#like nervous bordering on afraid

[darkwitchoferie]

EDIT: This story now has a full length fic, which you can find here

Pairing: Bang Chan/f!Reader, OT8/f!Reader

Summary: You start off as just Chan’s beloved girlfriend and end up in bed with all the members. It’s very smutty. I’m a little concerned for myself.

Tags: Smut, a little fluff, member x member action, unprotected p in v, not discussed but reader is on birth control, free use reader, consensual somnophilia discussed but not shown, cum eating, double vaginal penetration, mentioned anal between multiple members

A/N: I was originally going to submit this to @daydreams-after-dark for her birthday month, but then it got away from me (by so much) so I’m posting it and tagging her instead. It was sparked by one of the anons who sent in a scenario about being passed around the whole group.

So, Sorsha, firstly, Happy Birthday month! Secondly, I am so sorry for the loss in your family. It's hard any time of year, but for me personally, it always hit just a little harder around the holidays. I am so sorry you're going through this.

But, for a bit of distraction and birthday gift:

Picture this – you’re Chan’s girlfriend and he adores you, wants to give you absolutely anything and everything he has the capability of providing. He also loves to help his members, we all know that. So one night, after he’s fucked you stupid, you’ve lost track of exactly how many times he made you come, and you’re seconds away from falling asleep, your tongue is less guarded than usual and you confess to a fantasy about being a fuck toy for all the boys. He doesn’t get a chance to ask about it because you fall asleep before you finish your sentence.

He has an early schedule the next day, the kind where he leaves before you even wake up, and he can’t focus because now, every time he looks at the boys, he’s picturing them fucking you and he is a little surprised by how far from upset he is about it. This wasn’t something that had occurred to him and if it had, he might’ve thought he’d be too jealous to want it. But now, every time he hears their voices or glances over at them, he’s wondering if you’ll make the same sounds for them that you make for him. And if the dance they’re practicing has body rolls in it? Forget it, he’s gone. More than once he’s had to make them leave a room ahead of him so he can get his dick under control.

That evening, he gets back to your apartment completely frazzled and on edge. He doesn’t know if he wants to fuck you first, to get himself partly under control, or if he needs to talk to you about your confession. Somewhat unsurprisingly, considering the state you were in, he has to remind you of what you said. You don’t deny it, but now you look a little scared of his reaction. Is he gonna be all possessive like he gets sometimes? Does he think you’re disgusting? Does he think you’ve cheated on him? These thoughts are racing so fast in your head, that you don’t immediately notice how hard he is from thinking about it. A short while later, he has you on your back, buried deep in your cunt and he starts asking for more about this fantasy of yours.

You fell asleep, but I think there was more, wasn’t there baby?

Promise you won’t be mad?

How could I be mad at you?

It takes a while, but you get it all out. I want them to use me, whenever they want. Like when I’m wearing the necklace you gave me so you can fuck me whenever, wherever. I wanna do that for them too. Let them fuck me when I’m asleep after a long day like you do. Call me to the dance studio or recording studio ‘cause something’s not going right so you’re all stressed. Cockwarm Lixie or Minnie while he’s gaming. Fuck everybody during movie night. Ride Binnie’s thigh after a workout, when he’s still all sweaty. Let Jinnie paint me naked, then fuck him.

He can’t deny the way every scenario you bring up brings him closer to his own orgasm. After, when he’s laying on top of you, both trying to catch your breath, you whisper, most afraid of this part because you’re afraid he’ll think you think he’s not good enough. I’ll be happy with that, but I’d like to date them too, if they wanted.

You spend the next week or so talking about it, discussing boundaries – of which there are few and depend entirely on the individual guys – and how exactly you’re going to seduce each of them. You agree to a one-at-a-time approach, instead of just offering yourself up in the group chat, which had been your initial idea.

Jeongin, being Chan’s roommate, is first. The two of you “forget” when he’s going to be back so he “accidentally” walks in on you fucking in the living room. You reach out to him and Chan verbally invites him to join you and you get to learn exactly how good those fingers you’ve fantasied about feel in your pussy and your mouth while he fucks you.

Felix is next. You’re not sure what Chan told him to convince him to come over to your place instead of Chan’s, but they walk into your apartment for dinner together that turns into you splayed out on the kitchen table with Felix eating you for dinner and then confessing he’s had a fantasy about being between the two of you, one you’re both thrilled to fulfill for him.

Hyunjin was a little tricky. You weren’t sure he would go for it the same way Jeongin and Felix did, so you took him out first, seduced him slowly. Gentle touches to his arm or the nape of his neck the whole time you’re in the art museum, thighs pressed together at dinner after. He’s frazzled, feeling super awkward, and unsure what to think by the time you get to your apartment and then shocked when Chan asks how your date went, like it’s totally normal to date your friend’s girlfriend. The awkwardness vanishes the second you’re straddling his hips and sinking onto his cock, Chan watching from the chair in the corner of the room.

The gym the boys use at the company is being remodeled, really just getting new equipment so it’ll only be down for about two days. But Changbin’s complaining about not getting his cardio in on the right day, and how he doesn’t want to go for a run outside in the rain. So Chan suggests a different form of cardio. Which is how you find yourself face down, ass up, while the pair of them take turns until you’re a drooling, cum filled mess.

Seungmin is a bit more like Hyunjin, he’s not going to just jump into bed with you. He needs to be seduced and shown that he’s wanted first. He’s insecure, particularly if he starts comparing himself to the other members. So you look up schedules and plan to take him to a baseball game. He agrees, but calls Chan a few minutes later saying I think your girlfriend just asked me on a date.  She totally did. Did you not want to go out with her, ‘cause you should tell her now, she’s already picking out her outfit. His mouth goes dry at the shirt tight enough to show an imprint of your lace bra and short skirt combo you come out in when he comes to pick you up. You don’t know much about baseball, but he’s thrilled to explain it to you. And while, with a voice like his, you could happily listen to him read the dictionary to you, you love the look on his face when he’s explaining something he’s passionate about. Back at his apartment, the first round is just you two, but he takes a few videos to send to Chan. Then Lix gets home and joins you both.

There’s only Minho and Jisung left and you’re pretty sure you should go after them as a pair. You have all the others together, asking their opinions as well, and most of them agree, they’ve been called chopsticks before for a reason after all. Talking about it has gotten them all worked up though, which you’ve found isn’t a difficult thing to do. So, after settling on a straight forward date plan where you and Chan explain the whole thing to them first, Binnie has you held in the air, your back to his chest, his hands gripping your thighs and holding them open so the others can see exactly how well he splits you open. And so he can show off his strength. Felix, who’s sex drive seems to perfectly match yours, is already a whimpering mess on the couch before he sinks to the floor and crawls over to Hyunjin to suck his cock.

That is, naturally, when Jisung and Minho decide to wander into Chan and Jeongin’s apartment. You vaguely heard the commotion but, being too absorbed in Changbin, you didn’t really register what Chan and Jeongin tell the other two. After Binnie cums, filling you up, he passes you to Seungmin, who let’s you splay out on the floor with a perfect view of Jisung and Minho over his shoulders. Minho is pressed against Jisung’s back, one arm wrapped around his middle, lips close to his ear. You can’t hear what he’s saying, but you can see the effect it’s having on him. You watch Jisung’s eyes go glassy, his mouth drops open and little whines slip out. His hips roll forward, seemingly without his conscious control. Minho, meanwhile, has the wickedest smirk on his face, staring straight at you the whole time. It’s his eyes you’re looking into when you cum on Seungmin’s cock.

As soon as Seungmin moves, Minho lets go of Jisung who is on his belly, face between your thighs so fast you’re impressed he didn’t fall. Your thighs clench around his head and that seems to spur him on more, licking Changbin and Seungmin’s cum out of you faster. You hear whimpering above you and turn to see it’s coming from Felix, whose eyes are glued to Jisung and who looks rather jealous. Before you can say anything, Chan catches it too and you recognize the glint in his eyes. It’s going to be a long, but very happy night.

And it is. You don’t really hear the exact words Chan says, but the gist of it is that they’re going to pass you around and each of the eight of them is going to cum inside you. Then, Felix and Jisung are going to eat it out of you. You can’t tell who’s more turned on by that – you, Felix, or Jisung. After that, things get a little hazy for you. There are so many hands on you and you never go for more than a minute without a cock filling you.

Jisung slides into you as soon as he’s licked you clean. He doesn’t last long, but you already came on his tongue, so you don’t even notice that you didn’t come on his cock. At some point Jeongin has you bent over the coffee table, thrusting into you from behind. Chan, because he thinks it’s adorable when you’re completely fucked out, tries to get you to ride him. You manage to roll your hips, but you’re so far gone that he giggles and takes over, thrusting up into you. Felix lays you on your side on the couch, letting you relax as much as you can while he thrusts into you, keeping one leg bent up and over his legs so you’re on display for the others. You know, because you can taste it when he kisses you, that he’s sucked off at least one person other than Hyunjin. Part of you is sorry you missed that. You don’t remember when Changbin and Seungmin fuck you again, but you know they did. You heard Binnie grunting in your ear and calling you Bunny. You think that might have been after Jeongin, still bent over the coffee table. You know Seungmin likes to see your face, so that had to have been him on the couch, after Felix, with your knees pressed to your chest.

You know, because you heard it, that both Felix and Jisung have each been fucked at least once, probably twice. You vaguely think someone fucked Jisung when he was inside you. You want to make a mental note to make sure you can watch that next time, but the thought is pushed right out of your head.

Then Minho’s sliding into you on the couch wondering how a slut who’s already taken so much cock can still be so tight. Hey Hyune, got an idea, come here. Then Hyunjin’s fingers are sliding into you beside Minho’s cock and you’re so full, you don’t think you could be fuller, but you’re wrong. You practically scream when Hyunjin slowly slides his cock into your pussy, sliding alongside Minho’s. They let you adjust before setting a punishing, alternating rhythm.

Felix is already on his back on the floor, when first Hyunjin then Minho cums. Minho holds you up, supporting your upper body as he slides you down so you can sit on Felix’s face. You can’t see it, but you can feel their combined cum oozing out of you and into Felix’s waiting mouth. Judging from the sounds under and around you, it must look obscenely good. Then you feel Jisung’s tongue join Felix’s. You grip Minho, digging your nails into his arms as the pair wring one final orgasm from you.

You collapse and Minho gently maneuvers you to the floor between Felix and Jisung. The trio of you, gasping for breath and in a hazy, post-sex space that you love, lay there and wait for the others. Chan and Minho are giving out instructions. Hyunjin’s sent upstairs to run a warm bath. Seungmin and Jeongin are tasked with getting drinks and food and bringing them up to the bathroom, though they bring out a water bottle for everyone first. Chan helps you sit up and drink the water. Then he, Changbin, and Minho are carrying you, Felix, and Jisung upstairs to the bath.

Gentle hands are washing you, Felix is cuddled into your chest and Jisung is fighting sleep where he’s cuddled against Felix.

You, babygirl, are a genius Chan says to you, kissing your forehead and tucking you into bed between Felix and Jisung, after convincing the trio of you to eat some of the food Seungmin and Jeongin bring up.

[matchpointfaist]

hii! could u write art comforting a reader whose afraid to voice their needs/wants? like when they want or need something, they're too scared to say what it is since they think they're annoying?

can be smut, fluff, or anything else u want! luv ur fics <3

stanford art x shy reader

i love this request i hope you enjoy!!! she is so me anxious girls rise

tw for mild smut, mentions of mental illness. short n simple!

you'd always known you were a bit, well, different. as a child, you'd hide behind your moms leg as she ordered for you at restaurants, blush so deeply your skin burned when people sang you happy birthday, bite your nails raw when you had to speak to more than just your family. it got better, in time, as you forced yourself out of your shell. by college, you had it down to a science. you could hold it together near constantly, only breaking under particularly stressful situations, but you never quite mastered speaking up for yourself. that's where you were mentally when you met art. relaxed enough to go to parties, but too shy to talk to anyone but your small circle of friends, too nervous to drink more than one beer, too antsy to go home with anyone.

everyone knew art donaldson. he was stanford's golden boy, tennis phenomenon, blue eye and blonde hair angel. he was outgoing, bordering on loud, always the center of attention, always smiling. so when he walked over to you that night, smiling and eyes sparkling, red solo cup in hand, you had to tamp down your confusion. “hey,” he grinned, “i’ve never seen you around, you new?” “no,” you tried not to stutter, a long formed habit, “i just don’t usually hang out much,” “i’m art,” he shook your hand, confident and breezy, as if you wouldn’t know who he was. that was the start of it all, cocky boy and blushing girl, hand in hand.

after that night, the two of you were inseparable. you sat courtside at all of his matches, smiling and clapping when he inevitably won, his bag at your feet. in return, he stayed up with you for your frequent study sessions, rubbing your shoulders as you thumbed through page after page. you had a good little system going, a perfect little bubble just big enough for you two.

when you went out, he’d order your drinks and bring them back to you, satisfied like he’d done something grand each time. he stayed glued to your side, hand in hand, his thumb running over your knuckles when he could sense you getting worked up. he was doting and constantly observing you, soothing your nerves, calming any thoughts you let get out of hand.

you had a bad habit of picking your lips raw, biting at them as you spoke, and art developed a little habit of his own; carrying around a tube of chapstick, running it over your lips and chasing it with a gentle kiss, wiping away any dots of blood you’d bring to the surface. he kept band aids in his tennis bag for when you’d get carried away picking at your nails and the skin around them, little pink ones just for you. his friend teased him at times, poking fun at the way he fussed over you, but he waved them off each time. you were his girl, light of his life, who cares if you were a little antsy? everyone had their things, their ticks. you just happened to have a few more than him, thats all.

you worried, often, about the female attention he got. practically every girl on campus wanted him, not even bothering to hide it, fawning over him at his matches and flocking to him at parties. your biggest concern was tashi, patrick’s girlfriend and art’s sort-of coach. after her injury, she spent most of her free time helping art’s game, and the countless hours they spent together wore you down, ate at your mind. he’d come back to his dorm one night to find you crying, the sleeves of his hoodie pulled over your hands, your face red and eyes bloodshot. “baby,” he dropped his bag at the door, rushing over to you, “hey, angel, what’s going on? what happened?” “it’s okay,” you sniffled, wiping your eyes, “i’m okay, sorry, i just didn’t feel good,” “hey,” he wiped your face gently, tilting your head up to look at him, “don’t do that, don’t shut me out. talk to me, please?”

you told him, hesitantly, about your worries about tashi, about the nagging thoughts you couldn’t push away, assuring him that he didn’t have to do anything differently, you were just scared. “baby,” he murmured, “need you to tell me what you want, alright?” “nothing,” you said quickly, “it’s okay, art, you didn’t mean to,” “hey,” he frowned, “come on, angel. remember what we’ve talked about? need you to tell me what you need, or else i can’t make it better,” it took convincing, but slowly you nodded, biting the inside of your cheek, “just, maybe could you not spend so much time with her? or maybe could you bring me too, sometimes? just get worried, and i know it’s just tennis, but still,”

“see, that’s all you had to do, honey,” he crawled into his single bed beside you, pulling you to his chest, “of course you can come. i just didn’t want to ask because i thought you’d be bored. but you can bring your books, yeah? sit n watch me play while you read?” “yes please,” you sniffled, “sorry i’m so much,” “you’re not, baby,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “just perfect,”

when you calmed down, he pulled you into his lap, kissing you slow and steady for what felt like hours. you were always distracted like this, too caught up in the feeling of his lips to worry about anything else. he pulled away, grinning when you whined in protest, “tell me what you want, baby, like we talked about,” you buried your face in his shoulder, shaking your head, and he ran his fingers through your hair gently, “come on, angel, tell me,” finally, after all his coaxing, you worked up the nerve. “want you to fuck me,” you mumbled into his neck, “please?”

“see, there you go,” he hummed, “i’ll always give you what you want, long as you ask,” he took his time with you, knowing you were still on edge, fucking you slow n gentle, one hand holding yours and the other in your hair, rubbing at your scalp soothingly. when you were finished, he showered with you, running the warm water over your back and pressing kisses to your cheeks until you laughed. “can i stay over?” you asked, all wrapped up in a towel. “of course,” he smiled, kissing your forehead, “see? told you, you don’t have to be scared to ask. not with me, angel,”

[mysticalcrowntyrant]

I know you’ve written a lot for yandere shapeshifter (or I suppose Lior now) lately but if I could request more of him I would be forever grateful 🙏🏻 I love shapeshifters, especially the insecurity most of them have so maybe something with that?

Yandere Shapeshifter x Reader (Part 4)

Lior learns silence.

Not the silence of absence—he has known that too well, too long, hiding in empty spaces and discarded identities. No, this is different. This is presence without performance. This is existing without adjusting. It's the hush of being beside you without reaching for your reflection in himself. Of letting the quiet stretch between you like a thread, not a chasm.

He learns to be still in it.

It’s hard. His body doesn’t understand stillness, not truly. His skin writhes sometimes under your gaze, uncertain if it’s allowed to rest. A mouth might try to open along his ribs. A second heartbeat will pulse briefly in his arm before it remembers it’s not supposed to be there. You always look at him gently when it happens, like you’re not afraid. Like he doesn’t have to smooth those parts away to deserve your nearness.

One morning, you find him in the kitchen, trying to make eggs. He has arms now—two of them, the way he’s learned is “normal”—and fingers that shake when they grip the spatula. He burns them. Twice. The second time, he almost lets go of the form entirely, almost collapses into the safer fluidity of someone more graceful, more competent.

But then you’re there, behind him, murmuring, “It’s okay. It’s okay. Try again.”

So he does.

The eggs are terrible. You eat them anyway. You tell him it’s the best breakfast you’ve ever had.

He doesn’t understand why that makes him want to cry.

Later that week, he dreams.

He doesn’t usually. Shapeshifters don’t dream the way people do—there’s no consistent self to anchor memory, no firm border between past and present. But this dream is different. In it, he is formless, endless, caught in the tide of every life he’s ever worn. He sees flashes of faces like breaking waves. A man with salt-and-pepper hair weeping on a train platform. A woman whose laugh was a lie. A child whose shape he wore for two days just to feel loved.

And then, you.

Steady. Blurred at the edges, as dreams tend to be—but real. Constant. You reach through the shifting, through the noise, and you say his name.

Not Remnant.

Not any of the masks.

Lior.

The dream quiets around it. The name. The sound of you saying it.

When he wakes, he’s crying.

He doesn’t try to hide it.

One evening, rain lashes the windows and the power flickers out. You find him on the living room floor, candles lit around him, casting soft shadows across the walls. He’s sitting cross-legged, his form barely shifting now. You notice the small changes—he’s held this shape longer than any before. Long enough for it to feel familiar. Long enough that you’ve memorized the curves of his jaw, the subtle shimmer in his skin when he’s nervous.

You sit across from him.

He looks up. “Do you want to know what I used to be?”

You nod. “Only if you want to tell me.”

He closes his eyes. When he speaks, the words are slow, like they’ve been waiting in him for lifetimes.

“I was born in a place without language. Without time. Just… instinct. Hunger. I learned shape from others. I learned love by pretending. I wore it like clothing, but it never warmed me. I think I thought if I mimicked it enough, I’d eventually feel it.”

He opens his eyes, meets yours.

“But I didn’t. Not until you.”

You don’t speak. You don’t have to.

He reaches for your hand—not perfect, still wrong around the edges—but it’s real. His real.

“You taught me something,” he says.

“What’s that?”

He tilts his head. The candlelight catches in his many-layered eyes. “That love isn’t something you earn by becoming someone else. It’s something that sees you… and stays anyway.”

Your throat tightens. “I think you taught me that, too.”

Outside, the rain slows.

Inside, Lior leans closer, forehead resting gently against yours. He is trembling, not from fear, but from feeling. From the weight of being known.

Masterlist

[orellazalonia]

A Little Mess Won’t Hurt

Pairing: Stucky x little!reader [Disclaimer: Age Regression!]

Summary: Despite your love for the arts, you’ve always been hesitant to use your paint kits, watercolors, or anything that could make a mess. Your caregivers notice and help you try finger painting for the first time.

Word Count: 1.9k+

A/N: This is purely a self-indulgent kind of fic. More on the fluffier side, hopefully.

Main Masterlist

You sit quietly on the couch, legs crossed beneath you, as you watch Steve work on his sketchbook. The pencil moves fluidly across the page, creating beautiful shapes, faces, and scenes. You’re mesmerized by how easily his hand moves, as if the paper were an extension of himself. His concentration makes him look so calm, so relaxed, and you wish you could do that too. Create something beautiful.

You reach over and grab your coloring book, your favorite one with intricate patterns of flowers and animals, and open it to the next unfinished page. You’ve always loved coloring, the neat lines and precise strokes, careful to stay inside the borders. But when you think about what Steve is doing and what Bucky sometimes does when he’s working with paints and clay, it makes your chest feel tight. You’ve never touched the paint kits or watercolor sets that Steve bought for you. It always feels like a line you’re afraid to cross.

Your fingers itch to try it. You know it’s fun. You’ve seen Bucky with his hands covered in clay and Steve covered in paint, laughing and smiling, their faces bright with joy. But the mess… the mess always brings memories you don’t like. The sharp words. The scolding. The fear of ruining something precious.

"Hey, kiddo, you done with your drawing?" Steve’s voice cuts through your thoughts. You blink, looking up at him. He’s watching you with soft eyes, a half-smile on his face. "You’re awfully quiet today."

You fidget with your coloring book, picking at the edges. "I’m just… coloring," You mumble, offering him a small smile.

Steve notices the way your gaze flicks back to his sketchbook, your eyes lingering on his pencil as it moves. He sets his book aside gently and leans closer, his voice tender but curious.

"You know," He starts, "I’ve got a new sketchbook in the other room. But it’s not the only way to make art."

Your heart skips a beat. You’ve heard them talk about painting before. About how messy it gets and how much fun it is. They thought you would like it. Bucky has even shown you his pottery and tried to convince you to join him in the studio once, but you always hesitated. The idea of making a mess, of getting dirty? It just felt wrong.

"I—" You pause, unsure how to explain. You tug at the hem of your shirt, a nervous habit. "I like… watching. But I don’t know if I could… do it."

Steve’s eyes soften as he tilts his head. "Do what, sweetheart?"

"Make a mess," You murmur, almost embarrassed.

The room falls into a quiet moment, Steve’s gaze turning understanding. He’s seen the way you’ve avoided the paints, the watercolors, the clay. He knows how much you love the idea of creating, anything to do with art. He can see it in your eyes every time you sit with your coloring book, every time you watch him draw. But he also knows there’s something holding you back. Something deeply rooted.

"You don’t have to be afraid of making a mess with us," Steve says gently. "You’re safe here. We’re not going to scold you for it. You don’t have to be perfect."

You glance up at him, your cheeks flushing. The words feel foreign, like they shouldn’t be said to you. But… they are. And the warmth in Steve’s voice makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, you could try.

"You sure?" You whisper.

Bucky, who has been quietly listening from the armchair, smiles softly and walks over to where you’re sitting. He crouches down to your level, his expression warm and inviting.

"I’ll even help you clean up after," He promises. "We can have a little messy play time, just the three of us. No judgment, no worries. Just fun."

Your heart flutters in your chest. The idea of it sounds fun. So much fun, in fact, that you can feel your fingers twitch with excitement. But the fear still clings to you. You don’t want to disappoint them too. You don’t want to make a mess at all.

Steve catches the look in your eyes and gives you a soft smile. "It’s okay if you don’t want to yet," He reassures calmly, "But I think you’ll enjoy it. Sometimes, making a little mess is how we make the best memories."

Bucky holds out his hand, "What do you say, kiddo? Wanna try it with us? You can start small. Just dip your fingers in a little bit of paint. We’ll take it slow."

You hesitate. Your fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt as you think, battling with the urge to try something new and the fear of failure. But then Steve places a gentle hand on your shoulder, the warmth of his touch calming you. "No pressure. If you don’t like it, we can always stop. But if you want to, we can make something really special."

You glance at Bucky, who’s still waiting patiently. He doesn’t look rushed or frustrated. He’s simply… waiting for you to decide. To trust them and that’s the push you need.

Taking a deep breath, you nod, just a little.

"I’ll try," Your voice barely audible.

Bucky’s smile grows, and he gently takes your hand, as he brings you to the dining table. Steve grabs some of the finger painting supplies and sets them down near you. The tray of paints now sits before you with a blank sheet of paper. The colors are so bright, so inviting, and for the first time, you feel a small wave of excitement wash over you. You slowly reach over, still hesitant but brave. Bucky’s voice remains light and reassuring.

"That’s it. Now, just a little dab," He encourages.

You dip your fingers into the paint, the cool sensation making your breath catch in your throat. And then, with a deep breath, you press your fingers to the paper.

It’s messy. It’s a little wild. But it’s also… freeing.

Steve watches you with pride, his gaze soft as you begin to explore the colors with more confidence. Bucky’s chuckles ring in the air as he joins you on another page, painting alongside you. The mess doesn’t seem so bad now. In fact, it’s kind of fun. And with Steve and Bucky by your side, it’s safe. There’s no judgment, no scolding. Just a loving space where you can make something beautiful, even if it’s a little messy.

The paint feels warmer now, smoother against your fingertips as you move your hand across the page. You make a bold swirl of yellow and green, your face lighting up with a quiet smile as you experiment with the colors. It’s not perfect, but that’s the best part. The colors bleed into one another in playful patterns, as if the paper itself is dancing with you.

Bucky glances, grinning as you explore. "That’s it, kiddo. Let it flow," He says, his voice filled with encouragement. He’s got a bit of red paint smeared on his cheek from his own work, but he doesn’t mind. "No rules. Just fun."

You glance at him, then at Steve, who’s already made a few broad strokes on his paper with a brush. The whole room feels lighter, almost fizzing with energy as the three of you work in a little creative chaos together.

Steve watches you with a fond smile, leaning in to dip his own brush into a deep purple. "There you go," He adds. "Look at that swirl. Looks like a rainbow already."

You tilt your head and glance at your page, and sure enough, the yellow and green you've painted already do look like the beginnings of a rainbow, the colors blending like the hues of a sunset.

The idea of a perfect painting slowly fades from your mind, and you start adding more colors, simply having fun with it. Maybe blue here, a touch of red there. Bucky and Steve occasionally encourage you, their voices soft but full of praise. The weight of your old anxieties begins to melt away. They never push you to do anything more than you’re ready for, and you find yourself taking more risks, adding blobs of color that you wouldn’t have dared to make a few minutes ago.

The first few smudges on your fingers did feel odd at first, but then you realize they aren’t that bad. You laugh when a bit of orange accidentally splatters onto the side of your cheek. Bucky chuckles too, and reaches over with a napkin to wipe it away. "Guess you’re really getting into it now."

You can’t help but laugh back, the sound light and airy, filling the room with the pure joy of finally letting go.

It’s so much fun—more than you thought it could be. You notice that the fear you had about messing up seems so small now. There’s a comforting warmth in knowing that Steve and Bucky are right there with you, sharing in the mess, the fun, and the art. No one’s looking to judge or critique, just to enjoy the moment together.

The hours pass quickly, the three of you laughing and creating. Before you know it, your page is a beautiful, colorful mess. It’s nothing like the neat, careful drawings you used to make. Instead, it’s a chaotic explosion of colors, shapes, and patterns that make your heart flutter. You didn’t have to hold back. You didn’t have to be perfect. And that’s exactly what made it perfect.

"Look at you," Steve’s voice is full of pride as he leans in to admire your work. "I think we’ve got ourselves an artist in the making."

Bucky grins, nudging you lightly with his shoulder; his tone full of love and approval. "You’ve got a real eye for this, you know."

You smile, a warm, contented feeling filling your chest. Your hands are a little sticky with paint, and your shirt has a few splatters too, but you don’t mind. You look over at Bucky and Steve, seeing their faces beaming with pride. You realize that it wasn’t just about making art. It was about trusting them enough to let go, to not be afraid of what could happen if things got messy.

As you finish the last few touches on your page, you feel a sense of accomplishment. Your masterpiece isn’t about following the rules or being perfect. It’s a reflection of you: creative, brave, and free.

Steve and Bucky glance over at each other and share a look, one of shared pride and understanding. They’re proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone, for trusting them, and for making something beautiful in the process.

When the paintings are finally dry, Steve gathers them up carefully. "We’ll hang these on the fridge," He smiles when your face lights up. "We’ll put yours right at the top, where everyone can see."

Bucky nods, pulling you into a soft, affectionate hug. "You did so good, sweetheart. You made a mess, and you made art. That’s what it’s all about."

You snuggle into his arms, still grinning from ear to ear. It feels good. It feels right.

And for the first time, you don’t worry about what happens if things get a little messy. Because, in this moment, you realize that a little mess is part of the magic. Part of the fun. And no matter what mess happens, you’re safe enough to make it with the people who love you.

[yourbasicqueerie]

The Audition (Lydia Lebasi x reader)

۶ৎ Summary:

Everyone in the industry whispered about Lydia Lebasi. The woman who could make a name sing or disappear with a single phone call. She'd managed Oscar winners, ruined A-listers, turned ingénues into icons — and then discarded them just as easily. They called her "The Architect" behind closed doors. The Devil in designer heels.

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You're an aspiring actress looking for a manager, what happens when that person is Lydia?

۶ৎ Author’s Notes:

So.....guess who wrote Lydia smut y'all???? Anywho, this took literally forever to write, so i hope it's good enough! I made this for the lovely @jubshead who was also my beta for this! Thank you for all that read through this and urged me to keep going! Also I'm thinking about maybe making this a multi-chapter, so give me ur thoughts regarding that! If you want to listen to music during this I made a Lydia playlist u can find here!!!

۶ৎ Warnings: Manipulative relashionship, Dubious Consent, Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Porn With Plot, overall just a loooot of sex and dubious relashionships, reader recieving.

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The office was colder than it had any right to be.

Long shadows stretched from bronze light fixtures, their antique glow barely enough to illuminate the slick marble floor beneath your heels. The walls were an austere gray-blue, hung with black-and-white photographs of faces — some famous, some forgotten. All haunting. All beautiful. Everything felt curated. From the art deco chairs that were too uncomfortable to sit in for long, to the scent in the air: citrus, with a chemical undercurrent. Expensive. Clinical. Predatory. It’s like the waiting room was designed to intimidate. 

And it worked.

You sat alone in the waiting area, spine rigid, hands pressed together in your lap. The silence wasn’t peaceful. It was surgical. 

Everyone in the industry whispered about Lydia Lebasi. The woman who could make a name sing or disappear with a single phone call. She’d managed Oscar winners, ruined A-listers, turned ingénues into icons — and then discarded them just as easily. They called her “The Architect” behind closed doors. The Devil in designer heels.

The door opened.

Lydia Lebasi stepped into view like a blade sliding over silk.

She was tall, taller than you'd expected, with an elegance that bordered on cruelty. Her black tailored suit jacket hugged her waist like a whisper, the satin lapels gleaming under the soft light. A sheer midnight blouse peeked through the jacket, the top button carelessly undone. Her black slacks flowed like a countdown into razor-sharp lines over the stilettos that clicked softly as she moved.

Her skin was porcelain-smooth, her cheekbones sharp as truths. Lips: full, berry-red, and unsmiling. Her hair, a dark brown sleek bob, was tucked neatly behind one ear. And her eyes raked over your nervous figure, cold, deliberate, hungry.

She didn’t smile. She didn’t need to.

“You,” she said, voice smooth as velvet and twice as dangerous. “Come.”

Her feet moved before your brain caught up.

The office was darker than you anticipated. The blinds were drawn, the walls a deep emerald green. One massive, black mahogany desk sat centered before a velvet chaise. The desk looked unused, more ornament than functional. Lydia belonged behind it, in control of it.

She didn’t offer a handshake. Just moved to lean against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, gaze sharp.

“You’ve been trying to meet with me for… what, six months?”

“Yes,” you mumbled quickly, intimidated by the manager’s presence.

“You’re persistent.” Lydia tilted her head, studying you like how a collector studied a rare, possibly damaged artifact. “Pretty. Young. Nervous.” she enunciated each syllable slowly, tasting the words in her mouth.

“I- ” your voice caught. “I’m serious, I’ve worked hard, I have range and I’m not afraid to- “

“Stop,” Lydia said, and you did.

She stepped closer in one long stride. The scent of her perfume filled the air between you and her — expensive, smoky, and strange, like vanilla scorched on coals. Her gaze dropped, slowly sweeping over your uncomfortable yet professional shoes up to your gulping throat and lingering at your mouth.

A breath too long.

A beat too deliberate.

Lydia smirked.

“I can see the eagerness in you,” she said softly. “But there’s something else.” Her finger lifted — featherlight, tracing just beneath your jawline. “Fear.”

“I’m not afraid,” you lied.

“Oh, darling.” Lydia’s voice dropped. “You are. And it’s exquisite.”

She stepped behind you — a slow circle — her voice near your ear now. 

“You’re wondering if I’ll sign you. If you’re good enough. But what you should be wondering is… why I haven’t already said yes.”

She turned to face you, stopping only inches away.

“You think it’s about talent?” Lydia asked, amused. “No. It’s about devotion. Sacrifice. Chemistry.” She glanced down at your figure again, this time openly. “It’s about whether you’re interesting enough to keep me entertained.”

You swallowed hard. Your whole body felt like glass just about to shatter.

Lydia’s eyes narrowed, then darkened.

“Take off your coat.”

You hesitated.

“I said,” Lydia demanded, “take it off.”

You did as she said, awkwardly, hands trembling.

Lydia’s gaze swept you once more. Slower. More deliberate. She stepped closer, the air electric between you both.

Then, without warning, Lydia separated herself from you and sat down on the velvet chaise — legs crossed, gaze unapologetically possessive.

The silence stretched like a trap being set.

“I’ll do anything to make it in this industry,” you said suddenly, voice barely louder than a breath. “Anything.”

Lydia’s head tilted. Slowly. Eyes gleaming.

“Anything?” she echoed, her voice laced with interest.

You nodded, but it wasn’t confident — it was desperate.

Lydia’s hand extended. A beckoning gesture.

“Come here.”

 You froze.

Lydia turned to you. “Do you want this or not?”

“I- I do,” you said quickly, but your feet didn’t move.

A soft smile tugged at Lydia’s lips. “Then come. Don’t waste my time.”

Slowly, you took a shaky step forward. Then another. Then another one.

 The moment you were close enough Lydia’s hand reached out — not rough, but firm — and took you by the wrist.

“Sit,” she said, patting her thigh. “Right here.”

Your mouth went dry.

“I don’t— I don’t do this,” you stammered, panic threading through your voice. “I came to act, not—”

Lydia’s hand tightened slightly on your wrist. “You came to belong,” she whispered, voice like smoke curling into your ears. “And that’s exactly what I’m offering.”

“I— please, no—” You begged, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“You're trembling,” Lydia cooed, her hand now ghosting the curve of your back. “How precious. Don’t worry, I like it when they tremble the first time.”

You hesitated, then, as if in a trance, slowly sank onto Lydia’s lap.

The air seemed too thin. Your whole body was tense, not leaning forward, barely letting your weight rest on the woman beneath you.

Lydia chuckled. “You’re so stiff.”

Then — her fingers slid up your scarred arms, slowly, stopping just below your shoulders. Lydia’s breath brushed your ear.

“But you smell like hunger,” she whispered.

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[midnighthazee]

Greenridge ABO Series

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I'm a visual person and like to have pictures to help visualize. So this is the back of the GR Pack mansion :)

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of abuse, fear, mentions of bodily fluids, language?, mentions of possible death, mild aggression, anger....

WC: 2876

Chapter 2

“Do you smell that?” a young man asked.

“Smell what, Seungmin? Stop getting distracted. You have five more burpees.” 

“Changbin, I’m serious.”

Changbin sniffed the air. “Is that…blood?”

“I think so...” Seungmin said, following the smell.

They walked for a couple minutes, following their senses until they came across a body - your body.

“Over here.” Seungmin called behind him as he rushed over and knelt down. 

“Oh my god. What happened to her?” Changbin asked, taking in the sight of your battered and bruised body. 

“We should call Felix. I’m afraid to move her.” Seungmin suggested.

“We need Doc Quinn… I don’t know if Felix could handle this.” Changbin said as he attempted to carefully lift an arm.

You didn’t move or make a sound at his touch.

“Is she…alive?” Changbin asked.

Seungmin gave him a nervous look before reaching two fingers towards your neck. He pressed against your pulse point and waited a few seconds.

“There’s a heartbeat. And she’s breathing.” Seungmin said with a smile.

“Well that’s a relief.” Changbin let out the breath he had been holding. “We need to get her to the house. Chan can tell us what to do.”

They carefully rolled you onto your back before Changbin lifted you into his arms. He froze, looking down at you as he caught a faint whiff of your scent.

“What? What’s wrong?” Seungmin asked.

“She’s, uh…” Changbin cleared his throat. “She’s an omega.”

Seungmin’s eyes grew wide as he looked at your face. He caught the faint scent too and exchanged glances with Changbin. They definitely needed to bring you to Chan. Chan was their alpha - Alpha to the Greenridge Pack.

The Greenridge Pack was one of the few packs neighboring the Nyko pack. And thanks to a longstanding agreement between the two, the Greenridge pack was safe from being overthrown by Nyko. 

The boys jogged home, hurrying to get you to the house to be examined. Seungmin had sent a text to the pack doctor that they had an emergency. She replied that she was on her way. He sent another one to Felix too but no response.

Changbin brought you in through the basement doors, leading you into the med room off to the side. Seungmin rushed upstairs to get Felix and Chan to come downstairs.

“Felix. I was texting you. Come here.” Seungmin said breathlessly.

“My bad. I’ve been gaming. Just let me finish this round. I’m about to top my high score.” Felix said.

“No now. It’s an emergency. Get to the med room.” Seungmin said, leaving Felix’s room and heading down to Chan’s office.

“Chan, you should come to the med room. We found a girl near the border. She’s in bad shape. I called Doc Quinn but you should come see.”

Chan got up quickly, ready to follow Seungmin downstairs.

“You should know…” Seungmin whispered to him, stopping him before they exited the room. “She’s an omega.”

Chan stared at him with wide eyes before rushing down to the basement. Felix was there already, looking you over and taking your vitals.

“I don’t even know where to start. We need Doc Quinn.” Felix said, shaking his head at your condition.

“I already contacted her. She’s on her way.” Seungmin informed.

Chan came over to you slowly as Felix twisted your arm to get a closer look. He noticed something and grabbed a pair of tweezers. He began removing it, causing you to groan. He successfully pulled it out of your skin and dropped it into his palm. He hissed, shaking his hand and dropping it on the floor.

“Silver. Seems like someone shot her with silver pellets.” Felix spoke, looking wide-eyed at Chan.

Chan’s jaw clenched, looking over your condition. There were several spots littering your body…enough to kill you.

“We need to remove them all.” Changbin said, stepping forward.

“No one touches her.” Chan growls, causing everyone to tense. “We wait for Doctor Quinn.”

“Chan, at least let me start taking the pellets out.” Felix quietly pleaded.

Chan just nodded to him.

Felix moved to your arm to remove the next pellet. He managed to carefully remove five before Doctor Quinn finally arrived.

“My…who do we have here?” She asked, taking in the girl on the table.

“We found her unconscious.” Chan stated. “Seems she was hunted with silver bullets.”

“Weird. There’s no hunters around here.” Doctor Quinn furrowed her brows. She listened to your breathing and heart as Felix removed another pellet.

“How many pellets have you removed?” she asked.

“Only seven. There’s still so many left.” Felix looked pitifully at your body.

“Her heart rate is low. Her breathing also doesn’t sound right.” Doctor Quinn informed the room.

She moved to flash light in your eyes and check your pupillary response. After one eye, you groaned, growing conscious. Everyone in the room tensed as you opened your eyes. You didn’t recognize the room and it was bright. You winced, moving to sit up.

“Careful. We still-.” Quinn began to say.

The sound of her voice startled you. You then noticed her and four others in the room. Panic set in, making you jump from the bed. Your legs gave out beneath you, making you fall to the cold tiled floor. Quinn tried to approach you but you growled, crawling back in fear of the strangers.

“It’s okay. We don’t want to hurt you.” she spoke warmly.

You kept your head low, avoiding looking at either of them. Your whole body shook and you weren’t sure if it was because it was cold or if you were that scared. Your forehead was also sweating and your skin felt clammy. Even your stomach churned and before you knew it, you threw up. It wasn’t much but you definitely didn’t feel right. 

“Is that…?” one of the boys began to ask.

“Oh dear. That’s not good.” Quinn said, trying to approach again.

You flinched, growling as you looked away and attempted to kick her in defense. It was a lame attempt but you barely had the strength. You decided on trying to crawl away from them.

“We won’t hurt you. We just wanna help.” Felix tried to say.

You didn’t listen, the pounding of your heart clouded your ears as you looked for a way out. Unfortunately, they were blocking the only exit.

Chan moved closer, emitting calming pheromones in efforts to relax you. It made the boys feel a bit better, but did nothing to calm you even though you could smell it. The boys could tell it wasn’t working and looked at Chan with worried expressions. Chan moved closer and you growled once more. You realized what a grave mistake you just made as you caught a whiff of his scent - he was the alpha.

“Chan… careful.” Felix cautioned.

Chan? No…. Please don’t let this be Alpha Chan. You thought.

You had heard his name a few times and none of it was good. You moved away from him but he was quick to approach you. You kicked frantically, but he grabbed one of your legs as you tried to crawl away. You let out a yelp but didn’t dare to look at his face as you tried to fight him off.

After lots of squirming, he had you pinned down on your stomach. Squirming and whining, you felt tears on your cheeks. There was a pinch in your arm before you felt yourself slipping into the darkness once more. You tried to fight the sleep trying to overtake you, but it was no use.

“Well she didn’t go down easy…” Seungmin noted.

Chan glared at him. “Go get the mop and clean this up.”

Seungmin’s shoulders dropped as he left reluctantly.

Changbin and Chan lifted her back onto the hospital bed in the center of the room. Doctor Quinn looked at the few pellets Felix pulled out of her.

“Did you touch these at all with your hands?” Quinn asked quickly.

“No…they’re silver. I was careful” Felix said, coming back around to grab the tweezers he was using.

“Not all of them.” Quinn picked up a blue one and studied it. “I think these have cobalt.”

The guys’ heads snapped towards her.

“That’s why she’s vomiting blood. We need to get all these pellets removed as soon as possible. We don’t know how much cobalt is in her system right now. We don’t have a lot of time.” Quinn told them, moving over to the medicine cabinet and pulling out a vile. She measured out some of the medicine and injected it into your IV felix set up.

Felix began removing the pellets with the help of Doctor Quinn. It took about thirty minutes, but they managed to remove them all. Chan had paced the room as they did so. There wasn’t much Changbin could do now, so Chan said he should go rest. He figured he would try since it was so late, but he found himself worrying over you.

Seungmin had come back and cleaned up the vomit before heading upstairs himself to shower and sleep as well. He knew there wasn’t much he could do to help right now either, so he opted for staying out of the way.

“Four cobalt pellets. I’m not sure how much was in them but my guess is a low dose. We took out a total of forty silver pellets on top of those.” Quinn informed Chan. “Whoever did this wanted her to suffer as they killed her.”

Chan shook his head, fists balled in anger at his sides and jaw clenched. He wanted to rip off the head of whoever did this to her.

“I’ll keep you updated, Alpha. Try to go get some rest.” Quinn spoke, resting a hand on Chan’s shoulder as she saw his anger building.

Chan looked once more at you before reluctantly leaving the room in a huff. Quinn listened again to your heart and breathing.

“Who would do something like this?” Felix mumbled.

“Someone evil. I fear that because there’s no hunters around here, someone of our kind did this.” Quinn pursed her lips. “Help me get her into the bath. I wanna clean her up.”

“Yeah, sure.” Felix shook his head as he looked at you. He grazed your cheek with his fingertips ever so softly.

They moved you to the bath and Quinn bathed you. Felix gave you your privacy and went to change the bedding on the hospital bed. He found a blanket somewhere and put that on there too before slipping some pajamas to Quinn to dress you in.

Quinn bathed you, gingerly wiping your wounds. She even drained the dirty water and filled it up once more before continuing. She took care in washing your hair, conditioning it too. After finishing your bath, she detangle and styled your hair into two french braids. Then she dried you off, inspecting your skin and injuries as she dressed you. Felix helped bring you back into the room and they put you to bed, covering you with a blanket and placing the IV back into your arm.

Again, Quinn checked your vitals, content with the results this time.

“Medicine’s working already.” Felix said with a smile.

“Yes. I’m going to update Chan before heading home. She’s sedated for now, but should wake in a few hours. Give her some food when she does. I’ll come back tomorrow to check on her again. Maybe then she won’t be so hostile.” Quinn smiled at Felix before heading upstairs.

“I was just heading back down.” Chan said, running into Quinn in the living room.

“I just wanted to update you before I leave.” Quinn ushered him outside to talk.

On the front porch, out of ear shot from the others who were possibly awake, Quinn updated him on your status.

“I’m guessing you already know she’s an Omega.” Quinn began.

“The scent was faint but I made it out.” Chan nodded.

“Well based on her condition, my guess is that she’s been severely abused. She’s malnourished, and I don’t think the dirt and injuries on her were just from being outside tonight. Looking at her skin, she had old and new bruises. There’s scratches and scars as well. That poor girl has been through Hell.” Quinn shook her head. “I don’t know who did this… but it's a miracle she got out. It’s not going to be easy to gain her trust, but I believe you can.”

“I hope so…I can feel the bond already I think…well I know…she’s my soulmate.” Chan spoke in a low voice.

“I figured…based on the way you eyed her the whole time we tended to her.” Quinn chuckled, nudging him with her elbow.

Chan smiled, ears turning red.

“If that’s the case, then she’s meant to be here. So be patient with her. In the meantime, we need to get her fed. I gave her an IV drip since she was so dehydrated. And the sedative should wear off in a few hours. So when she wakes, try to get her to eat. And have her take it easy, okay? She’s still healing. Don’t let her get too stressed out.”

“I will take care of her and make sure everyone will be on their best behavior.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow to check in.” 

They both stood, Quinn walking to her car. She opened the door, but stopped.

“Chan… you should know…” Quinn gave him a sympathetic look.

“What?”

“She’s been marked. Whoever it was, clearly isn’t her mate but did it anyway.”

Chan was seething to say the least. He was so furious he couldn’t see straight. He closed his eyes as he clenched his jaw. First they abuse her, then they mark her? Taking deep breaths he tried to center himself.

“Chan…she’s yours. When the time is right, you can fix this.” 

“You and I both know it’s a risk.”

“But not impossible.” Quinn raised her eyebrows before getting in her car and heading home.

Chan made his way back into the house. He wanted to see you. And now he would be able to truly see and smell you since Quinn cleaned you up. Felix was sitting on the couch, eating a sandwich, when he came in.

“Oh Chan…. Wait till you see her. She’s so pretty.” Felix beamed. “Like the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. She takes my breath away.”

Chan smiled at Felix but headed downstairs without a word. Felix was quick to follow, eager to see his reaction. Chan walked into the med room quietly and it felt like the air had been sucked from the room. Felix was right. You were gorgeous. A girl straight out of a fairy tale, you have the beauty of a princess. Your smooth skin, soft braided hair, and gentle features made him want to drop to his knees and sing praises to the heavens.

He made his way over to you, feeling the pull of his soulmate. He took his fingers and lightly stroked your cheek and down your arm. You were frail and in desperate need of a meal. But despite all the bruising and scars, he found you absolutely stunning. And your smell…it was like home. The salty air of the ocean, and the sweet smell of strawberries filled his nose.

Chan looked across your body to Felix and noticed the way he looked at you. He was staring at you in awe as well.

“She’s your soulmate….isn’t she?” Chan asked.

Felix looked up at him confused before nodding. “I- I can feel it.”

“She’s mine too.” Chan smiled sheepishly.

“We are… both her soulmates?”

“Seems like it.” Chan shrugged, holding your hand. “You should get some rest.”

“I’m not tired.”

“Neither am I. But you did amazing work today helping Doc Quinn. And tomorrow is going to be hectic with everyone. She’s going to need lots of patience from us. For her to learn to trust us after what she’s been through is going to be tough.”

“Yeah….” Felix conceded. “I’ll rest…but only if you rest too.”

“Fine. We will both rest. The sun will be up in a couple hours.” Chan gave you one last look over before heading upstairs. 

Felix headed upstairs and took a quick shower. Then he remembered that someone should be down there in case you wake up. So he put his pjs on and grabbed a pillow and blanket, heading down to sleep on the couch in the basement living area. 

The living area was just outside the med room. The other side of it had a bar, and then behind the bar was a full bedroom and bath, a room with gym equipment, and a storage room.

Upstairs, everybody has their own room. Chan wanted to make sure if they ever got an omega in their pack, they would have their own space too so there’s an extra bedroom. And if a friend needed a place to stay too? Well they could use the basement bedroom.

It didn’t take long for everyone in the house to finally be sleeping. The rest of the pack would be in for quite a surprise in the morning, but for now, they slept peacefully.

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[daycourtofficial]

Everything is Not As it Seems

Summary: You’ve been abducted, and the inner circle have to find you as quickly as possible.

Author’s note: this idea’s been floating around my head all weekend so I needed to get it out. I’m thinking this will be three parts - I already have part two done and some of three ! Also I’m a bit obsessed with the idea of Evil!Eris.

You received a letter three days ago that hasn’t left you alone since. It’s a simple letter, requesting your presence, but it’s signed by a mysterious “hound”.

You’ve mentioned the letter to the Inner Circle, at first they thought it might be someone just messing with you. Telling them that there are things in the letter about you caused some of them to get really nervous.

“What do you mean, specific details?” Rhys asked, as you brought up the letter.

“Little things,” you reply, sitting in the seat next to Rhys, “for instance, it’s addressed to me as ‘Little Fox’. That’s a nickname my brothers gave me because I was born in the autumn court. There’s a line from one of my favorite poems at the bottom. They mention my favorite flowers. It’s small things, but I’m not sure. Things that people could know about me. It’s like they’re luring me in by telling me they know me. I really feel an urge to go to find out who this is.”

“If someone’s stalking you, sweetheart, running into their trap isn’t what you should do,” Cassian says, looking over your shoulder at the letter in your hand.

“I don’t think they’re stalking me - I just think it’s someone that knows me, or at least used to know me,” you say, pausing. “I don’t know how I feel about going. On one hand, why stay anonymous? On the other, what if they have important information? I don’t know what to do.”

Rhys is the only one who looks like he’s actually considering you going to this meeting, everyone else looks apprehensive.

“I think it could be beneficial. Even if they don’t have much to tell us, it could help us determine another ally,” the high lord states.

Azriel is trying to stay calm on the outside, but he is going feral on the inside. Sending you, alone, into most likely enemy hands? He won’t stand for it.

“We’re not risking your life for knowledge on potential allies,” Azriel remarks, looking at you not with possessiveness, but fear. “None of us want anything to happen to you. There’s not much to gain from this, Rhys, but there’s a ton to lose.”

You look at him for a moment, forgetting the point of this meeting, seeing the concern in his eyes as they’re focused on you. You’re about to say it’s a bad idea, not wanting to cause Azriel anymore stress, when Rhysand states, “you’ll go. End of discussion. We’ll have Feyre and Cassian nearby on the lookout for you.”

Seeing Azriel’s distress during the meeting almost made you beg Rhys to reconsider, but the high lord is currently under such a high level of stress, the last thing he needs is you complaining about this meeting.

-

The letter asked for you to come completely alone. Rhys and Feyre stayed out of your mental shields, afraid that whoever it was would be able to sense their interference. The only thing keeping you from completely loneliness were the two shadows wrapped around your ankles underneath your skirt.

Two shadows was decided - if anything were to happen to you, one would report back to Azriel while the other remained with you. It was the only interference from Azriel Rhys would allow. He wanted to be standing nearby, waiting for any sign of distress from you, but Rhys wouldn’t allow it. He was all too aware of the effect you had on his brother, and he was going to keep Azriel in his sight while you went to this meeting.

You were standing in the trees, at the border between winter and autumn, right where the letter asked you to be. The border is a mixture of deep red leaves littering the ground that trail off into about a foot of snow. The cold morning air making your breath visible.

You hear movement, ready to set eyes on whoever sent the mysterious note.

“Hello, Little Fox.”

-

Azriel could not stand still. Rhysand had never seen him so visibly under duress. Azriel, who usually kept stock still and kept a stoic expression. Azriel was pacing and his hair was standing up from how much he was running his hands through it.

“Azriel, she’ll be okay. If anything happens, she can winnow to us, to Cassian, to Feyre. She’ll be okay.”

Cassian was stationed in the winter court, Feyre in the autumn court, both equidistant from you, however too far for them to know what’s happening during your meeting.

“I don’t like this. Something feels incredibly off. An ally sending a letter like that? It feels more like a love letter than some form of allyship. I think you let the high lord position cloud your judgement on this.”

“If it were a love letter, she wouldn’t have entertained it.” The high lord said, looking through the correspondence on his desk. He knows his nonchalance will annoy Azriel, hopefully allowing him some reprieve from the concern he’s feeling for you.

Azriel tuts, “you don’t know that.”

Rhys sighs, “you’re right, if she thought the love letter was from you, she would have gone, no hesitations.”

The high lord smirks, looking at the shadowsinger to gauge his reaction. He stops mid-step, “don’t say things like that if you don’t fully believe them,” then continues his pacing.

“I’ve known her for a long time, Az. In that time, she’s had many suitors come to her. She’ll always go on a first date - she says it’s because “you never know”, or whatever. Since being here and meeting you, I haven’t seen her even glance at another male vying for her attention.”

Azriel stops, looks at Rhys’s face for a long time, trying to decipher any hint of deception. His face was void of it. In fact, he looked honest and almost vulnerable.

Before Azriel could ask more, one of his shadows comes whizzing in at an incredibly fast speed, news of you, circling around Azriel’s ears to tell him what it saw as fast as it can.

“We have to go,” Azriel says, his face darkening with concern and shadows.

-

“Eris Vanserra, as I live and breathe,” you say, a smile gracing your face.

You don’t hate Eris, you actually spent some time with him while growing up. You don’t know if you particularly like Eris, however you’ve always had a soft spot for him due to the cruelties of his father.

“You seem surprised to see me,” he says, a smirk growing across his face, “I’m glad you came.”

“Why in Prythian did you send me a cryptic letter, and not just tell me who was requesting my presence?” You ask.

He steps closer to you and the tree you’re leaning against. “Because I’m sure those dogs would have thrown out any correspondence addressed from me to you.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” you say, letting the dog comment go for now.

“Oh? Then what about all of my previous letters?”

You stop, “previous letters?”

“I’ve been writing to you for months, my dear. I had to figure out new ways to get in contact with you.”

His grin was so feline, your interest in this meeting at an all time high. If Eris wanted an alliance with the night court, why would he go through all of this effort to reach you?

“Well, you have my attention now, Eris, what is it you desire?” You ask.

A wicked grin takes over his face, as he removes his hands from his pocket.

“You,” he says, unfurling his fist to reveal a powdery substance that he blows directly into your face.

You stumble a little and cough, confusion knitting your brows. You start to feel very heavy, and instinctively you reach out to lean against Eris as your balance starts getting more and more unsteady.

Eris is taking a few steps back, making you follow him. What you don’t realize in your confused state is he’s leading you across the border into Autumn, and once you have both feet in Autumn, he allows you to lean against him as he wraps his arms around your waist and winnows you away, except for one tiny little shadow that begins heading toward the Night Court.

-

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Azriel is raving mad, having scoured the border for hours for you. “Where the FUCK did he take her?”

His shadow told him everything, how he incapacitated you, tricked you into willingly coming into his court. The shadows even recognized the faebane he made you inhale, however there was something different about this faebane they couldn’t quite figure out.

Azriel and Rhys scoured the location, with Rhys sending word to Cassian and Feyre to come to the rendezvous point.

“Brother-“ Rhys starts, trying to get Azriel to calm down. His anger was radiating off of him and the entire area was pitch black, with his shadows moving erratically.

“Don’t you dare,” Azriel snarls, “you convinced her to come here! You said “oh it’ll be safe! Cassian and Feyre won’t be too far away!” And now she’s gone! Who knows what he wants with her!”

Feyre and Rhys exchange a glance, clearly speaking to each other internally.

“Shut the fuck up! If you’re going to speak, speak out loud for all to hear!” Azriel barks.

Cassian was seriously concerned for his brother- he had never, ever seen him snap like that at anyone, let alone his high lord and high lady.

Feyre and Rhys were just as startled.

“Azriel, we understand, Feyre was in the spring court-“

“It’s not the same, not even one bit.” He bit back, “Feyre chose to go, she didn’t. Feyre is a High Lady, she isn’t. Feyre has tons of training and is powerful enough to hold her own against high lords, she isn’t. She’s with one of the most powerful non-high lord fae in Prythian. She can’t speak to us telekinetically, she has no mating bond to even tell if she’s alive, it is not the same.”

-

It’s been days since you were taken by Eris. All the inner circle can guess is that you’re somewhere in the Autumn Court. Eris covered his tracks well by having you willingly cross the border. Unless they had proof you were in imminent danger or being held against your will, there wasn’t much they could do, but that didn’t mean they stopped trying.

They even began going through the confiscated correspondence Eris tried to start with you, but it was mostly pleasantries, asking after Lucien, and updates on the lady of the autumn court, who you were quite fond of.

Azriel was looking paler than usual due to the loss of his shadows. They were all in the Autumn court, scouring every inch for you. They do as Azriel tells them to, yes, but he’s noticed how much they seem to like you. Some of them won’t come back to him when called, opting instead to play in your hair or ghost along your hands. He sighs at the memory.

Feyre is trying again to tap into your mind, just like she and Rhys have been trying to do the entire week you’ve been gone. Azriel was losing hope. He’d keep searching, he’d never stop searching, but he was losing hope.

Lost in his spiraling thoughts of a life without you in it, he was jolted from them when he heard Feyre gasp. “She let me in,” is all she says. The room has gone deadly quiet. “I’m not sure she knows I’m here, so I’m trying to keep very still.”

-

When you woke up, you were very confused. You must have fallen asleep at some point, the blankets wrapped around your naked body. The room you’re in is gorgeous, with brown walls, an ornately decorated fireplace, and beautiful artwork covering the walls. The door to your room begins to open and you breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of him.

“Hi sweetheart,” the male tells you, “I brought you coffee.”

The smell of the coffee hits you and you reach your hands out for a desperate taste of it.

“What time is it? How late did I sleep in?” You ask, taking a sip from the coffee cup. The notes of pumpkin melting onto your tongue.

“Mid-morning,” he coos, sitting next to you on the bed.

“And why didn’t you wake me?” You ask.

“I figured you deserved all the rest you could get after last night,” he says, placing a hand on your thigh, “and to have you well-rested for today.” He smirks.

You blush, still not used to this directness from him, “don’t you have work today?”

He sighs, “yes, yes, I just figured I’d bid you good morning before I started my day. Besides, I know you’ll be busy wedding planning all day. Wanted to see my beautiful bride at least once today.”

He kisses your temple, leaving you alone in the room, buzzing just thinking about his inevitable return.

-

Feyre didn’t dare broadcast the image to the Inner Circle. At first out of fear of what she might see - if you were being tortured, she didn’t want them to see that, especially not Azriel.

The contents of what she saw were almost more horrifying.

“Eris is playing tricks on her mind. She, uh, -“ Feyre looks around the room, afraid to tell them what she saw, making eye contact with Azriel, ultimately deciding to say something to get him to leave.

“He’s coercing her into marrying him.”

Everyone sits up straighter and chaos erupts. They all start yelling and bickering, trying to figure out what to do.

Rhys commands everyone’s attention, already having spoken with Feyre about getting Azriel out of the room.

“Azriel, see if you can find out anything about an upcoming autumn court wedding. If Eris and Beron are trying to hide this, it might not be known that it’s for a member of the High Lord’s family.”

Azriel leaves, thankful for something, anything, to keep his mind off of you marrying someone else and thankful for a small lead to finding you.

Once Azriel’s gone, Feyre turns to the group. “It gets worse.” She says, looking at Rhys in nervousness.

“How the Hel can it get any worse? Our friend being forced to marry him? What is worse than that?” Cassian asks, absolutely outraged that he let you go to that meeting.

“Eris has glamoured himself, it’s how he’s convinced her to go along with the marriage.” Feyre speaks softly, looking down at the ground.

The silence hangs in the room for a moment, and just when Feyre thought the silence would settle and stay for a while, Mor speaks up, “and who exactly is he glamoured as?”

Everyone in the room knows the answer, but they wait for Feyre’s confirmation.

“He’s glamoured as Azriel. She thinks she’s safe with Azriel in the Autumn Court and that they’re getting married soon.”

[actuallysaiyan]

Silence Teaches You How(Serial Killer!Kenpachi x Fem!Reader)

warnings(PLEASE READ THESE PROPERLY FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY) : smut, DARK content, YANDERE themes, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, STALKING, MURDER, unprotected sex, CERVIX mention, creampie finish, DUBCON(bordering on NONCON), slapping, biting, blood mentions, VERY VERY VERY DARK CONTENT

word count: 2.7k

pairings: Serial Killer!Kenpachi x Fem!Reader

summary: there's a serial killer on the loose in your town and you are his next victim...or are you the apple of his eye?

a/n: thank you to Vero(@yeowangies) for helping me with this! this might be one of the darkest things I've ever written. dividers by: @/adornedwithlight. Want the full effect? Listen to the Sinister OST, especially BBQ '79 where I got the title from.

He’s been watching you. Every second of every day, he watches you carefully. He’s never seen anyone so full of youth. So vivacious. You practically bounce with every step you take. It’s so perfect, and yet he’d love to fucking tear you apart.

You’re so unaware that he’s there watching you. You don’t notice that someone is always making sure you get home safely. You don’t realize that someone wants to watch you and see what you’ll do.

Then the reports come on the radio, the TV and even on social media. You try to ignore it, but you’d be lying if you said the thought of a serial killer on the loose didn’t make you the least bit nervous. 

You’ve seen the pictures. He looks tall, and definitely more buff than you thought. Something about him is far more menacing than you’ve ever witnessed. Even though his face is covered by a mask, you swear you can see the anger and hatred in his eyes. You can sense it.

First it’s police outside in your neighborhood to keep watch on things during the dark hours of the night. Then it’s the cops in the schools, making sure kids are safe. Then the curfews start.

After that, you become much more aware of your own surroundings. You find yourself jumping at your own shadows much more. You sleep with a baseball bat under your mattress, ready to grab whenever you need it. You were becoming even more afraid than before. 

Who would have thought something like this would happen in your little town? You thought you could live here without having this kind of worry. You had watched the news and heard all the gruesome things they’d even decided to share.

This man was out there. He was ready to kill his next victim. It didn’t seem to matter to him who it was either. It was going to be any one of you. They had a very hard time trying to pinpoint who it was too. He was ruthless, clever and didn’t leave any traces of who he was.

Every night was the same. You’d get home before the curfew. You’d make yourself dinner and then you’d watch the news until it was time to go to bed. And then you’d meticulously check every window and every door.

You’d never let any of them go unchecked. Not before going to bed.

And yet every night, he still found a way inside…

He found that you had neglected to get that lock changed in your old backdoor. It still locked, but it wasn’t a perfect latch. It was an easy way for him to sneak in too. He would just walk up to the door, unlatched it and then he slid inside.

And for the next few nights after he found out that your door was easy to break into, he decided to watch you sleep. You looked like a pretty little angel. How you slept so peacefully despite the concern and worry you held with you all day. Maybe it was from the sleeping pills he was secretly sneaking into your food and drink when you weren’t being as aware as you thought you were.

Some nights, he would just sit next to your sleeping form on the bed. He would play with your hair, loving the smell of your shampoo. Oh you were just so goddamn beautiful. Too beautiful for someone so dark and ugly like him.

The nights became darker as the season was shifting. Despite it being close to Halloween, it seemed like less and less people were excited for a festival that most usually were looking forward to. This serial killer had plagued this small town with terror and fear.

It was around this time that you started receiving mysterious love letters. You slept with one eye open that night, afraid for your life. The letters were short, but you knew they had to be from him. They couldn’t be from anyone else. And he was hiding them in spots in your apartment.

Finally, you decided to go to the police. You filed a report with them, which made you feel a little more at ease. They promised to come patrolling in your neighborhood a little more heavily that night. You felt like a wave of relief washed over you when one of the policemen gave you his personal number to call if anything happened. And they even promised to do a thorough sweep of your home before you even returned.

Though you weren’t completely able to prove that it was in fact the serial killer sending you these love letters, they weren’t going to be taking chances.

So you got home to the police just leaving your home. They assured you that everything would be alright. One of them stayed patrolling the neighborhood.

So you went through your nightly routine as usual. Though you were very jumpy. You were so afraid. Even trying to settle down and eat your meal was too much. You didn’t feel hungry at all. Your skin was crawling at just the idea of that man lurking somewhere in your apartment.

And then it was time for bed. Oh you were dreading it. Just the thought of being alone in your bed made you scared. You tried to calm yourself with a shower and some tea, but your heart was in your throat. Your stomach was in knots.

You laid in bed, looking up at the ceiling. You had a few lights on, but those were proving to make you feel even more anxious. You looked outside your window to make sure that the police would be outside, but you couldn’t see any of their cars. You tried to reason with yourself and tell yourself that they’d be back in the neighborhood soon.

The lights cut out soon after.

You grabbed for your baseball bat, only to find it missing from its original hiding space. You heard heavy footsteps climbing the stairs. You gripped your sheets, wanting to pull them up over your head.

He was coming to you. Finally, he would reveal himself to you. He knew there was nothing you could do to stop him. He would finally have you. You were his everything. He was madly in love with you.

The footsteps stop right outside your door. You look over as fear has you stuck on your bed. You’re without a weapon, without help and the lights are cut. You have no real escape unless you take the window. And even then, you’re about 3 storeys up. You’d be risking your death if you tried that route.

Kenpachi snickers to himself. You were completely at his mercy. He sheathes his blade in the holster, smirking as he slowly opens your bedroom door. You’re gripped with fear, praying to some unknown savior. Nobody could take you away from him now. You were all his and he wouldn’t let anyone take you.

“Hello sweetheart,” he croons as he walks in. He’s close to seven feet tall, and he’s big and buff.

You’re shaking as you look up at him. He looks down at you, a smile on his face. You didn’t think that his smile would captivate you quite like this. He then reaches out to caress your cheek, and you shudder when you feel the warm liquid smearing on your face.

“Sorry about that, beautiful. I didn’t mean to…”

He sighs before he sits down next to you. His weight makes the bed dip down. You try to crawl away from him, but he’s quick to pin you down. His smile is a little wilder now, and yet you are still so intrigued.

“Have you been getting my letters?” He asks, leaning in to kiss you.

It’s a warm kiss. Not cold and deathly, like you had imagined someone like him would kiss. It’s so warm. He tastes like iron and cinnamon…he smells like fire. There’s something so captivating. Your brain is yelling at you to push him off and to try for the window. Your heart says you can’t make it on time.

“Have you?” He growls, pinning you down harder. You yelp in surprise.

“I—I have. please…Please just let me go. I won’t tell anyone you were here.”

He laughs. “It’s too late for that. I know you already went to the police. Are you that afraid of me, angel?”

You want to say something, but all you can do is shake your head ‘no’. He laughs again. It’s sardonic and deep. This is when you know you won’t be getting out of this alive.

His hands are surprisingly gentle as he begins to caress you. He starts with your face, then down your neck. When he feels your pulse, he notices how badly your heart is racing. He loves having this effect on you.

Then he begins to take off your clothes. You’re pleading and crying to him, trying to appeal to some humanity inside of him, if he has any. He begins to mock you, blubbering and whimpering in a very taunting kind of way.

“Don’t worry about it. You know I’ll make you feel good.”

You want to close your eyes and wish this all away. But you know you can’t do it. Nothing good will even come out of that. You grimace as you feel  his calloused hands on your smooth skin. Something about this ignites a fire deep inside of you.

Kenpachi leans in to lick them off your cheeks, moaning as he finally has your flavor on his tongue. He continues to lick your face, then leaning in closer to bite at your neck as he tugs and pinches your swollen nubs.

He smirks when he notices you lightly arching into his touch. Then he kneads your breasts roughly, making you cry out. He tugs at your nipples, loving the way you’re crying for him. The tears in your eyes that slowly roll down your cheeks make him thirst for you.

“G-get off. Please…I’ll give you money. Please, anything but this.” You try to reason with him.

You feel the sting of his hand on your cheek. More tears roll down your face. You can’t stop sniffling now. You know there’s just no escape from him. And yet part of you doesn’t even want to escape from him. You want to lay here and take what he’s got to offer.

“Say that shit to me one more time, and I promise you’ll regret it.”

His warning is enough to have you settle into the plushness of your blankets. He smiles when he notices how docile you’re being. Kenpachi leans in to whisper in your ear, “I really don’t want to get rough with you, doll. Please don’t make me do that again. Please.”

You nod your head, trying to be as calm as possible. Then his hands wander down your body. He pulls off your pajama pants and he smirks when he sees you’re not wearing any underwear. 

“Perfect. Here’s my meal.”

He spreads your thighs, making you shudder. The way he has complete control over your body has that flame inside of you growing. Arousal pools deep inside of you. Your slick begins to dribble out of you. Kenpachi grunts as he gets a whiff of you.

“Heh,” he laughs. “I knew you’d like this.”

And without another warning, he’s devouring you like he hasn’t had a meal in days. Your nectar is the only thing he ever wants to taste again. His hands grip your thighs so hard, you know there are bruises already forming.

You can’t help but gasp and moan as he hits all your sweet spots. You want to reach down to grip onto his hair, but you stay on the bed and you don’t move. Kenpachi makes the most obscene noises as he works you to a very messy, wet orgasm.

Once you ride out your high, he easily maneuvers you onto your hands and knees. He presses your face into the pillows and all you can hear is a zipper being unzipped. You try to turn around to look at him, but your face is pressed deeper into the pillows.

The first couple of thrusts are experimental. You try to hide your whines of pain, but Kenpachi can hear them. What surprises you is when he begins to play with your clit to make you even more aroused. You let out such a cute moan when he finally bottoms out and rubs against your cervix.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re much tighter than I thought.”

And with that, Kenpachi leans over to grab onto the headboard for leverage and he begins pumping into you. His movements are wild and beastlike. He fucks you with reckless abandon, pulling moans and whines from you. You can just barely make out the words he says as he fucks you hard.

“Love this little pussy. It’s all mine. You know it’s mine…”

A cry is ripped from you as you reach your peak violently. Your legs are shaking as you try to stay up. Kenpachi notices how he’s fucked you so hard and you’ve just cum so good that you can’t stay in this position.

With your walls still clenching, he pushes you onto your back. He wraps your legs around his big frame, sliding into you like it’s no big deal. Then he slowly begins rocking his hips, smirking at your reaction. He definitely loves this position much better than the last.

Then he surprises you again. He reaches up to begin cupping your face. He kisses you sloppily; his tongue is violent in your mouth and wrestles with your own tongue harshly. When he pulls away from the kiss, he leans his forehead against yours.

“This world is ugly,” he grunts. “I’m ugly…”

You cry out for him, “N-no…not ugly.”

His heart flutters. “That’s my good girl. You’re my good girl. I need to take you away from all this. This filth isn’t good for my angel.”

He picks up his pace ever so slightly, making sure to rub up against your sweet spot. You cling to him, your nails digging into the meat of his arms. Kenpachi grunts and he laughs softly. More kisses to your lips, then to your neck. You whine when he bites down.

“If I mark you up, then everyone’s going to know you belong to me.” He laughs again. “Then again…nobody but me will ever get to see you again.”

You don’t want to even think too deeply on what he’s saying. You don’t even want to think about how he’s been making you cum so hard. You didn’t even reach for your phone. The cops never even came back. It’s just you and Kenpachi. You realize you don’t even know his name…

Kenpachi nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck as he pounds into you. You smell so good. Like springtime and linens. It’s his favorite scent. You taste so good; your sweat and nectar is his favorite flavor. And he feels his balls drawing up and his body twitching.

“Be good,” he growls. “Cum for me. Milk this cock.”

You want to finally push out of this trance, but it’s too late. His thumb is rubbing your clit roughly, making you tumble off the edge just once more. It’s all too much. You can see stars speckling your vision as you try to hang on. Kenpachi pounds into you so hard, you swear he’s trying to enter your cervix.

With a loud roar, Kenpachi begins spilling his seed deep inside your waiting womb. You’re barely conscious at this point. Kenpachi kisses you so hungrily as he rides out his high. When he stops moving, this is when he realizes you’ve passed out. 

When you wake up, you notice you’re no longer home. You’re sitting on a bed in a dimly lit room. You look at the door, your heart thumping wildly in your chest.

Kenpachi walks in, his mask on his face. You realize that he wasn’t wearing his mask when he broke into your home. Then it all comes back to you. You thrash around on the bed, but Kenpachi is quick to come over to you. He soothes his hand over your face and hair.

“Shh…I’ve taken you away from the filth, angel.”

His words calm you. With tear stained eyes, you look up at him. You know he did exactly that. He is your savior.

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[m6rija]

⟡ ⠀hold me tight⠀⠀⊹⠀⠀ soshiro hoshina & you

gn, flower shop owner reader who deals with depression and anxiety. hurt/comfort, a bit of angst maybe. this is the part 1 of my scaredy cat series.

what you had achieved so far slipped through your fingers like fine sand, swallowed up, swept away by greedy waves of poisonous distress, almost like ivy, choking your laments as they hugged your throat.

the prelude to a chain of events that would almost push you over the edge in front of the person you most admired— you felt so weak and ashamed.

the piece of paper was lying in front of you, sharing a place next to your friend's results.

your expression bordered on sadness even though you had passed just as he had, lips pressed into a thin line

you thought you didn't deserve it

and soshiro looked at you worriedly

he took your hand gently and even dared to intertwine his fingers with yours for brief instants

he ran the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand.

"sorry…"

you mumbled in an almost inaudible whisper.

you knew how hard he had worked to get here, how many sleepless nights had passed in which he had dedicated himself to training

how he woke up almost every day only to pick up the sword

how his hands were calloused, rough to the touch from gripping the weapon so tightly for so long

but you thought you lacked the same spark that he did

and that you were just following him without any purpose beyond accompanying him in his dream.

even if that were so, you would be useless as his companion.

you couldn't protect others, you were incapable of fighting and you felt useless compared to most others.

so why did you decide to accept your friend's proposal to take the exams for the defense forces together?

perhaps it was because of how enthusiastic he seemed to be when he told you about his plan.

how his smile spread across his face and his eyes took on the shape of little crescents

he seemed so cheerful talking to you, convincing you to hold his hand if you became nervous during the exam

your lower lip trembled with insecurity as you realized that you just didn't want to disappoint him

you were afraid to see his dissapointed face

because you wanted to live up to his expectations

however, the silent, disconsolate sob you barely managed to utter was proof enough of how much you demanded of yourself, and how it didn't seem to be nearly enough for you to live up to the man in front of you.

you didn't deserve the results etched in ink that went hand in hand with your name, much less could you allow your racing heartbeat to be the cause of your fractured smile that came before your tears.

because you were happy to have passed, but you could not accept it.

there were people much better suited for this job than you— and you even assured yourself that you would fail the next exam.

so if you were so fervent in your claims, why would you even take that second test?

why put in the effort?

"it would be… better if i supported you from afar."

you managed to feel that hint of sadness through the touch of the dark-haired one, who refused to withdraw his hand from yours

even though you tried to retract yours, trembling.

"i don't think i can do this."

you bit your lower lip with the intention of holding back those tears that threatened to spill from your eyes

"sorry"

your jaw trembled to the rhythm of your hands, voice bathed in obvious fear

your gaze barely lifted at the sound of your friend's voice.

"'tis not a job apt for everyone, so don't beat yerself up over it."

a soft, almost gentle tone adorned those words

and your heart ached in anguish when you didn't find the disappointment you had imagined.

perhaps he was hiding it, so as not to make you uncomfortable.

soshiro was always attentive to you— even his touch on your fearful hands was as soft as feathers

and that made you imagine that he was hiding what he really wanted to tell you.

because you'd heard harsh words throughout your life

just like him

he was as exhausted as you, carrying so much on his shoulders— and yet he had decided to stay by your side, to comfort you when you hit rock bottom and try to ease what you were so worried about.

you felt that all you were doing was occupying him more than he already was, putting more weight on him, even though he repeated several times that this did not bother him at all, that he did it voluntarily.

the wall that divided the two of you was the simple fact that he wanted to begin to fight against what he had been told throughout his life

while you were just sinking, learning to live with it rather than against it.

so you assumed that everyone would treat you the same; and when that didn't happen you simply thought the worst

even if you didn't want to

"ya better support me like you say"

soshiro's finger was pointing at you, and his little fangs showed above his lower lip

you lightly mimicked his smile, aware that he was only acting this way in an attempt to cheer you up

"i wanna see yer pretty face all happy, 'kay?"

[lumikuutti]

Returning to me teenage age roots....Warrior Cats my beloved.... Anyway here you go, enjoy, ISAT party as Warrior Cats, introducing: Leader Cranestar: Previously known as Cranewing, Cranestar was thrown into the mantle of clan leadersip after a long tenure as deputy. She has her paws busy with her duties, and isn't the most approachable at first glance, appearing rather cold and calculated at time. But underneath her quiet and reserved exterior hides a fiercely caring and protective heart. She's not afraid to fight an entire border patrol by herself if it's to keep her clanmates safe, and those who do approach her with their troubles, will find a listening ear and a good advisor... even if that advice is sometimes simply just telling you to seek out Plumneedle or Rockbud instead. Deputy Wishclaw: Wishclaw is the clan's new deputy and Ricepaws mentor. And while they appear confident in their roles, in truth, they're making everything up as go and having at least two internal panic attacks in-between sunrise and sundown. They're honored, truly, that the clan trusts them so much, and desperately want nothing more than to live up to the weight on their shoulders, but it's hard work to do so without slipping up and worrying their clanmates. And on top of it they have Ricepaw's training to worry about, Ricepaw who is so eager to help, but woefully under-equipped to be able to handle themselves all alone yet. In fact, Wishclaw gave their left eye in order to protect Ricepaw from a badger that had taken the patrol by surprise. They would do it again and so much more for any of their clan, you truly cannot find a more loyal cat in the clan.

Medicine Cat Plumneedle: The clan's newly fully fledged medicine cat has some large pawsteps to fill with the clan's previous medicine cat gone, and honestly doesn't think she's nearly up to the task just yet. She hasn't even really learned how she's supposed to read the prophesies Starclan sends her! However, despite her fears, already as a healer she's more than proven herself with how she looked after Wishclaw when they lost their eye. And deep under her soft and nervous exterior hides a sharper side, claws readied should she ever need them. When push comes to shove, the clan can count on her to do her best, and to do it well. Rockbud: The clan's emotional support and the one keeping the clans more nervous power holders from tearing themselves apart. Warrior(s) Rockbud is mostly content to be the clans emotional core, eager to offer a listening ear and a comforting paw on your shoulder, sharing tongues or whatever it takes to make you feel better. Secretly, he's hopelessly smitten for Wishclaw, but he has no idea if the deputy feels the same and is terrified to just confess and find out already. He's also much more intelligent than he let's himself act, wanting to stay sillier and more likeable, rather than facing his own insecurities. Apprentice(s) Ricepaw: The young up and coming apprentice wants to be warrior already so badly they can almost taste it. But their recent encounter with a badger has shown them they aren't quite ready just yet. They have to get much, much stronger so they can protect the clan rather than always being protected! They're glad Wishclaw has healed, but they feel guilty for the price they paid for Ricepaw's safety. Unfortunately they have no idea how they're supposed to bring up this fact when Wishclaw acts like the injury doesn't even matter to them, despite knowing for a fact they're training in private to overcome the loss of half their vision.

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S & K : The Queen's Guards

Sandor Clegane x Fem!Reader x Kylo Ren

Summary: After being named heir to the throne, your father brings you two men to be your guards.

Warning: NSFW, cursing, kissing, we are fucking them ladies, throuple because why not!

A/N: TBH this fanfic was never going to see the light of day because i was so nervous how people would react but I haven't seen a Sandor x Kylo fanfic so fuck it. Here ya'll go, enjoy! -L || Border Credit: @cafekitsune

Word Count: 9.9K

You were grateful that you have been bestowed with two guards to protect you. They were given the order to follow your every move and stay by your side since your father named you heir to the throne. Most were happy that you were heir while others condemned it to be the most horrific thing known. A woman sitting on the throne was a joke for them.

Blessed to have a father like yours, he quieted the people that had doubts and reminded them that his word is law.

At first you dreaded the idea of two unknown men in your company but your father insisted since they were the best. While being introduced to them you will never forget how they stared down at you with their dark eyes. You couldn't help but blush under their gaze. You learned that they were both second born sons and that they didn't have much but they were highly skilled. They were new to the kingdom and looking to offer their service. They had gotten through your father’s difficult test and proven their loyalty to him. They were both granted to protect and serve you.

The first guard was named Sandor Clegane. He was the tallest and the oldest. Your father had mentioned to you about his appearance before arriving. Sandor's right side of his face was burned. You were a bit relieved when you saw him for yourself because your father made it seem like Sandor was a grotesque monster but he wasn't. The unburnt side of Sandor’s face was handsome. He had a thick brow and brown eyes. His hair was long down to his neck, he had parted his hair to the side to mask the burn side of his face. He had facial hair, his beard and mustache were thick and dark.

The second guard was named Kylo Ren. Kylo was tall but fell a few feet shorter than Sandor. Kylo gave you a smile when he first saw you. His plushy lips twisted upward at you. He had long dark locks that went down to his shoulders. His beard and mustache was neatly trimmed then Sandor’s. Beauty marks were splattered on his face and he was leaner than the older guard.

Small talks between your father and you occur as they continue to stare at you.

“I do this for your safety, my dear. One day all of this will be yours and there are people out there that will try to take it away from you.” Your father walked in front of you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“I accept them.” You told him.

Your father stood behind you as Sandor and Kylo kneel in front of you and swore their allegiance, their protection to the heir to the throne. Something melted in your chest at the sight of these men kneeling in front of you. Many had knelt in front of you but these two had sparked something in you.

The first week was the hardest, since they were going to follow you everywhere to get to know your routines. You decided to get to know them more. You found out Kylo was more social than Sandor.

Sandor kept to himself, mostly drinking a cup of wine while Kylo talked about himself. You found out Kylo had a twin brother named Ben. Kylo was the second twin born. You gave your condolences to Kylo when he mentioned that Ben died at war.

Kylo was flirtatious with everyone and he was charming when he wanted. You noticed wandering eyes from the servants looking up and down at him while serving the meals and drinks. Some servants who weren’t afraid of Sandor tried to talk to him but he ignored them or just told them to ‘fuck off.’

It was a month later when you found out more about Sandor's life. Kylo had left to do a task for your father so it was just both of you. You were sitting down on the loveseat in the library while Sandor stood by the entrance. After a few minutes of begging the tall man to sit down with you, he obeyed. Finally able to wear out his cold exterior, Sandor told you about his life and how he got hurt. His older brother had pushed his face against the burning coal of the fire when he was a child. His older brother was still alive and causing havoc far away from here.

Sandor had come to this place for a fresh start in life. Sandor’s body tensed when he felt you grab his hand. He wanted to curse at you for touching him but he couldn't, not when you were looking up at him like that. You looked at him like he was a normal man, you looked at him as you looked at Kylo.

“Thank you for telling me.” You told him as you pulled his hand on to your lap. His breathing came to a halt when you began to play with his fingers. Your thumb glides across his hard knuckles. You couldn’t help but smile when you compare your hands along with his. They were huge, they completely covered yours.

“My father said a good man should have rough hands. It means he’s a hard worker. I know for a fact you are a good and hardworking man.” Sandor was shocked by your compliment. He rarely got compliments back home. This was new for him, he didn’t know how to react. He just kept looking at you as you caressed his hand on your lap.

He finally had the courage to say something when the door of the library opened. He quickly ripped his hand away from your grasp as he stood up from the loveseat. He was about to draw his weapon but stopped when he saw it was Kylo. He ignored your stares as he walked away back to the doors. He couldn’t believe that he had gotten so distracted by you. A simple touch from you and he let his guard down.

Sandor and Kylo took turns when it came guarding you at night. You had told them that it’s outrageous to have someone standing guard at your door during the night but they simply told you that it’s their duty to protect you know matter what time of the day.

It had taken Sandor a week for you to finally convince him to come inside your room and take a seat on a chair so he could rest his legs. He had mentioned to you that he had injured his leg back home. It took a month for Kylo to finally come inside your room during the night and sit on the same chair as Sandor.

Kylo kept quiet while sitting near the fireplace. Kylo had to admit you were the nicest person he’s ever guarded. You always had a pitcher of water and a couple of books in the Latin language for him. He had mentioned to you once that he adores reading in Latin and the very next day you have gotten books for him. One night you couldn’t sleep, you tossed and turned in your bed. It was Kylo’s turn guarding you that night. He had seen that you were unable to sleep and had suggested reading to you in Latin. You knew nothing of the language, but hearing his soft, deep voice relaxed you. After a few minutes of him reading out loud to you, you were fast asleep

What you didn’t know was that as soon as you were asleep. Kylo and Sandor couldn’t help but look at you. They stood by the end of the bed. They envy the sheets and blankets that touched your body. Whenever it was Sandor’s turn he was too frightened to even touch you so he stared. He felt so unworthy to even touch you. He wanted to touch the hand that touched him. You had no problem grabbing onto him whenever he guarded you during the day. You don’t even ask permission to hold his hand or his arm. He felt like he needed permission from the Gods themselves to even touch you.

Kylo looks over at you when he hears soft snoring. He carefully gets up trying not to make a sound as he walks to your bed. He knew it was wrong to touch you while you were sleeping but he couldn’t help it. He enjoys the touch of your hair. It was soft to him, with shaky hands he touches your fingers as well. His lips tremble to kiss them. Kylo admits he’s a sinner, he’s always been one. He was always in the company of women to feel something. To feel whole but it never worked but being in your company was something else. Something pure and something out of love.

As the days became months and the months had become years it was two years since Kylo and Sandor became your guards. They knew their job was going to get harder when your father became ill. He was unfit to be king anymore and because of it, people in the realm started to second guess your father’s decision of choosing you as the heir to the throne.

It had happened so quickly when your father was bedridden when a lord from a house had spoken out.

“Let me remind you of this, Lord Peter of House Mancen.” Sandor watched as you stood up from your seat. He wanted to cut this man's head off for barging in and disrupting the council's meeting.

“Two years ago, the King of this realm had appointed me as the heir of the throne.” Kylo watched as you walked towards the man while you spoke.

“It is my duty, my birthright and my throne. Let this be known and tell anyone who has doubts. I will be queen, I will rule and I will defend my throne from anyone who is stupid enough to try and take it away from me.”

Lord Peter of House Mancen frowned as you walked back to your seat. Sandor and Kylo were quick to move when they saw the man reach for something.

“Stop.” You shouted. Kylo and Sandor froze as well as the Lord.

“This is your last and only warning, Lord Peter of House Mancen. Speak out of turn or betray me, I will end you. I will end your house and I will end your family. I will make your house disappear, I promise you that.”

“Shut the door on your way out.” You said when the Lord didn’t speak. He bowed at you and walked out, shutting the door behind him. The council continued and ended successfully. You didn’t notice how Sandor and Kylo looked proud at you from behind.

The proud look on their faces turned into pity when your father had passed in his sleep two days later. Sandor and Kylo had put their differences aside even though they worked together for two years now, they still had a few issues among themselves. They did it when you became depressed the first few days after your father’s death. Only your ladies-in-waiting entered in and out of your chambers. Sandor and Kylo couldn’t help but feel a bit sad at the fact you didn’t want to see them. They heard your cries and the voices of your ladies-in-waiting consoling you behind your chambers door.

A week after they were allowed to enter your chambers. It was the day of your coronation, they stood in awe as you stood in front of your mirror. You looked over your shoulder at them. You turned to face them and greeted them with a small smile.

“Forgive me, Sandor and Kylo. I haven’t been myself these few days. I was embarrassed of both of you seeing me in such a state.”

Kylo shook his head. “No need to be embarrassed. I..” Kylo stuttered for a moment and quieted down.

“Speak.” You said softly looking at him. Sandor eyed the brunette and knew what he was going to say. They had talked before entering your chambers.

“I know we are your guards but I would like for you to think of us as..” Kylo’s cheek grew red as he couldn’t finish his sentence. He couldn’t help himself. You looked so beautiful in front of them.

“Friends.” Sandor spoke, finishing Kylo’s sentence. Sandor felt the same way. “You can think of us as close friends, perhaps. If you like.”

They watched as your smile grew and walked closer to them. Without a word you grabbed one of their hands and gently gave them a squeeze.

“Yes, I would like that very much.” Looking up at them, you give them a smile. Before any of them can respond, you bring Kylo’s hand up to your lips, pressing a kiss on his knuckles. You did the same with Sandor’s hand.

Kylo and Sandor knew nothing more could happen between you and them. You were to be queen and they were just simply guards. No relationship can come from it but your kiss, a simple gesture made their hearts blossom for you. They were utterly in love with you.

The coronation was beautiful. They stood on either side at the bottom steps of the throne as they watched you walk down the aisle. You wore a white and red dress with a long cape trailing behind you. You walked with poise and your head held high as everyone stood by the sidelines. You were nervous, you were frightened that something would happen. You looked ahead at the two pairs of brown eyes and you felt confident. Kylo had told you that they made sure no one had a weapon with them. Sandor had his own men guarding each entrance of the grand hall.

You felt safe as you sat down on your throne and the crown was placed on your head. The people cheered with glee as you were announced the Queen. Kylo and Sandor walked up the steps and bow, taking their place behind you.

The sight of you sitting down with two large, virile men standing on either side of you looked like a painting. Their eyes were dark and narrowed as they stared at the crowd. Their silver armor they wore was polished, the red cape hung from their broad shoulders was a bright red, the color of the Queen’s guards.

A year has passed and many have come to terms that you were queen. Few had their doubts and it made you angry. You were honorable and merciful. You kept Kylo and Sandor as your personal guards. Since you became queen, they were the only people you trusted with your life. They were your only friends and your only true companion.

Kylo remained coquet. You often listen to your ladies-in-waiting gossiping about seeing Kylo with another lady. Part of you didn’t mind it, he was a guard, a friend nothing more but he would compliment you and make you feel like you were the only woman in the world. He made you blush and feel warm inside.

The feeling was the same with Sandor. You feel his gaze when he guards you. Unlike Kylo, Sandor was quieter and kept to himself. He talked only when spoken to. He tended to keep to himself but whenever bothered he had a vile tongue. Just when you thought you were making progress by breaking down Sandor’s wall to finally make him feel comfortable with you it would blow up in your face. A simple touch, he would draw back. If you got close to him, you saw how his lips were pressed together into a frown. Sandor had his good and bad days and Kylo knew that. He would bother Sandor when he noticed the older guard in a mood just for kicks.

They didn't get along, they were like cats and dogs and while Sandor kept to himself Kylo was more open with everyone. Sandor rolls his eyes every time Kylo would flirt whenever they passed by a woman. Somedays he would yell at Kylo to shut the fuck up. Kylo was too cocky and always had a smirk which Sandor hated.

“Are you done looking at her?” Kylo looked over his shoulder as Sandor stood guard by the door. He rolled his eyes at Sandor and went back to the same position as Sandor. His back to the door.

“Just making sure she’s alright.” Sandor scoffs at Kylo’s words.

“Trying to get a peek more like it, you ass.” Kylo clenched his jaw.

“Like you haven't tried it.” Kylo answered back, making Sandor turn to him with a frown.

“Don't try to deny it. I see how you look at her. You probably think about her whenever you're alone.”

“Fuck you.” Sandor snarled at him as he looked away from Kylo. Embarrassment washed over Sandor, he always made sure Kylo never saw him staring at you.

Kylo let out a chuckle. “It’s like you think you might have a chance with her. We are nobody compared to her.”

“Even if we were somebody, I doubt she will pick yo-” Sandor quickly pushed Kylo against the wall with his arm against Kylo’s throat. Kylo let out a gasp as Sandor pushed his arm harder against his neck. Kylo looked up at the man and Sandor gave him a scowl.

“Do you want to end up like your brother?” Sandor hissed, making Kylo glare at him at the mention of his deceased brother.

“Fuck you.” Kylo said with a hoarse voice. His face was about to turn red but Sandor let him go. Kylo coughed as he held his neck with his hands while looking at Sandor walking back to his post.

“If she had to pick it would be me-”

You were about to thank the seamstress as she took notes of your measures when you heard shouting. You quickly walked out of the room and looked down the hall to see your guards fighting each other. Their swords banged each other as they shouted. You looked between them as Kylo yells at him. Sandor was stronger though and got Kylo to fall on his back but Kylo was quicker and blocked Sandor’s steel that was aiming for his head.

“Enough.” You shouted as you walked towards them. They stopped at the sound of your voice. Their eyes widen at the angry sight of you and knelt down on one knee. You watched as both men looked down at the ground waiting for you.

“What happened?” You questioned them. They both were out of breath as they looked up. They didn't know what to say. Both were ashamed that you had to witness them. They were fighting like children over you.

“Such boys.” You said as you shook your head at them. They quickly rose up when you started to walk away from them.

“No.” You shouted when you looked over your shoulder to see them following you. You pointed a finger at them, “I discharged both of you tonight. I don't need boys to guard me. When you're done acting like one, come to my chambers.”

They watched as you turned around and walked away. Kylo let out a sigh and put his sword back to his scabbard, Sandor let out a tsk and looked away.

Kylo didn't want to end badly with Sandor. Kylo wanted to continue guarding you and servicing you. He wasn't going to let Sandor get in the way of that. Kylo wasn't stupid, he knew the older man had a crush on you. He knew it because he himself had one on you as well.

“I’m sorry.” Kylo said. Sandor remained silent as he looked at Kylo. He didn’t trust Kylo, he was waiting for Kylo to attack again since you were gone but he didn’t.

“Let me buy you a pint as an apology.” Sandor let out a sigh and nodded. He followed Kylo as they walked down the hall. He wasn’t going to say no to free ale.

The tavern outside the castle was filled that night. The serving girl quickly got Kylo and Sandor a table and a pitcher of a dark ale when she saw the sigil of royalty on their armor. Sandor sat across from Kylo as they shared a pitcher of ale.

“Sorry about bringing up your brother.” Sandor said after the first cup of ale. Kylo looked up from his own cup. He was surprised that Sandor spoke to him. He thought the night was going to be quiet.

“It’s fine.” Kylo said. Sandor watched as Kylo looked back down at his cup.

“You miss him?” Kylo nods at Sandor. “He was my best friend. We were twins. The day he died, a piece of me died with him.”

“Do you miss your brother?” Kylo asked. Sandor didn’t answer, he only shook his head no.

“How do you know about him?” Sandor asked as he looked around the tavern.

“I was there that day in the library.” Kylo said shyly, he looked at Sandor who was now glaring at him.

“Motherfuc-.”

“I’m sorry. I was walking in to relieve you when I heard you speaking to her.” Kylo said before Sandor could finish.

“If you tell anyone about this.” Kylo shook his head.

“I won’t but can I just say I do hope your brother dies. I can’t imagine ever hurting my brother like that.” Sandor took a gulp of his drink before answering.

“I hope he dies too.”

“You think he’ll follow you here?” Kylo asked.

“Why you asking so much fucking questions?!” Sandor growled at Kylo. Kylo tossed his hands up showing defeat and sighed.

“Just asking questions. Trying to get to know you better.” Kylo said, making Sandor roll his eyes.

“You talk to fucking much.” Sandor commented.

“Well if we are going to guard the Queen. We might as well try to get along. She was pretty upset when she saw fighting.”

Sandor was about to agree when he saw a young girl walking behind Kylo with a smile. She wore a dress too small that showed her curves and her cleavage was about to spill over the bodice she wore on top of the dress.

“Well, hello there.” The woman said as she placed a hand on Kylo’s shoulder.

“You look pretty lonely here. Want some company?” Sandor looked away as he poured more ale into his cup.

He was shocked when Kylo rejected the woman’s offer and told her he’s busy. Sandor looked at the young woman who had a surprised face, she couldn’t believe that he rejected her.

“She could have made you happy.” Sandor told him as they both looked over at the girl who was making her way towards another table.

“I don’t want her.” Kylo said, grabbing the pitcher from the table.

“The queen then?” Sandor asked.

“Yeah. Just like you, Clegane.” Sandor shook his head about to disagree.

“Fucking hell, I know you do because I heard the maids gossiping about you.” Sandor made a face as Kylo spoke.

“What did they say?”

Kylo grinned. “You haven’t fucked anyone since you started guarding her even before that when you came to the kingdom.”

“That has nothing to do with me wanting her.”

“Sandor! Men fuck. It’s what we do. We kill and we fuck. You want her or you just want cock, do tell me. There’s a stable boy who might be a fit for you.”

“I don’t like cock.” Sandor stated.

“You’re quite popular though. The maids at the castle want to see what you got hiding under that armor .” Sandor shook his head.

“You are popular. Even the Queen looks at you. I catch her plenty of times staring at you, especially when you’re fighting in tournaments. You with that helmet shaped like a wolf.”

“It’s a hound.” Sandor corrected him and continued on. “She watches you as well. When you’re riding or reading that damn book in Latin.”

“Guess she looks at both of us.” Kylo said.

It was about midnight when Kylo and Sandor decided to go back to the castle. Sandor had to admit Kylo was interesting. He wasn’t like anyone he met in King’s Landing. Kylo spoke more about his brother after the fourth pitcher of ale. He told Sandor how his twin brother fell in love with a lady from a house. A girl named Rey and Ben had gone to war for her. Kylo went with Ben since he always follows his brother no matter what. Ben died protecting Kylo during the war. At the end it was for nothing, Rey didn’t mourn for his brother. Not even a single tear was shed for his brother. Kylo told Sandor she got married with some lord the following days. Kylo has been alone since then doing all sorts of jobs to get him by. The ale got to Sandor too, the older man told Kylo about his fights in King’s Landing and how he used to guard a little bitch prince who was the product of incest. He wouldn’t forget the sight of Kylo’s face when he told him that the Queen was fucking her twin brother. They both talked among themselves as they made it to the castle.

“We should apologize.” Kylo said standing outside of your chambers.

“Aye.” Sandor answered before knocking on the door.

They heard you grant permission to enter. Sandor was the first to enter, he felt Kylo walk beside him. Both stood still as they saw you sitting in front of your vanity. You wore your night clothes, a dark red robe over your pink nightgown. You kept staring at yourself at the mirror as you brushed your hair.

“My queen.” Kylo said after clearing his throat. “If this is a bad time, we will come back tomorrow.”

“No.” You said putting the hairbrush down and looking at them through the mirror. You turned around and rose up from your chair.

“You're done being childish?” You asked them.

“Aye, we're sorry, your grace.” Sandor told you as you walked towards them. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Why were you fighting?” You asked them as you looked between them.

When they didn’t respond quick enough you spoke again. “Are you both not happy with me?” Their eyes widened at your words. Guilt filled their hearts at the thought of you thinking they weren’t content with you.

“Haven't I been kind? Not generous enough?” You asked knowing damn well that can’t be the reason. They get paid well for guarding you.

“I let you fuck with whoever you want and not say a word.” You told Kylo who’s face paled.

“Do you know the embarrassment I go through when someone tells me that my guard has been seen half naked coming out of the servants quarters?”

You looked at Sandor. “I kept my promise to you about not speaking about your past. I had lied to my father for you before he passed away. The council will have my head if they found out the reason why you left Westeros. My throne would be in jeopardy for keeping a secret like that.”

Sandor dropped his head. You looked at them both with a pained expression. “The servants have heard and seen your little fight. It spread like wildfire through the castle. They think I'm incapable of handling both of you.”

You walked away from them as you shook your head. “They look for ways to find anything wrong with me so they can take my throne.

“Tell me at once. Why were you both fighting?” You shouted. “If you don't then leave and never come back.”

“We want you.” Sandor's mouth dropped at Kylo’s confession. He looked to the right to see Kylo staring at you.

“What?” You questioned looking at both of them.

“He’s right.” Sandor added, perhaps it was the ale running though his system but he knew they had to tell you the truth. It was the only way for them to continue to stay with you.

“You have me already. I don't understand.” Kylo shook his head at you.

“Not that way, your grace. We want you, all of you. We want to be with you.” Kylo told you.

“More than guards.” Sandor said, walking towards you. Sandor has never felt this way before towards a woman. You gave him sympathy, you treated him as a human something he's never experienced before. In some way it frightens him but if you were to reject him then he would leave, if you command it.

“I want you.” Sandor’s words came out in a whisper when he looked at you.

“Both of you do?”

“Yes.” Kylo answered you, he followed Sandor’s steps towards you.

“It was because of me you were fighting, then.” you walked closer to them. You smell the ale on them, they were awestruck when you grabbed their hands with your own. With Kylo, you grabbed his hand with your left hand and you grabbed Sandor with your right hand.

“Both of you smell like you have drunk the entire tavern. How do I know your words are true?” You asked them.

“The ale is helping with our confidence.” Kylo admits giving your hand a squeeze.

You took a deep breath as you looked at them. “Why do you think I have not accepted any proposal?” You asked them.

Sandor and Kylo looked at each other for a second before looking back at you. This was very true, the years they have been with you. You’ve rejected all the many proposals you received.

“I had hoped that one of you would step forward and claim me as theirs but now I have two.” You dropped their hands softly before backing away. Each of them looked disappointed. They can see you were deep in thought. You looked around your chambers then at them.

“If this happens. No fighting between both of you.” Sandor lets out a sigh of relief when you speak.

“This must be between us.” Sandor nodded.

“And I don’t share.” You said looking at Kylo. “Both of you would be mine and mine alone.”

You stared at Kylo wondering if he knew what you meant. You don’t think you have the stomach to see Kylo with another woman but what you are asking of him felt a bit selfish. You’re asking him to just be with you and only you.

A smile appears on Kylo’s handsome face. “I’m yours. Only yours.” He tells you.

Your smile matches his and you held yourself back because at that moment all you wanted to do was kiss him. You look over at Sandor. His face is stone cold, he has no expression on his face. You couldn’t read him.

“Sandor.” You whispered his name, hoping to find the answer you wanted. You wanted him to say yes, you wanted him to hold you and kiss you. You wanted those large hands on you, you wanted those lips and Kylo’s lips over your body.

“I’m yours. Only yours.” He said it with a sultry tone.

Your feet had a mind of their own, you walked towards them. You went to the closest to you, Kylo. His eyes were dripping with desire as you got close to him. Shaky hands make their way to his neck, he leans down to kiss you.

Sandor watches as Kylo cups your face as he kisses you. You pulled away, leaning your forehead against his. “I’m yours.” You whispered against his lips.

You pull away from Kylo and walk toward Sandor. You can’t help but smile at him as you step in front of him. His armor was cool under your touch as you went on your tiptoe to kiss him. Just as Kylo, Sandor leans down to kiss you. He copies Kylo’s move and cups your cheek. He doesn’t want to stop, how can he? He was just kissed by an angel. He feels your hands on his neck now, fingertips touching the ends of his hairs.

“Only yours.” You tell Sandor. You were caught by surprise when Sandor kissed you again. The kiss was soft and so desperate to taste you, you melted under his touch. You feel his hand on your waist, as he pulls away to kiss your neck. You gasped when you felt Kylo behind you kissing your shoulders.

“Before anything happens, the guard down the hall. Discharge him and come back.” You tell them, walking away from them. You dropped the robe as you looked over your shoulder at them while untying your nightgown.

“Hurry. Don't keep me waiting long.” You said before walking to your bed.

Sandor looks over at Kylo who was smirking as he stared at you.

“We lay with her?” Sandor asked as Kylo signaled him to join him to discharge the guard.

“No shit, I mean if you want to watch. That’s fine by me.” Kylo answered him while opening the door.

“I-I never laid with..” Kylo comes to a halt and stares up at him.

“You’re a virgin?!” Kylo’s eyes widened and Sandor rolled his eyes at him.

“Of course, not. I fucked back home. I just never fucked a woman with a man in the same bed.” Sandor wants to punch Kylo in the face when he starts to laugh.

“It’s not bad.” Kylo told him. “I’m not into men.” Sandor said and Kylo raised his brows at him.

“Me too but we both want her and by some miracle she wants us just as much as we want her.” Kylo said as he walked down the hall. Sandor followed him and waited for Kylo to speak with the guard.

“Look, let’s not fuck this up. You stay on one side and I’ll stay on the other side. If you happen to touch my dick then so be it, it’s not going to fall off.” Sandor's cheeks turn pink by Kylo’s word.

“I’m also hoping you won’t kill me if I accidentally touch you.” Kylo said as they watched the guard walk away.

“I just might depending where you touch.” Sandor said and Kylo shrugs shoulders.

“Do it after we do the deed.” Kylo said and they both walked back to you.

Sandor shuts the door behind him after Kylo walks in. Kylo looks over his shoulder at Sandor with a smirk, dark eyes shining with excitement. This is what they wanted, this is what they have been craving for so long and now you are here, ready to be devoured and pleased by them. Sandor unhooks Kylo’s cloak as he turns for the younger guard to do that same with his.

In sync, they took off their armor and weapons quickly and dropped it on the floor as they noticed candle lights appear further in the room. You were waiting for them.

Kylo glances over at Sandor when he is done removing his armor. He notices Sandor breathing heavily almost like he was afraid.

“Clegane.” Kylo whispers. Sandor looks down at him.

“Let’s get our girl.” Sandor nods before walking towards your bed, they notice the nightgown on the floor.

Kylo pulls the curtain showing your bed, you’re sitting in the middle of the bed with your back to the headboard. They noticed you were naked with only the sheets covering your chest. Kylo removes his black tunic shirt and he sees your eyes glue to his chest. Kylo’s chest is toned, his abs are defined and you can see scars on his body from his battles. Sandor does the same and you bite your bottom lip when you see Sandor’s chest. His chest is covered with dark coarse hairs. It went all the way down to his stomach.

Kylo notices how your eyes are drawn towards Sandor and he can’t help but feel a bit jealous of the older man.

“I have never done this before. Never with one man but now I have two. Be patient with me, I beg.” You tell them.

Kylo smiles and walks towards the bed. “You’re in luck, my queen. I happen to be a wonderful teacher.” You smile at Kylo as he sits down on the edge of bed.

“Perhaps my assistant would like to start you off.” Kylo said, looking over at Sandor.

Sandor licks his lips before walking to the bed and sits next to you. His eyes widen when you get close to him, the sheet drops from your chest.

“Fuck.” Sandor whispered as he got close to you.

You look at Kylo who smirks at your shyness. “Go on. Show our queen how a Westerosi kiss their woman.”

Sandor was glad Kylo urged him to make the move. It wasn’t the gods that gave him permission, but it will do. Sandor leans down to kiss your lips as you lean towards him. You moan when you feel his hands on your body. Kylo watched as Sandor held you in his arms as he kissed you. His hands ran up and down your back before settling on your hips. Kylo stands to remove his boots and trousers when Sandor gently pushes you down on the bed and gets between your legs.

You’re moaning as you raise your arms to wrap them around his neck. Kylo watches as Sandor pushes your legs open so he can get between them.

“You’re perfect.” Sandor says as he pulls away and looks down at your body. He cups one of your breasts and leans down to lick your nipple. You squeal when you feel his beard tickle your skin.

“Oh my- oh!” You moan when you feel Sandor suck on your nipples, throwing your head back. Your eyes shoot open when you feel him start to kiss your rib cage, all the way down to your stomach.

To your surprise you see Kylo ahead of you. He’s staring at Sandor and you. You bring a hand to your mouth when you see him jerking himself off. Kylo licked his lips at you when he noticed you’re staring at him pumping himself. You look down when you feel Sandor touch your cunt.

The bed dips down and you feel Kylo over you, his face comes from above. His dark curls frame his face, his eyes glistening with lust.

“He’s going to eat your cunt. He’s getting it ready for us.” Kylo says peeking at Sandor who was looking at him between your legs.

Kylo kisses your lips while Sandor kisses the lips between your legs, Kylo drinks your moans as Sandor slips his tongue into you. Kylo nips your chin as he cups your breast pinching your nipple, looking at you for your reaction.

“Lick them, please.” He obeys without a single thought.

Sandor looks up at you to see Kylo next to you, kissing you while he eats your cunt. He grows hard as he watches Kylo lick your nipples, his pink tongue swirling around the hard nipple.

“Wait-t-t. Please.” You cry out to Sandor who's feasting your cunt.

“You're going to cum, my queen. It’s okay.” Kylo whispered against your forehead before kissing it. He watches you as you arch your back, he continues to play with your nipples. He grins to himself when he hears your moaning as you tremble while coming undone.

Kylo catches his stare and raises a brow. “How does she taste, Clegane?”

“Heavenly.” Sandor said hoarsely as he licked his lips, making Kylo laugh. He looks down at you to move your hair out of your face.

“Did you hear?” He asked you. You nod while blushing. “You feel good?” You nod once more.

“I'll be back soon, I must have a taste for myself.” Kylo said, leaning down to kiss you on the lips. Kylo quickly gets off the bed and kneels next to Sandor.

“Both of you?” You asked as you spread your legs wider. “Is that what you want?” Kylo asked.

Sandor saw how your eyes widened and a blush appeared across your cheeks. You give them a nod.

Kylo winks at Sandor and kisses your inner thigh, Sandor notices your reaction and he copies it, kissing the right side of your inner thigh.

“Fuckk.” Kylo moans when he makes it to your cunt, kisses it softly, kissing your slick cunt, Sandor has done a number on you. He licks up and down your slit a few times as he touches himself. He looks at Sandor who's staring at him.

Sandor tense up when Kylo grabs one of his hands. “Give me your hand.” Sandor leans closer to him as Kylo uses the older guard fingers. He hushes you when you whimper when he softly slips Sandor’s finger into you.

“Yes, move it.” Kylo tells Sandor as he makes room for him to keep fingering you. Kylo licks your clit, kisses it, sucks on it as Sandor pumps his finger into you.

“Shit.” Kylo moans when he has a taste of your cunt. Sandor was right.

Kylo pulls Sandor’s finger and tells him to stick it in your mouth. “Give her a taste of her heavenly cunt.”

You open your mouth wide when Sandor laid next to you. He watched in surprise how you acted. You sucked his fingers, moaning at the taste of your slick on his thick digits.

“Sandor.” You whispered with a mouth filled with his fingers.

He pulls away to kiss you sweetly and gentle. He wants your first time to be good. He bumps his nose with yours and looks at Kylo.

“Look at him.” Sandor whispers in your ear as you whine in pleasure when Kylo puts your legs on his shoulders.

“It’s happening again.” You cry out as you grind yourself on Kylo’s face, his nose is pressing against your clit.

“That’s it.” Sandor tells you. “Cum all over his face.”

Sandor saw you looking between him and Kylo, when you reached your hand for Sandor’s face. He pressed his lips against yours as you came.

Sandor kissed your cheek, pressing chaste kisses on your face as you breathed heavily. You had thrown your head back trying to catch your breath. Sandor watches your body tremble, he just thinks to himself what a beautiful body you have. All these years you have been hiding this body under your gowns, your skin is glowing, covered in saliva and love bites that are already bruising on your body.

Kylo chuckles as he gently pushes your leg off his shoulder, and crawls on top of you. Sandor looks at him as he smiles wide down at you. His face is glistening as he licks his lips.

“Does it always feel good?” You asked as Kylo laid next to you. You look between them.

“Only when we are doing it.” Sandor answers you as he brings his hand up to touch your body. Kylo smirks at him and nods when you turn to look at them.

“He’s absolutely right. Just us. Only us. Sandor and me.” Kylo touches your inner thighs as Sandor touches your hips.

“Aren’t I fortunate, then.” You said after a few seconds. Their hands never left yours, their dark eyes remained on you.

“I would like to return the favor.” They saw you blushing as you glanced between them, glancing between their legs. Kylo looked over at Sandor, the older guard’s face was pink by your words.

Kylo wanted to roll his eyes at him but he remembered. This is Sandor's first time sharing a woman in bed. Kylo can see Sandor was the type to be territorial. Kylo had shared women with men like that. Kylo has decided he will make this enjoyable for them and for you. He wanted Sandor and you to have a good experience, if both of you did. This wasn't going to be a one time thing.

“My queen, what do you know about sucking cock?” Kylo asked.

“I heard of it from the servants.” You admitted shyly making him grin at you as he squeezed your inner thigh gently.

“Do you hear this, Sandor?” Kylo said with wide eyes as he gave a smile at the older guard.

Sandor nods looking down at you, his rough hands still rubbing your body. “Maybe next time.”

Kylo was happy Sandor was taking a stand, he was wondering if Sandor would just follow whatever he said. “I want to make you feel good as well.”

Kylo watched as Sandor gently cupped your face. “You shall. Tonight it’s about you. Alright?”

Kylo nods at him then at you. “We will have more time for that. Let your strong and trustworthy guards learn their way of their queen’s body tonight.” He tells you as his hand roamed down, over your mound. His fingertips found your clit, he hums when he feels you clenching around him when he slips a finger in.

“Such a greedy cunt.” Kylo tells Sandor as he pulls his finger out and grabs a hold of Sandor’s wrist. Kylo wants him to be comfortable around his touch. Sandor tensed when he felt Kylo’s grab a hold of his wrist. Fingers were wet with your slick, he let Kylo take his arm between your legs. He glanced under you and you were staring down at their joint hands. You were joying this just as much as they were.

“So wet.” Kylo mumbled when he bought Sandor’s hand about your clit as he slipped his fingers inside again.

“Help me.” Kylo said to Sandor as he rubbed your clit again. You began to moan when Kylo thrusted his fingers into you as Sandor worked on your clit.

They had you trembling after your third orgasm. They sucked their own fingers after you came. You felt like mush, you didn't hear them talking to one another. Glancing at them, they were close, Kylo spoke to Sandor in his ear. You moved your hands to grab their attention.

“I like you both like this. Not fighting one another.” You told them and they looked at each other.

“No more fighting.” Kylo said as he lay down next to you on his side while Sandor sat, facing ahead.

Kylo kissed you before you could speak. “Are you up for having sex?” Kylo asked you. He kissed your cheek waiting for your response as Sandor remained still.

“I want it. Both of you.” Kylo calls Sandor’s name as he kisses your neck. “Good.”

“Sandor and I decided. Sandor should go first.” Kylo notices how nervous Sandor and you were.

“Sandor can't help himself.” Kylo whispers. “Such a pretty queen with a greedy cunt. Such a greedy cunt wanting to be filled.”

You blushed by Kylo’s words. “Call for him.” Kylo added, looking over at Sandor who still sat.

“Sandor.” You said his name as Kylo kissed your neck. “Please.” Kylo encouraged you to say more.

“Sandor, please fuck me. I want you. I wanted you for years.” Sandor looks over his shoulder at you. He glances at Kylo who kept nodding at him, telling him to go on.

Kylo parts your legs wider and looks up at Sandor. “It’s rude to have your queen waiting, Clegane.”

“Please.” You begged and Sandor was quick to act, removing his trousers along with his boots. The bed dipped under you when Sandor leaned over you. Kylo pushes your leg up to drape it over Sandor’s thick legs. Your eyes remained at Sandor’s cock. His cock intimidated you, it’s thick and veiny. You feel it against you, it's warm and heavy.

“All of that goes in?” You asked looking up at Sandor who kept rubbing your outer thighs. Kylo laughs making you blush as Sandor rubs your abused clit.

“Indeed.” Kylo answers and you notice his hands, he was touching himself. His cock was much longer and a bit thinner than Sandor. You can see his heavy set balls while Sandor’s dark pubic hid his.

“Can I touch it?” Sandor nods at you and brings your hand onto his cock. Your legs tighten around him as you touch it. You barely could wrap around it. Sandor moans and you quickly let go.

“Did I hurt you?” Kylo giggles and you look over at him.

“Not hurting, pleasuring.” Kylo said, moving your hand back to Sandor’s cock.

Kylo mumbled against your ears, telling you to jerk Sandor’s cock faster. You grew happy when Kylo praised you, he kept telling you that you're doing such a good job touching Sandor.

“Fuck.” Sandor was quick to remove your hand and he leaned down to kiss you.

Kylo stares at how Sandor kisses you, the way you let out a small moan when he grabs your face. Kylo touches his cocks, pumping himself when Sandor pulls away with a grunt as he latches on one of your nipples. Kylo hears you giving permission to Sandor to enter you. Kylo grins himself when Sandor looks over at him and sees him touching himself. Kylo winks at him and Sandor looks down at you.

Kylo doesn’t think he has ever been this hard before, the tip of his cock is leaking and balls are heavy when he sees Sandor thrusting into you. Sandor hides against your neck as he pumps into you. The sight of your face and the sounds you were making him. The sounds of Sandor grunting made him blush.

Kylo notices you looking over at him and he can't help but kiss your lips.

“How does she feel?” Sandor moans when he brings his face away from your neck. He doesn't stop thrusting when he looks at Kylo. Sandor grabs the sheets under you, twisting in a tight fist.

“So, good.” You clench around at his words, your hands touch his chest, running your fingers through his chest hair as he rams into you.

“Oh my, your grace.” Kylo says as Sandor pushes your legs towards your chest. Both men are looking at your cunt being spread open by Sandor’s cock.

Kylo can see Sandor’s cock going in and out of you. You’re crying out in pleasure, Kylo is holding your legs open while Sandor’s keeps fucking you.

“It’s happening again.” You whine looking at them. Kylo’s hand slides its way to your clit, Sandor doesn’t stop, he loves it too much. The way your tight cunt wraps around him, so hot and warm. He groans when he feels you clench around him harder when Kylo begins to rub your throbbing clit.

“Cum on his cock. Cum on Sandor’s cock.” Kylo whispers to you making you cry out when he gently slaps your clit.

Sandor curses loudly when he feels you cumming on his dick. He’s about to blow and slides himself off to jerk himself.

“I want it.” You cry out. Kylo watches Sandor moan loudly when he cums. He shoots his load on your belly.

“Fuck.” Sandor said hoarsely. He watches your fingers scoop his cum from your stomach and bring it up to your lips. He saw Kylo whispering to you, this had to be his idea of you tasting his cum.

Sandor thinks Kylo’s some sex fairy for a second but he was glad that you didn’t mind sharing your bed with two men.

“Sandor.” You call his name with a heave. Sandor notices you open your arms for him and he leans down. He flinches when you cup his burnt cheek, your eyes wide with admiration.

“Thank you.” You told him before kissing him on the lips. He welcomes your lips, kissing you as well.

Kylo gulped when he saw you kissing Sandor, his cock is so painfully hard, it’s throbbing and his balls are aching. He spits in his hand before continuing to jerk himself. He notices Sandor pulling away to kiss your neck. Dark eyes look at Kylo, Sandor licks his lips before looking down at you.

“It’s time for him.” Sandor brushes the strands of hairs off your face.

“He’s going to love this cunt just as much as I did.” You smile up at Sandor and look over at Kylo. Sandor rolls off of you and lays down on the other side. He looks up at the ceiling trying to catch his breath.

He hears your giggling when Kylo crawls over to you. The bed dips and Sandor hears Kylo’s praises. Sandor never watched someone having sex before, he never shared any one. Never been in a relationship before, it’s all new for him but he doesn’t want to give it up. He was nervous when Kylo told him to take you first. He was waiting for Kylo to take advantage of his inexperience but he didn’t. Kylo had told him to take you, make love to you and make you feel good.

“You’re so beautiful.” Kylo moans and Sandor hears him thrusting into you. His cheeks blushes when he hears you. The sound of Kylo’s balls slapping against your ass sounded like music to him.

He looks over and his cock twitches at the lubricious sight in front of him. Kylo caged your head with his arms as he kissed you while thrusting into you. Legs wrapped around his waist. Kylo grunts into you as you drag your nails down his back.

“I’m going to move you.” You nod at him and Sandor bites his lips when Kylo turns you around carefully. Kylo held you for a second as he kissed you, kissing your cheeks and forehead as he pushed you down.

“Just like that.” He moans at the sight of you, down on your hands and knees with your ass in the air.

You look at Sandor and smile at him.

“Is this ok?” You ask them. Kylo says yes and you wait for Sandor’s response.

“Yes, just like that.” Sandor says as he grabs your hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles at the same time Kylo slides into you. You hold Sandor’s hand as Kylo begins to thrust.

The bed creaks and you cry out for god.

“There’s no god in here, my queen.” Sandor says, making Kylo laugh.

“Just us.” Kylo adds. Sandor chuckles at him as you begin to push yourself back on his cock making Kylo moan.

“You’re right.” Kylo moans and looks at Sandor.

“So..good. So fucking good.” Kylo grunts as he slams himself all the way to the hilt. His hands hold to your hips, he leans over you making sure you are okay. Sandor slides a bit closer to you, he notices your furrow brows, your eyes clenched shut and your whines grew loudly.

“Cum.” Sandor said as he reaches under, his hand goes over your belly and your mound. He knew you were close especially when you moaned. Sandor touches your clit, he moans deeply when he touches your cunt, so wet with your slick.

“Yes.” Kylo shouts, feeling you clench around him when Sandor rubs you.

Kylo holds himself until he feels you cumming, he won’t stop until you cum on his cock. He feels his heart beating out of his chest, his ears buzzing every time you moan. You sounded better than he imagined.

“Make her cum, Ren.” Sandor encouraged him as he pressed down your clit making you scream.

“Yes. Yes.” Kylo repeats like a mad man as his thrusts become harder hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

Kylo thinks he had died and the gods had blessed him. There was no other pleasure in life now, he told himself when you came on his cock. Sandor pulls away and Kylo cries out when he pulls out of you and finishes himself off. Jerking himself with your slick, he aims on your bare back as you drop down completely on the bed from exhaustion.

Kylo’s stomach tense up and he throws his head back when he spurts cum over your back.

“Fuck.” He’s winded as he lays down next to you on the other side.

Sandor sees you trembling. You open your eyes when you feel Sandor grab a hold of your hand. You give him a small smile before inhaling deeply.

“I didn’t know people could experience this.” You told them softly. You feel Kylo lean over you kissing your shoulder.

“I see why you do it so much.” You turn your face to look at Kylo.

Kylo looks at you seriously as he tries to catch his breath.

“Now, I’m only going to do it with you. I’m yours and only yours.” Kylo repeats the exact same words the three of you said before.

“I’m yours and only yours.” You said it back and it made him smile. He leans close to your face, giving a peck on your lips.

You turn to face Sandor who was staring at both of you. “I’m yours and only yours.”

Sandor looks at you then at Kylo.

Kylo gives him a nod, almost like telling him yes, this can work. It won’t be perfect but it can work between them.

“I’m yours and only yours.” Sandor finally said. Your smile grew and you made him lean over you to kiss him as well.

They helped you clean yourself when they noticed you were drifting off to sleep. They were going to leave to their own room after setting you into bed. They didn’t want to push even more, even though they knew they could still keep going.

“Stay.” You told them as you went to the middle of the bed. Sandor lays on your right while Kylo lays on your left. You slept on Sandor’s chest as Kylo spooned you from behind. Kylo and Sandor slept that night in your bed as well the following night and the night after that.

Years passed and the relationship had flourished well between Sandor, Kylo and you. Some days were good and others were bad, having two hard headed knights who were in love with you, their queen was no easy task and yes, there were consequences when they fought with each other. Like Sandor and Kylo kneeling in front of you naked, their faces inches away from your wet cunt. They have to share and act like good boys for them to be forgiven. Of course, they were good boys, they shared you with your leg over on each of their broad shoulders. They would eat you out until your legs shook and their faces were soak with your slick.

A/n: Can't get this scene out of my mind.

I can imagine one night the three are in bed and it’s the middle of winter. It’s the harshest winter that the kingdom has ever endured. Everyone is cold af and Sandor being the bear he is, is keeping you warm while Kylo is much leaner, he’s freezing his ass off no matter how many fur blankets he has on.

So when Sandor hears you say to Kylo that he should sleep on Sandor’s side to keep warm a mini fight breaks out. Sandor does not want Kylo to touch him in his sleep. You threatened them, that you were going to sleep in front of the fireplace without them and they quickly shut up.

“Fuck, get over here so I can sleep.” Sandor snaps at Kylo.

“Put your arm around him.” Sandor holds his tongue at you and obeys.

“This is nice.” Kylo said, wiggling his eyebrows at you making you giggle as he and you laid your head on Sandor’s chest.

“Stay still.” Sandor said with a huff as Kylo pulled the blankets up. Everyone went to sleep after that, all nice and toasty thanks to Sandor.

[multiheadcanons]

TF2 MERCS BEING CHARMING

scout: scout is a tryhard; which makes it very difficult for him to come off as charming in an effortless sense. he’s particularly charming when he drops that facade. a hand on the back of his head, an inability to meet your eyes, a nervous laugh and a crooked smile… he’s a cutie then.

soldier: opposite of scout; soldier is at his most charming when he tries his absolute hardest to be charming. he’s gotta make that effort to be gentlemanly, because you get what he’s advertising, so if he’s giving the effort it’s a genuine act. it’s what makes him endearing. and any favorable inclination towards him will carry his efforts to the finish line.

pyro: pyro isn’t charming unless they’re on your side. before then they’re a faceless sight with many unsettling actions under their belt. if you know them, though, it’s a lot easier to see when they’re joking and— more importantly— know when they’re about to take a joke “too far”. but in their lightheartedness they are fairly charming in their own sense

engineer: engie is only charming because he wears goggles all the time. it is much easier to hide what he’s thinking when all he has to do is smile and smooth talk. when his goggles are off, you can read him easier; and it’s easier to determine whether you should be taking what he’s saying at face value or not. without that, though, it’s hard to not at least be flattered by the texan, who can and will insult you and make it sound like a compliment.

heavy: heavy doesn’t try often to come across as charming. he does not need to. and he doesn’t need to because he is charming in his most candid moments. in times where he’s listening to what’s going on around him and makes humorous remarks that will stop whoever hears him, never failing to get a smile or a snort of shock. he’s charming when his face lights up as he gets a joke. when he’s caring for sascha tenderly and you think “damn what i wouldn’t give to be a gun rn” he’s funny, with a generous sense of humor and a quicker wit than people would think, and most people don’t know that until he enters a battle of wits and wins.

demo: demo is a silver tongued devil who will charm the clothes off someone in minutes… when he’s sober. even then, you can’t escape his natural effervescence. he’s a good hearted man with a need to laugh, and isn’t afraid to make the joke himself to get the energy up in a room. his confidence is infectious, and will naturally open you up to him. his charm lies in making every offer and idea sound like good ones, being just as shocked as you when things go awry, and laughing it off just as quickly. being a silver tongued devil also required experience in yapping, so if you let him talk long enough he’ll hook you on his stories alone. he’s got a wonderful way with words.

medic: like pyro, medic isn’t charming unless he’s on your side. until then, he’s a disturbing man with bright blue eyes and many unsettling things to say. past that, doc is a professional yapper. if you don’t like listening to multi hours long podcasts consisting of one person, you will probably never like medic. but if you like a chatterbox, then there will be times where medic will have gone on a tangent of a tangent, and as you watch his eyes gleam with newfound knowledge to dump on you, and his teeth bare in a crazed, no, excited smile, as he makes unyielding eye contact behind his glasses, waiting with baited breath for your response… you can’t help but notice how someone could find him charming, even cute. though, also like pyro, but worse, you will never know when he is going to take a joke too far, or when a bad idea will become a series of bad decisions. when everything he says comes with a large, bordering animalistic smile… he’s at his best when he’s yapping, truly.

sniper: sniper is at his most charming when he’s most comfortable, and he’s most comfortable at work. there’s a reason his standards begin with “be polite”. he’s got a reputation for being a good natured guy with efficient and effective methods of a necessary service, and days on the job with him are usually filled with quiet chuckles and smart ass remarks under his breath. but it’s not shit talking if he’s hitting the targets. and it’s the cockiness that makes him come off as charming. it’s another sense of an inverse of scout, as to where scout can talk the shit and back it up, because he’s just cocky in general it can never come off as charming; meanwhile sniper, who goes out of his way to be professional in his job and generally doesn’t interact with people by choice past that, the confidence and results that come with the confidence are charming. everyone loves a man who can get the job done.

spy: spy is effortlessly charming. he doesn’t need to do anything to make himself more charming, and when he does try it’s annoying to anyone involved. why would he go out of his way to get someone flowers, or butter someone up in compliments, when he can smile and smoke his cigarette. he’s a handsome guy with a nice accent; the less he plays it up the better it works for him, because when he tries too hard it does come off as a scam. however. there is a time. a time where spy gets drunk. and turns into a professional yapper. he, medic, and demo turn into hens with how much they chirp and crow and gasp and screech laughter, and in these moments of decomposure… what a cutie. really. where he’s not thinking about being professional and it’s him and his “friends” chatting over a beer…. or two… or five. and with demo’s effortless ability to make any idea sound like a good idea, he’s been on the unfortunate side of a scandal before. but even as he plays angry and bitter; you see the smile he’s fighting. and when he and his gal pals get to hanging around again…. they can’t contain their chuckles. he’s even more charming then. when he’s done playing professional.

[angeldeas]

Yandere Zhongli. The destruction of 4 walls

Warning: yandere topics, unhealthy love, obsession with a person, mention of mental disorders, eating disorder, unwanted pregnancy is implied. People with weak nervous systems, please do not read, if you have read my post, then I am not responsible for your actions.

Lately, he has been plagued by the feeling that someone is watching him, he did not attach much importance to this, but was always ready to fight back. One day, Zhong Li began to hear a voice in his head that spoke of love for the world of Teiwat and Li Yue. The Archon understood that this was not the influence of erosion and the machinations of enemies, but the destruction of borders between worlds for one person. This is quite an entertaining process, it can even be accelerated if you do a summoning ceremony after learning his name.

Two weeks have passed since the voice appeared, and the vision has already joined it. It was a flying translucent girl who almost always followed Lumin. This ethereal being was so happy, an alien beauty emanated from him, giving a special charm... Brilliant eyes, saturated with a thirst for life and a gentle smile, giving warmth to every piece of this world ... There was a feeling of carelessness and ignorance of the danger of the world of Teivat. It awakened an instinctive desire to protect. The ethereal creature was beautiful in any of its manifestations: cute gestures, and exclamations when the dragon helped Lumin defeat an entire settlement of hilichurls, clever remarks and highly intelligent dialogues with someone whom Zhong Li had not heard or seen.

Long restrained and carefully hidden from prying eyes, the primordial dragon personality began to break out ... Dragons by nature are greedy for beautiful and expensive things. They are also known for their possessive tendencies when they find a suitable mate. Therefore, the desire to protect and appropriate something dear to the eye is so strong that they literally monopolize and do everything to appropriate it completely.

This also applies to Zhong Li, the pent-up side of his personality began to break out, whispering terrible things from the depths, hearing which an ordinary person would be horrified.

"Conquer... make it your own... you like this creature, so bring it to your house, what's so difficult about that? You used to enslave entire nations, and this is only one person..."

Zhong Li has never denied his identity, although he has left it in the past. Even though he grew up wise and reasonable, the real personality did not go away, the archon simply did not show it and carefully hid it for a quiet life among people.

***

The girl was really relaxing while playing a video game. She works very hard to give herself nothing. Among the work, it is an outlet that gives happiness to her heart.

While playing Genshin Impact, Tiara jokingly posed Zhong Li with a view of the harbor and turned his face in her direction.

— Hi, my name is Tiara, nice to meet you, Mr. Jun Lee. Your eyes are as beautiful as a jewel. — The intangible creature flew a little away from Lumin to the archon, introduced himself and said a compliment with a mischievous smile, laughed loudly and flew back.

The golden eyes flashed.

Tonight, one leisurely life will change dramatically.

***

Tiara shuddered at the tingling sensation. The cold air pierced to the bones, teeth gritted from unpleasant sensations. The girl barely opened her eyes when someone easily lifted her into her arms. Tiara was suddenly drenched in cold sweat, the sensations were too real, unpleasant thoughts crept into her head. Her body twisted in fright, and a cry of fear began to escape from her mouth.

— Save me! They're kidnapping me!!! The tiara twisted all over, but the stranger's hands were strong and unshakable as a stone. — Let me go!

—Oh... smart Tiara, don't be afraid, you're in good hands. - A pleasant male voice sounded near the terrified girl's ear.

- What kind of nonsense are you talking about? The shocked voice, mixed with hysteria, broke off on the last words.

Zhong Li decided to remain silent and silently carried his beloved out of the dungeon . "Walking on the floor with bare feet can have a bad effect on health." The Archon felt a little guilty, but the animal side said that everything was done correctly.

The girl stopped struggling out of her hands, realizing the futility of this action. She was afraid of the pitch darkness and the inhuman strength of the kidnapper. She didn't know what to do... All the lessons "About the safety of life" flew out of my head and only the animal fear of the unknown remained.

When Zhong Li carried the girl to the room, he gently lowered her onto the bed. Tiara was numb with shock that her favorite character, with whom she had gone through fire and water, turned out to be a kidnapper. It was too unrealistic.

- How can such a good person be so bad? - Words that she didn't want to voice came out of her mouth and quickly closed her mouth.

- I am not a human being, but first of all a dragon who is learning to be a human being. - The golden eyes flashed.

-Ah... - "He is a strong character and the ruler of Li Yue... I cannot escape, because he is an Archon, and I am a simple man. But I can die, then my suffering will end. But still, what prompted him to do it? " - So you were affected by erosion? - Tiara tried to remain calm so as not to show her weakness.

Zhong Li read it like an open book. So naive, but smart, it's impressive... I would like to find out more about her world later.

- Not at all, I did it for personal reasons. You don't have to worry about security.

The dragon inside was rejoicing and celebrating. This creature is now in his hands. "Tiara is not to be afraid, because you have become the most precious thing I have now."

***

The girl couldn't escape because she was deep in a mountain or a hill? All exits from captivity were closed. It is impossible to escape from this huge house... And if it turns out, then punishment will surely follow, although it has never been used yet, but in recent days the atmosphere around the Archon has been strange... It seems that a little more and he will be furious.

Tiara understood that the dragon knew everything and was just observing the behavior. If she stumbles, something terrible is bound to happen. Zhong Li's constant worries and fear had a bad effect on his health. Insomnia and refusal to eat, the result, after several months.Tears were coming out of my eyes again... The girl wanted to go home.

- Bring me back, please, I can't do this anymore... please. - The girl's words were rarely repeated, but they made Zhong Li very nervous.

- No, this is the final decision. - Tiara did not hope for more, the God of Contracts is always faithful to the words spoken, and always fulfills all promises. Whatever he says always comes true. But a tiny hope still glowed in his heart, like a coal in the merciless frost.

The Archon sincerely did not understand why she missed her home. After all, then she could not have a good rest, because all the time the vacation was disrupted. And one could only dream of a multi-day vacation. Here she can do almost anything she wants... True, there are rules, but she abides by them perfectly. A smart girl... However, the refusal to eat is unnerving, it can't go on like this.

When food was forcibly stuffed into Tiara's mouth, the dragon felt no remorse. After all, in this way he prolongs her life, and in order to bear children, you need a healthy body. According to tradition, the family must have children and a good wife...

Tiara was kicking and wanted to tear those hateful hands off her face. Some long fingers unclenched their jaws, others held a spoon and poured soup into their mouths.

-You're mine. Your life doesn't belong to you anymore. - After such a feeding, Zhong Li wiped his face with his beloved's napkin and smiled. - Let's make a contract. - The archon's eyes resembled molten lava.

- No. - It wasn't a firm answer.

- Reneging on the contract, I wonder how long you can stand it? - Tiara's eyes twitched, this snake is planning something terrible and if she does not agree, then he will use various measures to get what he wants from her not only with words.

- Okay, well, I'll sign it, just add my own rules. - Tiara decided not to torment herself with resistance. In any case, Stockholm syndrome will appear.

"Eh... The dove will not be able to die, although it will wish very much.

Don't worry, honey, you're going to have little lives soon.,

They will be a ray of light for you in this little world. "

[criminalyapping]

hairbrained

marvel masterlist main masterlist

explicit, MDNI

**if you're uncomfortable with "what are you doing step-bro" jokes, maybe don't read this. it's only briefly mentioned, but proceed with caution**

reader has long hair and a vagina, but that's about it for physical description

about the title; i know that it's actually "harebrained" but please, it's a pun. sort of.

In retrospect, having your boyfriend attempt to make the bed while you crawl around underneath said bed was probably not your smartest moment.

But hey, teamwork, right?! After this you would have a freshly made bed and no more random tissues and sweaters hanging out underneath. You never would have expected your current predicament, though. 

“OW, ow ow ow, Bu-BUCKY! GET OFF THE BED!” you yell, out of the blue.

Bucky, startled by the sudden, loud exclamations you’re making, takes a moment to process the words you’re saying. At first, bless him, he’s just confused.

“Huh? What’s th- what?” and while he stutters in confusion, your muffled voice from under the bed starts up again.

“GET OFF, BUCKY,” you start, followed by smaller, pitiful whimpering of “ow, ow, ooooww ,”

Your words finally sinking in, he scrambles off the bed, wide eyed and standing back, vaguely afraid to move again.

Under the bed, you scooch yourself an inch farther under the bed, taking the tension off of your hair with a little sigh, the immediate pain gone. Bucky had rocked the bed in his quest to put the fitted sheet on, sliding the bed just a little bit, but just enough to trap some of your hair under the foot of it. 

“What’s the matter, sweetheart, are you ok? Come out, come here, let me see.” Bucky cajoles lightly, his voice soft and pitying, and a little nervous. One of his worst nightmares is accidentally hurting you.

“Buckyyyyy,” you whine at him, “you pushed the bed and now my hair is stuck.” you wail, your face all but pressed into the dusty floor under your bed. Your own attempts to move the bed above you have proved fruitless; pushing up with one hand does nothing, as does pushing at the foot that is sitting on top of your hair.

Damn your super soldier boyfriend and his affinity for rough sex that necessitates a heavy, sturdy bed frame. 

“You okay though, darlin’? Nothing broken?” he asks.

“Yeah, I’m ok. It’s not even pulling on my hair anymore,” you sniffle. It didn’t even really hurt, but it scared you and now the soft reassurance and care from your boyfriend is making you tear up. 

“Really, really Buck, I’m ok. I just need you to softly and slowly lift up the bed a little so I can get out of here. I’m stuck.” you pout.

Bucky takes a deep breath, the panic he feels at your yells and wails of pain leaving him as he realizes that you’re really not injured, just inconvenienced.

Then he takes particular notice of your current position.

When you were just cleaning under the bed, you were laid flat on your stomach. This was the case up until you scooted up to take the tension off of your hair, leaving you in the position you’re in now. Which is?

Only the small of your back and below visible, knees hiked up underneath you, and ass almost obscenely sticking out. 

Bucky smirks, takes a deep breath, and stifles a chuckle.

“Bu- what are you laughing at, Bucky? You dick, just move the bed already!” you whine, just wanting to get out of this situation already. The confrontation just makes Bucky laugh- an actual, high-pitched and full body laugh. Which normally you love hearing from your stoic boyfriend, but not when it’s at your expense.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry, it’s just-” he’s cut off by another laugh, bordering on hysterical now. “It’s just, ha, oh my god, babe, it’s-it’s like those videos where the girl-” pause for more laughter, “where she’s stuck, in-in like the fucking washing machine, or some shit, you know, you know, babe, the fucking,” this time, his hysterics are accompanied by a wet sniff and you can tell he’s laughed himself into crying. “The fuckin’ “what are you doing step bro” shit? That’s you right now, babe, that’s fucking you,”

You, however, do not find the same amount of humor in this situation as Bucky does.

“Wha- Bucky, what the fuck? Are you watching fucking step-sibling porn in your free time? Seriously, dude?!”

“No, baby, I don-” he interrupts, but you plow on anyway.

“Just get me the fuck out of here already, you asshole!” you say, incredulous.

Bucky makes no move to do so.

“First of all,” he starts, “I do not watch step-sibling porn. I’m internet literate enough to understand memes, and that’s one of them now. So ha. You even understood it too. Blame Sam, he’s the only one who sends me memes.” he defends himself.

You and Sam are having words after this.

“Ugh. Ok. I get it, it’s funny. Let me out now, please?” you acquiesce. 

“But baby,” he whines, “look at how hot you look right now,” scrambling to kneel on the floor behind you, he places both of his large hands on either of your ass cheeks. 

“Let’s have some fun, honey?” he suggests, running his big hands all over the smooth fabric of your leggings, pulled taught over your butt.

“No, are you kidding me? You literally just said you weren’t into step-sibling shit you sicko!” you yell, trying half-assedly to move away from his warmth, only succeeding in tugging on your hair and jamming your back into the metal bar above you.

“Baby, it’s not that I’m into right now, it’s, it’s the- it’s like, that you can’t move, I guess. Yeah, babe, it’s just like bondage, I guess, but it’s because of your hair.” he explains.

You think for a moment. You might have been whining and yelling at him throughout this whole thing, but that’s just because you’re a little bit of a brat. You trust and love him implicitly, and to be honest, his hands pawing at your ass feel great, too. You feel the familiar tingle of getting turned on. You just have to make sure of one thing first.

“It’s not because you can’t see my face at all?” you ask quietly, secretly afraid that he might want to imagine someone else.

“No, honey, not at all. The only reason this is so hot is because it’s you.” he reassures, leaning down and placing a small kiss on your back, just above the waistband of your leggings.

You smile, turning your head to the side and placing your cheek to the cold floor.

“Okay, you horny freak, get on with it.” you grump at him in jest. 

“Don’t even lie to me, baby, I know you’re getting into this too.” he playfully chastises you, running his hands over your ass again. 

You sigh and melt into the sensations, the tingling between your legs growing stronger every second. 

Bucky moves from slow circles over your ass to a couple firm squeezes of your hips to suddenly clamping his hand down right over the apex of your thighs, through your leggings and your underwear.

You gasp quietly, arching your back to little avail, just once again pushing your back into the metal bar above you. It really is like you’re tied up. Not to mention that you can’t see him at all; it’s like you’re blindfolded and tied up.

Bucky, your sweet, considerate, somewhat old-fashioned Bucky, is a master at turning you on. He has the patience of a saint; he can, and frequently does, spend 10 or 20 minutes just pawing and grabbing at you, all while spouting the downright filthiest shit you’ve ever heard from his mouth, all with the goal of making you red-faced, panting, and begging for him to get on with it and make you feel good.

This time, though, he can’t be as thorough as he prefers; there’s only so much he can do with only your legs. That being said, he still does a lot.

He takes his time, running his hands up and down your legs over your leggings. Appreciating the silky texture, he peppers in rough squeezes of your hips and ass as he goes, all the while praising you with how hot you are, how soft you feel, and how turned on you make him.

Leaning over, he presses another kiss to your lower back, then straightens his back so he is kneeling behind you, hips aligned. 

All at once, his hands clasp firmly on both of your hips as he tugs, pulling you back so his hips press firmly against your ass with a groan as you muffle a squeak at the sudden motion. 

His prolonged teasing definitely affects the both of you; his dick is hard against you as he starts moving his hips in a slow, easy grind.

You still can’t see him, and with there nothing to focus on other than a few dust bunnies under your bed, it’s so, so easy to get in your head, overwhelmed with the anticipation of what he could possibly do next. It’s like your senses are dialed up to 11. 

So you let out a scream when he uses his open palm to smack your ass out of the blue; which he does, hard .

You pitch forward, eyes squeezing shut and he yanks you back onto his clothed dick, chuckling at your extreme reaction.

You’re halfway to incoherence and both of you are still fully clothed.

He remedies that quickly, however, running a hand smoothly up your back, bringing a shiver with it as goosebumps break out along your skin. He drags your shirt up your back as far as it can go, scratching you with his nails as his hand descends back down. Reaching the waistband of your leggings, his fingers flirt underneath before he brings a hand to each hip, slips his fingers underneath them and your panties, and yanks them down past the swell of your ass. 

He doesn’t pull them off, just about halfway down your thighs, pulling your legs together as the waistband stretches and clamps your legs together. It just adds to the overwhelming, heady feeling of being totally at Bucky’s mercy.

“Wow, honey, look at that,” he marvels, running his hands over your newly exposed skin, but staring straight at your pussy, on display just for him. 

“Buckyyyyy,” you whine, embarrassed of his blatant staring, not that you can even see it.

“You’re just so perfect, babylove,” he says, bringing his fingers to your folds, slowly running his fingers along you to open you up and spread your wetness around, “and so wet , huh? All this just from being a little handsy with you, baby?” he teases, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

You whine, high pitched and long, and his fingers continue skirting around you, never applying any real pressure, just soft, slick touches that leave you wanting more.

He never presses his fingers in, or touches your clit directly, but the friction you get is heavenly, especially being aided by the copious amounts of slick leaking out of you and getting spread all over you. 

“Bucky,” you moan, “baby please, please give me some more?” you plead.

“Honey,” he coos, his cool, calm voice sounding so different from your wrecked whimpers, “I’ll give you what you want, don’t worry. Have I ever left you hangin’, baby?”

To which you shake your head, forgetting he can’t see you. He never has, in all the times you’ve been together. Even quickies with Bucky end with an orgasm, and every time, you thank your lucky stars for a boyfriend who knows how to play your body like a fiddle.

“I’ll give you what you want, baby, don’t you even- worry.” he claims, thrusting into you, hard , all the way and in one fell swoop, drawing a short, debauched moan out of you when his tip pressed firmly into your cervix. You’re punched forward a few inches by the sheer force of his thrust, and your hair gets a quick pull as you move away from the foot of the bed, adding to the sensations you’re feeling.

You’re shocked but the suddenness of his actions, I mean, you didn’t even hear him undo his pants. But before you can get used to the gratifying stretch, he’s pulling out of you slowly.

“Shit- god damn, honey you feel so good, I knew you were wet enough to take me like this,” he moans. As soon as just the head is still inside you, he thrusts back in, his hips slamming loudly into your ass as he starts pounding you. 

Short moans are punched out of you with every thrust, your eyes and fists squeezed tight as the onslaught of pleasure you feel after getting so turned on.

“Ohh, babe, you’re fucking dripping back here, you liked that huh? Yeah baby?” Bucky teases, his breath obviously labored, “you can’t even hide it from me, you love this dick, huh?” he asks. When you don’t respond, he thrusts all the way into you again, so fucking deep, and stills his hips.

“Tell me you love this dick.” he orders.

You whine, embarrassed at the prospect.

“Come on, honey, we both know it, why don’t you just say it, huh?” he presses his hips harder against your ass, going even deeper, causing you to let out a gasp.

He brings his hand around your hip and places it on your stomach, slowly sliding it down. He starts rubbing your clit with abandon, still not moving his hips.

The new sensation has you panting and moaning as you feel your orgasm forming.

“Come on, baby, why don’t you tell me,” he prompts, stopping his hand and waiting.

You whine again, louder, and bite your lip. One more second and he delivers another strong, sharp slap to your ass, causing you to yell out.

“Ah! Ohh, Bucky,” you moan, “I love- mmm, I love your dick, baby. Now ple-” you were about to beg him to move again, but he started thrusting as soon as he heard you say it.

His hand returns to your clit, rubbing you faster as his thrusts become more powerful. 

“Fuck, baby,” he gasps, breathing hard, “are you about to come? You’re- fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, why don’t you go ahead and come all over me, honey? Yeah, go on, baby, give it to me,” he begs as your moans get higher and higher in pitch. His talented hands and dick throw you headfirst into your orgasm, going silent as you tense up around him. You whine, long and high as you are overwhelmed with pleasure, only getting louder as you hear Bucky’s low, extended moans as he comes right after you. 

He thrusts one, two, three more times into you, the squelch of his cum getting fucked deeper into you every time has you blushing.

He gingerly pulls out, both of you breathing hard as you come down from your highs. He always has one hand on you, rubbing you but with a comforting undertone, rather than a sensual one.

After a few moments, you break the comfortable silence that had fallen between you. 

“Honey, will you please move the bed now?” you ask.

[kcdrawns]

Wbk boys go ice skating with friends plus beloved headcanons

(one line those)

Characters: Umemiya, Hiragi, Sakura, Suo, Nirei, Kiryu, Sugishita, Kaji, Kusumi, Banjo

Contains: Fluff and laughter

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Umemiya

-Would fall on purpose so kids weren't afraid of falling on the ice and would help them learn and be safe

-Would be good at it and help anyone out specially you, always keeping you at a arms distance just in case

Hiragi

-Would be good at it but stressed over everyone always on high alert and looking around which would make him almost hit the borders of the ring

-either has an arm around your waist or hands it's not that he doesn't trust either of you but he'd rather be there in case you fall, besides if you are there too he can try to look cool and catch you

Sakura

-Is naturally good at it but is mortified and shakes a bit and due to the fear also looses balance

-once he feels more comfortable he would help out others and you but complain (our beloved cat energy boy)

Suo

-You see those people that can ice skate and do tricksz like spin and jump?

-He swears he never ice skates yet he is as good as a pro, naturally elegant and good

-would mock Sakura at the beginning (friendly bather)

"awnn Sakura Kun, are you that scared?"

"You can hold onto me if you want my arms are open ^^"

-Nire and Sakura will hold onto Suo until they gain more balance and figure it out

-would help you too and mock you again as a friendly banter because it's Suo

Nirei

-mortified of falling and never lets go of suo arm, Suo does help and encourage him but he always goes back into holding onto him

-if you are there whoever he tries his best to help you and to not be scared, holding your hand as you two loose balance and laugh it off

-Would definitely take notes of everyone on how they skate

Kiryu

-can skate and does it effortsly and sticks around those more unsure of it (kids, nire and Sakura)

-would always keep an eye out for creeps because if you never been to an ice ring there is always at least ONE trying to help girls and holding them way too close after they fall.

So kiryu would just reach girls before the creep and help girls out in a polite way (Ladies and gays we win fr he is a green flag)

-would hold you with consent and help you learn how to skate and if you are not confident he will drag you and skate ate a normal rate speed just gliding

Sugishita

-would be following Umemiya and helping the kids up but not say anything

-can skate but gets thrown off balance here and there

-if Ume does fall you bet he is glaring if it was someone by accident and/or is racing to his side even if it means he needs to crawl on ice to get to him

-if he goes with you, you need to drag him, he is happy to be there but as I said he doesn't know how to properly distribute his height on those tiny blades, so he would cling onto you like velcro.

kaji

-There with his classmates

-good at skating but stays still because rather observe than interfere

-if Kusumi is loosing balance he will help out tho, his only job is to help anyone that almost falls or falls

-If he falls because of someone by accident he would have to take a deep breath because now his butt is cold and wet

-Izumi would make jokes about it which makes kajis sigh out of embarrassment (HE DOESNT HAVE OFFICIAL NAME SO I HAVE BEEN CALLING HIM THAT, it's a blue haired guy from his class similar to kiryu in style and from the little interactions we saw he IS a menace)

- if he goes with you he would offer an arm and say nothing

Kusumi

-nervous he can't use his phone but can skate

-his classmates would keep an eye out to keep him safe and definitely one of them will make a honking car noise passing by which makes everyone from the class die of laughter and fall, cue kajI staring their souls out as they make commotion on the village ice ring

-with you he would be very kind and careful, always tilting his head and doing thumbs up to ask if you are comfortable on the ice

Banjo

-good at skating but chooses to sit on his bum and glide like that

-would complain the bladea of the shoes are too dull even tho he isn't using them

-with you he would do the same and just laugh a lot if you fall face or butt first, maybe after ask if you are ok, maybe

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A/n: I yapped to friends in line to ice skating, this happend a week ago, take photos

[therealsaintscully]

Different anon here, but I liked what you said about Paul and autism a lot.

I'm autistic (relatively high functioning, but also I have pretty much no friends so idk) and have a brother who was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome who reminds me a LOT of Paul, just with his mannerisms and inability to let anything go lol. But yeah it's not something that can be diagnosed by observation, so it's just not something I'm willing to say he has.

I kinda want to chew my arm off a little bit when people say George is autistic, even though they're usually just joking or being glib, because they seem to be 'diagnosing' him based off a really cutesy view of autism... autism isn't just having interests and being stubborn, I'm afraid. (Not saying he doesn't have it, just saying that if he does, it's pretty minor or he hides it well.) I feel bad reacting so badly, because I really think they mean well... but yeah, it kinda gets under my skin a bit. And sometimes I see people who do that go on to diagnose Paul with NPD (which ESPECIALLY can't be diagnosed by observation) and it's like 'OH that's what you actually think of people like my brother who can't socially regulate well. you think he just doesn't care about anything other than himself. cool.'

Thank you, anon — I was honestly a little nervous about the previous ask because I didn’t want to accidentally hurt anyone’s feelings.

There’s a reason I prefaced it by saying that people often diagnose in hindsight. It’s something I’ve only started noticing more in recent years, especially in online spaces. Like, twenty years ago when Britney Spears shaved her head and was clearly going through a mental health crisis, most of the world tore her apart. It was brutal.

It took me a long time to realize how little awareness there even was about mental health back then—especially when it came to women. Looking back now, I can’t believe it didn’t even occur to me at the time that she might’ve been in serious pain. (I was in my early twenties then, and I'm ashamed to say I was quite critical of her as a reader of online rags.)

It's stunning to me that even today, when awareness to things like neurodivergence is quite high, they're still being used carelessly.

Maybe John did have borderline personality disorder. Maybe he didn’t. Unless he was properly diagnosed, we’ll never really know.

It’s also totally possible that Paul and George were both neurodivergent kids who found each other and built a creative, stabilizing bond. Maybe they weren't, though.

Or that John, Paul, George (and later Ringo)—four really unique people—just happened to find each other and create something way bigger than the sum of their parts.

I don’t spend a lot of time wondering who might’ve been neurodivergent or not—not because I don’t care or dismissive of it, but because I’m not neurodivergent myself and I don't feel comfortable dissecting those aspects of their personalities. So I tend to focus more on the parts of their personalities I, myself, can relate to, whether ND or not: loneliness, heartbreak, the prosaic stretches of their lives that sat quietly beside all the Shakespearean drama. I totally understand why people do want to explore those angles though, especially when it’s done with care. What I do side-eye is when it’s treated flippantly or used as a punchline, just like you. That’s where I draw the line. It's so easy to at least try, in good faith, to educate yourself. Or if you can't be bothered, keep your mouth shut.

(And FWIW, I’ll be exploring John with a border line personality diagnosis a bit in a future mclennon fic—but I promise I’m being thoughtful with it.)