#don't be fooled I've been crying while I do this

[sugawhaaa]

YEOSANG X READER

Under your spell

{{Birthday special 2/2}}

Warnings:: SMUT

Genre:: oral (f/m rec) handjob, fingering, cowgirl, doggy style, rear entry position, pet names, praise, cream pie, crying (fem) drooling (f/m) squirting, aftercare (??)

Pairing:: switch!yeosang X fem!stripper!reader

A/N:: I was RUSHING to get this fanfic out by the end of today bc it's yeosangs birthday but after I got into it I was like 🥴 I love this fic so much 😍 for some reason the part on the stage is so hot for no reason and I can picture it so perfectly from an outside perspective. Imagine Hongjoong comes back to the club to check on Yeosang just to see the two of you on the stage together 🤭 AHHH IM SO DELULU STFU

Part 1::

Yeosangs eyes brighten as he looks at you. He wants to make a move. Pull you close, kiss you, touch you, feel you, anything. He didn't know what to do with himself. He started to speak but he only stuttered over his words. He didn't know what to say. He felt like he was under your spell.

Yeosang swallowed hard as he looked at you. "H-How so?" He blushes. He had been acting so confident only seconds ago and now he was fighting for his life to breathe. You looked him up and down and Yeosang chuckled, feeling your hot gaze on his body, burning him up. The tent in his pants didn't go unnoticed by your fiery gaze. You squint your eyes for a minute before leaning back. You cross your legs and loosen the waistband of your robe.

"Well, I just have to ask. Are you a virgin?" You look at him with a slight smile. He blushes, stunned by your sudden question.

"No…but I wouldn't say I'm experienced," he explained humbling himself. You extend your hand out to trace little circles on his knee, providing comfort while also hinting at my suggestive intent.

"I've never had a man like you before," you sigh. "The men I've done it with are all cocky, confident, and aggressive but you, you're different. You're timid and humble and kind," you smile genuinely. "Other men get all caught up in their own pleasure and weird fetishes and don't realize that they're making a fool of themselves," you roll your eyes as Yeosang listens. He nods, understanding your words.

"I can't promise I'm good either," he blushes with a little chuckle. "N-Not saying that I want to do it with you, unless you know you want to I wouldn't mind but-" Yeosang rambled as he struggled to sound calm but he was panicking on the inside. You take off your robe and set it to the side. You put your finger to his lips to get him to stop aimlessly ranting.

"Don't try to back down now birthday boy," you smirk as his lips quiver against your finger. Yeosangs eyes frantically looked your body up and down, very exposed again.

You inch your other hand up his knee to his thigh. You dip your thumb to the inside of his thigh, rubbing it gently causing Yeosangs heart to soar. "All I need from you is consent. Yes or no. What will be, pretty boy?" You chuckle and remove your finger from his lips, resting it on his chest now.

"Yes," he replies instantly. You can't hold back your giggle before urging him to take off his sweater. He pulls it over his head and you take it from his hand, tossing it on the stage. You lean down and kiss his neck softly. Your hands roamed around his body before dipping under his shirt, a smile creeping onto your lips when you feel his toned abs. You pull your lips off of his skin and put your legs on either side of his thighs.

"You're very fit," you chuckle and he looks up at you with red cheeks.

"T-Thank you," he hesitantly raises his hand to touch your breasts that are tightly tucked in a lingerie top. "You're very…" his eyes were drawn to your chest before looking back into your eyes. "Pretty," Yeosang chuckled embarrassingly.

You laugh at his innocence before bringing your hands back down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. His hands rest on your hips as your hands glide up and down his exposed skin. You lean down and place hickies all over his neck and chest, little moans and whimpers of pleasure spill from his lips.

His fingers dance along the straps of your lingerie bottoms as you grind down on him. Your core pressing against the bulge in his pants. He whimpers and tosses his head back, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

"You don't have to be quiet, no one is around," you assure him and he's hesitant to listen. He swallows hard before nodding. He tries to relax and bask in the pleasure of your touch, letting his body naturally react. You smile as you trail kisses down his chest to the hem of his jeans. You pause and look up at him, waiting for his reaction. He looks down at you before nodding.

You undo his belt and unzip his jeans, pulling them off of his legs and setting them aside. You had one last layer to take off before you could go to town. You bring your hand up to his boxers and rub your hand up and down his length. He seethes through his teeth as his hips buck up into your hand. You then hook your finger on the waistband of his boxers and pull them down, his cock springing free.

He takes a deep breath as his cock adjusts to the cold air.

“Wow, I must say I'm impressed,” you chuckle as your fingers trace along the groves of his cock. It was thick and long but not too long to the point it might cause pain. It was absolutely perfect. His tip was bright red and his cock had a layer of shine to it from all the precum.

Yeosang covered his giddy smile with his hand as he watched you caress his length. Yeosangs eyes scanned the room and you as your gentle touches made him sink deeper into a blissful land with just the two of you in it. Yeosangs body relaxes and he slumps back into the couch as you wrap your fingers around him at long last.

You begin to gently pump his cock, moving your hand up and down rhythmically as his body shivers beneath you. He bites his lip as his head falls back. His hands roam around his body and the couch trying to find a comfortable place to set them. You notice his restlessness and gently grab his hand, holding it in your free hand. You interlock your fingers with his as he holds onto your hand. He looks down at you through lustful eyes, his lips slightly parted. “You're so sensitive,” you smirk before parting your lips, slipping them over his tip. Yeosangs body jumps as he gasps softly. You can't help but smile as you suck on his tip, your hand still working magic on his dick.

“Fuck,” he whimpers out softly as he clenches his jaw. The feeling of your warm mouth engulfing his tip sent waves of pleasure crashing over him. His hips jerk up, pushing his cock deeper in your mouth. “S-Sorry,” he blushes and tries to calm himself down. You slip your lips off of him and use your saliva as lube to keep pumping his cock, picking up the pace slowly.

“Don't apologize dear,” you let go of his hand and rub his thigh comfortingly. His eyebrows curl up and he pulls his lips inward, biting down on them. The mixture of praise, pet names, and pleasure is too much for Yeosang. He's never felt this level of care during intimacy and it's bringing him to new heights. You put your lips back over his tip as you keep your hand moving. Moans and whimpers escape his mouth as you work miracles on him. Then you abruptly deep throat him. His whole body jerks forward as he lets out a high pitched moan that rings in your ears.

He can feel your throat opening up around his cock. Your throat loosening up to slide him further into you. Yeosang clenches the cushions of the couch as he moans, his head tossed back.

“Fuck, I-Ive never felt this before,” he stutters between moans. You can't help but smile as you start bobbing your head on his length, his tip rubbing against your cheek as you use a circular motion. The faster you bob your head the more Yeosang moans and the higher pitched they get. “I-I'm close,” he moans before sliding his hand down to your hair, holding it out of your face. He looks down at you through pleasure-full eyes. “I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum,” he whimpers out as his thighs jitter. You suck even harder and it tips his right over the edge. He tosses his head back as he empties his load into your throat.

You stuff him down your throat as his load shoots to the back of your throat, tears welling in your eyes. You abruptly pull his cock out of your mouth and cough aggressively. Despite Yeosang being shaken from such an intense climax he instantly reacts to your coughs. He leans down to you on the floor, brushing your hair back. “Are you okay?” He rubs your back with the other hand. You clear your throat and nod, looking up at him. Yeosang relaxes and smiles. “That felt amazing, thank you so much,” he grinned before kissing your forehead. Despite being a more dominant woman, hearing simple praise like this always felt so good. As Yeosang sits next to you on the floor he can't help but stare at your chest. His eyes are drawn to their circular form and the way they're pressed together so tightly through your top. You look up at him with a raised brow.

“If you want to do something just ask,” you chuckle and Yeosang blushes, realizing he's been caught.

“I-I just wanted to see you…nude. Only because I'm completely naked so we have to make it fair right?” He chuckles jokingly and you laugh. You reach your hands to the back of your lingerie and unclip it. Yeosang watches intensely as the fabric drops off of your breasts, letting them move freely. You toss the bra to the side and move to take off your panties. Yeosangs eyes are glued to your body as he finally sees you in your true glory. He can feel his cheeks heating up and the drool gathering in his mouth.

You sit next to him and let him take the first step. He hesitantly extends his hand but pulls it back. “I don't want to hurt you or something,” he admits with pink cheeks and you chuckle. You then grab his hand and force it to your chest, forcibly making him grope you. He's taken aback at first but he's surprised by the tenderness of your breast. He squeezes it gently to test the texture of your tits.

You can't help but smile at his innocence as he plays around with your breasts. He brings his other hand to your other breast and starts massaging that one. He moves closer to you before putting one of your nipples into his mouth and he just goes crazy. He rolls his tongue around your nipples and licks up your chest, lathering your chest in his saliva. His free hand tends to your other nipple, pinching and flicking it. He leaves marks over your chest before moving down a bit, all the way down to your pelvis. He suddenly stops and looks at you hesitantly.

“have you given a woman oral before?” You ask genuinely and Yeosang looks away before shaking his head. You smile warmly and stroke back his hair. “Don't worry, I'll guide you,” you smile before laying down on the floor. Yeosangs heart races at the sight of your body fully exposed in the dim lights. He positions his lips at your clit and looks up at you, making sure you're ready. You give him a little nod and he delves down to your wetness.

He licks around your clit experimentally. You want to give him guidance but you also need to give him time to explore. You bring your legs up and guide one of your thighs over his shoulder. The new angle gives him further access to your folds. His tongue roams around your folds to find the perfect spot to make you squeal and unsurprisingly he finds it. Your legs jerk forward and you blush with a little chuckle. Yeosang smirks before flattening his tongue against your entire entrance. He then drags his head up to run his tongue along your folds. You can feel each grain of his tongue press against your folds and tender spots.

You let out a desperate whimper before feeling his finger gently massaging around the dip of your entrance. He runs his finger along the slit before gently sliding his middle finger inside you, his tongue still relentlessly roaming your folds and clit.

“Are you sure this is your first time giving oral? Because this is…something else,” you chuckle before letting out a high pitched squeal. His finger roamed around your insides before spotting your g-spot. He curled his finger along it and you felt your back arch into him. He pulls his lips back from your pussy lips.

“I've never done this before but I've done my fair share of watching,” he blushes with an innocent smile as his finger attacks your g-spot. You moan loudly and Yeosang takes this as a sign to go back to stimulating your clit. He slides another finger into your wetness before curling them at different times. When one finger stops curling at your G-spot the second one starts. He adds another motion of pulling his fingers out a little bit before thrusting them back in.

He continued this process until you felt like you were just on the tip, just on the edge, so close you were going to crack. He felt your walls constricting his fingers and he took that as a sign you were approaching your high. He started thrusting his fingers faster and you felt your body boil over the edge with pleasure. Your juices thoroughly coat his fingers as you grab his hair in a tight fist, hoarse moans escaping your lips. You lay there panting for a moment as he pulls your leg off of his shoulder. As you come down from your high he kisses the inside of your thighs and runs his hands along your body.

Eventually you sit up to look at him innocently sitting in front of you as if he didn't just eat you out like you were his last meal. His chin and lips glistened in the dim pink light. You reached your hand out to wipe away some of the liquid from his lips. The simple gesture made Yeosangs heart pound faster and harder into his ears. “Did I do okay?” He asked softly and your heart jumped at his innocence.

“Yes darling,” you pet his head as you reassure him of his skills. “I can safely say your a small part of the population that can actually eat me out and make me orgasm. A real orgasm,” you chuckle as you pull him into a hug. He seems taken aback from your grasp. He looks down, flustered by your praise.

“What do you mean by real orgasm?” Yeosang asks in genuine confusion.

“Real orgasm. A lot of the time women fake orgasms fore numerous reasons,” you shrug and he looks a little baffled by the information.

“I wonder if any women faked it with me…” he blushes, a little ashamed by his sexual skills.

“That doesn't matter right now,” you shake your head and sway your hand, brushing the topic aside. “All that matters right here right now is that you are alone with me and I need your cock right now,” you hold the back of his head and tip it up to place your lips on his. Your words spiral him on further into the depths of lust. When you pull back he looks up at you, biting the inside of his lip before nodding. “Do you want to take charge or me?” You run your fingers through his hair and he hums, thinking of what he wants to try.

“C-Can you take the wheel?” He asks while fidgeting with his fingers.

“Of course dear,” you kiss his forehead softly before guiding him to sit down on the couch again. He bites his lip anxiously waiting for your next moves. You put your knees on either side of his thighs, lining his tip up with your entrance. “You ready?” You ask just to be sure. He seems eager and excited but you never know. You begin to rest down on him and you can see how good it feels for him just from his eyes. He lets out a low grunt as he squints his eyes tight. “You okay?” You hault your movements to check up on him.

“Yeah, all good,” he bites his lip as he looks up at you. You then sit down on him fully. You gasp softly as you feel his tip it so deep inside of you. Yeosang let's out a moan before tossing his head back. His hands lunge forward to grab your hips. “It feels so much better than I remember,” he laughs hoarsely and you tilt your head.

“How long has it been since you've done this?” You stay still as you ask the question.

“Actual penatration? At least a year,” he blushes and you look at him surprised. “W-Wait I forgot about protection! Do you want me to go find some that we can use just in case?” He looks up at you apologetically and you put a finger over his lips, hashing him.

“Don't worry, I can't get pregnant,” you assure him and he looks surprised.

“Are you sure?” He seems worried and you roll your eyes.

“Just relax okay? Let me ride you already,” you chuckle and grind down on him. He jumps before adjusting. He nods with a little whimper. He holds your hips gently as you slowly start grinding on him faster. “That's it,” you smirk as you roll your hips on his, pushing his tip to your cervix, clenching hard around him. You could see the sensation building up on him, his eyes flickering shut occasionally, his hands clawing at your skin, his mouth releasing all kinds of lewd moans and whimpers. You watched as his chest heaved, occasionally stopping when you'd take his breath away with certain movements. His moans always stuttered, almost like he would moan from one sensation and Midway through a new sensation would begin and he'd begin to moan again, creating a never ending cycle of moans.

Yeosangs hands started creeping up from your hips to your back, clawing at your shoulders and upper back. You began raising your body up and pushing back down, starting to bounce on him slightly. He threw his head back and clenched his jaw. His eyes were wired shut as his hands clenched your skin.

“Please don't stop,” he stuttered out in a soft whisper. You couldn't help but smile at his innocent plea. As you continued to bounce on his cock your tits swayed in front of him. He leaned forward and grabbed your tits, one in his mouth and the other in his hand. He moaned as his tongue swirled around your nipple, creating a warm sensation. You put your hands on his head, holding him close as you felt his hips jerking up. He separated his lips from your skin and looked up at you. His eyebrows were curled up, his eyes were hooded, and a string of saliva hung from his lips to your breast. He parted his lips to speak but only a desperate moan managed its way through.

“Are you close, baby?” You ask between pants. Yeosang nodded with a whimper as he pulled you into a hug, his climax washing over him.

“Yes, fuck,” he moaned out as you continued to jump on him. Your orgasm washed over you shortly after his, creating a symphony of pleasure. He panted as he rested his head on your chest, his arms still wrapped around you as you held each other. You ran your fingers through his hair as you felt the cream pie dripping out of you onto the couch. After the two of you came down from your high you cautiously stood, making sure he wasn't too sensitive.

“How do you feel?” you ask as you fetch a towel from under the stage and a bottle of water. Yeosang lays on the couch out of breath, his chest heaving as he lays back.

“So good,” he chuckles and you smile. You hand him the water and he takes a few big sips as you clean him and the couch off. “Thank you,” he smiles before taking the towel from your hands, setting it to the side.

Yeosang stretches and offers to help you clean off or something but you're focused on getting the stain out of the velvet red couch.

“It's not coming out,” you frown and Yeosang pats your back.

“It's fine, we'll worry about it later,” Yeosang reassures you and you smile. You lean over to him and give him a little kiss. You stand back on your feet, still in your heels, and go over to the stage. You sit on the ledge and Yeosang follows. He rubs your back as the two of you sit together. “I know this is a weird question but,” he pauses for a minute. You turn to look at him as a way of telling him to continue. “You mentioned how you had sex with other guests before. Would you have done that in one of these kinds of rooms or would you go home with them and stuff?” He asked out of genuine curiosity. You chuckled before replying.

“Usually it'd be in here. It's dangerous to go home with men you don't know,” you explain and Yeosang nods.

“That makes sense,” he looks down at the floor for a moment. He seems a little awkward, as if he wants to ask something but he's too shy. You sat there for a moment processing everything that happened moments prior.

“Are you all done for tonight?” You ask to see if you could pry out his underlying question.

“Hm? Oh no, well if you're done I can totally leave,” he responds quickly and you shake your head.

“Tell me what you want, I can tell you want to do something more so what's on your mind,” you teasingly elbow him and he blushes.

“Was I that obvious?” He laughs. “I was just thinking…I don't know why, it's really weird but I wanted to have sex on the stage,” he admits as his eyes are fixated on everything but your eyes.

“Okay,” you shrug and get into position. You go on your stomach and put your knees on the stage, holding your lower half of your body in the air. Yeosang is taken aback by your willingness. He blushes and attempts to get into position with you. He holds your hips and guides himself into you, the new angle providing further sensations. You moan loudly and arch your back. Yeosang holds back his groans by biting his lip harshly. Yeosang sighs as he holds his position, letting you adjust to his length.

“Feels so good,” he says huskily. He massages your hips and ass as he gives you some time. He then starts to slowly move in and out. His movements still held a bit of innocence and cautiousness. It was clear he wasn't fully absorbed in the pleasure yet. Satisfied moans escape your mouth as the pleasure starts taking over your body. You assist his thrusts by moving your body back and forth on his cock as well. You can hear yeosang swallow hard as you squeeze his cock. His hands start to grip your hips harder as the two of you increase the pace little by little. He moves his hands up to your ass again, squeezing them firmly almost like he was trying to ground himself.

“Keep going baby, you're doing great,” you breathe out before setting your head down on your cross arms that are laid on the stage floor. Your praise encourages Yeosang further, he holds you steady as he rapidly pounds into you out of nowhere. Like your praise gave him a sudden boost of energy. The sound of your skin slapping together echoed in the room as your moans spilled out louder and faster each time your skin clapped.

“Im gonna cum,” he groaned in a raspy low voice, like he was trying to hold his breath or hold back his moans. His breath hitched before slamming into you one last time, hitting right against your cervix as he emptied his load inside you. The feeling of being filled up was enough to bring you to the edge, you felt your legs jitter as your orgasm washed over you. You struggled to hold yourself up as the pleasure surged through you.

His body pressed against yours as you felt his hot cum fill you to the brim. As he came you continued to very slowly move back and forth on his cock, riding out his high and extending the spiral of pleasure longer. He pulled out cautiously and his tip still leaked cum down to your ass. You rested your head down on the stage again as you panted. He then dipped his head down to your slit that dripped out your cream pie onto the stage. He could feel his cock getting hard again at just the sight of it. Yeosang took a long lick up your folds. The taste of your mixed cum tingled on his tongue. He held the front of your thighs near your hips to hold you close.

“You taste so fucking good,” he breathed out between slurps and gasps for air. You chuckled as you rested beneath him. He then moved to leave kisses and hickeys around your inner thighs and ass. He gently runs his index finger up and down your slit as well, dipping his finger inside every now and then.

You chuckled as you rested beneath him. He then moved to leave kisses and hickeys around your inner thighs and ass. He gently runs his index finger up and down your slit as well, dipping his finger inside every now and then. He finally backed up and let you rest beneath him. He rubbed your back softly as you laid there.

“Wait I have an idea,” you abruptly sit up and he jumps, startled by your sudden excitement.

“O-Oh? What's that,” he watches as you hop off the stage and fetch a decorative pillow from the couch and his water. He looks a little confused but follows along. You go back on the stage and hand him his water. He took a few sips as you held the pillow to your chest as you laid down on the stage again. He was a little confused on what you wanted him to do. He screwed the cap back on the bottle quickly and set it to the side. “What do you want me to do?” He blushed as he sat behind you.

“This position is similar to doggy style, it's called rear-entry,” you explain and Yeosang listens, taking mental notes. “Use doggy style to push in before laying down on top of me,” you explain and Yeosang continues to listen attentively.

“O-Okay,” he blushes as he lines himself up with you before gently pushing his way in. He slips in quickly due to all the cum acting as a lubricant, helping him slide in. The two of you are taken aback by the sudden shock of pleasure. You help him adjust and lay on top of you, his length hitting right against your g-spot making it hard to focus. You grab the pillow and bury your face in it and let out the loudest and heaviest moan you've ever heard. You prep your head back up and act as if nothing happened. Yeosang moves the slightest bit and his tip rubs right against your g spot again, going deeper into you. You let out a hoarse cry as you clench the pillow hard. “Am I hurting you?” He asks softly, his hot breath easing across your upper neck.

“No, q-quite the opposite,” you say with quivering lips and an uneven tone.

“We can take a pause if you need Y/N,” he pushes himself up with his arms but you instantly retaliate.

“No!” You call out and hold his hand down. You clear your throat, trying to hide your desperation. “No, keep going. It feels really good,” you blush and Yeosang smiles. He leans back down and places little kisses on your neck, his tongue slipping out every now and then. His hips bucked at a slow but steady pace. The sound of his hips slamming against your ass rang in your ears, the sting of the collision added to the pleasurable sensations. Yeosang wrapped his arms around your body as he thrusted into you, hitting your g spot every. Single. Time.

You bury your face in the pillow again, your moans turning into sobs and pathetic cries. It takes everything in you not to cum so early on. It'd be embarrassing to have a near-virgin make you cum in only a few minutes when you're so experienced but he felt so good. Yeosang kisses up your neck to the crook of your jaw, just below your ear. You lift your head up along with your legs, your heels flinging up to reach his back and without warning your walls clench around him tighter than ever before as your orgasm washed over like a title wave. “Keep going!” You cry out as tears well in your eyes, the pleasure unmatchable. He follows your pleas and continues to thrust into you, faster and faster Until you feel like you're about to shatter. You were sensitive from the orgasm you just had and his cock was hitting so deep all the sensations started overlapping.

“I'm gonna cum,” he blurts out softly and mere seconds after he finished his last word he came inside you. That was the final pull to make you come undone. You bury your face in the pillow again as Yeosang bites your neck, steadying himself. The pleasure slams into you like a tsunami as you squirt all over Yeosangs body. The sound of liquid squeezing past his cock hissed in the air as your body convulsed. Yeosang let your skin out of his teeth and pulled out. The tightness of your pussy was enough to start causing him pain. As he watched you convulse beneath him and cover him in your fluids his cock leaked onto your back.

He pumped his cock a few more times before cumming onto your back. Strings of his arousal shot so far it got into your hair and face. Finally the hum of ecstacy quieted in the empty room as Yeosang panted in unison with you. The two of you took deep breaths in the silence, the only sound to be heard other than your gasps for air was the liquid dripping off the side of the stage.

Once the two of you came down from your high you encouraged Yeosang to follow you to the couch. You pulled yeosang to lay on top of your stomach as you lay on the couch, sweat coating your bodies. Yeosang looked around the room with pink cheeks. “We have a lot of cleaning to do…” he sighed and you kissed his forehead. He tilted his head up to look at you.

“That's a tomorrow task,” you chuckle and hold him close.

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The next day Yeosang offers to take you back to the dorms to treat you to lunch as a thank you for all the opportunities you gave him. You happily agree and the next morning after cleaning up the mess the two of you made he takes you back to the dorms. When he comes in the door his members instantly surround him. Asking if he enjoyed last night and if he was okay. Yeosangs face turned red as he looked at all the members. Yeosangs hair was a mess and his eyes were lazy. His arms and thighs were sore from all the movement yesterday and there were marks all over him from head to toe.

"You look exhausted," San laughs and Yeosang slaps his arm.

"I brought over Y/N for lunch today," yeosang dodges the topic they all wanted to hear. "So try to treat her holistically while I get a shower," he smiles as he looks back at you. He turns back to his members. "Please,"

The members nod and welcome you into their dormitory.

"Sorry, we didn't know you were coming over so it's a bit messy but make yourself at home," Hongjoong smiles as he takes you to the living room. While Yeosang is in the shower the members can't help but ask how everything went last night. They wanted to know how Yeosang handled the situation. You were comfortable telling them a few things about Yeosangs behavior and they all got a kick out of it. San couldn't help but notice the large bite mark on your left shoulder that Yeosang had left.

"He really did great," you smile warmly. " I hope he enjoyed it as much as I did," you sigh as you think back on the memories of last night.

"That's good to hear," San nods. "I have to admit I was genuinely worried a bit near the end. After the dance, Yeosang clearly wasn't himself and I was worried he would do something embarrassing and he'd miss his chance," San laughs his hot coffee mug wrapped tightly in his hands.

"How are you feeling san?" You ask as you recall his wasted state from last night. San groans.

"My head is throbbing and I feel like throwing up 24/7," San laughs. "Sorry about last night I should've been more cautious," San bows at the waist to you and you instantly reassure him.

"No, no it's okay! I'm just glad you're okay," you pat his back and he sits back up. You then hear the shower turn off and not long after Yeosang walks out of his bedroom fully dressed with damp hair. You smile and go up to him. You run your fingers through his hair as he holds you by your waist. "Love the fit," you laugh and Yeosang blushes.

"Yeah I was going for Adam Sandler," he laughs and you kiss his cheek. The two of you then get ready to go out for some brunch. Yeosang takes a bag with him as the two of you head for the door. "We'll be back in an hour or so," Yeosang smiles before closing the door behind him.

The members on the couch sigh in unison.

"I'm so happy Yeosang got that opportunity," Hongjoong smiles.

"I think we did good," San nods and gives Hongjoong a fist bump.

"They're so cute. I'm happy for him," Seonghwa smirks with a little hum.

[anto-pops]

Her collection of companions continues to grow

[cupidddd-d]

oh heart, and then it falls

in which theodore nott is actually nice to you?

gn reader but it's mentioned that they wear lip gloss !!

"ow, fuck!" you cried out as your potion bubbled over the edge of the cauldron, oozing onto your hand. tears of pain sprung to your eyes, and you could already feel the burns forming underneath the thick sludge sitting on your skin.

"nott, you were supposed to be watching the potion while i wrote notes!" embarrassingly, your voice broke, and you could feel a tear dripping down your face. your notes were ruined, your hand was burnt, you were crying in front of the boy who was most likely to make fun of you for it, and your potion was completely unsalvageable. you may have been hallucinating, but you could have sworn that you could smell burnt flesh.

"huh?" theodore's head jolted up from his conversation with draco. his eyes glanced from your hand to your face, and then back down again. "merlin...we've got to get you to the hospital wing..."

you walked in silence as he led you out of the hospital wing, staring down at where he was applying bandages to your hand. he had poured a numbing potion over the wound, but memories of your previous pain echoed around your body.

"why are you doing this, nott?" your mouth was dry as you stared down at his gentle movements. what happened to the boy who practically fed off of your despair?

"i mean...i'm not a total monster. i don't like you, but it's not like i want you to be hurt." he let out a little scoff, his eyes darting to the side.

"could've fooled me," you rolled your eyes. "remember that time when you pushed my head into the cake on my birthday?" a little smirk was starting to cross your lips.

"that was 9 years ago, and i apologized!" he protested, a matching grin growing on his face.

"only after your mother forced you to," you retorted, rolling your eyes.

"at least i still apologized, right?" he shrugged, giving you a charming, well-practiced smile.

"shame, i still don't accept your apology," you mused.

the two of you sat in silence for a moment, letting him fully concentrate on fixing your hand.

"why are you doing this, nott?" you asked again, the question still weighing on your mind. for some reason, his previous answer didn't feel like the full truth. your eyes bore into his, your gaze so beseeching that it makes him divert his attention back to your bandaged hands.

"you know why." he said simply. quietly. his eyes were dark as they flit back to yours.

you inhaled sharply. if he was saying what you think he's saying... "no, i don't." your voice came out trembly and embarrassingly weak, and you kicked yourself mentally.

"i don't really have to spell it out for you, do i?" he was moving closer and closer. "stop me if you don't want this--and you should probably do it now, because i've waited so long for this moment, i think this might be your only opportunity."

his breath was fanning your lips now, his gaze stuck on your parted lips. you leaned in, and that was all it took for him to dive into you. his lips seared into yours, the kiss fervent. his hands were everywhere, cupping your jaw, pulling your waist to bring you closer to him, wrapping in your hair.

your eyes were wide as he pulled back, a smug smirk on his face as he licked his lips. "what is that, cherry flavored lip gloss?"

"nott-" you managed to stutter out.

"come on, darling. after what we just did, i'd expect us to be past the last-name basis." he snickered, leaning down to capture your lips with his once again.

[kosije]

c/w ★ ׂ duke!miguel x fem!afab reader. smut. all smut. miguel tries to exercise restraint. spoiler alert: he fails. sins in silk extra <3

duke!miguel o'hara: who enjoys taking you in the most compromising of places.

he'll fuck you in the garden, behind the tall bushes of flowers taunting you on how loud you're getting.

"oh princess, i don't think it would fool anyone if they heard the flowers calling my name. if you can't bite your tongue, even the k-kingdom next door will hear of this."

"heavens," he groans. "i bet you'd like that, huh? want everyone to know how you have the best fucking cunt, yeah?" he all but moans into the back of your neck. "too bad it's all for me."

he'll excuse himself from the table just to eat you out inside the kitchen storage room, away from your father, his colleagues, and the cooks.

messily making out with your puffy pussy, moaning into your mound when your hand pulls on his hair. "m' baby needs 't don't she?" he slurs like a drunk man. his large hands wrap around, digging into the meat of your thighs only to pull himself in deeper. you're having trouble keeping your voice down, but thankfully the kitchen is a mess of noise and masks your low mewls and his groans completely.

he sneaks back to the table while you to your chambers, but you don't miss his cheeky "oh, im afraid i've already eaten dessert."

his favorite place, however, is the place he took you for the first time. he takes his time in those moments. working you up, till you almost break, then taking you apart only to put you back together over and over again.

slowly licks up your neck, with your legs fold in front of you, he pistons himself in and out of you. your antsy hands drop from your thighs to his back, up to his neck, and down into the sheets, crying out at how deep he fucks you—at how much you can see how he's been needing you. how he's been missing you.

it's in the way he kisses and worships your body, the way he whimpers whenever he's inside you, how he looks at you, even while around so many people at your father's party. how big they got when they saw you, how wrinkled the sides were when he smiled. in the way he holds you after he's fucked you—tight and warm. how he nuzzles into your neck, kissing your shoulder, completely flush to you.

but you're no better. calling out for him whenever you touch yourself, wearing his favorite color every time he comes around, with matching panties. how you wrap your hands over his arms, kissing the meat of them. how you hide little gifts, sonnets you've worked, sweets you've baked, intimates you've worn. and the way when he writes you back, "thanking you," you feel like you could die.

it's easy to secretly write about him. gush to yourself about your scandalous love with "mr. frown," you write for hours. tuck them safely into the hole inside your closet that you made when you were younger. you write all the days you don't see him, and when you do you always have to mention something from them.

"i wish time would stop when we are together, so we can see what forever feels like."

"i need you more and more every time we part. you take a piece of me with you i desperately need back. that spins and leaps inside of you when you see him again.

"if only you'd stay tonight, then my room wouldn't feel so empty."

when you tell him this, with that sparkly look in your eyes, he pauses. looking you over.

"it won't be good for us, princess."

"why is that?"

"i won't—i won't be able to control myself, just not safe for us."

"you don't know that," you all but plead. "you have to at least be curious, of what can happen if we try?"

he understands what you're referring to because those same thoughts bounce around his mind whenever he's alone, missing you. those pestering "what if's," that keep him up, keep him wondering. the ones that eat at his resolve.

so even though it's risky, and is no good for him at all, he sinks back into your bed. kisses the back of your neck, nosing your baby hairs, and whispers a weak, "i can never say no to you"

and for a night, you two don't have to spend it missing something.

[walpu]

hii, first of all, sorry for my bad english

this may sound weird, but lately i've been thinking of aventurine turning in a cat. like, for some strange reason (maybe during a mission), he turned in a cute little cat. and since reader doesn't know he's a cat, he feels free to enjoy all reader's affection, and maybe to let his emotions win and cry while being caressed. and then he turns human and he's crying enough to fill a swimming pool. idk if i explained well :(

tysm, i love love love your works!! ❤︎

AWWW THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST and don't worry your English is perfectly fine! It's not my native language as well so I get the struggle tho

I love making my faves cry so there's a possibility that I've got a bit carried away lol

taking care of cat!Aventurine

edits by @keisieudeptry on twitter

characters - Aventurine notes - gn!reader, a bit of angst, hurt/comfort, a lot of cuddles, n̷̳͙͊͛õ̵̩͓ ̸̧͉̓b̶̳́̎e̵̖͋͊ṭ̴̩̔ȧ̵̪͚̕

Aventurine

Listen, he's always on alert okay. This man rarely allows himself to relax, especially when he's on another one of his business trips.

And he knows what to expect. Lies, attempts on his life, threats etc. He has seen it all.

But this. This. This is something new. Of course anything can happen when you're dealing with The Masked fools but this? Being turned into a cat? In what place this is even funny? It is kinda funny tho just not for Aven

He knows better than to panic. Yes, being turned into a tiny orange cat was not a part of his plans. Yes, this is probably the most defenseless and vulnerable state he's been in since his childhood. Yes, this sucks. But hey not like panicking will change anything.

Instead he just sits in the corner, feeling incredibly anxious and dreadful. His only hope is that this shapeshifting trick won't last for long.

A huge wave of relief washes over him when he sees a familiar person. And not just any person but you. The only person who can put his restless mind at ease, at least for a short time. He wouldn't mind seeing Topaz or Ratio too but it's much better when it's you.

He quickly realizes, however, that his joy was premature. He can't communicate with you! And you don't know that this is him! So the only thing poor Aven can do is follow you around and... meow. It's almost humiliating. Too bad he doesn't have time to care.

Soon enough you give up at finally pick up the oddly familiar cat. Every time you try to put the cat down it starts meowing and running after you so the only thing you can do is pick it up and carry around like a potato.

And you know how it is with cats, once you put your hands on one you can't stop petting it. You run your fingers through the cat's fur absently, while checking you phone for any messages from Aventurine. Hugging the cat, pressing your face to it's soft fur. Something about it surely reminds you of Aven. The thought, no matter how childish it is, brings a small smile on your face.

And poor, poor Aven. For so long he's been longing for your touch while laying awake at night, his poor heart flattered every time your fingers brushed against his. He wants wants wants to melt into your embrace yet this is not allowed for him.

How can he ask for it without exposing the deepest and darkest parts of his soul. How can he open his heart to you without reveling all the ugly, fragile parts.

He wants to be open with you, he really does. Yet it's so unreasonably hard. Would you kiss his head like you do now if you would know how empty he is inside? Would he be able to press his forehead into you palm, asking for more more more without feeling exposed?

In a way, it's good that right now he's in this form. He doesn't really have to think about anything, doesn't have to feel anxious about revealing too much. He can just enjoy in.

You two fall asleep just like that and he doesn't have to overthink, he can just crawl to you side, nuzzling up to you.

You can't help but notice that the kitten in your arms is trembling slightly. And when you pull it closer in order to provide some warmth and comfort it just purrs and meows pitifully. Almost like it's… crying.

Now listen. I'm 100% sure Aven is a light sleeper. So there's no way he won't wake up from a loud gasp and a lot of movements near him.

Well. Seems like the shapeshifting trick the masked fool pulled on him lasted only for 12 hours. And now he lays on the couch in his human form while you look at him with the wide eyes.

Awkward.

His initial reaction is to laugh it off. "Surprised, dear? It's a shame you can't see your own face right now ha ha". Would explain the whole situation, trying to make it seem like it was not a big deal. No mention of you cuddling session tho. Max he would say is "my, my, didn't know you where such a cat person".

However, his smile freezes immediately when you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Well. Here goes all of his feigned confidence.

Here is this feeling again. Your warmth, you scent, the comfort your touch brings. You telling how you started to get worried and how relieved you are that he didn't get hurt. It cuts so deep, makes him feel so exposed yet so needed. Loved even.

At first he doesn't even get it why your eyes get even wider, why a look so lost and worried all of the sudden. Only when your hands hesitantly cup his cheeks and you ask him what's wrong he realizes that there are tears in his eyes.

You know those tears when they just drop from your eyes and it's not like you're hysterical or crying uncontrollably but the tears just keep coming and coming and the more you try to calm down , the worse it gets? Yeah, him.

Would almost automatically tell you that everything is fine. When you confront him, pointing out that he's literally crying, will get even more confused than you. "Hah, seems like you're right, dear" he says with a small smile, giving up on the idea of hiding it from you. After all, it's too late for that anyway.

It feels... not even humiliating, no. It's weird, scary even, to be so open around someone. To be stripped of his mask so suddenly.

And yet he doesn't have time to care when your hands hold him oh so tenderly, when you cup his face and ask him what's wrong.

"Nothing, nothing, really. Just getting a bit sentimental here. Just... hold me like that for a bit more, 'kay?" he manages to whisper with a faint smile before pressing his face in the crook of your neck.

God feeling his tears on your skin feels so surreal. And heartbreaking too.

With each tender touch he gets even more emotional, to the point when he literally chokes on his own tears. Please hold him, run your fingers through his hair, kiss the top of his head.

He just doesn't get it, it feels so good to be held by you, why does his stupid heart hurts so much then?

Honestly he didn't cry for so long and there are so many repressed feelings, just let him let it all out.

He'll probably fall asleep in your arms, feeling very exhausted after the sudden emotional outburst. In the morning would act like nothing has happened, making some dismissing comments about him being a bit overdramatic last night. Don't let him withdraw into himself but don't push him to open up too much as well.

Just touch him more often from now on, especially when he looks like he had a bad day. And eventually he'll turn into your lap cat, reaching out for your warmth himself with or without reason.

"You're being clingy again" "Am not <З" all while sitting on your lap.

You've domesticated him so good luck.

[baeshijima]

— one more time

jing yuan has always considered himself to be a patient man, never failing to have a plan in mind and out of sight for unforeseeable circumstances. when it comes to matters involving you, however, he finds that he never has the time to think; not when he acts quicker than he can process.

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1k wc, fluff, kissing, very much pining jing yuan

A/N : holds this man gently as i stare at him doing his idles with big wide eyes and tears rolling down my cheeks (also yes this is me using the "idk how to kiss" "then i will teach u" trope as an excuse to write a kissing jing yuan fic bc i am delusional and proud🐥)

when jing yuan was reciting his usual pep-talk as he made his way to your decided meet-up spot (which included, but was not limited to: stay calm, cool, and composed— the triple-c, if you will — and don't make a fool of yourself, jing yuan), he figured the cosy picnic (date) arrangement would go smoothly and without a hitch. you would be there bathed in the artificial sunlight, fingers threading through blades of grass and then you would turn at the rhythm of his footsteps, that signature grin of yours on full display as he would attempt to calm his thunderous heart from spilling saccharine confessions accumulated over the last few centuries.

like always.

but very much unlike now, it seems.

in place of the predicted events he'd conjured up beforehand, the words “i don't know how to kiss” welcome him instead. (he just barely catches himself before the picnic basket in his grip goes tumbling across the grass.)

“...what?”

“right?” you huff, seated on the grass with your arms supporting your weight while bathed in the artificial sunlight of the luofu. “i've lived for this long, and yet i have never kissed anyone! wait, or maybe it's because no one wants to kiss me... am i that unkissable?”

“no!” is the immediate rebuttal which springs forth to the tip of his tongue, but he just barely catches himself. he's planned thousands, probably millions, of ways in which he could confess to you, but the timing has never been quite right. that, or the times where he was about to confess were interrupted; sometimes by some last minute calls, other times where he just misses the timing, but usually by yanqing unceremoniously barging in between you.

this time isn't any different either, because it is simply not quite right. there's something — something imperceptible yet obvious in the back of his mind, giving him the go-ahead on the perfect time to bleed nothing but the pure, unadulterated adoration you've inflicted upon him.

this time isn't any different either, but his mind goes blank, a clarity he has never felt before driving his senses.

“i'll teach you.”

it's a sudden offer, one he doesn't really know where he got the confidence to offer it from, and yet something about your stunned expression and his unusually calm heart seems... right.

“...you know how to kiss?”

“i know more than you do,” he counters. a triumphant grin tugs the corners of his lips when your mouth instantly clams shut at his words.

he waits for your response with baited breath. will you agree? will you refuse his, painfully obvious, advance? oh god what should he do if you say no? play it off as a joke? tease you for considering it? walk away in shame and cry about it—?

“alright then,” you say, and he blinks once, twice. “it's not like i have anything to lose.”

...is this a dream?

apparently not, as he now finds himself seated in front of you with the artificial sunlight doing little to help fend off the heat blooming along his skin. your eyes are closed with your body leaning towards him in baited anticipation, but his gaze hones in on the clench-unclench of your fists and your stiff posture.

unable to contain himself, he chuckles, “someone's a little tense.”

“ugh, cut me some slack! you're my first, so of course i'm nervous.”

your first. he's your first. yours. he's yours.

it's almost like a mantra the way he repeats your words (as well as varying renditions of them), one which does little to keep his waning self-restraint intact.

with a sharp inhale, he cradles your chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting your head slightly to align better with his. if this were him any other day, he would have merely brushed this moment off as another one of his fantasies; an untouchable perception of what he wishes could be his.

this is not any other day, however, as jing yuan is hyper-aware of your light breaths fanning against his lips, the faint brush of his nose against yours, and your familiar scent which curls into him.

you, you, you. you are all he feels, all he can think of, even more so when he finally pushes forward into your awaiting silence and slots his lips against yours. it's a perfect fit, he thinks in what little room he allows for thought when preoccupied with your overflowing warmth and the taste of you on his tongue and the sheer euphoria which bubbles up when you hold onto him in response to his hands sliding up to cup your cheeks and holding you close.

he wonders if you can feel his centuries' worth of repressed affection from this exchange — if you can feel the desperation coursing through his veins as he leans into your touch. he already knows it's impossible though, for his love runs far too deep to be conveyed in just one singular moment.

“did you get that?” there's an ache in his heart when you part for air, but it's quickly forgotten when you blindly chase after him.

“one more time,” you whisper against his lips, his heart surging up his throat at your half-dazed eyes and tightening grip on his clothes. “i think you need to show me one more time.”

his waning self-restraint snaps.

“look at me,” he whispers back, voice hoarse with pent-up desire. his hands tilt your head up, guiding your gaze to align with his once more. before you can let a word slip through it's smothered, his lips crashing onto yours in an instant as he finds himself more determined than ever to leave you breathless with his adoration and have you focus solely on him.

if you enjoyed this, then reblogs with/or comments are greatly appreciated !! <33

[jmliebert]

more Tom. i demand.

gladly.

.·:*¨TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE AS YOUR PROFESSOR ¨*:·

the most charismatic dada professor of the last decade, is the talk of the school immediately 

his presence alone demands attention

young and utterly handsome but let that not fool you, his mind is sharp, his knowledge vast and he knows how to pass it in along to his students 

well-groomed, you will never catch him off guard, calm face, dark clothes and a book in his hand (always)

strangely deep and somehow sad eyes are the only sign of his tiredness, but who wouldn’t have that look after obtaining the wicked knowledge he has?

he notices every little detail and it seems impossible to fool him so no-one even tries 

he also notices those who are gifted, his eyes are especially on them you see

forming special meetings to his favourites and you are one of them

he treats his chosen ones differently, he want to know them better, infiltrate their minds

he's sending you birthday cards, in emerald-green envelope, his handwriting neat and his wishes sincere

on one of those special meetings, while talking, discussing ideas and sipping tea Professors Riddle gaze linger on one student longer than the others, and that student is you

he’s intrigued but conflicted of course keeping you at safe distance for now

during one of his classes you answer correctly to one of the trickiest question, he gives points to your house for this one

but for you the biggest reward was Professor Riddle little smile meant just for you and brows raised in surprise 

at that moment you felt like you could fly :)

during some other dada class your exchange of views with Professor Riddle was so fiery and full of unspoken things he had to step back as not to make other student question your relationship 

after that he starts ignoring you whenever he can, he’s well-mannered towards you as always but he doesn’t engage you in his classes, doesn’t give you extra attention during meetings with his pupils, doesn't give you extra passes to restricted section

and worst of all he doesn't respond to your little verbal provocation no longer

his eyes are longing however, you can feel it and it almost burns your skin

you feel miserable because of this sudden change in his behaviour

you miss your intellectual wars, you miss books that he was reccomeendign to you, and his fingers guiding yours as you were learning a new spell...

so one cold night you muster your courage and decide to confront him in private, sneak into his chambers, your little heart flutters like crazy

when he sees you he act surprised but he's truly not

“ I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you”, he says flatly

but he didn't mean it, you know he didn't so you kiss him hard and for one sweet second he's kissing you back but then he stops, and now looking deep into your eyes in doubt, as if searching for something...

"don't", he says, moving away from you

suddenly you feel like you made a fool out of yourself, you start to think that all this secret looks and gentle touches were all nothing but your twisted imagination, cries of your loneliness

what did i do wrong? you keep asking yourself

but in the morning you see an enchanted flower on your bedside table with a note attached to it

"i've been thinking about you all night" is says and even without a signature you know who sent it to you

and this is how your strange game begins

it is dangerous for both of you as he is your professor and you are his student

sometimes when you doubt it all and crying in his arms he's softly whispering words of comfort to you

when it doesn't work he says he will ruing your life if you'll tell somebody or leave him, his eyes empty while saying that

you know he's bad for you but you are by his side anyway, waiting for better in him also knowing deep-inside that you are nothing without him

always cherishing this little moments when he is kind to you, when he kiss you gently and cups your face with his fingers

devouring every praise, every "I want you" from his beautiful mouth

forgetting every "you're pathetic"

loving his hands on your inner tights

feather-like kisses on your face

quick make-out sessions in between lessons "quick, we don't have much time"

and then he fuck you hard on his desk, in his classroom and it feels both wrong and soooo good

his hand on your mouth as to keep you quiet, your soft whimpers die in his palm

you learn to live in secrecy, feeding yourself with stolen moments and yearning embraces in the middle of the darkest of nights

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

 you can find more of my works about tom ♡here♡

[hellcat8908]

Love Lost 2 Azriel x Reader

Warnings: mentions of miscarriage, hurt, angst, violence

Make sure to read Love Lost first

You patiently wait for Eris in the foyer for him to finish his meeting. You admired the stag tapestry that was hung on the wall. The beautiful colors of autumn on full display as the stag stood stoic in a still forest. Your attention was drawn away from the tapestry as Eris walked in to greet you. "I'm sorry for not giving advanced notice of my arrival." You apologize. "Don't worry about it, you know you're always welcome here. Sorry I wasn't able to greet you sooner." He says.

This was the Eris few people got to see. He had always been gentle and kind to you since you were kids. "Come on, I'll show you to your room so you can get settled." He offered his arm while he picked up your bag. You noticed the subtle changes made since Eris took over as high lord. He opened a door and escorted you inside, "This will be your room, as long as it's to your liking." He says, gauging your reaction. "Eris, it's perfect. Thank you!" You say as you explore the space.

"You have your own private bathroom through that door. And over there is a walk-in closet." He says as he gestures. "Thank you for everything." You say softly. "Anything for you, I just wish it was under better circumstances." He says before giving you a hug. You fall apart in his arms, the touch being too much to bear after being untouched. He continues to hold you, "It's ok, I've got you. That's it. Let it all out." He comforts you.

Eventually, you cry yourself to sleep. Eris gently lays you in bed and tucks you in. He quietly leaves the room. He makes his way back to his office to finish up his work while you sleep. He contemplates reaching out to Rhys to see if he knows you left. He decides against it and leaves the decision to you to tell them of your whereabouts. After finishing various reports, he comes back to check on you.

Meanwhile, the wind grew colder against Azriel's wings as he neared Illyria. His first camp was coming up. He landed heavily in the center of camp, glaring at anyone who looked at him. He met with the one in charge, Garrick, and informed him of the changes Rhys wanted to make. After the two got done arguing, Azriel stepped out to watch some of them training. He watched silently and made a mental note to discuss with Cassian. After a pair had cleared out, Azriel entered the ring, "Anyone want to see how they really measure up?!" He shouts to the crowd.

One of the bigger warriors steps forward to accept the bait. They quickly start circling each other. The Illyrian grows impatient and rushes Azriel. Azriel drops his shoulder and tosses the warrior over him and into the dirt. A couple of warriors that were watching laughed before the warrior got up and struck Azriel in the side. His eyes grew wide as Azriel snapped. He quickly takes the fool to the ground and beats him to a pulp. Finally, the soldier counters after his face is bloodied. He lands a few more strikes on Azriel before being dropped again.

Before the fight can last any longer, Azriel feels two sets of hands on him, pulling him back. "Enough!" Rhys says with authority before releasing him for Cassian to escort away. Rhys turns his attention to the camp and orders them to go back to their duties. Once the attention is off of him and his brothers, he moves to catch up. "You're done! Until further notice, you're relieved of your duties." Rhys tells Azriel. "Fuck you!" Azriel shouts before jerking out of Cassian's grip. "You need to focus on you and fix thing's with y/n." Rhys says calmly. "Don't tell me what I need to do! You're not the one dealing with this! You have no clue what this is like!" Azriel yells at his brother.

"Then tell me, talk to us. Talk to y/n! No one knows what you're going through like her because she's going through it too." Rhys says. "Stop, Rhys. I'm dealing with it the only way I know how to." Azriel says. In an instant, Rhys winnows all three of them to the house of wind. "You're going to stay here until you get your shit together." Rhys says. "If you're going to relieve me of my duties, at least let me stay in my own home!" Azriel demands. "No! The last thing y/n needs right now is you being an ass because you're pissed off at me! You can go home once you've proven you are more level-headed." Rhys says, leaving Cassian and Azriel alone.

"Come on, let's go." Cassian says. Walking towards the training area. "I'm not in the mood to train." Azriel says. "Good, we're not training. We're fighting. You need to let out some of that anger, and I can take it." Cassian says. Azriel follows him and readies himself. After a few moments, the two collide in a fury of punches and jabs. Cassian allows Azriel to land some strikes, wanting to help him purge his anger and emotions. "Come on, Az. You can do better than that, or maybe you can't anymore!" Cassian taunts, "is that really all you've got?!" Azriel hits harder and strikes faster.

His anger reached new heights. "Maybe y/n is better off without you. I mean, if you're just going to abandon her when she needs you most." Cassian continues to poke at Azriel. "Fuck you! You don't know anything about our situation!" Azriel shouts as his breath hitches. "Then tell me, tell me how it is. From where I'm standing things got hard and you checked out!" Cassian yells, shoving his brother.

"It's all my fault! I'm the selfish bastard! I'm the reason she suffered watching me with Elain for as long as she did! I'm the one that breaks her heart every time I walk out the door! And worst of all, I'm the reason we lost the baby!" He says, dropping to his knees. "What do you mean you're the reason you two lost the baby?" Cassian asks as he stands next to Azriel.

Next Part: 3

[chuulyssa]

kidnapped. (mello)

↷ A/N ─ my first time writing actual smut please give constructive criticism or i'll cry bye. just to confirm btw this is NOT rape/non-con. the reader consents. thank you.

★ COUNT ─ 2.5k

!! TAGS ─ f!reader, kidnapping, yandere!mello, smut, dry-humping, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, praise kink, nicknames (good girl, pretty boy, etc.), floor-fucking, a little cockwarming at the end

★ PROLOGUE ─ your ex kidnaps you because you are a useful asset to kira. or does he have a different reason?

SMUT, 18+, MDNI

You struggled against the tight ropes that bound you. Your mouth was covered with a thick layer of duct tape, your eyes blindfolded so you were enveloped in darkness. Your back hurt, and you realized you had been tied to a chair all along.

Suddenly, you felt the blindfold gently untie itself from around your hair, and you opened your eyes meekly. It took a while for them to adjust themselves to the brightness of the place. You surveyed the room cautiously. The details gradually came into focus, revealing a dimly lit, unfamiliar space with bare walls and a single, flickering light bulb overhead. The air was heavy with an unsettling silence, broken only by distant, muffled sounds of breathing from behind you.

You strained against the ropes again, trying to free yourself from the chair, but to no avail. You panicked, trying to recall how you ended up here. But your memories were hazy, and you couldn't think of anything, especially with the sharp pains of your aching head.

The person behind you moved into your line of sight. With a quick motion, they removed the duct tape from your mouth, causing you to wince at the uncomfortable tingling sensation.

"Easy there," a familiar voice said.

You had heard this person speak before. But where? Your mind ran through all the voices you had ever heard in your entire lifetime - your parents, your teachers, Kira. You blinked slowly, your eyes beginning to register your vision. With a jolt, you realized who the person in front of you was.

"Mello?" you said in disbelief, your voice hoarse from not speaking for a long time.

"Quiet, honey," he whispered and crouched down to be at eye-level with you, his expression revealing neither malice nor sympathy.

"Why am I here?" you demanded. The throbbing pain in your head intensified from this new revelation, your eyes darting around to check for any possible escape routes - doors, windows, anything.

"Who is Kira?" Mello caressed your lips, soothing the tingling left by the duct tape.

"Kira?" you blinked. "I don't know. I'm in the Task Fo-"

"Shut up."

Mello's harsh command silenced you, and you felt a surge of fear. His grip on your chin tightened, his eyes narrowing as if reading your mind, boring into your soul.

"Listen, here, sweet pea," he said coldly, "we just need you to confess that Light Yagami is Kira. Then you will be fine."

"Light Yagami?" you tried not to show the panic you felt on your face. "The chief's son?"

"Y/N, please," Mello said sternly, getting up to pace around the room, circling you. "I know you're connected to Kira. I know Light Yagami is Kira. You have been helping Kira and you cannot fool me."

"I need information," he continued, stopping in front of you once more. "And you're going to give it to me. One way or another."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you insisted, your voice shaky. "I'm not connected to Kira. I'm a part of the Task Force, and I'm doing all I can to stop him!"

Mello scoffed. "Save the lies for someone who might believe them. I've been tracking Kira for a while, and your involvement doesn't go unnoticed."

"I can't give you information I don't have," you pleaded, desperation creeping into your voice. "I'm innocent, Mello. Please, let me go."

"'Please, let me go'?" he repeated mockingly. "'I'm innocent'? Do you know who you're trying to lie to right now?"

"Please, Mello, I'll do anything. Let me go," you begged him.

"Anything?" Mello bent down to you once more. "Anything?"

"Yes, Mello, anything."

"Strip."

You stared. What?

"Strip?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper, hoping against hope that you had misheard him.

Mello's expression remained impassive, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your skin crawl.

"You heard me," he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Strip."

He leaned forward and tore the ropes with a pocketknife, starting with your legs and then moving to your hands.

"Mello-"

"Y/N. I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong," he sighed. "I just don't want hidden trackers exposing your location."

His expression softened slightly, and he seemed more... human. But it was quickly replaced by an unfathomable expression once more, looking at you with expectancy.

You rubbed your now free wrists, still sore from the tight bindings, and looked at Mello with a mixture of gratitude and unease.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "I... I thought-."

"Strip, Y/N. I don't have all day."

Mello's insistence snapped you back to reality. Despite his explanation, his order made you feel uncomfortable. But you knew that compliance was your best chance at survival right now.

With trembling hands, you unbuttoned your blouse, slowly, as if hoping Mello would ask you to stop. You removed the blouse, and moved on to your jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down, letting them fall to the floor. Now you were left in your bra and panties, and he stiffened at the sight but did not look away.

You moved to your bra, unhooking it, suddenly feeling a bit confident as you maintained eye contact with your ex-boyfriend. You sensually let it hang around your breasts, before pulling it down completely. Similarly, you raised your hips a little to take your panties off, gliding them off your legs and near Mello.

Mello, on the other hand, grew increasingly nervous. He was still looking directly into your eyes as if daring you to make him look at your exposed chest and pussy.

"There you go," you said. "You can check all you want."

Mello nodded, his nervousness dissolving as he adamantly checked your clothes, finding nothing there. You, however, smirked a little to yourself. When Mello finished checking your clothes, he turned to you, but you surprised him by putting your bare feet on his growing bulge, rubbing it up and down slowly.

"Still so hard for me, Mihael Keehl?" you cooed.

"No, shut-" he began, but was immediately cut off by a kiss.

He was still sitting on the floor in front of you, his mind and body going numb from the pressure on his lips. You leaned in more, your legs giving in (from their lack of use), making you fall on his lap, your pussy sitting directly on his hard crotch.

You rubbed yourself against his crotch as you continued the kiss, pussy getting wet imagining how long his dick would be by now. Mello all of a sudden seemed to have woken up from a slumber, and he showed this by kissing you back as roughly as he could.

"Gosh, Y/N. I - fucking - missed you - so much," he said between sloppy kisses, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying you down on the floor as gently as he could. He increased the pace of his dick and your pussy rubbing, groaning as he unbuckled his belt and pull both his pants and boxers down in one go.

His dick sprang out and you immediately got up to give it a little kiss, making him shudder. You slowly shoved him backwards so he lay down, giving you easy access to his dick. You looked down at him. So vulnerable. So needy. So long and hard. Just for you.

You bent down and licked the tip of his dick, his hips springing upward, begging for more. You forced him to continue lying down, teasing him with small licks and kisses at the tip.

"Y/N, please," he groaned. "It's hurting, please."

"So good at begging, aren't you?" You sucked on his dick and he moaned in pleasure.

"Ah, Y/N, fuck, yes."

You sucked and licked his dick, top to bottom, your tongue working as you kept circling it. Your head bobbed on his dick, and your pleasure lay in his continuous moaning. Your hand pumped his dick a few times, soon replaced by your tongue, and you continued the process over and over.

"Y/N, yes, yes, fuck, I'm going to come."

"Do it," you moved your hand faster. "Come for me, pretty boy."

"Oh god, yes, shit, shit," he cursed, soon coming inside your mouth, and you swallowed it, winking at him lightly as he lay on the floor panting, taking more than a few moments to catch his breath.

"My turn," he smirked finally and pushed you down on the floor harshly, a hand behind your head to protect it from injuries.

He kissed your neck, dragging his tongue along your collarbones, then latching onto the hard nipple of your right breast, massaging the other one with a free hand, and soon switching breasts. He continued licking, pinching and kneading your breasts, a few sinful sounds escaping your mouth before he started moving downwards, leaving feathery kisses along the way.

Your breath hitched when you felt the kisses sliding from your inner thighs to your pussy, your hands ready to push his head in further in case he tried to tease you as you did to him. Your fingers groped his hair gently in soft motions, caressing his head and waiting.

He was so close to your pussy, his breath hot against your clit. You closed your eyes in anticipation, waiting for him to eat you out. However, he continued to smirk against your entrance, not moving at all.

"Mello, please," you begged, your voice a little shaky from the earlier blowjob.

"Please what?" He asked, his voice low and husky. You groaned and tried to shove his head in your pussy, but he didn't budge.

"Please, Mello," you whimpered. "Touch me. Please, touch me."

His smirk became wider in response, and he proceeded to give one long stroke of a lick against your clit. You arched your back in surprise and he pushed you down harshly, chuckling and licking you again. His tongue circled your clit before he sucked it into his mouth.

"So wet for me. Such a good girl," he moaned against your skin.

You moaned with pleasure, smiling a little at the praise. He sure knew how to keep you happy even after you two broke up.

Mello continued to lick and suck your clit, suddenly sliding his fingers into you. This caught you by surprise, and both your hands reached out to hold onto his biceps, clinging onto him for dear life while he fucked you with his fingers.

"Good girl, moan for me now, go on," he groaned and licked you again, his fingers moving in and out of you as he sucked on your clit.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Mello, yes," you cried out, releasing your built-up orgasm and letting it hit you hard with a wave of pleasure.

He continued to overstimulate you, and you felt as if you were gonna pass out with pleasure. His fingers continued pulsing in and out of your tight little pussy, and you felt your inevitable second orgasm approaching quick.

"Mello, shit I'm coming again," you whined, your body shaking as you released all over his fingers again.

Mello's smirk grew, if possible, even wider. He finally removed his fingers from inside of you and licked them, maintaining a seductive eye contact with you all the while. His tongue lapped at your pussy, cleaning up your juices.

"So tasty. All mine."

He kissed your thighs and looked up at you, his eyes dark with lust. You reached out to touch his hair, but he moved away.

"I'm not done with you yet," he said and pumped his hard dick a few times, looking down at you.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he growled, and you gave a tiny, "Yes, please," in response as he pulled your legs apart with his right knee and lined his dick up with your pussy.

You closed your eyes yet again, biting your lip. Even throughout your relationship, whenever the two of you had sex, you wondered if his long, thick cock would even fit inside your tiny pussy.

Mello seemed to have read your mind, for he gave your thigh a little tap as reassurance before pushing into you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.

You gave a loud cry at the pain, which transformed into a strangled moan as glee filled your body. He pulled out, eyes on yours as if asking if you were okay with this. You nodded slowly, and he wasted no time in thrusting inside again and pulling out in a rhythm, his hands on your hips. He picked up the pace steadily and began moving in and out of you at a rapid speed, fucking you hard.

"Fuck you, Y/N, you're so tight," he growled, arms reaching out to hug you while his hips did the work. Your screams were loud and clear, and while you were probably at the Mafia's base right now, you were sure that none of Mello's men would dare to enter the room.

He grunted, his hips slamming into you, fucking you harder and harder. His dick repeatedly hit your cervix with every thrust, and you felt yourself melt under the satisfaction he made you feel. For god's sake, why did you leave him in the first place? You couldn't remember. Not right now. All that mattered at this moment was his fast and inhumane speed of thrusting and your strangled moans.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he grunted, his hips slamming into you.

You nodded furiously, letting him know he could come inside you any time of the day. Mello groaned loudly and released his cum inside your pussy, still, however, continuing to thrust in it in anticipation of your third orgasm. He continued to fuck you relentlessly, his dick pounding into you as he groaned and moaned himself.

"Mello, no! Shit, I'm gonna come again," you shouted out as you felt your third orgasm in less than an hour advance faster.

"Come, darling," he snarled. "Come all over this dick. Claim this dick, Y/N L/N."

You yelled out as you came once more, your body shaking as he continued to fuck you. He groaned and slowed down his thrusts, his dick still hard inside of you.

"Oh, god, you were so fucking good," he said, collapsing on top of you. "I trained this pussy well, didn't I?"

You gave a breathless chuckle in response, while he continued to keep his dick inside you still, not wanting to let go of the warm sensation of your pussy yet. He kissed your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

"I still love you, you know that?" he whispered, his voice low and husky.

You smiled slightly, holding onto his muscly back as he lay on top of you with his head in the crook of your neck. You ran a hand through his soft, blonde hair.

"I love you too," you whispered back, your voice soft and gentle.

He blinked in surprise and his face broke into a smile.

"I should've known. Floor-fucking was always your thing."

© chuulyssa, 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[shaisuki]

ADDICTION

|| the second entry for the series “𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄”

content warnings ─── bonten! sanzu, murder, talks about torture, noncon, implied kidnapping, drugs , dark themes, yandere themes

ᝰ synopsis.ᐟ when colored pills doesn't give him the high he needed, sanzu finds a new addiction, it's better than ecstasies.

the gunshot seem to frighten you. i apologize for that. in line of my "business" it is my job to keep the empire mikey had built to flourish. these traitors are not the worth of the name bonten and those who are without use should perish.

it's also to serve a warning to you. never run away from me.

i have no intention of harming you, let alone scare you. it's only a reminder that you can never escape from me, even you run to the ends of the world, i will follow you.

shed the blood of those who dares to look at you. serve their head in a platter. cut every finger who dares to lay their hands on you. rip their limbs apart one by one and not even death could escape their fate from my hands.

why are you crying? you don't like that? silly girl. it's a punishment for them who can't understand that you belong to me. what? can you repeat that? you don't want me nor anything of this?

you got no choice. you've bewitched me. got me high of my feelings that i didn't know i was capable of doing so. you've made me addicted to the sensation of your skin in mine. your voice like bells in my ears. no drugs could make me feel like the way you do.

you're the most potent drug that i could take. intoxicating me with your light that flows in my veins and gives me euphoria reaching in my brain. you're the medicine in my pain.

sometimes you're also the cause of the aches in my body. you never really learn do you? what got you shaking? the body drops as i pull the trigger on his head. blood pooling at those empty head of this incompetent fool to never let you out of sight when i'm dealing with mikey.

this is a warning. don't test me. although, i vowed myself to never harm you—you need to be taught a lesson. nobody messes with me, no one.

ssh. don't cry. this is all your fault. you're going to take whatever i give to you. fuck! i might lose control of myself whenever those tiny whimpers leave your mouth as i pressed my lips to your heated skin. be a good girl. all i want for you is to submit to me.

tears won't work on me darling, i've seen plenty of it. from the men who for me to spare their useless lives with a gun in my hand. it would be no different to you. you're mine to begin with. i own you.

a blissful sigh escaping from my lips as i inhale your scent. such beautiful hair you have. such bounty you have for yourself and it's mine to exploit.

the straps of your nightgown falling down to your round shoulders the more my lips move to feel of your skin. this would be your life with me as i clothe you with the most luxurious clothes i can provide for you. money ain't a problem for me. i have lots of them.

your body trembles as i touch you. i won't harm you, i told you. think of this as a lesson while you think of escaping me again. there's no escape in my grasps. as much i hate to force you, this is your punishment for making me angry. if you weren't my precious little things—i would have killed you.

we won't like that don't we? stay still. it would be easy for me to take you or else it would hurt. never been a problem for me to put down people like you.

that's it. you weren't that stubborn when i'm putting you in your place. that's right. the sight of you sinking in the sheets with your hands gripping the sheet while you brace yourself for me to take you. your plump ass raised to serve me.

eyes rolling as i sink to your warm pussy. engulfing me in such warmth that got me hooked, wishing forever to be inside you and now we are as one. connected to fulfill our desires and to feed my addiction.

i hope you learned your lesson with this one or else i'll be doing it until it get through your thick skin. i won't get tired of it nor will i ever stop.

this is what addiction to you feels like. a neverending rush of euphoria.

[ghouljams]

you know what, as Angels self-proclaimed cool aunt, i am going to do a very controversial thing and say hurt. her. i want to see Keegan destroyed and sobbing. i want keegan not being able to look at their kids for more than a few seconds because they look like her. i want him finding drawings that the little monster made of their family and just breaking down again. give. me. the. angst. (pretty please)

Well. I've been wanting to write this for a while, but I'll keep it short.

tw miscarriage

You think you're a good pregnant person. It was rough the first go round, mostly because you were doing it on your own, but now you have Keegan around. He's around all the time, you can't turn a corner without him being there. You can't lift anything or grab for things off shelves, you can't go to the store alone, and Keegan follows you to work with the little monster in tow. It's actually sort of sweet saying goodbye to your little family outside your office every morning. You kiss both of them and wave goodbye, knowing they'll be there to pick you up when you get off.

It's a neat little routine you fall into. You feel good, healthy and happy. Keegan's started getting up early, getting Ainsley ready for the day and making breakfast. He kisses your cheek every chance he gets, settles his hand against your stomach, pulls you into his lap to feed you, he's more affectionate, more attentive than he's ever been. You'd be a fool not to give into his care. You know what it's like to be on your own, so this time you're taking full advantage of him.

Your toddler climbs into bed between you and Keegan for stories before bed, and cuddles close against your side. When their eyes are heavy and Keegan finally scoops them up into his arms to cart off to bed they reach for you, wrap their arms around your neck and whisper a good night to you. Your heart swells with happiness as you kiss their cheek. Your baby. You're holding off on telling them the good news until you can show them a proper ultrasound. It'll make them happy seeing a picture.

You really shouldn't be so happy, you're only a few weeks in, not even showing yet. It's Keegan, you think, his excitement is infectious and you've never seen him so happy. It takes everything in you not to smile every time he looks at you, every time he touches you. It takes everything not to giggle and grab for him every time you remember that you're having a baby with the man you love.

Keegan wakes you up at the first scent of blood. Spotting, then a brilliant horrible red. Your stomach drops, then the cramps hit and you don't have time to mourn because it hurts. It hurts and there's no amount of tears you can cry into Keegan's shoulder that make it stop hurting. Keegan's lips press against your temple, his arms tight around you as he calls 999. You hold on just as tightly, your body shaking with an emotion you can't put name to.

It wasn't far along, you try to tell yourself, I didn't even know them.

It doesn't help.

[sadghostbitch]

Go ahead and cry, little boy

written for ‘Fool’ | wc: 454 | rated: T | cw: none, I don't think | Tags: T for slight swearing, pre-steddie, no upside down AU, mentions of children abandonment, recreational drug use, hurt/comfort wannabe.

@steddiemicrofic

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Eddie watches how Steve Harrington gets saddled with a child that isn't his.

The entire town knows what happened.

Steve Harrington dated Nancy Wheeler for a year, back in high school, until she made a fool out of him with Jonathan Byers.

And yet, here they were, seven years after the fact, with the eyes of the town on Wheeler dropping her firstborn onto her ex before fucking off to wherever she lived now.

So Eddie watched.

Harrington going to the store with the kid, buying groceries and looking like a fool while trying to buy baby shit he found on the aisle.

Harrington speaking with every mother in Hawkins, looking for advice from the fools who've done it before.

Harrington looking exhausted (and still as beautiful as ever), on his dead end job at family video, where he had raised into a management position.

Harrington on his door one afternoon, foolishly asking if he still sold drugs.

"I do. But don't you have a child now? Where are they?"

Harrington sighed, dragging a hand across his face.

"I asked Karen and the kids to babysit her, I- look, I'm tired. And I just wanted some weed, if you can't sell me that I'll just leave"

Eddie watched him while he spoke. Harrington DID look exhausted, like he'll kneel over the second he lets go, the second he leaves the tension drain of his body.

And Eddie wants to see that, he suddenly realizes, he wants to see Harrington at his most relaxed, without the stress he always seems to carry around, so he makes a choice.

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Eddie watches Harring- Steve (he'd asked Eddie to call him that) relax on his bed, all loose limbs and hazy eyes, looking the most calm and pretty Eddie has ever seen him.

"I don't think I'm ready for this. Aileen deserves better than a twenty-something fool taking care of her instead of her mom"

Eddie startles, they've been quiet this whole time, but Steve talks, undeterred, about his kid.

"But Nancy didn't want her, you know? So she called me, because she remembered some dumb shit I told her the last time we met and gave her to me."

Stevie is crying now, still beautiful, looking entirely like the fool he is while his haze is stuck on the ceiling and the words keep slipping out.

"And I wasn't ready, but I just couldn't leave her, I didn't want her to be like me"

Eddie reaches out, sweeping the tears out of Stevie's face.

"It was hard, wasn't it? It's okay sweetheart, I've got you"

Those big, beautiful sad eyes stare at him.

"You promise?"

"I promise"

Stevie is a fool, yet Eddie still finds him lovely.

[blue-sadie]

Spoiled Brat

Neteyam x Na'vi Reader

Summary: being the center of attention and the biggest spoiled brat neteyam decides to tame

Warning: tail play, spanking, hair pulling, name calling, aged up characters

Yn/3rd person pov

It was pretty obvious how you had everyone in the village wrapped around your finger just by batting your eye lashes you'd have anyone on their knees just by winking at the men you had their hearts.

But their was only one that wasn't fooled by your petty looks and he isn't bothered well you hang on him or your pitiful whining.

"Neteyam" I whined clinging to his arm as he treaded through the forest "no" he muttered shrugging me off of him I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

I huffed before leaving him to get attention from one of the other hunters "hi ryker" I winked sitting infront of him as he was sharpening his arrows.

"Oh hey yn" he smirked laying his stuff down putting all his attention on me "how are ya" he asked putting his hand on my thigh.

I watched from the corner of my eye as neteyams body tensed as ryker leaned into me "wanna go somewhere private" I whispered into his ear lightly nibbling on his earlobe.

"Hell yeah" he growled standing up and pulling me with him but neteyam stood in our way "the hell you going anywhere with her" he huffed pushing ryker away from me.

"Let's go" he hissed pulling me away from ryker and pulled me to the village I bit my lip looking up at him his jaw was clenched and his muscles flexed.

"I've been looking for you" kiri grumbled walking towards us "not now kiri" neteyam growled but she didn't even acknowledge him and pulled me from his hold.

"I finished your outfit for tonight now come on" she said pulling me towards her family hut I looked over my shoulder giggled as neteyam clenched his fists while glaring at me.

"Here it is" she squealed and my jaw dropped "these are just the accessories"

"And this is what your wearing under it"

(You choose)

"Oh wow" I marveled as the crystals gleamed in the light "thank you" I squealed hugging her tightly "well it's not every night you get to choose your mate".

"I'm gonna go try it on" I smiled running into my hut which was next to their because our family's were close friends.

As soon as I got to my room I quickly changed and excited for the outcome "how do I look" I smiled walking out my room.

Kiri and my mom clapped as I twirled "tonight is gonna be amazing" I sung "you look beautiful my dear" my mom smiled as she pushed a strand of hair behind my ear "any man is lucky to have you".

-At The Party-

"Aww thank you arki" I smiled excepting his hand as he lead me through the crowd "you look amazing as always" he beamed back at me as he took me to a small sitting area.

"I was wonde-" "bet it loser" ryker pushed arki out of the way I looked at arki with a sorrowful look "sorry" I mouthed and he just nodded before leaving.

"So we got interrupted early" he said giving me a creepy look "yeah we did" I murmured looking around for neteyam.

"You look beautiful tonight" he growled leaning closer to me I shivered and my breath started to become uneven "have you chosen a mate yet" he said toying with the crystals on my thigh.

"Yes" I said bluntly "who is better then me" ryker seethed taking his hand off my thigh and standing gaining a few peoples attention.

"I'm the best hunter and the best looking" he yelled flexing his muscles before pointing at each man and insulting them personally before moving on to the next.

"And don't get me started with neteyam" ryker laughed dryly as he pointed at neteyam who glared daggers at ryker.

"Who thinks because his dad won the war he can do whatever he wants" ryker shouted walking up to neteyam and pushing his chest.

"Back off" neteyam growled "or what is little neteyam gonna cry to dadd-" ryker was interrupted by neteyam punching him square in the face knocking him to the ground.

"Fuck you" ryker screeched going for neteyams legs causing neteyam to fall and they took turns being on top and punching the other.

"they fight like pussys" kiri muttered standing next to me I only nodded and watched smiling as jake came pulling them apart "clean up duty for 5 months and no flying for 2" he muttered smacking both the boys on the head ryker came towards me but i quickly followed neteyam as he left the party.

"Hey nete" I murmured grabbing his arm but he quickly pushed me off "leave me alone" he growled walking off into the forest "you I'm just trying to help" I yelled causing him to stop.

"Help, help me all you ever do is cause shit for me" he yelled coming towards me "all you even do is cause shit" he pulled at his hair as he came a few inches away from me.

I felt small under his hateful gaze but also kinda excited as I felt myself become damp I quickly closed my eyes and decided to do something reckless and kiss him.

Our lips molded together and I braced for a slap or an insult but it didn't come instead I felt his hand wrap around my body bringing me closer to his He used his tongue to push into my mouth to cause me to moan and try pull away but he held fast and slowly pushed me into a tree "nete" I whined against.

He growled out pulling away before turning me over so my chest was against the tree "you know how long I've wanted to do that" he muttered into my neck as he bit and sucked on the exposed skin I leaned my head back against his shoulder but squealed out as I felt him smack my ass "neteyam" I murmured but he pushed me against the tree.

"This is your punishment for being a spoiled brat" he muttered standing to the side for me "now count for me pretty girl" I gasped as he spanked me again "count" he said firmly "o-one" he spanked me again "two".

"Ten" I cried out that I was finally done "now was that so hard" he smirked wiping the fallen tear of my cheek.

He carefully brought me into his arms before picking me up bridal style "w-where are we g-going" I hiccuped gazing at his face which still kinda was batted and bruised.

"A place where I go to cool off, I need to fix up my face and put ointment on your ass, I wouldn't want to leave such bad bruisingon you".

It was silent the rest of the walk but I cuddled into his chest and felt his heart beating it was carm "I'm sorry about tonight" I murmured making him glance at me "you did nothing ryker should learn his place" he huffed as he wondered into the roots of a big tree "here we are" he said and softly placed me down on my feet.

It was actually quite spacious and had a few things laying around, some chests and a comfy looking hammock.

"So this is were you hide from me" I teased watching him as he opened the chest grabbing a few things he smirked back at me "whatever you say brat" I rolled my eyes at the nickname "now come here" he chuckled and bit his lip as I walked over.

"I gotta say my sister knows how to make the best clothes" he smiled walking behind me "this might be cold ok" he murmured his hand slipped under my skirt and touched my skin and he was right the oil was icey I let out a soft moan as he started to massage the oil into my skin.

He chuckled "save some for later" he growled playfully and gave my ass a slight tap as he pulled away "I might need your help with some of thses" he said walking back over to the oils and wiping his hand off on a towel.

"Where did you get all the oils and stuff" I asked walking over to him and leaning over his shoulder to look at them "kiri she's tought me some of her training" he said looking through the ointments "these are the ones I need help with" he handed me a few bottles and a cloth to help apply them.

"Come sit over here" I murmured walking over to a nice spot so he can sit he walked and sat and stared up at me as I wet the cloth "this might sting a little" I whispered and started lightly dapping the wound on his cheek he hissed at first but eased into it "were you gonna mate with ryked" he asked staring into my eyes.

I shook my head immediately "no fucking ways he's an ass" I muttered moving onto the next cut "so who were you gonna choose" he asked pushing my hand away from his face I looked at him dumbfounded "no I just kissed you for nothing" I said rolling my eyes.

He smirked standing up and putting his hands on my hip before laying his lips on mine, my arms settled on around his neck as his hands moved to my ass "jump" he murmured against my lips I did and wrapped my legs around his waist.

His lips moved to my neck as he took to the hammock and layed down with him beneath me he pulled away "I knew you'd look fucking amazing on top" he grinned making me stick out my tongue and his hands immediately went to undo my clothes "someone's in a rush" I giggled and undid his loincloth cloth.

I gaped at his size "wow" I murmured and watched as he ran it up and down my slight "I want you to sit on it" he growled out putting his hands behind his head watching with lustful eyes, I let out a shakey breathe as I sunk onto his thick cock moans and whimpers leaving my mouth as I began to move.

"Fuck" I moaned putting my hands on his chest to steady myself, I gasped feeling his tail wrap around my neck slightly choking me he chuckled at my struggled moans and gazed up at me with half lidded eyes "ride me bitch" he muttered smacking my thigh I whimpered out as I started to bounce on him "fuck sake" he groaned.

His tail tightened around my neck making my eyes roll "nete" I cried as I started nearing my climax "fuck your clenching around me" he groaned thrusting up into me "fuck gonna cum" I moaned arching my back "cum with me" he yelled out.

My body shook with pleasure as i cam and my eyes flattered as I felt neteyam fill me up his hot cum "neteyam" I murmured breathing heavily as I layed down onto his chest.

"That's my good spoiled brat"

[carcarcraziiv2]

Heartsteel Sett Boyfriend HCs

~Sett is love, Sett is LIFE. Don't get me wrong, I am barking and on all fours for all of these men but Sett holds a special place in my little heart~

P.S. Asks are open! I am open to requests! P.S.S. I am also open to other League characters, Arcane AU, etc. Just hmu :3

TW: Floof. So much floof. Pet names. You get the picture right? As always, enter at your own risk!

Sett is a l o v e r. PDA overload. Hugs? Always, without question, is up for that. Kisses? You bet your ass he will. Any second, no matter where you are, you could lean in for one and he will squeeze you up against him, and kiss you like his life depends on it. If anyone appears to be giving you some extra attention that he doesn't like, all this big guy has to do is walk up next to you (as if he isn't there already lol) and usually the person doing the thing is smart enough to know better than to continue. "Hey baby, come here. What, can't I kiss you? Let me kiss you. That's my good b/g."

Sett is second only to Ezreal in his joking capabilities. This man can JOKE, and although he is trying to joke with and or at you, he unfortunately tends to make a fool of himself because he is a massive dork. If you pull jokes on him, he doesn't really get upset or offended, but he will pretend to be. His goofy demeanor means he will put a hand to his chest acting all flabbergasted, then tackle you into a hug or onto the bed while calling you a dork. "Haha! You're so funny, but you know I've got skin of steel baby. Oh, you meant it? Yeah right! Comere!"

Sett is an absolute SUCKER for attention. He will eat it up, and if you aren't paying attention to him? You might as well be. He will pester you, throw you over his shoulder, basically DEMAND your attention. Since this is just how he is, you never have to be desperate for his attention either. If for some reason you do feel neglected, he will feel very bad about it. He will make it up to you no matter what that means. "I'm sorry I've been at the gym so much this week, band stuff has just been stressing me out. Hey, I have an idea! Why don't you go with me?!"

Kisses, hugs, and everything fun= SETT. He is a fiend. He is insatiable. He will grab you up and kiss you, no matter where you are. His kisses can be goofy, fun, or downright sensual. Sometimes, when Sett is feeling serious for once, he will take his time with you. Touching you sweetly- he is so strong sometimes he is scared he will hurt you by accident. But man, it's all worth it as soon as his lips touch yours. Sett grabs your wrist, pulling you flush against him. You have to tilt your head to see him, and as he gazes back down at you he tilts his head and studies your face. "You're everything, baby. Everything." He leans down, kissing you gently, before releasing your lips and hugging you even closer.

Sett doesn't like arguing. He gets so pent up sometimes, you fear for the guy he goes up against at his boxing matches. Most of the time, when it's petty little arguments, he will figure out some way to get your mind off of it. Every once in awhile when you actually feel upset about the situation, Sett will take his time to sit down and talk it out with you. He will grab your hands, nod while you explain your side, and carefully display his own. By the end of it, the two of you are usually kissing... and by the end of that- well... "I get where you're coming from, baby. I just think we could have approached the situation differently, is all. Promise you're not mad at me? Thank the Gods. Come on, I wanna make it up to you in the bedroom hehe," He says, grabbing you by the waist and tugging you toward your room.

Sett will be very sad when you leave, or when he has to leave. He is like a little puppy dog who cries when you go (although he doesn't actually cry). He will pout, however, and his irresistible face almost makes you quit everything and stay home just to appease him. When he leaves, he will ask you a thousand questions trying to egg on a reason to stay, but you know he has to get to band practice so that Yone doesn't come pounding down your door, so you usually just give him a reason to be excited to come home later. "I miss you already, baby! Please don't make me go. Nah, look Yone loves me! He won't be that mad... Comeonnnn. Fine, but later we are getting dinner, and you are going to be desert."

[canonical-transformation]

(first | previous | #untitled shenhe game)

You blink sympathetically. It is unclear whether the woman in green notices.

She sniffles again. An infection?

You check her forehead temperature. She is not feverish.

> ask whether she is sniffling because of allergies or because of crying

“You sound congested,” you say. “Do you perhaps have allergies? Are you crying?”

“I... I'm not crying right now,” she says.

A clever evasion. But you will not be fooled.

“Were you crying earlier?” you ask.

The woman buries her face in her arms and nods. “Yes,” she mumbles. “I was. I've been having a really awful day and I got sad. Is that so bad? Even adventurers in books get sad sometimes.”

Ah. It seems she feels ashamed for crying.

“It is not bad,” you reassure her. Thinking back to the lessons Master taught you in your youth, you continue: “There is no shame in having strong emotions. It is only our response to such emotions that ought be judged.”

The woman nods slowly. “I guess...”

“Did your strong emotions cause the maiming of innocents?” you ask.

“What!? No...”

“Did they cause you to disrupt a master artisan deep in thought?”

“Uh...” She blinks. “I don't think so...?”

“Then do not feel bad for crying,” you say.

She parts her lips as if to say something, but no sound escapes them. Instead, tears well up in her eyes.

A minute later, she begins to sob freely.

After a while, the woman looks up at you.

“I'm sorry,” she says. “I'm just complaining and complaining and... What about you? Are you okay? How are you?”

> tell her you vanquished a boar

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wolfstar wips

So I'm using the @hprecfest day 12 prompt "a WIP you're following" to post a short rec list of WIPs that has been sitting in my drafts for so long now I even had to remove a fic that had been finished in the meanwhile!

Something rotten in Grimmauld Place by @plecotusauritus (8,802 words, Hamlet AU) This is a wolfstar Hamlet AU, need I say more?? I've never much cared or thought about Hamlet since I read it in school but this fic (almost) makes me want to reread Hamlet and I can't wait to see where the story goes next, I love the atmosphere this fic captures, the lovely writing style and just seeing all these characters we know so well fit into the plot of Hamlet is so, so cool!!

the oldest recipe for parsnip soup by @eyra (10.639 words, modern AU, christmas fic) Getting another fic by eyra for the holidays has been such a wonderful treat! I love the whole setting and the characters of this fic so much already, especially Sirius!! And the writing and all the descriptions are so, so beautiful, as always, highly recommend checking it out!!

Welcome to Aphrodite by @de-sire-blog & @rhabarberjunge (18.957 words, magical AU, secret identities) this is one of those fics I've read a while ago, but I keep thinking about it because I loved it so much. I don't want to give away too much of the plot, but the premise is Sirius finding a hidden, adults-only club that makes people's secret desires come true, and of course Sirius's secret desire is Remus... It's hot, it's fun, and it's incredibly angsty, I love it.

Stitched into My Skin by @squintclover (19.297 words, canon divergent AU, memory loss) I love the heartache and all the bittersweetness that comes with memory loss fics so much already, and I am so obsessed with the way it's been done in this fic. The premise of the fic is Peter casting a memory loss charm on Sirius on October 31st 1981, which leads to Remus raising Harry and randomly coming across Sirius years later, only Sirius doesn't remember him. I'm so intrigued by the first few chapters already and can't wait to see where the story goes next!

Marauder FM by @hollyivydruzy (26.402 words, modern AU, radio AU, enemies to friends to lovers) I know I've recced this fic before but I will never shut up about it because I love it, and especially this fic's Remus so, so much! It's an iconic, funny radio AU set in London, and I wish the radio shows from this fic were real because I would listen to Sirius's radio show every morning if I could. I just love the vibe of all of them working at the radio station together and the slow burn enemies to friends (to lovers) is so delicious!

The Patchwork of Us by @tracingpatternswrites (27.502 words, modern AU, enemies to lovers, co-parenting Teddy) This is such a lovely fic about Sirius and Remus navigating the difficult situation of co-parenting Teddy after Tonks dies, I love the domesticity and the enemies to lovers vibe of this fic so much!

The Picture of Sirius Black by @lynxindisguise (30.049 words, Dorian Gray AU) okay anyone who has ever seen my blog knows how much I love lynx's writing, which is why I am also obsessed with this fic, even though it's a genre I'm usually not that familiar with. It's a Dorian Gray AU, it's gothic horror but especially the first few chapters are also giving victorian romcom with murder sideplot vibes (and I mean this as the biggest compliment), this fic will make you laugh and cry and want to murder some of these characters yourself maybe.

Only Fools Are Satisfied by grumposaur (@pancakehouse) (38.353 words, modern AU, tennis AU). I really love the exploration of Sirius's family dynamics in the context of him being a professional athlete in this fic, and Remus with his tanlines and freckles is everything!!

Neon Moon by @krethes (47.698 words, modern AU, cowboy stripper Remus AU, Las Vegas) I didn't know how much I needed Remus to be a stripper and a cowboy before I read this fic, but now I do and I love him!! The whole premise of them meeting at a strip club while Sirius is out on James's bachelor party is so iconic, and the vibes of the fic are just overall excellent, highly recommend checking it out!

on another ocean by @colgatebluemintygel (118.148 words, modern AU, backpacking/interrail, friends with benefits) Where do I even start? This is an incredible fic, one of my all time faves, I've reread some of the chapters several times now and am so obsessed with this fic's Remus in his socks and sandals, driving Sirius crazy with lust. Also I will not spoil it for anyone who hasn't read it, but the scene in the budapest chapter in the club bathroom features one of my favorite Sirius moments of all time, across all universes haha.

marginalia by @spindrifters (266.547 words, magical AU, canon divergent AU - Grindelwald won, slavery AU) I'm having a hard time trying to put my love for this fic into words in just a short paragraph. This fic is so unique in its setting, and it's so beautifully written and asks & answers the question "what if Grindelwald had won?" in such an incredible, highly political and also very immersive way, if you haven't read it already I really recommend checking it out (as well as the already complete Tedromeda spinoff set in the same world, history books!!!).

Staying Strangers by 3amAndCounting (319,368 words, modern AU, texting fic, university AU). This is one of my comfort fics, I love a good texting AU, this is quite a popular fic anyways but if you haven't read it and like modern AUs & texting fics (though it isn't all just texting) go check it out!