#collar x malice writing

[onyourowndaisymae]

how the collar x malice boys would react to you kissing all over their face!

cw/tags: established relationship, pure fluff, all that fun shit. mild suggestive content warning, but nowhere near explicit.

mineo enomoto:

flips out in the funniest way possible. his face is beet red, palms sweaty, as he loudly panics about you springing the surprise attack on him. tries to do the same thing to you but can't work up the nerve to do something so affectionate. he thinks it was really cute-- he doesn't tell you this directly, but at this point every thought that crosses his mind he's saying, so you find out anyways. in the end you have to comfort him about the whole thing. later remarks how that was something in his '100 Heart-Jerking Love Confessions' book he'd always wanted to try. promises that he'll surprise you with something even more cute and romantic next time.

takeru sasazuka:

immediately tenses up and calls you an idiot, trying to dodge the remainder of your kisses. if he manages to get away from you he immediately looks away so you can't see the heat rising to his cheeks. if he doesn't, he's protesting and tossing out insults as you laugh and kiss him all over. the moment he recovers, though, you lose. now he's the one teasing you. careful with this one. keep pushing him and he's gonna jump you. best cancel any plans you had for the rest of the day, because you're not going anywhere.

kei okazaki:

laughs, savoring the sweet gesture. he pulls you into a tight hug. pouts about you surprising him like that-- that's cheating! he buries his head in your neck and starts mumbling about how unfair it is that you can do that but he's not allowed to surprise you with kisses all over. he quickly reminds you *why* he's not allowed to have free reign with his kisses as he starts attacking your neck, nipping at the fragile skin and attempting to mark you until you squirm enough for him to stop. promises to get you back later... and you are absolutely certain he won't forget. makes a habit of paying you back several times over.

kageyuki shiraishi:

freezes, blinking for several moments as he tries to process what just happened. then he laughs, calls the affectionate gesture cute. he flips it on you by teasing you without mercy. what was that all about? are you so in love with him that you can't help but shower him in affection? in all honesty, he's pretty flustered by it. a gesture like that was so pure, so wholesome that it made him feel squishy and vulnerable inside. but he's supposed to be calm and aloof like always, he thinks, so he focuses his energy on teasing you. expect this incident to be brought up for months to come.

aiji yanagi:

this old man goes red pretty quick. he stares in disbelief for a few moments before bashfully hiding his face behind his hand. he shouldn't be getting this embarrassed over a few kisses, not at his age, but you just do things to him. you make him feel young and stupid again. it takes him a minute to finally look you in the eye, but he eventually returns your affections with a sweet kiss and a warning not to mess with him like that, or he'll have to return the favor. push your luck any further and enomoto's going to have to find somewhere else to stay for the night.

BONUS:

hideaki yoshinari:

this man's brain does a full system reboot the moment you kiss him like that. him...? really? it makes him feel like some dashing protagonist at the end of a romantic comedy. once his brain restarts he's doing the same to you. forehead, nose, jaw, cheeks, and eventually your lips-- he leaves no area neglected. you just make him so happy. by the end you guys are romping around like excitable puppies, showing each other in all the affection you can manage.

[my-current-obsession]

I decided to post a tier list of my thoughts of all the routes in various otomes that I’ve played. I was inspired to do this because I just finished Norn9, and while I’ll admit that upon finishing the game I have SEVERAL issues with the story as a whole and a few routes in particular, I did love Akito and Heishi enough to add them to my favorite routes of all time, and I’ll definitely return to the game every now and then just to replay those two, if nothing else. Looking forward to the fandisc, too!

I’d be happy to talk about my feelings in depth for basically any otome or specific route, if you’re curious. My absolute favorites are Code: Realize, Collar x Malice, Taisho x Alice, and Even if Tempest.

[hellcatinnc]

Fluffruary Day 22 - Calm Embrace

(Calm)

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, keys to the house, sleeping, tired, cooking together, cooking, sleeping together, sleep in same bed, bed, precious, romantic, flowers, love

Word Count: 1,073

Feature: Kei x Fem! Reader

Theme: Calm

@fluffruaryprompts

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You wake up in the middle of the afternoon not realizing you were so tired after a long day at work. Your boyfriend Kei didn't help much either he is always wanting to snuggle you when you get home from work and of course if you two fall asleep he is even happier. This was one of those days where you were super stressed and work was overly hectic however when you get home to calm you he pulled you on to the couch and snuggled you. Kei gives the best hugs though they are like a warm blanket wrapped around you. He always is bringing new pillows over to, your hallway closet has so many pillows in it now because he is always testing them out.

You look over at him and he is still peacefully sleeping so you get up and decide to get supper ready for the evening. You both have such tough jobs somedays all you get with each other is a nice supper and sleeping snuggled up together then back to the job again. Life is busy with you two however Kei spends most his time at your apartment these days so he knows he will at least have some time with you. He isn't the best helping when it comes to things around the house though. You learned awhile back that he is horrible at washing clothes they always end up not clean, shrunk, or dyed off colors than what they started with. His vacuuming skills there is a lack there of he is quiet scared of the noise and after a horror story about letting a robot vac escape his home you felt getting one of those with him around was useless.

People like to call him stupid but this sweet man likes to surprise you with flowers, run you bubble baths, snuggle you anywhere, hold you in the kitchen while you cook for him, cover you in kisses and more. He really just needs people to show him how to do things but make them fun to learn because if not he would take on his favorite past time....sleep. When you get off work he is always there to walk you home and he has no issue holding your hand and showing affection in public, this is something most men have issues with. He is also very good at his job and his loyalty is just as strong as yours. Having him in your life you knew you found the perfect soulmate so you can be cozy and soft in his arms the rest of your life.

Your evening consists of bubble baths usually with him joining you which always makes such a mess. Its like having a big kid around sometimes but you wouldn't want it any other way. Your typical day with him is uneventful and mundane however he always makes you feel happy and comfortable. All his embraces are calming almost like a art the way he makes you feel loved and wanted. Tonight you decided your going to surprise him though, most times you two fall asleep on the couch together but your surprise is going to floor him. As he wakes up and cuddles you in the kitchen like usual he whispers softly in your ear "I love you sweetheart." You smile kissing the side of his mouth since he is in such a odd position. You finish up cooking some home made goodies that he loves and sit down for a quiet meal.

Looking up across the table your eyes meet. "My love, I want you to sleep in the bed with me tonight." He looks up with a soft grin on his face like a happy puppy thats been giving doggy snacks. He was so excited he wasted no time jumping up picking you up and swinging you around in your arms. He was ecstatic however the best part was when you added a small box in front of him on the table once you two were sat back down. He shook it and sniffed it like a child would. He opened the box seeing a key inside, as he looked at it curiously before he perked up the moment you started to speak. "Thats your very own key to this apartment, almost like we live together." The grin that came across his face was pure precious you could tell it meant so much to him to be this close to you, and feel so valued with love for you.

Surprisingly enough to most people they have no idea that he is pretty old fashioned when it comes to taking care of his woman. This would be the first time he would be in your bed after dating a few months now. Sure you have slept together on the couch but that is way different. You coasted through the night a movie curled up on the couch together as well as a bubble bath he poured for you. It was time for sleep he was already in bed ready to sleep when you walked in. He was wearing a casual set of pants and top not really pajamas but would suffice as a pair to sleep in anyways. His eyes met yours as you come into the room with a comfy pair of pajamas however still more revealing than his. You could see his mouth almost drop as he took in the sight.

You climbed in bed beside him a bit nervous to actually lay in bed in his arms, what could it lead to, you question yourself how far you were willing to let it go. No sooner than you went to lay back he was behind you pulling you into him. Your back against his chest as his strong arms envelop around your midsection as he whispered with a low growl "You will never sleep alone again." His statement was cute and you couldn't help but giggle to his declaration. You snuggle down in his calm embrace and welcome slumber with his safety that makes you feel loved and cherished. You close your eyes as you hear his breathing soften and slow down, you know he is already almost asleep. As you whisper a soft vow of your own... "You will always have my heart, I pinky swear on it," His grin surfaces across his face as you both drift off to dreams happy and content.

[ayaspen]

Hi!!

Hello and welcome to Butterfly Scribbles!

My name’s Butterfly (Not really), and I'm very excited to embark on this journey with all of you here on Tumblr!

This blog is a space where we can talk about things that we’re passionate about, be it Books, Movies and series/anime/Kdrama, Otome Games, music/Kpop and a lot more!

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I will also be creating main masterlists of the different topics I will be treating in this blog, Hopefully there will be everything for everyone!

I've always wanted to write and express my thoughts and feelings about different things I love, so this would be my humble approach on the subject!

With all that being said I’m really hoping everyone would enjoy my content and join the discussions that I’m going to start here, and I'm really excited to give it my best!

*I am definitely not a professional reviewer, I am merely a passionate art consumer, and this account is for fun purposes only, so kindly take that in mind.*

Love, 🦋

[bustabuddies]

Bustabuddies Intro~

Hey everyone! Welcome to the Bustabuddies blog! We're two admins who enjoy writing fanfic for our favourite fandoms,

Hi! My name is Shae and I go by he/him. I don’t mind nicknames or anything like that so feel free to act OVERLY FAMILIAR with me (but not too much...)

I play lots of otome games and ramble a lot about them on my personal blog, @shaebert​ so if you wanna see tons of cute otome art I reblog then follow me there!

Shae writes for:

Bustafellows

Collar x Malice

Café Enchanté  

Lover Pretend

Sidekicks!

I sign off with “-🐱“

Our second admin is Ray, who goes by he/him and they/them pronouns. He doesn’t mind nicknames either, so feel free to be friendly with us both~.

He mostly watches me play otome games, and watches a LOT of cartoons too!

If you wanna check out his personal blogs, there’s @doctor-ramen​ for general posting and @doc-draws​​ for his artwork!

Ray writes for:

Bustafellows

Moomins

The Owl House

Stardew Valley

Baldur’s Gate III

He signs off with “-🌿”

Feel free to send a request! We do have some guidelines and rules though, so please be mindful before sending your request!

YES:

Fluff

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

AUs

NO:

Smut/NSFW

Yandere

REQUESTS ARE: Open!

[giggly-squiggily]

Ohh I'm so sorry 😅 It's my bad for not specifying! It's the teasy and arguably slightly sadistic fox boyo from Collar x Malice? Kageyuki Shiraishi is his full name! I can always come up with something different if you don't know him though lovely ❤️

I'm so glad I could make your night a Lil brighter in any case! 😊

{Puffs are officially CLOSED}

AHH YESH!!! It's been a hot minute since I've written for Collar x Malice! God, I miss them! Sorry for the confusion on my part, friend- I hope you like it!

You knew the second his hand brushed your side you were done for.

“EHE!” Kageyuki looked up at your squeak, blinking a few times at you. “What-”

“Nothing! Nothing I- erm…” You panicked, looking for an excuse and coming up empty. “I’m n-not ticklish!”

Smooth, (Y/N). Real smooth.

Kageyuki stared at you longer, tilting his head curiously at your words. Then that teasy smile of his pulled on his lips, sending shivers down your spine. “My my- so you’re not ticklish? If I were to do this-” He reached out towards the spot he brushed, making you jerk back with a giggle. “...Interesting.”

“S-Shiriashi…” You stammered, stepping back until you felt the cool wall behind you. Your face warmed when he got closer, eyes dancing with curiosity. “Please, you’re wasting your time! I’m n-not-

“You're not ticklish?” He mused, amusement coloring his tone as he brought his fingers to your sides, making you freeze. “You must feel awfully bold to think you can get away with lying to me like that.” He leaned forward until his forehead pressed against yours, leaving you nowhere to run. “Did you forget I’m a profiler?”

“N-No I-Ah! Ahehahahhaha, Shihihihiriahahahhshi!” You could barely get your next words out before he was pressing into your ribs, drawing slow menacing circles into the sensitive spots. “Pleahhhahhhahase, dohoohohohon’t!”

“Well well, now  what do we have here? You really did try to lie to me.” Kageyuki smirked, drinking in your laughter as you halfheartedly pushed at his arms. “And you’re barely fighting back. Are you enjoying this, (Y/N)?”

“Shuhuhuhuhush! Dohooohn’t sahahhay it like thahahahhat! Ehehhahaha!”

“You didn’t deny it. I must be on the correct path.” Kageyuki brought his hands up higher, making you squeal when he found a bad spot along your upper ribs. “I must learn more. Come now, (Y/N). Tell me everything I want to know.”

[otometrashqueen]

I wasn’t ready for all feels I felt at the end of Shiraishi’s route 😭 I am a sucker for LI that is secretly with the bad guys but risks it all for me. Also, the LI that will kill for me *chef’s kiss* I didn’t think Shiraishi would top Kei’s route, but prove me wrong again!

I also adored the tragic ending for Shiraishi, I love me a dystopian apocalypse. The master and pet dynamic for them is so tragic but also so delicious, that CG is a contender to be my favorite Tragic Love one, but I haven’t done all the tragic ends yet bc my heart is weak 😆

[keiaoi811]

You are like brother to me

My scenario and headcanons for my crossover au:

Jouno and Okazaki meeting as a kids, on spring break. Spending time on the countryside, that Jouno family have a cottage there.

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Trying to find a peace in shadows which tall, greens, garden walls was sending, Jouno rest on a small bench with a book. Focused on every word, while a warm breeze ruffles his white locks. Jouno was in his own wonderland when suddenly, an intruder interrupted his idyll.

A soft lick, caress the boy lips, who immediately jumped away in disgust.

-"What was that?!" Jouno yelled harshly, while his hands was rubbing over his mouth to get rid off this unpleasant 'treat'.

-"A kitten. It's so friendly and fluffy, want to hold- Okazaki with cheerful voice, presents his new companion when Jouno cut him on his words.

-"No, thank you." Boy on a bench, replied with frowned expression, but Kei smiled wider, pushing kitten to his direction again. The pets furr, gently tease, young boy skin, making his inner irritation to grow more and more.

One tried to push a small creature away, while another do opposite, making the poor thing feels trapped in this childish banter.

Finally, cat jump off from Okazaki arms, disappearing between flowery bushes.

-"Oh, it runaway." Words quietly left violet eyed boy, meanwhile a sight of relief was heard from another.

Jouno gets up from his, no longer peaceful, place but Okazaki had different plans. Wrapping his fingers around wrist of grumpy friend, Kei drags Saigiku in opposite direction.

-"Hey! Let go of me!!"

-"There a very big tree, around small pond. Let's go and see what we can find there together!"

No matter, how many times Jouno objects, in the end, like some stuff toy, he was dragged everywhere and nowhere by his new 'enemy'.

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•Okazaki would made a friendship bracelets for him and Jouno. At first, Jouno complaint a lot but he didn't throw it away and keep it, even when he is an adult 🥺

•Okazaki would be taller as a kid from Jouno, which got reversed when they entered the adulthood.

•-"Now i look, like the younger brother. You got so tall Sai."

-"Firstly, i am not your brother. Secondly, it's suits you very well, the same annoyance level."

•Jouno inside feels his ego grow when he discovered, he is the tall one

•They meet as a kids but didn't saw each other for a very long time. By accident, they paths crossed again. Jouno names this day as the "worst day of his life".

•Okazaki view him as family member, no matter what. Trying his best to find time to spend time together, which is not easy. But he is very stubborn and determined.

•Also Tecchou end up, get to know Okazaki, which makes Jouno think if they are not some lost siblings or cousins.

•-"It's impossible that you two have such broken taste buds and totally not related! What was the chance?! I am cursed by gods or something?!?!"

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I hope someone will like this silly idea of mine ((ﾐ´ω`ﾐ)) maybe this never gonna happen but they are so dear to me hahah

[kayloveanime]

I just… love otome game bad endings so much???

Like yes I love this boy and want him and MC to be happy, but also I want to know how they act when things do not go right.

[nonsensetime]

Some random drawings from the manga I finished some days ago. You have it in my Pixiv account ^^.

[doctor-bus]

Playing Code Realize and while I'm sure I will come to love it ;w; I miss the Bustafellows characters and their amazing found family dynamic

[onyourowndaisymae]

genuine shoutout to the creators in fandom spaces. there are fandom-related art pieces that have genuinely lingered in my mind for ages. i will scroll back through my likes frequently just to reread a post i saved forever ago because it's that good. fan creation can be a thankless job, especially when you burnout or feel underappreciated, but just know that i genuinely am in awe of every creator's ability to build upon something so loved and create masterpieces that i think about years later

[illyrianbitch]

An Education in Malice

Pairing: Vanserra!Reader x Azriel

Summary: With the sharp tongue of your notorious family, you are Azriel's most tantalizing challenge yet. It only takes one small meeting before you both realize that the line between hate and desire is dangerously thin.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, rough, angry, hate sex basically. sexual degradation (name calling), p in v penetration, sex in da woods, bickering and insults, inner circle slander

Word Count: 6.6k

a/n: i know technically we wouldnt be a princess... but we r a high lord family so were running with it for the sexual tension. also dedicated to my soulmate and the brilliant babe, @itsswritten who told me to write sumthin smutty like this. thank her 🫡

Part Two

✹ ✶ 𖧷 ✶✹

“Hello, Shadowsinger.”

Azriel’s jaw clenched at the sound. 

He’d almost forgotten how grating your voice was to his ears, how it made his body tense with an emotion he could never quite describe. He turned around slowly, taking you in where you stood leaning casually against a tree. 

The dress you wore was reminiscent of autumn court elegance, fabric cascading around you in rich hues of crimson, gold, and amber, like the vibrant foliage of the season brought to life, sleeves like flickering flames. There was a sense of wrongness in seeing such an elegant form amidst the wild, your commanding presence even more striking than that of your other family members. If he didn't know who you were, he would have been tempted to describe you as something of unparalleled beauty, a vision amidst a forest of wilderness.

But Azriel knew who you were. He knew what you were. 

He had noticed the similarities between you and your brothers quickly, from your mannerisms down to the curve of your lips. You and Eris shared the same snarky smirk– a smirk Az wanted to wipe clean off your faces. You were using it now, holding his gaze with the corners of your lips upturned and amused eyes. 

“You look thrilled to see me,” you said. 

Az did nothing to hide his disdain as he narrowed his eyes at you. “Where is your brother?” 

“Busy,” you responded, absentmindedly running the tips of your fingers along the tree you leaned on. You took a moment to observe the bark before you turned to face Azriel again, a small taunting smile on your lips once more. “I’ll let him know you missed him.”

Azriel held your gaze for a moment, a tick in his jaw as he let out a short exhale. Then, he was turning around to leave, a clear dismissal. A small flicker of anger rose in your body. Quickly, you winnowed in front of him, your sudden appearance setting his shadows into a frenzied dance around him, coalescing into a swirling mass around his neck like a collar of live snakes ready to strike. 

“Don’t be rude,” you said, “I’m here on Eris’ behalf. Give me information to report back to him.”

“Nothing to report,” Azriel said, voice flat. He stared at you for a moment, eyes scanning you. And then he was making another notion to leave, brushing past you with a small shove to your shoulder. You nearly laughed at the action, at how easy he was becoming to rile up— at how much your presence bothered him. 

“You don’t want to stay and chat?” You said over your shoulder. A flutter of triumph spread in your chest when you heard his footsteps come to a halt. You turned to face him, his back still to you, shadows swirling around his body like black flames. “It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other.”

Azriel turned to face you, a small scowl on his beautiful features. “Not long enough.”

You laughed, the sound stroking his body in a way that sent shivers down his spine. You let out a sigh.

“I get bored in Autumn sometimes, you know?”

Briefly, something flickered in Azriel’s hazel eyes, but it faded faster than you could decipher what it meant or where it came from. He titled his head slightly, eyes taking you in fully.

“Not enough cruelty for you?”

“Something like that.”

You both held each other's stares, his icy gaze against your fiery one. He lifted his chin slightly, rolling his shoulders as if to straighten his already stiff posture. You didn’t miss the way his wings extended slightly from their tucked in position, just enough to stand as a warning, as a reminder of who he was— what he was. 

“This is a waste of my time.”

Yet, Azriel made no move to leave— not this time. 

“Because you have such important matters to return to?” You asked with a raised brow, “You said it yourself, nothing to report. So, are there some damsels in distress to be saved? Something to make you feel important?”

You made sure to pay extra attention to when you mocked his previous words, tone dropping slightly deeper to imitate his. Azriel’s eyes narrowed even more, a dark wave of evident anger washing through his face, nostrils flared, jaw clenched. You bit the inside of your cheek to contain your grin. 

You were playing with something dangerous, this you knew. But Azriel was so fun to rile up, so easy to. You understood, now, why your brother seemed to enjoy these meetings so much. You’d assumed Eris was some sort of masochist, somehow finding pleasure in the necessity of being allies with the Night Court, the same people who so commonly disregarded you and your family as evil and cruel— although, they were right to a certain extent. But perhaps Eris had found some sort of entertainment with this affair. 

“Stop talking,” was Azriel’s only reply. 

“Why?”

He took a step forward. You made sure to stay still, to hold his gaze as he peered down at you. 

“Because you’re trying to get a rise out of me,” Azriel responded, his voice cool, “and it will not work.”

“Oh please,” you scoffed. “Play the unphased act all you’d like, we both know its bullshit.”

He said nothing in response, his eyes remaining locked on yours. Azriel’s stare was harder now, colder. A clear warning was written in his features, carved out between his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes: do not fuck with me. 

But you welcomed the challenge. If he wasn’t going to admit it, you were more than willing to prove your point. 

“You put my brother in a chokehold in a public meeting. You have no self-control. You’re just constantly one spark away from igniting.”

Azriel growled. “Your brother deserved it.”

You raised your brow in a small taunt. 

“Because he called your precious Morrigan a slut?”

Whether Azriel wanted to admit it or not, you were very easily tearing at his resolve. He moved quickly, his hand naturally falling to the dagger at his hip. Shadows moved closer to you, but with a swift movement of your fingers, they were met with the spark of a small flame, quickly retracting back into their mass form near Azriel’s shoulders. You winnowed back to your original place, back against the rough tree bark. 

“Careful, Shadowsinger,” you sneered, “You’re forgetting your manners.You didn’t even let me finish.”

Azriel wore a clear scowl now, brows furrowed as he held your gaze from afar, hand still on his weapon. There was something deadly about the way you made him feel, the intensity of those feelings far surpassing any hatred he held for your brothers– Eris, specifically. In truth, the more time Az spent near Lucien, the more he saw him as someone good– and the less similarities he seemed to bear with you, his conniving snake of a sister. You opened your mouth to taunt him once more.

“I don’t agree with my brother,” you said, “Hell, I admire Morrigan for her freedom. I do love a pretty dress. So, I would have called her something else… a liar, perhaps?”

Those words were all it took to light Azriel’s fuse.

Within a blink, he was in front of you, the cold steel of a dagger, Truth-Teller you presumed, pressed against your neck. His wings flared out angrily behind him. Shadows surged around you, a suffocating darkness descending like a shroud, swallowing the sunlight and leaving only a void of darkness. You stared into Azriel's eyes— cold, and angry.

"Shut up," he snarled.

For a moment, a sense of fear flickered deep in your stomach, but you swallowed it down, the flame diminishing before it could properly ignite. Even as his shadows threatened to consume you both whole, you refused to back down, meeting Azriel's gaze with a defiant stare of your own. And then, you grinned. A cruel, wicked gesture that made his blood boil.

“Nice to see you perform without an audience, too.”

Azriel's voice was laden with disdain as he responded, words dripping with venom. "You and your brother are exactly the same."

But instead of flinching at the accusation, you maintained your smirk, unfazed by the blade pressed against your neck. "Which brother? I have quite a few," you countered, your tone teasing, almost playful.

Azriel's grip tightened, images of your family conjuring in his mind. Az could barely remember the names of your other brothers, their features blurring into a blurry mess of fiery auburn and copper. Instead, his mind focused on you– the female before him, under his grip and his dagger, standing next to the two males he despised for different reasons. 

“You can decide,” Azriel finally said, “they’re all equally terrible.”

“I’d say Lucien is a good male,” you laughed bitterly, “I’m willing to bet your sweet Elain would agree.”

A surge of fury rose within him, a deep primal instinct to lash out and silence your taunts once and for all. But even as he bristled with anger, he realized you were right.

He was constantly teetering on the edge, one step away from losing control. It had gotten worse recently, watching everyone around him find their place, their people; Elain growing closer to Lucien, his brothers spending time with their mates. Azriel was frustrated. He was angry. You’d done exactly what he told you wouldn’t happen– gotten a rise out of him. He hated it, hated you, hated himself even more.

Azriel took a deep breath, your heated gaze still on him, eyes narrowed, a small smirk on your lips that he filled him with a burning anger. It wasn’t as if he could kill you, no, he couldn’t even really hurt you. One mark on the Vanserra’s youngest and only daughter would be a mark for war. This was a battle Az couldn't win, indulging your provocations for the mere sake of your entertainment. He needed to calm down. Regain control. 

The shadows around you began to recede and sunlight filtered back into the clearing as Azriel  pushed you away with a snarl. You leaned your head back against the tree as you took a deep breath.

He studied you for a moment before saying,  "You'd think someone as pretentious as you wouldn't need to rely on irritating someone for an ounce of attention." 

There was a subtle shift in your demeanor—a swallowed response, a flicker of vulnerability. His gaze followed the movement down to the column of your throat.

“Pretentious?” 

You gave a bitter laugh.

"Yes, pretentious. All of you Vanserras," Azriel retorted with a bitter edge, “Every single one.”

"That's ironic coming from you. You think we're pretentious?"

Azriel's gaze hardened. "Yes. Cruel, evil, and vile. You think you're better than all of us."

Your mouth widened as you scoffed. And then you let out a laugh of disbelief. 

"Oh my Gods, does it ever get tiring?" you retorted, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Wallowing in your own self-pity and then using it as a means to hate everyone outside of your incestuous little circle?"

"Do not speak of my family," Azriel snapped.

You smirked. “So you admit your family is incestuous?”

Azriel said nothing, a sudden realization that his anger, once again, had beat him to his rationality, somehow giving you another weapon to use against him.  He clenched his jaw, feeling a simmering heat building in his stomach. 

"You stand in front of me and pretend to be shocked when I call you for what you are?" he countered with a sneer, “Your family isn't quiet about their disdain for my family, for my kind, or for me."

You lifted your chin. “You don’t even like your own kind, Shadowsinger.” 

There was another flare of his nostrils and you knew that you’d gotten him once again. Azriel’s fists clenched at his sides, a sight lost to you as his shadows covered them. You continued as he stayed silent.

“I will admit, my family can be a bit narrow minded. Why would I hate you for the things you can’t control? Where's the fun in that?”   

Again, Azriel remained silent. He knew if he made a move, if he said a word, it would likely be something he regretted, something that would come back to bite him in the ass. 

"I don’t hate you because you’re from the Night Court, or an Illyrian, or a bastard, or whatever it is you tell yourself at night," you continued, your words like a dagger aimed at his pride. "I hate you because you are hot-headed and arrogant. You’ve held a grudge against Eris for something that wasn’t his fault and have utterly screwed Lucien to no end. Your little family is a disease.”

Azriel’s resolve was cracking. He didn’t have enough self-control for this, for you. He’d barely mustered up the diplomacy needed to meet with Eris. 

“Stop talking,” he said through gritted teeth. He felt it again, the flicker of frustration that threatened to engulf him like an unattended flame.

You gave him a withering glare. “Or what, you’ll make me?”

Azriel blinked, his eyes scanning your body instinctively. There was something about the words you spoke, the way you had spoken them, that made his body shiver. A small jolt of electricity passed through his muscles. Unfortunately for him, you caught it as quick as it manifested. Your eyes widened as you let out a dry laugh, forming a small smirk on your lips.

“Oh my gods,” you said, taking a step closer, “I bet you’d like that, wouldn't you? Is that why you’re such an ass today? 

Azriel’s wings twitched behind him. You gave him a mocking pout as you stared up at him. 

“No one to torture, no sweet female to make love to? Poor, powerful, Spymaster.”

Azriel thought for a moment. He thought about the anger boiling in his body, how on edge he’d been, how every little thing had been setting him off. He thought about you, in front of him, a female he despised from previous meetings– loud-mouthed, vicious, and selfish. A female from a family he hated, a family that took things from his family, from him. 

And then he began thinking of how great it would feel to show them how wrong they were about him. To prove to them that they weren’t better than him, that he was just as, if not more, powerful than their damned bloodline.

You had been right again. He was pent up. He hadn’t taken a lover recently, hadn’t fucked anyone since that one almost-night with Elain– where she’d been sweet, sensitive, and gentle. But even before, with the females who’d asked for it rough, told him they could handle it, he hadn’t indulged himself too far. He still respected them. They were still wide-eyed and kind, sweet to a certain extent. He didn’t want to hurt them. They were ladies. Azriel respected ladies. 

“I said stop talking,” Azriel growled. 

There was a tick in his jaw. 

“And I said, make me.”

But you, you weren’t a lady. You weren’t sensitive, sweet, or kind. You were a viper. A snake with beautiful lips and a body he found incredibly inviting— not that he’d ever admit it to anyone. But standing in front of him, that defiant look in your eyes, the pride seeping off you, the smirk on your lips… Azriel felt hungry. He felt ravenous. 

So, he thought for one more moment. And then he was taking a step forward, one that you matched with an equal stepback. 

“Y/n,” Azriel drawled as he continued to take another step. You matched him again, moving back while you glared at him. “Are you not getting enough attention? Is that it?”

Your back hit the tree and you let out a small exhale as Azriel took a final step forward, inches away from you as he stared down with a dark gaze. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You bit out. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You attempted to regulate your breathing as his eyes drank you in, a clear and unashamed desire painted over his face. 

“Do I look like a fucking mind-reader?”

 Azriel gave a dry chuckle. You were unraveling before him, scrambling for control. “Such a vile mouth for a princess.”

“Fuck you.”

“Is that why you came?” He brought a hand to your chin, roughly tilting your face up to look directly at him. “Do you want to be fucked, Y/n?”

The answer was yes, you did. There was a sickening sense of excitement that ran through your blood, a heat pooling between your thighs. But you wouldn’t admit it. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction, weren’t about to prove him right. So instead you stayed quiet, pulling your face out of his hands and turning your cheek. 

“I came for intel,” you said through gritted teeth, “in Eris’ place.”

Azriel gave another chuckle, something dark and humorous. His hand trailed to the side of your neck, pushing the hair off your shoulders to expose the line of your collarbone. You swallowed.

“Interesting,” he said. He leaned in, lips against your ear. “Then what is that desire I smell?”

You let out a sharp exhale as he leaned away. Taking a deep breath, you looked at him, biting the inside of your cheek at your body's betrayal. You needed to balance this.

“Maybe its you that needs a good fuck, Shadowsinger. Like I said, you seem real pent up. Noone quite scratching that itch?”

But Azriel no longer seemed angry at your words, instead, he seemed amused– hungry. He was quiet for a second too long, simply staring at you. A sense of irritation prickled at your skin.

“What?” You snapped.

“I can admit that,” Azriel said coolly, “if you can admit something to me.”

“What, are we trading secrets now? I wasn’t aware this was a children's sleepover.”

Azriel didn’t respond. You registered the movement of a dark shadow as it fled from his body, slowly sneaking around your collarbone. You attempted to hit it away, but it quickly slithered back to Azriel, running up his chest to curl around his ear. He smirked. 

“When was the last time someone fucked you, Y/n?”

The air left your lungs as you let out a small gasp. You blinked. Quickly, you regained your composure.

“Excuse me?”

Azriel kept his smirk. “It must be hard getting anyone to touch you when you’re so sheltered by those males you call brothers.” 

He reached out a hand to your bare collarbone, but you caught his wrist in your hand, allowing it to hover in your grip. His eyes slowly trailed up to your face, heavy-lidded and darkened with a sense of attention that made your stomach clench. 

“What the hell are you getting at?” You sneered.

Azriel simply stared at you, the ghost of a smirk still plastered on his lips. His reactions had you gritting your teeth in anger and rubbing your thighs in anticipation at the same time— you hated it.

“Don’t ask questions you know the answers to.”

“You're pathetic,” you spat, “Save your games for a bitch who cares.”

But you still gripped his hand in yours, still felt the heat radiating off his skin. And you made no motion to move. No motion to let him pull back. Azriel didn’t fail to notice this, either. 

“That snarky mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble. But I bet that's why you use it, right?”

Your breathing was heavier now. Azriel’s gaze flickered to where you still gripped his wrist.

“You can fool everyone, Y/n,” he said, “But not me.”

You shouldn’t have enjoyed the way his voice sounded on your skin, shouldn’t have felt a breathlessness filling your body as he spoke to you. But you felt it. And it was a burning, hungry desire that made your chest tighten. This was what you wanted, it was what you needed. 

Azriel was right. The bastard had read you like a book. Your family, your brothers, never let anyone near you for fear of embarrassment– fear of you bringing some sense of shame. But Azriel was right. You wanted it. You craved it. You wanted to forget who you were, to give up the control you always had to wield. 

Before you could overthink it, you loosened your grip on Azriel’s hand and pulled it towards you, situating it on the side of your throat. You let out a small gasp when he quickly wrapped his fingers around the base of your neck. 

And then he was pulling you into him with a deep and angry kiss. All teeth, tongue, and fire, mouths crashing together almost painfully, but neither of you stopped. With every movement of his mouth, of his tongue on yours, a dormant flame deep within you awoke. 

A primal desire surged through Azriel’s veins like wildfire, the scent of you– of your want, of your desire– filling his senses in a way that had his cock throbbing. There was no room for rational thought, only the raw, unbridled passion that engulfed him in a fiery embrace. His hand found its way into your hair, fingers brushing along your scalp as he yanked your hair to expose your neck to him. His lips wandered to your exposed collarbone, giving a harsh suck to the skin near the column of your throat. 

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Shut up,” you responded, reaching your hands out to fumble with his leather clothes. Azriel pulled back slightly, grabbing your wandering hands in his. You let out a sound of protest as he ran sloppy kissing along your neck.

“Oh how i’d love to fuck that foul mouth of yours,” Azriel murmured against your skin, his mouth reaching your ear. “But we’re short on time.” He took your lobe in between his teeth and you let out a small groan.

“I bet all you’ll need is a few minutes– and that's being generous.”

Azriel’s hand gripped at your waist, traveling up your chest to roughly grab your breast through your dress. 

“No wonder you’re so insufferable.” he said, his voice amused as he pulled back, his other hand tugged at your hair once more. “You haven’t been fucked properly.”

You snarled. "Fuck you." 

Azriel grinned.

"Oh, princess, I will.”

And then he was pulling the front of your dress down, exposing your bare breasts before him, nipples peaked in the fresh air. You let out a gasp as a small faint ripping sound traveled to your ears. Before you had a chance to react, Azriel was spinning you around, pulling your back against his chest, one hand bracketing your throat as the other traveled down your stomach, grabbing at the fabric at your dress. 

"But first, you're going to beg me for it,” he breathed into your ear, his voice so low you felt it more than you heard it. His words traveled straight to your core, leaving you dripping with want. Yet, you refused to let the words leave your lips. You gritted your teeth, bristled at the suggestion— pride and defiance warring within you. 

“Like hell I will.”

Azriel made a sound of disapproval, his mouth still running along your ear, “No?” he asked, hand slowly trailing from your throat to your chest, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. “So you don’t want me to touch you?”

His hand fell over your breast, cupping it in his palm as his thumb brushed over your nipple. You watched as black tendrils of shadow danced around his forearm, meeting where his fingers tweaked your nipple. Their cool gentle touch sent a ripple of sensation through you and your head fell back against him as you let out a small whimper. 

“Stop being a fucking tease.” 

Azriel found that he loved the way you whimpered, loved the tinge of frustration in your voice as he touched you. Here you were, melting into his touch, attempting to avoid admitting in words what your body was showing in actions.

“I asked you to do something.” 

He rolled your nipple between his fingers. You let out a deep exhale, pushing yourself back onto him, grinding into the evident bulge that pressed against you, the thin material of your dress doing nothing to disguise his hardened length. 

“Just fuck me already,” you turned your head to catch his gaze, darkened and pupils blown with lust. “I know you want to.”

You covered his hand in yours, molding his hand into your touch, urging him to grab your breast again– harder, firmer. 

The corners of his lips quirked up. “That doesn’t matter. Beg for it.”

Agonizingly slow, his hands roamed your trembling form, lighting flames of desire that you almost feared would consume you whole. Second by second, you felt yourself losing control. The heat of his touch seared through you, eroding the last crumbs of your resistance until all that remained was a burning need to be filled by him, to succumb to the primal urges coursing through your veins. You wanted him. You needed him. 

“Please,” you whispered, the truth spilling from your lips in a voice so meek you barely recognized it as your own. 

"Please what?"

With a trembling breath, you finally let go of the last shreds of your resistance, your voice coming out in a deep, frustrated plea.  “Please fuck me.”

Azriel's lips curved into a predatory smirk. 

“Good girl,” he said, his voice low and sultry as he pulled away from you. In one movement he was pulling your ass closer to him, forcing your body forward to brace yourself on the tree. In seconds you felt the cool air on your body as Azriel pushed your dress above your hips. Naturally, you felt your body bowing at the sensation. He let out a groan at the sight. 

Then he was spreading your legs, baring you before him, glistening cunt on full display. His rough hands gripped your bare ass. He massaged it for a moment, but the motion was brief, and soon you felt a hard hand land on the fat of your cheek. You let out a small shriek, but it was followed by a low moan as he delivered another smack. Azriel smirked at the sound of it, at the sight of your ass reddening with his handprint. 

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” You managed to grit out as you pushed your ass out further,  “I’m growing bored.”

“Bored?” He ran finger through the wetness that pooled at your core. “Your cunt doesn’t seem to think so.”

You moaned at the feeling, pushing yourself back against his hand.

“Too stubborn to admit anything,” Azriel murmured, “But your body gives you away.” 

Azriel took a step back, your body cold at the loss of contact as he freed himself from the confine of his leather pants, each movement filled with a primal urgency that would’ve made him unsettled— embarrassed even— if he had been in a more rational state of mind. But Azriel wasn’t being rational. All he could think about was you, and staring at your beautiful glistening cunt, all he wanted was to fuck you into oblivion, to let his frustrations out. To tame you like a wild animal— his most tantalizing challenge yet. 

He settled himself behind you and stroked his cock along your folds, allowing it to glide against your core until both of you were slick with your desire. He teased you slowly as he moved up and down your entrance. You pushed against him, urging him inside, inviting him to take you. 

Azriel only laughed darkly at the movements, and you whined in response, frustrated and irritated. 

“Remember this the next time you insult me,” he said, “Remember how you were begging for me to fuck you.” 

Half a breath later, he pushed himself inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt. You exhaled in tandem, your cunt clenching him, pulsing around the stretch of him.  He adjusted his angle and picked up the pace, sending pleasure rising in a wave that you couldn’t hold back, your mouth falling open as he began to take you harder. 

You let your forehead fall against your hands, braced against the rough texture of the tree. You faintly felt the ridges under your palm, but there was no pain, no irritation that you knew you were bound to experience later. All you could truly feel was Azriel deep inside you, stretching you out and using you in a way you hadn’t experienced for a very long time. The lust Azriel felt, the experience of being with you, of claiming you as his, was no longer a desire, no longer a want. It was a need. An animalistic and primal need that he felt deep in his chest. 

Azriel's movements were relentless, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure rippling through your body, clouding your mind in a haze of ecstasy and melting away all coherent thought. There were sounds emitted from your lips, this you knew, but they were incoherent whimpers, quiet murmurs whispered towards the ground as your forehead dug into your hands with every buck of Azriel’s hips.

“You had so much to say earlier, Y/n,”  Azriel said, pulling out until he was barely inside you. He thrusted back in, resuming a hard and brutal pace. 

“Why so quiet now?”

Thrust.

“Did you just need the attitude fucked out of you?”

Thrust.

"What will your brothers think?” he taunted, his grip on your hips bruising in its intensity, “Your father?”

Thrust.

“If only your family only knew what their precious princess was up to. Taking it from the likes of me, like some common pleasure hall whore."

The mention of your family sent a surge of burning shame coursing through your veins, you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, flushing against your exposed skin. But amidst the suffocating shame, there was something else, something primal and insatiable that stirred within you—a hunger born of defiance, of indulging in a forbidden ecstasy. It filled you with a sense of exhilaration that bordered on madness.

Quickly, that spark of defiance ignited within you, mingling with the fiery hunger coursing through your veins, an urge to bite back at him. You craned your head to look over your shoulder, catching his eyes as you let out a moan, taking your lips in between your teeth. 

"Do common whores get you this riled up?" you purred. There was a feigned innocence in your tone that made Azriel twitch inside you. His gaze burned into yours. "Do they make you this hungry?”

A part of you wanted the confirmation, wanted the triumphant feeling of knowing you could ruin him for everyone else— that you felt better than the females he had bedded, that you, the one he loathed so openly, were the only one to truly quench his thirst.

“Do they feel as good as me, Azriel?”

He let out a deep, guttural moan. The sound traveled through your body, lighting your skin on fire as you bucked back into his movements, meeting every roll of his hips. 

“Say that again,” Azriel groaned.

When you gave no reply, he twisted your hair around one fist and gave it a tug, pulling your body up to him as before. His thrusts never staggered, not even as his hand traveled to wrap around your throat, matching the reddening print from his earlier grip. The other hand remained steady at your hip, gripping into the fabric of your dress and the exposed skin of your body. 

“Say my name,” he growled and your cunt tightened at the sound, at the way he gripped your throat harder. You grasped at his arm with your hands, holding on to his skin as he bucked into you. 

“No.” 

Azriel growled, pulling out of you almost completely before he pushed back in a heavy, angry stroke. Your body arched in pleasure, a small whimper leaving your mouth instinctively.

“Don’t be a brat.”

“Fuck you.” 

“I am,” Azriel said, “And your cunt is swallowing me whole, princess. Like it's made for me, like its been begging to be fucked.”

He released his grip from your throat, letting you fall forward as he placed his hand on the small of your back, arching your body for him as he pounded into you from behind. You fell forward, hands planted on the tree before you, fingers clawing at the bark like an animal in heat. Azriel watched as his cock disappeared into your cunt with every thrust, watched how your ass bounced back on him with every movement, how your tits moved with every roll of his hips. He fought not to finish from the sight alone. 

You struggled to find your voice through the haze of pleasure that clouded your mind, that seemed to twist and tie your tongue to where you could only gasp incoherent words of ecstasy

“Oh, fuck. Azriel.”

Azriel drank in your sounds of pleasure like a male thirsted for centuries, the sound of his name on your tongue sending a wave of pleasure through his body.

“Are you going to cum, Y/n?”

You let yourself surrender to his touch as he continued to ravage you with ruthless abandon, his voice caressing you in ways you never knew a sound could do. You wanted him to go faster, harder, rougher; wanted him to fuck you with all his might, with all that anger you saw. As if he could read your mind, Azriel’s thrusts sped up, slamming into you.

“Fuuck, yeah, you are. I can feel this pretty little cunt clenching me.”

He continued his pace, fucking you with long thorough strokes that left you completely pinned between him and the rough bark of the tree. You felt him heavy against your back, breasts pressed against his hand as he moved between gripping them both roughly, holding onto them for leverage as he fucked you from behind.

"Look at you," he taunted, his grip tightening around you possessively. "So desperate, so needy. You're nothing but a pretty little slut, begging for release, aren’t you?"

Azriel continued, moving deeper and faster, pumping into you with snaps of his hips that had you writhing underneath him. 

"And yet," you managed between breaths, gasps leaving your lips as he drove into you. "You’re the one pounding into me like a brute who can't get enough.” 

With a low groan, Azriel's hand tightened around your breast, his grip possessive as he leaned in to bite at your shoulder with a hungry intensity. He was beginning to think that you’d surely be the death of him, that he had created something, some beast inside him, that refused to be satiated by anything other than you— and that was dangerous. But he didn’t think too much about it, not now, not as he felt your cunt massaging him from the inside, felt your walls clamping onto him in a way that set his body on fire, his cock throbbing. 

Azriel railed you over and over, nothing slow or gentle about his movements. And with every thrust, you whined in ecstasy. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you in place as he kept pounding into you. He fell forward, grinding against you, pushing you further into the rough bark of the tree.

You could feel it, a deep pressure building in your stomach as his cock stretched you in the most delicious way. And you could feel him too, hot against your back, his deep breaths and the groans that reverberated through his body. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in your ears, muffling out the sound of your moans as your whole body tensed.

Then you felt it, a cool trail snaking up your legs. Dark tendrils of Azriel's shadows slithered through your thighs, caressing your skin with a tantalizing touch that made you clench at the sensation. You gasped as they coiled around your clit, winding you up with a feeling you’d never experienced before. With a loud moan, your orgasm rolled through you in a violent convulsion,  white spots dancing at the edges of your vision.

Azriel hated to think it, hated to admit that the sound of you coming undone on his cock was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever heard, that feeling your cunt clench around him as the sound filled his ear was enough for him to unravel. With a choked moan, Azriel spilled into you, spurts of his seed coating your walls. You let out a final, breathy whine at the sensation of him spilling into you, feeling as it began to drip as Azriel slowly pulled out.

With a heavy breath, his gaze lingered on the glistening trail connecting the tip of cock to your cunt. The lust in his eyes faintly faded, and a moment of clarity washed over him as the reality of what he’d just done hit like a sudden, cold wave. He didn’t regret it, no, not at all. This was exactly the release Azriel had needed. In fact, a part of him nearly grinned at the realization, at the relief he now felt in his body. But the other part of him, the rational side afraid of disappointing his family, of fucking something up, awoke in a panic. What the fuck had he just done? And why was he so proud of it? 

You slowly stood up, straightening yourself out as you turned to face him, face flushed and hair a tangled mess. There was a ghost of a smirk playing on your lips as you took them between your teeth and bit down. Your breasts were still exposed, nipples peaked and reddened marks from his rough grip. Azriel's eyes traveled down your form, swallowing hard as he took in the sight before him. He could smell the desire that filled the air around you both, could smell himself on you— the image of him plunging in and out of you still fresh in his mind. 

The idea of it alone made his cock stir again. There was something intoxicating about this situation to him. The image of you returning home, covered in his marks, in his scent, in his seed. Eris smelling him on you, realizing that you’d not only fucked someone he despised, but sullied yourself with an illyrian– just as he’d told Mor. And you, you’d remember this. You’d remember him inside you, remember how you let him use you, fuck you like a common-court whore. And you’d have to live with that. Every insult you’d give him, everytime you sneered at him in the future, there would be a part of you that remembered falling apart on his cock as you begged him for more, for him to fuck you harder.

With a gentle flick of your fingers, your dress was perfectly restored, the fabric falling gracefully around your figure as your hair cascaded down your shoulders in silky, untouched, waves. You smoothed out the sleeves of your dress with a practiced gesture before turning your gaze back to Azriel, scanning him from head to toe. Your eyes lingered on his still-exposed cock, covered in the mixed fluids of your cunt and his seed. A smirk played at the corner of your lips as Azriel looked down, realization flickering in his eyes as he hastily pulled up his pants, stuffing himself back into them. 

"Well, this was fun," you remarked casually– almost bored. Azriel resisted the urge to frown at the words, at the tone you used.  "Catch you later, Shadowsinger."

Before he could respond, you were gone, leaving him standing alone in the forest, staring at the empty space before a tree.

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Part Two

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Hi Star! Huge congratulations on your 2k milestone - it is so well deserved!!

Could I possibly get "Let's Hear it for the Boy" with our beloved ginger general?

Thank you so much and congrats again!!

Drunk / In Love

Track 3: Let's Hear It for the Boy by Deniece Williams - Give me a character and I'll write a short blurb or headcanons on how they would want you to show them that you love them. 

General Hux x F! Reader / 📼 ✨ mixtape milestone ✨ 📼

Thanks for the request, my love! Sorry it took me so long!

The idiots from these two stories are back again. Sorry I'm obsessed with them (I'm not sorry at all). Warnings for some minor sexual content and weird consent issues!

Phasma said you were drunk.

What she failed to mention was how—how drunk you were, or how you ended up that way. It was only supposed to be a friendly dinner when Hux first suggested it (and didn't stop suggesting it until Phasma finally gave in).

He thought if you made connections here—even just one—that it might make you more comfortable being with him on this ship, and so far from anything familiar.

Although this might be too familiar.

He reaches the door to Phasma's quarters and they glide open automatically, programmed to recognize his approach. He sees Phasma seated at the table, out of uniform, a smirk playing on her wine-stained mouth.

Armitage is not prepared for the dark flash in his peripherals, or the arms around his neck.

Your embrace frightens him, and that alone is enough to leave him feeling hot, stomach swimming, even when he recognizes your touch on instinct. It has him weak at the knees, just this, has his heart in his throat as all the alarm and panic well up inside him, threatening to spill out.

Then your lips meet his. 

There's been a handful of almost-affectionate moments shared between you. The brush of your hand as you wished him goodbye one morning. A kiss on the cheek that missed its target, landing at the edge of his lips.

But nothing like this.

Hux can feel your mouth shift against his, lips turning up at the corners, and the little laugh that passes through them—maybe at the way his hands hang limply at his sides, or the crop of perspiration blooming at his collar from the warmth of your skin, the smell of you. He can't make himself kiss you back, although he wants to.

He really, really wants to.

There's no malice in your eyes when you pull away—Armitage doesn't think you're capable of malice. You smile at him sweetly, taking his hands in both of yours.

"I missed you," you tell him, each word bleeding into the next, eyes half-lidded and hazy from whatever you'd been drinking, "did you miss me?"

"I- uh, yes," he answers—unavoidably honest—his eyes flitting towards Phasma, who's so pleased with herself it practically drips from her, hanging heavier on her shoulders than the armour she usually wears.

A hot anger floods through his stomach, spiked with acrid shame. He doesn’t need any witnesses to his inept attempts at marriage.

Your smile widens, every facet of you bursting with delight knowing that he’s missed you in the hours since you last spoke his name, and then he’s back in your embrace, the sound of sweet laughter in his ear. 

He reaches out for something to brace himself on, and finds nothing. It takes everything in him to keep standing. 

Armitage peels your arms from around his neck, putting a desperate inch of distance between himself and the press of your body. 

"Why don't we let the captain get some rest?" he asks.

Your enthusiasm at the suggestion turns his stomach into knots.

He's able to usher you through the empty halls at a speed just short of a jog, one hand at your waist to keep you from stumbling, and the other wrapped firmly around your wrist to stop any further attempts at touching him.

And, though he can’t puzzle it out just yet—with the warmth of you still against him—he knows something is wrong with you. Something that wine alone could not bring on.

Armitage knows you don’t want him. Not like this. 

Yet you practically drag him through the doors of your quarters, mouth planted against his before the mechanical lock whirs into place. 

All the desire in him makes him sick—feverish and weak. His body shudders against yours, nerves trying to break through skin at the gentleness of your touch.

“Armitage,” you whine, pouty in a way he’s never heard before—always so polite and obliging when you’re sober, “kiss me back.”

He couldn’t refuse you, even if he wanted to, even though he knows it would be better for both of you—knows the way this memory will torture him endlessly, until the moment he dies. Maybe long after that. 

But still, he cups your face in shaking hands, and presses his uncertain lips to yours.

And it’s nothing like all the times he’s thought about this—about taking you, feeling the warmth of your breath mingling with his own, pulling you tight against him with his arm at your waist and kissing, kissing, kissing you, until he tires of the feeling, until he rids himself of all his hideous need to be loved and to be wanted. 

It’s nothing like he imagined because he’s terrified. Because he can’t manage to move the ways he wants to, tripping over his feet when you stumble deeper into his chambers. Because his stomach roils at the feel of your tongue against his stubbornly closed mouth, and his arms shake with the need to move, but his hands stay where he placed them, holding hard enough to bruise, pulling you closer with enough force that part of him wonders if he’s hurting you. 

And still, your mouth on his, your wandering, eager hands. 

The room spins; Armitage’s reason leaves him when his feet lift from the floor, your body underneath him, and below that the cushion of his bed molding you together.

Still kissing. Still you. Your hand, guiding his down the thrumming pulse of your neck, lower. Lower.

Armitage is on the other side of the bed before the thought of how wrong what he has done truly registers, his feet planted and one hand pushing back the fallen strands of his hair.

 “Armitage?”

He curses the day you learned his name, curses the ill, vile part of him that wants to go back. 

He clears his throat and finds it doesn’t steady him at all. 

“You- you should get some rest, I think.”

Your movements are clumsy as you crawl to him on your knees, fighting against the thick bedspread and the fabric of your skirt. There’s a little huff on your lips when you reach him, eyes big and wide and brimming with glistening tears. 

“Why don’t you want me?” you whisper, and tears well up to their breaking point, slipping down your cheeks.

Fuck. He wants to touch you, and knows it’s a terrible idea, palms aching beneath the leather he wears and hates—now more than ever when it keeps him from you. His hand reaches out against his will, hovering just out of reach of your skin and the tears he can’t manage to wipe away because, once again, he is the cause of all your suffering. 

 “You’re- you’re drunk, darling. You’ll feel better if you just-”

“No,” you tell him, pushing his hand away with your own, “why don’t you want me ever?”

Oh, gods. Armitage recoils like you’ve slapped him, the sting of those words and what they mean destroying everything—every moment he’s agonized over since he first saw you and knew you had to be his. 

“You . . . you can’t possibly believe that.” 

You nod your head, fists curled at your sides petulantly, and your stubbornness would make him laugh, if it weren’t so sad.

“I do,” he whispers, then swallows, reaching for your hand. You let him take it. It gives him something to look at, watching your elegant fingers intertwine with his. “I do, but I—”

How much of this will you remember? Even now, the idea of revealing this soft, vulnerable part of him strikes fear into his very core, has him wishing he could run, wishing he could escape the way your eyes flay him wide open.

Your hand against his chest, he can feel his own heartbeat meet the shapes of your fingertips, molding to you. Armitage meets your gaze, and as frightening as it is, there’s no part of him that could deny how deeply he craves it.

“Please forgive me,” he stutters, and there aren't words for him to explain everything he needs to, just the truth. “I am—oh, gods—I am a ruinous man.” 

He watches you, the muscles working in your jaw, the way your brows pull together, examining him, weighing the assessment of himself that he’s offered to you. 

“No,” you tell him, “no you’re not.”

He thinks you might kiss him again, as close as you are. Close enough for him to count each of your lashes, map the constellations you’ve hidden in your eyes. 

You drop to the mattress instead, and the look you give him has him holding back a laugh, the mix of stubbornness and grudging deference that has Armitage wondering how hard it’s been for you to play at obedience in your union.

“You should change,” he tells you, just resting on the edge of the bed, “you’ll be more comfortable.”

It’s easier to talk to you when you’re like this. It has Armitage feeling like he’s the one intoxicated, and he is, in a way. Because what if this is your most honest self? 

He didn’t think you could make him love you any deeper, but you’ve managed. 

“Don’t care,” you mumble into the pillows, trying to brush him away with a waving hand. He takes it in his own.

“You’ll ruin your dress.” 

There’s a look of intense focus on your face, and he wonders if you’ll refuse again. Maybe you don’t care about the dress either, although Armitage would be disappointed. It’s one of his favorites from your incredibly extensive wardrobe—a beautiful black and cream confection that always catches his eye.

But you shift instead, turning to look up at him. “Kiss me.”

Stars, not again. Not now, when the weakest parts of him are so palpable. “I- I don’t-”

You flop into a sitting position, hold a single finger up between your faces.

“One kiss,” you concede, “okay?”

He nods, despite himself. You wait patiently for his approach, still and hardly breathing through your parted lips as he slides closer. Armitage keeps his eyes open, and so do you, heavy as they are, watching the distance between your faces fade into nothing.

It’s not like the other times he’s kissed you, although all but one had happened only a few moments ago. You let him set the pace, his lips just barely brushing your own, a sigh bubbling up from deep inside his lungs. He can only offer a little more pressure before he’s lightheaded again, little bursts of light dancing across his vision.

He pulls back from what could hardly be called a kiss, and waits for your disappointment, for your insistence that he try again, that there must be something more, or better, that he’s kept from you. 

Armitage doesn’t want you to know that there’s nothing else to hope for. 

You don’t say a word about it though. Just flop your arms out in front of you, waiting, satisfied in your demands.

“Help me.”

And it passes like that, with more bribes in the form of barely-there presses of his lips to yours—a kiss for you to raise your arms as he slips something soft and oversized over your head, a kiss for you to clumsily remove the dress from underneath. A kiss to get you to leave him for a moment while he changed into his own night clothes after you’d begged and begged for him to spend the night beside you, and a kiss upon his return.

It feels like a lifetime of kisses to Armitage. He doesn’t know what that number would be for anyone else, but you’ve certainly exceeded it for him. He could die in his sleep tonight and have more than he ever deserved. 

And now you’re curled up beside him a hand at his waist, your head on his chest. Armitage breathes, but only barely, hoping he won’t wake you. 

The tension drains from him, his body the closest it’s been to relaxed in ages. He wonders if he should ask Phasma to invite you to dinner again.

He hopes the next time he kisses you, you'll be sober enough to remember it.

[akantonelli]

i have been MIA bc i’m tired and not in a good emotional state

but i now want cnc!oscar

that is all

oh my goodness was this fun to write! thank you for the prompt my darling! pairing: oscar piastri x female reader, wc: 1737, cw: smut, cnc, minors dni!

It wasn’t a bad practice session by any means, but it was a frustrating one. So much of the hour had been red flagged, and the running the team had managed had been frequently interrupted. Despite that, Lando had finished a strong second on the leaderboard - and Oscar tenth. 

He wasn’t happy about that, but he seemed more angry than usual. Even after showering, attending the debrief, and talking through the amended programme for tomorrow morning’s practice session, he was still pissed. You’d been a mechanic at McLaren long enough to tell when to leave a driver alone, but Oscar wasn’t just a driver - he was your boyfriend - and you weren’t about to let him storm off without speaking to him.

“Osc–” you called out as you saw him, nostrils flared and hair being pulled back roughly with one hand as he walked alone through the back corridors of the complex. You followed him, calling his name a second time, and this time he reacted. He stopped in his tracks and spun on his heels, placing his hands on his hips and looking at you impatiently. This wasn’t the Oscar you were used to. Even when something went wrong on track, he never took it out on you.

“What do you want?” He asked flatly, his tone unamused and irritated. 

“I… Just wanted to see if you were alright…” You said, your voice quieter than usual. Clearly he wasn’t, and it broke your heart. You wanted to help him but you had work to be getting on with. It wasn’t like the entire car needed rebuilding - thankfully you had enough time to slip away for this conversation - but you weren’t able to follow him back to his hotel room and hold him. At least, not for a few hours.

“Can I help?” You asked, because maybe you could do something in the few minutes you had before your presence was missed. 

Oscar’s face flashed with emotion. Something dark, something greedy, something you couldn’t quite name. It made you feel uneasy. Before you had a chance to speak up about the nausea that churned inside your stomach, you felt yourself being grabbed by the collar of your shirt and tugged along. Oscar was taller than you, his legs longer than you, and you had to run to keep yourself from falling. 

“Oscar, what are you–”

“Be quiet,” he hissed. “Or I’ll shut you up myself.” 

The words were laced with malice and you found yourself falling silent out of fear. This wasn’t your Oscar - this wasn’t even close to your Oscar. He threw open a door (his driver’s room, your mind supplied) and dragged you inside, closing and locking it with one hand whilst continuing to hold you with the other.

Despite the questions racing through your mind, your heart beating quickly in your chest, and the fright flooding your bloody, you continued to remain silent. Even as Oscar shoved you against a chair and used one hand to force you to bend over. Even as his other hand reached down your shorts and pushed your underwear aside. Calloused fingers moved roughly over your body - pressing too hard and too fast over your clit, then two pushing too quickly inside you.

Oscar had always been so soft, so gentle, so loving. He’d always taken care to consider your needs, to make sure you were happy with what was going on, to constantly check in and make sure you felt comfortable: this was nothing like it. You felt tears prickling at your eyes, blurring your vision as you took in a shaky breath and moved your hands to grab as tight a hold of the chair as you could.

“Osc– It hurts– Please stop–” You whispered quietly, afraid of the consequences of speaking up. He confirmed quickly that you were right to be afraid.

The hand not touching you came to your face in an instant, his palm pressing over your lips and fingers digging harshly into your cheeks. His nails would leave an imprint, maybe even bruise. You let out little sobs against his hand, as he continued to roughly fuck his fingers into you. His body moved closer, his hips pressed firmly against the small of your back, and you could feel just how hard he was. Normally you’d be proud of causing such a physical reaction, but not now. 

“I told you,” he hissed into your ear, your muffled sobs replaced with a sigh as his fingers left your body. The relief of no longer being touched without your consent was short lived, though, as you felt your shorts being forced down over your ass and heard the sound of a zipper being undone. You felt Oscar adjust his position, and then you felt his bare cock pressing against the skin of your ass. 

He lined himself up with your wet cunt, the hand on your mouth making it impossible to protest what was happening to you. Even as you shook your head and desperately begged him to stop, there was nothing you could do to change Oscar’s mind. He pushed into you roughly, and you cried out against his palm. Tears were falling now, covering his fingers and thumb with a slight salty wetness.

The worst part of it all was how good it felt. In the months that you’d dated, Oscar had always gone out of his way to be gentle with you. You’d tried to convince him that you weren’t going to break, that he could handle you more roughly, but he hadn’t wanted to do anything but worship the ground you walked on. Now that he was taking you without sparing a thought for you, it felt incredible. The pace of his thrusts, the feeling of his hips colliding with your ass, the tightness with which he held you - it turned the sickening feeling of being violated into something you wanted more of. More and more and more. You could feel the heat of your orgasm gradually building as Oscar’s teeth grazed your neck and he sucked at your skin. 

Everyone was going to know what you’d done. Everyone would see that he owned you. You liked that.

You didn’t want to like it. You want him to treat you roughly but you didn’t want him to ignore you when you said stop. You didn’t want him to think of you as an object - you were supposed to be a person that he loved. 

His motions were becoming more and more erratic as he went on, and despite everything it felt so wonderful. He was hitting all the right places inside you, and you couldn’t help yourself but push onto your tip toes so his cock would hit even deeper.

“Fuck,” he growled lowly. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you? I should’ve known. You were my mechanic, you came onto me.”

The retelling of how you’d first started dating made you moan against Oscar’s hand, and finally - finally - he moved it. He moved both hands. They grabbed a tight hold of your shirt and pulled, ripping it open so his hands could roughly wrap around you and slide beneath the underwire of your bra, groping at your breasts and pinching roughly at your nipples.

“Such a whore. Just desperate. Fuck, I can’t believe I spent so long being gentle. You feel so much tighter when you’re scared.”

“Oscar, fuck,” you breathed, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. “Need you, need to cum–”

“Thought you didn’t want this,” he chuckled, pinching both nipples as he spoke and making you squeal. “Changed your tune real fast, didn’t you sweetheart?”

“Please–!” You begged, his lips moving to find your throat. 

“Go on, baby, cum for me. Admit that you liked this. That you wanted it.”

As you moaned, your legs trembling beneath you, you felt the wave of your orgasm rolling over your body. You felt it in your toes, in your fingers, in your stomach - your hold body stiffening as pleasure consumed you. Oscar didn’t stop moving (though the hands on your breasts moved to your waist to hold you in place). He kept fucking into you, your cunt fluttering around his cock as you came. That sensation seemed to be enough to push him over the edge, and you felt his cum flooding you. 

If you weren’t still riding the high of your own orgasm you might’ve panicked more, might’ve said something about the fact that he’d just cum inside you, but you didn’t. Your body melted into his hold, and the roughness with which he’d been treating you evaporated in a second. His gradually softening cock slipped out of you and cum leaked down your thighs, and you felt his arms slipping beneath your knees and around your shoulders as you were carried away from the chair and over to the massage table you’d seen him use as a bed on particularly exhausting weekends.

“You okay?” He asked softly, and you nodded your head - humming your approval. 

“Was good,” you whispered, rolling your head to one side and burying your face in your arm. You could hear Oscar wandering around the small room - zipping up his own clothing, opening up a cupboard to fetch something that hadn’t been ripped for you to wear. 

“D’you wanna go back to the hotel now?” He asked. “I’ve got a really nice strawberry bubble bath mix for you.” 

“Need a minute,” you replied, and you heard Oscar’s footsteps approaching you once more. You opened one eye, peering at him as he knelt down before you.

“Are you sure you’re okay? It wasn’t too much?”

“It was perfect,” you told him, smiling to prove to him just how happy you were. “Just tired. Felt really, really good. Thank you.”

You’d thank him a lot more later. He’d organised this whole thing - he’d told you to take some time off this weekend, but still to come along in your usual gear and hang around in the garage during sessions. You’d brought up the idea of roleplaying something darker and he’d been on board after you’d explained all the various safety mechanisms involved. He’d done everything you’d asked and it had felt so, so good, but for now all you could do was lie there in your post-orgasm haze and think about just how much you loved your boyfriend.

And God, did you love Oscar Piastri.

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Howdy, I hope you're having a good day! I just read your post with the 141 and a partner that uses their callsign in an emergency and it's really good! I know Alejandro, Rodolfo and Konig don't have callsigns but I was wondering if you could please write the same scenario with them? Perhaps the partner calls usually them by a nickname (Ale, Rudy, Ko) but uses their full name when in danger. I apologize if this doesn't make sense but thank you for reading! :)

As promised, here's a second edition for this request for our other COD boys🙂🩷

Original Request-

Alejandro/Rudy/ König x Reader, Where Reader Calls For Them In An Emergency

Warnings: unwanted advances, mentions of violence, crying

A/N: I tried to be respectful with this one. Please be advised that this can be triggering for some readers.

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König-

You were finishing up cleaning the training room for the night, when three of the newer recruits had come in, sauntering about the room.

You knew of them from König, as they were not the biggest fan of him. König had gained quite a bit of notoriety lately, as he'd had a few successful missions, which caused quite a few members on base to grow jealous of your boyfriend.

"You're Königs girl, aren't you? Heard you're quite the fighter. Let's see how well you can fight." One of the recruits said, his voice laced with malice. It was clear the three of them were very drunk, and you weren't a fool. You knew you were outnumbered.

"This isn't a fight you want." You said, your usual confident tone faltering slightly as they started to corner you.

"Hey, man, I wouldn't. König will fuck us up if he finds out." One of the other recruits said, backing up slowly.

"Oh, whatever. Let us have some fun." The first man said as he backed you into a corner, swiping at your legs, catching you off guard and sending you buckling to the floor.

Two of the men laughed as the other backed off slowly, the taller one landing a kick to your midsection. "What, not so strong without your mammoth of a man here, are you?"

"Please, stop." You held your hands out defensively. You were in no position to get up and fight back, as they had you pinned to the ground. Another kick was landed to your stomach, knocking the wind out of you.

"Stop! KÖNIG!" You screamed, praying your boyfriend would hear you.

König, who was just walking past the training room on his way to your dorm, stopped dead in his tracks upon hearing your scream. His blood ran cold, and he quickly threw open the door.

His body reacted before his brain could, as he stormed up to the man who had been kicking you and picked him up by his shirt collar.

"Touch them again, I fucking dare you." Königs voice was laced with vitriol, as he pushed at the man's throat slightly, cutting off his oxygen. "I promise you won't like the outcome."

The man put his hands up in surrender, and König dropped him to the floor with a loud "thud." The other two men had vanished the moment König had barged in the room.

König placed his foot on the man's abdomen and pushed down harshly. "You make sure and tell your little friends if I ever, ever catch any of you harassing my partner again, I'll end all of your miserable lives."

He lifted his leg off the man, and the man took the opportunity to stand and bolt out of the room.

Königs eyes softened as he looked down at you, and crouched down next to you.

"M-maus?" His voice came out as shaky, a complete 180 from the man that was just defending you. "Are you okay? Let me see you."

You let out a strangled cry as you lifted yourself off the ground slightly. "Kö."

"Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I wasn't here." He said softly as he gently pulled you in his arms. He rubbed at your arms soothingly as he pressed kisses to your temple.

"It's okay, Kö. Thanks for coming to save me." You sniffled before nuzzling your face into your boyfriend's neck.

"Don't thank me. I'd do anything for you, Maus."

He later took you to your room and cuddled with you in your bed, not letting you from his sight.

He made sure the next morning to make it known to the other two recruits that no one was to ever mess with you again.

Alejandro-

You were out walking yours and Alejandros dog on a sunny afternoon in Las Almas.

Depending on the area you lived in, in Las Almas, there were some safe areas, and some not so safe areas.

You and Alejandro lived on the safer side of Las Almas, but there were areas nearby that blended into some of the rougher sides.

Unfortunately for you, you had tuned out the world as you listened to the newest album of one of your favorite bands and had ended up on the other side of the block, into one of the rougher sides of town.

Your dog had started to grow a little restless and kept looking behind you, which caused the hairs on the back of your neck to stick up slightly.

You looked behind your and were met with the sight of a middle-aged man, who had a sinister smile on his lips. It was clear he had no good intentions for you, and the fact that your dog, who normally loved everyone, was nervous had your heart sinking into your stomach.

You began to increase your pace, walking briskly back toward your home, when you heard his footsteps rapidly approaching from behind you.

"ALE!" You screamed, running as fast as you could away from the man.

Alejandros head shot up from the garden he was tending to in your backyard, and quickly got to his feet.

"Y/N!" He cried out, trying to find the source of your cries. "Y/N, where are you?"

He darted around a corner, as was met with the sight of you sprinting toward him, your dog not far behind you. What had his blood boiling, though, was the man chasing you.

He quickly caught you in his arms, the wind being knocked out of him slightly at the impact. "Who is he?"

"I don't know, Ale, please help me." You cried, your voice coming out panicked.

The man stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing Alejandro, a terryfing smile falling across his lips.

"Who the hell are you, and why are you bothering my spouse?" Alejandro called out as he pushed you behind him.

"Don't know what you're talking about, man." The guy held his hands up in mock innocence. "Just minding my own business."

Alejandro took a menacing step closer to the man as his grip on your wrist tightened. "Then get the fuck out of here."

The man gave a dark chuckle, before slowly sauntering away from the two of you.

Once the man was out of sight, Alejandro turned back to you, anger clearly showing on his face. "Cariño, why were you over here? I told you so many times to mind where you're walking. What if I hadn't been here?"

"I'm sorry, Ale. I zoned out. I should've been paying attention." You said softly, your bottom lip trembling slightly.

Alejandro sighed deeply as he took in your expression. "It's okay, mi amor. Please just be careful next time. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you."

He pulled you into a tight hug as he pressed kisses to your hair. "Please, promise me you'll be careful next time."

"I promise, Ale."

Rodolfo-

You and Rodolfo were at a local farmers market, enjoying the day off together. Rodolfo had insisted that he get fresh vegetables for the dish he was making the two of you for dinner.

"Alright, mi amor, I'll go get some of the fruits, are you okay with getting the vegetables?" He asked, pressing a kiss to your hand.

"Of course. Meet back here in 10?"

~

You had just gotten a few of the vegetables needed when you felt the presence of two men behind you. You'd noticed them following you earlier, but thought nothing of it at first.

While trying to get away from them, you hadn't noticed you ended up at the end of an alleyway.

One of the guys had let out a dark chuckle as the two of them approached you. "You look lost, need us to help you find your way?"

"Please, leave me alone." You begged, your hands flying up in a defensive gesture.

"Why would we do that? Don't want to leave a pretty thing such as yourself alone out here, do we?" The one man asked, looking to his partner.

"No, we wouldn't. You look awfully lonely. Let us help you." The other said as they got closer to you.

"RUDY!" You cried out, desperately trying to get away from the men.

Rodolfo, who was over at one of the fruit carts nearby, dropped the fruit he was holding and quickly darted over to the source of your cries.

He frantically searched for you and found you hunched in a corner, with the two men surrounding you, their hands trying to undress you. He felt something within him snap at that moment, and before his brain could catch up, he quickly landed a crushing punch on one of the man's jaws.

You let out a yelp of surprise as your leg instinctively shot out from underneath you, tripping the other man in front of you, sending him toppling to the ground face first.

You scurried back against the wall, and watched as the two men cradled their wounds, and sprinted in the opposite direction of you and your husband.

You let out a sob you didn't know you were holding in, your hands flying to clutch at your face. Rodolfo immediately turned to you, his heart shattering as he watched you.

"Cariño, are you okay?" Rodolfo slowly slid to his knees next to you as he cradled your face in his hands.

You instinctively pushed him away, your fight or flight instincts still in full effect. "No! Please don't!"

"Hey, hey. Baby, it's me. It's alright, I'm here." He cooed gently, his hands slowly approaching you again. "Come here."

You let out a choked sob as you threw yourself into his arms. "Rodolfo."

"I've got you." He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as he held you tightly in his arms. "I've got you."

He held you like that for a while before picking you up bridal style in his arms. "Let's just go home, okay, sweetheart?"

He kept you close to him, as the two of you walked to your car. Even on the ride home, Rodolfo's hand never left yours. He'd be damned if he ever let anything like that happen to you again. The next person who dared trying would have a death wish.

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A/N: I hope you enjoy!!! Let me know if there's anyone else anyone would like to see!🙂🩷