#and yes that heart is there to hide her nip

[veevil]

What are your thoughts on fem!cherik and would you ever draw fem!cherik in the mer au? :3

I LOVE WOMEN YES!! THANK YOU OMG I've been meaning to draw fem cherik for so long!!! I present to you: Erika and Charlotte but in the siren AU!!

[sinstear]

playing with vi’s sensitive boobs🤤

and what if i say this made me rip my shirt off? hope you don’t mind the fluff sprinkled in.

your shared bedroom smells of a mix between a vanilla candle and your sweet fruity perfume with vi comfortably lying between your legs and back resting against your chest, happily. “you’re quiet,” vi murmured, enjoying the feeling of your lips against her temple, and waiting to feel that small little beat to know she’s here and you’re not just dreaming of her.

“just thinking,” you answered, fingers lightly tracing patterns on her stomach. sometimes writing i love you on the hard muscles of her abs, or just drawing a heart.

“about?”

“you,”

“me?”

you don’t answer verbally, more so the kiss you plant just below her ear gives her the answer she was looking for, or didn’t know she wanted and leans into your touch and hums softly.

“well, i think about you too.” she finally spoke up, enjoying the comfortable silence. the feeling of your hand on her stomach, and lips on her skin had her flushed and hot. violet loved you being close and always having your hands on her.

“that’s good to know,” you smiled and left another kiss on her neck. “i love thinking about you. makes my day better, always.”

vi barely has time to respond to your words, what she wanted to say was ready on the tip of her tongue but when your hand grazes her nipple over her shirt, an action so light and innocent, you hear it, the sharp intake of her breath and the way she twitches against you. “vi?” you chuckled against her ear.

“shut up,” she huffed, but there was no true malice or annoyance behind her words and relaxed more on your chest as you pushed your hand up her shirt and quickly cupped one of her tits. “shit,” vi jolted, cold fingers grazed her nipple again. “baby,”

“relax,” you kissed her shoulder and squeezed her breast lightly. “let me look after you.”

nodding wordlessly against your head, vi pathetically pushes her shirt up, and closes to ignore the laugh you let out at her eagerness and simply rolled her now pebbled nipple between your fingertips. “so sensitive,” you murmured into her ear, catching the lobe between your teeth. “such pretty tits, hm?”

violet whines, reaches her own hand up and places it over yours. “they’re okay,” she said, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and trying to hide her face in your neck.

“okay? baby, your tits are so fuckin’ perfect,” you pinched her nipple harder and hummed at her high pitched whimper. “yeah, so perfect.”

“baby,” her face flushed and breathing heavier had you smirking into the side of her cheek. the tension in the room grew, and grew more hotter with each graze of her tits.

it’s only when you’re cupping them between both hands, rolling her nipples and kissing her neck that violet lets out another continuous string of whines and whimpers. her head falls back against your shoulder with a light thump and her eyes flutter closed. “you like that?”

“yes,” she admits pathetically, shapely inhaling at a sudden harsher pinch and grabbing onto your arm, sinking her blunt nails into your skin. “fuck, yes, i like it.”

“my sensitive girl,” you cooed and watched the way her nails contained to sink deeper into the skin. “i could touch your tits all day, so pretty and perfect, love them so much.”

“i love you.” vi choked out, puffing out soft breaths at each squeeze and pinch. “feels good.”

nipping and sucking at her neck, marking up her skin even more, you don’t register the fact violet’s eyes start rolling back into the back of her head with each of your touches, until you pinch her nipple between your fingertips again and her body tenses in your hold and moans loudly all of a sudden.

the angelic sound sends a shiver down your spine.

fluttering your eyes open at the sound, you remove yourself from her neck and that’s when you find a smirk curving up on your lips at the sight of her chest heaving up and down quickly. “baby, did you just—”

“shut up!” vi stammered out of embarrassment and blushed furiously.

“did you just cum by me playing with your tits?”

turning slightly and burying her face in the crook of your neck, vi nods nervously and clings onto you tightly. “it just felt—”

“i know, baby,” you smiled and kissed the top of her head. “how about we see how many times i can make you cum by playing with your tits?”

[tojisun]

gaz is the type to mention a daughter in complete seriousness then proceed to pull a kitten out of his pocket to show u and price

yes!!! this did numbers to my emotions, i had to word vomit:

he’s been going around, telling the squad how he can’t wait to introduce them to his precious darling. to his little girl. to his lovely daughter. and every time someone tries to ask him questions, such as, “when the fuck did you become a dad?” kyle just avoids them with such finesse.

he’d suddenly remember a key detail in a mission, or nudge the conversation away from him being the focus with the slightest of effort, before hiding from them in plain sight.

but you. oh, you were curious; downright shaken with not knowing. and gaz just looked at you, curling his nose, and finally murmured, “i’ll introduce you to her first. she’ll love you, i just know.”

and it—

it made your heart full. how kyle was so open in his excitement, boyishly charming as he snort-giggles.

so of course you never expected a tiny tabby, barely five weeks old, to be pulled out from his jumper pocket when he finally asked if you were ready to see her.

“this is mack,” he says, bringing his cupped hand up to show you the mewing kitten. “short for mackerel, because it’s all she wants to eat.”

“oh,” you say, croaking, heart soaring because there is something so beautiful in seeing kyle be so—

content.

“hi, little girl,” you greet the tabby, voice barely a breath of a whisper because she is so small, so fragile.

her big eyes sparkling as she looks up at you, then back to her dad, before finding you again. a blink. a tilt of her head, like she can’t understand what you are, and then a mew; a quiet chirp from the baby.

“wh’s goin’ on ‘ere?” your captain’s voice rings from behind you. kyle doesn’t bother replying, and you can barely react when john’s boots begin to thud against the floor, devouring the space, before you feel him brush his shoulder to your own as he stands close.

“oh,” john says, just as surprised.

“name’s mack,” you tell him because kyle is now distracted by the kitten nipping at his thumb. “his ‘daughter’.”

“oh,” john repeats, but with more emotion, and you turn slightly, peering up at him, trying to understand what caused that waver in his voice, only to see him watching kyle and the kitten with something… tangible.

“yeah,” you say, throat bobbing as you try swallowing the lump lodged in there because you get it. you understand the longing in your captain’s eyes. “yeah.”

[writeriguess]

hii can i request a katsuki x reader fiction where the reader is realy shy when asking katsuki to do something new? for instance she asks him to give her a hickey and she gets all shy?

Marked by You

Your heart races as you stand in the doorway of your shared bedroom, clutching the hem of your oversized hoodie. Katsuki’s sprawled out on the bed, scrolling through his phone with a furrowed brow. The soft glow of the lamp casts shadows across the sharp lines of his jaw and the subtle curve of his lips. He looks relaxed—well, as relaxed as your fiery boyfriend ever gets.

You swallow hard, a blush already dusting your cheeks. You’ve been building up the courage to ask this for days, but every time you open your mouth, the words dry up on your tongue. It’s silly, really. It shouldn’t be this embarrassing, but the thought of asking Katsuki for...that makes your stomach twist and your pulse quicken.

He glances up, crimson eyes locking onto yours. “Oi, you just gonna stand there all night, or are you gonna come cuddle me?”

You let out a nervous laugh, shuffling closer until you’re perched on the edge of the bed. Katsuki raises a brow, clearly noticing your fidgeting. He reaches out, rough fingers curling around your wrist to tug you closer. You stumble, and he smirks as you end up halfway sprawled across his chest.

“Seriously, what’s up with you?” He tilts his head, eyeing you suspiciously. “You’ve been weird all day.”

“I’m not weird,” you mumble, cheeks burning hotter. “I just...wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh?” Katsuki’s grin widens, all sharp teeth and confidence. “Finally wanna tell me that dirty little fantasy you’ve been hiding?”

You squeak, shoving his shoulder as heat floods your face. “It’s not like that!”

“Yeah? Then what is it?” He props himself up on one elbow, gaze flicking over your expression. The teasing fades, and a glimmer of curiosity settles in. “Spit it out already.”

You chew your lip, eyes darting away. The words tumble out in a rushed whisper. “I...want you to give me a hickey.”

A beat of silence.

Then, Katsuki’s lips twitch. “You’re embarrassed about that?” He chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through your body. “Seriously?”

“I-It’s embarrassing!” you insist, burying your face in your hands. “And you’re laughing at me!”

“I’m not laughing.” The amusement in his voice says otherwise. He pries your hands away, forcing you to meet his gaze. There’s a smirk on his lips, but his eyes are warm. “Why’s that got you so worked up, huh?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble, squirming under his intense stare. “I just...thought it’d be nice.”

Katsuki hums, eyes narrowing as he studies your expression. “And? What else?”

You blink. “What do you mean?”

He tugs you closer until your face hovers inches from his. “Don’t gimme that crap. You want me to mark you up so people know you’re mine, yeah?” His voice is a low, possessive growl that sends a shiver down your spine. “Go on. Say it.”

Your throat feels tight, heart hammering against your ribs. But Katsuki’s gaze pins you in place, demanding honesty. You suck in a breath. “Yes,” you whisper. “I want people to know I’m yours.”

A wicked grin spreads across his lips. “Fuckin’ cute,” he mutters, pulling you into a kiss. It’s fierce and demanding, his mouth hot and possessive against yours. You gasp as his tongue sweeps over yours, and he takes advantage, deepening the kiss until you’re dizzy and breathless.

He pulls back, eyes dark and hooded. “Gonna regret askin’ for this, princess.”

Before you can respond, Katsuki shifts, guiding you to straddle his lap. His hands grip your hips, thumbs tracing gentle circles as he nips at your jawline. You shiver, tilting your head to give him better access. His mouth ghosts over the soft skin of your neck, teeth scraping teasingly before he pulls back just enough to smirk.

“Sure you’re ready?”

You nod, breathless. “Please.”

Katsuki doesn’t hesitate. His mouth latches onto your neck, lips sucking harshly. A sharp gasp escapes you as heat floods your body, thighs squeezing around his waist. The ache where his teeth press into your skin is sharp and delicious, and you can feel the blood rising beneath the surface. His hands grip your hips tighter, keeping you steady as he works, sucking and licking until you’re trembling against him.

“Shit,” he breathes against your neck, planting a soft kiss over the fresh mark. “You really liked that, huh?”

You bury your face in his shoulder, embarrassed but giddy. “M-Maybe.”

He huffs a laugh, hands sliding up your back. “Oh, you fuckin’ loved it.” He grips your chin, tilting your head so you’re forced to meet his gaze. The dark bruise on your neck is already forming, glaringly obvious against your skin. Katsuki’s eyes gleam with satisfaction.

“Look good like this,” he mutters. “All marked up and mine.”

The possessiveness in his tone makes your pulse flutter. “You really like it, huh?”

“Damn right.” He leans closer, pressing his forehead against yours. “And next time, you better ask for something dirtier.”

You gasp, swatting his chest as he laughs. “Katsuki!”

He smirks, pulling you in for another searing kiss. “Better get used to it, princess. You’re stuck with me.”

You can’t help but melt against him, smile widening. “Good. I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

Katsuki scoffs, but there’s a softness in his gaze as he brushes a thumb over the mark he left. “Damn right.”

[jyoongim]

Can I have human Alastor x reader smut n like they’re both virgins n it’s their wedding night like newly weds n he eats her out for first time n they fuccccc n like super fluffy n hand holding n i love yous n both are nervous n shy n adorable pleeeeeaaaase im begging

I almost missed this request but its so cute!!!!

You looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to get your nerves together. 

You had changed into a short silk nightie. Your lacy garters clung to your plush thighs, holding up the thigh highs. You had pulled your robe over it and took a deep breathe.

Tonight was the night.

You had just married the man of your dreams.

The wedding and reception was beautiful; your families danced, sang and drank to their hearts content.

Your aunties had teased you about your wedding night, making rather vulgar comments about how exciting your night was going to be. Your mother had snuck and packed lingerie into your luggage for this moment.

”Oh honey that man there? I know you’re gonna have a wild night.”

”Youre gonna be giving us some little ones by the time y’all come back”

”dearest remember men like it when you do…”

”Oh I can’t to hear everything when you get back”

You had half a mind to change and just put on one of your nightgowns, but you wanted to be sexy. 

It was your wedding night after all.

And you wanted to look good for your husband.

You gathered your nerves and made your way to the living room.

Alastor wasn’t there.

You padded over and poked your head into the kitchen and found the man pouring himself a drink.

”mind pouring me one on the rocks?” You said, making him turn around at the sound of your voice.

Heat pumped to your cheeks as his eyes widened, you held your giggle as you made your way to stand in front of him.

You feigned innocence as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sighing as he kissed your forehead and handing you a glass of whiskey.

You took a sip, nose scrunching at the taste but smiled as Alastor clinked his glass with yours.

”To us my dear” he said chugging the liquor. You giggled and really took in your surroundings.

You hopped on the kitchen island and sighed “I can’t believe we are married. Oh my stars Alastor we-were really married” you covered your smiling face, feet swaying.

Alastor let out a laugh, coming to stand between your thighs, hands on your waist, smiling at you “yes we are. And I am the happiest man alive doll”

He caught sight of the sheer material on your foot, his brow quirked, making you smile slightly. His hands fingered with the knot of your robe, loosening it and his jaw went slack.

”My momma seems to want us to give her grandbabies soon as possible” you giggled as he toyed with the garter, trailing his finger along your skin.

“That can certainly be arranged” he mumbled to himself, opening the robe to see what you were hiding .

Alastor felt heat rush straight to his cock as he took you in;

The silk garment clung to your figure, hugging your soft curves and making your skin look so soft, your garters teasing him, making him want to use his teeth to rip it off.

You looked gorgeous.

His fingers tapped along your skin, he pushed his hips into the counter as he leaned into you, burying his face in your neck.

The entirety of your courtship Alastor had been a gentleman and did not even try to indulge in you. 

Sure there was heavy petting and intense kissing…

but this oh this was different

The two of you were married now.

It was now acceptable and even encouraged that the two of you would be connected at the hip.

Large hands danced along your thighs and slipped under your nightie to follow the garter straps.

A low groan met your ears as Alastor’s fingers dug into your soft flesh, his teeth nipped at your ear ”No panties doll? Oooh my dear always a vixen”

Your cheeks heat up as you feel his thumb graze the slit of your soft lips, rubbing soft circles on your clit.

”A-Al?” You whined as he littered your neck and shoulder in kisses, nipping at the delicate flesh as his thumb pressed onto the bud that made you tingle.

He hummed before pulling you closer to the edge of the island “how lucky am I to have such a pretty wife?” He drawled, taking his free hand and hooking his finger under your chin and pressing his lips to yours.

”A pretty wife I adore, worship, and would do anything for.” 

You keened as he deepened the kiss, head dizzy with pleasure.

Alastor pulled away and chuckled at your lidded dazed eyes.

You let out a squeal as he heaved you over his shoulder and made his way through the estate. Your breath caught in your throat as you watch your husband remove his shirt, leaving his chest bare.

Your husband was not a very large man no, instead he was tall and lanky. Lean muscle rippled under his flesh and you bit your lips as your eyes roamed over the scars that littered his skin.

Heat pulsed between your legs.

Alastor caught you ogling and flashed you a smile as he crouched between your legs.

Your nerves twisted as he nuzzled the skin of your thigh

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want darlin” he reassured you, running his hands over your legs.

“N-No its okay. I ju- i want to experience the whole wedding night thing. And with you. I want us to explore this new thing together.” You tried to focus else where, pouting, making him smile.

Contrary to what many people thought, Alastor, the dazzling radio host, was not as experienced as one would think.

Not a womanizer, though he looked like it. The old handsome bastard

Alastor slithered up your body, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers, bringing your hand to his lips, thumb fiddling with your shiny wedding band.

”If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable just tell me and we can stop ok?” He said with a serious look.

You nodded and pulled his head to yours, connecting your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, scratching his scalp and massaging his bare shoulders.

The two of you just stayed like that; happily sucking at each other faces, tongues sweeping over each other and pecking lips.

Alastor nipped at your swollen lips, nudging your chin to expose your neck to him ”I want to try something dearest” he said softly,  making you tilt your head.

He slide down until he was kneeling on the floor, his hands on top of your thighs and head wedged between your legs.

You watch his head dip under your nightie and tensed up feeling his breath on your mound.

He brushed his nose against your clit, mouth ghosting over your slit. Your lips formed an ‘O’ as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked!

”Oh!” You gasped, back arching.

Alastor’s tongue swirled around the bud, alternating between licking and sucking on the bud.

His tongue dipped down to tease your quivering hole.

”A-Al!?” You whimpered, hands fisting the covers.

The man propped your legs atop his broad shoulders to angle you better, to slot his mouth against your cunt.

His hands gripped your waist to keep you from withering away from him.

The sound soft suckling and your gasps filled the room.

With a slight pop, Alasto released your throbbing clit and licked a strip up your slit.

He let out a chuckle “Ooh ma cherie you taste as sweet as I always thought” he lifted his head and smiled at you, chin glistening in your juices.

Your face was flushed as you panted. Your fingers pulled at your nightie until the garment was tossed to the side, leaving you bare and only in your stockings.

Alastor’s cock twitched at the sight of your full, perky tits.

He shimmied out of his loose pants, climbing up your body to capture your lips. His hands pulled your legs around his waist as he grinded his hard cock into your wet heat.

You moaned into his mouth as you lifted your hips into his, clit catching onto the tip of his clothed cock.

”A-Al i want…I want to please you as well”

He hummed as his drifted towards your chest, teeth tugging at your nipples before enveloping the mound into his mouth.

You lightly pushed against him to sit up. Lips never parting, you fondled his cock, bristling as he groaned into your mouth and cock hardening within your hand.

”I-Inside p-please Al” you begged, pressing your head against his.

It wasn’t as easy as your aunties had tried to tell you. The magazines made it look easy, but by god!

Your eyes clenched as you gritted your teeth, taking his weeping tip and running it over your folds. Alastor held your hips, kissing your shoulders “darlin don’t force yourself…we can take it as slow as you need” he reassured.

A whimper met his ears and he let out a hiss as your tight warm walls sunk down on him, stopping just shy when met with resistance.

You took a deep breath as you plunged down, a cry leaving your throat “Aaah!”

You buried your face the groove of his neck, nails biting into his skin leaving angry marks.

You felt so full.

It was like you could barely breath, his cock filled every crevice and stretched you beyond limits.

Your fingers never felt like this.

You needed to move, to adjust and get accustomed to him being inside.

Your teeth found themselves bedded into Alastor’s flesh as you finally took the last few inches.

Your sweet husband made sure to soothe you, kissing you cheeks and lips, lavishing your chest in kisses as well, muttering positive affirmations.

”Oh my sweet girl”

”Youre doing so well”

”deep breaths baby, I got ya”

After a while, you let out a shaky moan as Alastor softly kneaded your flesh, before rolling his hips into yours. He groaned as you clenched around him, pupils dilating.

”I-I know we said we would go slow but my god cher, you feel so good”

He took it upon himself to slowly move you. Alastor had heard from other men that a woman’s pussy was like heaven on earth. He used to think they were exaggerating, but your warm, gummy walls hugged him perfectly.

He had been hard since he had tasted his wife. 

You were sweeter than any fruit he’s tasted. He would live between your thighs if he could.

He peppered your shoulder in kisses as he grinded into your heat.

”A-Al!” You whined, body buzzing with pleasure.

Soft moans and grunts filled the room as the two of you made love for the first time.

”Please Al oh my god please!” You moaned throwing your head back against the bed. Alastor was on top of you, head buried in your neck, soft grunts and growls pouring from his lips.

”You gonna cum for me baby?” He purred, hips snapping into yours, your legs wrapped around his waist.

You nodded as your cunt fluttered.

Alastor lifted his head to catch your lips, intertwining your hands.

”c-cum!c-cummin oh Oh fuck my god! A-Al..I’m gonna cum” you whimpered as the ball in your belly tightened.

Alastor smiled against your lips “Its okay. Just let it happen baby. C’mon. Cum on your husband’s cock. That’s it…fuck baby”

You saw white as your body seized. Your thighs trembled as you pulsed around his cock, orgasm ripping through you as you milked him of his first orgasm.

”Iloveyouoloveyouiloveyou” you chanted as Alastor rode out your orgasm, humming in amusement at his wife.

You twitched in sensitivity as his thrusts sped up before he stilled, groaning as he emptied his ball into you.

You both panted,chest heaving as you overcame the sensation of passion.

Alastor curled his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, making you sleepily blink at him

”Was that ok?” He asked nervous

You smiled, pressing a kiss over his heart sighing

”That was perfect” 

the two of you sat in bliss, just taking each other in.

”Al?” You muttered, making the man look down at you

”C-Can I suck your cock now?”

That made the man short-circuit. 

You looked up when you got no response only to see your husband sporting a nosebleed

”oh my god Al!”

He had a silly smile of his face

”I love you my dear”

You giggled, making him tilt his head back

”I love you too”

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[feyhunter78]

Even If You Call It Love

Description: You are set to leave for Winterfell with Cregan, but Aemond doesn't want to let you go.

Part 1

“I have already had the servants pack the spices you wish the kitchen to use when we arrive, and the Glass Gardens, I will have the gardener clear out a space, you may plant whatever you wish.” Cregan says, his hand in yours as he spins you around, your new cloak—Stark gray and trimmed with fur—flares out around you as he does.

“Thank you, but I would not want to make more work for them.” You protest, smiling up at him as he pulls you into his embrace, lowering his head to brush his lips against yours.

“You are their Lady; they are and will be glad to do it.” He says, before connecting your lips, his hand moving to support your lower back as he dips you, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You cup his cheek, heart skipping a beat when he leans into your touch, his storm gray eyes closing, a blissful smile adorning his face. “If you say so, husband.”

Cregan chuckles, eyes open, staring down at you so lovingly it takes your breath away. “Once we are home, I will show you I make good on my word, wife, and if the gardener has too much work to do then I shall simply clear the space myself.”

“You would get in the dirt and do a servants’ work for me?” You ask, peals of laughter spilling past your lips at the very idea.

“There is an endless list of things I would do for you.” He breathes, his lips brushing yours with each word, punctuating his statement with featherlight promises.

“We shall test that at home then.” You jest, tangling your fingers in his hair, your lips parting instinctually for him when he deepens the kiss.

A servant knocks on Cregan’s door, shattering the moment, and he groans, the vibrations buzzing against your lips.

“Yes?” He calls, kissing the corner of your lips, then the other, then your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, until he has covered the plains of your face with chaste kisses, making you giggle.

“Lord Stark, there are servants preventing us from loading Lady y/h/n’s belongings onto the wagons.” The man calls through the door.

You bite your lip, watching as Cregan’s brows furrow. “One moment.” He says, pulling you back up onto your feet. He presses a kiss to your hand, bidding you to take a seat on the settee, then opens the door and steps outside with the man.

Their conversation is quiet at first, then increases in volume until you can hear each word as clearly as you heard Cregan whisper his affections for you, his lips pressed to your ear only two nights prior.

“I care not what the prince says, he cannot keep my betrothed’s belongings hostage.” Cregan says, his voice is a mountain, sturdy, unyielding, unable to be ignored or burrowed through.

“My Lord, she is a lady of Princess Helaena.” A new voice explains.

“Yes, and the princess has given her blessing, so that is not a shield he can hide behind.” Cregan snarls.

You purse your lips and get up from the settee, toying with Cregan’s ring around your neck. You join the two men outside, placing a hand on Cregan’s bicep. “My love, please, I will speak with him.”

Cregan takes your hand and presses it to his lips once more before turning it in his hand, with such gentleness it makes your heart stutter. “You should not have to trouble yourself with him.”

“And yet, I must.” You say, giving him a reassuring smile.

He sighs and presses his lips to your palm, then your inner wrist, nipping at the pulse point before soothing the sting with the tip of his tongue. “I will escort you there, then we shall depart to see your father and then onwards to Winterfell.”

“I cannot wait.” You say, and you mean, truly, deeply, mean it. You cannot wait to be married to Cregan, to be his wife.

“I will not call off the servants; you are not thinking straight.” Aemond says the moment you enter his solar, his arms clasped behind his back.

“Prince Aemond…” You sigh, moving further into the room, watching as he paces. This is not unlike him, he detests change, and is beyond possessive. Truly you should have seen this coming and had your things moved in the middle of the night, then perhaps you would have been able to slip from the Keep without ever facing him again.

“Aemond, please, call me by my given name, if any shall, it should be you.” He says, stopping before you, a torn expression you have never seen before on his face.

You do not wish to hurt him, you never have, but you can no longer put his feelings before yours.

“I need my things, Aemond, I cannot travel without them.” You say carefully.

“You cannot leave, I have need of you.” His voice is steady, that sense of confidence still lingering, though it is fading fast.

“Need? What need?” You ask, unable to reconcile the man before you with the man who turned you away only two days prior.

“What need? All of them, you are mine, are you not? I simply did not realize how essential you were to my day-to-day life, but I have now, so you cannot leave.”

You bring your hand to the front of your neck as Queen Alicent does, a calming gesture you believe she does not realize she does, but you have picked up, nonetheless. “Aemond, why now? We have been doing this dance for years, I am tired of it, the steps have grown listless, the music dull, the other dancers have left the floor, and I would like to leave with them.”

He reaches for you, fingers curling in the air just beside your cheek. “I have made you wait; it was cruel of me, and I see now it has driven you into the arms of another, but I would end your wait if you would stay.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you close your eyes against his mournful gaze. “You have said that many times, made many promises, how am I to know if you would keep your word?”

“I am a man of my word; how could you question that?” He says softly, his hand finally making contact with your cheek, caressing it gently.

You meet his gaze now, heart heavy, you cannot make him see what he does not wish to, but you will try. “I must question it, for if I do not, I will spend many more years here waiting for you to love me, and I cannot do that, not anymore, not when I kno—”

“That there is a wolf pup willing to chase your skirts and slide into your bed now that you have revealed how truly desperate you are for affection?” His words are harsh, but his tone is still soft, as if he does not think it an insult what he has just said.

Your brow furrows, ice creeping in your veins. “Are you insinuating that Cregan sees me as some kind of whore?”

“It is Cregan already, not Lord Stark or Lord Cregan?” Aemond slides his knuckles down your cheek, your neck, ending at your collarbone, taking care to stop at each mark Cregan has left on your skin even though they are covered with cosmetics. “I am insinuating that he is a beast, and beasts can sense weakness. He is seeking to exploit your weakness, ñuha nūmio.”

“He is not a beast, and he would not do such a thing.” You say, turning your face away from Aemond, your hands buried in your skirts.

He scoffs and picks up the signet ring—Cregan’s signet ring—that hangs from your neck on a sturdy but elegant silver chain. “Why else would he set out to charm you? My dear y/n, you bring no benefit to House Stark, and while you have many wonderful traits, you are not a highly sought after prize by any means.”

You take a step back, Cregan’s ring slipping from his hands and knocking against your breastbone. It is sobering, the cool metal, and it gives you strength. “That is your opinion, Aemond, but it is not Cregan’s.”

“Since when have you cared for any opinion but mine? What has changed, tell me who has turned you against me?” He pleads, his violet eye shining with a strange light.

“You, Aemond It was you who has turned me against you. I told you that I was not happy, and in truth I do not think I have been happy for a long time. So please, tell the servants to allow Cregan’s men to collect my things.” You beseech him, silently begging him to see sense. “I do not wish to share all my future husband’s clothes until I am able to procure more, but I will if need be. Do not make me do that, you know I hate dull colors.”

“We could be happy, I could make you happy, if only you would give me time.” He promises, taking your hands in his own, ignoring your words as he always has. His hands are cold, and you realize they do not fit yours as Cregan’s does. Your fingers do not seamlessly interlock, instead they fight each other for dominance, for room, for freedom.

You shake your head sadly. “No Aemond, it is too late…I am sorry, but you must let me go.”

His eye is rimmed red, and he shakes his head as well, silver hair falling forward like a curtain. “I cannot.”

“You must.” You whisper, squeezing his hands before sliding yours from him and taking a step towards the door. “You do not love me—”

“I do, I do, I love you, y/n.” He insists, grabbing your hands again and taking one step forwards for your backwards one.

The pain in your chest is a sharp, piercing one. This is all you have wanted for so very long, but now…it is nothing, it feels hollow, desperate, and you see Aemond as he truly is for the first time.

“No, My Prince, you do not. If you loved me, we would be wed. You would not have let anything stand in your way, I know you, I loved you, I have seen what you do when you do love someone, and you do not love me.” You tell him, giving him a tearful smile.

“And this…Lord Stark does?”

“He is marrying me.” You say, and it is the only thing that needs to be said.

Aemond releases your hands, but not before pressing a kiss to each one. “A victory for the North.”

You nod, fighting back a sob as a single tear hits your joined hands, and Aemond turns his face from you.

“You must write to me, if you have need, or…miss me.” Aemond says, clasping his arms, behind his back once more.

You turn and reach for the doorknob, “do not wait for my letters Aemond, it would not make either of us happy.”

Cregan stumbles back when you pull open the door, a sheepish smile on his face, but he is ready, with open arms, sweeping you into them and whispering how strong and brave you are.

You can feel Aemond’s eye burning into you, into Cregan.

“My Prince.” Cregan says, nodding his head towards Aemond, before he brushes the tears from your face and kisses you gently.

There is a strangled sound from inside Aemond’s solar, but Cregan’s lips on yours drowns out any sense of guilt, and you smile when he pulls away.

“Are you ready, Lady Stark?” Cregan asks, offering you his arm.

You take it and lean into him. “I am ready, Lord Stark, let us go see my father, and then home, to Winterfell.”

“Y/N—” Aemond’s voice, a broken, frantic thing, follows you, but Cregan merely pushes the door shut, and leads you away, towards your new, happier future.

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[bettystonewell]

COUPLE THINGS #2

Putting You x Dean Winchester through everyday relationship stuff - 1300 words

Pasta and Pie

It’s a rare moment when you can cook in the bunker. Not just make a meal, but cook from scratch with fresh ingredients.

Pasta that’s not al dente after two minutes in the microwave, but the kind you put in a pot and boil. Nevermind it’s dried and came from the local grocer in a plastic bag that’s flakey and easy to break. It’s the thought that counts.

Yes, you bought tinned tomatoes, but you picked up some mushrooms and onions to counteract them. A carrot and a small zucchini like your mom used to do for you because both Winchesters need their vegetables. They’re growing boys, after all.

You’re just chopping them up fine for Dean and countering again with bacon and minced meat.

“Meat man,” you whisper with a grin and place everything at the ready. You reach under the steel bench for a bowl, and up top for a pan, swinging overhead. Stretch behind for a knife just as Dean walks in.

His hair still holds the water from his shower. It’s dishevelled, but it’s clean, free of monster guts.

“Feeling better?” you say as he pads over to you.

His bare feet slap on the polished floor as he crosses the room. “Yeah,” he croaks.

His fingers grip your waist. They shuck up your shirt. Palms smooth over your skin. Toned chest covered in a simple Henley reminds you Dean Winchester has a heart. He nips your jugular from behind, tugs on your chin, then demands a kiss from your lips.

“What’s all this?” he says, when he pulls away just enough. Breath touches your nose, fresh with mint, cooling and sweet.

“I told you I was making pasta. Got you pie for dessert, too.” You wink.

“Oh, yeah?” His hand finds your ass. Taps you once. Smooths the skin beneath through the soft material you wear.

There’s no need for stiff jeans or FBI gear when there’s snow days afoot. Rest and recuperation is key. Your bra was gone the second you got back from the store.

“What if I want you?” he husks. Plants another nibble below your ear and behind it.

Hmm. You hum. “Later.” You grab an onion and slide the wooden chopping board close.

The blade glides through the skin. Chops it clean in half, and you’re soon peeling and dicing the layers into sizable chunks.

“You’re going to cut yourself,” he says, and your knife hits the wood with a dull thud.

“What?”

“Just. Here.” Dean’s calloused grip pries the handle from you. Snatches the second half of the onion, and starts chopping with you in the middle. “See. You gotta keep your fingers clear of the blade.”

“I know that.” You just find it awkward.

Any retort you had gone as you watch on, however. His hands, steady. His glide smooth.

“Who taught you how to do that?” you say. You can’t recall him ever using onions on his Dean Deluxe’s. Just store-made patties, lettuce, cheese, tomato. Sauce.

His “Lisa” is quiet. His eyes stay on his hands as yours did, making quicker work of the vegetable than you ever could.

Your tongue pokes at your cheeks. Swipes up and down. He never mentions them, though you know of her and Ben, of course.

They were still together when you met the guys. At least Dean was trying to make it work. You saw what Crowley did to her. Saw the pain Dean felt when he let them go, and you picked up the pieces of a broken heart years later.

You’re left unsure whether to ask about her or pass the moment off and forget it, so “She teach you how to grate, too?”

You’re an idiot.

His, “Yeah,” crackles on the end.

He looks your way. Eyes almost amber in the bunker’s light. “Same principle.” His voice deepens, and he flashes a grin. “Keep the fingertips away from the sharp bits. Makes ‘em small enough to hide in the sauce.” He cocks a brow.

“A wise woman.”

“She is.” He nods. “Never fed me bacon, though.”

“No,” you exaggerate. Full of fake disgust. Eyes widen, but you can’t help the smile. “Guess she wanted to keep you ‘round.”

You shouldn’t have said that.

“And you don’t?” He squeezes your waist with his arm.

“It’s bacon!” You nudge him back with your hips. “If you don’t want it—”

“No, no, no. I never said that.” He drops the knife. His hand grips your wrist and turns you to him next. Pauses. “I want you ‘round.”

“Yeah?” Your grin widens. Even more so when he repeats you. Your hand finds its way to his chest.

It rises, heartbeat holds firm below the warmth of his body. He leans down and gives you another quick kiss. “Lisa was in my past. You know that.”

Your nod can only be curt when his lips still sway next to yours. Eyes flutter close, breath breathes him in. His soap, toothpaste, his musk. You’d never be able to describe it to anyone, but it’s the best in the world.

“I know,” you say. “I’m thankful for that.”

He pulls back. Blinks, pouts. His throat bobs up and down. The question of why plays on his features, his brow, the dimple just above his chin.

“She shaped you into who you are.” You pat his tummy. Palm thuds on the one too many burgers. The whiskey gut on a beer diet.

The worth he never gives himself credit for flashes through his eyes, and just as he’s about to pull you in and kiss you again, you open your mouth, and swoop in for the kill. “Now I’m gonna ruin it with more bacon.”

He takes another pause. His brows furrow, then relax when his grin pulls them down to squeeze his cheeks as his fingers squeeze you.

He leans in and ghosts your lips. “And I’m gonna ruin,” he starts and you’re breathless now, heart rate climbing fast, “that pie. Where is it?”

You snort first. He follows. You give him a soft smack, landing on his pectoral. It shakes beneath your palm as an airy snicker hisses past his front teeth. The bellow that comes next flitters through your ears and into your own chest, now warm like the bridge of your nose above it.

“Is it here?” Fingers creep under the elastic wrapped around your waist, spreading more warmth into your skin. You’d melt if it weren’t for his arm holding you upright. Your grip on the steel bench helps as his breath comes back to take yours again, interrupting the shake of your head.

You could stay like this for minutes, hours. Mould into and let him carry you away to the stars or some other poetic place bordering on lust and lecher, only he pulls back.

And though you’re partial to continuing, wanton for a different kind of feast, when he says, “Later?” gaze flicking down to the shelf below your chin? You nod with your eyes. Bite grazes your lower lip. Tongue rubs the upper. It’s a promise.

“So.” He clears his throat, lets you go. Puts his hands on his hips and scans the counter. “Want me to grate the other stuff?”

“If you like.” Your thumbs rub your fingertips, nails scratch your palm, willing your brain to think. For the high to subside enough to continue the task at hand.

“I’ll start on the mince,” you say and move to the fridge to get it. Heart in a flutter, making itself known in your chest. Mind aware of the tall hunter, grappling with the lid of the slicer that won’t quite fit. It’s a son-of-a-bitch, or so he says. Heaven help the carrot and zucchini that are about to face his wrath.

Heaven help you later.

This one is thanks to a poll I remember answering a couple of months ago, regarding which SPN character could chop an onion correctly. I voted for Rowena on account of the potion making she no doubt has experience in, but I can also imagine Dean commandeering a knife in this instance. Hoping to do a Sammy one next - Beth ❤️

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[thirteenheavens]

reenacting a steamy book with wonwoo and then at the end he asked "is it better than your book?"

You were sitting on the couch, engrossed in a book. You didn't even notice Wonwoo walking into the room until he stood in front of you, looking at the cover of the book with a smirk on his face.

"What's that you're reading?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You quickly tried to hide the book, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Uh, nothing," you said, avoiding his gaze. "Just a book."

Wonwoo chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Just a book, huh?" he said, plucking the book from your hands. "Looks like a steamy romance novel to me."

You felt your face grow even hotter as Wonwoo flipped through the pages of the book, his eyes scanning the words.

"Seems like a pretty... detailed read," he said, his voice low and husky. "I didn't know you were into this kind of thing."

He sat down next to you on the couch, holding the book open in front of him. You shifted uncomfortably, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement as Wonwoo continued to read the book.

"You've been holding out on me," he said, his eyes still fixed on the pages. "This is some pretty explicit stuff. I didn't know you were such a fan of these types of scenes."

He glanced over at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"But you know what? I think I can help make your book dreams come true."

Wonwoo found a page in the book that seemed to catch his interest, and his smirk grew wider.

"I think we should try this one," he said, turning the book to show you the page. "It looks like it could be fun."

You glanced at the page, feeling a rush of heat at the thought of recreating the scene with Wonwoo. It was definitely a... risqué one. Wonwoo cleared his throat and began to read from the page.

"She was pinned against the wall, his body pressed flush against hers. He nipped at her earlobe, his hands roaming over her body as he whispered dirty words in her ear."

He paused for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.

"Sound familiar?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Wonwoo continued reading, his voice taking on a sultry tone.

"He slid his hand under her skirt, his fingers tracing a path up her thigh. She gasped as he nibbled on her neck, his other hand tangling in her hair."

He paused again, his gaze darkening as he looked at you.

"You like it so far?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

You nodded, your heart racing as you listened to him read. You could feel the heat building between your legs as he continued to describe the scene in explicit detail.

"He lifted her up, pinning her against the wall as he captured her lips in a hungry kiss," Wonwoo read, his voice dripping with desire. "She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm."

Wonwoo set the book aside and looked at you with a predatory glint in his eyes.

"I think we should definitely recreate this," he said, his voice husky. "What do you say?"

He reached out to run a hand up your thigh, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You bit your lip, feeling a surge of desire at his touch. You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," you said, your heart pounding in your chest. "Let's do it."

Wonwoo smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. He leaned in closer to you, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I knew you'd be into it," he whispered, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. "Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?"

You nodded again, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as Wonwoo led you to the bedroom. Once inside, he pushed you up against the wall, his body pressing against yours. He captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your hips and waist.

Wonwoo was relentless as he recreated the scene from the book. His hands roamed over your body, his lips and teeth marking your skin with bites and kisses. He pinned you against the wall, his body pressed flush against yours as he nipped at your earlobe and whispered dirty words in your ear. He hoisted you up, holding you against the wall as he ground his hips against yours. You moaned in response, feeling the heat building between your legs as he repeated every action described in the book. Wonwoo moved to your neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin as his hands roamed lower. He pushed your shirt up, his fingers tracing patterns over your stomach and up to your breasts.

He captured one of your nipples between his lips, teasing it with his tongue as he continued to hold you against the wall. His hips ground against yours, creating delicious friction that sent shivers of pleasure down your spine. Wonwoo pushed you harder against the wall, your body bent over as your ass pressed against his groin. He gripped your hips, holding you in place as he ground against you from behind.

"Just like in the book, right?" he growled, his voice low and rough. "You like being bent over like this, don't you?"

Wonwoo quickly pulled your clothes off, his hands moving with a practiced ease. He stood behind you, his body pressed against yours as he took in the sight of your bare skin.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, his hands roaming over your curves. "I could do this all day."

Wonwoo chuckled darkly as he teased you, slapping his hard length against your pussy.

"Someone's eager," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "You want me that bad, huh?"

You moaned at the sensation, feeling the heat building between your legs even more. You tried to grind back against him, desperate for more contact. Wonwoo chuckled again, enjoying your neediness. He ran his hands up your thighs, spreading your legs apart slightly.

"Patience," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I'll give you what you want, but you have to be good for me."

Wonwoo continued to tease you, slowly pushing just the tip of his cock into your entrance. He relished in the way your body reacted, the way you squirmed and moaned beneath him.

"You want more, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "You want me to fill you up completely, but I'm going to take my time."

Wonwoo continued to tease you, his cock sliding up and down your slit as he held your hips in place. He was driving you crazy with desire, but he refused to give in to your pleas.

"You're so wet for me," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I love seeing you like this, so desperate and needy."

Wonwoo finally relented, thrusting into you hard and deep. He let out a groan as he filled you up completely, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"You feel so good," he growled, starting to move inside you. "You're so tight and perfect."

He started to move faster, his hips snapping against yours with each thrust. He was relentless, pounding into you from behind as he hit all the right spots.

"You're taking me so well," he panted, his hands gripping your hips even tighter. "You were made for this, weren't you?"

Wonwoo wrapped his hand around your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck. He watched the way your ass met his hips, the sight of you bent over and taking him so willingly driving him wild.

"You look so good like this," he groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "So good for me, letting me take you however I want."

Wonwoo leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

"Is this like the book scene?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "Is this everything you wanted?"

You nodded, unable to form words as Wonwoo continued to pound into you from behind. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through your body, and you were completely lost in the sensations.

"Good," he growled, his grip on your hair tightening. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

Wonwoo's moans filled the room as he continued to thrust into you, his hips snapping against yours with a primal need. He slapped your ass again, the sound of his hand connecting with your skin echoing through the room.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice possessive. "All mine to do with as I please."

Wonwoo's pace became more frantic, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he chased his own release. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the sensation building deep in his core.

"I'm going to come," he panted, his fingers digging into your hips. "And I'm going to fill you up until you're dripping with me."

Wonwoo let out a guttural moan as he came, his body shuddering with pleasure as he released deep inside you. He held onto you tightly, his grip almost bruising as he rode out his orgasm. He stayed like that for a moment, his body pressed against yours as he tried to catch his breath. He gently kissed the back of your neck before slowly pulling out of you. Wonwoo gently turned you around, his hands cupping your face as he looked at you with a satisfied smile.

"You did so well," he said, his voice low and tender. "You're amazing."

He pulled you close, holding you against his chest as he pressed soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks. Wonwoo looked at you with a smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Well?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Was I better than the book?"

[moonstruckme]

have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and I’ll write a drabble

hm what about remus lupin + sunshine x grumpy !! in which he is the grumpy ofc 🙌

Thanks for requesting angel!! Luv u <3

cw: mention of alcohol

Remus Lupin x sunshine!reader ♡ 653 words

Remus is reading his book more out of spite than interest. You’ve gone to get drinks with Sirius, removing yourself from his lap, which has put him in a worse mood than anything else all night, even the loud neighbors Sirius has invited over or the relentless congeniality that makes you incapable of not chatting up anyone who comes too close. 

When you come back you’ve brought James with you, and Remus relaxes as you situate yourself back on his lap, passing him a drink and letting him settle his free hand on your hip. He’s not sure how it happened, but Remus has found that he feels significantly better when he always has a hand on you. 

“Moony,” James greets him with a full-wattage smile, “you’re looking positively surly this evening.” 

“Her fault,” he replies, making you laugh and peck him on the cheek with your booze-sticky lips. 

“Right, of course.” James takes a sip of his own drink, sharing a look with Sirius. “Your bird’s a real menace, it’s just like her to bring down a mood.” 

“He’s just grouchy because I made him come tonight.” Your tone is teasing but there’s not a lick of real acrimony in it, and you grin when Remus squeezes your hip warningly. “But Rem, listen, it was totally worth it!” You seem to forget James and Sirius, your attention focussing solely on him. You have this way of making Remus feel like he’s standing in a pool of sunlight when you do this, looking at him all warm and bright and extra special. “You remember how I said Frank and Alice were going to get together in the next two weeks?” 

He hums in affirmation. 

“Well, guess who Sirius and I just saw making out in the kitchen?” 

Intrigue sparks in his chest, and Remus feels his brows lift. “Really?”

“Yes!” You’re thrumming with excitement, eyes gone all heart-shaped. “They’re so perfect for each other, I knew it would happen!” 

He rubs your hip tranquilizingly before you can wind yourself up to go congratulate the happy couple or spread the news or anything else that would take you away from him. “You called it, dove.” A pause. “Does this mean we can go now?” 

Your eyes crinkle, and Remus sighs as you kiss the bridge of his nose, dropping his head onto your shoulder. “We’ve only been here an hour,” you say into his hair, “but we’ll go soon, I promise. I’ll make that nighttime tea you like, and we’ll have a nice, long cuddle before bed.” 

You’re so good to him it’s impossible to truly deny you anything, but Remus turns his head to nip at the skin of your neck anyway. No one can see his smile when you squeal and clutch at his shoulders, giggling. 

“I’m offended you want to leave so badly, Moony,” says Sirius. “What’s so awful about my party?” 

Remus sits up, prepared to give him an extensive list, but you peck your boyfriend sweetly on the lips, pacifying him. 

“Nothing,” you tell Sirius, directing your smile his way. An irrational sort of jealousy rears its head in Remus’ chest. “It’s a great party! Your new neighbors are awesome, by the way.” Remus knows you really mean it, despite how those neighbors came in, drank half the liquor, and have yet to lower their voices since it entered their systems. You’re infinitely kinder than he is. “They’re so funny! I’m sure it’ll be a riot living next to them.” 

“Thank you, gorgeous,” Sirius says with a pointed look to Remus. “I really like them too, I’ll probably invite them to everything from now on.” 

Remus groans and hides his face in your chest, your body rumbling underneath him as you laugh. He feels your lips press to his hair. “Sorry, handsome,” you whisper. “I’ll make sure you never have to talk to them, yeah? I’m an excellent buffer.”

[shootingstargirl2001]

Knight!Percy Jackson x Princess!Reader Warnings: makeout, unlacing corset, Percy jackson

Your hands tangle in his hair, lightly tugging. His lips move against yours in perfect sync, “Mmm..princess,” he breaks, “we really shouldn’t be doing this right now.” A giggle leaves your lips. “Do you want to stop?”

“Gods no,” his hands grip your waist, flipping your position, to pin you against the wall of the broom closet you guys are hiding in. His lips latch onto your jaw, kissing and occasionally nipping at the skin.

He pulls back, reaching behind you to start unlacing your corset, fingers working with trained skill to unlace quickly. He lets the corset drop before attacking your neck with kisses again. Your hands to discard his sheathed sword, letting it hit the floor.

Your arms wrap around his neck, while his hands move to your thighs, lifting you. Chests pressed together, your lips attack each other messily.

The door swings open, you let out a small gasp, Percy’s grip on you tightens, hearts beating quickly.

“Now what do we have here?” your lady-in-waiting speaks quietly.

You let out a sigh of relief, “Oh, thank the gods, I thought you were my Mother.” Percy gently sets you down before helping you lace your corset up just as fast as he took it off.

Percy composes himself and steps out of the broom closet as you fix your gown.

When you step out of the broom closet, “Please don’t tell my Mother,” is all you say to her. “Hmmm.” “I'll put a good word in with that guard you’ve been batting your eyes at recently.” You raise an eyebrow.

She smiles, “Deal, now are you ready for your dress fitting, or are you going to continue with your little secret love affair?”

“Hmmm…can we have a few more moments alone?”

“Fine, just do it in your chambers at least,” she waves her hand with a sigh.

A squeal escapes your lips, and you drag Percy back to your rooms. “Slow down, angel”

Did you guys miss the dress fitting? yes. Was it worth getting lectured by cassandra for,? also yes.

@simpingmyassoff | inspired by the middle photos from Pinterest

[crystalflygeo]

Last of her kind Emperor!Alpha!Zhongli + Slave!Omega!Dragoness!Reader-

cw/tags: mentions of slavery and past sexual abuse on fem!reader, A/B/O dynamics, mating bites, fingering, scenting, pet names, zhongli has a knot and alpha fangs and is not afraid to use them lmao, some nip and clit stimulation ig?? emotional roller coaster ngl.

notes: So remember a loooong time ago when I held a poll and one of the options was "dragon" and it WON?? well actually it was this, (dragon READER heh) it just got WAY out of control. 5.6k words and now I wanna make it into a whole series //head in hands// anyway ye have this weird lil funky AU I poured my sweat blood and tears into (also my heart and soul) idk why I am just so attached I love it so much plsss I have ideas fot other scenes with them already aaaaaaaaa &lt;3

Partially inspired by some of @silentmoths' fics holy shIT I LOVE DRAGON READER AND I LOVE OMEGAVERSE NOD IF YOU AGREE!!

Last but not least if y'all wanna be part of my pinglist uhh I'm making one now so :3c

Part 2 ->

Strange yellow leaves fall around you all over the courtyard…

“Fix your clothes, you have to look appealing… well, as appealing as a creature like you can be.” The voice of your Master calls out harshly, pulling and tugging at details in your outfit. It was a flimsy and silky thing, mostly see-through, rather elegant, but very revealing.

You’re used to it.

“And stop looking so miserable! You better smile and please this Alpha. He’s not just anyone, you know?”

You nod meekly, trying to hide the slight trembling on your body. This will be just another bonding attempt. Nothing else.

It will fail. Just like all the others before.

Silver chains clink and tug the collar at your neck, it shakes you back to the present as you stumble forward.

Master guides you through a maze of corridors, with sleek surfaces of dark wood, decorative lanterns and paper screens. They’re strange, covered in even stranger symbols that look nothing like the ones back in the desert. Your bare feet, used to rough hot sand, now walk along polished wood with your draconic tail dragging behind. Everything looks so lavish…

You’ve been brought all the way to Li- Liu-… Li-yue? A foreign country, to meet a potential client. Well, a client to your Master. You are just the merchandise: a dragonblood Omega. Rare, unique even, “exotic”.

But defective.

Your fists clench in nervousness. How rough will this Alpha be with you? You dread to find the answer. Alphas were cruel, ever since you remember you’ve been taught to please, be gentle, obedient and look pretty, but they were never any of those things. Alphas just took their pleasure and used your body as they wanted, usually until you were crying and screaming, begging for mercy. You just hope this Alpha would give you some pity and be quick… or give you time to rest in between attempts.

Though you had learned since long that your wishes don’t tend to come true.

What a disappointment. After I spent so much money and resources on you.

Such a waste of time, what use is there in an Omega that can’t bond?

Why do I even bother with you? You’re just good for the reproduction camp. Maybe that way you can produce another dragonblood.

This is your last chance, mutt. If you fail again, I won’t be bothering with you anymore.

You feel anxiety creeping on your chest, heart jumping to your throat as the dark thoughts invade your mind. Last chance… your last chance at bonding. At proving you’re not useless and stupid. At serving your purpose as Omega. What was happening to you was fair. You deserve to be punished and you should be grateful you have one last chance after all your failures.

You just want to… to…

Tears prickle at your eyes and you breathe in deeply, trying to contain your distress and hugging your own tail, rubbing your face on the fluffy tip.

Whatever happens today, your fate is going to be sealed.

The nest room is nice.

Like the rest of the place, it is rather elegant, dimly lit with neutral colors and wooden walls, filled with pillows and blankets that had a very subtle flowery aroma to them. Small cabinets to one side with some decorative objects on top and a full-length mirror on the other side. So much different from the barren cold stone walls and tents from the desert camps.

“Hm, pretty fancy.” Master says taking off your collar, your soft unblemished neck now on display, free from any claim. “Now…” He pulls at your hair and you wince, whining and lowering your ears on a submissive display. He wouldn’t hurt you right? You have to look pretty. “The emperor will be here shortly. Make sure to do anything and everything he wants. And you better smile, I told you.”

“E-Emperor?” You pale, eyes widening.

He scoffs and pushes you back, you stumble back into the mess of pillows. “That’s right. I don’t know why but he was very adamant to see you it seems. Perhaps he just wants the prestige of owning the last known dragonblood, hm? Another novelty for his collection, I’m sure. You should consider yourself really lucky. So…” He flashes his Alpha fangs at you with a growl and you whimper again, cowering. “I would suggest you do your best and don’t disappoint this time, he’ll pay a pretty penny for you.”

And with that he leaves, muttering something and almost slamming the strange sliding door.

And so, you’re alone.

Immediately your brain goes into overdrive. An emperor? You had been presented to various Alphas of high status before, wealthy merchants and high-ranking tribe members, but this… this was probably a whole other level.

An emperor had to have an empress, right? Someone of noble birth and high status such as himself, not a lowly sand lizard like you, with weird ears, scales, horns and a tail. Why would he want to see an Omega like you? Perhaps Master was right, he intended to keep you as a trophy in his collection, another pretty thing.

It was humiliating.

But anything was better than being doomed to the reproduction camp…

Maybe the emperor had a harem? You’ve heard of them before, some Alphas liked to boast having many Omegas bound to them. Living in this luxury, not having to worry about much anything except looking pretty and pleasing him once a while. Hell, maybe he wouldn’t even pay attention to you, you’d be just a glorified pet.

You could… do that.

Without noticing, your tail starts swaying after you, this could be a chance. Your chance. You just had to make him like you. Forget the bond. Don’t think about it. All you have to do is please him.

You start frantically arranging the sheets and pillows around, building the comfiest nest you ever had with all the extra material, scenting it with excited happy pheromones. You could do it, this was your chance.

You won’t fail this time. You’ll be pretty, obedient, submissive, the ideal Omega. You’ll let him use you to his heart’s content, sure you may be a little sore but it’ll be worth it if he chooses you. He won’t even care about the bond.

…Right?

You jolt when you hear the door slide slightly open again, your heart leaps to your throat as someone walks in.

Oh.

Is… he the emperor? … He’s handsome.

To be fully honest, you expected some fat pompous middle-aged man not this… perfect specimen of an Alpha.

Your tail sways a little with curiosity.

He looks only slightly older than you, tall, wearing elegant robes in brown and golden hues. His eyes are like a sunset: golden, warm, almost glowing. A red liner accentuating them. Long chocolate hair faded to amber at the tips. His scent was earthy and pleasant, subtle unlike most Alpha musk. Almost comforting and… familiar?

He seems to stare back at you with the same surprise, frozen for a moment, eyes slightly wide, he says something you can’t quite hear and it shakes you out of the spell. You suddenly feel a little self-conscious, curling your tail around you, ears down and resisting the urge to brush (hide) the scales at the corners of your eyes.

It occurs to you that you’ve been just staring like an idiot, you don’t know very well how to address him, nor know his foreign tongue. So, you simply lower your head in respect. “My Lord…”

You suddenly feel nervous. This is it.

You turn around, following the motions ingrained in your brain. Body splayed on the nest, arms tucked in, head down. Submissive, obedient. Your hands are shaking, you feel dizzy, heart thrumming in your chest, blood rushing in your ears.

You lift your butt just slightly, tail curling elegantly over your back, out of the way to expose the flimsy fabric covering your privates, properly presenting to the Alpha. You focus on trying to control your pheromones, letting out just whiffs of a needy sensual scent, worried of mixing in your anxiety and fear and displeasing the emperor.

You had to be pretty, enticing, compliant, and he would, h-he would…

A rather awkward cough has you tense. “There is… no need for that.”

You blink for a moment, taken aback at the rich deep baritone of his voice, so hypnotizing you almost don’t register his words. He speaks common tongue, but still, what does he mean? Isn’t this just… standard protocol for bonding? Isn’t he going to mount you?

You dare peek over your shoulder and see him sitting elegantly over his knees at the floor. He’s outside of the nest range.

He’s also slightly pink at the cheeks and pointedly avoiding looking at you.

Is this a trap? Is he testing you to see if you’ll misbehave? Your hands clench, nails digging at your palms, your breathing and heart increasing pace.

“I just want to talk, I promise.” He tries.

You hold the position.

He sighs, and then-

“Omega, relax.”

You almost squeak at the Alpha command. His voice, his will, seeps into your skin, your nerves, your very bones. You feel your muscles loosen up, tension leaving your body like a bowstring snapping and you lie on the sheets sideways.

Right right right, you’re tense, you have to be soft and pliant-

You look over at him and he’s… heading over to the little cabinets. He picks up a kettle of some kind and little cups that sit on the top, moving around calmly and elegantly as he seems to prepare something. Your head tilts and you gingerly sit up straight. Tail and ears down, curled up not unlike a wounded animal.

“Do you speak the common tongue?”

“Y-Yes!” You nod. “A little…”

“Good.”

The emperor seems… pleasant, he is calm and unguarded, so different from the cold intimidating Alphas you’ve met who like to show off, who immediately order you around. He even used an Alpha command on you but it felt… grounding. There is something equally eerie and entrancing about him and you feel yourself as much drawn to him as terrified of his imposing aura, and you couldn’t explain why. It’s a bit unsettling but also comforting at the same time.

He pours two cups and turns to you. You stiffen and he offers you one.

“Qixing tea is one of the most refined Liyue teas. It tends to be very bitter but this blend has a more pleasant taste, a little floral even. It is also said to help relax one’s mind.”

You carefully take the cup, not wanting to insult such gracious offer, though you’re utterly confused, shouldn’t you be the one serving him?

The cup is warm.

You stare at the golden liquid, small black dots sit at the bottom. This has no alcohol… right? It can’t be worse than snake wine at least.

You carefully take a sip, trying to imitate how the emperor is holding his.

It is… nice, a strong sharp taste but not bad, and very aromatic.

He’s looking at you expectantly and your tail and ears twitch. “I-It’s very good. Thank you, my Lord.”

He smiles and your heart skips a beat. “I am glad. Some say Qixing tea is for older people, but it’s frankly one of my favorites.” He stares at his cup with a somewhat nostalgic gaze, as if it brings him fond memories. “Ah, you can address me as Morax.”

You nod quietly and take another sip. Past the tea’s powerful flowery scent, you can now sense his Alpha pheromones, with him being so close and the air less tense. They’re strong but not overwhelmingly so, sharp and tantalizing, a refined foreign scent you can almost taste in the back of your throat. It stirs something in you, something warm and alluring.

“Do you know where were you born? Who are your parents?”

The question takes you by surprise for a moment as you shake out of your thoughts. Ah, he must be inquiring about your dragonblood. “I-I’m…. I’m not sure, my Lo- um… L-Lord Morax. As far as I know my mother worked at a-a heat house… no one knew who my father was and she passed away when I was very young.”

“I see… so you have no idea where you got your dragon traits from.” It was a sentence rather than a question and you shake your head meekly, taking another sip from the tea, ears lowering back.

“Apparently it could be due to recessive genes.” You once again repeat the same words you’ve heard all your life. You hate bringing attention to your dragon features, people either treat you like a rare exotic creature or a dangerous one. You didn’t know which was worse.

“Hmmm…” Lord Morax seems pensive for a moment, also drinking some of the tea. “Have you been with your caretaker for long?”

You look down. “Master has been in charge of me ever since I… p-presented as an Omega.”

“Does he treat you well?”

Your eyes widen, the question catching you completely by surprise. T-Treat you well? You are… treated like any other slave omega, if only being singled out by your draconic traits. He feeds you, he gives you clothing and education, he arranges the best matches he can for bonding, he even got you here in the first place. You owe him everything, you’re nothing without him.

So then… Why do you find yourself thinking back on all the harsh words, all the punishments, all the screaming and crying, all the… t-touches…

You gulp. “M-Master ensures I have the best living conditions and opportunities I can.” Is what you settle for.

He hums.

There is silence for a moment and lord Morax settles down his cup.

“I don’t think you’re aware of how special you are.”

Just when you thought he couldn’t surprise you anymore, he utters those words and makes your heart speed up.

Is this anxiety? Fear?

“Judging from what your Master has told me, you’re treated like quite the novelty, an exotic half-blood not unlike the Valuka Shuna or Kätzlein. Here in Liyue however those with traits like yours are called Xiānshòu.” The foreign word rolls off his tongue. His golden eyes fix on you and you freeze. “Also known as illuminated beasts. With immense power and longevity, even the half-bloods. They’re well respected and looked up to, why, some are even revered as deities...”

You? Such a fantastic creature? That can’t be…

“Seems to me like things are different in the deserts of Sumeru, however.” His eyes narrow and for the first time you notice his diamond pupils. They look like a snake’s. The same eerie glint he had a few minutes ago is back darkening the bright golden eyes. Yet, for some strange reason you don’t feel scared this time.

A shiver travels down your spine as you feel your instincts purr in delight. Protective… for some reason lord Morax is being protective of you. You don’t know why or how but you can feel it and it made your inner Omega preen inside. An Alpha wanted to protect you, care for you.

“Such a shame.” He adds, sounding almost disappointed but there is something darker underneath. Word simmering with… frustration? “You are such a lovely dragoness, worthy of every praise and prayer they’d sign in your name here.”

You’re very glad your cup rests at your lap, blushing furiously with trembling hands.

For the next few moments, he continued to ask some more questions. What you like or dislike, what you do in your free time, even something as innocuous as your favorite color. Time seemed to stretch into infinity as you grew a little more comfortable with your answers and the whole situation, as though you weren’t talking to an emperor, or even a potential master or Alpha but rather… someone who saw you for who you are.

You liked that. You liked him.

You wanted to stay with him.

You wished to-

“Alright, I think that’s enough. I will have a talk with your Master and we’ll settle things.” He stands up and dusts his attire a little.

Your breath stops.

He is leaving.

He is leaving.

Did you do something wrong? Didn’t he say he liked your appearance? Are you such a failed disgraceful omega? Your last chance at bonding. You didn’t even get to impress him. You want to call out to him, do something, anything. Panic rises in your chest, drowning you, freezing you. You can barely think, instincts screaming, begging, wailing in despair for him. This kind Alpha, this gentle, patient, imposing, majestic Alpha who’s too good for you and yet something deep inside you yearns for him…!

“I am very glad to have met you little xiānshòu.” A small smile tugs at his lips. Then, he turns and heads for the sliding doors.

So, you do the first thing that comes to your mind.

The empty cup falls from your hands, your footsteps thump loudly on the wooden floors, soft fabric clenches between your fingers.

As soft as the lips you crash yours onto.

…

It only lasts a few seconds but when you back just a little, ears low and tail curled up in apprehension, you realize what you did.

You’d kissed him, you’d kissed the emperor.

You’re shaking like a leaf, clinging to him for dear life. He stares at you with wide surprised eyes but you’d rather die right here for your insolence than live the rest of your days in regret.

His scent takes on an alluring hint to it and your inner Omega is overjoyed. Up so close it is almost irresistible. His face remains impassive, if a little tense, but you can see in his eyes something you identify very well… hunger, desire.

“Lord Morax… t-the nest… please.”

“Y-You don’t have to-”

“Please! Allow me to please you, allow me to show you…how…” You whisper against his lips, leaning in again as your eyes flutter close.

And suddenly his hands wrap around you and pull you close, cupping your face, curling at your waist, there’s something possessive in it and you feel slight vibrations as he growls deep from his chest against your mouth. But there is also something sweet, something delicate…

And for once, you want more. You want this.

How did you end up here? In the most beautiful nest you’d ever constructed, with the most handsome, kind, caring Alpha you’d ever met?

His kisses are deep and slow, completely unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. You lie on the soft sheets as he looms over you, exploring your mouth with an unhurried pace, hungry yet not forceful, letting you timidly do the same at your own pace.

This is nice…

His hands run along your body, caressing your skin through your flimsy attire. His touch curious but gentle.

“May I?” He asks, tugging at the fabric off your shoulder.

You shiver, at his voice, as the pure want in it, in his eyes, in his scent.

“Y-yes my lord…”

“Hmm…” His kisses trail down your jaw down to your neck as he starts pulling the garments off. Careful, instead of simply ripping them apart, your heart skips a beat. “If we’re going to do this, you can use my name and not just titles…”

Your top falls off and goosebumps litter your skin, nipples pebbled as one of his hands cups your breast.

“M-Morax…” You try, shakily, as if testing out the word alone on your lips.

“No, little one. Zhongli. That is my name.” He kisses down your shoulders, nipping at the skin.

“Ah!” Your tail flickers around and you purr.

You take the initiative to kiss him this time, and your hands start roaming his foreign clothes, fumbling with knots and pawing at the fabric. He chuckles at your frustrated whine. You want more, more of this feeling, more of him. To touch his skin, cover him in kisses, worship him.

(Show him what a good Omega you can be.)

No…

You want to make him feel good and please him.

Elegant fabric falls down discarded as he shakes off the layers of his top and you blink surprised. The fabric was bulky and covered up his figure. Lean but muscled, tantalizing like honey. You immediately latch onto him, nosing, scenting, nipping and kissing, feeling the faint outline of his abs and muscles twitch under your touch. He smells so good, he feels so good…

Your Omega instincts are starting to cloud your senses more and more.

Suddenly one of his hands gently squeezes a soft breast and you moan at the sudden touch “O-Oh!”

“You’re sensitive here, do you like this?” He asks, massaging your chest.

You whimper and nod frantically, tail wagging behind you. You had never been this responsive to having your chest played with, though then again, it was rare… but his sensual touches were quickly undoing you. Wetness pools at your gut and you rub your legs together.

Lord Mor- Zhongli… leans down then and something wet flicks over your nipple making you gasp, before warmth surrounds your nub. You cry out even louder. He sucks and laps at it and you instinctively tangle your hands on his hard dark hair, your legs wrapping around his waist.

You groan again, too many layers on the way.

“C-clothes… off, please!”

“As you wish, my dear dragoness.”

He continues squeezing, kissing, caressing and lapping at your skin, leaving a couple of hickeys along the way and teasing his Alpha fangs against you as his attention descends through your body once more, continuing his trail of kisses along your hip. His fingers dip down the waistband of your mesh pants and when you raise your hips to help, he pulls them down.

You’ve been naked in front of others more times than you’d like to count. But there’s something oddly intimate and special about this situation right now.

Your ears lower in apprehension, and your tail flicks by your side, resisting the urge to cover up. Lying down with your legs slightly spread around him. Already flushed, sweaty and panting.

“…You’re gorgeous.”

Huh?!

“I’m so lucky to have found you.” Zhongli nips at your hip. “So lucky that you want me too.” He kisses at your inner thigh.

Your breath hitches.

You’re the lucky one. Completely overjoyed that this Alpha likes you, desires you.

The first touch at your core has you mewling.

Zhongli strokes at your folds, still gentle, finding you soaked as your slick coats his fingers. Your body jolts and you moan “A-Ah!” He smirks against your thigh and nips there again as his fingers move in circles, teasing, testing, before moving to your clit. A finger pad stroking it just so, making your whole frame tremble, like every nerve in your body is being stimulated.

“Mngh- please!”

His fingers travel between your folds. First one sliding in rather easily, pumping steadily as you shudder in pleasure, and then two, making you writhe, bucking your hips against the touch, pushing them deeper, chasing that feeling.

Your body feels hot, too hot. Every sensation blocked except that warm wet feeling down there, in your new heaven. Your hands claw at the sheets, a pleasant fog setting in and you can feel yourself slipping into your most primal needs. But oh, oh, not like this.

You want him. Need him.

“You- y-you! please my lord!”

Something snaps in the Alpha’s eyes and Zhongli growls. Golden eyes dark, swallowed by lust and need and you whine when his fingers leave you. You vaguely hear rustling noises and before you can protest again, he pulls you up back on his lap and oh…

He’s big.

His erection stands proud between your bodies, rubbing against you and you shuffle impatiently, nuzzling against him.

Yes, yes…

Zhongli helps positioning you, gives himself a few strokes, and you feel his cockhead kiss at your entrance, you whine and stare at him rather confused. “L-Like this? B-But I have never- This is n-not how-”

He kisses your forehead, your nose, and pecks at your lips. “I can imagine this is very different from how they’ve taught you Alphas mount Omegas, but I my dear, intend to make love to you.” He whispers, hot breath fanning your cheeks as he nuzzles you, so close, so intimate. Your heart hammering wildly in your chest. “Like this you will have more control. I want you to relax, enjoy, my sweet dragoness.” He kisses at your cheek, down your jaw to your neck. “May I?”

You can feel your eyes water. No one had ever told you that. No Alpha had ever been this patient or even asked your permission before. Words die on your throat as you stare mesmerized at Zhongli. Grateful. Incredulous. Completely enamored.

You nod, and he guides you down.

It’s different like this. So much different.

You bite your lip and whine a little once you start to move, his hands hold your hips as you raise them and sink back down on his cock, inch by delicious inch. You feel… full, but warm, good. Your insides clench around him and he groans.

Oh… you could get used to this…

“Hah… ah! … m-my lord... I’m…” You feel dizzy but in a good way, your body tingles all over and it’s exhilarating, addicting.

He leans forward a bit, nosing at your collarbone, soft kisses tickle your skin and he… he’s almost purring in delight, inhaling your scent. “I told you, you can just call me by my name... Would you let me hear it?”

You buck languidly on his embrace, enjoying this…sensual experience, these new feelings and sensations. His tender closeness, his intoxicating pheromones, his deep baritone.

Him.

“Zhongli…”

His name comes out as a needy cry and he growls, Alpha pride clearly satisfied. His hands roam your body just enough to shift position and pull you even closer, hips rolling in tandem, picking up speed, his fangs grazing your shoulder.

Your head is swimming in pleasure, fuzzy like stuffed with cotton, small little “Ah… ah… ah!” moans punched out of you. You’re vaguely aware of your nails digging onto his skin but you can’t even stop yourself, you need to hold onto something, anything.  

Even your tail subconsciously curls around his ankle (and he doesn’t even seem to mind), like every cell of your body is screaming at you to hold onto him and never let go.

Zhongli’s own breathing comes out in harsh puffs and satisfied groans as he buries himself in you over and over, the sound of skin slapping on skin becomes more prominent.

And then, he hits a spot that has you seeing stars.

Your eyes snap open (when had you closed them?) Back arching as if struck by lightning and letting out a high-pitched moan. H-How did he do that?! What was that? You don’t remember ever feeling like this in previous bonding attempts.

“M-more?” You mewl in delight.

Zhongli looks at you with a satisfied smirk and it only fuels the fire in your belly.

“Gladly.”

That same wonderful feeling travels up and down your body again and again as your moans and whimpers rise in volume, calling his name over and over. Zhongli kisses you, deep and passionate. Whispers praises and sweet nothings on your flickering dragon ears. Touches you so soft and reverently. Your body feels so hot, your mind going blank, you can feel the base of his cock swelling with his knot and the familiar coil of pleasure tightening as you anticipate it, crave it, more intense and satisfying than ever before.

And just as you reach that high, his fangs sink into you.

You come with a squeal, body tensing, clinging onto him, clenching on him as he lets out a deep satisfied groan, knotting you. Wet stickiness coats your insides and thighs. And everything feels right, just right. Perfect even.

It takes a moment to come back to your senses, and it’s to Zhongli’s hands rubbing circles at your back comfortingly, while he laps and kisses at the bonding mark he left on you.

And then the high comes crashing down.

The bonding mark.

Tears well up in your eyes and start rolling down your cheeks, your tail uncoiling from him and curling around yourself protectively, ears down.

Please no… this can’t be…

Please stay…

Please.

Zhongli immediately notices your distress, in your actions and your scent, completely different altogether. His own instincts going wild at the lack of a happy sated mate scent. “Darling, what’s wrong? I’m sorry did it hurt that much? Did I… harm you in some way or did something wrong?” Oh, he sounds so genuinely concerned.

You shake your head desperately. Of course he hasn’t.

But you will.

Your body will. Betray you as always.

No bonding mark has stayed in your neck for longer than a few minutes. They all fade.

Just like the alphas that place them in you.

And then comes the anger, the guilt, the disappointment, the despair, the loneliness…

You can’t take it. Not this time.

“S-stay… please…” You sob.

Your voice sounds so broken, so weak and tiny, absolutely heart wrenching.

And Zhongli embraces you.

“I will, my dearest dragoness. I promise you.” He kisses one of your horns.

You want to believe him but you can only cry harder…

The room is dark as your eyes flutter open. It takes a few minutes to adjust and for your mind to catch up. Where are you…? You look around at the wooden walls, nestled in comfy sheets, you see some wooden cabinets and a tea set-

…!!!

You jolt awake, tumbling some pillows from your fancy nest. Your last chance at bonding. The emperor. He was leaving, and then…!

You slap a hand against the junction between neck and shoulder and feel something there, a bandage… you try to stare at it confused, though it’s impossible from the angle. And then fear consumes you. What if… it’s not there…?

Your body is still naked, though you have been covered with a thick fabric while sleeping, as it now pools at your lap, your Omega scent and that of an Alpha mixed together pleasantly, you turn around.

The Emperor. Lord Morax. Zhongli.

He sleeps peacefully by your side, on your nest, after having mated you.

He stayed.

You stare at his handsome features, fair skin, dark long hair, strong jaw, muscled arms. His lips slightly parted as he breathes evenly. So at ease.

You want to reach out and brush at his hair, touch his face, kiss him.

You want this moment to last forever.

Looking up slightly you see the large mirror, see yourself. A tiny thing, with freaky ears, horns and a tail.

It was… good, while it lasted. Almost like a dream.

Tears start falling down your cheeks again and you try to be as silent as possible as you pull and lift at the bandage in your shoulder. And there underneath it is… something?

Your fingers trace a mark, a wound, it stings and you hiss.

No way. There is no way.

Hope flutters in your chest, your stomach flips and you feel dizzy, nervous. A bonding mark? Is it real? Is it still there?

You shuffle out of the nest as fast and stealthily as you can, standing in front of the mirror. Hair a mess, eyes wide, pale in fear.

And there it is. The clear mark of an Alpha bite, still rather tender. A claim. A bond.

You start sobbing as you trace it, touch it, feel it. It must have been hours, there is no way…

It’s there, it’s there, for real. You want to laugh, to cry, you’re still nervous, scared, hopeful, happy, a million things at once.

But how? Why now?

“Hnng… darling? Are you crying again?” You stiffen as you hear the voice, deep and hoarse, laced with drowsiness. You turn and see him sit up and yawn carelessly like a rishboland tiger. Elegant and intimidating like one too with his bright golden eyes, Alpha fangs and muscled figure. Still naked as well, you note.

“T-the bonding mark… it’s still there!” You exclaim to him, gesturing to it.

“You should let it heal nicely.”

“Y-You don’t get it!” You huff. “My Lord… it’s still there! I’m bonded, I’m yours!”

He chuckles. “Rather, I would say we belong to each other, now.”

Belong to each other.

That sounds nice.

You turn back to the mirror, still staring at it, poking it with a finger softly, as if afraid it’ll disappear, as if it was an illusion, a dream.

But it’s there.

“For years… for years I thought I was doing s-something wrong, that there was something… wrong… with me…” You cry softly. “No Alpha had even bonded me…”

Suddenly you feel strong arms curl around your frame, a chin resting at your shoulder where it kisses your skin, and then brushes over the mark. It stings but you welcome it.

It means it’s real, all of this is.

Zhongli inhales, taking in your scent. “Well you see my dear, a dragonblood… a xiānshòu like you, can only be truly bonded by one of its own kind.”

The words take a moment to process, to sit on your brain, and you frown confused, staring at him from the mirror. And then your eyes widen.

Golden antlers crown his head, majestic and almost glowing, small scales appear under his striking amber eyes, the color of burnt ocher. A large tail, even bigger than yours in golden and brown hues, sways lazily behind him, before finding yours and intertwining with it, the feel is foreign but not unwelcome. Like holding hands.

You turn around so fast you almost trip if it weren’t for his hold. The dragonblood features are still there, in plain sight.

Your throat feels dry.

“You… you’re…”

He raises a finger to his lips and shushes you, then smiles. “I am yours my dear. Just as you are now mine.”

You cling to him and hide your face on his chest as you cry. Overwhelmed, relieved.

Yes, this is where you belong.

[baisemains]

Unwrap Me

Melvika Week 2025 - Day 2: Lingerie (@melvikaweek2025)

mel medarda x sevika

word count: 2.6k

contains: alcohol mention, food mention, smut ofc, dom!mel, sub!sev, some romance, praise kink, oral, masturbation, fingering, use of pet names, finger sucking

description: sevika comes home after a long day of work to a pleasant surprise from her girlfriend.

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mel medarda masterlist // sevika masterlist

Finishing up, be home asap, the text on the phone read. Mel smiled to herself as she hearted the message and responded Ok be safe, love you.

She then turned back to the stove where the steaks were cooking, a mouthwatering aroma filling the air. Her girlfriend Sevika had vented to her earlier about how horrible of a day she was having at work, everything going wrong. Immediately, she knew she wanted her to come home to her favorite meal and just relax. Flitting about the kitchen, she begins to set the table, lighting a few fancy candles to set the mood and pouring a glass of Sevika's favorite whiskey.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, she sees that her partner should be home shortly, and dashes to her room to change. Mel had planned an irresistible meal for later on: herself. On her break earlier, she had gone out and purchased a brand new—and very expensive—lingerie set as a surprise. Though she and Sevika had been together for a couple of years now, they both understood that they didn't want to settle into a routine where they stopped trying to win each other over.

So, they regularly had date nights, cooked for each other, brought each other flowers, the works. And the sex? God, the sex. That was still going strong, their need for each other was insatiable, their friends often joking that if it was possible, they'd have a slew of kids by now.

Slipping the final strap over her shoulder, Mel spins to look at herself in the mirror of her walk in closet and lets out a small gasp. She looked downright sinful. A satisfied grin covers her face, Sevika isn't going to be able to keep her hands off of her. Hearing the front door start to unlock, she throws a robe on to hide her gift until later, briskly heading back to the kitchen to serve the food.

"Babe, I'm home!"

The sound of the door shutting and subsequent boots being placed on the shoe rack comes just in time. Mel is placing their meals onto the table as Sevika walks into the room and takes in the ambience.

"Wow. This all for me? Or is your other girlfriend coming over?"

Mel rolls her eyes at Sevika's question, the woman loved that joke more than anything and never passed up an opportunity to use it.

"Yes, actually, she should be here shortly so if you could vacate the space, that would be amazing." Brushing past her girlfriend to reach the fridge, Mel feels a hand wrap around her waist before she's spun around and pinned back against the table. Dark grey eyes bore into her own, a predator-like smile slowly spreading onto Sevika's lips.

"That so?" A nip at Mel's neck. "Well, then she's gonna be very disappointed when she sees me fucking you on this table."

Leaning down to capture the mouth opposite her in a hungry kiss, Sevika gets to the point immediately, biting and sucking at plump lips before placing her large hands under Mel's thighs and lifting her onto the table, place settings be damned. Only then does Mel realize what's happening and separates their mouths with a wet pop.

"I didn't cook all of this for it to go to waste. Dinner first, and you can have your treat after."

Jumping down from the table, Mel smooths down her robe, making sure the outfit under isn't visible, and walks around to her seat, settling in. She begins cutting into her meal, looking at Sevika expectantly and waiting for her to sit down. The other woman eventually does with a dramatic sigh and drops into her chair, grabbing her glass of whiskey.

"How was work?" Mel places a buttery piece of steak into her mouth as her girlfriend groans and begins relaying her frustrations of the day. By the time she's gotten it all out of her system, both plates are cleared and glasses are empty, the mood much more comfortable.

Rising from the table, Sevika begins taking away the dishes, placing them in the sink as Mel stands up to help. Once they've finished, Mel strolls over to stand behind the taller woman and presses a slow kiss to her shoulder, feeling a hum through the skin.

"Ready now, handsome?"

Sevika's head drops back onto Mel's shoulder as a soft exhale escapes her mouth. "I thought you'd never ask."

Spinning around, Sevika attaches their mouths once again, walking them towards their shared bedroom, hands roaming and groping the entire time. Once they reach the wall in front of the bed, Mel's lips trail down the length of Sevika's neck, pausing just above the collarbone where she starts laying open mouth kisses, her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin. The hands placed on the taller woman's hips slide up under her shirt, tracing patterns on her skin.

"You're a bit overdressed," Mel practically purrs, fingers skimming over a defined abdominal muscle. "You'd probably be a lot more comfortable without this."

"That can be arranged."

The fabric is pulled over Sevika's head with a couple of jerky movements, baring her upper body completely. Mel can't help but let out a quiet hum of appreciation, her eyes roaming up and down the expanse of skin before her. The muscles are unbelievably defined, developed inch by inch over the years, littered with all sorts of scars and scratches. Her prosthetic shines in the low light of the room, the woman wearing it proudly. A living, breathing work of art sits before her, and the heat in her stomach begins to swell.

“Your turn.”

A firm hand reaches for the tie on Mel’s robe, and she looks up in anticipation of her lover’s reaction. A tugging of the cord pulls the robe loose and sends it slipping towards the ground, revealing the material underneath.

The lingerie hugs every single curve, leaving just enough to the imagination. The lacy black material accentuates the smooth skin it clings to, a contrast that has Sevika's heart quickening. A low moan leaves her mouth as she drinks in every inch of exposed flesh before her, feeling her self-control slipping away with every second that ticks by.

"Do you like it?" Mel's voice is teasing, almost cocky, and it brings Sevika back to the moment. Her eyes, now dilated with lust, slowly drag up to make contact with those opposite. The taller woman replies with a breathy yes, all other words lost on her tongue. Mel’s hands rise to her girlfriend’s shoulders, pushing lightly on them, indicating her desire for her to kneel down. Without question, Sevika drops to her knees, looking up obediently to her lover while waiting for the next order.

"Such a good girl for me."

The words send a shiver through Sevika's spine, desire pooling deep in her gut. Those words and a simple gesture have her completely at Mel's mercy. A hand finds the back of Sevika's head, slender fingers sliding through short hair and twirling a handful.

“You're going to do whatever I say, whenever I say it, aren't you?"

A soft whine comes from Sevika's throat, the praise and control sending jolts into her core. The only thing she can manage is a nod, her breath starting to come out in ragged pants. A low chuckle escapes Mel, fully aware of how much her words are affecting Sevika. It only takes a couple of phrases to have the other woman wrapped around her little finger, and it's a power trip that always gets the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

The hand on Sevika's head guides her closer to the black fabric, face only a few inches away from her core, the warmth of her breath sending an electric current through Mel. "Go on. You can have your dessert now." A tone of encouragement, but also of command.

Not needing to be told twice, Sevika buries her mouth against her girlfriend, nuzzling the smooth fabric with her nose and inhaling the sweet scent. She slowly licks along the lace, tasting the skin underneath, the touch leaving trails of heat wherever her lips touch.

A gasp leaves Mel as she feels Sevika's lips on her body, her other hand coming up to grasp onto her shoulder to steady herself. The feeling is incredible and it's all she can do to remain standing, her knees already threatening to buckle.

"Oh sweetheart, you're doing wonderfully, I—" the sentence is cut off with a high-pitched whine as Sevika's teeth are suddenly scraping against a sensitive inner thigh. A proud hum leaves her mouth as she feels the hand on her shoulder twitch, knowing that she's slowly but surely breaking the composure of her girlfriend. As she continues to kiss and bite the tender flesh, she feels the fabric under her grow damp, and the smell of arousal is almost overwhelming.

The words of encouragement from Mel spur her on, and she pushes onward, a metal finger dragging the fabric aside before her eager tongue slips into dripping sweetness. The sensation has Mel seeing stars, thighs almost giving out but for the support of her lover's grip.

"God, oh god, you're so good at that, gorgeous," comes a breathless whisper from above. Mel’s body is on fire, skin humming with desire, the coil in her stomach beginning to pull tighter.

Sevika smiles at the praise, tongue continuing its movements inside wet heat. Mel yanks her own bra down, freeing two perfect breasts for her beloved to gaze upon. Sevika’s body is screaming for attention, and after trying earnestly to ignore it, she carefully slips her right hand into her pants while absorbing all of the wonderful sounds and moans from her girlfriend.

Letting out a strangled moan that captures Mel's attention, the younger woman instantly looks down, the sight pulling an aroused groan from her. Desperate, glossy eyes are staring back as she grinds down, fucking herself with her girthy digits.

"Oh baby...look at you, just a needy little thing, aren't you?"

Sevika's eyes roll back into her head at the phrasing, and it takes everything in Mel not to cum right there. Another wave of heat announces itself as emerald orbs rake over the vision in front of her; Sevika on her knees, completely under her control, both her mouth and hand working diligently. It's the hottest goddamn thing she's ever seen.

Mel's fingers yank on the short tresses and separate them from each other, forcing an upset whine from the subservient woman. Giving her a cheshire grin, Mel slowly slides her hand from raven hair, trailing her fingers down a defined jawline to parted lips, pushing two of them inside.

The feeling of slender muscles pressed onto her tongue is enough to drive Sevika crazy, and she moans around them, staring up at Mel with wide, pleading eyes. It feels like a lifetime before the other woman's hand is leaving her mouth, and the moment they do, a pathetic whimper echoes throughout the room.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

Mel's voice is full of mock sympathy, her expression bordering on sadistic as she stares down at her girlfriend. Sevika hasn't stopped riding her fingers through this entire exchange, and she's approaching her climax dangerously fast. Mel recognizes how close the other woman is, and she has no intentions of letting her get off that easily.

"Ah-ah, not yet, my love. I'm not done with you," she smirks.

With both of her hands, she grabs the back of Sevika's scalp and pulls her back between her legs, feeling the desperation in her actions. A firm lick at her clit has her gasping, and it makes the inferno low in her stomach flare up even higher.

Sevika isn't given a chance to move from her position, and it feels like all the air is sucked out of her lungs as her face is pushed even harsher against the slick heat, her tongue pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. It feels like being set ablaze, the heat and taste threatening to overtake her, and it's all she can do to not break down then and there. When her name starts being groaned between broken whines and gasps, the world comes into focus again.

"Are you close, Sevi?" Mel forces out in between heavy breaths. "I need to c— ah, need to cum with you."

Sevika's head rises up briefly for a deep breath, chin glistening with slick as her gaze locks onto bright green eyes.

"So close, please." Her voice is hoarse, pleading, and a sharp tug on her hair has her back where it was moments earlier, resuming her ministrations.

The sound of Sevika's voice is like gasoline to flames, and it sets off the final spark of tension that's been building up in Mel's body. With her climax fast approaching, she can barely remain standing, her entire world shrinking to simply being in this moment with her love.

With one final curve of her fingers, Sevika hits that spongy spot inside of herself and sends her tumbling over the edge with a muffled moan. Cum floods her hand, spilling into her boxers, and it causes a chain reaction to the woman above her.

Feeling the vibration through her body, pleasure surges through Mel, shooting from her core outwards, leaving her head spinning. She can barely see straight as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her, an overwhelming force she can't stop. She feels like she's drowning, and she desperately grasps at the only thing she can find: Sevika.

There's no longer any words, just high mewls and moans leaving her lips. Her breathing is labored and broken, her fingers clawing for purchase at the broad shoulders. It's too much, she's never been reduced to this much of a trembling mess before, and she drops to her knees while gasping for air.

As Mel collapses into Sevika, the older woman is quick to wrap her arms around her, her own breath also coming out in short, ragged pants. They stay like that for a long moment, just embracing in the aftermath, Sevika pressing soft kisses to the top of Mel's head and gently rubbing her trembling back.

"That was…" Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper. "Intense."

Mel manages a shaky laugh, her entire body still quivering with aftershocks. "Intense is putting it lightly. I haven't come that hard in—" she breaks off with a laugh, "ever, I think."

Pulling her face back to look up at her girlfriend, she gives her a lazy smile. "You completely wrecked me, love. It was incredible."

Sevika looks down at the spent woman in her arms, pride and affection swelling in her chest. It's always a rush to know that she can make her girlfriend feel like this; reduced from an elegant, poised powerhouse to a quivering mess. It's just as satisfying to her to hold her after, taking care of her in the result of a life shattering experience.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, darling." Leaning down, Sevika pulls the other woman towards her, tongue reaching out and just barely slipping into her mouth. Mel moans gently upon tasting herself, returning the gesture with a slow kiss. They sit there for a minute, wrapped up in each other, until she eventually pulls back and looks at the short haired woman, a mock-serious expression on her face.

"You know, I did buy us an actual dessert for us to enjoy after this," she teased.

Sevika's stomach grumbles instantly, causing the two to break out into a fit of giggles.

"You know me so well." Pressing a soft kiss to her lover's lips, Sevika stands and reaches a large hand out in waiting. After taking it, Mel leads her hand in hand to the kitchen, smiling and joking the entire way.

[folkloresthings]

TOLERATE IT / FA14.

in which the older sister of lando norris finds herself teetering dangerously towards the precipice of her brother’s, significantly older, colleague.

( fernando alonso x norris!reader )

track one: gold rush. track two: delicate. track three: labyrinth. track four: false god. track five: happiness. track six: the 1. track seven: daylight. track eight: lover.

✩⡱ warnings: age gap! reader is 25, fernando is 41.

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the screen goes black as you lock your phone, a sigh settling in your chest at your little brother’s overprotectiveness. when you tuck it back in your bag, your gaze flickers up to fernando’s. he’s hovering with a knowing sort of smile, making you laugh bashfully. you were just outside of your apartment block, his car parked on the street. he’d insisted on walking you to the door, and since the street was quiet there was no fear of being caught, not like you were at your departure in the restaurant. in fact, the midnight quiet was peaceful, the sky dark and the air cold.

“thank you for driving me home,” your voice carries quietly, hands knitting by your side. despite the heels that were irritating your ankles, you felt awfully small under his warm eyes. you knew of his reputation with women, his ability to flirt and wrap a girl around his finger. you weren’t the kind to fall for such actions, but when he smiled at you, you empathised with every woman before you.

“you’re welcome,” his smooth spanish accent warmed the shivers along your bare shoulders. fernando obviously noticed, gaze flickering to the bare skin. “you looked very beautiful tonight.”

biting back a smile, your head dips to look at your feet, hoping to hide the blush that spread across your cheeks. but before you could melt into a puddle on the step, fernando’s thumb and finger caught your chin. freezing, you let his delicate touch raise your head up again, until your sights met and the breath was knocked from your chest.

you thought he was going to kiss you. he’d been flirting all night long, sitting next to you at dinner and brushing his hand over your arm everytime he turned towards you. but he didn’t — not yet, anyway. he only held you there, the rough pad of his thumb carressing your cheek, letting himself look at you for as long as he needed.

but you were sure you would pass out if you let him do so any longer, clearing your throat and stepping away from such an intoxicating touch. “goodnight, fernando.”

he stared at you, somehow more handsome in the shadowed light. he wanted more, you could see it in his eyes, but whether that more was of good intentions, you couldn’t tell. “goodnight, pretty girl.”

he turned on his heel, descending the step towards the street, and you suddenly felt yourself turn cold. the air nipped at your skin again, without him near to keep you warm. the battle inside your head was raging, pulling between sense and feeling.

“wait,” you called feebly, and he was turned around before you could even finish the word. you rocked a little on your heels, fiddling with the keys in your hands. his hopeful eyes only solidified your decision, a coy smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “do you, maybe, want to come up for a drink?”

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hi!! i love your fics!

i was wondering whether i can request melissa x reader with prompt 59, please

melissa doesn’t understand how r can find her body attractive so r proceeds to point out reasons why she loves mel and her body

you can choose the direction from there :)

Take My Word, My Word Is Truth ~Top!Melissa Schemmenti xFem Partner!Switch!Reader

Summary— Melissa and Reader go to a Pennsylvania Education Gala. Melissa asks Reader about a compliment, so Reader shows Melissa exactly what she means… Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate them as well as your request! I would love to write this for you!! I went with mainly fluff and a little smut at the end. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

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#59. “You… find this attractive?”

Warnings: NSFW, light smut, mostly fluff, compliments, flustering, implied insecurity, implied self-worth issues, kissing, teasing, marking, light taunting, top/bottom relations, soft dom/sub implications, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Melissa walked out of her bedroom and down the stairs, waiting by the door.

“Are you ready, ‘hun?” The redhead called out to you in the kitchen.

“Yea coming!!” You called back.

You popped out of the kitchen, finishing putting on your shoes with a smile. Your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of Melissa. She and you were going to a PA education gala. And Melissa was wearing a long, fitting, dark green dress. You gulped and blushed slightly at the sight of the woman, coming up to her ready to go.

“You look… really good…” you breathed out the compliment.

Melissa looked away and blushed lightly.

She never could take a compliment.

“Oh hush now, we’re going to be late…!” The older woman exclaimed, dramatically dragging you out of the house.

The gala itself was a little boring. The only thing redeeming was the free alcohol and getting to see Melissa all dressed up and sexy. The redhead could feel your gaze on you all night.

Later on, as Melissa and you, arms linked were making your rounds to her colleagues. You eventually reached Barbara, one of Melissa’s closest teacher friends.

“Y/N, it is lovely to finally meet you, my dear!” Barbara exclaimed, taking you into a quick embrace, then pulling an older man into the conversation, “Melissa, Y/N, this is my husband.”

You all exchanged pleasantries, before Barbara began asking about you and Melissa.

“Yes, I am so lucky to be able to call this attractive woman my girlfriend…!” You exclaimed, squeezing Melissa’s arm in emphasis.

Melissas entire face practically went red at your comment, and she was quick to grab another drink to hide her reddened face. She cheekily nipped your side in retaliation, making you squeak.

After you and her had made all the rounds, the two of you sat at your table and shared a moment.

“Hey ‘Hun…?” Melissa spoke.

“Yea?” You chirped, looking at your redhead girlfriend.

“You… find this attractive?” She asked, your comment obviously still sticking out in her mind.

You gasped lightly at Melissa’s sudden vulnerable and insecure tone. It sounded like she was about to cry. You immediately took her hand in yours and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Of course I find you attractive, Baby… You are beautiful.” You comfort the woman.

Melissa then looked over to you with slightly watery eyes.

“You really mean that…?” She said in a cracked, wobbly tone.

Your heart nearly broke at the sight. You knew that Melissa hadn’t ever been loved and cared for properly, but it never ceased to make you distraught at how she wasn’t used to love and care and concern.

You took a deep breath and then got up. Melissa looked at you in question and confusion.

“Come on, Let’s go, Mel…” you hum under your breath.

“I… I don’t understand…” Melissa stammered, as you lead her by the hand out of the gala.

“Baby, we said our rounds to everybody, no one will think twice if we leave. And… there’s something I need to do.” You explain, hooking your arm around Melissa’s and leading her out into the cold night.

The drive home was fairly silent, you kept your right hand reassuringly wrapped around Melissa’s hands while you drove. You got home, and you had Melissa come sit with you on the living room couch. You placed a hand on your back and comforted the woman.

“What… what do you need to do…?” Melissa asked, recalling your comment as you had insisted on leaving the gala.

You turned to Melissa with a smile, then getting up and kneeling in front of the woman’s closed legs. Melissa breath caught in her throat, and she looked at you in question.

“I… w-what…?” She stammered, as you took her hands in her lap and comforted her.

You looked up at the woman with love and care in your gaze.

“It has come to my attention that you need to be reminded why you are so beautiful and attractive… and why you deserve to be showered with love.” You hum, bringing her hands to your lips and beginning to kiss each knuckle, one at a time.

Melissa blushed and turned her head to look away. You immediately stopped all your administrations.

“Nuh uh… look at me, amore…” you purr in insistence.

Melissa’s gaze bashfully turned back to you, her face reddened once more.

“Good girl, thank you, baby…” you hummed in praise, kissing her knuckles one by one once more.

Melissa watched your every move with growing and darkening pupils.

“God your hands are perfect…” you purred, as you began to kiss parts of her palms, “Not only do you use them everyday to help and educate your kids at school, but they’re so sexy…” you husked.

Melissa gulped and her mouth partially opened to speak (most likely to refute your compliments), but a firm cock of an eyebrow from you made Melissa sit in her flustered state and accept the praise.

Your kisses migrated to the redheads wrists and lower arms. You took even more time with each affectionate kiss, suck, and bite, leaving a few marks along the way.

“Your arms… are so strong and gorgeous…” you cooed lovingly, slowly moving from her left arm to her right, “You always hold up the weight of the world on them… But sometimes, it’s better to let people help you carry the weight, amore…”

Your kisses moved to her upper arms, and Melissa in response, instinctually opened her legs wide for you. You smirked and slotted yourself still on your knees, in between her legs, so that you were right up against the couch with your chest. Melissa’s heart and cunt flutter in tandem at your closeness.

Once you were satisfied with the arm kisses, you stood up and gave the woman your hand. She took it in curiosity and stood up.

“Your dress… The way it clings to your curves… the way the green accentuates your hair and eyes…” you hum, running your hands up and down the garment and her figure, “You look stunning, baby…”

Shivers run up and down Melissa’s spine. You then gently helped her out for the dress, letting it pool on the ground, before guiding Melissa to sit back on the couch.

You knelt back in between her legs, then proceeding to take her heels off. You kissed her feet, toe by toe, making sure to make eye contact with Melissa after each little suck, nibble, and kiss.

“Your feet… they’ve taken you so far in life… you’ve accomplished so much…” you purr, “And maybe one day, you’ll step on me with them…”

You said that last bit with a wink before moving on to kiss and suck along her legs and up to her knees, one leg at a time. Melissa nearly choked on her own breath from your words and wink. She hated to admit it, but all your praise was melting her heart. And making her wet…

You kissed and marked her legs up to her thighs, now on your standing knees looking up at Melissa.

“Your legs are precious… Also so strong, like the rest of you… They always look so pretty crushing my head…” you cooe cheekily, smirking at the end.

You spread her legs even further, before leaning down and starting to caress and love on her thighs. Melissas eyes fluttered and her mouth went silently open, as your hot mouthed kisses went towards her inner thighs, closer and closer to her core.

“Your thighs… they’re so thick and marvelous… love how they bounce when you walk… love how they suffocate me…” you husk.

Melissa had gotten the message. Her face was burning red and she was riled up enough. One of her hands snaked into your hair and tried to silently guide you or her core, implying how badly she needed you.

But you waved her off with ease, not done making your point. While one hand held her thighs open, your other snaked around the back of her neck. You looked up to the red head, guiding her to lean down toward you with your hand on her neck. You stared at the woman with unadulterated lust in your eyes and parted lips. Her gaze was now unabashedly meeting yours, filled with lust and joy.

You leaned forward and connected your lips to hers. Your lips intermingled with hers in a light, loving, yet passion filled kiss. But you pulled away much too soon to Melissa’s dismay, leaving her whimpering at the loss of contact.

“Your lips are better than perfection… they’re soft and plump… and so delicious…” you cooed lustfully into the redheads ear, “And your voice… God, I think I could cum from it alone…” you groaned out.

“Enough Cucciolina.” Melissa breathed out, her tone low, sultry, and filled with lust.

Your breath hitched at the pet name, and you bit your lip, awaiting the woman’s next words eagerly. Melissa then guided your head back down to her cunt. She gazed down upon you on your knees, her eyes dark and dominating, now believing in her power thanks to your praise and showing her.

“I keep hearing all this talk about how attractive you find me…” she purred, “That’s all talk… Why don’t ya’ show me, Cucciola…?”

Your eyes widened and you blushed slightly. Her hand then urged you face first into her clothed clit and you happily teased the woman through the thin material. You groaned, quickly taking your hand from her neck and scrambling to remove her panties. Melissa shifted her hips upward, and you quickly removed the lousy excuse for underwear, throwing it aside.

“You’re so beautiful…” you groaned, as you caught sight of the woman’s gleaming, slick pussy, before diving into her cunt and making Melissa’s head loll back with a moan.

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sirius thought 4 u! he gives the best hickeys (I would know)!!!!!! he’s always gentle at first but eventually gets really rough (not that you mind) and ends up marking you up so vividly that his friends accuse him of attempted murder….. “sirius I know you’re half-dog mate but you didn’t have to maul her 🤨”

MAL YES!! cw: hickeys, heavy petting

You should’ve known that Sirius’ ‘just a kiss’ was a lie.

It’s always a lie. But a delicious one.

You’re positioned flat on your back, Sirius laying over you with his head buried in your neck.

He’d been on you from the moment you’d come home, something about, “Tha’ fucking perfume puppy,” and he’d only moved twice.

Once to take you from against the wall in the living room to the bedroom, and then to get your top off and across the room.

“Siri,” you pant, chin held up by one of his hands as he sucks and nips at your neck.

You’re sure the mole under your neck is surrounded by red bites, along with the column of your neck.

“Hm?” He doesn’t even lift his head, instead his mouth and tongue trail- a wet track left in its wake as he starts nipping at your collarbones.

“You’re marking too much,” your voice trails off in a pleased sigh as his tongue leaves over the stinging bite marks. “Of me.” You finish breathlessly and Sirius smiles against your skin.

“I hardly think I marked you, puppy.” He says, but there’s something devilish in that smirk on his face.

You look down at your chest, finding heart shaped bruises forming and glare at Sirius. “What do you call these then?”

You’re hardly upset, you just know they’re going to be a bitch to cover.

“Nibbles,” Sirius thinks himself a comedian the way his laughs shake his frame. “C’mon dolly, we gotta start getting ready.”

He doesn’t even let you get up, Sirius spends twenty minutes biting and sucking at your thighs before letting you get up.

-

Your skirt and top do nothing to hide the marks left by your boyfriend. Not that you mind.

“Oh my god,” Lily squeals as she sees you, hands reaching to touch your neck and collarbones. “Did he try eating you?”

Sirius looks ever so smug. Chin tipped up proudly. “It’s called showing affection, Evans. Don’t forget you had those not two weeks ago from your boyfriend.”

Everyone notices the marks and their stares and comments make you flush every time- much to Sirius’ amusement.

It’s Remus’ comment that has you hiding your face in Sirius’ neck though, “Good grief Pads, I know you call her puppy, but it seems more accurate to you though; doesn’t it?”

“I think you look good owned, puppy.” He whispers which makes you go hot under his chin.

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Sympathy for the Devil ~ Part 21

A Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic, based on @discoscoob 's concept & bot! An unlikely flirtation turns into a dark obsession... Warnings: Donaka Mark is a bad man with a soft spot for you. dark romance, possessive behavior, nonconsensual voyeurism, red flag red flag girl!🔺, psychological games, power imbalance, eventual dubcon/nsfw/involuntary captivity. -> all chapters

Twenty One. 二十 一

Though you arrived home in plenty of time for dinner, the two of you can't quite manage to make it out of bed for hours more. You nap, and you make love, and it is quite late by the time the two of you finally creep into the kitchen like naughty teenagers who have stayed out past your curfew, wearing nothing but your robes and sly smiles. You find your supper thoughtfully covered in the fridge, and you can just hear Mrs. Wong’s grumbling that undoubtedly accompanied it for her ungrateful charges. 

“We’re going to be in so much trouble tomorrow,” you giggle as you pop the noodle dish in the microwave. 

Donaka raises an eyebrow at you, smirking. “Are you scared of her wooden spoon?” 

“Yes!” you exclaim, laughing. She’s never hit you too hard with it, but everyone in the household scatters when she brandishes it with her voice raised. 

Donaka scoffs. “You should be. I once saw her go after a man twice her size with that thing. She won.” 

The mental image makes you grin. “What? Who? Not you?” 

Aside from being her employer, you’ve noticed Mrs. Wong dotes on him with all the power of an overbearing Chinese mother–and he lets her. It’s actually rather endearing. 

“No,” he confirms with that signature slight smile that ties your heart up in knots. “My father.” 

This surprises you so much that he closes your gaping jaw for you with one long finger hooked under your chin. “You’ll catch flies.” 

“How…?” 

“A long time ago.” 

He can tell that you are practically vibrating with curiosity. Whether to torture you, or because he changes his mind, he tries to distract you by caging you against the island, planting wet kisses along the bend of your neck. It succeeds in making your knees weak–but not in killing your inquisitiveness. 

“Wait–” you plead, your fists in the lapels of his robe, your knees buckling away from his oh so distracting mouth on your skin.

With a growl he hoists you onto the counter, wedging himself between your legs. “You can’t…just…dangle that in front of me,” you insist between increasingly heated kisses, even as your resolve absolutely starts to crumble under the onslaught. 

“I can’t?” He tugs at the tie of your robe, letting the pretty printed silk gape down to your navel. 

“You…shouldn’t.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because…I want to know you.” 

He runs a possessive touch down your body, between your breasts, down your belly, making you jump as he ends at your center. His dark chuckle goes straight to your clit, making you clench between your legs. 

So much for not defiling the place where you eat… 

“I think we know each other pretty well by now,” he deflects with a smirk. 

“You know what I mean.” You cannot hide the note of sadness in your voice–he always changes directions on you, and if you were smart, you would let him. Talking about things like this is something people who are falling in love do, and you should try to avoid that like the plague. 

You’re failing though. Failing so, so badly. 

“What will you give me if I tell you?” he teases, kissing you in what you think is an attempt to lighten the mood, nipping at your lip playfully. 

You know you must still be drunk on the magic woven earlier–it leaves your mouth before you even think. “I already give you everything, Donaka,” you admit, knowing it's true. Your body, your heart, the story of who you are... “I have nothing left.” 

Maybe it could have saved you, if he’d treated this confession flippantly. Brushed you off, made a joke, proceeded to fuck you silly on his kitchen island–but instead he pins you with one of those piercing dark looks, and you cannot breathe. 

His voice comes flat, when he starts to speak. “When I was small and my father would come home drunk and in a black mood my mother would send us next door to Mrs. Wong’s apartment to get us out of the way, so he wouldn’t be further angered by the sight of his little half-breed bastards. I remember hearing him fighting with my mother through the paper thin walls.” 

You blink up at him, taken aback by the raw truth in this confession–how could his own father be racist against his children? But then, you suppose the traumas of colonialism run deep, and they cut both ways. “Donaka…that’s horrible. I’m so sorry.” 

“Nevermind the fact that he was part Portuguese himself.” 

You can't help but study your lover’s fine features from this close, the sweep of his eyes and his high cheekbones, clocking his exceptional height, doing the genetic math that everyone must inevitably crunch when he reveals the parts of his personal equation. 

Whatever the mix that made the sum total, he certainly won the game of good-looks roulette from all parts across the globe.

“Then why…did he care so much?”

“Because he thought being tied to a gweilo woman was hurting his opportunities for advancement in his organization.” You know that gweilo is a semi-rude word for a white Westerner. “He blamed my mother for his own failings. She was beautiful. I think he felt like his attraction to her made him weak, like she’d played some kind of trick on him.”

“And what…was his organization?” Something about the way he says it…you're afraid you already have an inkling. 

“The 14k Triad.” He lets this sink in for a few moments, watching the shock and inevitable uneasiness settle upon your face. 

“Oh. That’s…wow.” You are quickly trying to put these puzzle pieces together, on this rare occasion in which he’s willing to talk about his past. 

“Everyone in the building was afraid of him. One night he was exceptionally drunk and determined to be rid of us. I think he planned to throw us off the balcony from the twelfth floor. He’d threatened to do it before. He broke into Mrs. Wong’s apartment.”

“Oh God.”

“And she fought him off with a goddamned wooden spoon.”

Your eyes go wide as saucers then fill with tears as this sinks in. Mrs. Wong is all of five feet tall, but there is a ferocity in her that you imagine could be terrifying if totally unleashed. You think of how viciously she must have fought for those two small children that night. Imagining a young Donaka, a little boy with large dark eyes watching all that take place from the sidelines…it tears your heart in two. 

She’d saved his life. And his sister’s.

“And…you have her working in your kitchen still?”

He lifts an eyebrow at you, amused that this is what you fixate on. “I take care of those who are mine, y/n. She could retire like a queen any time, but she stays because she wants to. She'll be terrorizing us from the kitchen until she’s one hundred.”

“She loves you.” You hold the side of his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb. He closes his eyes, but does not lean in to your touch, or acknowledge your statement with any verbal answer. He’s told you all these things with very little emotion, which you think says something in of itself. 

“Please tell me your mother left after that?”

“My father did. Disappeared without a trace. Mom tried to make ends meet, but in the end she had to take us back to her parents in Toronto.” 

So much for your theory about Canadians... 

“How old were you?” 

“Five.”  

Just old enough to know that what was happening was bad, but not how to make sense of it all. You imagine how scared he must have been that horrible night, and all the ones before. You don’t think he’s telling you this to garner sympathy, but your heart aches for him all the same. You stroke his cheek, tracing his jawline with the blade of your thumb. “I’m so sorry, Donaka. That’s terrible.” 

He merely lifts a single eyebrow, his eyes boring down into you like he is memorizing your every little reaction. “I got my revenge in the end.” 

Something in the way he says it sends a chill down your spine.

“How?” you ask in a hushed whisper.

He chuckles darkly. “You would want all the sordid details.” 

“If you’re offering?” 

You find you want to know everything. 

Your morbid curiosity seems to amuse him; there is a glitter in his eyes that was not there before, lightening the mood somehow.

“You’re a bloodthirsty little thing.” 

 The microwave beeps, and Donaka kisses your forehead before setting you back down on the floor, patting you on the rump as he nudges you in the direction of the food. “Some other time, bunny. Let’s eat.”

***

He watches you as you eat your wonton noodles, handling the chopsticks without too much fumbling. He does not feel like telling you after he’s revealed so much already tonight, but this is his favorite meal Mrs. Wong prepares for him. He remembers eating it in her kitchen in Macau all those years ago, and feeling safe from the chaos next door. Even now, it remains a comfort food.

He knows you are still teeming with curiosity, you nosey little thing. You keep looking up at him through your lashes with those big eyes, hoping he will tell you more about his past. 

He has never shared that story with a mistress before. Or much else of a truly personal nature. Sometimes, he would make things up for his own amusement, just to see if they would bite. 

They always did. He was a consummate liar. But for some reason, he's never done that with you. It wasn’t purposeful–but he just never wanted to.

Why did he tell you those things? Maybe he can sympathize with his father after all. He feels as though you’ve cast a spell on him, and he supposes that now since he’s spilled his guts to you, this will be your test to see if you can keep a thing to yourself, or if you will be telling Mei all about it tomorrow. If you show some restraint, maybe he will tell you more. 

It had felt surprisingly good, to reveal his true self to you, though he knows there are some things he can never tell you. 

He thinks about the course of this day with you. He’d been watching you on the cameras, moping around the house, hiding on the floor of the library. You'd become skittish as a mouse, yet with his superior intuition of the human psyche, he sensed you were a ticking time bomb, cowed, but not completely conquered.

It didn’t bring him the satisfaction he thought it would, to see you brought so low. 

He’d devised this day as a little pick-me-up for you–he hadn’t expected to get so caught up in it as well. The delicious triumph he’d felt in the restaurant, when you came back to him all on your own…it was almost better than sex, this confirmation of his power over you.

There would be talk, of course. He was connected to half the people in that restaurant through his clients and their friends and families. He had a reputation as a bachelor; they will be curious who you are, and how you can be used as leverage against him. That is the world he lives in. You have no idea of course, but today was your introduction into Hong Kong society, and he found he was fairly proud of the way you carried yourself in the dining room in your pretty dress and your new hated handbag on your wrist. 

 It amuses him, to think back on your obvious discomfort and loathing for that Birkin bag he’d put in the floorboard for you. 50,000 dollars at your feet, and you’d looked at it like he’d presented you with a dead rat. 

His other mistresses would have gobbled that up and demanded more, in the coquettish way they’d perfected to chisel more worldly goods out of their wealthy patrons. He supposed he couldn’t blame them, but it got so fucking boring after a while. 

But you are a new challenge. You are greedy too, in your way, but for less tangible things. He can thank your narcissistic mother, he thinks, for the way you crave to be liked by difficult people. Perhaps he can thank your aloof father too, for the way you desire to be loved by an older man. 

Well cheers to that, and he thinks he has you well in hand now. 

What he hadn’t expected…was how much he would enjoy your happiness. Your smiles and your sweetness and the veritable hearts in your eyes are like a newfound drug for him, and throughout the day he found himself grasping for more and more. 

He’ll have to watch himself on that. 

It wouldn't do, to become an addict. Yet since the moment you set foot in his house, he’s found himself craving more and more of you. 

Well. 

If he cannot control himself…at least, he can control you. 

Maybe you had marveled at how unfalteringly polite Donaka can be in public, but the fact is that he’d memorized the proper script for appearing human long ago. He does not know if there was always something missing in him, an inherited defect, or if it was cut from him at an early age. Either way, he’s sure the brutality of his father is much to blame. He’s learned to use it to his advantage, but he’s also learned that one must blend in, as a wolf among sheep, to do what you really please in the shadows. 

You must put them at ease, or they all panic and turn against you.

So even if today did not go exactly as planned, he tells himself you are still the soft little rabbit between his jaws. He chooses not to examine too closely, that for the first time…he might hesitate, when it comes time to bite down. 

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**My darling Canucks I love you and I am just teasing 😆😆. I’m well aware that we Americans are the evil twin…