#caution: love and lust ahead

[goddessofvalyria]

Lust & Love | Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: Between them was always a question of lust and love. Aemond was his uncle, she was his niece and Rhaenyra and Daemon's daughter. One night, Aemond took her outside the Red Kep and they consume all the lust, love and that carnal desire that devoured them both.

TW: 18+, MINORS DNI, SMUT, She/Her pronouns, oral (f receiving), fingering, masturbation (f and m receiving) sexual tension, sex, virginity loss.

English is not my first language, be kind <3

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Aemond Targaryen walked ahead with his usual deliberate pace, his long silver hair catching the light. His sapphire eye gleamed coldly in the dim evening, but there was a heat in the air that neither of them could ignore. Behind him followed his niece: her silver hair, inherited from her Targaryen lineage, and the dragonfire in her violet eyes marked her as a child of both Rhaenyra and Daemon. She was older now, no longer the girl he had known from his youth, and something had changed between them.

Their meeting had been brief, unspoken, yet they both knew where the night was heading.

"Why here?" she finally asked, her voice soft but strong, a sharp contrast to the noise of revelers and courtesans that surrounded them. The Street of Silk, known for its brothels and carnal pleasures, seemed an odd place for an encounter between royals. "What purpose does this serve, uncle?"

Aemond didn't turn to face her as they approached a particular brothel, its sign swinging lazily in the wind. "You question me now, after following me this far?" His voice was smooth, but it carried an edge. He paused, glancing back at her, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

She stared at him, a mixture of curiosity and caution in her gaze. For all his coldness, there was something undeniable about the way he looked at her: something that had always been there, lurking beneath the surface of their familial interactions. It was a dangerous game, and she had always been drawn to danger. Like her father, Daemon, the thrill of the forbidden, the challenge of the unknown, called to her.

"Aemond" she spoke his name with the intimacy of a secret shared only between them, stepping closer. "You think this will intimidate me? That this place will make me fear you?"

Aemond’s smirk deepened. "Intimidation? No, sweet niece" He moved swiftly, his hand reaching out to grasp her wrist gently but firmly, pulling her toward him. "But here, there are no eyes. No expectations. Just us."

Her heart raced, but she did not pull away. The air between them crackled, a palpable tension that neither of them could deny any longer. Aemond released her wrist, his fingers lingering for a moment too long before he stepped back, his voice low, almost a whisper.

"You are your mother’s daughter, and your father’s as well." He gazed at her intensely. "But here, you’re something else. What are you, niece?"

She felt a shiver run down her spine, not of fear, but of anticipation. There was no denying the pull between them, the dark, twisted attraction that had always been there. Aemond, with his singular focus and ruthlessness, had always fascinated her in a way she had never admitted aloud.

She took a step closer to him, her hand lightly brushing his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath his tunic. "I am whatever you want me to be, uncle" she whispered, her lips dangerously close to his ear, feeling the heat radiating from him.

Aemond’s breath hitched, his control slipping just for a moment. His hand moved to her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed together. "I want you as you are" he breathed, his voice dark and filled with desire. "But I will have you on my terms."

"Do you think this is wrong?" he asked, his voice low, but the hunger in his tone was unmistakable.

"Yes" she whispered, her voice trembling, but she made no effort to move away. "And I'd love to do everything you want."

The air in the brothel was thick with the scent of incense and lust, a place of secrets and indulgence, where even the noblest of bloodlines could lose themselves in the shadows. The Street of Silk hummed with laughter and pleasure, but inside, it was quieter, more intimate.

Aemond pushed open the heavy wooden door, his niece at his side. The brothel's dim lanterns cast a warm, amber glow over their silver hair. Madame Sylvie, the proprietress of the establishment, appeared from behind the velvet curtain, her eyes sharp as they fell upon the two royals.

Aemond didn’t hesitate. "A chamber" he said coolly, his voice authoritative as always. There was no request in his tone, just a command.

Madame Sylvie smiled knowingly, nodding toward the staircase that led to the more private rooms above. "Of course, my prince. Follow me." She gestured gracefully, her eyes briefly flicking to the young woman by Aemond’s side, recognizing the unmistakable dragonblood in her.

His niece said nothing as they followed Sylvie up the narrow stairs, her heart pounding, her steps slow with anticipation. The walls seemed to close in, a mixture of heat and tension rising between them with each step. She had followed him here willingly, but the deeper they went into this place, the more the reality of what might happen pressed down on her.

They reached a chamber, its door creaking open as Sylvie stepped aside. "Enjoy yourselves" she said with a sly smile before retreating, leaving them alone in the quiet room.

The chamber was simple but decadent in its own way: a large bed covered in deep red sheets, adorned with candles, and thick curtains that would shut out the world.

"Why here?" she asked again, her voice softer now, no longer the confident challenge it had been outside. She couldn’t tear her gaze from him, the way he stood there, perfectly composed, as if he had planned every moment of this night.

Aemond turned to her slowly, his eye dark and piercing. "Because here..." he said, his voice low and thick with intent. "There are no masks. No pretense. Just you… and me." He took a step closer, and she felt her breath catch.

Without another word, he reached out and cupped her chin, tilting her face upward to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed her lower lip, lingering there for a moment as if testing the boundaries of restraint. Then, with the same deliberate slowness, he leaned down and kissed her: hard, possessive, and full of the desire that had simmered between them for so long.

She gasped against his mouth, her body responding before her mind could catch up. His kiss deepened, and with it came a hunger that had been barely contained. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as her body pressed against his, the heat between them undeniable.

When he pulled away, her lips were swollen from his kiss, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. His smirk returned, dark and full of promise.

"Undress" he commanded, his voice soft yet unyielding.

She hesitated, just for a heartbeat, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. But she knew this was a game they had both been playing for longer than either would admit. Slowly, with trembling hands, she began to untie the laces of her dress, her movements deliberate, knowing his eye never left her.

Aemond stepped back slightly, leaning against the wall, watching her as she revealed more of her pale skin with every movement. His gaze burned into her, making her skin tingle under its intensity.

When her dress finally pooled at her feet, she stood before him in nothing but her smallclothes, her body exposed to the cool air of the chamber. He let his eye roam over her, a long, lingering look that sent a shiver down her spine.

"All of it, sweet niece" he said, his voice a low growl now, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a blade.

She did as he asked, her heart racing, stripping away the final barriers between them. When she stood completely bare before him, she felt vulnerable—but also powerful, the weight of his desire palpable in the air between them.

Aemond pushed away from the wall and crossed the room to her in two swift strides. He didn’t touch her, not yet. Instead, he circled her slowly, like a predator assessing its prey. His eye never left her body, his presence looming, dark, and dangerous.

"Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper but filled with dark intent. He stood behind her now, so close she could feel the heat of his body. His breath brushed the back of her neck, sending another shiver through her.

She couldn’t speak, couldn’t trust herself to find the words. The tension between them was so thick, it was suffocating. All she could do was nod, her chest tight with anticipation.

"Good" he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear before he stepped away again, his touch just out of reach, teasing her. "Now, lie on the bed."

Her body moved without thought, obeying him as if some unspoken force drew her into submission. She climbed onto the bed, her bare skin sinking into the soft sheets as she settled onto her back, watching him through half-lidded eyes.

Aemond stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze roaming over her with a look of dark satisfaction. "Beautiful" he murmured, his voice filled with something almost reverent. "My perfect little niece."

Slowly, he began to unfasten his clothes, his movements deliberate, as though savoring the moment. His lean, muscular frame was revealed inch by inch. And yet, his movements now were controlled, calculated, as if he were savoring the tension, drawing it out for as long as possible.

He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her without touching, his breath warm against her lips as he whispered: "Tonight, you belong to me."

The air inside the chamber felt heavier now, thick with anticipation as Aemond Targaryen stood before her, his gaze dark and unrelenting. His niece, bare and vulnerable, lay on the bed, her skin glowing in the dim candlelight. There was no escape from the intensity that charged the room between them, nor did she want one.

Aemond leaned over her, his silver hair falling forward as he brought his lips down to hers again. His kiss was slow this time, teasing, coaxing a soft gasp from her lips as his tongue gently parted them. He tasted her deeply, savoring her, his hands staying just out of reach, refusing to touch her even as her body yearned for it. She arched toward him instinctively, but he pulled back, his lips brushing the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, moving down to the sensitive skin of her neck.

"Tonight" he murmured against her skin, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "You'll learn to please yourself."

Her breath hitched as he hovered over her, his lips ghosting over her collarbone, her body trembling beneath him. His words sank into her, and her pulse quickened, a flush spreading across her cheeks. She swallowed, her throat tight with the weight of his gaze, feeling both nervous and excited about what was to come.

Aemond's hand finally moved to hers, his long fingers wrapping around her wrist, guiding her trembling hand down to her own body. He paused for a moment, his eye watching her closely, as if waiting to see if she would resist. But she didn’t. She wanted to follow his lead, wanted to know what this dark game of his would bring.

"Open your legs and touch yourself for me" he commanded softly, his voice a mix of patience and desire.

"How?" she asked innocently.

"Two fingers" he explained. "Little circles on this little bundle of nerves that is placed here" he grabbed her hand and took between her thighs, her fingers touching a soft pearl. "This is your clit."

She blushed. "Now, slowly...push your fingers between your wet folds." he smirked. "Feel what I have felt watching you all these years. Learn to know your own pleasure."

Her fingers trembled as they slid down her stomach, the heat of his gaze burning into her skin. "Touch yourself for me, little niece. Touch yourself and hear my voice" She bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest as her hand slipped lower, between her thighs.

"I touch myself every night before sleeping, thinking about you, your lips, your touch, how you'll be perfect in my bed"

The touch was tentative at first, her fingers grazing lightly over her wet folds. A soft whimper escaped her lips, surprising even herself. She felt her cheeks flush deeply under his intense gaze.

Aemond smirked, watching her with that same predatory gleam in his eye. "Good" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't stop. Show me how you come undone."

His voice was like a command, and she obeyed, her fingers moving with more confidence now into her wet soaked pussy.

She felt herself grow slick with desire, her body responding to the slow, rhythmic strokes of her hand. Aemond's presence beside her, the weight of his gaze, only heightened her arousal, making every touch more electric, more forbidden.

She moaned softly, her fingers circling her sensitive clit, her hips lifting off the bed as waves of pleasure rippled through her. Aemond leaned closer, his lips brushing the side of her neck, his breath hot and steady as he whispered into her ear, guiding her.

"That’s it" he murmured. "Don’t stop. Keep going. Faster."

Her fingers moved quicker in her wet cunt, her breaths coming in short gasps now as the pleasure built inside her, coiling tighter with every movement. She was lost in it, lost in the intensity of the moment, lost in the way her own body responded to the touch, to the sounds of his voice in her ear. "My sweet niece, my little niece..." he whispered. "My little princess who gives pleasure to his uncle's command, such a dirty girl".

Aemond leaned down, kissing her shoulder and tracing a trail of wet kisses until he took one of her nipples between his lips. He sucked it to make it more sensitive and under her soft lips, it immediately hardened. She swelled his fingers deeper and began to go against her with his pelvis. Aemond continued to suck her nipple and with his other hand to stimulate the other. She arched her back, feeling full. His fingers felt good, sliding from her soaking folds in and out making obscene noises and the prince felt his erection growing between his legs.

Gods, how he wanted to fuck her, ruin the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra, about whom he had always had little fantasies. Between them it had always been like this: looks, provocations, but everything had reached the limit when two nights before she had joined him in the library and kissed him whispering to possess her.

He had taken the challenge and brought her there, where he could ruin her without anyone to disturb them.

Now there they were, she under him pleasuring herself by masturbating and him sucking her nipple. Both naked, hot and horny.

The tension in her belly tightened, the heat spreading throughout her body until finally—she came, her body shaking, her moans filling the small chamber.

"Uncle..." she gasped. "You did amazing, little niece."

Aemond’s eye darkened with satisfaction as he watched her fall apart, her fingers slowing as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. For a moment, she lay there, her chest heaving, her mind spinning in the aftermath of her release.

But Aemond wasn’t finished.

He lowered himself down onto the bed, his hands firm on her thighs as he parted them further, his gaze locked onto hers. There was something primal in the way he looked at her now, something dark and hungry that made her heart race all over again.

"Now" he said, his voice deep, full of dark promise, "I will show you how a man pleases a woman."

Her breath hitched as Aemond settled between her legs, his strong hands gripping her thighs to keep them apart. He held her gaze for a long, charged moment before his head dipped down, his lips brushing the inside of her thigh, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin.

She gasped, her body still sensitive from her release, but the anticipation building inside her all over again. Aemond took his time, his mouth moving closer to her core, his breath hot against her slick folds, teasing her, drawing out the moment. She writhed beneath him, her body aching for more, but he was in no hurry.

When his tongue finally found her, it was slow, deliberate. He licked her softly at first, tasting her, savoring the heat and wetness that remained from her earlier release.

She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as her body reacted to his touch, her hips lifting off the bed, but Aemond’s grip on her thighs was firm, holding her in place.

Aemond devoured her and licked her like a hungry man, tongue fucking her hole and tasting that sweet, sticky, white juice. She moaned, arched her back and put a hand between her legs and began to stimulate her clit.

He teased her with long, slow strokes of his tongue, his movements controlled and precise, building her pleasure again but never letting her reach the peak too quickly. Every time she edged closer to release, he would pull back slightly, making her wait, drawing out the tension until it became almost unbearable.

"Aemond" she gasped, her voice trembling, her body aching for release.

She kept stimulating her clit, he kept licking her and that combination was deadly for her. She felt her nipples harden again, her beloved uncle's tongue between things and again that strange sensation.

He smirked against her skin, his tongue circling her clit slowly before he pulled back just enough to speak. "Not yet" he whispered. "You cum when I say."

She whimpered, the heat inside her coiling tighter, her body desperate for more. Aemond, satisfied with her obedience, finally relented, his tongue pressing harder against her, faster now, his lips sucking at her sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers gripped her thighs tighter, holding her still.

Her head fell back against the pillows, her moans louder now, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensations he was giving her. The pleasure built quickly, the tight coil inside her snapping as her second orgasm crashed over her, more powerful than the first. She cried out, her body shaking, her fingers clutching the sheets as Aemond's mouth continued its work, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until she was left breathless and spent.

He lifted his head finally, his lips slick with her arousal, a satisfied, wicked smile on his face.

"You're so beautiful, aroused, wet and ruined by me." he touched her between her legs, her cunt was dripping and she was so sensitive. "You need to be fucked, I can feel it."

The air in the chamber was charged with an intoxicating mixture of lust and tension as Aemond pulled back, his lips slick with the taste of her, a dark, satisfied look in his eye. His niece lay sprawled across the bed, her body trembling from the release he had just coaxed out of her, her breath still coming in shallow gasps. But even as the aftershocks of her pleasure coursed through her, she felt something deeper stirring within—a hunger that hadn’t been sated yet.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him, the way his lean, muscular form moved with such controlled power, his silver hair falling messily around his face. There was something primal in the way he looked at her, like a predator savoring its catch. But beneath that, she could sense the same desire, the same raw need burning inside him.

"Aemond, uncle..."

Her heart pounded as she reached for him, her hands trembling slightly as they rested on his chest. His skin was hot beneath her touch, his muscles tensing under her fingers. She looked up at him, her voice breathy but filled with intent.

"Teach me" she whispered, her eyes locked onto his. "Teach me how a woman pleases a man."

Aemond’s gaze darkened at her words, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it was quickly replaced by a smirk—a dangerous, predatory smile that sent a shiver through her. He reached out and cupped her chin, tilting her face up toward his as he leaned closer.

"You want to learn?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, full of dark promise. "Very well, my sweet niece. I will teach you."

He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, igniting a fire that she could feel burning through her entire body. She moaned against his lips, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer, wanting, needing more.

Aemond's hand moved to hers, guiding her to his hard, erect, long and fat cock. Her eyes widened slightly, her breath hitching at the sight of him. Aemond’s smirk deepened as he watched her reaction, his hand gently guiding her to wrap her fingers around him, showing her how to please him.

"Like this" he murmured, his voice low and strained as her hand moved slowly up and down his length, feeling him grow even harder beneath her touch. "Don’t be afraid. I want to feel you."

She watched his face, mesmerized by the way his jaw clenched, the way his breath hitched with each movement of her hand. The power of it—knowing she could affect him like this, that she could bring him pleasure—sent a thrill through her, making her bold. She quickened her pace, her fingers tightening slightly as she stroked him, feeling his body tense under her touch.

Aemond’s grip on her wrist tightened, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "You’re learning fast" he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "But tonight, I want more than just your hand or your mouth."

Before she could respond, Aemond pushed her back onto the bed, his hands rough but careful as he spread her legs once more, his body settling between them. The weight of him pressed down on her, his skin hot against hers, their bodies aligning in a way that made her gasp with anticipation.

His lips found hers again, a searing kiss that left her dizzy, her hands roaming over the hard planes of his back, her fingers digging into his skin as he teased her entrance with the tip of his cock, not yet entering but hovering just enough to drive her mad with need.

"Do you want this?" he asked, his voice low, dangerous. His eye searched hers, waiting for her answer. "Do you want to be fucked?"

"Yes" she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "Aemond, please... uncle, fuck me."

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her body arching against his, the sensation of him inside her overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that left her breathless. Aemond groaned, his control slipping for a moment as he felt her tighten around him, her body trembling beneath his.

She wasn't virgin anymore.

"Look at me," Aemond whispered, grabbing her face. "You're mine."

He had ruined her, he had taken away all her purity and she… she had wanted all of this.

"So tight, hot and wet... all for me" he muttered through gritted teeth, his breath hot against her neck as he pulled back slightly, only to thrust into her again, deeper this time.

She gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, her fingers tangling in his hair as he set a slow, deliberate rhythm, his hips moving against hers in perfect, practiced control. Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, building on the heat that was already simmering inside her.

Aemond’s gaze never left her, watching the way her face contorted with pleasure, the way her body responded to his every movement. "You feel perfect" he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Like you were made for me."

She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as his thrusts became harder, faster, the pleasure building inside her, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap.

He began to thrust into her like an animal, fucking her pinned to the bed. She began to moan, feeling herself opening up on her favorite uncle's wet cock. She clung to his body, clawing at his back and leaving hickeys on his neck, Aemond buried himself deep inside her wet pussy. She had waited too long and that moment had finally come.

She could feel herself getting closer, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he pushed her closer to the edge.

"Aemond—" she gasped, her nails digging into his skin as she felt the tightness inside her unraveling, the pleasure crashing over her in waves.

He watched her fall apart beneath him, the sight of her coming undone pushing him closer to his own release. His thrusts grew rougher, more erratic, his control slipping as he chased his own pleasure, groaning her name as he buried himself deep inside her one last time, his body tensing as he came.

For a long moment, they lay there, tangled together in the aftermath, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy. Aemond’s forehead rested against hers, his breath warm against her lips as they both came down from the high of their release.

He looked down at her, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face as he smirked, satisfaction evident in his gaze. "You’ve learned well" he murmured, his voice a mix of teasing and pride.

She smiled weakly, her body still trembling, her mind spinning with everything that had just happened. "With a master like you" she whispered, her voice hoarse: "How could I not?"

Aemond chuckled softly, his lips brushing hers in a slow, lingering kiss before he rolled onto his back, pulling her against him.

The night wasn’t over yet, and they both knew it.

She looked at him with perversion in her purple eyes. "Uncle," she whispered, sitting up. "I heard…" she let her gaze wander around the room. "I heard that women don't just sit on the bottom during sex," she rose to her knees, straddling his chest. "Don't you think you've learned too much tonight?" he teased.

"Let's see if I can convince you" she teased. She slowly moved her silver hair behind her back, put two fingers between her lips and sucked them. Aemond, naked and under her, remained watching her. He wanted to see the bad girl he had created. His sweet niece brought her hands to her breasts, began to touch herself and harden her nipples, began to move her hips and Aemond felt her wet pussy on his skin.

"I want to ride you, teach me" she whispered, leaning over him to kiss him with her tongue. "Teach me, uncle."

Aemond grabbed her hips, moving her to his pelvis, she licked her lips. "Lift your hips" he instructed. "And sit on it" a grin formed on his face as she lowered herself onto his cock, filling herself.

She moaned loudly, cupping her breasts with her hands, then sliding them down his toned chest. "Uncle" she moaned. "Move your hips" he murmured, feeling himself buried in her tight pussy again. His sweet niece began to move, over and over, starting to get into a rhythm.

She found herself riding him, feeling his cock buried in her, and moaning with every move. Aemond slapped her ass, making her giggle, and soon after, he moved his hand between her thighs, starting to move over her clit.

She began to pant, riding him faster, the room filled with obscene sounds again and her excitement covered his cock as he emptied himself inside. "Uncle" she whispered amused. "Tomorrow morning we return to the keep" she whispered against his lips. "And I will tell my parents what you did to me" she grabbed his face with one hand.

"So you will be forced to marry me" Aemond whispered. "And I will not have to marry any Lords or one of my brothers" she smiled wickedly.

"But perhaps… before dawn we could fuck a third time?" she asked lying on his chest.

"Do you like it? Do you like sex, mh, little niece?" Aemond asked stroking her hair.

"Only if it's you, Uncle Aemond" she murmured just before kissing him greedily and caressing softly his scar.

[teeskzagain]

» warnings: persistent!jeongin, light sex, voyerism, mentions of lee felix

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . prompt: just the tip?₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

seungmin ver. here

» a/n: okay so this is way long than i meant for it to be...but still, enjoy!

"is yongbok still coming over?" you pick up your phone to check the time, watching the minutes tick by and still no sign of your friend.

jeongin rests idly on the basement couch next to you, eyes trained on the trashy movie you decided to put on, "i'm not sure. he said if his study group took too long, he probably wasn't gonna come."

you shake your head at that fact, nodding while turning back towards the television. you absolutely loved the movie that's playing, seeing as it's one of your all time favorites, and placed your full attention back onto it.

you were so focused on the film that not even the touch of a hand being placed onto your leg caused your gaze to falter. no, it wasn't until a somber voice mumbles softly into the air in which you broke your concentration.

"you're legs are so soft, y/n..." jeongin regards your skin with interest, his hand dragging slowly up and down.

confused by the sudden praise, you fleet your eyes towards your friend, about ready to question the compliment when he spews another.

"really. so soft and smooth, they're beautiful.”

“jeongin…” you’re tone is laced with confusion masked by a short smile, “what has gotten in to you?”

as you ask that, he proceeds to slump down further into the couch cushion, lazy eyes staring at the TV ahead but would curiously bounce between your leg then later to your face. his hand is still aimlessly stroking at your skin.

“y/n-ie,” his own sweet grin, the kind that causes his eyes to crinkle, spreads rapidly across, him almost looking boyish, and innocent, “can i put it in really quick?”

your eyes widen at the words. of course. now the pieces are coming together. his eyes sweeping over towards you every so often, the slouched position, and especially with how handsy he’s been. makes perfect sense, actually.

“jeongin, what the hell!” you whisper-shout, scared that one of his siblings would hear. it doesn’t matter if you two are hanging out in his basement living room, you wouldn’t put it past his younger brother to be eavesdropping.

but even as you throw out caution, jeongin continues to stare up at you with a tilted eyes, lust completely devouring them, “well, can i? it can be just the tip.”

your expression reeks of uneasiness. so, yes, you and jeongin are friends, and have been for quite some time now. recently though, however, your friendship has truly grown in terms of closeness. and by that you mean you two are now occasionally sleeping with each other. but, just as friends.

you glance back over your shoulder towards the staircase to see if anyone had been coming, “aren’t your parents home? and what about your brothers?”

“now you’re worried about them?” he raises an eyebrow, his brisk touches now turning into slight coercion of trying to get you to scoot closer towards him, “it hasn’t stopped us before.”

the loud shush you emit followed by your pointer finger silencing his mouth is enough to make anyone suspicious, but you didn’t care. normally you two would fool around in his closed off, private bedroom. never out in the open.

jeongin lolls his head to side and expels a soft sigh, then a tiny laugh, "you're so weird."

"i'm just trying to be careful." you deadpan with a glare as he twists his neck back towards you with the same lustful gaze.

his attention begins to wander from your face down to your throat, then works his way down from there. over your chest, and to your thighs, his mind starts to get cluttered with all too many thoughts, dragging his bottom lip into his mouth, "oh my......"

that baffles you, "are you serious right now?"

"please, just a quick one, y/n? i'm really not asking for much," he does a passive look to his crotch and even you can't deny the bulge pressing against his shorts, "like, you come over looking like that and expect me not to get a boner? seriously, how could you?"

his words make you shift in your seat, your own nervous habit of biting your lip coming into play. as strong as you're trying to be, you'd be a liar if you said you weren't starting to feel some type of way.

at the moment your face slips, jeongin knew he had you. he tugs harder on your leg, and with the last pull do you bring yourself closer. enough to turn slightly towards his lap.

the corners of his lips spring upright as he helps you up fully on to him, relieving a sigh at the instant contact of your covered core and his bulge, "there you go, just like that."

you move around to get comfortable, though with each adjustment and grazes, jeongin's breath quickens, you leaning to the side to speak closer to his ear, "you better be fast too, jeong. dinner's gonna be ready soon."

a hand of his comes around to grip your ass, steading your movements so he can take control, "mmmm."

with his free hand, he reaches down into his bottoms to whip out his cock, which is already standing tall and permeating slick. god, does he look good.

he scoots your shorts and underwear to the side, him already groaning at what's to come. your eyes squeeze shut from anticipation, and at the moment you feel him start to slip in, you let out a squeal.

"yah, you said it was gonna be just the tip." grunting, you attempt to hold back further noises, noting the fact that you're completely full, stretched wide with no space left. he starts to fuck himself in and out of you.

"yeah....." his eyelids buzz from taking his favorite pussy, "but i always forget how fucking good you always feel."

he thrusts a bit further and this time you can't help the shriek that emits from you. throwing your head up to the ceiling and widening your eyes, you allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure as he takes you whole.

but if only you had simply glanced down just a smidge. then, you would've seen a pair of peeping eyes staring deeply at you, hiding on the stairs, watching the lewd scene unfold.

there stood lee yongbok, mouth agape and shocked face at what was before his eyes. because if he had known any better, he had you in quite a similar position....

just...hours...before...this.

[cvlutos]

"Lost Bet"

| Repost: 01.12.23 | 0.7 K | Mature |

NRC 1st Years X Fem!Reader

| Characters 18+ | Sexual Themes | Smut | Woods | Wolf Knots | Poly | Orgy | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |

You blame Grim.

That dumb, stupid cat that you love so much and if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be in this intense, stupid position. If you hadn’t lost that dumb bet.

Sebek lets you lean against him, holding your wrists tightly, your face flush against his chest, while Jack grips your waist painfully. Fucking your cunt hard and fast, his pelvis smacking against the fat of your ass. Your body jolts with each thrust, your legs shaking and nearly buckling. Your hands clinging to the fabric of Sebek’s uniform, blubbering into his shirt.

"Look at her—takin’ your cock so well." You whimper at the sound of Ace’s hard voice, feeling his fingers drag along your slobbering folds, kneeling beneath your form. You can hear Jack suck in a breath, feeling his thick cock spread you open, his tip nudging at your cervix. "Please—please—please," words blindly tumble from your lips, feeling your world spin, listening to the lustful moans of both Deuce and Epel who jerk each other off. It’s too much.

"You like that—getting fucked in the woods." Ace’s words are blunt and taunting, his tongue running along the place where your dripping hole met Jack’s cock, earning a groan from the wolf beastman. You shake your head, hands clawing at Sebek, begging for any sort of grounding. Trying to get away from Jack’s overstimulating and bruising pace. That had your nails digging into your palms for any sort of grounding. "It’s embarrassing to run away. You lost." Sebek’s voice draws out a desperate whiny moan from you, his breath hot against your ear.

"It’s—not—its," You choke on your words, letting out a strangled sob, feeling Ace’s tongue twirl around your overstimulated bud. "Move over, I wanna taste—That’s okay, right?" You can hear over the sound of wet slapping skin, Deuce moving to where he crouched under you. Hungrily tasting your wet cunt, not waiting for an answer, your hips jerk and you tighten, squeezing Jack like a vice.

"I can’t—I can’t—"

Tears decorate your lashes, Jack’s arms wrapping around your lower half, hoisting you up, earning a groan from both Ace and Deuce. Your head falls back on Jack’s shoulder, rolling your hips, trying to recreate the missing friction. "Make room Jack." You whimper as Sebek grabs at the flesh from under your thighs, pushing them up to your chest. Rubbing his red cock head, collecting your slick before slowly pushing into you.

"Wait—" your panicked voice falls on deaf ears, feeling the burn of Sebek and Jack’s cock, both nuzzled deep within you, your back arching.

Your eyes snap close, feeling your shirt and bra push up past your chest. Another source of stimulation joins as Epel wraps his lips around one of your nipples, bugging at the hardened bud. Ace and Deuce still licking your clit desperately.

"I’m moving." Jack voices with a growl, sliding his dick out and slamming it back into you. Sebek lets out a throaty growl, following his lead with shallower thrusts, cum and slick coating his pale cock. His pupils blown. He forces your knees closer to your chest, quickening his pace.

"I’m—" You can feel the knot tighten, drool slipping past your lips, crying and moaning, one hand tugging at Epel’s hair, the other helping hold your own leg up. Your hips bucking to match the fae and beastman’s bruising pace.

"Go ahead. Cum." Jack’s voice is deep and throaty, the knot snapping, your cunt gushing over Sebek and Jack’s cock. Cum spewing over both Ace and Deuce’s faces. They both ride out your high, feeling both their cocks seeming to swell, Sebek’s face flushing red, smashing his lips into yours, while Jack digs his teeth into your neck. You can feel him spurt his cum inside, his dick pulsing and twitching before he slowly slides out with a groan. Jack’s cum is more violent, a knot forming, keeping his dick deep inside as he fills you up.

"You weren’t supposed to knot her." Sebek watches the milky ring of cum that rests just about Jack’s twitching ball sack, before looking at you. Your head lulling to the side, feeling both Deuce and Ace paint your ass and Epel painting the sides of your exposed stomach.

"Shit—I didn’t do it on purpose—" He looks down at you, still hoisting you up. He would be completely unable to move away until his cocked swelled down.

"At least you’re stuck together." Deuce tries to lighten the mood, earning an eye roll from Ace and a snort from Epel.

"How romantic."

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Instant Gratification

Written alongside the amazingly talented @icebound-imagination

Made with encouragement from @puck-luck

Prompt: You need some instant gratification.

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral receiving, soft sex, dominant guy submissive girl. Proceed with caution.

PART ONE       PART TWO       PART THREE      PART FOUR

PART FOUR

He pulls back only far enough for you to hear his response. “No. You know the rules, you get to cum when I say you can.” “But - I can't,” you whimpered.

“One more minute baby you can do it. Be a good girl for daddy.” As he pressed the showerhead even more on your clit which you didn’t even think was possible. 

You looked down, a whimpering mess, and it all went straight to Quinn’s cock. He finally decided to take mercy on you. “Okay baby girl go ahead.” he said as he removed the shower head again and dived back into your folds. He was sucking as hard as he possibly could on your clit as you grinded down on his face. A string of curse words leaving your mouth as you cried out in pleasure. 

Your body went limp back against the shower wall, the wall was cooling and not helping the nerves in your body being on overdrive. It took the rest of your energy to glance down as Quinn slowly pulled away. Your eyes locked onto his cock, the wet pink tip oozing precum from being neglected so long. Quinn reached behind you to put the showerhead back in its place. Slowly moving behind you, his cock pushing against your folds. You whimpered in pain, overstimulation was close if not already there, and you both knew it. 

“Quinn i- i don’t know if i can.” you whispered. 

“Come on… please baby one more and then we can nap.” He asked as he wrapped his arms around your stomach, kissing down your neck at the fresh hickies still forming from the coach earlier. 

The feeling of Quinn holding you, and the idea of pushing him to the edge one more time is ultimately what makes you nod your head yes. Quinn kisses your cheek softly as he slowly enters from behind. Both of you wincing, from the tightness of your pussy. 

“Fuck even after all that, your still so goddamn tight for me.” As his head rests on your shoulder, as you get used to feeling full again. “Fuck you always feel so ready and tight for me.” As he kisses your shoulder. 

This feels different then everything from before. Before it was about lust and chasing a high as quickly as possible. No this, this was intimate, close, this was one of the reasons you fell for Quinn in the first place. Quinn was someone who really knew how to show his love through every aspect of life. This was another example of Quinn showing his love to you. Your hands and head went to fall against the shower wall in front you, eyes closed enjoying the closeness of Quinn behind you. 

Quinn felt your body finally relax and started pumping slowly in and out of you. He slowly started picking up the pace as he let himself go in the moment. 

“Ahh fuck huggy im close.” you moan as his hand not gripping your hip goes to make soft circles on your clit. His mouth goes all over your neck and shoulder leaving wet soft kisses behind. 

“Me too baby, your doing so good for me, fuck” He mumbles his hand leaves your hip and goes to play with the nipple of your right boob. 

All that can be heard is soft moans, and skin slapping as you both are slowly approaching your climaxes. You can feel Quinns thrusts becoming messier as he becomes closer to his climax which only results in your core pulsing. 

“Okay baby it’s okay let go i'm right behind you.” as he starts slowly sucking your neck and you let go with a soft groan tightening your core. That’s all it takes for Quinn to softly explode in you. Once you and Quinn calm down from your high he pulls out and you whimper from the feeling of full being gone. 

“You did so good, baby let’s get you cleaned up and take that nap I promised you.” as he softly turns you around and kisses you on the lips. You look up at Quinn looking completely fucked out, your legs feel like jelly at this point. 

“Okay Quinny.” As he softly starts helping clean you off and soap your body with your favorite body wash. 

“Do you want me to wash your hair baby?” he asks once he’s down helping you rinse off, and washing his own body with your help. 

“No, I just wanna go back to bed. I washed my hair last night” you say as you reach for the knob to turn the shower off. 

“Okay baby let’s go back to bed.” as he reaches for towels to dry both of yourselves off. Once you make it back to your room, you both change into sweats and you steal one of Quinn’s hoodies as you both climb into bed. You glance at your phone to see the time and start to chuckle to yourself. 

“What’s so funny?” Quinn asks as he lifts his head from your stomach where you were playing with his hair with your other hand. 

“Quinny it’s only 10 AM!” you say with pure shock and also a hint of laughter. 

“Yeah well you're the one who came and found me while I was trying to eat breakfast.” He says as he snuggles deeper into you. 

“Oh shut up you love it when I come to you horny.” you say as you put your phone back on the nightstand. Quinn gets on his knees so he can lay back down and be on the same level as you. 

“I love every part of you baby forever and always.” as you both snuggle deeper into each other and you're almost completely asleep when you hear Quinn's voice.

“Hey you know since it’s so early once we wake up we can always go for round 2.” As he snuggles deeper into your neck and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. Your hands find his curls to play with as a  light chuckle leaves your lips.

“Round 2? You mean like round 4?” you say with a light laugh leaving your lips, eyes still closed the tiredness from everything finally catching up to you.

“I mean…” his voice going an octave high then it was previously “Same thing right baby.” he says removing himself from your neck momentarily so that he can look down at you. You open your eyes from the feeling of him moving to see a wide grin on his face.

“We’ll see about that big shot.” you say as you both lean in for a quick peck. Finally settling down and falling asleep in each other's arms, exhaustion finally catching up to both of you.

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Love Galore - Recom Lyle Wainfleet

reader is a recom just not a solider like the others!! also Mansk isn’t like totally stone cold in this

pairing - recom lyle wainfleet x recom! afab! reader

cw! alcohol consumption, semi hate sex, spanking, slight dom/sub (?), sexual use of Corporal

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

You knew the entire Recom team didn’t see why they needed to bring you along on missions, but out of all of them, the most irritated by your presence was Corporal Wainfleet.

It was a shame he was so apprehensive when it came to you, you thought. He wasn’t your ideal type but he wasn’t the worst looking when it came to all of the other options you had.

But it was a fantasy you’d never share with anyone, not even your closest friends. How could you admit to someone what you thought of him? Hell, you couldn’t even put into words what it was that made you want the stupid marine.

Maybe it was power he held as Corporal. Or rather the power that he held naturally. Like Colonel Quaritch, Wainfleet was someone you felt, emanated a dangerous sense of prowess.

Perhaps it was one of those things, but you didn’t fear or respect him like you should’ve if it was. As your superior, you should’ve at least an ounce of high regard for Lyle. But how could you when he acted as foolish as he did.

But maybe that was it. Maybe your anger towards him had changed. What had been hatred at first, turned into pent up sexual frustration towards Lyle. Even for yourself, it was hard fact to accept. That you had so much rage towards Lyle, that it turned you on.

You bit your lip at the thought, remembering yesterday’s events. The afternoon before was full of unrelenting bitching from the Corporal, who was assigned the task of taking you out into to the forest to collect samples for your research.

At first you were as equally annoyed as Wainfleett that he had to accompany you, but he was more capable than his other colleagues when it came to keeping an eye on you. After all every one of fellow marines knew about his fairly obvious attraction towards you. Everyone knew but you.

So when asked by one of the other scientists, the soldiers all volunteered Lyle to escort you. Leaving you both to fantasize the Corporal pinning you against the forest floor and fucking you senseless. It was a desperate scenario for the both of you, fueled only by your constant arguing and attitudes towards one another.

You both left the forest with needs unfulfilled as you hastily parted ways to quickly get off before you two pounced on each other, not knowing if the other felt the same way.

It was almost too much at times. Not knowing if you should advance on the feelings you had or keep quiet until you two eventually gave in and slept with someone you didn’t want.

The nervousness was surprising for Lyle, he was a seasoned soldier, trained to be confident in both combat and society. So why couldn’t he muster up the balls to finally make a move, even if it was a shitty one.

The Corporal often found himself confused and frustrated by his feelings. He should only be angered by you, with your stupid degree that came from your human. You acted like you were better than him, like you knew things about himself that he didn’t.

It pissed Lyle off, even now when he thought about it. Letting his anger get the best of him, he turned to the booze provided by a recent shipment.

Sitting in the cafeteria styled break room of the Recom unit, Lyle guzzled down drink after drink, thanking his Na’vi body for providing a tolerance to the now weak human alcohol. He’d never imagined himself in a situation like this, drinking over someone he could crush so easily.

Feeling his mind drift from anger to lust, Lyle stood from his seat, not wanting to be caught by someone as his shorts tightened with a hard on. Quickly, Lyle left the room and began to make his way down the hall towards his room.

Before he could make it past Brown’s room, he slowed, watching as your door opened. Lyle felt something flutter in his belly but shook it off as the beer and continued down the hall.

He was going to ignore you as he walked past but stopped when Mansk exited your room. He could tell you two were laughing about something, but he didn’t care what.

All Lyle could feel, was jealousy. What the hell was Mansk doing in your room and why were you two so happy. He could feel his heart begin to pound and his ears began ringing, adrenaline coursing through his body.

Ignoring Mansk as he dipped his head in respect for his superior, Lyle moved to stand before you, breathing labored as he struggled to catch his breath. He could tell you were becoming irritated, not knowing why Lyle was just standing there, his eyebrows knit and ears pinned back.

By the time Lyle’s ears had stopped ringing, he could tell you’d been trying to question him, with your mouth agape and arms crossed.

“What do you want Wainfleet, you’re creeping me out.” Lyle felt his knees weaken to the sound of your voice. He wanted to shut you up, keep your insults quiet as he made you whimper and moan his name.

The thoughts plagued his mind even more when you stepped forward, readying another insult to throw at him. Without thinking, Lyle grabbed you by your arm, shoving you back into your room as he slammed the door behind him.

He’d officially pissed you off now, forgetting about the fun time you and Mansk had cracking jokes while you fixed something of his.

You quickly steadied yourself and looked towards Lyle, his expression stern and he stepped towards you. “What the hell was Mansk doing in here?” Lyle’s voice was low and breathless as envy for Mansk seeped into his entire being.

If you weren’t so surprised by Lyle’s outburst, you would have found yourself becoming more and more aroused by his tone. Not paying attention, you found yourself becoming cornered by Lyle, his eyes narrowed as his ears perked up to the sound of your voice.

“What?” You voice was meek, but not with fear for Lyle, fear for allowing him to read just how much you were enjoying what he was doing. Bringing himself to a full stop, Lyle leaned forward, his tail swishing behind him in excitement.

Feeling your heart drop you looked away Lyle, knowing full well that he had heard in your voice, the want you were hiding. Lyle wanted to jump for joy as he peered down to find you squeezing your thighs together, hoping to get off right then and there.

Looking up at you, Lyle swallowed dryly when he found that you were already looking at him, eyes half lidded as you let out a needy sigh. In an instant you two were on each other, lips colliding in a desperate kiss and you both grabbed and groped whatever flesh was available.

Stumbling forward, you allowed Lyle to press you against your bed, wanting him to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. Pulling away, you watched as Lyle quickly tore his shorts down, precum staining the front of his tight boxers.

Before you could make a snide remark about Lyle being that hard for you, he flipped you onto your stomach and shoved your hips forward. Grabbing your waist, Lyle pinned you against the bed as he used his other hand to drop your bottoms, sucking in a breath when he’d seen that you hadn’t worn any underwear under them.

“Don’t tell me you were planning on doing this for Mansk?” Lyle grinned hearing you whine a ‘no’ in response. Wanting to tease you further, Lyle shifted his arm and spanked your cunt from behind, chuckling when you slightly from the impact. Moving your head, you looked back at Lyle, shivering when he looked at you.

Smirking, Lyle opened his mouth so he could tease you again. “Yeah? Then who’d you do this for?” Bucking your hips, you looked away shyly before reluctantly answering him, knowing better than to not. “For you, Corporal.”

Satisfied with your answer, Lyle pressed his leaking tip to your fluttering hole, Lyle leaned forward, his chest pressed against your back as you scrambled to grab onto something. Moving to grab your hips once again, Lyle pressed his hips against yours, grip tightening when he heard you gasp as your cunt began to envelop his cock.

Barely halfway in, Lyle moved his hips back, completing pulling out before pushing back in. You mewled as this time, Lyle pushed in entirely, letting you clench around him for a moment before pulling out again.

Then Lyle suddenly slammed back into you, completely bottoming out as you struggled to catch the breath that had been forced out of you.

You whimpered, feeling Lyle roughly forced your hips back against his, wanting to get as deep as he could. Hearing you moan from the foreign feeling of his tip squishing against your womb, Lyle groaned, wanting to give in to his body and cum before he even got started with you.

Lyle rocked his hips forward before beginning to pull out again. You whimpered at the loss of feeling so full and tried to push back, hoping to encourage Lyle to push back inside of you.

Immediately, Lyle reached back to spank your cunt, coaxing a soft whine from your throat. “You gonna stop movin’ now?” Lyle questioned, needing you to be obedient for him.

Defeated, you mustered up your voice and quietly said ‘yes’. But Lyle wasn’t pleased, instead he opted to you another quick slap to the pussy. “Yes what?” Lyle wasn’t planning to drag it further than this but it was so tempting. You were all his now and he was gonna make sure you knew it.

You gripped the sheets tighter, knowing exactly what Lyle wanted to hear you say. “Yes, Corporal.” Lyle quickly rewarded you by roughly pressing his cock into you. You moaned softly before bucking your hips backwards, wanting Lyle to ravage you like you wanted.

Taking the obvious hint, Lyle began to slowly thrust into you, pushing his cock deep inside before pulling out again. You couldn’t take it anymore and turned your head to beg Lyle to speed up. Immediately, Lyle quickened his pace, his grip on your hips tight as he roughly shoved himself inside of you over and over again.

Moaning, you let go of the sheets beneath you and folded your arm up, weakly grabbing the back of Lyle’s neck. Feeling you try to steady yourself, Lyle slowed his pace, letting you rock forward from his still rough thrusts. Once you were ready, Lyle sped up, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt his orgasm approach.

Not paying attention until felt you suddenly tense beneath him. Lyle had literary struck gold, quickly angling his hips in order to stimulate your g-spot. He didn’t even bother to correct you when frantic moans left your mouth, accompanied by a frenzied swarm of ‘Lyle, oh Lyle’’s.

You felt Lyle sloppily stuff himself deep inside of you and begin to rut against you. The feeling was bliss as Lyle reached down to rub his thumb against your clit. You felt the weight in your stomach give way and a sense of euphoria wash over you as you clenched tight around Lyle’s cock and came. Not a moment afterwards, Lyle forced himself forward, pressing your hips as far against the bed as they could go as his cock twitched inside, painting your walls white.

You both continued to shudder against each other, your pussy still fluttering around Lyle as you milked him. Finally Lyle released your hips and relaxed on top of you, allowing you to rest for a little while as you caught your breath. Silently you moved lifted your hand from Lyle’s neck and cupped his cheek blindly.

Turning your head to look at him, watching as Lyle leaned into your touch. Before you could smile to yourself you remembered just the position you were in and pinched Lyle’s cheek with a frown. Annoyed, he looked at you, not wanting to open his mouth to question you.

“Don’t fall asleep like this.” You chuckled watching Lyle huff as he begrudgingly moved to stand and pull out of you. Grumbling under his breath, Lyle lifted your bottom half up and onto the bed, silently telling you to move over before climbing into bed beside you and pulling the covers over you two.

Before you could find a way to tease Lyle, he threw his arm around your waist and pulled you against him, effectively shutting you up as sleep and Lyle took over your brain.

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[cryptictongues]

Beyond Our Vessels

pairing: Barnabas Tharmr x Sleipnir Harbard x Fem!Reader rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI; 18+) word count: 4.4k summary: Barnabas lets you and Sleipnir enjoy each other and realizes something along the way.

warnings: porn without plot (this is pretty self-indulgent LOL), polyamory, threesome, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, minor pain play, making out, body worship, voyeurism

Author's Note: Spoilers about Barnabas's background and connections, and some mentions of things revealed from FFXVI Ultimania. Going to put an Ultimania spoiler note at the end for those interested. Nothing crazy, but of course read with caution!

Also, I wrote this in Barnabas's POV so please forgive me if some parts sound strange. It is something new I'm trying out.

[AO3 link]

Barnabas Tharmr is a patient man. Through his stoicism and endurance, he has learned that patience is everything and in time the things he commands will fall into place. While others are one step ahead, he is three steps further; calculating every possible move that would fall into his lap and how he would bend it to his liking. He is patient because he knows he is always in control, which brings him to the displays of affection happening right before him. 

Here he is sitting in his chair in the corner of his chambers, watching you and Sleipnir kiss hungrily: with Sleipnir on top of you palming at your breasts, while you keep your hands in his silver hair and rub your thighs together to relieve the want stirring between them. To see the both of you so needy for one another, the two people he trusts and loves with his whole being, is the most beautiful thing he has ever witnessed. 

Barnabas Tharmr can’t deny that he is a possessive man, especially when it comes to you. So much as a look from another man in your direction is a reason for punishment of the highest order, as no one is to look at you with such lust and need. You are his, and his alone… until now.

Barnabas had found you during his time in Kanver after their fight for independence was over. You were a barmaid, serving ale to the Kanver army and citizens in celebration. He was captivated by many things: the way you made barmaid garb look elegant and how you had the voice of an angel when you sang songs local to the area, just to name a couple. However, the one thing that absolutely drove him mad was the innocence you exuded; an innocence he so desperately wanted to break… and he did just that. He brought you to his kingdom, made you his queen, spoiled you with all the luxuries he could grant you, and had you submit to him at your own will, which you willingly gave away with his own when you both became Akashic to better serve his Master. Since then, you and Sleipnir have been the only two members in his council that mattered; everyone else disposable.

You and Sleipnir’s devotion to him is undeniable, serving him in all ways that he commands willingly. However, over time, he had noticed subtle shifts between the two of you. Sleipnir was often ordered to keep watch over you when he was away, and every time he would come back he would sense the atmosphere was different. He had always conjured it up as you both grew closer due to such close proximity, which pleased him regardless.

It wasn’t until one night where he had woken up to your dream induced whimpers and curses that he knew the connection between you and his lord commander was much deeper than anticipated. He remembers hearing Sleipnir’s name as more pretty sounds would fill the room. He remembers thinking he should be enraged that you were dreaming of another, yet all he felt was the immense thrill that ran straight to his cock at the thought of watching Sleipnir take you. 

To say you were surprised when he approached you on the matter is an understatement, for you had broken down and fallen to your knees, confessing that the love you have for him extends to his second-in-command. You cried that you had tried to push the wavering feelings down, as he was everything you needed and wanted and more, but the harder you would push, the faster it would spring back up. He felt he should be angry at what would be considered emotional infidelity, but instead he had knelt down and cradled you in his arms, whispering in your ear how he wasn’t upset and how much he loves you. In his mind, he kept thinking maybe the soft spot in his heart for Sleipnir makes this so easy to forgive, even when there was nothing to be forgiven. 

Little did he know, it was much more than that.

A gasp brings Barnabas back to the moment, and he sees Sleipnir inserting one of his long fingers into your pretty cunt, leaving your mouth agape as you watch him play with you. He is leaning over you as he draws his finger in and out of you, cupping your face as he seemingly whispers words between shared kisses. Barnabas takes notice of one of your hands traveling down to Sleipnir’s cock, running your fingertips along the sensitive flesh. He is mesmerized at the chemistry the two of you have, both loving each other in rhythm. 

Sleipnir leans down towards your ear, muttering something Barnabas can’t decipher. Your head turns towards him as a second finger slips in, and his fists clench in self-control as your face contorts with a moan. He can feel his cock straining in his trousers but refuses to palm himself. He just tilts his head, admiring the sounds and faces you make as Sleipnir continues to get you ready for his own cock. Barnabas can tell you are overwhelmed with both the pleasure you are receiving while having to look at him, and he wants to see you fall apart.

“Sleipnir, why don’t you prepare our sweet angel with your tongue?” Barnabas suggests, causing your eyes to go big. 

Sleipnir looks at Barnabas from your neck, and grins. “As you wish, my liege.”

He sits back further in his seat as he observes Sleipnir make his way down your body, placing open mouthed kisses on your skin. Your head turns back to him only for him to seize your chin to keep it facing Barnabas. “Keep your eyes on your majesty. Let him watch as I please you.” 

Barnabas keeps his eyes on you, and knows instantly when Sleipnir’s tongue makes contact with your delicate flower: eyelids heavy, chest rising and falling more rapidly, and lips parted as sweet little moans enter his ears. Your hands reach down to Sleipnir’s hair, pulling the strands causing him to hum into your cunt and trail his free hand from your chin to your thigh, squeezing the flesh. 

“Oh stars please, Sleipnir!” You moaned, pushing his face more into your heat. Sleipnir picks up his pace, ravaging you in a way that has you squirming. This only makes Barnabas groan at the push and pull game the two of you are playing, and he decides to take a closer look. He stands from his seat, walking over to you two with the primal urge to be close. He kneels beside you, cupping your face in his hands before gently kissing you, a big contrast to the animalistic actions Sleipnir is performing between your thighs. A gasp from you breaks the kiss slightly, making Barnabas look to the cause. He sees how Sleipnir is devouring you, mouth sucking on your clit and fingers working you open, a third one being added to the mix sometime during his escapades. Watching him pleasure you in this manner feels so different and new, and it feels so right. 

Barnabas turns back to you, seeing how your eyes have not left him. He smiles wickedly, loving the way you are being so obedient to the two of them. “How are you faring, my dear? Is he making you feel good?”

You nod, a small curse leaving your lips at what he knows is from Sleipnir’s doing. “Hmmm feels so exquisite with his tongue, doesn’t he? Especially if he is making absolute sin drip from your own.” 

“Yes, my king! He feels so good!” You praise, causing a loud groan to hit your clit from Sleipnir which only makes you grow louder. 

Barnabas looks over at Sleipnir and to see the sight of his lord commander up close consuming your cunt with his fingers buried deep inside you is a sight to behold. While he cannot see the vigor of Sleipnir’s fingers, he can see him going back and forth from his pinkish gray lips sucking your pretty pearl to his tongue caressing it to make you last evermore. It’s hard to tear his eyes away from the glorious sight, but that sight will have to wait. After all, he wants to watch you surrender to the rapture you are about to fulfill.

He turns back to you, hands going to your cheeks, so your focus stays on him. He feels your hands wrap around his wrists, a grip of a thousand men clutching for dear life at your impending release. He can feel himself smile, teeth and all, for the desperation and need of release from you is apparent. And he is more than willing to give it to you. 

“Are you going to let go, my beloved? Are you going to give your lord commander the nectar he starves for?” A whine comes out of you, eyes shutting and head turning to the side. He is quick to turn your head back facing his, one hand leaving to grasp the back of your head by your hair. “Oh no, we can’t have that. You will keep your eyes on me when you finish.” 

Barnabas is barely holding on, the pout and tremble of your lips from the overwhelming stimulus happening makes him want to finish you off himself. But once again, he is a patient man. He will wait for Sleipnir to give you your first release of the night. A sudden gasp comes from you and a shake of your head starts as you start to fall over the edge. “Mmmm goodness Sleipnir please!” You wailed, the grip on Barnabas’s wrist growing tenfold with nails digging into his skin. He moans, the pain feeling so good, and he goes down to kiss you, swallowing your cries as Sleipnir draws you out of your orgasm. 

Barnabas feels movement on his right and releases your lips to see Sleipnir sitting up from your thighs, lips glistening with your arousal and hair a mess from your earlier pulling. He holds up the fingers that were once in your cunt and moves forward to bring them to your lips. “Open up.” Barnabas sits you up, and watches you lean over to lick your juices from Sleipnir’s fingers, purring at the taste as you clean them off. “That’s it, our sweet angel. Clean up your mess.” Sleipnir murmurs, a trance apparent at the way you work your tongue. 

Barnabas can’t keep his eyes off Sleipnir in this moment. Watching his chest rise and fall as he watches you, swollen, wet lips agape, small amounts of perspiration on his body. He looked like an absolute God, and Barnabas could feel something snap in his chest as realization dawned on him. He loves him. 

Barnabas loves Sleipnir. He created him to fill the loneliness and the void; to always have someone by his side for all time. When he doesn’t have the words, it is Sleipnir that knows what he is thinking. It is Sleipnir who knows what action needs to take place before Barnabas commands it. Before you, it was Sleipnir who protected Barnabas from his fears. His lord commander has always held a special place in Barnabas’s heart and the realization of those feelings have led to this moment: that the love he has for Sleipnir goes beyond companionship. 

Sleipnir’s focus is on Barnabas, curiosity in his eyes as he awaits his king’s next move. This sets Barnabas off, for he was going to admire the beautiful being before him so help him. He is quick to take his trousers off, now fully naked, and gets on the bed kneeling by your side. Barnabas takes no time at all to grab Sleipnir by the back of his neck, and bring him down for a deep kiss. He feels Sleipnir encircle his arms around his waist, pulling him in closer and urging him to keep going. Barnabas growls, biting Sleipnir’s bottom lip causing him to grunt, granting him full access to his taste; tongues greeting one another for the first time in 47 years. It feels so natural, and all he can think is that this is right. The three of you together as it should be. As it should have always been. 

He pulls away from Sleipnir’s lips, now looking more swollen and glossier than before, and he can’t help the genuine smile that forms. Sleipnir huffs out a laugh, his hand reaching up Barnabas’s cheek to soothe the handsome wrinkles under his eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this. How long I’ve waited for you, my king.” Barnabas thinks that Sleipnir deep down must have known it would come to this and must have known his feelings for him early on. The corners of his mouth turn up, the fingers of his free hand trailing to meet the hand on his cheek to bring it to his lips. “Forgive me for my late realization.” He mutters through the kisses on Sleipnir’s fingers. “For my ignorance nearly led me astray from you, my star.”

It feels like they are both in that position forever before Barnabas senses a shift on the bed, and next thing he knows his cock is being touched. He looks in between him and Sleipnir to see you on your knees beside the two of them, one cock in each hand and slowly stroking them in sync. He can only chuckle, seeing you serve your King and Lord Commander during a sentimental moment. Such a naughty little thing. 

“It seems someone wants attention.” He hears Sleipnir snicker. All you do is smile innocently, and Barnabas leans down to press a sweet kiss against your lips. “You’ve been so patient, my dear.” He goes to leave a kiss on your temple. “You’ve cooled down quite a bit.” He goes to kiss under your ear. “Would you like us to warm you back up?” 

“Yes, my darling. I beg you. I beg the both of you.”

Barnabas acts fast, crawling to rest against the headboard before grabbing you swiftly. He gets a yelp and a fit of giggles from you before settling you in between his legs, your back against his chest with his cock snug against your lower back. He keeps his head on your shoulder as he watches Sleipnir approach you on his hands and knees, crawling to you like a lion about to go in on the hare. He sets his thighs under your knees and starts to rub your thighs up and down. “My Queen, is this truly what you want? You shall only receive what you wish.” 

Barnabas watches you nod determinedly. “I want you, Sleipnir Harbard. I want all of you.”

Barnabas observes Sleipnir slowly push inside your cunt, a soft gasp leaving your lips at the intrusion. He watches as you open up, the preparation serving well for his new lover’s cock. While Barnabas’s cock is well-sized, girthy and uncut, Sleipnir’s cock is undoubtedly longer with protruding veins, so he knows it’ll rub against areas that will have you feeling enlightened.

Barnabas wraps his arms around your waist as Sleipnir goes at a leisurely pace, his hands gripping the crease of your hips. Barnabas takes this time to drink you in, kissing your neck gently to start and letting his hands knead your tummy. You keen as he continues his trail, starting to nip at your skin as Sleipnir grows notably faster in his pace as your lower back starts to grind into Barnabas’s cock. He trails his hands up your tummy to your breasts, deciding to knead them roughly, causing you to whimper at the treatment. He senses Sleipnir pick up the pace again, rocking his cock in and out in a smooth rhythm. This only makes Barnabas up the antics, biting down on your neck hard enough to leave indents of his teeth all the while taking your pebbled nipples between his fingers and pulling on them. 

“MMMM Barnabas!” You choked out, and Barnabas chuckled against your neck, letting go of the skin of your neck to lick it soothingly. “My little masochist.” He tugs at your nipples harder, making you squirm in his hold. “It’s no wonder you chose an old sadist like me.” He continues playing with your sensitive nipples as he watches Sleipnir continue to take you, soft grunts leaving his lips every so often. 

“How does our sweet angel feel, my pet?” Barnabas asks, curious as to what is playing through his lord commander's head. 

“She feels absolutely delicious, my liege.” 

“Delicious?” Barnabas smirks. “If she feels as such, why aren’t you showing her?”

Sleipnir simper’s, leaning forward slightly. “I’m simply enjoying the view, my liege.” He leans down, placing a gentle kiss against Barnabas’s lips, juxtaposing the roughness of his cock entering your cunt, causing a cry to leave your lips. “I’ve been left speechless.”

“You may not be as loud now, but don’t worry.” Barnabas lets go of your nipples, wrapping one arm back around your torso while his free hand wraps around Sleipnir’s throat, a soft gasp leaving his lips. “Next time, it’ll be you who begs for release at the mercy of myself and our queen.” He growls. “Now, give her what she wants.”

Sleipnir groans deeply. “As you wish, your majesty.” 

Barnabas lets go of his neck and the first thing Sleipnir does is go down to you, kissing you deeply as his cock continues ravaging you. The particular thrust of Sleipnir’s hips affects both you and Barnabas; a shriek of pleasure at a certain spot Sleipnir hits inside you and a loud moan from the gravity of his thrust pushing you further into Barnabas’s cock. Barnabas can feel himself in need, needing to worship his lovers as they take on one another, for it exhilarates him knowing the both of you love each other in the same way he loves you both. 

He maneuvers his arms in a way that allows each of his hands to weave his fingers into yours and Sleipnir’s hair. He pushes both faces together, watching as you and Sleipnir swallow each other’s sounds. The sound of panting kisses and the wet smacking of Sleipnir’s hips is driving Barnabas insane, and so he pulls them apart so he can bring Sleipnir down to his own lips. They both groan hotly, heavy breathing intaking them as their tongues battle for the others' mercy. Barnabas feels you tilt your head back, feeling your eyes on him and Sleipnir as he claims the latter. He releases Sleipnir, their lips stringing saliva, and goes down to meet your lips to give the same treatment. You whimper against his lips as he claims them, and he feels your hand rest against his jaw, scratching against his facial hair lightly. He notices Sleipnir move his head in his grip, and he decides to push his head down to the crux of your neck. Barnabas captures your gasps, glancing down to see Sleipnir nipping love bites into your skin, small pink marks forming.

Barnabas pulls away, and stares at your blissed out expression. You have never looked more beautiful than you do now, and all he thinks is you deserve everything, especially for bringing all three of you together like this. He clutches his fingers in your hair a little harder, making sure your focus is on him. “Tell me how your lord commander is making you feel? I want to hear you say it.” He bids, but you only twist and turn, making Sleipnir push against your hips to hold you down against Barnabas. Your hands latch around Sleipnir’s back, your head falling on his shoulder. Next thing Barnabas witnesses is Sleipnir lifting his head, a shuddering smile on his face; the same one Barnabas equips when he is the one worshiping you. One of his hands leaves your hips and travels to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it and pushing lightly so your neck would stop turning away. “That wasn’t a request, my queen.” Sleipnir hums. “It’s an order from your king. Tell him, tell us, how I’m pleasuring you.”

“You feel incredible!” You sobbed. “You both do I- It’s too much.”

“But not enough.” Barnabas hums into your ear. “Next time, you’ll get to have both of us and our spends. At the same time.” You start to shake, and he can see how his words are reeling your excitement. “But for now, clench your walls on him. Let him really feel you.” 

He knows you are doing as you’re told because Sleipnir starts to grunt obscenities, his hand going back to your hip. Barnabas takes the opportunity to let go of both heads, throwing one arm back around your torso and letting his free hand run past the two bodies of his lovers, landing right on your clit as he starts to rub small, tight circles. A sob leaves your lips, a telltale sign that you were right there. 

“My king, I can’t hold on much longer. Please let me be relieved!” You cried, your hands coming to clutch on his arm holding you to him. 

He kisses behind the shell of your ear, nipping and licking slightly at the cartilage to tease you further before he gives in to your desire for release. “Let go for us, my dear.”

He watches as your climax takes over you, seemingly possessing you mind, body, and soul as your back arches against him. He sees Sleipnir is at his wits end, his hips pistoning back and forth brutally as he rides out your release. Barnabas smirks, as seeing Sleipnir Harbard, his lord commander, his newfound lover, utterly tranced by you makes him feel euphoric. 

“My dear, why don’t you help our star out, hm?”

You nod, and your hands let go of Barnabas’s arms to wrap back around Sleipnir again, pulling him in closer with the back of your heels. His breath hitches as he goes forward, his hands catching himself as they plant on the mattress on either side of Barnabas’s thighs. Barnabas moves his arms so you and Sleipnir’s chests touch, wanting the two of you as close to each other as possible. He lets his hands go down to Sleipnir’s hands, stroking them as you work on Sleipnir’s release.

Barnabas can vaguely hear what you are saying, your voice low in Sleipnir’s ear as you coax him. All Barnabas can think of is how you and himself can bring such a snarky, matter of fact being into such a submissive state. The way he is gasping and muttering a variety of affirmations, like he is begging for you to give him what he needs, brings a whole new side to him. Barnabas feels like he has fallen in love all over again. 

Barnabas leans over your shoulder, Sleipnir’s other ear available, and whispers his command. “Release inside her. Fill her with your love as I do.”

That is all Sleipnir needed, a chain reaction setting off as Sleipnir moans hoarsely as he releases his spend into you, causing you to whine as another orgasm hits you from the constant stimulation of his cock. His arms give out, Barnabas catching him by wrapping his arms around him alongside your own. “You two did so well.” Barnabas praises, his hands going to rub your side and Sleipnir’s back. There is only heavy breathing in response, bearings working to be met as everyone calms down their hearts. 

Sleipnir is the first to move, placing kisses on both you and Barnabas’s lips before slowly pulling out of your cunt, a groan leaving your lips in the process. Sleipnir flops graciously on the bed, sighing with utter thrill as his eyes rest for a moment. Barnabas goes to move you to the side when you turn in his hold, going to your knees in front of him. He is perplexed for a moment, only to see you staring at his hard cock.

“My darling, you didn’t get to have a release. Let us please you.”

This perks Sleipnir up, rolling over to his front to crawl over. “Yes, my liege. We want you to feel as good as we do.”

Barnabas laughs and shakes his head. “In due time. I can assure you both that I am completely satisfied. Let’s rest for a moment, only then will I let the two of you have your way with me.” 

You and Sleipnir look at each other, smiles plastering in agreement. You move off the bed, ushering Sleipnir to go back to his side of the bed. “Okay, but at least be in the middle so we can both love you.” 

Something shifts in Barnabas’s chest, a sense of belonging settling in deeply. He inclines, moving to the middle of the bed and under the covers where Sleipnir is already settled in. Sleipnir latches to him, his left arm wrapping around Barnabas’s torso. Barnabas feels another weight on the bed, his right shoulder now being used as a pillow as you snuggle up close to him. There is a buzzing throughout the room; hums, sighs, and gentle kisses summoning a calm atmosphere. Barnabas has never felt so complete; to be adored and loved like this by the two people he considers home is elating. 

He can hear Sleipnir lightly snoring, a dreamlike state having taken over him. Barnabas turns his head to you and goes to kiss your forehead. You purr, stretching into him as your eyes open to meet his. He reaches his free hand to your face, brushing your cheek with his knuckles as he admires your glow. He is so in love with you, especially in this moment.

“Thank you.”

Your eyes glint, confusion striking them. “For what, my king?”

“For bringing the three of us together, for if you hadn’t, I’m afraid a part of my heart would have never unlocked.”

You move up slightly, and kiss his lips, both of your hands on his cheeks. Your lips linger against his own as your next words flow. “Thank you for opening up your heart for us. He has loved you for a long time, just as I have.”

Barnabas sighs against your mouth and moves to lay his head into the crook of your neck. “I truly love you both. I adore and admire you both. I hope you know this.” Your chest vibrates, your hand still holding onto his face. “I know because I love you. I love him. I love us three.” 

“It is us three beyond our vessels.”

Ultimania Spoiler Note: Sleipnir was created in the Year 826 when Barnabas was 18 using Odin's magick, meaning up to Year 878, they have been together for 52 years. This story takes place in 873 only because I felt like in 878 a lot is happening.

[cursedomain]

His Obsession.

-In which, you tried to break up with Suguru thinking you out grew him. It turned out, he thought other wise.

-MDNI

-Explicit content ahead, warning advised.

The cold room, the spare room specifically that is.  From a normal look, it was just a door that stayed shut to any visitor, new or old. The door was never opened, in the back of his friend’s minds they were curious but never enough to ask. It was never their business, so it was always just peak curiosity.

You knew what that room was like though. You lived in it. The door remained locked when the guests were over. It was a key lock and the side you were on had no lock or even a keyhole. The only way in was through the key on the opposite side.

Your wrists hurt; you looked down shuffling the chains on them. You gave a dry laugh but kept it low because you know if any noise came out of the room, you would know the repercussions severely. It crossed your mind that if you did run maybe, you could make it out, but at what cost if you would die soon after?

“What to do…” You spoke lowly to yourself; your voice had no emotion. You stopped feeling emotions long ago.

A few months ago, you had a beautiful relationship with your now ex. That was until you thought it was best to end it and move your separate ways. You didn’t find anyone else, and he was genuinely a good boyfriend as well. You just felt you were slowly wanting different things and wanted to be on good terms.

His smile faded when you suggested to break up. He attempted to fight for you and told you he would do better, but you refused, you made up your mind. You wish now though that you weren’t so stubborn because you haven’t left his house since that night months ago.

This room, it was your room. It had a small light in the corner so the guests couldn’t see it, but it was, so you weren’t in the consistent dark. It was a two-story mansion. Prior to the breakup the room was a back up for his art room, so no one ever saw it anyway. But with the recent cautions he has made to his friends and family it was more intriguing.

The party held tonight was to celebrate his friend Satoru, who had received a promotion. He finally made Satoru his official business partner which in turn, Satoru worked hard for it. You would have loved to congratulate him as you were friends with him as well before the relationship with Suguru.

There was a clock, Suguru said he would be beside you at 11 pm sharp. He never did lie; it was 10 till 11. You sighed shifting the chains again. He would be there soon to take them off and lie in your lap and tell you everything that happened, and how he wished you never tried leaving him so he didn’t have to keep you here. You were his rock, and he had no intention of letting his rock leave.

Your thoughts halted when the door clicked, he was here, 11 pm sharp. He opened the door, freshly showered and his hair still a bit damp. He shut the door and placed a plate of food down before turning the main light on. He said nothing, he usually would greet you, so this was odd.

Once he was done turning everything on, he walked over to you, unlocking the chains. You slipped them off and massaged your wrists. He still was mute, which bothered you.

“Sugu- “You started to speak and his gaze met yours, it was dark and cold. You decided to stop speaking and eat the food he had brought you.

It was some steak, medium rare how you liked it, and some mashed potatoes. It was delectable but you made no comment as he was in a very eerie mood. He sat at the desk chair across from the bed, watching you intently.

Once you finished you placed your plate on the bedside table and stared at your hands, waiting for him to break the silence.

“You know,” He started to speak, his voice was deep, it seemed cold as well. “You really know how to make my mind clouded, my sweet little cat.” His words could make someone think he was so in love, but they were words from someone who was consumed with obsession, maybe even fully lust. Did he lust for you? Yes, he very much did. But you were his greatest obsession by far.

“I apologize.” That was all that could come out of your mouth. Which in his mind was extremely pathetic. You should be a bit more into that apology and you noticed he wasn’t content with your words, so you moved to your knees by his side and rest your head on his lap. He felt better now, you on your knees for him, no one else.

This is how he wanted you, you were always obedient before but this level fed his obsession deeply. You knew this, you knew at first he just was being nice and keeping you here to try and convince you, but that façade fell apart after a few days. He showed his intentions of not letting you go anytime soon.

“Come here, pretty girl.” His words dripped in a seductive way, but it was an order in disguise. It was best you moved with haste, no time for a any hesitation. Your legs straddled his lap, his arms moved to your sides to support your back.

Your body melted into his, and he loved how you felt in his arms. You were his delicate flower in which he never wanted to let go of, even if you withered away, you would always be his.

“I thought of you the whole time at the party, everyone asked how I was doing since our breakup as well. They try to set me up with new people but I always will have you.” Those words burned into your chest, you realized every time he said that just how in deep you were.

You had nothing to say, there was absolutely nothing you could say tat was correct. Any word out of your mouth would be twisted very quickly. So, you nodded and leaned your head between the crook of his neck and shoulder, resting on him. You loved him before and loved when moments like this had happened. That was before, now you were down right scared of him.

“Let’s take a shower and get some rest, I know my princess is tired.” He let out a soft laugh. In a swift moment he was standing with your ass cupped in his hands.

He carried you to his room, where he placed you on the bed as he took his shirt off and went to the master bathroom. His house was always nice, it screamed money. The night ended this way usually as well, in his room. He called for you and you stood up and sauntered into the bathroom, defeated mentally.

He invited you into the shower, in which you obliged. Stripping instantly before opening the sliding door and joining him under the warm water. He washed you first, gently and carefully. You were his precious girl, why wouldn’t he do the work for you?

Before you knew it, his hand had slid down your stomach and met your core. His head rested on your shoulder while he slowly slipped past your folds. You couldn’t avoid him, so you decided to indulge in his touch. The sexual chemistry was never the problem before, so it wasn’t too hard to let this move you.

You let a small gasp fall from your lips, his fingers slowly started sliding up and down your clit fully. He kissed your wet neck, water still falling on you both. You leaned back against him, fully immersing yourself into him. He enjoyed this, as always his obedient, precious girl.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said lowly, while his index finger slowly slipped inside of you. You moaned as you felt him slowly pump in and out.

“Mmm, S’ nice.” Was all you could manage to let out. He took this as a sign to add a second finger, causing another velvety moan to escape your mouth. You loved the way he fingered you, the height difference made it easier for him to go in and out while standing as well. You were only 5’2 compared to Suguru who was 6’3.

He sped his pace up, making you a whining mess, his slender fingers were practically abusing your insides, in the best way possible. He loved watching you become a mess for him. It absolutely showed as you felt him grow hard against your lower back while you leaned on him.

Your mind was clouded, he was only fingering you and you were a mess. Only he could bring this out of you as well. You could feel your mind going blank, signaling you were about to cum, when the movement stopped. He removed his fingers from you, leaving you a whining mess. You turned around facing him, just as he wanted from you.

He grabbed your neck, bringing you in for a gentle yet fast paced kiss. He wanted you and he wanted you now. You were making him a huge mess while your walls clenched his fingers. He wanted you to be a mess on his cock, he needed to watch your face while he fucked you dumb.

“Hold on tight, my love.” He said before he grabbed you and pushed your back against the wall. He aligned your cunt right with his dick before he inserted it letting out a soft groan.

You were so tight for him and he absolutely loved it. He loved how your body sucked all of him up and how turned on you got just for him. How could he ever let another man see you this way? He couldn’t allow anyone else to see this fucked out expression you gave, or the way your eyes practically begged him to fuck you.

He started pumping in and out of you. His pace was perfect, fast yet slow enough to make sure you felt every inch of him. He looked up at your face as your hands gripped his shoulders trying to be steady and hold on for your life. He loved this face, it always turned him on more.

Meanwhile, you felt your insides turning from this pleasure. You were moaning with every thrust of his cock inside you. You needed something to help with this stimulation, with that final thought, your lips landed on his. His tongue found a way into your mouth, quickly exploring it. He dominated your mouth within seconds. You loved it, as much as it pained you to admit.

You pulled back looking at him as he kept the pace up inside you. Suddenly he pulled out, and turned the water off. His lips connected to yours again, as he carried you out of the shower. He threw you onto the bed, no care for the water dripping off either of you.

“Arch your back for me, princess.” He said in a deep voice which made you immediately arch for him.

His quickly inserted himself back into you, and with a rough pace he fucked you from behind. His hands held your hips as he thrusted inside you. You moaned like a mess under his touch, he was so deep inside you that you couldn’t manage any words, only moans of pleasure.

This, of course, was not enough for him. He grabbed your throat and brought your neck to his chest. He turned your head kissing you as he kept his pace, not missing a beat at all. You were so immersed that even moans couldn’t find their way out of your lips anymore.

The position had changed again, you on your back, looking at him waiting to be fucked. God, he loved how pretty you looked under him to most. He put your legs on his shoulder, still not missing a beat as he fucked you, missionary style.

Your body was reaching it’s limit again, and he could feel it. The way you grew tighter around him, the way your kisses became greedier, and your fingers gripped his back as well. You were such a mess for him, in which how could he stop you from finishing? He sped up and got closer to his high as well.

“Cum with me, princess.” He said, in which you obliged. You moaned his name out before you finally came, reaching your limit.

He followed immediately after, cumming inside you and kissing your neck as he finished. He looked at you, your fucked dumb expression was painted all over your face. He loved it, everything about you was perfect. He pulled out slowly and grabbed a wipe from the nightstand and cleaned you up and then a towel to dry your hair.

You fell asleep while he did all this which made him smile. You were so weak against him, and it made him happy. A twisted love and a healthy love were blurred in his mind. If he had you, it didn’t matter how you felt. He pulled you close to him for the night and fell asleep.

This was enough for him, your warm body connected to his.

[tolkienremix]

Silm Remix 2023 Roundup!

​Thank you to everyone who participated in the Silm Remix 2022! We’re so thrilled to have inspired so many fantastic works. Please, go forth and enjoy these marvelous creations!

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Aipilosse remixed jouissant's mock your own grinning into As Hush as Death

arriviste remixed HewerOfCaves' We Live a Lie into the world to come

asterisq remixed swanmaiden's post mortem into what remains

BaccaratBlack remixed I_did_not_mean_to's Night like this into Through the Darkest Night

Brievel remixed kitkatkaylie's Light from the Dark into Dawning Light

Drag0nst0rm remixed Brievel's Nightmares into Dawn

Grundy remixed asterisq's Flashing fire - cold as ice into Smoke & Ashes

HewerOfCaves remixed BaccaratBlack's Desperation and Defeat into Maiar Hate This Simple Trick

I_did_not_mean_to remixed SpaceWall's The Second Rebellion of the Noldor into A key change

Idrils_Scribe remixed LadySternchen's Goodbyes (chapter 33) into The Lark That Rises

JazTheBard remixed TheChasm's in the breaking into Wait for the Dawn, Wish on a Star

jouissant remixed undercat's To the Land of the Forsaken into In Forsaken Lands

kitkatkaylie remixed Drag0nst0rm's Like Tomorrow Won't Arrive into Round and round and round again

LadySternchen remixed Idrils_Scribe's Shadows Laid Before the Sun into Beyond The Mists

lonelyvisitor remixed JazTheBard's You Belong Among the Wildflowers into when a flower grows wild it will always survive

maglor_my_beloved remixed reindeer_pizza's First Meetings into See this Task to its End

reindeer_pizza remixed welcoming_disaster's eggshell into Expectations

searchingforserendipity remixed maglor_my_beloved's Lilac into Love, Caution

searchingforserendipity remixed maglor_my_beloved’s The Harper into Singing Sweet Songs As They Went

SpaceWall remixed arriviste's Some brief yet hopefully instructive notes on sexual differentiation between the Eldar and the Atani, by Finrod Felagund into From the Archives: “Warmth and Kindness,” an Interview with Nerdanel Mahtaniel

starlightwalking remixed steadfastalysanne2022's In This Mad Season, I Come Undone and Her Father's Daughter into His Daughter's Father

steadfastalysanne2022 remixed searchingforserendipity's Ahead, above, across, here into here is the deepest secret nobody knows

swanmaiden remixed Aipilosse's Family Pulled From a Flood into Ebb and Flow

TheChasm remixed Ancalimë (Cymbidia)'s Breadgiver into keep it in remembrance

undercat remixed lonelyvisitor's A Mistress Of Her Own Lust into the first filament

welcoming_disaster remixed starlightwalking's a most faithful vassal into smoke signals

[glagger-true]

Howdy dear reader! I'm your host Glagger, and today I bring you the second installment of my Password visual novel medal analysis.

You already know the drill. I'll be discussing how today's medal is sub-textually connected to the scene it's found in game and characters involved in it. SPOILERS FOR THE NOVEL AHEAD, so please, if you haven't read the novel yet and don't want to be spoiled, leave for now.

Taurus, the medal of Guilt, Promises and Renewed vows:

The second medal found in the game is Taurus, found underneath a giant pumpkin in the greenhouse by Dave.

In Dean and Sal's routes, Dave trips on the medal after a conversation about how he saved them last night with the vault, what exactly happened and what he saw in it.

In Orlando, Hoss and Roswell's routes, Dave trips on it after a conversation with Tyson about how the wolf's been trying to improve and make friends for the hyena's sake, and says he'll start with Hoss since he's new and asks for advice.

Finally in Tyson's route Dave trips on it after an intense conversation about how Tyson needs to speak with him about a serious topic. Dave expresses fear over his behavior and they attempt to hug.

This scene has 4 different variants, making it the only medal in game with so much variety added to its scene. These multiple variations, its location, and the topics discussed with each character are all fitting with the myths behind the Taurus constellation.

In astrology, Taurus is categorized as the fixed negative earth sign of the zodiac. Taurus possesses a very loyal nature, constantly pursing stability, reliability and consistency in everything. This strong dedication, can cause them to be stubborn to the point they stay attached to unhealtly situations simply because they don't want to accept losing the stability they built. The practicality, caution and connection to the material world this sign has associated with it combine well with the themes discussed in this scene.

In astrology, people born under this sign are ambitious, focused, and resilient. They are very patient and stubborn in their professional and romantic pursuits, being very loyal and reliable. Devoted and trustworthy, Taureans tend to soothe their friends and lovers by reassuring their commitment to them. They love luxury, pleasure and material comforts, being always willing to work hard to support their material habits. They are easy angered by any threat their stability, security and consistency being very cautious with their decisions to ensure they can keep their comforts.

The planetary ruler of Taurus is Venus, who represents beauty, love, money, and pleasure. The influence of Venus on Taurus, makes them the most sensual sign of the zodiac. This sensuality goes beyond just lust or sex, it extends to any type of luxury. Comfort, pleasure and the security provided by material things is a necessity for Taurus, who loves being pampered physically as a result. They are a sign that's lucky in both love and finances, and despite their passiveness, Taurus is stubborn in their fight to seek such things.

In its ancient myths, Taurus is always associated with fertility, both sexual and fertility of the land. Its tied to sacrifice and the renewal of spring, warfare, and has many divine and mythological beings associated with it. Every mythology gives Taurus these same concepts.

The medal is hidden in the greenhouse, underneath a giant crop that is going to be sacrificed by the cast so they can spend time together and bond. The associations with fertility, sacrifice and renewal of bonds and vows are pretty clear. There's also a relation with the aspect of putting effort to get material rewards to enjoy.

In their variations, Sal and Dean discuss how Dave's caution saved them. They also briefly touch upon the main traumas of their arcs in order to reassure Dave, by exposing guilt over sins that their hearts still can't overcome. Guilt and sins are common attachments to the material world that block people from achieving spiritual and mental happiness in many myths. They also talk about how impractical their attempted murders are, Sal even offers a better alternative for it, making a connection to the warfare aspects since they are stating how the weapons being used against them are inefficient. Dean also makes a joke about how he deserves a medal for being horny like the bull, making another association to sexual love. Also, Dean's stubborn desire to court Dave romantically is pretty visible in the conversation. Their loyalty, reliability and patience towards Dave despite their doubts, are very taurian traits as well.

In Tyson's neutral conversation we see how his resistance to change and inflexibility are making his journey of self-improvement difficult. He also expresses the need for help while being cautious and practical about how to get there. He acknowledges his past sins make his misson difficult, and decides he'll only give it one shot and back down if his advances are ill received.

Then finally in his route exclusive talk, Dave and him have a tense exchange about how they need to have a serious conversation later. This is set in motion thanks to the sin of sexual nature he almost committed against Dave in the previous night. The conversation will reveal he's planning to leave Dave behind and is not sure if he'll ever come back, a cautious move he does out of fear and with the goal to better understand his own desires without causing further problems to Dave.

The way these variations don't really affect the ending results of the scene, seems to be associated with how all myths give Taurus the same meanings. The universal presence of either romantic and/or sexual undertones, security and comfort provided by a material source, and of finding a valuable item by pure luck, is also very on theme for Taurus and it's ruler.

Finally, Craig mentions in the cosmic medal analysis that Flora hid the medal under the pumpkin specifically so that It would be surrounded by its element, where it would patiently stay undisturbed until found, making another association with the fixed modality of the medal.

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[mythosborn]

# MYTHOSBORN : INDEPENDENT, SELECTIVE & PRIVATE PORTRAYAL OF MYTHOLOGY BASED MUSES, FROM GREEK MYTHOLOGY. NOT INFLUENCED BY ANY MODERN RETELLINGS OR PORTRAYALS, PURELY MYTH AND HEADCANON BASED. TRIGGERING MATERIALS AHEAD, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. adored by shelley — 30, pst, low to medium activity.

✧ — NAVIGATE BLOG : carrd » wishlist » memes . ✧ — ALSO AT : @axewon ( johanna mason ) » @lorestold ( general multimuse ) » @queenwolved ( hayley marshall & elena micahels dual muse ) » @allqueen ( hera ) » & @fonsmors ( persephone )

muses and rules temporarily under the cut:

001. this is a highly headcanon based blog for muses from greek mythos, both god and mortal. due to the themes featured in greek mythology, including in hera's own stories and the way that she takes her anger out on mortals, there are triggering themes featured here, so minors, please don't interact. this is not my main blog, and i can often be found on @lorestold, which is my main blog. when i'm not here, find me there!

002. as mentioned, this blog is not my main priority, but for my sake of mind, it's a mutuals only blog that i consider low activity. if i don't follow for follow, but if we are mutuals, please know i do want to write with you at some point!

003. this blog uses the beta editor only, so please use trim reblogs when replying to things with me, otherwise i won't be able to cut them properly. as far as formatting go, i generally use small text and icons of my own making, using a psd from @calisources and a border by @creationcolors & @jaynedits combined. don't take and use anywhere, especially without permission.

004. greek mythology is really triggering and it never shies away from the darker aspects of it, even the more . . . wild ones, if you will. this portrayal will not water them down either, so please take care when following.

005. as far as my portrayal, i don't take any influence from any interpretations of hera outside of mythology itself, and my own headcanons and thoughts. i don't follow anything from percy jackson, from any modern retellings or anything else, so please don't assume when it comes to my portrayal.

006. please send me memes! tag me in things!! approach me about shipping! i love the idea of exploring things, but chemistry's required. that said though, sending memes is the best way to test the waters!

007. there's more i'm sure, but i can't think of what, so just keep an eye on things. basic rpc etiquette applies though, so please just be a good person and we'll get along fine.

MUSES.

✧ — selene, goddess of the moon. » margot robbie.

✧ — nyx, goddess of the night » mila kunis.

✧ — demeter, goddess of the harvest » emily blunt.

✧ — hecate, goddess of witchcraft » katie mcgrath.

✧ — cassandra, trojan priestess » melisa asli pamuk.

✧ — andromache, trojan princess » hande erçel.

✧ — helen, spartan queen » lili reinhart.

✧ — amphitrite, queen of the sea » kiera knightley.

✧ — thetis, nereid » penelope cruz.

✧ — briseis, trojan princess » demet ozdemir.

✧ — aphrodite, goddess of sex, beauty and lust » adelaide kane.

✧ — artemis, goddess of the hunt » alexandra daddario.

✧ — athena, goddess of wisdom » marie avgeropoulos.

✧ — ariadne, cretian princess » phoebe dynevor.

[sophiainreview]

Allie Rowbottom's Aesthetica in Review

When I picked up Aesthetica from its spotlight on the community library shelf, emblazoned with NPR and New York Times reviews praising its wit and commentary, I briefly fancied myself adult. Clever, maybe. Finally, basking in the dawn of my 20s, wise. Or at least, intelligent enough to finally pick up a thought-provoking book to mark the rebirth of the bookworm I used to be. Without much thought, I checked out this book and took it home.

I read it in one sitting tonight, and I have some thoughts. As a heads up, this book contains the following: TW: mentions of SA, addiction and self-harm, domestic abuse

I do not use specific language to describe any events within the book but please keep in mind that if any of these topics make you feel unwell, you have been cautioned about reading ahead (and remember: the book is GRAPHIC in its descriptions).

The story is structured in flashbacks, flipping between child Anna, 19-year-old beauty influencer Anna, and the 35-year-old Anna with nothing to her name but regret. Thirsting for fame, teen Anna flies to LA to meet a man that can make her a famous influencer. She gives up her body and autonomy to gain a sense of control over him, naively assuming that being an object of a man's lust gives a woman power over him. We see her proved wrong.

As an adult, she is haunted by the ghosts of herself as she navigates addiction, grief, dysmorphia, loss, and the happy Instagram stories of the man who stole her future. Flitting between her glimpses of her life, Rowbottom slowly builds an image of Anna's true experiences and self. As The New York Times so aptly describes on the back cover,

"Rowbottom's buzzy and exacting vocabulary evokes a picture already resting in our minds and on our newsfeeds." - The New York Times Book Review

And this is precisely why I regret reading the entire book.

This book is violence and rage. It is emotional gunk, second-hand baggage, silt settling in the lungs, sitting heavy after you breath it all in. The characters are ugly and raw and critically flawed, explicitly written; nothing like the polished characters from the games and movies and media I've consumed in escapism from the last 10 years. Gender violence, power imbalance, vacant narcissism and underpinning it all, a desperate bid for connection.

Maybe it's because I see too much of my child self in the childhood self of the protagonist, or maybe it's because the violence Anna experiences as a teenager and as an older woman are experiences I've come to understand and experience myself. The social standards, the addiction, the parasociality, the violence violence violence.

The bids for connection were particularly hard for me to read; I see myself in Anna in these moments. The odd and unlabeled love and betrayal she feels for her childhood friend, an ally and lover in girlhood, estranged in adulthood. The hypersexuality and covetous dysmorphia of the physical (not mental) transition from girlhood to womanhood in the context of the 2000s. In the real world, it seems like these experiences go unspoken about. People my age look back on their childhoods, talking about the sports, the parks, the camping trips and makeup experiments. The early memes and rise of YouTube. Never the stolen roleplay kisses between girls and glorification of male violence, the recitals for our roles as objects, the primping and preparing to be destroyed. And our mothers' cautioning words, falling on deaf ears.

I regret reading this book, but you may not. As I told my friends and family as soon as I read that last page: it's ass. But it is exceptionally well-written even if I disliked it entirely. I did have to send my mom an "I love you" message immediately after, and my cry sesh is scheduled for the moment I post this review. Perhaps the best takeaway from this book is that womanhood is a performance, as much as sisterhood is in our blood. Take good care of the women in your life, and tell your mom and friends that you love hem. I give this book a 4/10, and only that high because it speaks to some of my own childhood and teenage experiences and hopefully someone out there can understand it for what it is. :/

Regards,

Sophia in Review

[sansagiggled]

Caution: Love And Lust Ahead

Chapter 5: Crapfish Lake (Backwoods Of West Virginia)

He lunged for her, hampered by the water, catching her just above her ankle. She shrieked and stumbled, falling down into the muddy bank. He was worried she was hurt but she started laughing. Emboldened, he started dragging her back into the water.

"I win !" He growled it out, trying to pull her against him but she kicked and fought him.

"No! I made it! I win!"

"No, your foot was still in the water. I win!" That was the truth. She hadn't made it completely out of the water. He won. God, he won. He couldn't drag his eyes off of her naked body writhing away from him, becoming muddier by the minute. He found himself wanting to fuck her right then and there...but no, that was not the way to take her. Not yet, anyway.

by @sohereweare1

[aurorablue22]

Reunited - Sirius Black x Reader

Summary/(A/N): After 14 years, Harry’s Godmother is finally reunited with her husband. I made this sort of specific to whatever my own mind came up with; (Y/N) is Harry’s Godmother, and has of course known the Marauders since their school days. She’s known Harry since the events of POA, and she took him in. Harry and (Y/N) have lived together for the past two years, and although Harry has met and seen Sirius, the most that (Y/N) has received is letters. Finally, in OOTP, they’re reunited. 

Warnings: None really, maybe a lil’ kissing scene <3 

“Good morning my dear!” you said as you walked into the kitchen, where Harry was cracking an egg over the frying pan.

“Mornin’ (Y/N).” he smiled, and you walked over to him.

“Y’know Harry, you don’t have to make breakfast for us. Even after all this time I feel bad-”

“(Y/N), I’m fine, I promise. Besides, I already made you tea.” he nodded towards the counter, and you gave a pouty smile as you picked up the mug. “Sweet boy.” you cooed, and ruffled his hair. 

You and your godson were enjoying whatever Harry had whipped up, and talking about the strange dream he had last night, when an owl tapped on the window. You took a swig from your tea mug and lifted the latch, letting the dusty creature inside. It gave a polite hoot, and you bowed your head in return. 

You unfastened the letter from the owl’s foot while Harry filled a bowl with water and a plate with bacon scraps.

“Oh, it’s from Rem!” you hastily tore the envelope, and slipped the parchment through the folds. Sprawled across the yellowed paper was half-messy, half-loopy writing, which you’d grown quite familiar with. 

“What’s he up to?” Harry asks nonchalantly. 

Your eyes quickly moved from left to right, scanning over the message. Your brain hung onto specific words; Order, Phoenix, Army, The Dark Lord... and Padfoot. 

You took a breath in as you read your husband’s name, and Harry peeked over your shoulder, raising his eyebrows. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, my dear..” you shook your hand, handing him the message. “It’s just..”

Harry immediately understood. “Well, that’s a good thing, right? You do want to see him... right?” 

You whipped around, your updo falling loose. “Of course I want to see him! I just... I just don’t know.. “ you sighed, and sat back at the kitchen table. Your brain floated back to what Remus had written; how the Order was reassembling, and he was extending the invite to you, just like he had in the 70s. 

Not only that, but he had scribbled something along the lines of “Padfoot will be joining us as well. I do hope you’re willing to see him.”

Of course you did! But it was complicated to explain to others. You were nervous. The most communication you’d had with Sirius over the past two years was letters. Most of his were on scraps of newspaper, so you always made sure to pack extra parchment into your envelopes.

Within the past few weeks, his message arrived a lot cleaner and appeared less rushed, which you appreciated. Each time an owl arrived, your heart soared. But in those letters, you couldn’t reveal anything about your lives, in case they fell into the wrong hands. That being said, the most you two could say to each other was “I love you”. 

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It was just after 7 o’clock, when Remus and a girl with purple hair had come to pick up you and Harry. She introduced herself as ‘Tonks”. Of course, you hadn’t realized at the time she was your cousin in law. 

You both waved them off, Remus assuring them you’d catch up soon. You gave your Godson a kiss on the cheek.

“Be good,” you pointed your finger at him “Listen to Tonks”.

“I will, I will!” he teased. 

When they’d both left, you and Remus sat on the tiny loveseat in comfortable silence. 

“I wanted to check up on you,” he stated, and you looked up to reach his gaze. Oh, Remus. Your best friend. “I realize when I sent my letter it must’ve been a bit of a shock to you.” he placed his hand over yours.

“Oh yes, well, I think I might’ve frightened Harry more than anything. I’m not sure if he’s used to how dramatic I am yet.” you two laughed, Remus teasing you that it took him a long time to get used to it too. 

Your laughter died down, and Remus spoke again. “He’s very excited to see you, (Y/N). In fact, he’s been fixing up his hair all day.”

You couldn’t even laugh. That was such a Sirius thing to do. 

Your eyes glossed over at the thought, which Remus noticed immediately. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. 

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to see him Rem.” you cut him off, and you saw relief wash over his features. “I’m just a little nervous.”

It took a few minutes, but after a warm hug and Remus’s signature pep talks, you were ready to go. Never letting go of his hand, the two of you apparated to 12 Grimmauld Place. 

Always a gentleman, Remus opened the front door for you, and you were greeted by the distant chatter at the end of the hall. Although you couldn’t see any faces, you recognized the voice of your Godson and his friends, along with that of Mad-Eye and Mrs. Weasley, to be followed by- 

him. 

It was that glorious laugh you’d waited 14 years to hear, the sound bounced around your head and you began to feel faint. Remus patted your shoulder, and you turned your head to look at him. 

He nodded towards the end of the corridor, smiling. You took a deep breath, staring down the long hallway ahead of you. You brushed the stray hair out of your face and clenched your fists. As you began walking, you could hear Remus following close behind. 

Your footsteps were booming across the corridor, your pace picking up with every step. Your breathing heightened and your heart was in your throat. You pushed open the door in front of you, and it slammed against the wall. The sound alerted the entire room, and you scanned over everyone’s faces. You finally landed on those eyes, his eyes, still as grey and dreamy as you’d left them. 

“(Y/N)!” he shouted, getting up from his seat, looking anything but composed. 

“Sirius” you breathed, tears already forming. The two of you ran towards each other, and finally, after 14 long years, you found yourself in his embrace once more. 

It was tight and strong, he held you protectively yet with extreme caution. You sobbed into his chest, knowing that there weren’t enough words in the English language to describe how you felt at the moment. 

Much to your surprise, and those in the room, Sirius began to cry as well. Not as much as you, but tears fell from his eyes as though he was only a boy. You held onto him, not wanting to let go, your hands digging into his jacket, and your face buried in his chest. 

The world fizzled out around you, and you didn’t even notice how people were reacting to the scene. Remus leaned against the doorframe, wiping away a few tears himself; he felt so grateful he could see his best friends together once more. 

Although they would deny it later on, Harry and Hermione hid their emotions behind Ron, the both of them on the verge of an entire breakdown. This was followed by Mrs. Weasley, who was sniffing loudly as her husband passed her a handkerchief. 

Sirius was the first to pull away, and he cupped your face with his hands. He had a certain look on his face, as though he’d fallen in love all over again. He wiped away your tears with his thumb, and looked into your eyes. 

Your knees might’ve given out at that very moment if he wasn’t there to steady you. “Even more beautiful then when I left you.” he spoke, barely over a whisper, his voice sending those familiar tingles down your spine. 

You couldn’t even form words, you were so lost in his features. You only smiled, which he returned. “Why don’t we go into the other room, hmm?” he wrapped an arm around your waist, leading you out of the dining room. You could barely hear Ginny burst into loud sobs behind you, and how Mrs. Weasley followed suit. 

He walked you down the hall, and you never took your eyes off each other, only breaking the gaze when he opened the door to the living room. 

You two sat on the dusty couch in the dimly lit room, and he took your hands in his. You realized then and there how much you’d missed his loving gaze; at this point he was practically drooling at the sigh of you. 

He wrapped his arms around you once more, his head resting atop yours. “I’ve missed you so much my love, so very much.”

You only gripped him harder, breathing in the smell of cigarette smoke and his old cologne. Your eyes pricked yet again; it was the cologne you used to spray on his pillow when he was first imprisoned. 

“Sirius..” you said his name as though it were your only prayer. He hummed in response, lifting your face to meet his. You leaned in closer to him, your faces not even an inch apart. You closed the gap, your lips finally meeting his. You took in a breath through your nose, and butterflies began swarming in your stomach. 

You parted your lips, which Sirius took as an invite, and his tongue slipped into your mouth. Your hands found their way into his hair, and his around your waist. You felt your cheeks getting wet, and you realized it was from Sirius. A few tears had spilled from his eyes, but he didn’t let up from the kiss. 

It was full of passion and love, sprinkled with a bit of lust. He laid you gently on the couch, his body hovering over yours, and you finally broke apart. He gave a few gentle pecks down your neck, and returned to eye level with you. 

“Oh darling..” you spoke, trying to contain the emotions that were sure to spill out of you. Both of you were at a loss for words, simply staring at each other, taking in everything you’d missed out on. You smiled lovingly at him, and the corners of his mustache quirked as he did the same. You giggled, fiddling with his locks. 

“You grew a beard.” you stated, still admiring the sight before you.

“Do you not like it?” he asked, more so a rhetorical question than anything. 

“I find it very sexy.” you reassured him. 

He chuckled a bit, never taking his eyes off you. “Oh my dear,” he stroked the side of your face, and he brought you to sit back up. “I haven’t a clue how I managed without you.” 

A certain emotion flashed over his eyes, and he fought off a grimace, trying to outrun the hell that lived within him. You placed a hand on his cheek, your wedding band giving a bit of a cold sting to his face. 

He gently took your hand and brought it into view; his eyes crystallized once he saw the ring he’d given you so many years ago. “You kept it..” his tone was unsure, as though he was confused as to why you did. 

“Of course I did Siri, I love you.” your heart ached for him; he must’ve thought you’d moved on before he’d seen Remus again. You remembered the conversation you had with Remus a few months ago, where he opened up about seeing Sirius again. They’d been writing every couple of months, and Remus had to constantly reassure him that you were still available; that you’d never given up on your husband. 

“I’ll always love you.” you furrowed your brow in an attempt to conceal yet another sob.

“And I, you. My sweet girl.” Sirius placed a kiss on your knuckles, then moved back to your lips. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.” he mumbled into the kiss, and you felt yourself melt in his embrace, knowing that you and your husband were finally reunited. 

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Hi my lovelies!! I hope you enjoyed reading this just as much as I loved writing it! Let me know if I should follow up on this “Reunited” fic, because I’m really looking forward to adding more. That would include something romantic and/or something smutty, I’m honestly up for anything bahaha. Please send in your requests, whether it be for this fic or really anyone in Harry Potter. And don’t be afraid of giving feedback, I’d love to know what you think! <3

~Aurora 

[copiousloverofcopia]

🥺👉👈 vamp terzo in heat absolutely ravaging reader while on period? and then breeding them?

💐🍫*gently lays flowers and chocolates at your altar*🙇‍♀️

🩸🩸 Caution for period sex, well very bloody stuff ahead 🩸🩸

Just for you lover 😏

Here we go!

An Acquired Taste

Also available here on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

As always I'm open for asks and requests. Commissions on the heart mug site!!

You heard the rumors spreading within the halls of the Abbey. Every word and whisper, catching your ear like a familiar chord. You felt the cold rush, like ice sent straight through your veins, praying to Lucifer that it was true. It started with the shadows, spotted in the night roaming the halls–you'd seen them too.

Other curiosities, seen by you alone piqued your senses, last night the smell of his cologne in your room when you'd awaken to the crashing of thunder. You swore it was all in your mind. It wasn't until there had been scratches reported on his glass sarcophagus that you needed to see for yourself. Please be true, you thought–a hope burning within your spirit.

He had been your lover in life. His death, a scar on your soul, repeatedly torn open at the mere mention of his name. The ache you now felt in your gut, indiscernible from the discomfort of your moon. Although you were terrified, you had to know.

You made your way down the wide stone spiraling stairs that lead to the basement of the Abbey. The smell, damp and full of decay as you and your solitary candle stick walked through the corridor. This was where they kept them. A storage room, of all places, filled with a multitude of things including the current Papa and a Ghost's tour equipment. In the back was where they were. Three caskets, tended to daily by the siblings, but kept in storage like luggage. You walked past them one by one.

Primo, then Secondo, lying lifeless in their resting place, still and long gone. You came to Terzo's, your heart skipping a beat–it was empty. Claw marks evident on the lid. "Is, is this real?" You asked yourself as you backed up into the darkness of the room.

"You tell me sorella?" A whisper making itself heard within the dark, breath felt against your neck. You turned around, almostly dropping your candle, flashing the small light around the room—searching for who or what you just heard.

"Who…who's there?" You asked, voice shaky and your body trembling. You could smell it all over, his cologne. You wished you'd turned in the light when you had come in, now helpless in the dark.

"You forget me so soon, cara mia?" He asked you, Terzo himself illuminated in the candlelight before you. You instantly fell apart, your eyes filling with tears and feeling like you may faint. Terzo rushed to grab you as you began to go down.

"It can't be, how are you—" you began, Terzo bringing his finger to rest on your lips. It was cold there, the sensation sending your body on edge.

"We'll have time for that later sorella, but for now you are mine and I will waste not a moment more before I have you." Terzo said, taking in a deep inhale of the air, a devilish grin spreading wide across his face. You gulped as he looked you over, his gaze climbing up your body and meeting with your eyes. His white eye, burning with wanton lust as Terzo licked his lips, "taste you."

"But I'm on my–" you began knowing that you were on your period. Hardly the time you'd expect to be taken in this way. Terzo's eyes only grew more hungry.

"Exactly." He growled, bringing lips to your neck, licking and nipping at your pulse points. You felt a sharp twinge of pain as he sank his fangs deep into your neck. Suddenly it all made sense, not that you cared—you'd let him devour you, in all ways he could, for eternity. You moaned, your head falling back as he drank from you, you running your fingers through his raven hued hair.

"My love. I missed you so much. Take me. Let me feel you against me." You cried, the tears rolling down your cheeks and the heat growing between your legs. You felt yourself throbbing inside–aching for him. Terzo pulled back, wiping the tears from your face. Terzo lifted you up over his shoulder, carrying you to a table in the back of the room.

He swiped it clear of the parchment and supplies that had been set there. Setting you down and wasting no time in removing your panties. You let out a gasp as he sunk his cool fingers deeply inside you. He slid in and out, running his fingers through your folds and giving your clit a tease before removing them.

"Mmm…I'm going to devour you sorella, you'd like that wouldn't you. My tongue, running through your crimson cunt." He growled, taking his time to lick his fingers, each one coated in your blood. Your heart began to pound harder, your breath hastening and your need for him overwhelming.

"Oh Terzo, I'm yours." You spoke, breathy and needy, your body begging for him to take you. Terzo raised his eyebrow, giving you a wink as he had your nightgown pulled up over your head and brought you down to the edge of the table. He grabbed your legs, pulling them up over his shoulders- wrapped around him like a scarf.

"Mmm" he hummed as he brought his mouth over your throbbing cunt. Licking through your folds and up to your clit. You squirmed as he buried his tongue inside you. The sounds he was making with your juices–obscene.

He lapped at you sucking and licking at your lips, his fingers swirling your clit gently. Tasting every drop of blood spilled. Your thighs were already covered in his paints and your crimson slick. Terzo stroked the broadness of his tongue along your entrance, pulsing his fingers to apply pressure inside you, your pussy clamping down around him as you rocked yourself against his mouth.

"Yes, sorella cum for me. I want to taste your as you fill my mouth with your cum. So good...Mmm...as it mixes your moon. Life giving waters, amore mia." Terzo hummed against you, curling his fingers inside you and slurping at your cunt—pulling an orgasm from you.

"Oh fuck Terzo, I'm gonna cum—dont stop!" You cried out, Terzo pressing deep with his fingers along the top ribbed flesh of your walls, focusing his tongue on your clit. You rolled your hips on his mouth, unable to stop yourself from gripping his hair as he lapped at you. You gushed, the warm red fluid covering his mouth, and running down his chin. As your movements ceased, Terzo pulled up to look at you—beautiful in your post orgasmic bliss.

"Mmm sorella, you are by far…the most delicious thing I have ever tasted." He moaned, dropping his pants and pulling out his cock. He was hard and ready as he stroked himself. He hand covered his cock in the wetness gifted from you, his eyes falling back to your cunt.

"If you say so." You laughed, seeing his mouth filthy. His handsome face covered in blood and cum, the paint smeared from the lower half of his face—now decorating your thighs. The tangy metallic taste of you on his mouth was evident as he took your lips on his, his tongue slipping inside and tangling with yours. He pulled back saliva, from your embrace, stringing from your mouths as you moaned.

"An acquired Taste. Just for me and me alone." He growled, running his cock through your folds and pressing just at your entrance. He waited there, not moving as you rutted yourself against him trying to help him inside. "Mmm yes amore. You want this cock inside you don't you? Want me to fill you, spill my seed deeply inside you. Stuff you so full that you're filled to the brim?" Terzo hissed, sucking in through his teeth, feeling your pussy rubbing against the head of his cock.

He bent forward to pull your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently on your breast, his fingertips kneading your sensitive flesh. You moaned, holding him close to your chest. It was torture knowing just how close he was to being inside you. He punctured you once more, his teeth deep in your breast, drinking from you. You felt lightheaded, convincing yourself you'd be fine to die this way.

Terzo pulled his mouth from you, the drops of blood cascading into the air. He could no longer hold back, grabbing onto your hips as he slammed his cock into you, hitting deeply inside. Both of you were moaning, losing yourself in your movements. Terzo licked his lips, thrusting his cock back and forth, feeling you throbbing around him from all sides.

You lifted yourself up, angling him deep inside as you grabbed hold of his shoulder. Your other hand trying to balance yourself on the table as he fucked up into you.

"Oh Terzo, you feel so good. I've missed you so much." You cried, the feeling of him sliding into your sensitive cunt was pure ecstasy. Terzo closed his eyes, savoring the feeling on you enveloping his cock. You moaned and panted, Terzo began to open his eyes, watching as he disappeared inside you over and over again.

"Yes sorella, you like it when I pound my hard cock inside of you, your tight pussy spreading to fit me." He groaned, reveling in the stretch of you.

"Of fuck Terzo!" I wanna cum." You cried, feeling the pressure beginning to build up.

"Ah! Mmm…amore. I want you to cum on my cock, let me feel you squeezing me riyghtly as I fuck you. Such a good girl for me. Letting me fill you this way… ah…I will have your cunt so full, you'll be dripping with my seed for days." Terzo vowed, pounding hard inside you, your cunt meeting with the thrusting of his pelvis. "And you'll like it, won't you sorella?"

"Yes! Ah! Yes!" You cried in response as Terzo picked you up and shoved you against the wall, holding on to you as he buried himself deeper and deeper inside you. The red, streaming down the sides of your legs as he worked you to fruition.

"Cum! Cum amore, spill more of your blood for me. Show me just how much you missed this cock. How much you love me!" Terzo commanded, thrusting into you so intensely you saw stars. Your vision blurring in a rapturous haze, as you felt your pussy rhythmically clenching down on him, gushing around his cock. Terzo fought against the pressure. Growling and moaning as he pushed as deep inside as he could get.

"Ah! Sorella! Mmm…è così bello essere dentro di te. Non voglio mai andarmene. Fuck!" He cried, pulling you down hard, over and over as he shot rope after rope of cum inside you. He held you tightly on him, both of you sticky–covered in a mix of sweat, blood, and cum.

"I love you. That was–was pure magic." You whispered into his neck as you rested yourself there. Your breathing started to settle, as you were held, limp and exhausted, by your lover. Terzo kissed the delicate skin on your shoulder, allowing his fangs to scrape along it there, leaving beads of your blood in their wake.

"I love you too sorella, but the night is not done, not yet."

Notes

è così bello essere dentro di te. Non voglio mai andarmene.- it feels so good to be inside you. I don't ever want to leave.

[thefairyletters]

NaruSaku Fanfics

I wouldn't say much – I love NaruSaku and I hate to see great works shadowed behind the piles of popular NS stories that I never have liked as much except for a few, which also I'll drop below in the list.

I'll update this list whenever I come across a story that I particularly enjoy or finds worth spreading word across. So be sure to like and reblog this post so you can revisit it to add new story in your reading pile later.

Also, genres vary and are not mentioned, but does it make any difference as long as the story is good?

Warning: super long post featuring beautiful, beautiful stories that you wouldn't regret reading. I swear. I'm positive. Contains SNS and other side pairings.

Without further ado;

How I fell in love with my best friend: Krapo || ff.net || M || complete

How the little blond boy Sakura had always known had changed, changing as well her feelings. The unfolding of their life, while Naruto worked to become the best Hokage and she faced her own emotions. Growing Love.

(I have nothing but upmost reverence for this story. This author writes one of the nest NS and I have loved all. NS is beautiful and Sakura is badass. Everything we already know is here and more.)

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Dangerous infiltration mission: Krapo || ff.net || M || complete

Naruto and Sakura are send by the Hokage for a difficult infiltration mission. They will have to face more than just the danger itself as they will have to keep their cover to be fake husband and wife credible. how it will impact the relationship between the two ninja. Growing Love. Misunderstanding.

(If you loved the aforementioned story, you'll love this one too. Mutual pining.)

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All over again: Krapo || ff.net || M || post-war || complete

Sasuke come back, Team seven is reunited. But Sakura has lost Naruto. How will she make him fall in love with her again? What other difficulties lies ahead of them?

(Naruto loses memory. SasuSaku angst but not in romantic sense and I loved it all. Misunderstanding and more mutual pining. And I'm in love with this story too.)

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Hit the floor running: Sakurablossom009 || A03 || M (but unnecessary) || Modern Hitman/Robbers AU || complete

Life was going great, Sakura thought. She was penniless, stranded in Europe without a way home, her fiancee had just dumped her for another woman AND her new companion was quite possibly a thief. How could things get any worse? Wait...was that guy pointing a gun at her?

(Now, personally, I don't prefer modern AU, but this story really had interesting characterisation and more character depth. NaruSaku is pretty spot on. It also features SasuHina and bamf!Hinata)

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The greatest pretenders: snowyseas || ff.net || M || Borutoverse || ongoing

Fifteen years is a long time to not talk to someone you consider your best friend, and is made even more difficult when they (and you) are married. The things Sakura should have confronted Naruto about never came to fruition, but as an old saying goes, "the truth will always be revealed".

(Your typical I-made-a-wrong-choice-but-now-can-be-done story but unlike many other stories in this they don't admit their love for each chapter at the first chapter itself. In fact, it feels so canon and you can almost superimpose it upon the canon. Sakura is mentally strong and knows what's right. )

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He was the sun: SavageTrickster || ff.net || T || Canonverse || ongoing

He had come a long way - from a lonely orphan ostracized by everyone to a loved hero. He deserved all these. His Hokage dream to come true. All the ramen he could eat. - Her eyes fell on a certain Hyuuga seated close enough for accidental touches. Her heart sank a little at a harsh whisper of reminder - And a deserving girl...who could give him all her love.

(So far so good. It's ongoing, and is at chapter 3. Sakura leaves Konoha much like how Naruto did, to explore the world aka seeing my headcanon in writing.)

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Wilderness: Kanji no Sakka || M || canondivergent || ongoing

As the war screeches to a temporary halt, Naruto leaves the battlefield on a unique mission only he can complete. Sakura is ordered to go with him. In the days that follow their bond is changed forever.

(Although I hate any explicit stories that involve characters below age 17, I give this a pass because of the uniqueness of plot and characterisation. It has fine lemons that comes with a good plot.)

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How It Should Have Been: OfPaintAndOil || ff.net || T || canon divergent || oneshot

It wasn't supposed to be this way. Sasuke was supposed to be the dark one, the unredeemable one. Naruto was the bright one, the good one. It wasn't supposed to be like this, with blood on his hands and glowing red eyes and a grin. Naruto was supposed to make everything better, and maybe he did, in the end, but Sakura had never expected the end to look quite like this.

(Featuring Yandere!Naruto. It leaves you wanting for more and is a fascinating read. It's dark themed so proceed with caution as your favorite character might or might not be dead.)

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The Best Dates are the Cheap Ones: Shivakashi || ff.net || T || post!Timeskip || Oneshot

The whole point was to get the best date; that meant the richest and classiest guy, right? Sakura realizes what she has taken for granted and Ino learns a lesson in value.

(Sakura learns her lesson and snatches her boy. InoNaru is worth noting. Not the best characterisation of Sakura but bear with her jealousy for that is the reason why NS fluff exists. Story itself is very light and entertaining.)

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mangoes and strawberries: ohthelinsanity || ff.net || T || postwar || oneshot

Sakura Haruno was elbow deep in Naruto Uzumaki's guts when he asked her to marry him. It was so not the right time. But she still said yes.

(This story just screams NS upon every single line. Diabetes warning. Too cute for this world. One of the best NS fluff I've read thus far. It kinda sticks to you forever!)

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18 minutes, 23 seconds: ohthelinsanity || ff.net || T || postwar || oneshot

in which Naruto asks Sakura about that time she literally reached into his chest and grabbed his heart with her bare hand.

(Heartwarming. We all know how Sakura held Naruto's heart on her palms and how we love that moment. This is memory of that moment reminisced by our cutie pies.)

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One Big Uzumaki Family: John Smith || ff.net || T || postwar || Complete

A set of drabbles revolving around Naruto, Sakura, and their children. It turns out that, when the war ends, these two get busy. Real busy.

(IF YOU DON'T READ THIS MASTERPIECE HOW DARE YOU CALL YOURSELF NS FAN?!!! READ!!! This story should be on the top of your reading list.

UNDERRATED AF!

R e a d t h i s s t o r y and cry with me for this should have been canon. 100%)

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My Life Would Suck Without You: peanutbutter126 || ff.net || T || oneshot collection

Sometimes it's the smallest things that matter the most.

(Read this and then One big Uzumaki family. You'll feel super satisfied. I promise.)

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Colors and Carousels: Folle Sakura || ff.net || T || oneshot

She couldn't count the number of times she'd been mistaken for Naruto's girlfriend. Not that she minded. But Naruto acted like it was so… so… offensive.

(No words for this one. Just read and enjoy the confusion.)

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Let's Get Married: luvtoshi || ff.net || M || postwar || complete

It was supposed to be a simple solution to their immediate problems. But maybe they took more than they can chew?

(This is one of my few favorites that is also popular. Spot on characterization and beautiful relationship growth. This is one of the few stories that always stuck to me.)

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Chasing Smoke with Bare Hands: soulaire || ff.net || T || oneshot

"I could have loved her," Sasuke says flatly. "If she'd just given me the chance—" "Sakura gave you all the chances in the world," Kakashi cuts in, stern. "You underestimated her. And you underestimated her ability to walk away from you. At the core of it all, that's where things went wrong."

(This story is for those who loves both SS and NS but thinks Sakura deserves happier life than what she got in canon. Features NS and slight SS.)

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Touch: ohthelinsanity || ff.net || T || oneshot

Kakashi watches as his student grow to be more physically comfortable with one another. He finds it kinda ridiculous.

(Fluff. Feelings. Kakashi's fed up and might have diabetes from all the observation.)

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Moonlight shadows: luvtoshi || ff.net || T || oneshot

Sometimes, the moon brings out hidden feelings to the surface.

(Beautiful literature. NS feels. You can almost mistake it for canon with the way characters are written.)

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Seriously Serious: Damsel in Shining Armor || ff.net || T || modern AU || oneshot

He confessed to her when they first met. He confessed to her years after. He confessed to her almost everyday. Her response was almost always positive... So why the heck was he still single? "I love you." "Love you too. So is Sasuke-kun taken or not?"

(The only reason why I even picked this story is that it is a oneshot. I have very little interest in modern AU. But this one makes another exception. Pining. Love at first sight.)

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It was always you: luvtoshi || ff.net || M || postwar || complete

The war is long over. They have both grown. Now it's time to conclude their story. Naruto and Sakura.

(You know what, all stories from this author are just, Chef's kiss. )

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A Safe Pair of Hands: Kanji no Sakka || ff.net || T || oneshot

Sakura heeds a stern warning to make it clear how she feels about Naruto.

(Feels. You'll love this if you like first person pov. This story told from Sakura's pov.)

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Other Dreams: tricksie || ff.net || M || oneshot

"Naruto, you shouldn't endanger yourself—" "Stop it," he snapped. Dropping his arm to hook under her seat, Naruto pulled her firmly onto his hip, locking her to him. Sakura gasped, suddenly aware of just how very close they were.

(Sexual tension. Romance. Leaves you wanting. Also, high on feels and lust on equal measure.)

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Heaven Unexpected: Folle || ff.net || M || oneshot

Because nothing can happen; it's Naruto. He always comes back. He's practically indestructible.

(Heavy on feels. There are chances that it might rain. Actually there are high chances. But oh well, it's beautiful and one of my favourites so here it goes.)

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Shade of the Leaf: Ravyn || ff.net || T || canon divergent || complete

Sasuke is back. Naruto has joined ANBU. Sakura is spending more time in the hospital than in the field. Team 7 struggles to redefine itself, because sometimes you don't know what you really want after all.

(Featuring Mature but still in-character!Naruto, Badass!Sakura, (Bit)Supportive!Sasuke along with Team 7 friendship. Mutual pining. Ending but with a lot loose ends.)

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Breaking Up Isn't that Hard to Do: Narf-for-the-Garthoc || ff.net || T || oneshot

This is not an epic tale of action, suspense and true love. Yeah, I'm disappointed, too.

(This is pure comedy. With a dash of romance. And insanity.)

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Steamy Encounters: Narf-for-the-Garthoc || ff.net || T || oneshot

A flurry of coincidences and fateful machinations bring Naruto and Sakura together at the local baths. Can they rein in their animal passions? And do you really think that's the kind of story I write?

(Just r e a d. Please.)

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Garden of Sanctuary: Nes Mikel || ff.net || T || Canon divergent || oneshot

An alternate ending to Naruto. The Heavens describe the Garden a peaceful paradise. The Hells describe the Garden a baneful prison. In here... which is it?

(This is part of a series which you can follow from the author's profile. This is the second part, but can be read exclusively. As far as the AU goes, this story and settings is brilliant and heartbreaking. This is told from Naruto's pov. To look at things from Sakura's, read the first part. It is multi-chaptered.)

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Complications: Geno Calamari || ff.net || T || canon divergent || oneshot

While capturing the Kyuubi, Uchiha Itachi finds true adversaries in the form of Haruno Sakura and Uzumaki Naruto.

(Wanna see NaruSaku teamwork? This is it! You wouldn't find it anywhere better. Strong!Naruto, Strong!Sakura versus Itachi Uchiha)

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Life is a waving feather: jusrecht || AO3 || T || AU || oneshot

Everyone thought they were inevitable.

(There's beauty in subtlety and this is that. Also, mentions of character death.)

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Home: kirabook || AO3 || T || AU || complete

Shinachiku finds himself in a strange place with little to no explanation. Everyone he knows is there, but why are they acting so strangely? Why do they seem so different? And where is his home? 

(Cute and heartwrenching at the same time. Cameo Stalker. Read this for NS family feels pre-marriage.)

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Things we never say: thekatthatbarks || AO3 || T || oneshot

She wished she knew how to hold things lightly. There were some things she was terrified of breaking. Whether it be from an honest misstep or simply because she could.

(Reminds you why we love NS so much.)

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Open seasons: sazzafraz || AO3 || T || SNS || postwar || oneshot

The way Sasuke comes home is less myth and more devastatingly embarrassing happenstance.

(Featuring badass!Sakura, obedient!Naruto and normal!Sasuke, as well as Sakura's commentary on her life)

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Five things Sakura will never tell Naruto: sowell || AO3 || T || AU || oneshot

Kunoichi know how to keep their secrets.

(NS relationship analysis story.)

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Artistic purposes: StormyInk || AO3 || M || AU || Oneshot

Sai finds his favorite drawing subjects a bit lacking of late, and he sets a plan into motion to draw his team mates together. Simply for the sake of his art, of course.

(Aka Sai is fed up from seeing his teammates dancing around each other and decides to help them get laid–the story. You gotta admit Sai is the best wingman.)

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I collect my tears (so I can drown you in them): amako || AO3 || T || AU || complete

The hardest thing is letting go. Or Sakura sees Naruto falling in love with Shikamaru a little more every day, and she does the only thing she can think of. Then it's only a matter of learning how to stop loving Naruto.

(Sakura and Angst that has nothing to do with Sasuke. Featuring Sakura-sensei. And Shikamaru. It's a great story if you know when to let go of canon)

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Stranger than the wild: kiddattwell || AO3 || M || SNS || postwar || Ongoing

The war is over and Sasuke is home for good, but Sakura can't choose between the boys she loves. Sasuke still has his demons and Naruto still fights them and Sakura still follows them both, but this time down a path that none of them expected.

(This is canon. It is the best SNS story I've ever read. Story told in SNS POV in rotation. Slow burn, pining and relationship complication. YOU GOTTA READ THIS, I INSIST!!!! Also features SaiIno and InoShika.)

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Bringing Back Sasuke: Blue Jeans || ff.net || T || post war || oneshot

Naruto brings Sasuke back to Sakura. Many, many times over. Sasuke does not appreciate; not the blood and definitely not the angst.

(I've read this story multiple times and it gets funnier and makes your heart hurt and swell simultaneously each time. NaruSaku wouldn't be blissfully happy together without Sasuke thrown somewhere in the mix, that's exactly why I love SNS. This story perfectly represents the dynamic of team 7.)

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Yurei: Kanji no Sakka || ff.net || T || AU || oneshot

The past should stay dead and buried, but it won't if Naruto can't let go.

(Not exactly my favourite story, but I liked the concept. We all know how stubborn Naruto is once decides on something. If he wants to become Hokage, he will become Hokage. If he believes in Sasuke, he will believe in him forever. If he loves Sakura, he will marry her – uh, or should have, very OCC of him that he didn't.)

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Tag NS fan you know so they don't miss any of this!

[leotanaka]

films i am planning to watch next:

arab blues

eiffel

flee

her love boils bathwater

lust caution

night of the kings

penguin

riding with sugar

rope

rrr

thappad

the life ahead

sew the winter to my skin

you won't be alone

everything everywhere all at once

next door

the bacchus lady

the worst person in the world

parallel mothers

pin cushion

titane

limbo