#but she was still the one yanking him back from the edge of no return

[julesnichols]

One day (when I've slept enough to both remember enough to make all of my points and be coherent) I'll explain what I meant when I joked about Sophie being worse

[alvojake]

i need tattoo artist jungwon and reader is his client, also his ex-girlfriend

「notes」 : thank you, anon, for blessing my inbox with this beautiful request because it left me thinking of tatted jungwon for days 😵‍💫

Inked Hearts | Y.JW

「paring」 : tattoartist!exbf!jungwon x fem!reader 「word count」 : 4.9k

「synopsis」 : it has been a few months since you and jungwon had a huge fight resulting in you breaking up; though things ended poorly, you still craved his touch. then you realize that you still have a tattoo appointment with him, dreading it. you just decide to push his buttons, not fully expecting it to end with you bending over the bed.

「genre」 : smut

「warning」 : cussing, biting/marking, fingering, begging, choking, slight hair pulling, size kink, dom!jungwon x sub!reader, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), orgasm denial, edging, slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, manhandling, petnames (babydoll, baby...), the reader is a brat, clit play, teasing, rough sex, both the reader and jungwon are kinda toxic, public(ish) sex, bulge kink, lmk if I missed anything!

It had been almost a month and a half since you and Jungwon had broken up over a petty little argument that some jealous girl in the club started. All because she couldn’t get Jungwon to budge when hitting on him. So what does she do? She spills her drink all over your outfit, then gets one of her guy friends to ‘help’ clean it up. All while making sure Jungwon was watching the whole time, this guy not so discreetly put his hands all over your chest.

The whole thing resulted in Jungwon yanking you away from Mr. Handsey and blowing up right outside of the club. He didn’t give you even a chance to explain what had happened, which only pissed you off. So you ended up yelling right back at him, embarrassed and hurt that he didn’t even bother giving you a chance to explain then goes and starts shouting hurtful things right outside where prying ears could easily hear.

It was safe to say that you never returned to your shared apartment that night, or any night, really. You only showed up when he wasn’t home to gather the things you’d need to crash at a friend's house until further notice.

Everyone told you that it would all blow over, and you would be able to talk it out with him. However, you knew he was too stubborn and your pride too large for either of you to step up and apologize first. This brings you to your current situation, staying with friends and working part-time at the very club that started this whole mess.

You didn’t really want to be working in the same place that ended your four-year-long relationship, but it’s not like you had much of a choice. It helped pay bills and kept you from going hungry. Though you can’t say, you valued your job enough to not jump over the counter every time you saw the little wench that ruined everything. The only thing holding you back was sitting behind bars until someone could come and bail you out. If they did.

Jungwon was still a sore spot for you, especially when you would drive by his tattoo shop. The very shop where he gave you your very first tattoo. The same shop that you were sure he had you bent over or on top of about every surface he could. Fucking you so good you saw stars and leaving your legs shaking. It brought back memories you wished you could relive, but then you remembered everything, and you’d be damned if you were going to be the first to apologize. 

But you never received a call nor a text of any kind from him, sure that he had blocked you. Thus leading you to believe that everything was actually over and you’d never see him again.

Or so you thought…

“Son of a fucking bitch!” You exclaimed, nearly flinging yourself off of your bed, phone clutched tightly in your hand.

“Y/n language!” your current roommate, Karina, shouted from down the hall. Rolling your eyes, you threw your phone on the bed and stood on your feet. Not even two seconds later, Karina was peeking into your room, fixing her septum. “What happened, though? Anything juicy?”

You couldn’t help but give her a deadpan stare, you loved her, but her incessant need for any gossip was one thing that damn near drove you up a wall.

However, you just let it slide this time because you needed someone to rant to. “I fucking forgot that I had a tattoo appointment with Jungwon today.” You groaned, flinging yourself backward onto your bed while Karina stifled a laugh.

“Damn, babe, looks like the world is really against you.” She smirked at you, her eyes scanning your face catching the conflicted emotions that swirled in your eyes. 

Karina would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy seeing you like this; it was a taste of your own medicine, really. You were one of her closest friends, but anyone with a pair of eyes could tell that you sucked at communication and then blamed it on the other person. Was she rooting for you and Jungwon to get back together? Definitely. Was she also rooting for the possibility that Jungwon or someone would do something about the attitude you’ve had? Fuck yes. 

“Are you still going to go?” Karina asked as she looked down at her nails, making a mental note to repolish them when she had the chance.

With a sigh, you brought your hand to your forehead, rubbing the crease between your eyebrows. “I’m gonna have to. Jungwon is the only one that I know that can ace this design.” Groaning you slapped the palm of your hand against your forehead, “fuck it, I’m going, worst comes to worst I’ll just let Jay do it.”

Karina hummed, looking up at you through her lashes, watching as you hastily searched your wardrobe for a suitable outfit. She had to bite back a smirk when you pulled out a black lace bra and matching underwear. As much as you say you’re dreading running into your ex, your actions tell a whole other story.

You made it to the tattoo studio well before your appointment was meant to start; you’d rather be super early than late. 

Walking inside, you were greeted by the receptionist you’ve known since Jungwon hired her a year or so ago. Her lips were covered in a huge smile, showcasing her smiley piercing.

“Y/n, oh my god, it’s been forever! How have you been?” Belle greeted you as she stood from her seat, rushing over to engulf you in a hug.

“Hey Belle, I’ve been okay.” You patted her back softly before she moved away, her eyes shining brightly, “is Jungwon here?”

Belle’s eyebrows scrunched together, confused about your usage of Jungwon’s full name. She hadn’t been aware of the breakup, thinking that you had your own personal matters to attend to, which is why she hadn’t seen you.

“He went out to grab a few things, should be back soon.” The new voice caused your head to turn, catching sight of the tall, dark-haired male standing in the doorway, the light reflecting off of his eyebrow and lip rings. “How have you been holding up pipsqueak?” 

“Oh, you know, another day in paradise.” You shrugged, and Jay chuckled at the sarcasm dripping from your words, “And what have I said about that damn nickname?”

“And I’ve told you countless times to get used to it; it’s not goin’ anywhere.” He shrugged with a smirk, causing you to glare at him. “I’m surprised Won didn’t cancel the whole appointment; he’s been huffing and puffing about it all week.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “of course he has.” 

Jay laughed at the sour expression that had taken over your features, knowing that you weren’t much different from Jungwon with the whole ‘being the bigger person’ bit. Even if the two of you were locked in a room, he doubted you’d apologize to each other—at least not verbally.

Which is why Jay took it upon himself to clear out the studio as soon as you were back in Jungwon’s room. Giving you two the chance to ‘talk’ it out and saving everyone in the studio from the trauma of hearing it all happen. However, he needed something that he knew you’d use that would essentially set Jungwon off.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I’m free if you’d rather me do your tattoo,” he suggested, and he could see the hope gleam in your eyes. Too bad it was just a front. There was no way in hell that Jungwon would let anyone else do your tattoo, especially another guy, not with where it was placed.

“If he gives me too much hell, I might just take you up on that offer.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, unknowingly pushing your breast up.

The sound of the bell above the door caused him to avert his gaze, already knowing who had just walked in.

Jungwon walks in, and his eyes instantly fall on you before flickering over to Jay, who had been in mid-conversation with you. His face sours at the sight of you just standing there, more so when he notices the thin shirt you are wearing, as well as the skirt that sits just barely below your ass. Noticing his presence, you look over before rolling your eyes at the glare that harbored his face, already growing annoyed with his face.

You turn away, opening your mouth to talk to Jay once more. However, you are cut short when Jungwon walks in front of you, setting things down on the reception desk.

“Is your memory that bad that you forgot where my room was, or were you just waiting for an escort?” His tone was snarky as his eyes flickered over to you, eyebrow quirked up. He couldn’t help but smirk at the annoyed expression that painted your face beautifully. If there was one thing he loved almost just as much as fucking you, it was getting under your skin, riling you up.

“I do not ne-” “Hey Belle, put these in the back for me, will ya?” Jungwon just cut you off leaving you standing there looking at him with a flabbergasted look, jaw clenched tightly. 

Jay stood off to the side, watching with an amused gleam in his eyes. If he wasn’t sure, then he’s definitely sure now. It wasn’t just any normal tension between the two of you. No, it was just straight sexual tension. He then looked over at Heeseung, who had just looked up from his phone, motioning towards the door. The purple-haired male nodded before motioning to the others discreetly.

“Come on, Dory, let me show you the way since you obviously don’t remember.” Jungwon’s words struck a cord, and it took everything in you not to blow up. Your dark eyes watched Jungwon’s back as he walked into the main room, taking a deep breath deciding that he wasn’t worth the humiliation. So you waved softly at Jay before following after your ex-boyfriend.

Walking into Jungwon’s room, you could easily tell that he was annoyed, especially when he shut the door with such force that it shook the walls a bit. Rolling your eyes once more, you walked over to the counter, leaning back on it.

“You know, if you’re so pissed about doing my tattoo, I’m sure Jay would love to do it for me.” You bit back a smirk as his jaw tightened, the veins in his neck starting to pop out. A sense of pride filled your chest, knowing that you were slowly getting under his skin.

“Shut up and take your shirt off.” He hissed through gritted teeth, turning his body to face you. His eyes bore into you, making a chill go down your spine. The same stare that he would give you moments before he pinned you to the next surface and ‘taught’ you a lesson. Normally you would have thought that it would disgust you after everything, but no. It left your body burning, sure that your panties were already getting soaked.

However, you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of winning. No, he was going to have to make you.

“You know that’s not how you would talk to a client, plus the least you could do is turn around.” You sassed him, crossing your arms over your chest once more, a smirk spreading across your glossed lips.

It took Jungwon two seconds flat to move in front of you, hands against the counter, caging your body in. His warm breath fanned your face as he inched closer. Your heart lept in your chest at the sudden proximity, and your stomach did flips as his scent filled your senses.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you in less. Take it off before I tear it off.” He growled, the sound sending a wave of heat right to your core.

Keeping your composure, you stood straight, brushing your nose right against his, finger poking his chest. “Last time I checked, you said you didn’t want to see my tainted goods.”

In the blink of an eye, Jungwon had his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to elicit a whimper from you.

“The only thing ‘tainted’ about you is that damn attitude.” His voice was low as he pulled you closer to him, his lips ghosting over yours. Your eyes stared up at him, pupils blown wide, and Jungwon wasn’t stupid; he knew you were doing this to get a rise out of him. A smirk then spread across his lips, sending a shiver throughout your body, “how about you listen and lose it, or…” he closed the gap between your bodies. Your heart lurched when you felt his bulge against your stomach. “Am I gonna have to fuck it out of you like old times?” The sinister gleam in his eyes was enough to tell you what the answer was.

“Won…” You breathed out, voice hoarse from his hold. Your body was becoming uncomfortably hot, and the ache between your legs only grew as the seconds passed.

Jungwon chuckled, “Oh, so it’s Won now? Not Jungwon or asshole?” His fingers tightened a bit more, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. Then his smirk faded, and his eyes darkened, “On the bed, give me any more attitude, and you won’t be cumming, babydoll.” His grip then fell from your throat, allowing you to breathe properly.

You bit your tongue to suppress the smirk on your lips as you walked over to the bed, climbing on top. Laying back on your elbows, your legs parted just enough to give him a peek at your black underwear. 

“Are you sure you can restrain yourself? I mean, it has been a while.” Your lips quirked up as you stretched your foot out, brushing over his growing erection. Amusement gleamed in your eyes as his jaw tightened, his eyes darkening even more.

Jungwon grabbed your ankle, pulling it to his side before slotting himself between your legs. Your breath hitched in your throat as he grabbed your hip, pulling your body flush against his. Your body shivered at his touch, goosebumps littering your skin, and the arousal pooling in your panties grew even more.

“Missed my touch that much, huh?” That cocky smirk found its way back onto his lips, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, right.” You huffed, staring up at him, but Jungwon wasn’t stupid. He knew your body like the back of his hand—every little thing that made you tick, all the places that would have you like putty in his hands. He knew that you were craving him just by the look in your eyes when you walked in.

“Really?” He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours, eyes boring into yours. “Because your body is telling me otherwise.” His fingers found your clothed core, pressing down, feeling your slick soak through. Your jaw clenched shut trying to keep from letting any noises out, you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction.

“How do you know it’s for you? I mean, Jay does loo-” Before you could even finish your sentence, Jungwon had his ring-clad fingers wrapped around your throat. Squeezing hard enough to elicit a squeak from your lips, eyes staring up at him with a glare.

“Finish that sentence, I dare you.” He growled, his eyes challenging you and normally you would have just kept your mouth shut, but right now? You wanted to push his buttons until he snapped, that little voice in the back of your head telling you that you didn’t have to obey him.

He wasn’t your boyfriend anymore, after all.

Your lips curled into a smirk, eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips for a split second. “I was saying that Jay looks more than capable to fuck me stupid.”

Then, just like that switch flipped in Jungwon’s brain, his eyes darkened with a rage you’ve never seen before. His hand around your neck released its grip before he leaned back far enough to strip himself of his jacket, revealing his inked skin. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, hands itching to touch him. However, before your hands made contact with his skin, he had your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head.

Jungwon’s dick twitched in his pants as he took in how small your hands were in comparison to his. Really just how much smaller you were compared to him altogether. He loved it, loved how easy it was for him to trap you in place. Loved how easy he could maneuver your body to whatever position he wanted. He then realized just how much he missed having you pinned underneath him.

“Babydoll, we both know that no one can fuck you stupid like I can.” He chastised you before leaning down and pressing a kiss against your jaw. Your body squirmed under his, the heat making you feel lightheaded. The need for some kind of friction was almost overbearing.

Jungwon relished in the way your hips were moving against his, listening to the soft sounds that left your lips. His free hand then moved from your hip, finding your clothed clit, and pressing down harshly.

“Fuck!” You cried out, your nerves shooting shockwaves throughout your entire body. His hands were rough on your body, sending your mind reeling. “Won, wait- shit, please be gentle.” You whined out as his pace picked up, making your body jolt. Tears are already pricking at the corner of your eyes.

Jungwon chuckled darkly before he bit down on the junction of your neck, “You want gentle? Wrong fucking address.” he growled before moving your underwear to the side, sliding a finger into your tight hole with ease.

Your mouth fell agape as soundless moans fell from your lips, and your body shivered. It had been far too long since you’ve experienced anything like this, and it was turning your brain to mush.

“Look at you, I’ve barely done anything, and you’re already about to cum.” He berated you as he slipped another finger into your soaping cunt.

“Jungwon!” You cried out, nails digging into the palm of your hand. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and the knot in your stomach tightened unimaginably as his fingers brushed against your sweet spot.

Your eyes rolled back, legs twitching on either side of his hips as his fingers coaxed your climax closer. Jungwon smirked against your skin, knowing you were close to the way you were squeezing his fingers like a vice. Your moans of his name were music to his ears, though what he wanted was for your ability to make coherent sentences completely useless.

Just as your high was about to crash over you, Jungwon pulled his soaked fingers from your pulsating pussy, making a loud whine fall from your parted lips.

“Fuck! You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?” You cried out, meeting his eyes as he pulled away from your neck.

“You didn’t think I’d let you cum that easy, did you?” He smirked, keeping his eyes on yours as he stuck his drenched digits in his mouth. You whined, wiggling under his grip as frustration bubbled up in your chest. “Be a good girl and beg, then I might let you cum.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, eyes glaring up at him. “In your dreams, pretty boy.” You spit out, jaw clenched tightly. Eyes watched as he just shook his head, a sinister smile on his lips.

“Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be begging for me by the time I’m through with you.” His fingers then slipped back into your slick cunt, his pace relentless. You bit down on your lip, trying to keep your noise down while he worked his slender fingers into you.

The pattern continued for what felt like hours. Jungwon would work you close to your climax before ripping it away. Tears were spilling from your eyes, smearing your makeup from the frustration of not being able to cum.

You had lost count of how many times he’d denied you, but you knew that you could only handle so much more. The underwear you had been wearing had been tossed off in the room somewhere, leaving your arousal to pool on the bed beneath you.

The skin of your neck and chest had been painted in deep red and purple blotches as well as bite marks. Your pupils were blown wide as you stared up at him. Your walls clenched around his fingers once again as another orgasm built up in your gut.

“Won-” You were cut off by a choked moan as he denied you yet another orgasm; sobs racked your lungs as you wiggled under his hold. 

“Awww, is my poor baby getting frustrated?” He smirked, eyes studying your expressions as he slid his fingers back into your puffy cunt. His pace was quick, making sure he added extra pressure to your sweet spot, knowing that you would fold sooner rather than later.

As another orgasm built up, your eyes rolled back, and your will was slowly diminishing. Your chest was tight as you anticipated him to stop once again.

And he did.

You cried out, pleading with him with your eyes, but he wanted to hear you. You knew that you were going to have to swallow your pride if you were going to get what you wanted.

A gasp fell from your lips as he pressed against your clit, moving in tight circles. Your head fell back as you tried to form a coherent sentence.

“Won- fuck, please don’t stop. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You panted, eyes meeting his darker ones.

He leaned down, kissing the corner of your lips before trailing to your ear as he sunk his fingers back into you. "See, that wasn’t so hard, was it, baby?”

Pleas and whines fell from your lips as he continued to work into your core, tears blurring your vision. Hoping that he wouldn’t stop this time, that he would actually give you what you wanted.

But just like before he pulled away just as it was about to crash over you.

Before you could even whine about it, he let go of your hands, pulling your body off of the bed, flipping you over before bending you over. A choked moan fell from your lips when he landed a harsh smack on your ass before rubbing the red spot.

“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you cum babydoll.” He smirked, hands tracing up your thighs and under the skirt you were still wearing. His thumb pressed against your slit, watching as you clenched around it.

“Wonnie, please fuck me already.” You whined head turned to look back at him. Eyes glazed over with lust, the only thing on your mind was having him fucking you so good that you saw stars.

He unzipped his pants before tugging them down, letting his dick spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight, hips subconsciously wiggling in anticipation. He chuckled darkly before pumping himself a few times, then grabbing your hip in his other hand. He teased your entrance with his tip until you were a whining, begging mess.

“Well, if you want it so bad, then you better start taking it.” Without another word, he bottomed out in one go, causing a pitiful squeak to leave your lips.

“W-Won-” Your words caught in your throat as he started thrusting into you at a bruising pace, not giving you a chance to adjust. His hand gripped your hips so tightly that you were sure there would be bruises by the next day.

Another choke moan spilled from your lips as one of his hands snaked around your waist, fingers finding your sensitive clit. He circled the bundle of nerves harshly in time with his thrust causing your body to jolt and a cry to fall from your lips.

You buried your face into the hard cushions of the bed, hoping to muffle some of your noises, suddenly becoming acutely aware of where you were. You prayed that no one could hear anything that was going on right now. However, Jungwon didn’t care who heard. Actually, he did care because he wanted everyone to know who you belonged to, especially Jay. 

He grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your body up, your back flush against his chest as he continued to plow into you. Your moans grow louder as the position changes.

“Feels good, huh, babydoll?” He chuckled as his hand snaked around your hips, pressing down on the small bulge in your lower stomach. A choked cry fell from your lips as he pressed down, making you feel him even more, “You really wanna tell me that Jay can fuck you just as good as I can? Hmm?” 

You shook your head frantically, knowing that no one would be able to get you like this but him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Jungwon!” You screamed out the worry of other people hearing completely gone from your mind.

He continued to pound into your abused pussy, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. The pressure of his hand on your stomach was making your mind fuzz as moans and whines of his name fell from your lips.

“Gonna cum already baby?” He growled in your ear as he snapped his hips into yours, hitting spots that only he had claimed for himself. His grip tightened on your waist as he angled his hip a bit more.

“Holy shit!” You cursed loudly, your eyes rolling back as he hit your sweet spot dead on. Your mouth fell open as your head lolled back, drool spilling from the corner of your lips.

A high-pitched squeak left your mouth when he brought his hand from your stomach to your clit, rubbing harshly. All of the pleasure and your impending orgasm were causing your legs to start shaking and your mind to go blank.

“That’s it, babydoll, give it to me. Make a mess on my cock” Jungwon knew you were close, switching his position once more until you were crying over his dick, moments away from your orgasm. He pressed wet and hot kisses along your exposed neck before biting down in time with his fingers on your clit.

Silent moans fell from your lips, and your vision turned white as your orgasm tore through your body. Jungwon groaned into your skin as you clenched down tightly on him, but his pace didn’t slow, easily throwing you into overstimulation.

“W-Won- fuck!” Your whole body was trembling as continuous waves of pleasure washed through your body.

“Fuck. I’m almost there; just hold on.” His harsh and gruff tone had switched to soft and borderline whines, causing your mind to almost combust.

His once harsh pace was starting to become sloppy, erratic, and uneven, a telltale sign that he was close. His hips still snapped into yours harshly, which was bringing you closer to another orgasm. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You whine out, nails digging into Jungwon’s forearms, trying to ground yourself as another climax washes over you, nearly taking your breath away. Tears were spilling from the corner of your eyes, falling down and drenching Jungwon’s shirt under your head.

“Fuck, I’m cumming. You’re gonna take all of it, babydoll, got it?” He growled in your ear but didn’t give you a chance to respond before he was pumping his load into your womb.

His hips jerk a few more times, fucking his cum back into you before falling to a complete stop.

Heavy breathing filled the room as you both stood there, trying to catch your breath. Jungwon pressed soft kisses over the swollen spots on your skin where he had bit down. Coaxing you back down from your high, fingers drawing shapes on your hips.

“Won…” You breathed out, blinking your eyes a few times to clear the tears before glancing up at him.

“There she is.” He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. The feeling made your heart flutter—you had missed this, you had missed him. 

Then everything came flooding back, the hurt following. Swallowing thickly, you pulled yourself away from him before searching for your underwear with shaky legs.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Jungwon asked, fixing himself before making his way towards you.

“This shouldn’t have happened, we’re not together anymore.” You told him, your eyes looking everywhere but him.

Jungwon could hear the hurt in your tone, and he knew you were right about the not being together part, at least. However, he wasn’t about to let you walk away from him again no matter how upset he was then, he knew now.

“Baby…” His hands found your waist, pulling you into his chest, causing your heart to lurch. 

“Jungwon, let me-” “No, please listen to me. I’m sorry I was such a dickhead.” He breathed out, arms wrapping around your smaller frame, “I should have let you explain but instead I just let her words cloud my mind and I know that’s not any excuse, but I’m sorry I truly am.” His words sunk into your skin, and tears brimmed in your eyes once more. “Let me make it up to you. Give me a chance, please baby.”

You inhaled shakily before turning your head to look back at him, “Fine, but only if we go to that one restaurant I like.”

Jungwon couldn’t help but chuckle before peppering kisses all over your face, “Whatever you want, baby.”

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[astrophileous]

Hmmmmm for Hotch maybe him lowkey coddling reader when she gets hurt shortly during a case shortly after they start dating? Maybe the team wasn’t aware until they saw him fret this much when he had never done it to this level in the past? 🥹

Thanks for the request babes!! My first Aaron fic ever, so hopefully it's not too bad for a first 🥺 I hope this is to your liking ❤️

Warning(s): gn!reader, established relationship, talks of traffic accident, mentions of injuries, protective hotch, mean words (hotch is just worried abt you ok??)

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

You heard him before you even laid eyes upon him.

Amidst the beeping machines and the moderate ruckus of the emergency room, Aaron's voice penetrated the air like a sword. The authority dripped like lava from his tone as he badgered Derek for your whereabouts, and before you could shuffle out of the hospital bed that had been your safe haven for the past hour, the cubical curtain surrounding you was suddenly yanked open.

Your movements ceased once you locked eyes with a frowning Aaron Hotchner.

"Hey—"

"Are you insane?"

You looked at him dumbfoundedly.

"Do you have a death wish? Is that it? Or are you just stupid?"

A few feet behind him, you could see Derek and Emily exchanging silent looks between the two of them. Everyone knew that Aaron was notorious for being frigid, and he had a strong impartiality when it came to any of his team members doing something impetuous on the field, but the words seeping out of Aaron's mouth at that moment sounded overtly harsh to those who knew him.

"Hotch—" Derek took a step forward, trying to come to your defense, "—it's not (Y/N)'s fault."

"I'm not talking to you." Aaron's response was cutting and final. It baffled Derek enough for him to trace his step back.

"What's wrong with you?" you asked once the shock dissipated, returning your voice to its rightful owner once more. "Why are you being like this?"

"Me? You're asking me? I should be the one asking you."

Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "We were chasing the UnSub—"

"You went rogue," he cut you off. "Morgan told me everything. There's no point in denying it."

Derek raised his arms in surrender when your stare of betrayal slid his way. "Fine. I'm sorry I grabbed a random civilian's bike and crashed it against the UnSub's car. You don't have to worry about paying anything back, I'll figure something out."

"Is that what you think this is about?" Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. "I could care less about monetary compensations. We can deal with that later. You could've been killed, don't you understand?"

It was his last admission that finally made the pieces in your head click into place. Beneath the anger inside Aaron's words was actually a hidden anxiety ready to break free. He was worried about you, even if he was showing it in the least hospitable way possible.

Your relationship with Aaron was young; green around the edges and blooming every single day like tulips in spring. Nobody else in the world knew about it yet, and the two of you wanted to keep it that way. At least, that was what you agreed upon after having that lengthy discussion following your first official date.

And yet, none of that mattered when your fingers opted to reach out for Aaron's hand. You pretended not to notice the gasp that Emily let out as you urged your boyfriend to look into your eyes.

"I know you're worried, but I'm fine. I'm right here with you, and I'm okay." Aaron's shoulders physically collapsed at your reassurance. Every other noise in the hospital seemed to drown out in the aftermath. "The doctor's gonna clear me in no time, trust me."

"It still doesn't erase the fact that what you did was reckless." Aaron stepped closer towards the bed, overcrowding your senses as his thumb swept over your left eyebrow, just below the wound you had obtained from the crash. "Does it hurt?"

You shook your head no. The injury to your head was relatively minor. Your arm, on the other hand, was sustaining a quite sizable gash from your collision with the car.

Aaron's eyes followed your gaze that had meandered towards the gauze covering your arm. "How many stitches?"

Reluctantly, you answered, "Seven."

You heard his sharp breath before he turned around to face Derek. "Where's the UnSub now?"

Derek jerked his head to the right, where you reckoned the UnSub was being treated for their own injuries from the crash. The words of protest died in your throat as Aaron began to saunter to the other end of the ER with Derek hot on his heels.

With the two men's departure, Emily was the only one who remained.

"So—" she smiled knowingly, leaning against the foot of your bed, "—you and Hotch? When did that happen?"

You slammed your head back on the pillow, muffling your groan with your uninjured arm. "Shut up."

[yyuangss]

DAY OFF ( JING YUAN )

summary ! the general is finally given a day off and he knows how he wants to spend it.

tags ! jing yuan x fem!reader, fluff

word count ! 936 words

note: i’ve been in a jing yuan mood recently so i decided to write a drabble for him 😳👍

You carefully close the large door behind you, using the heel of your foot. You were greeted by the white lion that began circling you, inspecting to see what you’d brought home. Mimi began sniffing the bottom of the bag in your arms. You were expecting to see your husband after sending him a message you would return soon.

Well, it is his day off. So you don’t blame him if he wants to detach himself from the Lufou for a day. You wonder where he’s at since he’s nowhere in sight. Instead, Mimi places her paws on you, giving you a small shove. You hold onto the bag of groceries in your arms tighter, carefully regaining your balance again.

“Okay okay!” You narrow your eyes at the lion. You kick off your shoes and make your way towards the kitchen. She is right behind you, nudging you even more to hurry. Mimi must have smelled the treat you bought her. You place the bag on the table and begin rummaging around to find Mimi’s treat. “If I give this to you, will you tell me where Jing Yuan is?” You hold the treat up to the lion’s mouth which she wastes no time in gobbling up.

She turns around while waving her tail, signaling you to follow her. Mimi leads you to your shared bedroom with Jing Yuan. The door was left with a small opening and Mimi pushed it open with her head. You give her a small pat on her back when you see Jing Yuan laying in bed. His bare back is facing in the direction of the door.

You make your way over, cautious to not wake him up if he is asleep. You sit on the edge of the bed and crane your neck to see his face. Jing Yuan peacefully slept on the bed, his long white hair fanned out around him. You smile, glad that he’s getting the rest he deserves. Being the general brings a lot of stress on him. Stress he’ll never openly admit he has.

You press a kiss to his bare shoulder before getting back up. You see Mimi has already curled on the floor next to the bed. She’s also dozing off to take her daily nap. Jing Yuan is definitely her owner. You decided to head back to the kitchen and put up the groceries you bought. That is until you hear someone clearing their throat behind you.

Checking over your shoulder, you see Jing Yuan had turned the other way. You stare at him in silence before he pops one of his eyes open, shutting it right after. A chuckle escapes your lips when he does it again. Aware of what he wants, you place your hands on the mattress and lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Unexpectedly, Jing Yuan’s arms wrap around your body and yanks you into bed with him. You let out a help which caused him to laugh. He rolled on his back so you laid on his chest. He smiled at you and you saw in his golden eyes that he was still tired.

“You didn’t wake me up.” Jing Yuan reached up, caressing your face. “We could have gone to the market together.” You try to detach yourself from him but it only makes him hold you tighter.

“You were still asleep. Besides, it’s your day off.” You responded, “I didn’t want to bother you especially when you need the rest.” He hums, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“How thoughtful of you, my dear.” Jing Yuan lays you down next to him, one arm wrapped around your waist. “But spending my day off with you is all I’d ever want. And here I was all excited.” He sighs, wiping away a fake tear. You gently hit his arm and he smirks.

As you try to get up for a second time, Jing Yuan grabs your wrist.

“Come lay down with me.” He says, sitting on the bed halfway. You raise a brow at him. “We can worry about everything else later.”

“Jing Yuan, you just woke up.” You say, “How can you want to go right back to sleep?” All he does is shrug and place his hand over your side of the bed, inviting you to lay next to him. It’s even early in the morning.

He starts to give you puppy eyes and slightly pouts. You exhale, shaking your head.

“Alright alright. Let me put away the—” Once again, he pulls you into bed with him. This time he cuddles you, hiding his face into your neck. “You didn’t let me finish!” You swat his back as he rolls both of you over. Jing Yuan now lays on top of you, eyes shut.

“We can worry about that later.” Jing Yuan mumbles. There is no fighting with his man. You bring your arms around him, running your hand through his hair. You’re surprised to know he is knocked out in a matter of seconds. You find yourself dozing off as well.

The bed dips on the left and you watch as Mimi nuzzles her head on Jing Yuan’s back. She rests her head on him, going to sleep with much ease too. With the company of your husband and Mimi, you are lulled to sleep.

The general’s favorite ways to spend his days off are with his wife. It doesn’t matter if he’s helping her in her chores or sleeping the hard hours worked off. As long as you’re included, Jing Yuan will always love his days off.

[linos-luna]

Odd Fantasy ❣️

Yeonjun x Reader

Warnings: roleplay? CNC, rough sex, spanking, hair pulling, HARD KINK ?

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It’s a slow boring Sunday and you found yourself doing laundry. While waiting, you sat in the living room with your boyfriend. He was supposed to be watching tv but was more interested in what you were inquiring about. Something you read about online.

“It’s really not that weird.” Yeonjun said with a chuckle.

“It just seems like a weird thing to get pleasure from.”

“Well it’s roleplay, baby.” He said with a shrug. “It’s in a controlled environment and admittedly… kinda sexy.”

“Sexy?” You said, quite baffled as you got up to get the laundry. “Not sure about that.”

“What, you don’t find it sexy?” Yeonjun smirked while grabbing your waist from behind and getting close to your ear. “Just a helpless girl… home alone… when a man swoops in and shows you who’s boss…”

“N-no…” you chuckled nervously. “Not sure I like pretending to be robbed.”

“Yeah? But it’d be agreed upon beforehand. It’d be safe.” Yeonjun said while rubbing his hand up your thigh. “Just imagine…”

You blushed at the feeling, whimpering a bit as he got closer to the crotch of your pants.

“…Just a helpless girl… minding her business when someone comes in… bends her over… and fucks her good…” he smirked while rubbing your sensitive area. “… but she loves it… because she’s never felt so good…”

“M-mhm…” you stuttered before he suddenly let go, making you whine a little.

“But of course, it’s not for everyone.” He teased. “Not everyone is kinky like that. Now go get the laundry, sweetheart.”

You paused and blinked momentarily, completely forgetting about the laundry. “Y-yeah… let me go get that…” you said awkwardly before stepping out.

You thought about what he said while going to the laundry room of your apartment complex. After getting the clothes and returning to the apartment, you put them on the bed. As you were about to fold them, you realized you hadn't seen your boyfriend since you got back.

“Yeonjun…?” You called out while walking back to the living room to look for him. After a bit of searching you went back to the bedroom.

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you and before you could react, you were grabbed. Pressed against a chest and a hand on your mouth. In a panic, you struggled but it was useless as he was strong.

“Hi darling, I’ve been waiting for you.” The voice said. It was Yeonjun. “Hold still.”

You groaned a bit, trying to say something but his grip was tight. You then tried moving, only for him to sternly jerk you.

“I said hold still!” He said sternly.

You whined and tried moving again, only for him to pull your hair.

“When I say hold still, you hold still!”

Your heart was racing from his stern tone, he’s never spoken to you like that before. It made you freeze but also… excited?

“Good girl…” he smirked while pushing you to the bed, bending you over the edge and yanking your pants down.

“J-Junnie??!”

“Shut up!” A suddenly spank to your ass shut you up really quick, only making you whimper.

“Jun—!”

“Shut up!” He repeated, now pulling down your underwear and lowering his pants and boxers while pinning your hands against your back with one hand.

“You’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, yeah?” He grunted while entering your cunt, surprised that it was already very wet.

“M-mmhm—”

He spanks you harshly and you cry out.

“Yes!”

Yeonjun was pretty satisfied and harshly thrusted, giving no time for adjustment.

“F-fuck! Yeonjun!” You moaned loudly as he mercilessly railed you into the bed. “F-fuck fuck fuck!”

“Taking me well…” he grunts. “You like it, huh?”

It was hard to respond as your mind went to mush. His hips thrusted so hard that the bed would move and sound of skin slapping echoed off the walls. He hit that bundle of nerves over and over, making you lose it. But he wasn’t lying; you loved it.

“Agh—! Fuck—! Jun—!” You moaned louder as he continued pounding you.

The feeling was so exhilarating. You were aroused by his words and enjoyed how rough he was. It opened a new feeling you never thought you could feel from a moment like this.

“Dirty girl… you love this shit!” He laughed deviously as he felt you squeeze around him, getting closer to your high.

Your eyes rolled back as you finally released. Before you could relax, Yeonjun pulled out and flipped you over.

He pumped his length a few times before releasing on your stomach, then putting his hands to your neck, choking you lightly.

“You like that, baby?” He panted, getting close to your face as his cock rubbed against your sensitive cunt. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“J-junnie—!” You whined as his cock was overstimulating you. The lightheadedness from his grip also felt euphoric. “F-fuck…” you panted, sounding almost as if you were giggling a bit from the high.

“Mmhm?” He smirked while giving sloppy, open mouth kisses to your parted lips. “More? You want more, right dirty girl?”

You couldn’t respond, only holding his wrist and gasping to catch your breath as he continued choking you. He only let go when it seemed you were on the verge of passing out.

You gasped when he let go, trying to get your vision to focus on him.

A complete 180 from his rough demeanor just a minute ago, Yeonjun leaned over you and gently rubbed your cheek.

“Did you like that, babygirl?” He asked while kissing your forehead. “Did I please you~?”

“Mmhm.” You responded, still sounding high.

“Would you like it again sometime?” He asked softly.”

You only nodded, still lost in pleasure. Yeonjun thought you were adorable and kissed at your neck, hoping to leave some marks behind. You closed your eyes while feeling his soft plump lips against your neck. It felt heavenly…

[carlsdarling]

HEAR ME OUT (up to you!!)

Part 4 to no mercy where they had the baby and they can actually resume to being rough and negan is just being an overprotective grandpa😭😭

No Mercy Part IV

Carl and Y/N have their son and are finally back to enjoying rough sex after a jealousy drama with Enid. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, slightly violent sex (consensual)

After your and Carl's son Jamie was born, you had moved out of Rick and Michonne's household and had been assigned your own house in Alexandria. By now Jamie was three months old and you and Carl still hadn't resumed your sex life; mostly you were too tired because of the baby, you were still breastfeeding, plus you were still showing your pregnancy and that affected you because you were unsure if Carl would still find your naked body attractive. There were veins on your legs that hadn't been there before, and your stomach was softer and less firm than before, and milk came out of your breasts at the slightest touch.

Carl was on guard duty and you were taking care of Jamie and tidying the house. You decided to do some laundry.

You froze as you emptied the laundry basket from the bathroom. There was something red dangling from the pocket of one of Carl's jeans. You pulled it out and frowned at it: it was a thong, and it wasn't yours. Jealousy seized you painfully, because you immediately had a hunch who the owner of the panties was: Enid. The thong had a golden butterfly embroidered on the top edge, and you had seen it often enough over the hem of Enid's jeans.

Enid had also made no secret of how angry she was that Carl had ended the relationship with her after you returned to Alexandria and revealed to Carl that you were pregnant by him. She didn't respect Carl's relationship with you and took every opportunity to try to sabotage you. She kept stalking Carl somewhere and trying to change his mind; to get him to leave you and get back together with her. There had already been several bitter arguments between you and Carl about this. Carl swore he was no longer interested in Enid, but Enid just wouldn't give up, and apparently she had succeeded. It hurt so much.

You stifled your tears and quickly stuffed the panties into your own pants pocket as you heard footsteps approaching the bathroom, then your father Negan appeared in the doorway. Ever since Jamie was born, Negan had been paying you regular visits - much to Rick's annoyance. But Negan was completely in love with his grandson. Even now, he carried Jamie in his arms. "Jamie can already turn himself around," he announced proudly, as if this was his achievement. "He'll be a leader one day. He'll be just like me."

You preferred not to comment on it - firstly, Negan wasn't going to change his mind anyway, and secondly, you had other things on your mind. Your father seemed to pick up on your bad mood, and he looked at you inquiringly, asking what was wrong.

"Nothing, I'm just tired," you mumbled and gathered up the dirty laundry to put it in the washing machine. On your way to the basement, you saw a silhouette on the porch, you pulled back the curtains on the front door and recognized Enid, so you dropped the laundry to yank the door open. "What do you want?" you asked rudely. You would have liked to scratch her eyes out, but it wasn't her who had betrayed you, it was Carl.

Enid tilted her head and smiled sweetly. "Is Carl here?"

"No," you replied dismissively. "He's on guard duty."

"Oh, it's just... He left this at my place recently." With an innocent face, Enid handed you one of Carl's boxers.

There were a few telltale stains on the light blue fabric. Your face turned red with anger and pain. Carl hadn't had these underwear for long, so he couldn't have forgotten them during his relationship with Enid. And then there were the red undies in his pocket! The evidence was clear. Enid was obviously hoping for a reaction from you, but you didn't want to give her the satisfaction, so you grabbed the boxers and slammed the door in Enid's face. Now you couldn't stop hot tears from running down your cheeks.

Negan heard you crying. "Tell me what's going on, Y/N," he demanded angrily. "What did that girl want?" Then he spotted the boxers in your hand and put one and one together. "Are these Carl's?" he asked sharply, reaching for them. You nodded. Negan's expression darkened menacingly as he eyed the stains on the fabric. "So Carl's cheating on you. That little bastard; I'm going to kill him," he threatened.

"No, do not get involved," you ordered brusquely. "Please take the baby carriage and go for a long walk with Jamie." Carl would be home soon and you wanted to talk to him alone - even if there wasn't really anything more to discuss.

When Carl entered the house a little later, sweaty, dirty and exhausted, you were waiting for him with teary eyes and arms folded across your chest. When he tried to hug you to say hello, you pushed him away. "What's wrong?" he asked, puzzled.

"You're the one asking?" you shouted at him and threw the red thong and his stained boxer shorts to his feet. "You're cheating on me! You are a liar and a cheater!"

Carl looked completely taken aback. "What?" he asked confused and bent down to grab the underwear. He held up the red slip. "I've never seen this before," he said, confused. "What does that mean?"

"Oh, don't play dumb, Carl! You're cheating on me with Enid!" you accused him. "These are Enid's panties, and they were in the pocket of one of your jeans!"

"But that isn't possible," Carl claimed, ruffling his hair. "I swear I've never seen those panties before and I'm not cheating on you!"

"Oh yeah? And why did Enid just come by and bring your boxers that you left at her place after you fucked her? Those are yours, aren't they?" You pointed your finger accusingly at the boxers.

Carl picked it up and inspected it. "Yes, it is," he admitted. "But I don't know how Enid got hold of them, I..."

"Stop lying to me!" you shouted. "Enid had your underwear! And there are cum stains on them! The case is very clear!"

Carl turned red with embarrassment. "I can explain about the stains," he mumbled ashamedly. "It's... the thing is, we haven't had sex since Jamie was born, and... and I... I still have needs, and that's why..."

"That's why you fucked your ex," you said coldly. "Great, Carl."

"No!" protested Carl outraged. "Why won't you let me speak? I wanted to say that... well, I have no choice but to pleasure myself at the moment. I was on guard duty alone recently and... well... I thought of you, and then I... and I didn't have a tissue to clean myself afterwards, and that's where the stains in my underwear come from." With bright red cheeks, Carl looked down at his feet.

"Bullshit!" you snarled. "None of this explains how Enid got hold of your underwear."

"But I don't know that either," Carl tried to defend himself. "Any more than I can explain Enid's panties being in my pocket! All I know is that I tossed both the jeans and the boxers in our laundry basket! Last week already!"

"I don't believe you," you cried.

Carl held out his hands to you, looking desperate. "Please, Y/N, I love you, I would never cheat," he pleaded. "Enid's just jealous, she orchestrated this somehow."

The doorbell rang. "We'll continue talking in a minute," Carl promised and opened the door.

Michonne stood on the threshold. She looked suspiciously from one to the other. "What's going on here? Are you two fighting?" Carl sighed and gave a censored version of events. He left out the part about the stains in his underwear. Michonne frowned. "That's strange," she mused, "because a few days ago, on Monday, I saw Enid come out of your house. From the back door, to be precise. You weren't home, and when I asked her what she was doing in your house, she looked caught off guard and claimed she'd just wanted to return some comics to Carl."

"But I hadn't lent her any comics, and there weren't any comics there either," Carl said immediately. "Enid must have gone into our bathroom to steal my underwear and put her panties in my pocket," he stated angrily. "She wants to break Y/N and me up. That bitch!"

"I want to hear it from Enid herself," you insisted. But on the day in question, you had been home before Carl, and you hadn't actually noticed any comics anywhere.

"Let's go to her and confront her," Michonne suggested. "I can confirm that she was in your house."

The three of you went to Enid's house. Enid grinned gleefully at first when she saw your tear-stained face, but when she spotted Michonne, she suddenly looked panicked. Michonne spoke up. "So, Enid, spill the beans," Michonne said angrily. "What were you really doing at Y/N's and Carl's house a few days ago?"

"I...it was like I said...the comics..." stuttered Enid.

"That's a lie," Carl cut her off, upset. "I didn't lend you any comics."

"Yes, you did," Enid contradicted stubbornly. "You just don't remember."

" Oh really? What comics were they, and where did you put them?" Michonne questioned.

"I... I..." stammered Enid. "On the stairs," she then said.

"But I was home before Carl on Monday, and there were definitely no comics on the stairs," you replied.

"Then... then I put them somewhere else, I can't remember exactly..." Enid squirmed.

"Just admit that you wanted to cause trouble between Carl and Y/N," Michonne demanded angrily. "You could have given the comics back to Carl at any time without going to his house, that's a lie, Enid. I'll tell you what you actually did. You rummaged around in their laundry basket and put your panties in Carl's jeans pocket, and you stole one of his boxers. All to pretend that Carl was sleeping with you and cheating on Y/N. That is so vile, Enid. They have a kid together. Don't make it worse, admit it."

Enid blushed crimson and clenched her fists. "All right, yes, that's how it was!" she hissed, "But it's not fair! Carl should be with me, not her! He just ditched me when Y/N came back and announced she was pregnant! Even though she left Carl without a word!"

"That's not true," you said furiously. "I was sent back to my dad all of a sudden! I didn't even get to say goodbye to Carl! I didn't want to go, I didn't leave him voluntarily!"

Enid didn't respond. "And who knows if your brat is even Carl's? Probably not! You foisted it on him! I'm sure you've fucked several guys!"

Carl stepped forward, his teeth clenched. "That's enough now, Enid," he growled. "You apologize to Y/N right now!"

"'Forget it, I only had your best interests at heart, Carl. She's not good enough for you," Enid raged, slamming the door, but you didn't care if she apologized or not anyway - it had been proven that Carl hadn't been unfaithful to you, and you didn't care about anything else.

You and Carl returned home. Negan was still out with Jamie. As soon as you closed the door behind you and realized the two of you were alone, Carl grabbed you roughly by the wrist, kicked off his shoes and dragged you up the stairs to your shared bedroom, where he pushed you onto the bed and began to undress. "Carl!" you protested, "What..."

"Shut up," he said impatiently. "I want you now." He carelessly tossed his flannel and shirt aside and undid his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down and off, along with his boxer shorts. His cock sprang free, hard as a rock and the tip glistening with precum, veins protruding. The sight and scent of it made you tingle with excitement.

You tried to get up from the bed, but Carl immediately pushed you back and pressed you into the pillows, hastily fumbling with your clothes. "Carl, I'm sure my dad will be right back with Jamie, and I really don't feel like it, it's too soon, I'm still breastfeeding, and..."

Carl leaned forward and bit lightly into your neck, then sucked hard and left a hickey. "I don't care," he murmured, his voice hoarse with excitement. "It's been months since I've been able to fuck you. I can't take it anymore. And I don't care if your body has changed. I miss you, Y/N." He tugged at your clothes, dropping them on the floor beside the bed and ripping your lacy panties in his hurry; he held your wrists together above your head with his left hand and spread your thighs with his right. Carl was so needy that he wasted no time with foreplay, he slid his glans over your clit and the opening of your pussy a few times, then pushed his hard shaft into you, moaning.

You let out a soft cry of pain as Carl's dick suddenly stretched your walls, you weren't used to his size anymore and you weren't ready at all, but at the same time, it felt so amazing. It was so intense to finally be intimate with Carl again.

Carl forced himself to wait a moment for you to relax, then he let go of your wrist and began to thrust hard and fast. "There you go," he gasped. "You're getting wet."

You promptly slapped him across the face. "How dare you just fuck me?" you hissed.

Carl grabbed your throat and gave it a quick squeeze that made you black out for a few seconds. "'Slap me again and I'll turn you on your stomach and take you from behind so you won't be able to walk for days," he whispered. "I'll fuck you whenever, however and whereever I want. Remember? Got it?"

Excited to the extreme, you caught your breath as Carl took his hand off your neck; it was true, you were reacting to him as you always had: With every second he was inside you, the wetness between your legs increased. You began to whimper and moan, digging your fingernails into Carl's back. "Oh my god, Carl. You're so good." You put a hand on his firm butt, feeling the motion of his muscles as he thrusted into you.

Carl propped himself up on his elbows and pulled out of you for a moment. He licked off the milk that had leaked from your breasts and sucked and nibbled a little on your nipples. His cock was dripping wet with the fluid from your pussy, even his pubic hair and the area up to his belly button were wet and slippery. "Look how horny you are for me, Y/N," Carl whispered, grinning naughtily.

"Put it back in," you moaned, writhing on the bed. "Please, Carl."

Carl did you the favor, penetrated you again and increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts. Your pussy was on fire, throbbing, you wrapped your legs around Carl's hips, only now realizing how much you had missed having sex with Carl. The room was filled with both of you moaning, sighing and the wet sounds your bodies were making.

"Cum with me," Carl gasped; pounding even faster, unable to hold back any longer. The orgasm swept over you like a hot tsunami, you screamed out, arched your back and buried your teeth into Carl's left shoulder as your muscles spasmed. Carl shot his load into you, collapsing on top of you, quivering with arousal and exertion. You both were totally breathless, Carl's heart beating hard right next to yours. His weight pressed you deep into the mattress, and you languidly stroked his back. You both enjoyed the afterglow, you kissed and looked deep into each other's eyes. "I love you," Carl whispered. "Only you, Y/N. Just you and me, no one else."

"I love you too, Carl." You feathered kisses on his neck and on the red teeth marks you'd left on his shoulder.

After a while, Carl lay down next to you and you snuggled together under the covers, exhausted, sweaty and happy. "Y/N? Are you home?" you suddenly heard Negan's voice. Before you could react, he appeared in the bedroom entrance and stared perplexed at the scene before him - you and Carl in bed in the middle of the day, the smell of sex in the air and your clothes scattered all over the floor. Negan cleared his throat sheepishly. "I'm... glad to see that things seem to have gotten sorted out between you," he mumbled, rubbing his chin, preferring to retreat to the living room.

Carl looked at you mischievously and you both burst out laughing.

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Tags: @knochentrocken0808 @taylormarieee @xxcarlswifexx @tessasweet @richardsamboramylove55

(Sorry that this took so long. I was simply never completely content with the fic)

[megistusdiary]

Omg your Tighnari x reader x Cyno fic was everything I could have ever wanted. Would it be too greedy of it to want a sequel or even just another scenario? 👉👈

it has been a while since i wrote that fic omg but yes. it also got put under a community label which makes me like >:( but ok.

let's do a little bit of a different scenario for this one teehee. this one will have male/male content, so if you're not down with that, keep scrolling 👍

we go right into the smut with this so it's just that lol

warnings: dom!cyno, sub brat!tighnari, and switch!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

bj, penetration (male/male), face riding/cunnilingus, manhandling, riding, cyno is under yall but he is still domming 😇, tighnari is a little brat here

cyno's hands rested firmly on tighnari's hips, holding his back to cyno's chest as he squirmed. you were sat on tighnari's lap, lips pressed to his neck.

your fingers were occupied with tracing over his bare chest, stopping to tease over his nipples as tighnari whined.

his back arched up slightly when your hands ventured lower, skimming your nails lightly over his abdomen.

"please.." tighnari huffed, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned back against cyno. "it's not fair."

you glanced up at cyno, shivering when you realized he was already looking at you with a half-lidded gaze. your hands paused, tilting your head and awaiting his orders.

"keep going." he nodded as you returned to your work, leaning down and sliding off of tighnari's lap. he finally looked down at you, ears twitching as your hands moved to spread his thighs.

you placed a small kiss to his tip, feeling the slick slide across your lips as you smiled up at him.

"come on, please! i already said please!" tighnari snapped, gasping softly when cyno pulled at the base of his tail gently.

"behave." he warned tighnari. "be a good boy."

tighnari grumbled to himself, but made no further remarks as he waited for you to continue.

you trailed your lips over the entirety of his dick before finally opening your lips and letting the head slide over your tongue.

"archons-" tighnari's lips parted as you slowly slid down over him, laving your tongue across the heated skin.

cyno moved a hand to smooth over tighnari's hair, caressing his ears as the man let out little whines, shifting over cyno's lap as you bobbed your head up and down.

tighnari felt himself growing close, and you could tell by the way he twitched in your mouth. you wanted to tip him over the edge, though your plans were foiled when cyno reached over to press a hand onto your head.

"you did well, now come here."

"but-" tighnari began to protest, hands balling up into fists as you slowly pulled off of his dick. strands of glossy spit mixed with tighnari's pre-cum coated your lips.

cyno moved a hand to grip tighnari's chin, tilting his head as his eyes narrowed. "i already told you once to behave. don't make me say it again."

"you don't scare me, general mahamatra." tighnari scoffed. "i can do as i please. and besides, i didn't do anything wrong and yet you're punishing me." his tail lashed to the side as he crossed his arms over his chest. "being good gets you nothing."

you frowned as cyno sneered, standing off the bed and yanking tighnari up to his knees. "need i remind you who's in charge here. perhaps you should take some lessons from our other partner on obedience."

although his ears pressed to his head, he seemingly did not give in. "yeah, it seems so rewarding considering she hasn't come yet either."

cyno glanced over at you, biting his cheek as he watched your thighs press together. "so it seems." he dropped tighnari's head, instead moving towards you. "i'm sorry for neglecting you." he apologized, stroking your cheek as you nuzzled into his touch.

"we've both been good. you just don't reward us ever." tighnari commented as cyno frowned.

"perhaps you're right." cyno sighed much to tighnari's surprise. "even though you did act up," he paused to stare at tighnari who let out a grunt. "i think you both deserve a reward, hm?" he asked you as you nodded up at him.

"please?" you asked him as the corners of his lips quirked up. he pressed a kiss to your forehead before manuvering you and tighnari as he wished.

he splayed himself out on the bed, hair fanned out across the pillows. you were resting on his chest while tighnari was sat on his lap.

"come here." cyno gestured, gripping your thighs and tugging you forward.

you tried to protest, pulling against him. "no, you'll suffocate or-!"

cyno silenced you as he moved you to hover over his lips, holding you firmly and pressing a kiss to your clit. you shivered, turning to face tighnari who busied himself with licking over the tip of cyno's cock.

his eyes flitted up to meet yours as you gasped, hands flying to grip onto cyno's locks as he moved his tongue over your slit. "cyno.. archons-"

his tongue moved across your pussy, collecting your slick diligently as you writhed in his grip, struggling to keep yourself from falling against him.

he suddenly stopped, picking you up when tighnari positioned himself over cyno's dick. "padisarah, you-"

"oh please. i've been waiting for this. i already prepped." tighnari smirked, slowly sinking down onto cyno's cock as the white haired male let out a sharp hiss through his teeth.

"tight-" he huffed, moving your hips back down and grinding you against his tongue as you cried out.

tighnari leaned back, hands pressed against the bedsheets as he took cyno to the base. his thighs were trembling as cyno stretched him out. one hand flew up to his mouth to cover up an embarrassing moan.

your hips began to move on their own, more of your weight pressing down on the general as you fucked his tongue.

little begs and pleas flooded from your lips as he sucked on your clit carefully, teasing you and watching tears build up in your eyes.

every so often, he would stop for a moment, eyes fluttering shut from the feeling of tighnari wrapped around his dick. he grunted into your pussy, making you shiver from the vibrations when tighnari swiveled his hips.

you craned to look back at him, letting out a needy whine at the sight. he had one hand wrapped around his cock while he used the other to steady himself to bounce on cyno's lap.

his ears were pressed back, eyes shut as he threw his head back. he looked so lost in pleasure, dick leaking over his hand and cyno's stomach. you wondered if he was teetering over the edge, just waiting for cyno's approval to come.

your fingers twisted deeper into cyno's hair, tugging as he slid his tongue into your entrance, wriggling it inside of you as you shook above him.

"cyno, i'm- i'm close!"

"cyno, please!" tighnari chimed in, gasping as he struggled to keep going, thighs trembling and eyes watering.

the both of you cried out pleas mixed with his name until he finally allowed you both finish.

tighnari was first, crying out as he came. strings of his release coated his hand, cyno's stomach, and your back.

your eyes screwed shut, head tilting back as you came soon after. cyno's hands moved you faster as he bucked his hips into tighnari who was seemingly extremely sensitive.

tighnari cried out as cyno fucked into him, pressing into his prostate as tears ran down his cheeks from the overstimulation. "no more, i can't-!" he whined, feeling his dick leaking more where it laid on cyno's abdomen.

your own overstimulated cries followed as cyno held you on his mouth, refusing to let you go as he chased his orgasm.

by the time cyno finished, you and tighnari were trembling little messes on the bed, eyes fluttering shut from exhaustion while your chests heaved.

cyno couldn't help but stand over you both to admire his handiwork, pressing little kisses to your foreheads as he allowed you both to rest and bask in the afterglow of your orgasms.

[seresinhangmanjake]

jake helps his drunk girlfriend

Jake “Hangman” Seresin Drabble

Words: 438

Notes/Warnings: mentions of alcohol use, spelling mistakes, im sure. I know it's the shortest thing ever. 

Requested for the under 500 word drabble thing about a millennium ago, and it’s embarrassing how long it took me to post it. My bad :(

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“Damn, she’s out cold, huh?” Rooster said from the driver’s seat of his truck after parking it in the driveway of your home. Both he and Jake were twisted at the waist, peering back at you through the middle opening between the front seats.

Rooster’s words didn’t stir you; neither did Jake’s when he said, “She’s had a lot going on lately; hasn’t slept right in a week. I thought she was going to pass out earlier, but she was determined not to miss Phoenix’s birthday.”

The weight of your head had it lolling to the side.

“The alcohol probably didn’t help,” Jake sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt. “I better carry her. She won’t make it one step.”

“You want me to get the front door?”

“Yea, if you don’t mind.”

The pilots’ hopped out of the car. Jake went to the door behind his, pulled it open, and reached inside to grab you. He helped you stand briefly before he bent at the waist, tucked his arm under your knees and lifted you up, allowing your shoulder blades to rest across his other arm.

A little whimper escaped your lips as you snuggled into him, a hand instinctively reaching up to rest behind his neck. “I want my boyfriend,” you mumbled, your eyes still closed.

Jake snickered. “I am your boyfriend, baby.”

“Oh.”

He turned to his side, squeezing your bodies through the front door.

“You need anything else?” Rooster asked, and Jake shook his head.

“But thanks,” he replied. “And thanks for the ride.”

“No problem. See you guys tomorrow.”

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“Alright, baby, clothes off,” Jake said as he worked to shimmy you out of your dress. You were absolutely no help, sitting on the edge of the mattress and letting your limbs fall like a rag doll. “I can honestly say I’ve never had such a hard time getting you naked.”

He yanked the dress up over your head and tossed it to the side, then reached behind you to unclasp your bra, allowing the straps to slide down your shoulders and bare your breasts.

“As much as I hate to cover these up,” he said, “you’ll get cold in the night and then you’ll hate me.”

“Mhmm.”

He slipped one of his t-shirts over your body and helped you recline on the mattress before dragging the duvet up to your neck. Then he ripped off his own clothes until he was down to his underwear, got in bed beside you and pulled you close.

“Love you, Jake,” you whispered, nuzzling your nose against his neck.

He kissed your forehead in return. “I love you, beautiful.”

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[powderblueblood]

NO SLEEP TILL - a runaway eddie au

summary sticking around town after the queen of hawkins high dies in your trailer is a fool's game. anyone could tell you that. but eddie munson's making a point of it; shaving off the excess. a canon divergent season 4 runaway eddie au with elements from flight of icarus. word count 1.1k warnings none, only that this is mostly an experiment.

Can you shut up and tell the story already?

It starts with a shedding. 

A snip, snip, snip and all recognition falling away under the dinge of a green-lit gas station bathroom. The acrid smell of piss burns through the stall, the kind that’s baked in and gets curdled by the heat. No bleach can cut through it. The ghosts of more’n three shakes and you’re playin’ with yourself rise when it gets above a certain temperature.

And it’s hot. Uncharacteristically so, for spring break. 

Snip. The last curling rat tail falls to the floor and he releases his breath. He hadn’t even realized he’d been holding it. 

Looking at himself, shorn, his eyes water. Not from the smell. 

He cranes his neck to the left, to the right. Tufts of hair stick up from his skull like he’s just shoved a fork into a socket. 

He wishes he’d thought of that instead. But.

A sound chokes up the column of his throat as he grips the sink’s edge, ringed fingers slipping on grime. He allows himself to the count of ten. 

‘To the count of ten, and then we dust ourselves off and get back at ‘em!’ His mother’s voice. Embedded in the recesses of his brain, this high rasp he’s never stopped harkening back to. It’s almost fourteen years since he’s last heard it. ‘There’s always a good reason to keep going.’

True. There’s always a reason to keep going; it doesn’t even have to be good.

He doesn’t have time to get all vitriolic about what’s been snatched from him. Not yet, anyhow. 

He’s still all hot with panic, even though it’s been hours since he left the trailer park. Gained a little clarity since then. 

Not much, but enough to shoplift a pair of scissors.

He tosses the hair in the sink into the maw of the shitcaked cistern and tears open a pack of disposable razors with his teeth. 

—

The red line he draws on the map squiggles up and shoulders out. A straight shot from where he sits across the state of Pennsylvania to New York City, a bullet out the nose of a rifle. He intends to make it there just as fast. 

He couldn't sleep if he wanted to. 

Every time his eyes fall shut, it’s a clear vision of her. Suspended in midair, sneakers hovering above the stained rug of the trailer. The lights flipping out, making him wonder if he wasn’t tripping out. The snap of her jaw to a crude angle, one that it can’t come back from. 

He wasn’t tripping out. He knows what he saw. Her skull impacted on itself. The sound of her tongue squelching as she choked on it. 

Like something was inside her. Tearing her apart.

He knows what he saw.

Doesn’t he?

Eddie groans as his stomach lurches. His hands tighten on the wheel. He can’t afford to spit up any more bile, not tonight. 

No time. No sleep. 

A crumpled envelope sits on the dashboard of the van. 

A letter he never responded to, because it’s easier to forget people when they’re not right there, bumming rides from you. 

A return address in Brooklyn. 

—

The moment the phone rings, she knows something is wrong. It gets yanked up in her gut, some feeling she’s tried to stamp down because she’s a grown up now and she can’t be caught mourning sandbox shit. 

The competitive pace of her life doesn’t allow for it. She doesn’t have room in her schedule for homesickness like that. Can’t cram it in between classes and looking for an internship at a law firm that can overlook her humble beginnings. 

This marks the second year she’s been away from home for spring break. It was harder to fill the gap the first time around, and to talk her grandmother down, but she made good use of being a country mouse in the big city. Found some bars and libraries and bookstores she’s kept as favorites. 

Tried not to think about how she was so bummed out that she was forced to enjoy them alone. And failed. 

She wrote a letter, a long one, in a dinky dyke bar on St Mark’s Place which was all strung up with Christmas lights. She’d obviously flinched when she heard it called a ‘dyke bar’--so open and proud like that. It wasn’t like when people flung the d-word around where she was from. It wasn’t derogatory; just a descriptor. Toothless, in the mouth of a chick with a shorn head that had told her so. Almost friendly. She told her that her name was Tina, too. 

“I knew a Tina,” she’d nervously said, plucking at the label of her beer bottle, “She was captain of the cheerleading squad. At my high school.”

Tina sniffed a laugh. “You’re a long way from home, ain’t ya?”

About a ten hour drive. 

She got an impulse to write after two Mai Tais and another beer and a half. Dug a copy of The Dark Tower out of her backpack and started tearing out the flyleaves.

Tina let her borrow a pen and she scrawled and scrawled away in that half-light, letter becoming more illegible the drunker she got. 

She remembered that she’d written this, in closing–

‘In closing, I think you’re a fucking piece of shit stubborn asshole. A naive moron who’d step on his own uncle’s neck for an opportunity that looked shiny enough. Fuck you, and fuck California, and I can’t believe you’d fucking do this to me after everything and not even call or anything. I think you’re just like your dad. 

If you ever need a place to stay, you can’t come here.

But if you show up, there’s nothing I can do about it, I guess.’

Weeks later, gripping onto a pole on a crowded subway train, she got a chill down the spine that she was sure meant the letter had made it to Indiana. 

He never wrote back. Probably for the better. 

The same chill pulls in her gut when the phone trills at 6:30 in the morning. The phantom umbilical cord. 

She’s up, because she’s become all regimented now. Riding on a scholarship will do that to you. 

She picks up the slippery seashell pink handset so as not to wake her roommates, because they hate her enough already. 

Though, she really nearly doesn’t. Because she’s scared.

Silence on the line.

“What happened?”

“Ronnie…”

“Wayne? What happened?”

“He’s gone.”

Her whole throat constricts, her body fighting against whatever those words mean. Thoughts start running at hyperspeed– absolutely not, there’s no way, no possible way, I would know. I would know. It’s not that. 

“Whaddayou mean, gone?”

“Can’t find him anywhere.” The beat Wayne leaves makes her realize there’s cold sweat icing her brow. “But I found something else. Something bad.”

Not gone as in dead. Gone as in missing.

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REBLOGS AND COMMENTS KEEP THE FIC ALIVE. lmk if you enjoyed this because i may continue to write it extremely non-linearly! as an exercise in examining friendships, paranoia and hanging out with eddie and ronnie.

[babyblue711]

Little Dragonseed

Sister Story to Loyalty Dark!Aemond Targaryen (HOTD) x Handmaiden - Part 3 Summary: After evoking the Prince Regent's wrath, the young maid must now face the consequences of her actions. Words: 2.7K

Chapter Warnings: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS. NONCON, Sexual Content 18+, NSFW, Language, Degradation, Smut, Virginity Loss

A/N: Thoughts, comments, questions, and concerns are appreciated. I see this fic being wrapped up in the ending of "Loyalty" so this isn't the last that we'll see of the little maid. 💙

<<< Part 2

Back in his chambers, Aemond paces like a caged animal, a deep furrow etched into his brow as he contemplates her punishment. His hands are clasped behind his back, his posture rigid, as he strides back and forth in front of the roaring fire in the hearth. 

The young maid's heart races as she watches him, awaiting her fate. Would he strip her of her position? Banish her from the castle for displeasing the prince? Her mind drifts to the matron, her surrogate mother, imagining her disappointment and shame wells in the pit of her stomach for behaving so foolishly.

“P-Please, I didn’t mean any harm…I only wanted to see - ” she begins, but the look on Aemond’s face immediately silences her.  

“Harm?” he chuckles, a low and dangerous sound. “I’m sure my nephews didn’t mean any harm the night they took my eye, girl,” Aemond growls, removing his eyepatch and revealing the sparkling sapphire underneath. Her eyes widen in shock as she takes in this unusual aspect of his face; he’s clearly hoping to intimidate her. “I think, perhaps, it is time I take something from them in return. Equal trade, one may say.” 

She frowns, feeling a surge of defiance despite her fear. Is he saying this just to scare her? Punishment for approaching his dragon without permission is one thing, but retribution for past wrongs she didn’t commit is quite another.

“You already have taken from them,” she blurts out, unable to hold back which catches his attention as he stops pacing, his singular eye narrowed as she says, with as much contempt as she can muster, “Kinslayer.” 

Aemond looks at her as if she has struck him across the face, perhaps shocked that she knows this dark truth. But in a castle as large as Harrenhal, gossip spreads like wildfire, even the parentage of Rhaenyra’s children was no secret among the servants and she still supports Rhaenrya’s cause regardless. But to slay a member of your own extended family…there is no greater curse in her eyes as she narrows hers at the Prince Regent, feeling a flicker of her own dragon’s flame inside her chest. 

He stares at her for a brief moment that seems to stretch for eternity; she knows she hit a nerve and braces herself for the storm. Like lightning, he grabs the front of her dress and pulls her roughly to him, so quickly she doesn't even have time to flinch. She glares up into his one fearsome, violet eye, feeling defiant.

“Do you honestly think Daemon gives a shit what happens to you?” the prince says viciously, each word dripping with malice as he aims to wound her with words in return, “if he cared about you, he wouldn’t have left you here…for me.” He gives her a little shake for emphasis, his jaw clenched tightly and with a sudden, violent motion, he hurls her away from him where she lands in a heap on his ornate bed.

Alarm bells start to ring inside her head and she curses her impulsive mouth, realizing too late how foolish it was to provoke one of the most dangerous men in the realm. Desperate to prove Aemond wrong and clinging to the hope of Daemon’s last words to her, she continues on recklessly.   

“He told me he would be back for me,” she spits back at Aemond, trying to sound braver than she feels. 

Aemond gives a humorless chuckle, “And you actually believed him?” He asks cruelly, striking at her deepest fears. He marches over to the bed and grabs her ankles, yanking her to the edge of the bed; she is trapped, unable to escape as he towers over her. 

“Perhaps you would like to answer for some of your father’s crimes then?” His voice drips in venom, but she can hear the pain behind his next words, “he had my nephew, a defenseless child, murdered in cold blood and tormented my mother and sister. Did you know about that? Are you proud to call someone like that your father?” 

Her breath catches in her chest and she shakes her head vehemently. The news of these heinous crimes had not yet reached Harrenhal, and she desperately wishes Aemond is lying, spinning tales to sow doubt in her newly found father-figure, trying to break her spirit. But deep inside, she knows he speaks the truth.

“So what should my revenge be? Killing you probably wouldn’t wound Daemon, he hasn’t cared enough about you until now,” a wicked smile plays on the prince’s curved lips as he considers his options. “I think humiliating him would be more satisfactory, don’t you?” 

She doesn't reply, unsure of what he means, thoughts racing. When the prince next speaks, her blood runs cold. 

“Tell me, little one,” his voice low and deep as he stares at her intensely, “Are you still a maiden?” 

Fear spikes like electricity through her chest and instinctively she knows where this is leading. A buzzing sound fills her head as her vision narrows and she feels like she's on the edge of passing out. She presses her lips together, refusing to answer Aemond. Refuses to look him in the eye. Refuses to give him any sort of further knowledge about herself or any additional ways to hurt her.

"That's what I thought,” he sneers, taking her silence for absolution anyway. “When I give you back to Daemon, it’ll be with a bastard in your belly. I’d love to see his face when he finds out it’s mine.” There’s a look of grim satisfaction on his face as he imagines Daemon’s reaction to getting his daughter pregnant.

Dread fills her gut as she tries to backpedal across the bed away from him, but her limbs don’t seem to want to work properly and she can’t move fast enough. As if in slow motion, she sees the dagger materialize in his hand but doesn’t feel the sharp sting of the blade; instead, he’s ripping open her clothes as easily as if he’s slicing through butter. 

As the cool air hits her delicate skin, she inhales, filling her lungs with as much air as she can, preparing to scream at the top of her voice when he pounces on top of her, crushing her to the bed underneath his weight and clapping a hand over her mouth once more. All of the air is forced out of her body as his weight settles on top of her, trapped underneath him on the bed.

“We can’t have any of that now. The more you fight, the worse it will be for you,” Aemond hisses into her ear and she tries to squirm out from under him, but he’s just too heavy. Angry tears leak out the corner of her eyes as she unwillingly stills, hating him more with each passing moment. 

“It doesn’t have to be so bad, you know. You’re lucky you got me and not my brother, Aegon,” Aemond chuckles softly and she shivers, not fully grasping the dark implications behind his statement. 

For a moment, Aemond's demeanor shifts as he takes in the tears leaking from her eyes and can surely feel the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat as he presses her into the bed. His grip is strong, almost suffocating, but then his hand moves from her mouth and he wipes away her tears with his thumb. She’s stunned into silence, taken aback at the unexpected gentle gesture. Her gaze searches his face, glimpsing conflicting emotions swirling in his usually cold and calculating eye.

“Nobody likes fucking a stone wall either,” Aemond murmurs, mostly to himself. “Tell me, girl, have you ever seen a naked man before?” His tone is different now, almost curious, almost bored as he gets up from the bed. She hates the way he is playing with her, but decides to answer him anyway.

“A… a few times,” she manages to croak, her throat feeling completely dry. “Sometimes I’ve had to help patch up soldiers, depending on their wounds….” She leaves the rest up to his imagination. 

“Hmm,” he grunts, uninterested, as he begins to remove his own clothes; hers lay in tatters on the floor. He removes his shirt and then drops his trousers, not wasting any time; her eyes widen at the biggest cock she’s ever seen in her short, inexperienced life. Thick and heavy, it hangs weeping between his legs. Her eyes dart to his face to find him watching her intently, gauging her reaction before climbing on top of her again. 

She tenses once more as the walls close in around her; ultimately her best hope is that he’s quick about it. She tries not to shudder as he runs his nose along her jawline, his tongue darting out to taste the delicate skin of her neck before traveling up to whisper in her ear. 

“Do not be so afraid. It won’t go in until you’re ready,” he whispers and if this is supposed to make her feel better, it definitely doesn’t. She doesn't want it to go in at all, ready or not.

Her body goes limp in submission and Aemond can feel the fight in her is gone. Unbidden, more tears leak from her eyes, her breathing quick and shallow as he sucks on her tender nipples, kneading her breasts with his large hands. She hates the way he is touching her body, savoring her flesh regardless of her wishes. He’s being softer than she expected, but she can’t calm down, on the verge of hyperventilation; she just wants it to be done. 

“P-please, Aemond, just get it over with,” she whispers as she cries silently, knowing she is a pathetic sight, her fingers clenching his bedsheets in suppressed fear and indignation that she has to suffer this. 

“No,” he says in a strong voice, “Not like this. Shut your eyes and focus on your breathing.” Despite her misgivings, she does as she’s told.

Eyes tightly shut, she feels him move down her body, spreading her knees and she braces herself for his intrusion. But it doesn’t come. Instead, he begins kissing the delicate skin of her inner thigh and she flinches at first at the feeling of his lips so close to the forbidden parts of her that no man has ever touched before. Aemond takes his time kissing up her other thigh, before finally licking a strip up her center. Startled, her hips jump, bucking into his face as he wraps his strong arms around her thighs, holding her in place as he begins to devour her tight little cunt. 

She doesn't want it to feel good, but it does. Her breathing is coming in short spurts as his mouth attaches to the sensitive bud above her entrance and he sucks harshly, alternating licking her folds and entering his tongue into her wet heat. Her mind is consumed by the pleasure, her tense muscles relaxing as he continues his sinful ministrations. She feels him insert a finger and stroke it deep inside of her, causing her eyes to snap open as she lets out a breathless “oh!” He glances up, gauging her reaction as his mouth reattaches to her bud as his finger finds that special spot buried deep inside her.

Aemond gives an appreciative hum as he laps at her wetness. Her hips buck off the bed as he continues to torture her deliciously, beckoning her pleasure forth in a way she didn’t know existed. A coil is building in her lower belly and she begins to pant as the sensation builds; without her notice, he slips a second finger inside.

She isn’t sure what is happening as the crescendo builds, but he doesn’t let up, not until she is falling…. falling…. falling…seeing stars as she is blinded by ecstasy, crying out his name not with pain, but with pleasure. 

Coming down from her high, she opens her eyes, panting heavily, to see Aemond kneeled between her thighs, running the head of his thick cock up and down her silken slit. Panic flutters in her chest again as she takes in his size and he chuckles deep in his chest. 

“So wet for me, little whore, you must be ready to take my bastard now, aren’t you?” His cock is at her entrance and he pauses as he says, “Now this will still hurt a little.” 

He pushes slowly forward, spearing her open, causing her back to arch off the bed and her mouth to gape as she stretches around him. He watches her face the entire time, pausing now and then when he notices the knit between her brows, savoring her tight wet cunt clenching around his cock until he bottoms out at last. 

She pants and moans underneath him, the painful stretch lessening every second as her velvet walls adjust around his girth. He pauses for a moment before starting to thrust, quickening his pace, the sound of slapping skin erotically fills the room. Already on edge from her last peak, she quickly starts to climb high again and Aemond can feel her sweet little cunt flexing around his thick girth.

“Cum on my cock, little whore,” Aemond pants in her face, voice harsh and gruff as he feels her squeeze him. She hates the way he is making her feel so good, mindless with pleasure, she tips over the edge, her walls tighten like a vice around him. He pounds into her, chasing his own release and growls as his hips stutter as he spills deep inside of her. 

He climbs off and collapses next to her on the bed, regaining his breath the same way she is trying to regain hers. She feels momentary relief, glad that her punishment was over and she could get away from him now. She lies still for a moment longer and sits up on the bed, unsure how to make her exit. 

“So is that it then? May I leave now?” she asks with a touch of desperation, sure that she has suffered enough for one misdeed. Aemond makes an amused noise in his throat as his hand softly traces up her spine, “I think not. I’m not done with you yet….”

Aemond had her twice more that night, taking her from behind and further humiliating her each time by spreading her cheeks wide and stuffing his seed back inside as it leaked out. Mortification builds deep in her belly, she didn’t even put up a fight, feeling guilty from the pleasure she received as he pulled more climaxes from her body, more than she ever thought she was capable of. Finally, at the hour of the owl, he allowed her to retire to her chambers, sore and tired.

She prays to the gods that she won’t conceive from this encounter and knows there’s only one way to be sure she doesn’t. Only the real mistress of this castle is tasked with brewing such potions and the little maid knows what she desperately needs. 

Moving quietly on light feet through the empty halls, she clutches her ruined clothes around her, hurrying in a different direction than her chambers, relieved that Aemond clearly didn’t anticipate her next move. Shame colors her face at the thought of what Daemon would say if he ever found out she was carrying the One-Eyed Prince’s child. She has to do everything she can to prevent his disappointment.

She creeps down the stairs and knocks on the eerie door of the witch's chamber. A soft voice bids her enter, and there’s no surprise in Alys' eyes as she steps inside. Without even having to ask, Alys speaks first, arching an eyebrow as she takes in her disheveled state. 

“Moon tea, then?” the enchantress asks, seeming to be wide awake despite the late hour. The little maid nods, hoping the witch won’t ask her any further questions. 

“Of course, my child, do not fear. I will help you.” Alys tosses back her long, dark hair and begins bustling around the room, grabbing ingredients for the potion. The little maid lets out the breath she’s been holding, relief flooding her chest as she settles at the worn wooden table next to the fire in the hearth. 

She is so exhausted that she starts to nod off to sleep as she waits for her brew. She’s not sure how much time has passed before Alys gently prods her awake, setting it carefully down in front of her. 

"Be sure to drink it all, child,” Alys’ eyes darken infinitesimally as she surveys the young woman. “Only one of us will be carrying a royal babe and that will be me.”

[sapphic-coded]

Loose Ends

With her target dead, all Yelena needs to do is clean up a loose end. You. Except she can't pull the trigger. But she can't let you go. That leaves only one option.

Yelena Belova x fem Reader

Warnings: Violence. Some gore. Mention of past non-consensual relationship. Smut ( bdsm, dom/sub relationship, punishments, impact play, restraints, light degradation but it's there, edging, collars ). Minors DNI. This was written for a mature audience. Please do not repost my work. Reblog, like, and/or comments is how you can show your support.

Word Count: 3k

Author's Note: This started out as a writing exercise and it turned into this. It was too much fun to not share. I can see this being a short series. Let me know what you guys think. Do you want more Yelena?

Chapter One: The Brat Tamer

You put up a good fight. The two goons that obey Watson’s every command drag you down the hallway. With every breath you take, you try to get away. You try to pull yourself from their grasp. You try digging your feet into the hardwood floors. You try everything you can think of to either wear them down or slip free. But all your efforts do nothing as they reach the door to Watson’s study. The door opens, and you are pushed into the room. 

You stumble into Watson’s study, and you just barely manage to stop yourself from falling face first onto the floor. You hear the door shut behind you. You want to turn around and yank the door back open. You want to run out of Watson’s study and just keep running until all of this is far behind you. But you already tried that. Multiple times. It never works. You run and run and run…and you end up back here. 

“Ah, Y/N,” Watson’s familiar voice claims your attention. He is sitting behind his large mahogany desk in his favorite dark brown armchair. He is dressed in his usual navy blue business suit with a tumbler glass of whiskey in his hand. “You made it.” The smile that cuts across his face is cold and hollow. “I want you to meet someone.” He gestures with his hand to the woman sitting across from him.

The first thing you notice is her hair. Her long blonde hair is held away from her face in a large intricate braid. Only a couple blonde strands fall free to frame her face as she turns in her seat to look at you. She wears a long green trench coat that is held closed by the wrap that is knotted across her stomach. Black fingerless gloves cover her hands while black tactical looking boots cover her feet. But it’s her eyes that steal your attention completely. The woman’s hazel eyes are playful, but there is something else that lurks behind it. You feel as though you are standing before a predator. But not the kind like Watson. Not vile and disgusting. She’s different. 

“This is Yelena,” Watson says. 

She offers you a smile and tilts her head slightly as her eyes drink in the sight of you. 

“She is here at my request,” Watson continues. 

You can feel her stare as if they were her fingers raking over your skin. Just minutes ago, you hadn’t cared how you looked. You were content to look as messy and unpresentable to Watson as possible. You hated his touch, and you did whatever you could to keep him away from you. It wasn’t a foolproof plan. When he wanted you he would have his way with you. But his displeasure was always palpable, and you found solace in that. 

But now you feel like a dirty, mangy animal under her stare. You are suddenly self conscious of all your flaws. Your grass stained sweats and your worn band t-shirt feel wrong to wear. You nervously pick at the hem of your shirt.

“Y/N!” Watson’s raises his voice and your attention is dragged away from Yelena. You can still feel her looking at you. Watson’s hollow smile is gone. “Say hello.” 

Your attention quickly returns to Yelena. Her hazel eyes meet yours. “Hi.” You feel proud that your voice doesn’t betray how you really feel. Your voice comes out calm and even slightly disinterested. 

Watson shakes his head and looks across his desk to Yelena. “As I explained, she is challenging.”

“It is nothing I can’t handle,” Yelena says. The woman’s Russian accent laces through her words as she keeps her focus on you despite responding to Watson. 

“Threesome’s aren’t really my thing,” you say to Watson. You watch as he takes a long sip of his drink. Your words are meaningless to him. He has already done so much to you that you hated. He’s already heard you begging him to stop. He never does. 

He sets his drink down on his desk. “Even if it was, you do not deserve any pleasure. I spent three days chasing you down after your latest stunt. Do you know how much money I spent to make sure you got back here safely?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. A thousand dollars? Whatever it was, it sounds like a big waste of money to me.”

“You should be grateful,” he says. 

“I will be dead before that ever happens,” you reply. “Can I go now?” 

“No.”

It is Yelena that answers you. Your gaze shifts to the woman, and you notice that her smile is gone. 

“Yelena is here to correct your behavior,” Watson explains. 

You are still processing Watson’s words when Yelena stands up and moves towards you. You instinctively step back, but Yelena closes the space between the two of you. You can smell the jasmine and cedarwood scent of her perfume as she moves in a slow circle around you. You hear her come to a stop behind you. You are tempted to turn your head to look at her, but Watson’s movement steals your attention. 

He rises from his chair and collects his glass of whiskey. “She has my permission to do whatever her work requires.” He moves away from his desk and closer to you. “And if you drive her away–”

“She won’t,” Yelena cuts in before Watson can finish his threat. You feel her finger slowly glide across your back between your two shoulder blades. You shift your weight from one foot to the other. The smell of her perfume is beginning to be all you smell, and you don’t want that to stop. “I am very good at taming brats.” 

Watson’s smile makes you want to turn and run, but Yelena’s hand grabs the back of your collar. You stumble for a moment as the action jerks you back half a step. You can feel the softness of her coat brush against your back as something cuts apart the collar. Before you can think to ask, the dark blue, rough, scratchy collar is removed. The brush of cool air against the newly exposed skin around your neck feels strange. 

Yelena holds the collar out towards Watson. The collar’s fabric has been cut through and looks pathetic and sad in Watson’s hand. “Take that. She must earn it back.” You aren’t eager to earn it back, but a warmth pools in your gut. Watson walks by you, and you listen to the sound of his retreating footsteps. You can still feel Yelena at your back as you hear the door to Watson’s study open and then close. 

“Your Master has told me so much about you,” she says once you two are finally alone. You feel her press her finger into the nape of your neck. “He told me how he acquired you.” Her finger slowly traces down the back of your neck. The feeling of her skin pressed against yours is like lightning, and the warmth taking root within you becomes more pronounced. “It is obviously the root of your misbehavior. We will address it. I will make you his obedient slut.” 

“I’m not his–” 

You are about to turn around to face her, but her finger disappears from the back of your neck. Her fingers curl into your hair, and she grabs a fistful of it. Without warning, she pulls you back until your entire back is pressed against her front. Her lips come to rest next to your ear. 

“You will not speak unless I give you permission. Do you understand?” 

Your hands come up in a pathetic attempt to free yourself from her hold. Yelena’s free hand effortlessly smacks your hands away and gives another swift yank on your hair. Your eyes squeeze shut against the pain, and you think you can hear her smiling as her breath tickles your ear. 

“Yes,” you finally say.

She doesn’t let go. “You will address me as Domina.”

“Yes, Domina,” you quickly reply. 

She lets go of your hair, and you take a breath at the receding pain. Domina. You’ve never had a Domina before. Always a Master. There’s a ring to the title that you like. You like the way it feels in your mouth when you say it. Unlike Watson’s title. You want to gag every time he forces the title out of you. 

“Your Master gives you too many privileges,” Yelena says as she takes a small step away from you. The feeling of her body against yours disappears, and you don’t like that at all. You miss it. And you hate how she keeps dragging your Master back to the forefront of your mind. You don’t want to think about him. You just want to think about her. You don’t know what she’s going to do to you, and it sends a thrill through you. 

“He lets you speak when you have not earned it,” she continues. “He lets you hit him when you do not listen. I am revoking these privileges. Put your hands behind your back.” 

You bring your hands back, and you feel her hand grab hold of yours. She secures a pair of handcuffs around your wrists. Once the cuffs are locked, she lets go and you hear her take a step back. The same feeling from before returns. You want her to keep touching you. You don’t want her to stop. 

“Kneel,” she orders. 

“Does this have to happen here?” you ask. You hear her moving slightly behind you and you start to turn your head to look at her. “There are at least six bedrooms we could–”

You don’t see her pull out the baton. In fact, you aren’t even aware of its existence within this room until she hits it against the back of your knees. A sharp cry is ripped from your lips as you fall immediately to your knees. The pain stings as she slowly walks around and stands in front of you. You stare at her black tactical boots until the tip of her black baton comes to rest beneath your chin. She tilts your head up. 

“Your antics will not work on me,” she says. “All they will do is earn you more punishments.” She removes her baton from beneath your chin. “Open your mouth.” 

You keep your lips shut and look away from her. A moment later her hand grabs your face and forces you to look up at her again. 

“You will not win this, Y/N.” Yelena’s fingers press into your cheeks and squeeze. You try to keep your mouth shut for as long as possible, but she soon manages to pry your mouth open. She brings her baton back up, but instead of bringing it down against you again, she positions it horizontally and shoves it into your open mouth. The grip she has on your mouth loosens as your mouth slowly closes over the baton. Your teeth bite down against the weapon. “Do not drop this.” 

Yelena lets go of her baton before kneeling down on one knee in front of you. She lifts up the hem of your t-shirt until the waistline of your sweats is exposed. “You should be wet by now.” 

You are not prepared for those words, and you are even less prepared when Yelena slips her hand between the fabric of your sweats and your skin. Her hand expertly slips underneath your soaked panties. The moment you feel her fingers brush against your wet sex, you let out a small moan. Your bite on her baton starts to loosen as every thought in your head diverts to her fingers. 

“You are losing focus,” she says as her fingers gather up some of your slick. “Your punishment will be worse if you drop my baton.” 

Your teeth dig back into the baton, and you are glad you did because you know for sure that you would have dropped the weapon when her fingers finally plunge into you. She gives you no time to properly react as her fingers begin thrusting in and out of you at a pace that pulls louder moans from you. She watches you as her fingers brush across your sweet spot. Her head tilts slightly to the side as her fingers continue to work you up. Her fingers are deft and merciless as you feel yourself steadily reaching that sweet, blissful edge. 

You’re getting so close, and you try to speak around the baton in your mouth but all that comes out are unintelligent noises. But right as you are about to spill over, her fingers disappear. Yelena pulls her hand out from your sweats. More unintelligent noises escape from your mouth as you voice your frustration. You are so close. Why did she stop? 

She ignores all your noises and gets up. Your head tilts back to look at her while her hand dips into the pocket of her green coat. “That is all you will get until you learn to behave.” Her other hand reaches out, and her fingers settle underneath your chin while her thumb softly strokes the side of your cheek. “But we will work on that, malýshka.” 

You feel something pinch the side of your neck. You don’t understand what is happening as you feel your body grow heavy. Yelena continues to watch you as your head suddenly feels very heavy and rolls forward. Your eyes shut, and you hear the baton hit the floor. Then nothing. 

When you wake, you are no longer in the study. You are laying on a couch in the living room. It’s quiet, and you don’t understand how you got here. You feel something draped over you. You turn your head to look, and you end up more confused. Draped across your body is Yelena’s green coat. What happened? One minute you were on the cusp of coming completely undone into the hands of this woman, and now you’re here. 

You sit up and part of Yelena’s coat falls away to reveal your hands bound in cuffs in front of you. Your clothes are still on, and you don’t see anyone around. In fact, you don’t hear the usual chatter of lounging goons. Everything is so quiet. What’s going on? You lift Yelena’s coat off of you and stand. The living room is empty, and the large flatscreen hanging on the wall is off. You are about to call out to anybody when you see it. 

Or rather, when you see him.

Laying on his back on the other side of the couch is Watson. He is dressed in the same navy business suit you saw him in earlier. So you couldn’t have been out for long. He is staring up at the ceiling with his eyes wide and his mouth open as if he is yelling. In the middle of his forehead, right above his eyebrows, is a red hole. Dark red blood pools on the wooden floor beneath his head. 

You are still putting together exactly what you are seeing when you hear fast, heavy footsteps rushing down the hallway. One of Watson’s goons emerges from the hallway. Usually, Watson’s goons can’t help themselves. They love touching you. They love any excuse to drag you to your Master. But this time, the goon doesn’t even spare you a look. He keeps running across the living room towards the foyer. 

Three gunshots make you jump and cry out as the goon stumbles. Fresh blood stains the backside of his shirt as he falls. You hear him struggling to push himself back onto his feet when someone else emerges from the hallway. 

Yelena. With her coat gone you see that she is dressed in a black tactical suit. Some blood has dried along the side of her face, but you don’t see any marks on her. In her hand is a gun, and she raises it towards the struggling goon. She pulls the trigger and another gunshot rips through the air. You take several steps back away from the couch as the goon goes still. 

“Oh my god,” you say, unable to stop yourself. You know you shouldn’t have drawn attention to yourself but what the fuck did you just watch? “You killed him. You just…” You look away from the goon’s body and you find Yelena looking at you. “...killed him.” You know that you’re repeating yourself, but it’s the only thing you can think to say. 

“Yes,” Yelena replies with a small nod. “That is what I am paid to do.” 

Paid? Your mouth opens and then closes as a million questions crash together in your head. 

Yelena moves towards the couch and reaches down to grab her coat. “Come. We cannot play twenty questions here. I have set the explosives to go off in five minutes.” 

You quickly take another step back. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” Then, a moment later when what she also said finally hits you. “Wait, explosives?” 

She puts her coat back on and moves towards you. “I think I drugged you too much. You are acting very slow.” You feel the warm barrel of her gun press against your side when she reaches you. “You do not get to choose. You are my prisoner.” The barrel of her gun digs into your side when you don’t move. “Do you want to walk or do you want me to shoot?” 

You still have so many questions, but the look Yelena gives you keeps you quiet. As much as you want to understand what the hell is going on, you also want to get as far away from all this as possible. But the gun makes both those things impossible. So, without any other choice available, you start to move towards the foyer. You see Yelena smile as she moves to walk behind you. She drags the barrel of her gun to press against your lower back.

“Good girl, malýshka,” she says. 

Her praise sends a shiver down your spine as you leave. 

[haechanhues]

Corrupted II

pairing : haechan x (fem)reader

genre : smut.

warnings : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. unprotected sex is implied (sorry. protection is key) dom!haechan x sub!reader. y/n is horny to the point of no return she’s basically a unicorn. y/n is a brat and haechan is a bit more firm in this but he’s still whipped. dacryphilia. marking - mentions of marking. oral (f receiving) public sexual acts with a sprinkle of exhibitionism. mayhaps crumbs of toxicity and possessiveness but like- it depends on your views. if i missed anything let me know! 

summary : all you can focus on is him and how much you wish he’d corrupt you like so many times before.

word count : 4.6k 

@k-labels​​

part one 

main masterlist

playlist : angel pt 1 - jimin ft nle choppa, kodak black, jvke, muni long / chaconne - enhypen / friends - chase atlantic / it won’t stop - sevyn streeter

The honey dipper in your hands twirls as you stare mindlessly at the sticky golden brown substance dripping back into the container. Memories of this morning flicker through behind your eyes like film strips. 

It had been his lips that greeted you first thing this morning, pressing little kisses down your neck and through the fabric of your sleeping clothes. All the way to the slither of exposed skin across your torso and filling your panties immediately with your arousal. 

You hum, your fingers raking through his thick hair and squeezing at the roots. His dark eyes flicker upwards to see the hooded tell tales of your eyes and he growls before he slots his mouth over yours. An action you are all too happy to reciprocate. 

Your eyes roll at the feeling of his tongue brushing against yours, the hairs on your arms rising at the tingles he leaves behind. Your left palm cups his jaw, following his lead at the best of your abilities, your right hand however, in comparison is a lot rougher, yanking at his hair with fueled desperation.  

He smiles slightly into the kiss, pressing deeper into your mouth. The slight taste of citrus lingering on his lips has your whole body buzzing with nerves. Haechan grunts at a particular pull of his hair and his own hands envelop your wrists to pin them against the bed. Your head falling backwards as you pant at the much needed oxygen filling your lungs, leaving you lightheaded. 

Haechan smirks from above you, watching the way your eyes are dusted with morning lust. You expect him to say something, anything but he doesn’t. 

“Please-” You beg, finding the silence unbearable. The weight on your wrists flipping into your core. 

The man cocks his head to the side in faux wonder, “What are you begging for?” 

Your face scrunches up in despair as you writhe underneath him. His stare on you dark and you want to do nothing more than leave bites all over his throat, only to soothe it with the drag of your tongue. You want him to touch you, to push you over the edge with his fingers, his tongue, his cock, anything. 

“Please,” You say again, hoping that the whine in your voice is enough for him to feel appeased, “Please.” 

But, it’s not. 

It never is. 

“I need words, baby,” He’s stern and his eyebrows are raised in challenge. Daring you to release filthy dirty words from your sternum and into the air between the two of you. Something he knows your friends would have a heart attack over. 

You swallow, “Your-…hands-” 

“Hmm?” Haechan mutters as he lets his right hand trail from their hold on your wrist gently, “You want it?” 

“Yes-” You admit. 

His thumb reaches your face first, swiping across the bottom of your chin before getting caught on the plush of your bottom lip. Your mouth drops slightly open instinctively and his eyes narrow at the way his thumb meets the tip of your tongue, “Here?” 

You shake your head to which he tuts before he lets his hand drop to your throat, wrapping around with a small squeeze that causes your thighs to clench together, “What about here?” 

You let out a sound of retort again and Haechan loves the way he can hear your slightly constricted breath and how it thrums underneath his fingers. His eyes widen playfully, “But you liked it so much last time?” 

You pout at his teasing and unconsciously cover his naughty hand with your free hand, letting your fingers tangle within his. Haechan sighs with faux disappointment as you lead his hands down your stomach to the place you need him. He stares right at the plead in your eyes as his finger hooks onto the waist band of your panties and lets the weight of his hand drop. Your eyes flutter shut as a stray finger brushes against your clit. 

“You tell me you want it first and then I’ll give it you,” His voice is hardly teasing anymore and his facial expressions are set in stone. Pretty eyes stare into yours like a siren pulling you into the deep. His hands, frozen. 

“I want your fingers,” Haechan tongue curls into the roof of his mouth, early celebration lacing his eyes dark and devilish. The beginning of a smile written so clearly in the corner of his lips. 

“Where?” His voice tilts upwards as if his words are smiling with him.  

“Inside me,” You say, breathless due to his gaze alone. Watching the way his face subtly changes with every filthy word that your mouth conjures. Reading what captivates him. Using it. Devouring it so he can devour you. 

Haechan isn’t prepared for the hammering need he feels at your next words. The feeling of them. The power of them. The complete corruption of them.  

“Please ruin me with your fingers,” You plead. 

He groans then, a husky, “Good girl,” escaping his mouth before he slides two of his fingers into your mouth. He lingers a bit, basking in the feeling of your tongue rolling against his skin and your lips sucking on his fingers. 

He removes his fingers from your mouth, watching the way a little bit of drool escapes and your ignorance to it all. He has all your attention and he thrives off it. Batting your legs open with his other hand, your knees bend to expose your pantie-clad pussy and the excitement in him grows. Hooking your panties aside with his thumb, he swipes his wet fingers down your sex. Drinking in the way your breath hitches. 

You let out a surprised moan as he sinks his fingers into your pussy and Haechan’s eyes fall shut at how wet you are. How warm you are. He falls further forward so his body towers over yours, trapping you into the moment. He thrusts his fingers deeper, listening to the moans you make and enamoured by the wetness dripping down his fingers and onto his knuckles. 

He picks up pace, feeling your walls suck him in with every pull. As he curls his fingers, you thighs start to shake and your hands clamp firmly onto his wrists. Your mouth opens into a higher pitched moan and his own mouth can’t help the wolfish grin that decorates his whole face. Your eyebrows are furrowed and you’re there but not really there. 

Too focused on your pleasure. 

Too focused on the orgasm that wants to break free from your core. To claim his fingers and make your whole body rumble with pleasure only he can give you. 

Only he recognises the telltale vibrations of his phone but he ignores it, too lost in the way your mouth finds the heartbeat of his wrist and bites down on it, marking the skin. Haechan winces but continues his ministrations, his eyes on the prize. 

Your head thrown back, preferably shaking. Letting out your deeply hidden sadist tendencies by clawing at his back or decorating his whole throat in your token love bites. Claiming him as yours to corrupt with your pink love. 

You and your marking. 

His phone buzzes again and he wants nothing more than to take it out on your pussy, short temperedness briefly filling him. 

Your hands squeeze at his wrists, your lips restricting your whines from reaching a pitch high enough to break glass. He has half a mind to punish you later for it. 

Buzz. 

Buzz. 

Bu-

He reaches for his phone angrily, reading the contact name with an angry huff before answering it, ‘What?” 

His fingers stop and you stare after the guy in front of you, betrayed. Close to tears. Cheeks warm but all for nothing. His hand skims over the skin of your thighs, and you relax, basking in his gentle apology and affection. Missing the conversation, completely. 

With a last farewell, he places his phone into his back pocket and you perk up at the possibilities of what he’ll do to you. How he’ll apologise to you. Instead, he licks his lips before pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’m sorry, baby.” 

You feel pain the size of a bowling ball drop straight onto your gut, wounding you. All that manages to escape you is a soft noise of complaint as he gets up from his position, “You were such a good girl for me, baby. I know. When I’ll come back, I promise I’ll reward you.” 

He left you after that with a soft look in his eye and softer lips. You were too surprised to really whine. To beg and to plead or to quickly get yourself off on his shoes as he stood there. But to no avail. 

You had then tried to pleasure yourself in the shower but only had his fingers in mind. Yours didn’t compare. Neither the shower head. Your new vibrator in need of charging. It seemed that nobody nor a higher power wanted you to come. And it was complete bullshit. 

You had showed up to brunch with a furrowed expression, one that had your friends on edge. You had softened up marginally with every bite of food that entered your stomach but you still thought about him. 

His fingers. 

His lips. 

His cock. 

It made heat rise to your cheeks. Usually, your sex life didn’t interfere with your ‘outside’ life. Because never did Haechan leave you unsatisfied. Until now, and you were floating in your prolonged desire to come. 

Your friends quickly came to the conclusion that Haechan had upset you, had all but jumped at the opportunity to voice their complaints. Comments that you heard time and time again. Comments that weren’t a secret to him either.  It wasn’t as if they didn’t like Haechan. They did. He was attractive, charming and confident. They just didn’t like him for you. 

Their angel in white. 

Their pretty innocent in pink. 

But that didn’t matter. You liked him for you. 

After a momentary distraction that trailed from what was initially supposed to be a girls’ brunch turned into a self care day. One that softened you up and had you practically in love with your girls and what they meant to you. It made you feel so good that you were willing to follow them to the party down the road. 

Straight into the proximity of Haechan again. 

Haechan and his friends. The ones that stole him from you. The ones that have stolen him for the whole day. 

Your friends sigh at the way your eyes light up at the sight of him, but make no effort to walk closer, opting to glare in his direction and dawdle towards the kitchen instead - in his line of sight. A reminder that he had a good girl in need of her reward. 

But he doesn’t see you. 

Mark does. 

You almost forgive him for being the reason why you failed to come this morning. 

Haechan licks at his bottom lip, attention focused on his spread of cards with a contemplative hum. His eyes raise at Mark’s nudge against the side of his legs before his own eyes follow to the older boy’s line of sight. You, sitting alone on the kitchen bench, looking all the more delightful than this morning. As if that were possible. 

His lip curls into a devious smirk before he rises from his winning streak, abandoning it in favour of approaching you. You who is currently distracted by the twitching light above you, completely unaware of the presence behind you. 

Haechan loves the way goosebumps bloom across your skin at the barely-there skim of his lips against your naked shoulder. You’ve got perfume on. The perfume that he brought you for your birthday. The type of perfume that gets you fucked in less-than-private areas. 

Dangerous. 

“Hi baby,” There’s a purr in his voice as he greets you and you fall into his gaze. So easily. Like prey. His eyes begin to darken when he observes how fucked out you look. Fucked and unsatisfied, apparently. 

You pout at him, grasping at his clothing roughly before casting an angry look at his friends who are busy paying attention to the card game in front of them, “They’ve hogged you all day.” 

“You need to learn how to share,” He nips at the tip of your ear before he blows into your ear. The action makes you shiver and he takes great pleasure in the way you’re practically melting at the slightest act. 

“Haechan,” You plead and he can’t help the smirk that crosses his face. He can’t help teasing you. Especially when you grip at the elbow of his jacket so desperately. 

“Okay, okay shhh” Haechan comforts, rubbing at the remnants of the goosebumps on the round of your thighs, “I’m here now. How long have you been like this?” 

If you weren’t completely burning from the sinning thoughts running amuck , you would be sending Haechan straight to hell with the stare you inflict him with, “This morning.” 

Haechan makes a non-committed hum and it takes all your self control not to fall to your knees and beg to let him take you in the kitchen right here right now. Your lips press together at the sensation the tips of his fingers leave behind on your skin and disappear underneath the fabric, slotting themselves in the most torturous place. 

His middle finger traces circles against the skin of your inner thighs painting your whole body with heated need. Your hands grip at the fabric of his shoulders, bunching the rigid leather in a tight fist. He presses into you, your hair fanning out against the cool kitchen bench. His other arm slides to support your lower back refusing to let logic wipe the haziness from your thoughts and eyes. 

He’s so enraptured by it. 

How you smell. 

How you’re whining in his ear. 

Being such a good girl when he hasn’t even started yet. 

“I missed you today,” He whispers, hooking his fingers into your panties, pulling at it and marvelling at the sound and feel of your arousal coating his fingertip. Your mouth falls open and he takes the chance to slot his mouth over yours. You return his kiss with desperation, immediately slipping your tongue into his mouth. 

He only manages a chuckle before your kisses turn more forceful. More daring. More purpose driven. Teasing him with everything that drives him crazy. His smile sinks from his face as the kiss gets heavier. He consumes you and you consume him right back. 

His thumb presses directly onto your clit causing a jolt of electricity to run straight through your body, your fingertips set alight. Your legs hook around his waist as you rut against his hand. Your bones heavy with want and plead. 

“Woah,” A startled voice drags Haechan’s face away from yours, his attention quick to flit to the interruption with eyes sharpening with every second away from your lips. You chase after his mouth, stealing his breath away and he has to use the hand that was keeping you still on the counter to collar your throat. 

You let out a short mewl and rut your hips forward in search of friction, either unaware or dismissive of the intruder. Haechan’s eyes briefly flicker back to you, shushing you with with a fond but sharp noise. He lets his fingers drop to your chin, absentmindedly pulling at the skin. 

All you can focus is him. 

His eyes. 

Burning like fire, staring into your soul. 

His fingers. 

Long and beautiful, and yet you can’t help but think his fingers would look better inside you. 

Wrecking you with them. 

His wrists. 

His tongue. 

His neck. 

Everything burns now. In the most delicious way. Your core, a fireplace and your thoughts, the embers. 

You roll your hips towards his fingers again, enjoying the rush of realisation reach Haechan’s face. You don’t care about the location. Nor do you care about who’s watching. You’re too far gone. 

But Haechan does. 

“Get the fuck out,” He hisses, making sure the intruder scurries off before he returns to you. 

“Please,” You plead, “I want you.” 

Haechan bites his lip and leans into whisper directly in your ear, “Baby. There’s too many people here.” 

“I don’t care,” You huff, trying to lure him into you by playing with his jacket and pulling him closer. 

A part of him found pleasure in your words. You were his corrupted little thing. His good girl. His angel. His liquid honey. 

Emphasis on the his. 

He didn’t share. Not you. He didn’t doubt that some other drunk would walk in here and find you in a less than virginal position if you both continued to let the sexual need win. 

“Fuck me where you wanna fuck me, Donghyuck, just pick a place and do it fast,” It was the most bratty thing you could say. One that warranted punishment - if he so desired. His eyes narrowed at you and your little fuck-me eyes. 

Where did his good girl go? 

His tongue swipes at his lower lip before he cocks his head to the side, eyeing the bedrooms that line the hallway. An idea strikes and you can see the way it lights his face. He leans in closer, enjoying the way you swallow at his closeness and your eyes follow his line of sight, “See that door over there? With the stickers? The decoy sock? That, my sweet girl is Mark’s room.” 

Your back straightens and Haechan can feel the way your chest presses against him excitedly. 

He had no idea you were such an unforgiving spirit underneath the sweet girl everyone knows you are. 

Or that you craved him as much as he craved you. 

You lead him to Mark’s room, the energy around you pixie like. He turns you around just as the door opens to press his lips against yours heatedly. You return his kiss with a fervour that makes him smirk. He presses further into you, feeling something akin to pride at the way you focus on his kiss. The fire in your eyes burning through your skin. 

He groans as you take charge even as your knees start to weaken yet your kiss remains hungry. Desperate. So desperate. He shrugs his jacket off before helping you out of your clothes, letting his eyes explore the perky swell of your tits and the marks from another rendezvous expose themselves to him. 

He loves the way you maintain eye contact with him when he lies you on the bed. Your gaze hooded and impatient and yet so trustworthy. 

So trustworthy with a guy like him. 

He can never get over it. 

Hasn’t since he met you. 

Doubts he’ll start anytime soon. 

You watch him, biting your bottom lip as you wait for him to undress and have his way with you. Eat you out until you are writhing filthy in another man’s sheets. Watch you suck him dry and come in your mouth. Fuck you in a way that will send the both of you straight to the devil in handcuffs. 

He stares at you in thought before he smooths his hands over the skin on the back of your thigh. He exhales deeply before he adds more pressure, the movement running straight through you like an electric current. Your pussy left tingling with anticipation. 

His hands find its final purchase behind your knee, folding you slightly so that you’re spread completely open for him. 

 “Now, don’t get it twisted,” He’s stern and it sends another rush through you, “This is an apology for this morning. Talk to me again like you did in the kitchen- sweet girl I will fucking ruin you, you understand me?” 

You almost moan at the words alone but nothing beats the way his mouth on you feels. How he licks a stripe up your pussy and grins at the way your whole face crumbles in pleasure. 

Your hands grab at anything available. The sheets. Your tits. His hair. He moans into your pussy at your harsh grip and his eyelashes flutter. His eyes are dark as he drinks you in and you, you are fire. Your chest is glistening with sweat and Haechan’s hair tickles your navel as he sucks at your clit like a man starving from thirst. 

Your legs try to close around his head but his grip on you is as stern as his warning. Your back is arched and you can feel your heartbeat in your cheeks and your throat. Your sounds are relentless. Changing with every method he brings you to heaven. 

He removes his mouth from your pussy, his tongue licking at his lips that are coated with your first orgasm of the night. The easy orgasm. He’s breathing hard yet you’re breathing harder. Your chest rises as you collect yourself, feeling you have been saved. 

“You good to keep going, baby?” He asks, at your more than excited consensual hum, the gentle grip on your ankles tightens, “It’s going to cost you. Don’t make a sound.” 

Your eyebrows furrow and the questions must be evident on your face because it only encourages him. 

“Not a single sound-” He warns, raising his body to his knees and pulling his shirt upwards. The metal chain around his neck standing out amongst his smooth sun kissed skin. You surge forward to connect your lips again and he lets you chase after his mouth, deepening the kiss so you can see how good you taste on his tongue before he disconnects himself. 

With his eyes narrowed on you and your reaction alone, he plunges his fingers into your pussy, coating his fingers and his palm with your come and lathering it along his erect cock. Your breath hitches and he cocks an eyebrow in warning. Your eyes widen hurriedly pleading for his forgiveness. 

Haechan finds it cute. 

There’s nothing to forgive. 

Not really. 

Anything you want, he’ll give it to you. 

“Do you know why you’re not going to make a sound?” Haechan wonders and pretends to ponder over your silence with disappointment, “No?” 

He bounces the tip of his cock along the slit of your pussy enjoying the way your lips tightly press together in an attempt to be good for him. To abide by the rules he set. He sinks inside you slowly, enjoying the way you swallow him whole. 

He huffs a breath of pleasure before he leans into whisper, like it’s a secret, “Because I want to see what happens when I take your moans away from you.” 

He suddenly thrusts into you and the force of it has you seeing stars. Your mouth is wide open in a silent cry as he picks up speed, dragging his hips back and forth with such a delicious pace that you fear you look possessed past the point of exorcism. 

At a particularly hard thrust, a strangled whimper leaves your lips only to be squashed by Haechan himself covering your mouth with his hands that are still coated with your come. His bangs shielding his eyes from your silent apologies as he keeps thrusting in that one place that drives you absolutely fucking crazy. 

Your hands clamp around his wrist, nails digging into his skin as your whole body tightens in preparation of your orgasm. Your breathing has begun to fasten and your hips try to meet his thrusts to the best of your ability, hoping, really fucking hoping that he manages to come as well. 

You cry into his hand as he thrusts faster, your throat burning with effort and coming up dry. Haechan is only spurred on by the little noises that manage to pass the borders of his hands and he feels the tell tale signs of his orgasm approaching as you go wriggle wildly beneath him.

At your orgasm you relax, eyebrows furrowing with a slight wince as Haechan rides both of your orgasms out before he pulls his cock out and collapses next to you, his hand falling away from you.

Slightly concerned by your silence, he peeks at your face, eyeing for a cue on your feelings. His mouth quirks upwards smugly as he sees your eyes glittery with unshed tears. He really can’t help but chuckle softly, rubbing at the top of your cheeks with a gentle brush of his finger. 

You turn to him and your forehead falls onto his shoulder, exhausted, “I’m so embarrassed.” 

“Why’s that?” He asks gently, using an abandoned pillow sheet to wipe at the come between your thighs. Your teeth grits at the sensitivity before your mouth swirls uncomfortably in your mouth, only comforted by his gentle insistence, “It’s just us...no need to be embarrassed. You can tell me anything. If you didn’t like i-” 

You shake your head, “No! No- I- just....that guy who caught us with your hand up my skirt. I’m so mortified. I was literally-” 

Haechan snorts, “Why? He’s not getting any-” 

You chortle out a giggle before disciplining him with a quick slap to his shoulder, which he pretends hurts a little. You circle your finger onto the slightly reddened area to trace a gentle butterfly as an apology. 

At your kinder than kind eyes that have the whole word Haechan needs in them, he presses kisses to your cheek repeatedly, “Is my needy baby no longer needy?” 

Your chest rustles as your mind whirs for what it desires, “I feel like chips.” 

A chesty laugh escapes him as he listens to your request, “Chips!” 

He stands from the bed, grinning at you as he gets changed again, watching you with such fond eyes of both disbelief and affection. 

“Yeah! What’s wrong with it?” You bicker back, enjoying the way your heart beats in your chest when he looks at you with an endeared look like that. 

He shakes his head as he dawdles out the door, “I just fucked your brains out and you want chips.” 

You thank him with a scandalised and giddy giggle and that’s all he needs to collect your chips like he was made to be your delivery man. He shuts the door softly before he trudges through the hallway alone, the smile on his face that is purely reserved for you and you only melting with every step. 

Mark’s expression drops as Haechan returns to them with messy hair and a celebratory grin, “No fucking-” 

Haechan grins, “We’ll clean up when we’re done.” 

Mark’s face drops even further as Haechan cackles and grabs at the last bag of chips before he makes his way back to Mark’s room. His eyes waltz across the room with disinterest before he pauses in his stride at a familiar frame. 

Too familiar. 

He’s standing in a circle of other guys - about five nameless and therefore faceless bodies that Haechan ignores as he places a firm grip on one of their shoulders, holding him close as he leans in to whisper, “Remember me?” 

The grin Haechan sports right now is so different to the one you see. So different.

The guy shakes as his eyes scan Haechan, nodding hurriedly and at that affirmation Haechan leans in, “If I find you talked about her in any way...I’ll fuck you up.” 

The warning is clear. Haechan’s face is as hard as a brick and that is all the intruder needs to agree with the terms. This time, Haechan smiles before saluting the boy and walking away. The unforgiving little brat underneath your innocent eyes, a secret between the two of you once again.  

Because, only he gets to see how far his corruption has run deep. 

author’s note : so uhm it’s not quite june.. but i did have quite a bit of fun writing this and then again, not at all. it was a weird time but here we are. i also tried to edit it but like i’ve got midnight brain (translation : no brain cell function that has any real worth) but that’s probably all i’ll write for this couple unless i get a really good idea but i’ve got another haechan story incoming. 

[thebearer]

could you please write a daddy!carmy spanking blurb? she’s just been being a brat all damn day and he has had absolutely enough and ends up forcing her over his knee

absolutely. i love a spanking blurb don't look at me. esp with dom!carm ok? lol minors dni 18+ everything is consensual and pre-consented to :)

"What's the matter with you?" Carmen's tone was tired, exasperated even, eyes pleading softly with you. A look you didn't return.

Oh no, instead your lips twisted together, arms crossing over your chest furiously. You'd been like this all day- mean. Mean from the moment he'd picked you up. Mean on the train ride into the city. Mean at the store, even when Carmen held your bags for you. A permanent snarl on your lips, snapping and rude comments that left Carmen retreating.

It wasn't your birthday, anniversary, no important dates he could think of. He'd cancelled the night before, staying too long at the restaurant, but you sounded fine on the phone, especially when he made it up to you by taking you out today. Carmen couldn't figure out what was going on with you, but he was slowly teetering out of concern and edging more towards annoyed.

"Hey," Carmen tried again, hand snaking under your jaw lightly. "Baby, what is goin' on with you-"

"-Nothing." You snapped, fierce and mean, louder than you should have. The people beside you on the L cutting their eyes only for a moment before turning back to their own tasks.

Carmen's cheeks flushed in embarrassment, dropping his hand from your grasp, knee bouncing furiously. You knew he was fed up with this attitude of yours, that you'd probably be in for it when you got home- you hoped you would be. Carmen had been so busy at the restaurant. Staying late hours and early mornings, and you couldn't help but feel jealous. Absent of his affection. You tried to coax it out sweetly, yet it still wasn't working, so you decided to get it the only other way you knew how to: by being a brat and pushing him to his limit.

The ride back was silent, an even quieter walk back to Carmen's apartment. He still stood beside you, still carried the bags, still held the door open for you when you got home.

"You gonna help me?" Carmen grit, putting the groceries away.

"Why?" You snapped, rolling your eyes. "You don't know where it goes?"

"Alright, are you bein' serious?" Carmen snapped, whirling around to face you, brows furrowed and eyes bulging in anger. It made your tummy flip with excitement.

"Being serious? I mean, do you seriously not know where it goes?" You huffed, stomping towards a bag. Carmen's hand caught you by your upper arm before you could.

"Hey, hey, look at me." Carmen barked, your eyes lifting to his with a slight roll. His jaw flexed making your lips twitch. "What the fuck has gotten into you?"

"Nothing, Carmen, Christ." You huffed, yanking yourself out of his grip. "You're so annoying today. It's pissing me off."

You didn't miss the flash of hurt that fell across his face, making your heart skip. Maybe you were taking it too far. Being too mean.

Carmen's lips pressed together, shaking his head. "You just tryna piss me off?"

"Why? Is it working?" You sneered, that familiar glint in your eyes when Carmen caught them. Dark and daring, one he knew all too well. Of course this was what you were doing. Carmen rolled his eyes, slamming the fridge shut.

"Yeah, you're bein' such a fuckin' brat today. It is really startin' to piss me off." Carmen sneered, stepping towards you. "Better watch that mouth."

"Or what?" You challenged, heat of excitement pooling between your legs, hoping your excitement didn't show. "What are you gonna do? Just bitch some more?"

"Really?" Carmen tilted his head to the side. You just glared at him, leaving him scoffing. "Fine. Wanna be like that? I can be mean too." His hand was on your arm, dragging you over to the couch.

You squirmed in his grasp, huffing and pushing on his arm. "Carmen, stop, holy shit. You are pissing me off now-" You were over his knee with a slight grunt, Carmen's hand yanking your leggings down easily.

"This what you wanted? Wanted me to be mean?" Carmen's hand cracked down on your upturned ass, a loud clap that had you gasping, arching off his lap.

That delicious sting spreading over your ass, leaving you aching between your legs. You bit back a cry of pleasure, taking a cleansing breath instead before looking at him over your shoulder.

"That didn't even hurt." You sneered.

Carmen scoffed, his free hand pushing on your spine so you were flat against his lap, other hand lifting to crack down on your ass again- harder this time. You gasped, squirming as he settled in his rhythm, alternating from cheek to cheek. You keened, whimpered, outright moaned. You were enjoying yourself far too much, Carmen thought, but he didn't dare stop.

Instead, he let you lift you hips up, raising them so he could strike where you needed him. His own cock throbbed, knowing he was already leaking every time he saw your puffy, slick lips peeking out and teasing him. His mouth watered, desperate do dive in and lick you until you were screaming.

He'd wait. Wait until it was right. He had to finish this first- you had to finish first.

Carmen's hand tingled with every sharp smack against your ass, focusing on the center of your ass, pleased with how you'd whine and your breath would hitch.

"You gonna be nice?" Carmen asked, free hand pulling you by your hair when you didn't answer. "Better fuckin' answer me. You gonna be good?"

"Yes!" You panted. You were so close. The vibrations from Carmen's palm were sending waves of pleasure right to your core, combined with the friction from rubbing yourself on his thigh, and that brilliant sting of pain that left you throbbing- you weren't going to last much longer.

"Who?" Carmen sneered, hand cracking again, then again, sharp and purposeful. "Who're you talkin' to?"

"You." You snipped. Carmen's hand fell hard against your cheeks, actual punishing smacks that had you crying out. "You, D-Daddy!"

"That's right." Carmen hummed, continuing his pace, letting go of your hair. "You better be good f'Daddy, or I'll bring out the spoon again. You hear me?"

You didn't reply, strangled words caught in your throat while you shook and bucked over his lap, body twitching with pleasure. Carmen's hand ran over your hot cheeks, squeezing them lightly while you whimpered, lying limply over his lap.

"Ready to be good?" Carmen rasped, lips hovering over your cheek.

You nodded, eyes glossy still shuddering at your own orgasm. Carmen's fingers dipped between your legs, sliding through your slick folds while you whimpered and shuddered above him. "Good. Be good for Daddy and let me taste you."

[royalsunshinehotel]

I have a request plsss. Saw the green knight and during the whole flash(?) after he ran away from the knight and got a glimpse of the future... Imagine being Gawain's lover but he'd return all weird, marrying the reader but one day walked into their room with Galahad, a newborn that is his but not hers.... Her having to see him being a different man for yearsss, a heartless almost unrecognisable man. Only recognising his resting face when he's asleep and quiet. ANGST ANGST ANGST

Rotten (king!Gawain x wife!reader angst)

You're a good wife, and an even better Queen. He hates you for it.

If he had been a better man, Gawain would have been able to ignore the favor you'd curried with his people. You weren't even local, an interloper from a far off land.

As he stepped over another puddle, from the slums to the castle, he felt his mother right behind him, new baby in her arms. A pest of a woman, to be honest, but at least she had been helpful during the delivery.

Passing through the intricate corridors, his mother hands behind him like a cloak. The familiar warmth that she'd once given him had long since fallen away, he can tell, she hates him, same as everyone else.

He turns and takes the child wordlessly, and doesn't knock on your door. He doesn't need to, you're his Queen after all.

His eyes gravitate towards you, still snug in bed, and for a moment, he thinks of Essel, fighting through the mud, delaying the inevitable.

"Good morning, my King." You sit up slowly, and if he'd been the man he was he would have gaped at your beauty. Maybe that was your secret for currying public favor, envy stirs in his chest. He wasn't any less beautiful than you.

You blink at your husband, who's face was like a storm.

"What is it? What's happened?" Your voice is soft, he hates the way you say those words, so warm and concerned.

And, the little bundle in his arms, makes a sound of displeasure. A small sound, gentle, not like a baby that had been stolen from home and carried through the rain.

Your stomach drop, and his dark eyes can see it.

"What is that?" Please no, please ... A dull pain appears in your head again, stronger than before, and your certain this is the time you're going to die.

He puts the bundle down at the foot of your bed, "This is my son and heir," You were going to be sick, and you shove it down, like you do everything else.

You slink forward carefully, taking the edge of the blanket, and sitting down, baby in your lap.

"You are to be his mother, as you've not given me a child yet." His words hit like a knife to the gut. You'd barely been married three months.

The child was beautiful, dark hair, and ten fingers. He was clearly Gawain's, but the beauty came from the mother too. That much you could tell.

She must be stunning, whoever she is

Oh god, he was new - too new. Had he really yanked the babe away from some poor woman? There was a woman out there in the city in mourning from a pain your husband had caused.

You'd married a monster.

He'd come back different from his quest, that much you knew, but you pushed it down. You had made a case to your father that Camelot would prosper with the financial support a wedding would solidify, and now he's done this to you.

He'd done this to all of you.

"Who's child is this?" Your voice is soft and low, tinged with panic, and he could almost laugh. What a fool you were to think you could be enough for him.

"What does it matter now? It's mine." You tear your eyes from the boy, settled, a little too calm for your liking, to burn a hole in your husband with your stare, "Ours, I mean," he corrects quickly.

So callous.

"Do you understand, my Queen?"

You gather yourself up on your haunches, and slap him right across the face. You sleep with your rings on, and leave a small scratch on his cheek. It's hard to think of a time where you would have licked it clean, tried so hard to make it better.

No more.

For a moment, you see him ruffled, dark hair mussed across his face. He loses his equilibrium and takes a moment.

"I understand how difficult this must be for you, but you will raise our son, and if you strike me again, there will be hell to pay."

You laugh in spite of yourself.

"I'll raise your son, I'll keep him safe from you, but you will never know my touch again." He winces a little at your words, grateful his collar is high enough to hide his swallowing. A good King would never compromise, especially for the likes of you.

"You can't do that." What he wouldn't understand is why you had to make this so difficult.

"My father will withdraw all financial support and your people will rise up and tear this castle apart, and you along with it."

"I'll survive." He doesn't know you well enough anymore, to know that you're bluffing.

"You'll survive - all through history, as the boy king, and the failure."

He moves slowly, intending to take his son back. You, apparently, couldn't be trusted with the privilege of rearing his child.

Morgana had raised him, and he'd turned out fine!

You're faster, taking his son back into you arms. Snatching the babe in the blanket, but somehow gentle, like a mother.

"Look at me and know your son is in safe hands." You prayed that Lady Morgana was waiting in the wings, as she so often was, and you wouldn't have to send someone to fetch her.

You would have to kill him somehow. Or be stuck in the trap of waiting to see which one of you would die first. What agony.

Gawain exhales deeply, through his sharp nose, before taking a large step away, slamming your door behind him.

The second the door meets it's frame, the baby stirs, it's grief and cries blending with your own.

In spite of himself, he waits outside your door to listen. In one foul blow he'd ended things between the two of you, all for the sake of keeping the green out.

But the green was already deep inside of him, he'd known it ever since he'd run from the chapel.

He was green now, absolutely rotten.

[coffeeghoulie]

You said you love writing Dewther and you do so amazingly hence give us Dewther with 44 for the kisses please

I do love writing dewther lol, I hope you enjoy!

#44: a kiss out of lust

from this prompt list

Dew knows what Aether's gaze feels like, feels it on the back of his head for hours. He stands ramrod straight, just behind and to the right of Sister Imperator, arms crossed behind his back as she speaks to clergy members from the other branches of the Ministry.

Aether's doing the same for their Cardinal, but Dew knows intimately what the brush of his particular brand of quintessence feels like, like the whisper of knuckles run along his cheekbone. He can feel it even through the silver of their new masks, but knows better than to break formation to return Aether's stare.

The meetings have been going on for hours and hours, and Dew waits without complaint, his mind going a little soft as the discussions drag on. He just focuses on the feather light caress of quintessence, the heat of the bigger ghoul's gaze on the back of his head, drifting down his back.

Eventually, the two groups converge, Sister and Copia having their own discussion, and it's so much worse when Dew can see the way Aether's pupils blow when they make eye contact for the first time all night. Behind his mask, Dew raises an eyebrow, reaching out mentally, tugging on that invisible thing that binds them.

These new uniforms, Aether almost hums into his mind. He doesn't finish his sentence, but a rapid fire flash of images and feelings jolt down their bond. Dew grits his teeth, trying to keep his composure in front of the heads of the infernal church.

Bastard. Dew hisses, and he watches Aether lift his chin, silent laughter shaking his shoulders once before he regains his composure. When they finish yapping...

I'm holding you to that, you know. Aether hums. Dew sets his glare on Aether, not breaking eye contact until Copia and Sister finish their meetings, dismissing them to have their own private discussion.

Dew at least has the decorum to keep up the facade as he walks out of the meeting room, Aether following close behind. Dew can feel the bigger ghoul getting closer, and if he really stops to think about it, he can feel Aether's body heat radiating against his back. He keeps his same, measured pace down one hallway, another, a third, until he thinks they're far enough away from any of the humans who they had been serving.

He turns on his heel, snatching Aether's tie and hauling him into an alcove; Aether, to his credit, drawing on his quintessence to bring the shadows in like he's pulling a blanket over them.

"How dare you try and turn me on in front of Imperator," Dew hisses as he yanks down his balaclava, clawed hand still white knuckling Aether's tie. It's a delightful addition to their mandated uniforms, just like the suspenders and the tight fit pants, featured heavily in the mental assault Aether had tried to get him to slip up with.

"It worked though, didn't it?" Aether croons, letting himself be dragged in by what's essentially a leash. Dew rolls his eyes, yanking a little harder until their mouths collide in a heated kiss, the cutout edges of these new masks clacking together.

Aether groans into it, big arms wrapping around the newly-fire ghoul's waist, hauling him closer as he deepens the kiss. Dew gasps as he tastes grease paint, the ozone that's him just underneath. It's hungry, teeth and tongues and spit, Aether hissing and fingers tightening around his waist as Dew's sharp fangs nick his bottom lip.

Eventually they have to part to breathe, Dew's skinny chest heaving as he remembers how to use his lungs. "Fuck," he laughs, light-headed and giddy.

"Indeed," Aether says, leaning forward to knock the horns on their masks together, and his eyes crinkle in a way that Dew knows means he's waggling his eyebrows.

Dew raises a hand to smack his chest, faux-frustrated. "Really though, in front of Imperator?"

"I'm sorry, Dew," Aether says in a way that doesn't sound sorry at all. "You see, you just look really good in the uniform, you can't blame me."

He punctuates his sentence by hauling Dew's hips closer, and the smaller ghoul groans as he feels just how affected Aether actually is. "You're not kidding."

Aether steals another hungry kiss, smearing more paint across Dew's mouth. "Why would I be?"

Dew yanks again at Aether's tie. "Let me take you back to the den and I'll let you do something about that."

Dew watches Aether's eyes light up like stars. "You've got yourself a deal, darling."

[lovemyavatar]

STAR GIRL

| Lo’ak x F!Avatar Reader |

summary: you’re lost, caught between worlds. what could possibly go wrong when a lonely forest boy offers some distraction?

warnings: mentions of grief and death, Neteyam is a lil bitch, pure Lo’ak fluff

dialogue in italics is Na’vi translated to English

chapter one chapter three

Chapter Two

Something pokes the bed you’re laying in, the entire structure swaying beneath you. Your face scrunches against the pain of sore muscles tensing.

Rustling overhead pulls you closer to the surface of consciousness. Your eyes are unusually heavy as you try and fail to pry them open. Your brow pinches with uncertainty. Typically, waking up in your human form isn’t difficult. The moment your Avatar falls asleep, you’re back.

A loud squawk and the deafening sound of large wings beating against the wind startles you. Your eyes pop open, a rough gasp leaving dry lips.

You blink once, twice, three times. Your gaze darts from side to side, pure confusion settling in. The cold metal of the link pod isn’t in front of you. Your arms wiggle at your sides, something rough scratching against your skin.

“You’re finally awake!” A small voice shouts beside you.

You lurch upright and instantly regret the action when the hammock beneath you rocks violently to the side. Your fingers clutch the edge with a vice grip. Your head jerks toward the voice, coming face to face with a child.

“I thought you’d never wake up!” A huge grin splits her face.

Your stomach rolls when the hammock shifts again at your aggressive movement. Instinctively, you look down, but quickly close your eyes at the sight of nothing but branches and vines below.

Slowly, your gaze returns to the girl perched on a nearby branch. You immediately recognize her as the same girl who visited you the night before in the Tsahik tent. She’d hidden behind her brother the whole time, so you hadn’t gotten a good look, but the intricately woven necklace she wears is a dead giveaway.

Dread tightens your chest. Something is wrong. You never came to in your human body. Somehow, you slept through the night in this hammock, and woke up still in your Avatar.

It shouldn’t be possible.

“Come on, there’s so much I want to show—”

“Tuk!” A strong voice scolds, the twisted vines supporting your weight vibrating with the force of his feet landing behind the girl.

Her ears flatten as he grips her shoulder gently, guiding her behind his legs. You blink up at him, eyes wide with alarm. Your heart slams in your chest, breath quickening with each passing moment.

Something is very, very wrong.

“Go back to your chores.” The man who brought you here the night before speaks lowly in Na’vi, eyes never leaving you.

A tremble wracks your entire body. You’re hyperventilating, but there’s no stopping it. Panic swells within you, filling you whole.

“But—”

“Now, Tuk. Unless you want dad to find out you were with the demon.”

The little girl pouts, lips pulling into a frown. She crosses her arms and sticks her tongue out in opposition before casting you one last glance and jumping down to a lower branch.

Neteyam turns back to you once he’s sure Tuk has made it onto solid ground. His stiff shoulders relax slightly at the sight of you doubled over, hand to your chest. You’re breathing quickly, and for a moment he wonders if you’ve somehow gotten into something toxic.

He regards you curiously, head tilting to the side and dipping to see your face. It’s contorted in pain or sorrow, he can’t tell. For a moment you’re stable, until you gasp out and flail your arms. The nivi (hammock) sways to the side.

He has no choice but to lunge forward, hand clasping around your forearm. He curses under his breath, not wanting to touch you but knowing his mother will kill him if you somehow fall to your death on his watch.

He yanks hard, your body frantically clambering onto the branch beside him. He instantly releases his hold and you crumble into a heap on the rough surface.

“Come, I will take you home.” He says, hoping it will break whatever spell has come over you.

Your eyes flick up to meet his, wide with unease. As you try to catch your breath, the pool of dread in your stomach whispers that you may not have a home to go back to.

A week has passed, and you still aren’t used to the new normal. Not even close.

You grunt with frustration and reach onto the tips of your toes, arm outstretched above you. For the last hour, you’ve been collecting as much yovo fruit for the lab as possible. Now that you’re able to roam Pandora freely, it’s become your job to sustain the food source.

At least, you’ve made it your job.

The last seven days have been extremely difficult. Transitioning into your new body, your new life, is the most challenging endeavor you’ve ever been forced into.

Admittedly, part of you had always wanted to be Na’vi. You wanted the freedom to explore the beauty of Pandora without restriction. Breathing the air, laying beneath the stars, all without returning to the cold, lifeless confines of the lab. It was always a dream. Something you fantasized about.

But abandoning your human body forever? The thought never crossed your mind.

A seizure. That’s what Meg said.

When you were caught in the storm, laying in a broken pile in the forest floor, something unexplainable happened. Your human body should’ve been safe in the link pod. The moment your Avatar fell unconscious, you should’ve woken up unharmed. But you didn’t.

You died.

Simple as it was, it still didn’t feel real. You’d seen it. Confirmed it for yourself as you hugged your own lifeless body with tears streaming down your face. One version of you was gone, buried six feet below the Pandoran earth just steps from the lab.

And yet, here you are. Reborn as something else. Someone else.

In a sense, you’ve been grieving. Though part of you now has exactly what it always wanted, it arrived at the expense of your human connections. Your human life.

It wasn’t much of a life from the outside. You lived and worked in a metal box, only witnessing the amazing world around you when there was time to boot up the link pods. But it was your life. And you loved it.

You just want to feel useful. That’s why you’ve been out here, collecting food for your colleagues. Or, former colleagues now. You can’t sleep for more than a few hours anyway, not unless you camp out outside the lab.

You’re too aware of everything that could be just beyond the trees to comfortably sleep outdoors. So, you’ve been staying in the lab for as long as your Avatar’s lungs can handle the oxygen rich air.

Your fingers finally manage to grab a piece of fruit. You jump down, a victorious grin pulling at your lips.

Something snaps from behind and you spin around quickly, fear licking up your throat. Instantly, your heartbeat doubles. Your eyes roam the nearby tree line, but see nothing out of the ordinary.

A hand presses against your chest, willing your heart to slow down. Just as you’re about to turn around and continue your efforts, a pair of large, yellow eyes come into view. Breath catches in your throat. Any progress you’ve made on your heartbeat is out the window as it slams against your ribs.

The Na’vi steps forward tentatively, now aware that you’ve see them. A glint against the light confirms they’re holding a bow, aimed directly at you. In a flash your hands come up beside your head in a show of surrender. You can only hope they know what the gesture means.

They emerge from the thick forest, eyes narrowed threateningly beside the taunt string of their bow. Your lips part, ready to speak Na’vi with a native for the first time to ensure they won’t shoot you.

Instead, they surprise you by quickly lowering the weapon. A lopsided grin takes over their face, demeanor instantly relaxing. Through the panic a surge of realization passes through you.

“What’s up, Star Girl?” The boy you recognize as Lo’ak greets you in perfect English.

Despite the way your heart still pounds uncomfortably, your lips can’t help but pull into a relieved smile. He seems friendly. “Pointing another arrow at me already?”

He chuckles lowly and lifts one arm through the bow. His eyes unabashedly rake down your form from head to toe, long fingers curling against the weapon now slung across his chest. Heat prickles at your skin under his pointed gaze. You take a moment to remind yourself that he isn’t checking you out, but most likely judging your clothing.

“What are you doing out here?” He takes a few slow steps toward you, as if to gauge your reaction.

You gesture to the basket of fruit that now lays overturned on the ground beside your feet. It was balanced on your hip as you collected fruit, before you were startled by his presence.

His eyes meet yours, instantly captivating. Your breath slows. Just like in the Tsahik tent several nights before, there’s something burning beneath his gaze. Some kind of intensity that demands your attention. Holds it captive until he’s ready to let you go.

He hums low in his throat, and your stomach flips. Without looking away, he slowly crouches down in front of you. Oh, Eywa. You tear your eyes away, finding something interesting in the sky as he starts collecting your discarded food.

Lo’ak stands to his full height, several inches above yours, and offers you the now full basket. You accept it gratefully, a thank you on the tip of your tongue when he surprises you by taking a piece of fruit from the top.

“Hey!” You can’t help the reaction, though part of you instantly regrets it.

No matter how drawn to him you feel, you don’t know him. He’s a stranger, and you’re an outsider. That makes you the enemy. He’s already pointed an arrow at you twice, simply because of who you are. You know you shouldn’t be scolding him, but the protest just spilled out.

“I’m sorry, did you need this?” He holds up the small purple fruit and inspects it for a moment before large yellow eyes flick back to yours.

“Kinda, yeah.” You deadpan, unsure what he’s doing.

He holds it out toward you. Your fingers reach for it, only for him to yank it back against his chest at the last second. You gape at him, mouth falling open in shock. He merely sends you a heart-stopping grin in return.

Slowly, he takes a few steps backward. Toward the dense forest. Your eyes widen, fingers tightening against the basket at your side. His eyes glitter with mischief as he gestures to the price of fruit.

“Come on, Star Girl. Let’s see if you can keep up.”

In a flash, he’s gone. You’re left standing there, frozen with wonder. Did he really just…?

Without giving it much more thought, you take off after him. Leaves and vines brush against your limbs as you break through the tree line. Your eyes land on his broad shoulders a few yards ahead and you tear into a sprint.

It takes some effort to keep your footing through the dense forest. Roots and diverse flora litter the ground, scraping against bare feet every so often. Your eyes track his graceful form as you race through the trees.

He veers off to the side, taking a quick turn to the right. His eyes, bright against the muted browns and greens of the forest, shine as they meet yours over his shoulder. You barely manage to catch the smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he pushes forward and out of view.

A grin splits your face when you turn the corner and see that he isn’t too far away. Though you’re sure he’s going easy on you, catching him would still ignite a sense of pride within you.

There’s a small clearing just past the trees. He heads straight for it, and you don’t hesitate to follow. Smaller bush-like plants inhabit the space. He weaves through them easily. You aren’t nearly as coordinated and end up ramming into one of them.

Soft leaves scratch at your side, but that isn’t what captivates your attention. You instantly stagger to a halt at the sight of a lizard floating past your face. Wings, splayed out on its back like propellers, lift it into the air. Brilliant yellows and reds glow against the quickly eclipsing sun.

A few feet away, Lo’ak watches you curiously. The yovo fruit rests lightly in his palm, forgotten at the sight of your childlike wonder. Your chest heaves from the effort of the chase he’d just given, but you pay it no mind. Your full attention is on the small animal flying in circles in front of you.

Your eyes are wide, mouth agape as you track its every movement. Something churns in his stomach, but he quickly squashes the feeling. It’s intriguing to him, how you look at something he sees as normal with such regard.

“You’ve never seen a kenten (fan lizard) before?” He speaks lowly, as to not startle you.

Your gaze never wavers from the animal, voice light with admiration. “Not in person.”

Without warning, he rushes forward into the field. You gasp out in surprise and finally turn your gaze to him, just in time to see why he’s made the sudden movement. A dozen or more kenten emerge from the plants all at once.

A hand moves up to cover your lips as a joy-filled laugh bubbles in your chest. It’s almost hard to believe that the sight is real. You turn around a few times, completely surrounded by the amazing creatures.

Bioluminescence glitters against the darkened sky, illuminating their path as they fly up toward nearby trees. You’re transfixed, utterly entranced by the sight before you.

Off to the side, a proud grin pulls at Lo’ak’s lips.

“Can I show you something?” He breaks the silence only after the last kenten has disappeared from view.

His voice trembles slightly, nervousness tightening his stomach. He doesn’t want to push you too far, and end up losing your attention. You let your eyes fall from the tops of the trees, now dark as the lizards burrow into their leaves.

You meet his gaze, breath hitching. There’s something so intense about the way he looks at you. You fidget under the scrutiny, chewing on your bottom lip in thought.

You should go home. It’s late, sun barely peaking out past the shadow of eclipse. By the time you get back, it’ll be completely dark, and you still don’t trust yourself to stay safe all alone in the elements of Pandora.

But…you have to admit that you’re having fun with Lo’ak. More fun than you’ve had in years. In just this short time, he’s brought out a side of you long forgotten beneath the weight of your scientific duties. His whimsical nature has allowed you to be carefree.

He’s helped you—if only for a brief moment—forget about the troubles plaguing your everyday life. A wonder has been reignited within you, the lens with which you see the incredible beauty of the moon you call home.

Tentatively, you nod in agreement, ignoring the small voice in the back of your mind saying this might not be a good idea. He smiles triumphantly and takes a few steps to close the distance between you. He drops the piece of fruit he’d stolen into the basket you’re still holding and gestures for you to follow.

You go further into the forest than you’ve ever been before. Anxiety pulls at your chest. In all your years on Pandora, you’ve never set foot on Omatikaya land intentionally. Aside from the night you got lost in the storm about a week ago, you’d stayed far away.

It’s practically law. The rules are understood by all humans. Step onto their land, and you will die.

Your head is on a constant swivel as you hike through the trees. Lo’ak maintains a slow pace to make sure you can keep up, looking back occasionally to check that you’re still there. By the time you arrive at your destination, eclipse is in full effect. The world around you has come to life.

It’s more breathtaking than you could’ve ever imagined. Warm moisture collects in your eyes, but you’re quick to whisk it away. You never thought you’d have a chance to see any of this in person. Despite having an Avatar, you were never fully here. Not like this.

Lo’ak stops at the edge of a massive pond, turning watch your face as you take it all in. It’s roughly circular in shape, and teaming with life. Two trees stand tall in the center, curved branches twisting their way toward the edges. A wall of stones shelters the back side, a small waterfall cascading down the smooth surface. Vines and plant life entwine high above the clear water, almost blanketing the entire area.

Through the surface of the water, fish and other animals swim happily in their habitat. They’re glowing, just as the earth itself glows. Gorgeous colors across the spectrum pulse and glitter all around. It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before. Topping this sight is a challenge that doesn’t seem possible within your lifetime.

Suddenly, your dumbfounded stupor is interrupted by a loud splash. Cold water splatters across your face and torso. You take a step back, free arm coming up to shield yourself from the impact.

“Lo’ak!” You chastise his laughing form as it emerges from the water.

“Come on, Star Girl.” He beckons you closer with a wave of his hand, water rippling at the surface with a gentle shimmer. He curses his own heart silently as it skips a beat at the sound of his name on your lips.

You instantly shake your head in opposition. There is no way you’re getting your clothes wet before having to walk all the way home. It’s already dark, and you’ll be freezing for the entire journey.

“What? Can’t swim?” His teasing grin only widens at your hesitation.

With a sigh, you glance over your shoulder. Toward the direction of the lab. Despite how amazing this has been, you know it can’t last forever. Duty begins to weigh you down once again.

“I really should be getting back.” Your voice lowers regretfully.

His smile falters for a split second before he pulls it taunt again. He swims to the edge of the pond and extends a hand toward you.

“Okay, that’s fine. I’ll walk you home. Can you just help me out?” His large eyes glitter against the moonlight as you step closer.

The second your hand slips into his, he yanks you down into the water. A surprised yelp is swallowed below the surface as you tumble into the pond. You’re submerged for only a few seconds before you break free with a gasp. The chilled water prickles at your skin, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Hey!” You splash water against his face. “Not cool!”

He laughs loudly, head twisting to the side to avoid your attack as much as possible. Through the annoyance at being wet, you can’t help but return his smile.

He treads water only a foot away. This close, you’re able to fully take him in for the first time. The freckles that dot his skin have come to life, glowing against the glistening droplets of water that trail down his face. His shoulders, broad and strong, poke out of the water every couple seconds as he keeps himself afloat.

The beads tied into his braids click together as he whisks water from his forehead. Your gaze dances across the area, noting how the blue lines running over his skin almost form a symmetrical pattern. His lips, top one fuller than the bottom, twitch into a smirk.

Slowly, he allows himself to slip into the water. You watch curiously as his expression gradually disappears until all you can see are his eyes. They burn a hole through you for a searing moment before they’re gone too.

You peer down into the crystal clear water, but lose sight of him as he swims away quickly. Not more than a second later, something brushes against your ankle.

A surprised yelp escapes before you can stop it. A hand comes up to cover your lips, embarrassment heating your cheeks. Almost a minute goes by without event. You’re about to give up, swim back to the edge and get out, when a gentle grip circles your calf.

There’s barely enough time to take a breath before you’re beneath the water. Your eyes don’t bother closing as you twist around, coming face to face with a grinning Lo’ak. Glowing fish swim around you both, paying no mind to your playing in their home.

He’s so close. Only inches away. His eyes freely roam your face, almost like he’s searching for something. You shove against his chest, a tiny smile breaking through your annoyed facade.

A gasp of air fills your lungs as you break through the surface. He’s not far behind. A few minutes later you’re perched at the edge of the water, knees pulled tightly to your chest. One of your arms wraps around them protectively, while the other leads a delicious yovo fruit toward your lips.

“So, Star Girl?” You break the comfortable silence that’s blanketed the two of you for several minutes.

“You’re from a star, aren’t you? The same one as my dad.” Lo’ak takes a bite of fruit beside you. He quickly wipes away a stream of juice as it glides down the side of his chin. Your eyes track the movement.

“I’ve never been to Earth.” Your voice drops with a tinge of sadness, gaze tearing away, instead flicking up toward the sky wistfully. “And I do have a real name.”

His head tilts curiously, large yellow eyes boring into your profile for a long moment. He decides against pushing the subject and chuckles lowly, reaching into your basket for another piece of fruit.

“You don’t have to remind me. The clan hasn’t stopped talking about you.” He leans back onto his free hand, exposing his toned chest and stomach.

You have to force your eyes away again. “Well, that’s comforting.”

Another comfortable silence fills the small space between you. Warm evening wind rustles the wet material of your clothing, but you don’t mind. The shiver you expected after being submerged never comes. It’s as if the air blankets you, protects you from feeling cold.

“What’s it like?” Lo’ak suddenly speaks up, adjusting his body so one of his legs is bent at the knee, while the other dangles into the waters edge. He’s facing you completely now, every bit of attention directed your way.

You know exactly what he’s asking. He wants to know what it’s like to be an Avatar. To be part human, but also part Na’vi. It’s probably an insane concept for him. The only reason he’s somewhat familiar with the idea is because his dad used to be one.

A heavy sigh weighs you down, eyes flicking up to meet his. You shift so that your position mirrors his, though your legs cross together.

“It’s like I exist between two worlds.” The statement couldn’t be any truer due to your current predicament. One he knows nothing about. “And I don’t really belong in either.”

Something tugs against his heart. He relates to that struggle in ways you’ll never know. He’s always been an outcast. Different than his siblings in every way. They’re perfect. Perfect children. Perfect soldiers. They do everything that’s expected of them.

But Lo’ak? All he does is screw things up.

“My whole clan thinks I’m a freak.” He lifts his right hand, showing you his fingers. “Demon blood. That’s all they see.”

Your gaze shifts from his hand to glowing yellow eyes. They pour into you with sincerity. He’s showing you a side of himself, a vulnerability that no one else gets to see. Your bottom lip finds a home between sharp teeth.

Without thinking, you take his hand in yours. His breath hitches. He almost pulls it back in surprise, but your hold tightens a fraction. He watches you curiously as your hand slides down to clutch his wrist. His eyes fall closed for a moment. Your fingers don’t even meet around the appendage.

Your other hand moves up to rest against his, palm ghosting against rough skin with every movement the two of you make. Your heart soars in your chest and you desperately try to keep your breathing steady. Tentatively, small fingers intertwine with his much larger digits.

His eyes flutter open, meeting an intensity he never imagined could reflect back toward him.

“Doesn’t look too bad to me.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, heated gaze matching his.

Before he even knows what’s happening, he’s leaning toward you, heavy lidded eyes flicking down to glossy lips.

“There you are, baby bro!”

He rips his hand from yours, the force of it knocking you forward. A breath later, Neteyam bounces around the corner, an easy smile on his face. It instantly falls as his eyes scan the area, posture stiffening at the sight of you.

“What is this? Disobeying dads orders already?” His tone has lost all playfulness, all familiarity when he realizes what’s going on.

Lo’ak’s head drops, ears flattening. His eyes pinch tightly with the effort of containing his anger. Leave it to perfect Neteyam to ruin another moment in his life.

His gaze flicks up to his older brother, narrowed in warning. “Just go and pretend you didn’t see us.”

“And let dad find out I knew you were with the vrrtep (demon)?” He finishes the insult with a scoff, and you seethe silently.

You aren’t supposed to know what he’s saying. Even still, it’s obvious he’s been mocking you at every possible opportunity. Under normal circumstances, you would never let it slide, but he is the oldest son of the Olo’eyktan. You have no choice but to take it in stride.

Lo’ak straightens beside you, jaw clenching. His lips part in protest, but Neteyam is quick to speak over him.

“Oh, no. No way. Come.” His judgmental gaze flicks harshly to you. “Both of you”

“Speak.”

Neytiri’s lethal glare pins you both in place as it jumps between you. You’re situated on the floor of the Sully family tent, the same spot you were none-too-gently dragged by Neteyam moments ago.

“I was hunting and ran into her. That’s it.” Lo’ak’s voice is cold, devoid of any of the emotions he showed you just minutes before.

“Neteyam?” The weight of his mother’s wrath is momentarily lifted as she looks to her oldest son.

Lo’ak’s teeth grind. Of course, she wouldn’t believe his word. Why would she when her favorite child is standing right there to confirm or deny? His gaze burns through his brother until their eyes lock. He silently demands, pleads, that he back him up for once.

His lips purse, chin lifting in deep thought. Hands clasp behind his back, shoulders rounding. “They were talking. Nothing more.”

Neytiri lets out a quick sigh, of relief or anger you aren’t sure. Her attention returns to Lo’ak and you straighten, fear licking up your spine. You know she would never hurt her own child. But you’re nothing to her. She despises you, actually, and you’re sure she thinks this whole thing is your fault.

“You are late. Neteyam has to leave his duties to get you. How does this look for son of Olo’eyktan? Hmm?” Her head tilts to the side, wide eyes boring into him scrutinizingly.

“I’m sorry.” The words are hallow, rehearsed. Insincere as if he’s said them thousands of times.

“And you. Trespassing on our land again.” Her glare penetrates you, a thick swallow scratching down your throat.

Panic grips your chest. Words jumble in your brain until you’re saying the worst combination possible. “Technically, the first time I was unconscious.”

Lo’ak’s head jerks toward you, a surprised breath fanning your profile. He can’t believe you’ve just spoken to his mom that way. He doesn’t know if you’re brave or stupid, but either way it’s something he would never dare. Even Neteyam covers his mouth in shock across the room.

Neytiri hisses, face contorting in pure rage. She advances on you, but before she makes it more than two steps the entrance of the tent flaps open with a new arrival.

“Whoa, whoa, hey.” Jake practically sprints to her side, cradling her shoulders gently to guide her away from you. He positions her to face him and peers down into her pinched expression.

“What’s going on here?” His voice is tender, soothing his mate instantly.

A fraction of tension releases.

She takes a deep breath, eyes closing for a long moment. When they open, they don’t burn nearly as bright. “Neteyam found them. Alone.”

His attention shifts to the two of you and he deflates, disappointment evident in the way his ears twitch. “What did we tell you, boy?”

A frown mares your face, stomach twisting with the knowledge that they’ve forbade him from seeing you. Your gaze falls to the floor, feeling smaller than ever before.

Lo’ak watches you crumble, heart clenching painfully. He doesn’t know why he cares so much. He just does. From the first moment he saw you, he’s been drawn to you. Something deeper ignited below the surface that day. Something darker. A sense of protectiveness so strong, it actually scares him.

A seed of hatred, of self-loathing, has been growing roots within him for years. Being the family disappointment will do that. But right now, in this moment, he’s never hated himself more.

He hates that he’s dragged you into this mess. Into his world of constant berating and lecturing. He’s used to it after withstanding the pressure almost daily for years. But you’re innocent. Inquisitive. You still look at the world with wonder.

He would never forgive himself if your light was dimmed because of his inability to do anything right.

“This demon is nothing but trouble.” Neytiri pushes out of Jake’s hold, stalking to the back of the tent with crossed arms.

“Honey, he got into plenty of trouble before she came around.” Jake throws his hands up as if to say what can we do?

Lo’ak’s fists clench in his lap.

“You will stay away from our son.” Neytiri turns suddenly, a long delicate finger pointed in your direction. She grunts with disgust, head twisting to regard her oldest child. “Neteyam, take her from here.”

He instantly nods in agreement, as if standing at the ready to follow any order given. His long legs put him at your side within seconds. Four fingers wrap around your bicep, hoisting you up harshly. A wince scrunches your face, feet stumbling to catch on the floor.

Lo’ak lurches to his feet, unable to stop himself at the sight of Neteyam’s tight grip.

“Bro, don’t touch her like that!” He slaps his brothers hand away from you. It releases instantly and you fall back a step, hand coming up to rub at the throbbing area.

“Hey!” Jake yells out, voice deep with authority.

Neteyam is quick to shove against Lo’ak’s shoulder, lips twisting into a frown. “Defending the vrrtep (demon) already?”

“Don’t call her that!” Both of Lo’ak’s hands smack against Neteyam’s chest, hard, sending him back a few steps.

He wastes no time in stalking forward, fist raised as if to punch his younger brother. Jake forces his way between them, a hand on each of their heaving chests.

“That’s enough!” His voice booms within the tent, putting an end to the foolishness immediately.

Neytiri looks on, eyes wide with horror, hands covering her open mouth. It’s as if she’s never seen her sons fight. As if they’ve never laid a hand on each other before this moment. A certain devestation wells behind her bright gaze.

It turns to you, narrowing into a deadly glare. “You will go away from this place! And never come back!”

Several long beats of stunned silence fall over the room. Your heart races, ramming against your ribs uncomfortably. Nothing but ragged breathing fills the space. You’re still trying to process what the hell just happened when the entrance of the tent flaps open again.

“What is the meaning of this shouting and yelling? They say my family has gone crazy!” Mo’at enters quickly, eyes wide and lips pulled into a firm line of displeasure.

She scans the area, grunting in aggravation when her attention passes over Neytiri. She bows her head respectfully to her mother, ears flattening.

“You.” Your back stiffens, eyes flicking toward the powerful woman hesitantly.

Arms wrap around your waist protectively, sure you’re about to be cast out or worse. Mo’at regards you carefully, head tilting from one side to the other. She approaches you slowly, fluid movements bringing her to your side in only a few strides.

Her chin tips upward as she unsheathes the dagger always dangling from her neck. She swiftly pokes the sharpened bone into your shoulder. You wince against the twinge of pain, but it’s gone as quickly as it came.

Her eyes fall closed as she swipes fresh blood across a waiting tongue. After a moment of deliberation, they pop open, pupils blown wide.

“Eywa is strong within you.” She regards you with a controlled curiosity, now walking in circles around your deflated form.

Tension is steadily rising. It’s palpable against your skin as heavy stares bore into your very being. Several minutes go by. No one dares move a muscle as she performs a small ceremony around you, murmuring to herself and gesturing her hands smoothly.

She straightens suddenly, shoulders squared with decisiveness. “She will stay, and learn our ways.”

“Mother!” Neytiri is quick to protest, pained voice hiding none of her displeasure.

“Tsahik has been given a sign. It is done.” Mo’at shushes her with a dismissive wave.

Jake curls Neytiri into his arms, brow pinching with uncertainty. She glares at you defiantly, and you’re quick to glance away. Neteyam doesn’t look much happier, though he seems more concerned with his mother than anything else. Lo’ak simply peers up at you through dense lashes, a small smile curling the edge of his lips.

“Come, child.”

Before you can even form a coherent thought, Mo’at grips your elbow gently and guides you from the tent. At once, you’ve been invited into the clan as a guest. The Tsahik has given her blessing, something no Na’vi will take lightly. And yet, you haven’t been accepted. Not even close.

You have no idea where you’re going but, strangely, feel safe with Mo’at. You cast a fleeting glance over your shoulder as the woven flaps flutter closed. Tense voices roar to life the moment your presence is gone. Your ears twitch at the sound, trying but failing to pick out any words.

With a sigh, you’re resigned to following this new journey blindly, hoping you haven’t just walked into some kind of trap. The last week has been nothing short of a whirlwind, and you have a feeling it won’t be slowing down anytime soon.

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