#long words are my ambrosia help

[whyoneartheven]

ughh it is so hard to write when the word you wanna use is one the character would never say

[reilemon]

🍷Ambrosia🍷

♡︎ synopsis: You give Sylus a private pole dance show.

♡︎ pairing: Sylus x fem!reader

⭒˗ˏˋ𓆩 ⚠ 𓆪ˎˊ˗⭒MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)⭒˗ˏˋ𓆩 ⚠ 𓆪ˎˊ˗⭒

♡︎ cw: pre-relationship, pole dancing, lap dance, cowgirl, missionary, creampie

♡︎ word count: 4.2k

♡︎ a/n: If you don't like how I wrote Sylus pls don't say anything. 😭

♡︎ a little gift for my dearest friend and my beta reader ♡︎@its-de♡︎

divider by @cafekitsune

"Why are you walking by yourself in the city at 1 am?" Sylus asks you over the phone.

You look around, searching for Mephisto. You sigh when you fail. "I just wanted to sober up on my way home."

"You can sober up in my car." And as if on cue, a familiar black car pulls up next to you.

The other line cuts off and Sylus exits, walking around and opening the passenger's door. "Get in, sweetie."

You cross your arms. "I don't wanna get car sick."

"You won't. I'll drive slowly."

"But I'm like five minutes away from my apartment." You look around at the empty street. No people and no surveillance cameras. You did pick out a weird route, but it was in a peaceful neighborhood. "Why don't you walk with me?"

Sylus' shoulders slump at your request. Not because it's unreasonable, but because he hoped the car ride would be more than five minutes long.

After parking the car, he returns to you carrying a water bottle and a paper bag with a logo of a donut shop. He hands them over, and you accept, feeling guilty.

"Did you get these for me?"

He shrugs. "I always drive by that place, so I got curious and bought some."

"Oh... Oh?" Your eyes land on a stain on his shirt. Blood? No - "Is that jam?"

He glances down "Right, I tried one and it spilled on my shirt. I can just get a new one."

You roll your eyes. "Of course you can. I have something that can remove the stain."

When you turn to start walking, he grabs your hand and loops your arm around his. "Slow down, I don't want you to trip."

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Just when you locked the doors of your apartment, it hit you that Sylus, the infamous leader of Onichynus, your friend (?), is in your apartment. At 1 am, for the first time. The apartment isn't messy, but you still would've prepared it more. For instance, you would've put away the pole standing in the middle of your living room.

Of course, that's the first thing Sylus notices. "You like to pole dance, kitten?"

The question sobers you up immediately. Your face and ears burn in embarrassment, and you can feel sweat forming on your back. "Um, sometimes. When I have time." You scurry away to the kitchen to put away the food, Sylus chuckling behind you. You wouldn't be so flustered if you knew those cool, energetic moves. No, instead, all you know is the sensual, seductive ones. They're like a breath of fresh air, given the nature of your job.

You go back to Sylus who made himself comfortable on your sofa, taking in the new environment. "I have a men's t-shirt that could fit you, and I'll return your shirt the next time I see you."

With a slight glare he responds "I'm not wearing another man's clothes."

You sigh "It's mine. I like to wear baggy clothes around the house." Although, you can't help but smile a little at that display of jealousy. Was it, though? Or are you just being delusional?

You wish it was.

His face returns to the neutral relaxed state, with his usual amused smirk. The face, you noticed, he only has when he's around you. It wasn't like that in the beginning (let's not talk about the beginning), but the more time you spent with him, the more you got to see his gentle side.

Lost in your daydream, you didn't notice that he was almost done unbuttoning the stained shirt, revealing he doesn't have anything underneath.

When he completely takes it off, your eyes are glued to his torso. This is your first time seeing him completely shirtless, leaving you unable to peel off your gaze from his chiseled muscles, broad shoulders-

"It's rude to stare, sweetie."

You blink, snapping out of the shameless ogling, taking the shirt that was lingering in his hand for a moment as he was trying to hand it to you.

"I wasn't staring." You, again, make a run for it, this time to your bedroom to fish out a clean oversized t-shirt for him. When you return to the living room, your eyes are fixated on his face, fighting the urge to look down and stare at his physique.

He thanks you and puts it on. It fits almost perfectly, and although he's covered, the sight is making your heart flutter.

He takes a whiff of the fabric. "Smells nice."

After a brief chat about laundry (of course Sylus doesn't do it, but knows how to, apparently), you turn towards the bathroom, claiming "Trust me, I'll make that stain disappear."

"I bet you can't."

The accusation makes you stop in your tracks. "I bet I can! And if I win, you'll get me something pretty."

Sylus chuckles, eyeing you from head to toe. "If you lose, you'll dance for me."

Fell right into his trap.

With a shaky voice you refuse, "I don't think so. Pick something else."

Sylus raises an eyebrow, genuinely surprised at your declining of the bet for the first time. "Oh?" He notices how you're shifting where you stand, averting your gaze. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

You shake your head "You didn't, it's just that - " You trail off, an idea popping up in your head. By now, Sylus can read your face with ease, so he smirks when your eyes light up and he listens intently. "How about, if you actually want me to put on a little show for you, you buy me a bottle of my favorite perfume?"

You've been running low, and it's currently out of stock literally everywhere you looked. If he actually wants to see you dance, he'll have to put in a little bit of work. Not only is the perfume out of stock, he doesn’t even know which one is your favorite. At least you never told him. And even if he, by some miracle, finds it, you'll just do a few spins and take your perfume. It's not like he asked you to give him a lap dance. You probably wouldn't be opposed to it, though.

He raises his eyebrows before nodding. "Deal."

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As you shut the door of the bathroom, Sylus slowly sneaks his way into your bedroom. Actually, it’s not sneaking in if you left the door open, right?

However, he's not a creep who uses this opportunity to go through your underwear drawer. No, he goes straight to your vanity and takes a sniff of every fancy looking perfume, remembering almost every single scent and occasion you wore them on.

The water stopped running in the bathroom. He needs to wrap this up. There's one more bottle, the printed logo and letters worn out, almost empty. He chuckles, as he wonders if this is the one since you're running low and want him to replace it. You could've just asked him to and he'd get you ten more.

His eyes roll back as the ambrosial scent hits his nose. That's it, that's the one. Oh, how he adores it. It smells intoxicating when it's on you. And you're wearing it tonight, him catching a hint of it when you met up and he had to fight every fiber in his body not to bury his face in your neck, taking in your perfume and the feel of your soft skin.

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At the doorway of Sylus' bedroom, you stare at the pole installed in the middle of the room. When he said to take the now stain-free shirt to his bedroom, you thought it was odd since, well - why would you go into his bedroom? The last time you were here, was to search for that brooch and he kicked you out every time. Except for the last time, when you succeeded in finding it, the moments on his bed that you fantasize more often than you'd like to admit, where you wish it led to something more.

"You know you're allowed to enter?" Sylus' teasing voice appears behind you.

You peer at him over your shoulder "You already have the pole installed? Without even getting the perfume first?" After all, it's only been a few days since you last saw him, and when you gave him the challenge.

"Take a better look, sweetie." He nods in the direction of the desk.

You take a step inside to get a closer look, with Sylus trailing behind you to stand next to you. Of course, there it is - the bottle of your favorite perfume waiting for you. Sylus smirks in self-satisfaction as your face is too easy to read now, you can't lie your way out of this.

Nor do you want to.

"Well," Sylus gestures towards the bed, "I took the liberty of ordering some outfits for you."

You then eye the clothes that you didn't notice earlier, gawking at the stunning pieces that ranged from coverage to more provocative, and all in your favorite colors.

You turn to him, eyes wide "I - " You don't even know what to say - you want to thank him, but at the same time you didn't expect him to do all this. You know that he is as generous as he is wealthy, but his thoughtfulness always catches you off guard. One of the main reasons why you like him so much.

He chuckles at your cute reaction and pats your head. Then he takes the shirt that was still in your hands and walks towards the door. "I'll give you half an hour to pick out an outfit and warm up."

"Wha - ?"

He shuts the door behind him.

Fuck.

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You took more time trying on your new pole outfits than warming up, leaving you with only five minutes to frantically pack them in an empty box you assumed was for the clothes, and to actually warm up. There was nothing underneath the skimpy outfit you picked out, since you had to get rid of your underwear that was ruining the look. There were even some heels waiting for you, and even though you didn't have to wear them, you couldn't resist. You put some of your favorite perfume on, of course, and in the middle of the brief warm-up you thought of one more detail.

There's a soft knock on the door and you frantically exit Sylus' closet, almost tripping in your high heels as you go back to the pole.

Sylus enters the room and you can see that he's stunned for a brief second, as he sees you wearing heels and one of his silk robes.

He closes the door behind him and comments with an amused smile "I don't remember displaying my robe on the bed."

You fidget the soft fabric of the belt, trying to ignore the thumping of your heart as the reality of the situation is starting to settle in. The pole next to you, Sylus asking you which playlist he should play, your nose picking up the familiar scent of his fabric softener.

You must've looked like a deer in headlights, because Sylus' concerned frown as he calls your name snaps you back to reality.

"Are you okay? You don't really have to do this -."

"No, I'm fine!" You clear your throat, steeling your resolve. You want to do this. "I was just trying to remember the song..." You grab your phone and hand it over to him to connect it with the stereo and go back to wait by the pole.

You may have fantasized about dancing for him more than you'd like to admit - and not just in these few days since you last saw him. You also may have more than one song that reminds you of him and that you created choreographies for.

While setting up, Sylus sits down on the sofa in front of you.

He can feel your eyes on him.

"What?" He asks, still setting up.

“Nothing.” You look away and do some of the last warm up moves. You wanted to jokingly ask if he expected a lap dance, but you chickened out. The deal was for you to just show off some of your pole dance moves, that’s it. No striptease, no lap dancing…

You collect the courage to make the joke anyway, but just as you open your mouth the first notes of the song you picked out hit your ears.

He puts your phone away and makes himself comfortable in his seat - legs spread, hands resting on his thighs, lips pulled in that smirk, his eyes fully focused on you.

So you give him your most confident-looking smile, grab the pole with one hand and start walking around it. You drag the platforms of your shoes across the floor, just gliding around before getting into the show-off moves. Your movements are fluid, making it looks so easy - from spinning around to air walking. The music and the dancing soothe your anxiety and lift your mood. You know you look good. After a few spins, the silk robe starts getting in the way. With your back turned to him, your hands untie the belt and slide the robe off your shoulders. You look back at him with a playful grin, and you can't help but feel smug at how immersed he is in your performance, one arm now resting on the backrest, eyes raking over your whole body and face, anticipating your next move.

The robe slips off completely and you toss it away somewhere. You feel your cheeks heat up as the air hits your newly exposed skin. This is the first time you've showed so much of yourself to Sylus, and you couldn't help but feel a little shy. But then you see him shifting in his seat, face a little more serious, the attention giving you butterflies. With so much of your skin exposed, you show off some of the advanced moves, and you feel a new boost of confidence. You know it’s stunning - the way you look in your revealing outfit and how you perform these moves with ease.

The other half of the song starts playing, and you decide to shift from the pole to the floor. Fixing your gaze to the side, on Sylus, you go down on all floors, slowly gliding your upper body, your butt propped up, giving him a perfect view of your silhouette. Red eyes follow every step and take in your expressions that go from focused to playful and a little flirty.

Maybe more flirty than you realize.

You lie on your back, lifting your legs and move your hips side to side, making slow waves with your legs. With every next move, you're bolder, more provocative, locking eyes with him as you move.

In the brief silence between the songs, Sylus chuckles "Is that all, kitten?"

You know he's teasing. After all the time you spent together, some of them literally tied to each other, you know how to recognize the slight differences in his tone.

You know how to tease too. Smiling mischievously, you get on all fours, back arched, and slowly crawl towards him, cat style.

Sylus' lips stretch into a half grin as he watches you close the distance, with you now on your knees by his feet. He loved every second of your performance, his admiration for you only growing, always unconsciously proving to him that you are worth every second of his time and every bit of effort to be more patient. But every moment of that performance made his patience run thin. The craving, the need for you – it’s starting to overtake him. The sensual moves, the most provocative outfit he picked out but thought he was pushing his luck with, they made your body, made you, irresistible. He needed to deflect. He loves teasing you because your reactions are always so cute and amusing. He expected a pout or a snarky comment but instead you started crawling towards him and-

You graze your hands over his thighs, feeling the muscles under the fabric of his pants twitch with your touch and stopping just around his hips. Then, you gracefully stood up and turned around, arching your back and moving your hips to the rhythm, giving him a nice view of your butt. As you look over your shoulder, you have to bite back a self-satisfied grin when you catch his gaze raking over your body, not being subtle about it at all. You turn to face him, hands grabbing onto his shoulders as you position yourself to kneel over him, and with every fiber in your body, you fight the urge to just sit on his crotch, to feel if he's hard at all. So you lean back, arms behind your back and holding onto his thighs as you stretch your torso and you roll your hips, your eyes locked with his.

With the second song almost over, you lean towards him, your lips tickling his earlobe, your eyes catching the goosebumps on the skin of his neck and the redness on his ear. "I guess this is all I got."

And just when you're about to push yourself off the sofa, Sylus' strong hands grab you by the hips, pressing them down on his clothed erection, a yelp escaping your lips upon contact.

"Are you sure?" His red eyes, illuminated by the low lights of his bedroom, are on you, lidded with lust.

Just a bit more.

You sigh innocently and avert your gaze, resting your arms on his shoulders, your hips moving lazily over the rock hard erection, earning a choked grunt from the man under you, his hands gripping the soft flesh of your hips and butt.

"Well..." You trail off, steadying your breathing as arousal started rapidly coursing through your body, making your mouth dry and pussy wet. "I think - !?"

Sylus' hand wraps around your jaw, making you look back at him. His lips are parted, cheeks flushed, and you don't think you've ever seen his eyes looking at you with such intensity.

Out of breath, he asks you, "Can I kiss you?"

"Y-yes."

His lips take yours in a searing kiss, the hand on your hip trailing over your back and pressing between your shoulder blades, while the hand on your jaw finds its way to the back of your head. It feels like an out of body experience to finally kiss Sylus, to feel his soft lips you've been eyeing for so long, to bury your fingers in his silver hair, to taste mint and red wine on his tongue, to feel the pulse on his neck under your hand. Your clothed pussy was fluttering, desperate for some attention, so you started moving your hips again, grinding against him, drawing out a low groan from the man.

"If you keep doing that I can't hold back any longer." He warns in a low voice against your lips.

You take his 'warning' seriously and suddenly sit up, kneeling above his lap once again. A flash of confusion (or disappointment) on Sylus' face gets quickly overwritten with surprise, followed by a cocky grin as your hands go to his belt.

He puts his hands over yours, making you look back at his eyes that softened a little. "Are you sure?"

You nod and try to shift your attention back to his belt, but he grabs your chin, his face a breath away from yours. "I need you to use your words, kitten."

You swallow thickly, the blood rushing under your cheeks and ears "Yes, I can't wait anymore."

Sylus gives you one more breathtaking kiss before he opens his belt and unzips his pants, hissing in relief as his hard cock is freed from his underwear. Your eyes widen as they stare at the sheer size of it, your pussy fluttering in anticipation.

You move the bottoms of your outfit to the side, making him groan as he catches the sight of your naked pussy lips, "Fuck, you had nothing underneath this whole time? You'll be the death of me."

Your chuckle is replaced by a soft whimper as he grabs his cock by the base and guides you by grabbing your hip, the tip sliding along your wet folds, grazing your clit. It slides right against your entrance, dipping in and out of your hole, each time a little deeper, before the tip is fully inside and you're already seeing stars. Now both his hands are on your hips, slowly guiding you down as he watches your face intently, a single drop of sweat sliding down his temple.

"You can take it, pretty girl." He chokes back a groan as your walls squeeze around him as he enters you deeper. It takes him every last bit of restraint not to thrust up into you and fuck you senseless.

He rubs soothing circles on your bud, making your legs twitch, the stretch of his dick already stimulating enough to send you over the edge. With a few shallow pumps, he fully enters you.

"That's it, you're doing so good." Pulling you into a tight embrace, his lips find yours, teeth nipping and tongue licking your bottom lip before he trails over your jaw to the sensitive skin of your neck. Holding onto his broad shoulders and nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, you slowly start moving your hips, sweat starting to drip from your back and your chest. He takes off your top, leaving you with only your bottom and the heels on your feet, while he's still fully clothed as you ride him. His tongue drags over between your breasts, drinking up your sweat, his lips then latching onto your pebbled nipple while his fingers play with the other one.

Your sensitive swollen clit keeps rubbing against his pelvis, as you roll your hips on his length.

Sylus hisses against your breast, "You're squeezing me so tight." He grabs you by the back of your neck, his face now close to yours. With his other hand squeezing your butt cheek, his hips thrust up, meeting your pace. "You gonna cum, darling?"

You can only mewl and nod in response. He notices your leg muscles shaking and hips staggering in their movement.

"Let me take over." He knows you're getting tired, but too lost in pleasure and probably too proud to admit it. He slides further down in his seat, letting your body rest completely on top of him. He holds onto your ass in a bruising grip, holding your hips in place as he starts vigorously thrusting up, the blunt tip hitting all the right places and the base and pelvis hitting your clit over and over until you're a panting moaning mess on top of him. His teeth latch onto the flesh between your neck and shoulder as your intoxicating smell, your voice, and pulsing cunt bring him closer to cumming too.

Just when you're about to come down from your high, Sylus suddenly sits up and throws a pillow from the sofa onto the floor.

"Hold onto me." He instructs and you do as you're told, wrapping your arms and legs around him, allowing him to, as gently as possible, lay you onto the floor with the pillow under your head.

He adjusts himself between your legs and continues the relentless pounding. The view on top of you makes your pussy flutter again - strands of his silver hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, lust dazed eyes fixed on you, pupils dilated you can barely see the ruby red irises, wide shoulders and his whole fucking hot face and body you could stare at forever. But you need to feel his weight on your body.

As if reading your mind, he lies down completely on top of you, using one elbow for support while the other arm sneaks behind you and grabs your butt. "I'm so fucking close." He grunts against your lips, but you're too lost in pleasure to say anything back, only moaning and burying your face in his shoulder as your walls clench around his throbbing dick, the pressure of another orgasm building up.

The hand moves to grab your face, thumb tracing over your cheekbone, the gentle touch contrasting with his ruthless hips, "Let me see you, darling." His voice is both soft and strained.

You're the first one to break the eye contact as another orgasm crashes through you. Sylus' orgasm comes only seconds later, enhancing the intensity as his twitching cock spurts hot liquid inside your pussy.

With the last lazy rolling of his hips, you come down from your own highs, foreheads pressed together as both of you catch your breath. He gives you a soft kiss on the lips, and then just gazes at you with a tenderness you haven't seen before. His fingertips trace over the features of your face. "I hope you can spend the night here."

Of course, you accept the offer. And of course, you didn't sleep at all that night.

[miupow]

──★ BAD DOG !

★ pairing。choi beomgyu x fem!reader genre。⧼ 📖 ⧽ smut , pwp warnings。minors do not interact! est. relationship , sub!beomgyu , pet play , furnature fucking , cumshot , breeding kink , oral (f. rec) , collar and leash , dirty talk , degredation and humiliation kink , praise kink , pet names , facials , squirting , creampie mentions , mommy kink , cum eating mention

★ synopsis。you can't help but please your puppy, even when he's being punished.

a/n ⸝⸝ rewritten work inspired by a thought written by @tigerhoshibby with her permission. i haven't written any sub!idol content in such a long while... excited to finally get back into the game. [ 1. 2k words ] ⸝⸝ [ m. list ]

beomgyu’s eyes brim with tears as he kneels on the floor between your legs, his shaking hands gripping tight onto your plush thighs. you looked down your nose at him, pouting and squirming beneath you as you lounged languidly on the couch, leather collar pulled tight around his neck and catching at his bobbing adam’s apple– another sharp tug of the leash wrapped in your hand makes him whine, unable to pull himself forward and meet you where he wants you the most. “dumb mutt can’t control his dick,” you spit with a sick grin, giggling at the way beomgyu’s breath hitches, “did you just cum from eating some pussy?”

pearly white strings of cum covered his belly and thighs, his cock flushed a deep shade of pink and still rutting mindlessly against the ruined couch cushion underneath him. your own arousal dripped from his lips and chin as beomgyu pants like a dog, slack jawed with his tongue out, those teary eyes blown wide and fixated on your wet pussy. he struggles against the pull of the leash, desperate to dive his head back in between your thighs, a pathetic whimper slipping from his swollen lips when his collar cuts off his breathing, choking him. you watch in sick delight as his cock twitches.

“now look at you getting hard again just from me being mean to you!” you jeer, “disgusting dog, fucking the furnature like some bitch in heat. i bet you want to cum again, don’t you?”

beomgyu’s desperate gaze snaps to yours and he nods his head vigorously, his hips bucking hard against the cushion. a thick bead of precum leaks from the tip of his cock.

“good boys use their words.”

“yes, yes, please–” he whines shakily, voice rough from disuse. “please, please can I cum?”

you pat his head tenderly, running your fingers through his long hair; he arches into your touch like he’s been starved of it, a pretty moan escaping from deep in his chest. a false sense of safety. “where do you want to cum, puppy?” you ask sweetly, the sudden switch in your tone sending beomgyu reeling. 

“i-inside, please, wanna give you my pups,” 

“dumb dog wants to breed like it’s instinct?” you glance at the creamy mess coating beomgyu’s tan skin, faking a sympathetic pout. “but you wasted all your cum, there’s not enough to fill me up…”

you both knew you were full of shit, beomgyu could cum over and over for hours– but in his current headspace he hung onto every word you spat at him, his cries growing louder and louder as your grip on his leash loosened. poor thing, already fucked stupid without even getting his dick wet; you finally drop your hold on him, letting him dive down and press his face against your cunt, his pleas for another release muffled by your swollen pussy lips. 

you sigh in pleasure as beomgyu’s tongue works at your engorged clit, his big brown eyes looking up at you from between your legs. “i’ll let you cum, beomie.” you hiss, reaching for a fistful of his hair to tug. “if you follow my orders.”

“anything, i’ll do anything,” beomgyu begs against your pussy, lapping at your juices as if he was drinking ambrosia.

“i want you to keep humping that cushion like the dog you are. go ahead and ruin it some more, and maybe i’ll forgive you for being such a bad dog.” your voice was far too gentle for your vulgar words, venom disguised as sweet honey. 

beomgyu shakes his head, his glassy tears threatening to overflow sending a sharp shock of arousal up your spine. “nuh uh, wanna cum in you–”

“sorry pup, I already told you there’s not enough.” you lie again. beomgyu presses himself further into your heat, crying out when his oversensitive cockhead brushes the rough fabric of the cushion. 

“i don’t wanna, mommy, please!” he warbles.

“i said no, baby. either cum on the cushion or not at all.” you scratch at his scalp gently, causing him to shiver– he can’t escape the growing need to obey, such an obedient pet even when he’s being bad. slowly and uncoordinated, he rocks his hips back and forth against the cushion, thrusting his tongue into your fluttering hole to cover up his pathetic sobs. his cock throbs an angry red, velvety skin pulsing obscenely as he falls into an unsteady rhythm. every thrust against the cushion makes him cry more and more, so good yet so painful all at once. the friction burns on the underside of his shaft, his weepy fat tip, your poor pet unable to hide his masochistic pleasure as he hiccups pitifully, whines and begs to be touched while he eats your pussy so deliciously. his tears finally fall down his flushed cheeks, and the sight of him so debauched is almost difficult to look at with the way it makes your cunt throb around his tongue. “good boy,” you praise in a whisper, tugging at his hair, watching how he digs his nails deep into the cushion to keep himself from touching without permission. “such a good pup.”

his hips pick up speed, erratic and rough against the cushion, a telltale sign that he was close. he pulls his face out from between your thighs just enough to clearly and properly beg; “please, mommy, i’m gonna cum, don’t wanna cum, let me fuck you, let me cum inside, please–”

you had half the mind to give in to his wishes– you knew he wouldn’t last a few seconds once he was inside of you, his cock swallowed by your warm gummy walls, immediately shooting what was left of his hot cum deep into your pussy… but he was just so cute when you didn't give him what he wanted

“no, mutt. Be a good boy and make a mess on the couch. better make me cum too.”

“mommy, no–” he sobs, reduced down to nothing but a dog doing tricks to impress it’s owner; yet he revels in it, the humiliation of it, and it just brings him closer and closer to spilling his seed everywhere. his cute pink cockhead pokes out with every one of his thrusts forward, leaking a steady stream of precum that does barely anything to aid in the slide. 

he doubles his efforts on your pussy, hot mouth sucking perfectly against your most sensitive spots as you rode his face, throwing your head back with a sharp cry when the ever-growing knot in your belly snaps and you squirt all over beomgyu’s crying face. your orgasm triggers his own, his moan just short of a scream as his tip starts spewing thick ropes of cum everywhere, across the cushion, the floor, and the front of the couch. some of it even lands on your legs, thighs shaking as you ride out your high on his button nose.

“bad dog!” you chastise gleefully once you’ve recovered enough to speak, beomgyu still shaking from the aftershocks as he nuzzles against your thigh. He glances up at you in confusion and surprise. “you made an even bigger mess than before. got your nasty cum everywhere… now lick it up.” 

[aryxchse]

who did this to you? | percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.

a / n : didn't wrote about my husband in a long time now

warnings : blood mentioning, passing out, dark-ish percy, cursing, enemies to lovers, book percy is my babe fr

percy was never the guy who judged the book by it's cover.

he had every type of friends. clarisse, who was the daughter of ares, the second god he despised the most. annabeth, which was his father's arch nemesis athena's daughter. thalia, the girl he couldn't get along at the first but realised they were same in different fonts, which was the daughter of zeus. also the arch nemesis of his father.

he loved his friends deeply. he was loyal to them to death and he always believed that they weren't their parents. until he met you.

you were the daughter of.. well.. hera. ranking the first in his 'i-would've-killed-if-i-had-the-power.' list. and ares with a red marker under her.

the moment you felt his judgy and awkward aura around you, you decided that you should hate him. you tried to love him, which was easy, believe me. but you always thought he hated you too, so you get along with it.

percy jackson never hated you. he was just scared from you. scared from the way you sometimes did acted like your mother. and if you would've turned out like her some day.

but you never did. you were always the same gentle, sweet, caring and motherly girl. at least to others. percy jackson was just keeping up with your attitude, the attitude he created unknowingly.

until one day, you came back to argo ii from your quest with jason and annabeth, all bruised up. jason was carrying you on his back while annabeth held your hand tightly, tears perking in her eyes.

"percy, hazel, everyone! come here please!" annabeth shouted as jason put you down gently. you rested your back to some wood wall that you didn't recognised at the moment. annabeth still held your hand, and you smiled. blood running down from your lip. "annie, m' okay." you mumbled, squezzing the girls hand.

"don't talk love," annabeth caressed your hair as the others rushed up to the main deck. hazel rushed to your side, giving you some ambrosia.

"what happened?" you heard percy ask, voice weirdly shaking. you closed your eyes and the sun suddenly was gone with someone's shadow. "hey, y/n, look at me," someone cupped your face. you slowly opened your eyes and saw percy staring at you. he had that worried face you loved so much, but never saw directed to you until now.

"who did this to you?" he asked, also looking at annabeth and jason. "who did this to her, jason? annabeth?" he asked them. you heard jason sigh.

you heard some mumbles coming from jason before you fell asleep, too tired to keep staying up.

when you woke up, someone was holding your hand. it was annabeth, who smiled the moment she saw you woken up. you smiled back, warming up with her caring behavior. "hey annie."

"hey sweetie," she said, getting up from the chair and sitting next to you on the bed. "how are you feeling?"

"great," you answered. and you did feel great. you were all bandaged and the ambrosia you ate earlier gave you energy. "what happened after i passed out? what happened to the monster?"

annabeth had a grin on her face that you saw only in special occasions. shipping kinda occasions. "well, after jason told everything that happened to percy- you remember he's asking you who did it right?" she asked.

"yeah, yeah i do. the last thing i heard was jason mumbling," you explained and she nodded. "after percy finding out who did it, and you passing out at the moment, he uh.. destroyed the monster. yeah, i think that's the perfect word for it."

she giggle at the shocked expression on your face. "i don't think the monster will reborn even, that's how crazy he went."

annabeth caressed your hair, the gentle expression she usually had coming back. "aside from the jokes, he's really worried about you. you passing out did not helped him. i could send him here, if you want."

"that would be wonderful annie," you finally managed to whisper, smiling at the girl. she returned the smile and gave your hand one last squeeze before getting out from your quarter.

not so after, percy ran into your room and closed the door behind him. "thank gods," he whispered, rushing to you. he embaced you in a hug that could easly broke someone's ribs. but you only chuckled, hugging his neck. "hello shark boy, missed me?"

you meant this question to be a joke to wipe away the awkward sitiuation between you two, but he seemed to get this seriously. "so much." he whispered into your neck, caressing your hair gently. "thought i lost you for a sec, pretty."

the pretty was new. he called you many things, not mean ones of course, but many things. the pretty was new, and it wasn't meant to annoy you. this was new too.

"nah, you're not getting away from me that easy jackson." you chuckled, inhaling his scent. the first time you actually hugged him, and finally find out what was the fuss about his hugs. they were the best. the ones that made you feel safe from everything, even from your thoughts.

"i know, it was stupid of me. i should've guessed the y/n i know wouldn't leave that easly." he finally pulled away, quickly wiping his face with the back of his hand. was he crying?

"hey perce," you finally looked at his eyes. he never saw this soft expression on you, at least not looking at his way. at that moment, he was scared of what he could do to see you looking at him like that all the time.

"yeah?" he asked gently, holding your hands in his. you thought you should return the care, so you caressed his hands with your thumbs.

"thank you." you said. "for, in annabeth's words, destroying that monster. and for getting worried about me."

he smiled. a geniune smile you only saw giving to his friends. "anytime angel, would fight the gods for you." he said, looking at you with puppy eyes.

"i'm sorry for acting like the way i did," you said, ignoring the butterlies dancing in your stomach. "thought you hated me."

"hate you?" he shouted a bit, squeezing your hands. "i never hated you. i thought you hated me."

"i did!" you bluntly said, and that earned a chuckle from him. "because you judged me because of my mother!"

"no! i swear i didn't mean that to happen," he said quickly, sitting close to you. "i was just scared you'd be all.. mean like your mother. but i realised you weren't and i was so late to fix everything. you were already hating me."

you only sighed, and looked at your intertwined hands. it made you touch your foreheads, and he leaned to you gladly. "i was so scared i lost you before i even made it up." he whispered.

"don't worry, i'd haunt you." you laughed, and he laughed along with you.

you pulled away your one hand to caress his cheek, which he accepted the touch happily. his gaze suddenly flickered to your lips, and the next second he was leaning in.

"would you like to know another fact?" he said, grinning like a devil. you nervously smiled, thumb caressing his jawline. "what?"

"i wanted to kiss you for a sickingly long time now," he said quietly, leaning in until your nose touched. you prayed to every olympian that he wouldnt hear your heartbeat, beating crazy inside your ribs.

"yeah? i knew you had a thing for me," you teased, holding his chin in your fingers. he only continued grinning, his breath hitting your lips. "you were stupidly obvious about it."

"i don't give a single fuck," he breathed out before smashing his lips onto yours, eagerly kissing you. his hands cupped your face and you gripped his shirt.

the kiss felt like it was bound to happen. like it was a prophecy becoming true. you secretly knew this would happen eventually, because he indeed was stupidly obvious about his feelings. you always thought percy jackson hated you, but everytime you turned your head, he would be there. standing by your side.

you pulled away only to breath, lips still few inches away. "i had a thing for you too, if you couldn't tell." you chuckled. he let out a breathless laugh, annoyingly hot.

"yeah i figured it out," he said. then he finally looked away from your lips to stare deep in your eyes, grinning. "you're stuck with me now angel. prepare yourself to see me everytime, attached to you by the hip."

"when did i never?"

[percyluvr]

Hii can i request a pecry jackson x child of asclepius!reader with percy being the sunshine and reader being the grumpy one... totes a little sucker for a grumpy x sunshine thing

percy jackson x child of asclepius!reader summary: percy is a pain in the ass, but he's your pain in the ass wc: 551

Days in the infirmary tended to be very long and seemed to never end, but today was taking it to a new level. There had been maybe 2 campers in the last 5 hours, and you still weren't allowed to leave, so you just had to sit there and stare at a wall because you were the only healer working today.

You were sitting in a chair, looking out the window and humming when you hear the door open. You turn around and are met with Percy Jackson with a wide smirk on his face. You let out an overdramatic sigh and walk over to him.

"Yes, Percy? What can I help you with today?" You ask, hands on your hips.

"What, can't I just come see my girl every now and then?" He says, putting his hands on your waist and pulling you close to him.

You roll your eyes. "Yes, you can, but not while I'm working," you say, painfully aware of how dumb that sounds with the empty infirmary behind you that you know he's going to point out.

"My deepest apologies, you seem oh-so busy right now, should I come back at a different time?" He jokes, that stupid grin that you love so much coming back to his face.

"Whatever, are you really just here to see me?" You ask.

He presses a kiss to your lips. "While I would love to say yes, I can't because then I'd be lying," he says as he lifts up his shirt to reveal a large cut right under his ribs.

"And you waited to show me this after all of your theatrics?" You ask, shaking your head exasperatedly.

You walk over to the bed, motioning for him to sit down, to which he obliges.

As you're getting supplies out of the drawer, you hear Percy singing the song that you were humming earlier, and without you noticing, a smile appears on your face. Of course, Percy notices, and you'll never hear the end of it.

"Babe, whatcha smilin' about? You like my singing?" He teases.

"Shut up, Percy. I could just leave you there to bleed out and die."

"But you wouldn't, 'cause you love me so much," he says, and unfortunately, you know he's right.

"Whatever."

"I knew it! You love me!" He cheers loudly.

You roll your eyes and bring the gauze and ambrosia to the bed.

"So, care to tell me how this happened?" You asked him.

"Well, m'lady. I was fighting another one of your suitors, so I could win your eternal love," he jokes.

"Yeah yeah, I'm serious. What happened?"

"Who says I'm not being serious?"

"Percy, please. We are not in medieval Europe."

"But maybe we are. Who's to say for sure?"

"We live in America."

"Maybe America is a code word for Europe. Conspiracy," he whispers, wide-eyed.

"What the hell are you even talking about?"

Percy bursts out laughing. "I don't even know."

"Thought so," you say, finishing wrapping his cut. "There, you're all good now. Be more careful," you tell him.

"Awww, you're so sweet. You care about my wellbeing," he coos.

"We're literally dating."

"You're right, that's why I get to do this," he says right before kissing you.

You smile into the kiss. Percy really was something else.

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Edward Scissorhands x Reader

On her quest to make at least one sale for the day, Avon lady Peg cautiously steps into the eerie mansion of a known inventor. She soon learns that it has long been devoid of life, with the exception of Edward, a synthetic human creation left unfinished. She returns to the bright suburbs accompanied by the poor young man, earning the curious stares of the bystanders. Among the colorful houses, however, Edward spots a gloomy dwelling that the neighbors seem to avoid. Who is the mysterious occupant?

Winner of the Halloween Poll! A short gothic romance in the style of Tim Burton, where two outsiders find solace in each other.

[Horror Masterlist]

The light yellow car slows down as it reaches the driveway and the engine stops. Peg makes her way out and hurries over to the passenger side, keys dangling between her fingers. She helps Edward out once she sees him awkwardly shuffling in the seat, unsure of his next step.

"You'll love it here. I just know it."

The woman hastily closes the door behind the tall, peculiar visitor. She places a gentle hand on his back and guides him down the asphalted path. 

Edward's gaze briefly wanders further into the street. The houses are slithering along neatly, their vivid colors somewhat tiring to his unaccustomed eyes. Yet one of them sticks out. Strangely enough, it reminds him of home. A rusty iron fence surrounds the property, and patches of lush, unkempt vegetation creep through the bars. The walls are dark and crooked and the black tiled roof casts a shadow over the entire abode.  

"Who lives there?" The question escapes his lips almost unconsciously. 

Peg follows his gaze, eager to introduce the area to him. Once she settles on the source of his inquiry, her smile falters for a second.

"Oh, my. That's, well..." she lets out a forced laugh and encourages him to continue walking. "I'm glad you're already so curious, Edward dear. You'll get to know everyone soon, don't worry about it."

One more push and the guest has securely entered the house. As she prepares to twist the knob into a lock, she peeks out for the last time, surveying the surroundings with mild worry. A neighbor is walking their dog, whistling in the distance. As they approach the mysterious building, the animal begins to bark and the owner scurries to the other side of the street. 

"He's so...strange!" one housewife exclaims, sipping on her lemonade.

Joyce is biting the temple tips of her sunglasses as she carefully inspects the dark haired man, currently using his sharp, spear fingers as barbecue skewers. She's batting her long eyelashes, entranced. She does like her men on the enigmatic side. In fact, she might just have a word with him. She folds the sunglasses and hangs them by the collar of her low-cut blouse. Of course, she doesn't forget her famous ambrosia salad as she departs from the rest of the fidgeting women. 

"Ed, darling. You must try out my signature dish!" she daintily holds up a spoon and attempts to feed the pale newcomer. 

He cautiously opens his mouth, unsure of how else to respond to the gesture. He tries to find Peg within the crowd, hoping she'll give him a new task away from this uncomfortably touchy person. And as luck would have it, his savior has come to the rescue. Peg doesn't hesitate to pull Edward away, cheerfully mumbling a domestic excuse. 

Once freed from the shackles of awkward social interactions, the man tiptoes his way out of the yard and down the street. He doesn't like the constant murmur of people talking. He doesn't understand the jokes, the loud laughs, the complicit slaps on the back. He feels as if he's on the other side of a glass window, separated from an audience demanding cooperation despite him only being able to discern muffled, discontinued meaning. 

None of this was mentioned in the Etiquette book. Or perhaps it has always been there, and the Inventor never got to the specific chapter. Died lamentably before he could explain how one navigates neighborhood BBQ parties.

Edward's step is clumsy and he doesn't have a particular direction in mind. In his scattered daze he nearly trips over something and turns around apologetically. You're sitting on the ground, resting against the fence. The book you were reading is now thrown aside, as you're too busy massaging the ankle that just got kicked by the sudden intruder. You look up, ready to scold the responsible airhead, but your eyes stop on an eccentric feature that catches your attention. 

"What happened to your hands?"

You're a little embarrassed by your unexpected, tactless curiosity. The man seems entirely unfazed, however.

"They weren't finished. I'm incomplete."

"Hmm. Isn't everyone?" 

Edward considers the question and recalls the people he's met so far. Peg and her husband. Joyce. The children. 

"But they don't look unfinished. They have all the body parts."

You chuckle slightly at the literal observation. 

"Well, you can't check them on the inside, can you? Most people have missing parts. Or broken ones."

"Where would you get it fixed, then?" Edward is startled by this new discovery. 

"You learn to fix it yourself. Otherwise it just stays like that, maybe forever."

He lifts his hands and stares at them. Is he going to be like this forever, too? He hasn't pondered the concept of time much before Peg had found him. Yet now, 'forever' feels unsettling. 

"Do your hands bother you that much?"

Edward doesn't know how to reply. He wishes he could resemble everyone else, that much is true. Then people wouldn't stare. And they wouldn't be afraid. As he mulls over the right words, he suddenly becomes aware of his surroundings. It's the house he noticed earlier, when he first arrived here. Which means...

He examines the person before him. They, too, look complete. So why?

"Why does everyone avoid this place?" He remembers the gathering he just left. "You weren't at the neighborhood party either. I thought all neighbors will show up."

"I was never invited."

"Why?"

You shrug.

"You're also not currently attending, are you? Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"I took a break. It's too loud. Can I sit here?"

Before you can answer, he drops himself next to you with a thud. His fingers swish together as he adjusts his posture. 

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. What is your name? I'm Edward."

"Uhh... (Y/N)." You mutter, taken aback by his direct approach. What an odd fellow, you think to yourself.

"Nice to meet you, (Y/N)." As he scans your features again, he feels compelled to add, "You look rather pretty."

A faint blush takes over your face and you twirl your hair in an attempt to hide it. Is he mocking you? You genuinely can't read his intentions. 

"You don't look too bad yourself, Edward. I think the hands add to your charm." You eventually find the confidence to blurt it out, quickly following up with a laugh.

His heart tightens and he almost forgets about his hazardous extremities, having to stop himself from touching his now throbbing chest. He's never malfunctioned before. It doesn't feel like anything is wrong, either. Your comment, for some reason, made him very happy. 

(Y/N). Looking back to everything that happened, he's glad. Maybe he should thank Joyce next time he sees her. He wouldn't have met you otherwise. 

As the sun begins to set, you remind Edward that it's impolite to leave a party for too long. He protests, stating he prefers your company. As flattered as you are, you rephrase it as Peg being worried about his sudden disappearance and he feels bad enough to agree on his early retirement. On the condition he can hang out with you again. Once you guarantee a reunion, he makes his way back home. 

As he lays on Kim's bizarrely fluid mattress, tucked into the layered pastel sheets, Edward is overwhelmed by a strange, unfamiliar warmth. A wide, childish smile is plastered on his face and won't go away. Each time he closes his eyes to fall asleep, he pictures the encounter. (Y/N). It's a nice name, isn't it? He finds it particularly charming. He whispers it out loud in the dark room, as if making sure it's real. Reminding himself you're real. 

He can't properly explain it. It's the same thick window that stands between him and the world, but you're next to him. An outsider. A rejection. The idea that someone else out there shares his struggle has cleansed him of any longing for acceptance. Why bother with a sea of foreign, smudged faces? Peg becomes Joyce, and Joyce fades into Marge, and they all become a generic crowd of smiling pleasantries. It's a funny thing, being among humans. Once he left his old mansion behind, he realized how truly alone he had been. Still, being surrounded by people he could not comprehend made him feel even more lonely. That is the tragedy; sitting at the grand table, empty handed, unseen, unheard. Misunderstood. No one's fault, really. It just happens. But every now and then, if fate so allows, one might just find another starved attendant. With the same glint in their eyes, of someone not belonging. 

Oh, he can't wait to see you again.

It's unusually noisy outside for a late evening and you can't help but glance out the window. That's when you notice the roaring crowd, trampling in a hysterical march of unknown purpose. You have a bad feeling about it. The horned moon leers down at you like a bad omen and you quickly throw a jacket on, sprinting into the street. 

"What's this all about?" you shyly ask the nearest group. 

"Witch!" Esmeralda scowls at you with a pointing finger. 

Peg notices the commotion and runs towards you, completely disregarding the prophetic warnings of the woman. 

"Oh, (Y/N). It's Edward. They..." she sighs, frustrated. "I know I don't have the right to ask you this, but you're his friend. Could you please make sure he's alright?" Her voice is pleading and regretful. 

You nod without saying anything else. Before you turn to leave, you swiftly gesture to Esmeralda, raising your index fingers up and mimicking a devilish look. She gasps and throws her hands together in prayer.

It had to be done. 

Meanwhile, Edward has reached his old mansion and just now stopped in the entrance hall, panting anxiously. He feels nauseous and helpless. It's not that he's being chased by the enraged members of the neighborhood that alarms him. He cannot stand the possibility of not being in your presence ever again. How frightful, how agonizing! He claws at a nearby column in turmoil. 

It can't be, it won't happen. He'll tear his way through the masses if he has to. Oh, what a terrible thought. His Inventor would roll in the grave if he knew the violent ruminations that plague him right now. But if he has no other choice...Would he go as far as taking someone's life if it was for your sake? Well, technically speaking, his sake, really. He wants to see you. He needs to.

Panic slowly creeps through his body. The thoughts are piling up in an erratic hum and he can't find his focus again. He paces back and forth, attempting to recollect himself, but there's an urgency that drowns him in cold sweat. 

"Edward?"

The ringing stops. A switch has been flipped and he snaps his head in the direction of the voice. It's you. Completely spellbound, he extends his hand to touch your face, verifying whether you might be an illusion of his feverish desires instead. The blade pierces your skin, leaving a bright red trail behind. 

"I'm so sorry-" he cries out, realizing his act. 

You softly lower his hand with a reassuring smile. 

"It's just a small cut. Don't worry about it. I think we have more important matters at hand, won't you agree?" you joke as you nudge your head towards the window. 

"I spoke to the police officer on the way here, so we shouldn't have any surprise guests." 

You remove your jacket and throw it over some dusty furniture before climbing up the stairs. Halfway through you briefly stop and urge Edward to join you. He simply nods.

When the issue is settled and everything has been said and done, will you return to your miserable exile? Won't the neighbors become suspicious if you're frequently seen sneaking up the hill? Perhaps even the utmost secrecy won't prolong the visits much. 

And then what?

As he considers the potential scenarios, he becomes increasingly impatient. The joy of your return has been tainted by the impending doom of abandonment. He wishes you'd just stay with him here, forever. 

Once the conclusion has been reached, he lets out a quiet apology. Maybe to you, maybe to the beloved Inventor, maybe even to himself. He inserts a finger into the entrance lock and silently twists it. 

You must forgive him. Or at least try to understand him. He just loves you too much, (Y/N). Is it truly such a hideous crime? To want to keep you safe? If so, he will live with the guilt. But not without you. 

You're home. 

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

◤✞ 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖆

𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉

𝖕𝖚𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 ✞◥

Alucard x female reader

Synopsis : A moment shared between a human, you, and your vampire lover, Alucard, could not go on without a bite or two during a quiet night in your chamber.

Smut : biting, fingering, vampire, blood drinking, in this universe Alucard don't transform the reader for plot purpose, Alucard could be a warning but he's quite soft in this.

1 400 words

Tonight, your lover Alucard, came as usual to your room, easily getting comfortable on your own bed.

The dark haired vampire was laying on his back with his legs spread lazily, your form on his lap.

And it was an understatement to say that no space could be seen between your warm body and his cold one.

« You know, my dear, over the time of our countless...intercourses, I noticed something fascinating. Aren't you curious? », Alucard deeply laughed at the thought of it.

He found himself touching your pulsating neck with his gloved thumb, pressing lightly on an apparent vein, his eyes turning dreamy at the sight of your quickening pulse due to his intimate actions, a menacing smile appearing on his pale figure.

« Well, it seems that when I'm granting you pleasure, your blood is acquiring such an exquisite taste, akin to ambrosia ».

You struggle to breath properly with the presence of Alucard. His scent was everywhere on you, already marking you as his. All you could do was to let his skilled fingers dance across the side of your neck and his gaze exploring the deepest parts of your soul.

After a short moment, Alucard decided to unbutton your brown shirt, exposing half of your cleavage to his hungry red eyes, allowing you to breathe a little easier.

« Are you scared ?, he laugh when he knows he’s wrong, « I should probably say aroused, am I right ? »

You bite your lips in frustration, Alucard always took pleasure in torturing you this way, like a predator with his prey, not giving you what you want - need - the easy way.

Where was the fun in that ?, he thought.

That’s when the dark haired man decided to remove his white glove with the help of his pointy teeth, his hand soon finding its place between your thighs covered in the short skirt from the Hellsing corporation, your little white cotton panties hiding just below it. His pale hand not wasting any time in tearing off the soft garnement, the last wall between you and him. And his smile grew even bigger at your delectable scent.

"Fuck, I can smell your arousal from here", he breathed deeply while his head rested on the cushions behind him for a second.

« Please Alucard, do something, I need… », you stop yourself from finishing your sentence, not wanting to give in to him. But that’s not like the vampire will let that slip.

« Come on, sweet human, if you say it, maybe I’ll indulge you », he whispered, surprisingly sweet in your ear. Not without a little nip at your earlobe, making you hiss quietly at the sensation of his sharp canines.

« I…need you Alucard, please, please do something », you take his hand in yours to place it just on top of your pussy, « I need you here », you looked at him in the eyes, pleading. That’s all he ever wanted, to know that you needed him.

It doesn’t take long for him to slip inside you two of his fingers, already thrusting them at a decent speed, making you gasp at the sudden entrance and letting your fingers grasp tightly his red ribbon and shoulder.

« You really are a good girl when you want to », you can hear him say directly into your ear.

Alas, patience isn’t a virtue that belonged to Alucard, thus the thrusts of his fingers only grow quicker by the seconds, he’s harsh with his movement, his free hand holding you firmly against his figure, not wanting you to move away from him.

Alucard’s mouth doesn’t take long either to glide across your neck, but he doesn’t bite you just yet. No, Alucard has learned over time to savor his meals, but you’re not just a meal to him, you were more than that. He couldn't explain it nor could he comprehend what that feeling was, but the only thing he knew was that you were different for him.

It’s almost like he was teasing himself with your blood, like a long awaited reward that he could only get when you reached your climax. After all, this said reward only grows in taste with wait. Also because he knew for a fact that even behind the innocent facade that you tried to maintain, you relished in the addicting sensation of his fangs breaking your skin to give him what he oh so crave.

Hence, while Alucard is fingering your sweet cunt in the most passionate way, you can feel him licks at your neck in the first place, letting his tongue tracing random patterns on it or just giving it simple licks to display his never ending hunger for you.

When his fingers begin to apply pressure on your sweet spot, he changes to kiss at your throat, whether it be small innocent pecks or open mouth kisses on your skin, giving you a pretty hickey, colors akin to his vibrant eyes.

It’s when he adds a final third finger into you, increasing your pleasure as well as the volume of your moans, that Alucard begins to nip at your skin, eliciting little whines from your throat when his fangs only graze at your sensitive skin, teasing you for the final act soon to come.

Just as Alucard feels you clamp impossibly tight around his fingers, his thumb circles around your clit to make you reach your peak. Your face hidden in the crook of his neck to cry out his name, warning him that you were oh so close. The signal for him to finally get his present.

His hand that was previously digging into your waist moved to grasp your neck firmly yet tenderly in a way, his cold palm wasn’t forceful but was instead here to hold you still.

His lips found their way once again close to your ear, « I can feel you clenching me incredibly hard right now », he laughed darkly at your whining form, « Stop making me wait and come for me, so I can have my well deserved meal », he finished with a toothy grin.

Alucard doesn't need to wait any longer to feel your release coat his fingers while you whimper in his chest, the vampire quickly digging his fangs into your neck harshly, having waiting so long to taste you, was starting to make him impatient, Alucard could finally enjoy this moment at its finest form.

The bite itself brought you a mix of immense pain and pleasure, extending your climax even longer than it already was.

And Alucard clearly didn't want to hold back.

Your blood was slowly falling between the crease of your chest, while Alucard was drinking from you, audibly moaning at your divine taste, his jaw closing a little harder on your neck to get as much from you as possible, drinking the substance like it was some sort of essence giving him life.

Alucard then wondered what his favorite element was when biting you ? Was it the blood itself ? Your peculiar taste ?

Or maybe all the memories that you’ve shared together that were tied to it ? The ones that were appearing in his head while you offered him a part of your soul. Maybe a bit of everything, he would suggest.

After drinking enough of you, Alucard removed himself from your throat with a content sigh, licking clean all the red substance from your skin, and wiping his mouth and cheeks with the back of his red sleeve.

When he regained his senses, you were still shaking a little in his arms due to your intense orgasm. When Alucard saw this, he took your chin in his grasp to make you look at him, gently capturing your face in his hands, looking at you with gentle eyes and kind smile. You were the only person to see this rare side of Alucard.

« You're the first one where I struggle to stop drinking from, the first one to make my resolves crumbles, and the first one that I care about in this world »

With that, the dark haired vampire put his lips on yours, kissing you with so much force and passion that your trembling form eased into his own while Alucard was holding your body close to his.

And at this moment, you could feel that nothing nor anyone could harm you in any way, when his presence around you was this strong.

Author Note : I'm incredibly happy to write for my favorite husband Alucard, I hope I did him justice ❤️ There will be more to come about him, I know I've made him a bit soft in this but hey even tho he's a beast (and we love him for that) it doesn't mean that he can't chill from time to time ;) It's my first smut in a long time so I hope I did good, tell me if I did a mistake somewhere, I'm accepting all feedbacks, and wish that you enjoyed 🩸

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Maybe in Another Life |12|

Pairing: Clarisse La Rue x Hunter of Artemis!Reader

Summary: You are a Hunter of Artemis, but you start to question what you truly want when you meet Clarisse and get to know her.

Warnings: Slight Battle of The Labyrinth Spoilers

Word Count: 3.1k+

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You were in Clarisse’s bathroom finishing setting up everything you’d need to create a rainbow. You had the shower running, Clarisse found a smaller mirror you could use to help reflect that light from the window to the mirror above the sink. It took a few minutes but once everything was positioned properly you pulled out a gold drachma, your last one, and tossed it into the rainbow.

You closed your eyes after a minute, silently hoping this would work. Your eyes snapped open when you heard Thalia’s voice, yelling at some of the other Hunters about how to set up the camp. You let out a shaky breath, the noise seeming to draw Thalia’s attention.

“Holy shit,” she whispered. “You’re alive.”

“Language!” You heard one of your sisters yell. A moment later she popped up through the mist, her eyes widening as soon as she saw you. “Oh, my gods, you’re alive!”

“Get Artemis,” Thalia demanded, your sister instantly took off at the order. “I can’t believe you’re alive, what happened?”

You nodded; you probably shouldn’t have been so surprised at their shock. You knew you had just up and disappeared, but you didn’t think they’d all assume you were dead.

“What’s going on?” Artemis’s voice came, a second later she appeared next to Thalia. She turned, her eyes widening upon seeing you.

“Apologies my goddess,” you rasped out. Your voice suddenly a lot drier than it had previously been. “I did not mean to disappear on you.” You bowed your head slightly.

“What happened?” Artemis asked softly. “We were beginning to think the worst.” Even through the iris message you could see the care and worry in your goddesses’ eyes. The loss of Zoe was still fresh and then you up and disappeared for you didn’t know how long, you were sure it wasn’t easy on Artemis or the Hunters.

“You look like shit,” Thalia said. Artemis quickly shot her a glare and Thalia was quick to mumble an apology. “Seriously, did you like take a shortcut through the underworld?”

“I wish,” you sighed. “I was downtown, picking up the ambrosia and nectar when I saw Clarisse.” Thalia’s widened in shock, but Artemis tilted her head at the unknown person. “She’s a daughter of Ares from camp Half-Blood.”

“The one you’ve been communicating with,” Artemis concluded.

Your entire body tensed up. Artemis knew you were talking to someone from camp you had befriended but she didn’t know much more. You were afraid of her knowing more, if she saw you and Clarisse together, there was no doubt in your mind that she’d pick up on the fact that you had feelings for the other girl. You might not have crossed any lines yet but that didn’t mean Artemis would be forgiving. She could decide Clarisse was a distraction and order you to cut contact with her. Still, you nodded nonetheless, confirming what Artemis already knew.

“She’s the one that’s been missing,” Thalia added. You furrowed your brow at that. You weren’t too surprised that Chiron and the camp knew she was gone but you weren’t sure how Thalia knew. “I talked to Annabeth.” Now that made sense.

“Chiron asked us to keep an eye out for a missing camper,” Artemis said. “He mentioned how they hadn’t met their check-in’s and last he heard from them they were still in the city.”

“How long were we gone?” You asked. You tried processing everything they were telling you. A day or two would be worrisome but not enough to inform others. If Chiron asked Artemis and the Hunters to keep an eye out that meant you had to have been in the labyrinth for a significant amount of time.”

“Three months.” Your eyes widened at that. You were thinking maybe a few weeks at most, not three whole months.

“It only felt like two days,” you mumbled to yourself. Two days in the labyrinth, one night, and yet on the outside world it had been three months.

“You found it,” Thalia whispered, her eyes widening.

Your eyes snapped back up to hers. You shouldn’t have been surprised that she knew about the mission. She talked to Annabeth regularly, they were best friends, she was probably the only person outside of Annabeth, Chiron, and Clarisse to know about it. You slowly nodded your head.

“What were you doing with her?” Artemis asked. “How did you end up in the labyrinth?” You weren’t even surprised that she knew as well, Chiron probably informed her what Clarisse was working on when she went missing.

“I saw Clarisse looking around a hotel across the street from where I was,” you said. “I knew she was on a secret mission but didn’t know what for. After she told me, I suggested searching the basement instead of outside the hotel.”

“You know she was supposed to just find the door not actually enter, right?” Thalia snarked.

You gave Thalia an unamused look. “That wasn’t intentional.” You glanced back to the closed bathroom door, you could hear Clarisse mumbling and moving around as she talked to Chris. “There was a monster, we took cover and it ended up being the door to the labyrinth.”

“Did you learn anything?”

“Yeah, we-” there was a loud bang as if something had been thrown at the bathroom door.

“What was that?”

You kept your attention on the door, ignoring Thalia’s question. There was more banging, and you heard Clarisse yelling. You took a step towards the door, ready to fling it open and help Clarisse with whatever she was dealing with. You waited a second and the banging eventually died down.

“You good?” you called out. You needed to be sure that Clarisse answered you and it hadn’t gotten quite because Chris did something.

“Yeah,” Clarisse called out, though it was muffled through the door.

You let out a shaky breath, looking up to the ceiling. “Sorry,” you said, shaking your head. “We found Chris.”

Thalia furrowed her brow. “Chris, Chris?” she asked. You nodded, watching as her eyes widened. “Chris Rodriguez, Chris?”

“Yeah.”

“Where the hell did you find him?” Thalia gestured with her hands.

“Arizona,” you sighed tiredly. Thalia raised her eyebrows at that. “We followed one of Hephaestus’ mechanical spiders, it led us to the door that got us out of the labyrinth which apparently was in Arizona.” You could only shrug, you were glad they knew about the labyrinth because your words sounded insane.

“And why is he still with you?” Thalia asked hesitantly.

You opened and closed your mouth a few times. You glanced back at the door as if you could see through it, you remembered the look Clarisse had in her eyes upon seeing Chris like that. You didn’t know how close Clarisse and Chris were before his betrayal, she had never mentioned him, but it was clear she cared for him. Getting him back to her house wasn’t easy, he fought the both of you at every turn, but Clarisse had still treated him with kindness. You wanted to just knock him out and drag him back, but she didn’t seem to want to hurt him.

“He’s not right,” you said quietly, looking down at the ground. “I don’t know what happened to him in the labyrinth but whatever it was,” you shook your head, flicking your gaze up to meet Thalia and Artemis’s. “It wasn’t good.”

“I’m glad you’re alright,” Artemis said. “Where are you now?”

“Clarisse’s,” you looked around. “Got lucky it seems, we popped out not to far from her place.”

“We’re camping for the night.”

“Where? I can meet you.” You didn’t want to leave Clarisse so soon after surviving what the two of you just did but you needed to be back with your sisters.

“Rest.” Though Artemis’s tone was soft you couldn’t help but frown. “You look like you need it. We’re leaving at first light, if you leave early morning, we should be able to meet up. You know our usual spot just north of you?”

“Of course,” you nodded. The Hunters always stopped in the same spot if they were passing by. It was a gorgeous natural area, somehow completely secluded and nearly untouched by humans. That was rare to find, and it also happened to be one of the best places to see the stars.

“See you then,” Artemis gave a final nod, then walked away.

You stood there for a moment, staring down at the floor. “Are you okay?” Thalia asked.

You let out a long breath. “The labyrinth…” you shook your head. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Luke might be trying to find a way to make it work for him, but Annabeth needs to be careful with whatever she’s planning.”

Thalia nodded; she was looking off to the side, deep in thought. You didn’t know Annabeth well, you truly only had met her twice, but she was Thalia’s best friend. Thalia didn’t seem thrilled about whatever Annabeth’s plan was. You weren’t sure if Thalia knew all the details about what Annabeth wanted to do but she knew enough and knew Annebeth well enough to be able to guess what her friend’s logic was.

“Do you want me to contact Chiron for you?” Thalia asked after a few seconds.

You shook your head. “Clarisse will,” you sighed. “Once I take over Chris watch.”

“Is he really that bad?”

You nodded. “I’d only ever heard the stories, people losing their mind in the maze, I never imagined it would be like this though.”

Thalia nodded. “I’m glad you’re not dead.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. “It would suck if that not even a year into being Artemis’s lieutenant I lost my second.”

“Had a close call but I don’t intend to die on you.”

Thalia tilted her head at your words, but she didn’t press. You weren’t ready to talk about what happened, you were still processing everything. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you then.” With that you ended the call.

Just as you ended the call you heard more shouting, and stuff being thrown around. You didn’t hesitate this time as you flung open the door and ran out into her bedroom. Your eyes widened at the scene before you. Chris was thrashing around on the bed, reaching for whatever he could get his hands on as Clarisse held him down by the shoulders, trying to pin him. His right hand was still tied, though loose, and he had somehow broken free of the restraint on his left hand.

You rushed forward, ripping the lamp out of Chris’s hand before he could smash it over Clarisse’s head. She glanced at you; eyes wide as they went from you to Chris to the lamp. You nodded at her as you grabbed Chris’s left arm, pushing him harder into the mattress. He was practically foaming at the mouth as he screamed and thrashed around.

You looked at Clarisse until she looked up at you again. “Sorry,” you whispered. She only had time to furrow her brow before you took one of your hands off of Chris and punched him in the face. You didn’t pay attention to Clarisse’s reaction as you punched him in the face two more times, finally knocking him out.

You slumped back, but unable to take your eyes off Chris, you were waiting for him to pop back up and try clawing your eyes out. “We need to restrain him better,” you finally said. “I know you don’t want to hurt him.” You glanced at Clarisse; but her eyes were still on Chris. “But it’s for the best. He could hurt himself or someone else otherwise.” You didn’t move from the side of the bed until Clarisse gave you a nod.

You re-tied and tightened the old fabric Clarisse had torn up to tie Chris to the headboard. You grabbed the extra pieces of fabric and tied them around his ankles then to the posts at the end of the bed. When you were done Clarisse got up from the bed, without a word she began digging through her bag until she pulled out some rope, handing it to you without so much as glancing in your direction. You tied the rope around the fabric as tight as you could without cutting off Chris’s circulation. The rope would hold him in place better, it was stronger, but the fabric underneath it would hopefully prevent it from digging into his wrists when he inevitably woke up and started thrashing around.

“I’m going to contact Chiron,” Clarisse mumbled before heading off to the bathroom.

You decided to plop yourself down in the chair at her desk. You kept an eye on Chris, he twitched every once in a while, like he was in a nightmare, but he didn’t wake up. You couldn’t help but glance around the room, it was like you were getting an inside look at Clarisse’s mind. She had a large stereo on a shelf and her walls were lined with posters, you assumed from bands based on some of them holding instruments. There were also books on famous wars, a few photos and art prints depicting famous battles. There were also weapons littered all over the place, swords and axes hanging form the walls, and daggers lying on table tops and under books.

“How’d it go?” you asked, pushing yourself out of the chair when Clarisse walked out of the bathroom.

“Chiron’s on his way,” Clarisse said. “Maybe he can help,” she glanced at Chris.

“I’m sorry.” You weren’t sure what you were apologizing for. You were sorry someone she clearly cared for was suffering, you were sorry you had to tie him up, you were sorry for being the reason she lost her spear, you were sorry for so much and yet ‘I’m sorry’ didn’t seem to be enough.

“It’s not your fault,” she mumbled, walking up to Chris’s side. She reached out, brushing some hair out of the way that was sticking to his forehead. “I used to have a crush on him.” It was nearly a whisper, but you heard it, you couldn’t help the way your heart dropped at those words. “Before he was a traitor.” She let out a humorless chuckle.

“What?” you couldn’t help but ask.

Clarisse shook her head. “My first crush turned out to be a traitor and my second…”

You dropped your eyes to the floor. Her first crush was a traitor and her second was you, a Hunter, someone she could never be with. “Really know how to pick ’em,” she sighed.

“I’m sure there’s someone out there for you,” you said softly. “And it will be someone that actually deserves you.”

You gave a half smile when you saw a small smile appear on Clarisse’s face, though it was a sad one. “Maybe I’m meant to be alone,” she shrugged.

You shook your head. “I don’t believe that. There’s someone out there that will be everything you desire; they’ll see you for how strong and incredible you truly are.” Clarisse finally looked up at you, meeting your eyes for the first time since you restrained Chris. “The only way you don’t end up with someone is if you decide that’s not what you want.”

Clarisse glanced around her room, avoiding eye contact with you once again, clearly trying to hide her emotions. “I assume you’re leaving,” she abruptly changed the subject.

“In the morning,” you said, allowing the subject change. “Hope it’s okay to crash on your couch.”

“Of course.”

After getting cleaned up and getting some clean clothes from Clarisse, since yours were covered in dirt and blood, you went downstairs to see Clarisse setting out a blanket and pillow for you on the couch. You didn’t know where her mom was and she hadn’t mentioned her, you figured her mom not being home was probably a common thing. It was still light out as you settled in for sleep, but your body was definitely feeling the toll the labyrinth had taken on it. Clarisse volunteered for Chris duty, she was going to sleep in her mom’s room, which was just down the hall, so she would be the closest anyway.

Sleep came easy for you; you didn’t wake up once. When you did wake up the rest of the house was silent, and it was still dark out. You glanced at the clock in the room, seeing it was just before sunrise. As quietly as you could you folded the blanket, sitting it and the pillow on the couch as nicely as you could. Then you grabbed your bag, making sure you had everything, and going through a mental checklist of anything you might need to get before meeting up with the others.

“You leaving?” Clarisse whispered.

You glanced back to see her standing at the bottom of the stairs, you had to give her credit, you hadn’t even heard her walk down the steps. “In a few minutes,” you said, closing up your pack. “Don’t worry, I was going to say goodbye.” You gave her a soft smile as you turned around to fully face her. “How was last night?” you nodded towards the stairs.

“Seems you knocked him out very well.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at that, you hadn’t meant to hit him quite that hard, but you were glad if it meant Clarisse finally got some sleep.

Before anything else could be said there was a knock at the door. You and Clarisse glanced at each other before she cautiously walked to the door. You reached for your bow as she turned the door handle, not relaxing your grip until you saw Chiron walk in.

“I’m glad you’re both okay,” Chiron said. “Where is he?”

“Upstairs,” Clarisse answered, pointing Chiron in the direction. “I’ll be up in a minute.”

You watched as Chiron disappeared up the stairs. You walked over to the front door where Clarisse was still standing. You reached out, brushing your fingers against hers, you were about to pull away when she intertwined your hands.

“He’ll be okay,” you whispered, giving her hand a soft squeeze.

She nodded. “Be safe and keep in touch,” she said, giving your hand a gently squeeze back.

With that you made your way out her front door. You looked back once, watching as she finally closed the door behind you. You truly hoped Chiron would be able to help Chris, no one deserved to be going through what he was. You gave a final look at the house, not sure when you’d see Clarisse again before turning and making your way to the place you’d meet your sisters.

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"Zhongli, I'm ready… I want you."

When you finally uttered those words, there was an immediate change in Zhongli. The once soft and chaste kiss turned into something more passionate, more needy. You could hardly even keep up as it felt like he was enveloping you, his hands running all around your body, pulling you against him. His hands soon trailed down your hips, gripping your plush ass as he lifted you up. He carried you as though you were weightless, kicking open the door to his bedroom without breaking the kiss you two shared.

Zhongli had been the perfect gentleman all this time, but he wasn't sure how long he could hold himself back. You looked so beautiful like this, laying back on his bed as he hovered over you, your hair splayed around your head. You looked like an angel, and part of him wanted to see that pure expression change into something sinful. He's been holding back thoughts of corrupting your innocence for so long, and he couldn't wait to have you.

He leaned down over you, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, grazing your flesh with his teeth. He planned on ravaging every inch of your body tonight, memorizing your sweet taste with his lips. He planned on claiming you as his. He wanted to own you, to take you whenever he wanted.

"Darling… I don't think I can control myself around you… Look me in the eyes and tell me you want this one more time."

"I want you, Zhongli; I'm yours."

He would never get tired of hearing those words, I'm Yours. It was everything he wanted to hear, and he would make sure everyone else in Liyue knew it too. He wasted no time grabbing the top of your dress, yanking down the loose fabric of your sundress down your body, exposing your breasts to him. They were pert and round, fitting in his hands so perfectly. He couldn't help but dip his head down to your chest, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet flesh between your breasts.

"You taste like the sweetest ambrosia, my Love" Zhongli moved to your left breast, gently taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly on it before flicking his tongue across the hard nub. Your sweet moans were like music to him, and he wanted to hear more of them. He wanted to listen to you become a whining mess, begging him to take your body as his own.

You couldn't help the blush on your cheeks as he helped take your dress the rest of the way off, guiding your hips up to pull the fabric down your legs. Now only left in your panties, he could see the wet spot forming on them, which only fueled his lust for you. He was the only one who could make you feel this way, the only one to make your body react to his touches.

He sat on his knees between your slightly spread legs, looking down at your beautiful body as he started to undress. He slowly unbuttoned his black shirt, exposing each inch of his toned chest and abs. There was no time to fold and put away either of your clothes. Instead, he just tossed them somewhere in the room. It wasn't long after he had his pants unbuttoned, standing up from the bed long enough to tug them and his underwear down. It was the first time you had seen a cock, much less one so thick as Zhongli's. Your gawking made him smirk as he slowly climbed back on the bed, caging you against the mattress.

"Don't worry…. I'll make sure you're ready for me."

He kissed your lips sweetly as he ran his hands down your sides, his fingers slipping under the hem of your panties, tugging them down your legs. He ran his hand up and down your thigh, inching closer to your cunt with each pass of his hand. He was teasing you, enjoying the way your breath caught in your throat each time he almost touched you. But not even Zhongli could resist any longer, trailing his hand up to your cunt, running his finger through your slick folds.

He pulled you in for another kiss as he started toying with your clit, rubbing the little nub in slow circles with his thumb. He prodded at your entrance with his middle finger, slowly sliding it into your cunt to his knuckle. Soon after he curled his finger, hitting the sweet spot inside you that sent shivers down your spine. After thousands of years, he was quite the expert, playing your body like it was a violin.

"Feels good?"

You couldn't even respond verbally, just nodding your head. You were so embarrassed that you reacted this way from his finger. But to Zhongli, it was nothing of the sort. Knowing he made you feel so good sent a rush straight to his hard cock. He took his time working his finger inside you, eventually inserting another one, scissoring your cunt open with them. His fingers were enough to have you writhing under him, your sweet moans echoing in the room as you held on to his muscular arms.

"I think you are ready, my love" Zhongli pulled his fingers out of your cunt, looking down at you as he brought them up to his lips. Watching as he sucked your juices off the digits was such a sinful sight. You looked so cute, all doe-eyed and shocked at the view above you… He couldn't wait for a direct taste of your cunt, but you two had all night for that.

He sat up as he lined his cock up with your cunt, running his tip along your folds. His precum mixed with your own juices, and the sight was enough to make Zhongli shiver. He wanted to watch as he slid his cock inside you, your cunt stretching around his length. He took it slow for you, gently pushing the tip inside you, sinking inch by inch into your warm cunt. It was hard not to slam inside you, rip your virginity from you in one fell swoop. But, he loved you too much to give into those thoughts, taking his time till he was entirely inside you.

"Zhongli… It hurts"

He gently shushed you, kissing away the tears that started running down your cheeks. "I know, darling… but I promise it will pass soon." He distracted you with sweet nothings and passionate kisses, distracting you from the pain until you were ready for him. You didn't even have to say anything to him; the look in your eyes was enough for him to know.

He slowly pulled out till just the tip was inside you before slamming back into your hips, both of you moaning loudly. You were in pure bliss as he started thrusting over and over, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. You had such a sinful expression on your face, your mouth hanging open as his name and sweet whines fell from your lips.

This was everything that Zhongli ever wanted. He would never tire of the sight of your face contorted in pleasure, how your body took his cock perfectly like you were made for him. You were his, and nobody would get in the way of that.

He sped up his thrusts until you cried out for him, your nails clawing at his back as you desperately held on to him. It was all so much for your first time, yet it was everything you could have wanted. The way Zhongli looked down at you in pure adoration, the way he made you feel, it was all perfect. You knew you were getting close to your orgasm, the coil in your abdomen growing tighter and tighter until you were crying out Zhongli's name, your orgasm tossing you into pure ecstasy.

Your cunt spasming around Zhongli's cock sent him right over the edge after you. Then, with one final thrust, he buried himself in your cunt, filling your womb with his cum, claiming you as his. He rutted his hips into you throughout both of your orgasms, slowly bringing both of you back down.

Zhongli carefully laid next to you, keeping his cock resting deep within your cunt as he held you close. He gently ran his hand up and down your back, whispering sweet praises. Once you caught your breath, you looked up at him with a sweet smile.

"We should go shower before we get too comfortable.

"Oh, Darling, do you really think we were done yet?"

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You all walk back into one of the Orca’s houses to rest for the night. After the debacle with the Mad Mage and Dryads, you all definitely need it. Marcille has instructed Laois to practice his healing magic while she fixes Ambrosia, and you were the last of the group to be healed. You were holding off on him healing you, claiming you were “fine” and “it’s honestly not that bad.”.

Everyone went off to do their respective tasks and training, while Laios worked on trying to heal you. “Try not to kill her Laios.”Chilchuck jokes as they all exit the room. Laios chuckles nervously as he sits in front of you, the tension in the room thickens as you both look at each other. “No pressure…” You chuckled nervously as your eyes met his.

 “So, where’s your injury?” Laois asks as he looks you over. There was nothing he could physically see.

 At that your back straightens, “L-Laios, you really don’t have to do this. I can ask Marcille to do it later.” He pouts at your dismissal to his help.

“I can do it, I promise you’ll make it out alive …probably.” He jokes to try and relax you, thinking that’s why you were so adamant on him not healing you. 

“Okay…” You sighed knowing you’d regret this. 

“My uh… my injury is on my chest.” You say as you start to loosen your shirt, and look up to meet Laios’s eyes. His face flushes red as he brings his hand up to your chest, his hand trembling. You bring your hand up over his own, to firmly place it over your wound. 

Laios stares deeply into your eyes, you both say nothing for a while. His brown-gold eyes pierce into your soul.You clear your throat once you realize how long you’ve been staring at each other, “Um Laios, I think you're supposed to start now.”

 He jumps, closes his eyes and starts the incantation. As the words filled with magic traveled through his lips, you could feel it flowing through you as Laios chanted. The heat of his hand on your chest, makes your heart race the longer it rests there. You feared that the close proximity would give you away as you tried to focus on staying calm. Your eyes open, they flit down to watch his lips move as he speaks. They roam over his face taking in all his features. If you focused enough you could probably count the freckles that dust across his skin. 

“Stupid”, you think to yourself as you watch him. You’d done the one thing Chilchuck explicitly said not to do. But falling in love with Laios was like breathing, it came naturally. 

Laios opens his eyes and pulls his hand back slowly before looking over where your cut used to be. “H-how does it feel?”

He looks almost shocked by the fact that he’d actually healed you. He runs his pointer finger over the area, and a shiver runs down your spine. He looks up to meet your eyes, his hand still softly caressing over the now scar. “It feels good… a little itchy, but good.” you mutter breathlessly. 

Laios smiles as he looks up to meet your eyes, the distance between you two closes as his finger traces over your scar. “Sorry I haven’t mastered healing it up all the way.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind Laios.” Your hand comes up to rest over his, a soft smile blossoms on your face. A smug look falls over his face at his success and pink hue dusts his cheeks. He starts talking about how proud of himself he is and his shock that he was able to heal everyone. You chuckle as you watch him brag about his victories, and how he can’t wait to show Falin how much he’s learned when they get her back. 

You try to focus as he talks, but your eyes can’t help be trail over his form as he speaks animatedly. The way his muscles flex as he flails them about recounting their run in with the Dryads. The way his lips look as he smiles while talking. 

You interrupt him before he can run off on a tangent. You grab his hands to bring his focus back towards you.

 “Thank you Laios!”, you hug him, which shocks him at first, but then his hands slowly come around your waist to hug you back. You both stay like that for a while, his hands traveling up and down your back. Your arms that are loosely around his neck tighten slightly as your hands tickle the hair at the nape of his neck. 

When you both pull away, your faces are inches away from each other. You can feel his breath tickle your nose as your eyes flit from his own down to his lips. It’s like there’s a mysterious force that brings you both closer together.

“Sweets…” Laios whispers as his lips graze against your own. You don’t know what comes over you, but you close the distance between you and him. A gasp escapes him before he relaxes into the kiss, his hands that were on your waist tighten slightly. His grip pulls you in as the kiss escalates. The feeling of his hands on your waist, stirs something in you. 

His lips were rough against your own softer ones. Your hand slides up until it’s entangled in his soft golden blonde hair. You sigh as you feel the golden tresses of hair in between your fingers. To finally be this close to him, to feel him against you was unimaginable. 

You feel his body shiver as your fingers lightly scrape against his scalp. The kiss was sloppy with inexperience, you both had no idea what you were doing, but you knew one thing.

It felt good and it felt right.

Your noses brush softly against each other as this kiss grows in intensity. 

His hand comes up and his thumb strokes your cheek as you pull apart, his face a bright red. He looks at you in disbelief at what just happened. His breaths come out in huffs as he leans his forehead down to rest against hers, “H-how-…You-.. What?”. You giggle as you catch your breath, not quite meeting his eyes. He grabs your cheeks to pull your face up so that you are looking at him. His eyes filled with a warmth you’ve only seen when he spoke about the monsters he’s encountered.. 

Maybe you aren’t so stupid after all.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dear Y/N

Dearest,

There are no words in any language to accurately express what I feel for you. You are the one who holds my thoughts captive with a single smile or a simple touch. You are my dearest love, my most precious treasure, and without you, my life would be empty and meaningless. Every single day, I thank the Gods that I have the privilege of waking up next to your sweet face. Love doesn't begin to express what I feel for you. You are the very breath in my lungs, the blood pumping through my heart, and my reason for living. I treasure every moment I spend with you and long for the moments when we are apart. You are the light that shines in the darkness of my life. You are the star that guides me, the comfort that soothes my soul. You are the only one that I have ever loved with my entire body and soul, and you will always be the most important person in my world.

I love everything about you. Whether it is your laugh, the way you wrinkle your nose when you're thinking hard, or your tendency to fall asleep on the couch with the TV on, you are the most perfect person in the world to me. You make me feel things that I never thought I could feel before. You give me strength, courage, and a reason to keep going even when I feel like giving up. You are in every thought I have and in every beat of my heart. Your presence brings peace and comfort to my heart, and your very name has the power to light up the darkest depths within me. My love for you knows no bounds and it keeps growing with every passing day. When you're close to me, the world seems to melt away and time itself stands still. Even when we're apart, your smile is always in my thoughts and the sound of your voice is like music to my ears, you are the reason my heart sings. Your warmth and kindness know no limits. You're my safe haven, the one person in this world that I can truly depend on.

Every time you look into my eyes and smile, my heart fills up again. Your laughter is my daily prayer that keeps my faith in love alive. You have the power to make even the most ordinary of days feel like a celebration, and your presence in my life is nothing short of a gift from the heavens. I love you with all my heart, now and for all time. You are the one whom the moon and stars are jealous of, the one with a heart of gold that outshines them all. Whenever you're near, I can't help but smile. Your kisses are like ambrosia on my lips. You make me feel like a hero in the stories; with you by my side, I could conquer any challenge. Even when I'm at my lowest, a single word from you can lift me up. Truly, you are my other half. Your very existence blesses my life in ways that are nearly impossible to describe. Whenever I hold you in my arms, the rest of the world ceases to exist. All that matters is you and me. Your touch ignites a fire within me that can never be extinguished. Every single moment spent with you is a precious gift, and I will spend eternity cherishing each one. Thank you for bringing color, warmth, and joy into my life, my darling.

You are the light that guides me through even the stormiest nights, the voice that calms my fears, and the comfort that brings me solace. Your presence alone is enough to make me feel complete. With every beat of my heart, I love you more and more. You are both my dearest friend and the love of my life. I cherish every moment spent with you and look forward to building a life together. There are no words that can fully express the depth of my love for you but know that it runs as deep as the ocean and as high as the heavens. Your love is a song that continues to play on repeat in my head. Every word you say, every smile, every glance in my direction holds such significance to me that it's nearly impossible to explain. It all fills me to the brim with admiration and joy. I thank the Gods every day for bringing you into my world, and for choosing me to be the one who gets to look upon your beautiful face. With your love, my life has become a symphony.

There is nothing I love more than the sound of your voice as you speak my name. Your presence is like a soothing balm on my soul, bringing comfort and ease to all my worries. The touch of your hand against mine, your embrace… all of it is beyond precious to me. Every single moment spent with you is a gift, something to be treasured and held close to my heart. Your presence has the power to lift me up and make me feel like I'm on top of the world. Your eyes alone hold the power to captivate me and send chills down my spine. The way they seem to peer into my very soul and convey every emotion you feel, it's enough to take my breath away. Every little thing you do, from the way you tilt your head when you're thinking to the way you bite your lip when you're nervous, it all makes my pulse quicken and my heart skips a beat.

I could spend my entire life trying to find the words to describe the love that I feel for you, but I doubt I'd ever come close to doing it justice. As I write this, my mind is filled with thoughts of you -- how beautiful you are, how much you mean to me, and how fortunate I am to hold your heart. So, I will simply end by saying this: thank you. Thank you for existing, being who you are, and for choosing to be the love of my life. You are the beat of my heart and the very air that I breathe. Now and forever.

Your, Tomas Vrbada

[verspia]

—starry night • ky10

( pairing ) kenan yildiz x reader

kenan sneaks you out for a date under the stars

Your heart thuds against your chest, the rapid beat sounds almost violent in your ears in comparison to the silence of the night.

The cool breeze makes you shiver, goosebumps lining your skin from a mix of adrenaline, fear and the wind.

You hesitate at the window, slight unease coloring your thoughts, as you ponder over the risk of seriously injuring yourself from falling, or worse, your parents hearing you try to sneak out.

You look down, and instantly, all rationale leaves your brain when you spot him, a mischievous grin on his face as he looks up at you.

The adoration in his eyes makes you blush, but you’re desperate now, to be in his warm arms as soon as possible.

You make it out somehow, and Kenan cradles you, strong arms helping you find your feet on the ground.

“You good?” His voice is quiet, concern lacing his tone as his eyes scan you over for anything harmful.

You nod at him, smiling shyly as you fiddle with the hem of the shirt that you’d stolen from him ages ago.

The fondness from his gaze makes you melt on the spot, and you bury your face in his chest, overwhelmed by the love in his eyes.

He laughs quietly, “Come on, I have something very special planned for us.”

You look at him inquisitively, “What is it?”

He doesn’t respond, rather he simply grabs your hands and leads you along, you trudge behind him curiously.

“What are you up to?” you whisper, although it’s not necessary, seeing as your house has long since disappeared behind, as well as the possibility of getting in trouble with your parents vanishing along with it.

He brings you to a spot, laden with blankets and snacks, “A date under the stars for my star girl.”

You can’t help the surprised look on your face, and you turn to him, unable to say anything.

He smiles at you a little sheepishly, “I noticed you reading about stargazing the other day,” he rubs the back of his neck, “so I thought..” He doesn’t say anything else, shrugging and you launch yourself at him.

You pepper his face with little kisses, “Oh kenan! How’d i get so lucky”

He shakes his head, smiling at you with affection, “come on, tell me all about the constellations you like.”

You both lay down, and Kenan wraps an arm around you, effortlessly pulling you closer.

You point up at the stars, diving into detail about each constellation and star.

“and this right here,” you point up, casting your eyes at the little diamonds that glimmer in the sky, “is the heart nebula, which ironically, lies in the Cassiopeia.”

Kenan listens to every word with rapt attention but his eyes wander from the night sky to your face, illuminated under the stars and the glow of the moonlight.

You turn your head as you finish explaining and your eyes connect with his green ones, staring at you with so much love, it’s dizzying.

You feel breathless as you look at him.

“I think out of every star ever, nothing compares to how beautiful your eyes are.” He whispers softly, his breath ghosting over your lips.

“You’re so cheesy” you reply yet your cheeks have coloured red from his words.

He smiles at you, and his eyes dart towards your lips, your own doing the same. You nod at him when he looks at you with question in his eyes, and then before you can blink, his lips connect with yours.

His lips feel like ambrosia, and you gasp into his mouth, his arms come to rest on your waist, pulling you closer.

“Hey you know, most of these constellations don’t have very happy endings,” he whispers against your lips, and you frown in confusion.

His next words, however, make your heart soar and your eyes twinkle brighter than stars.

“But you and i? we’re forever baby, written in the stars or not, i’m yours and you’re mine.”

fin.

im sorry idek what im doing but i cannot stop thinking about kenan so i had to write about him

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 11

Ambrosia | Loki x Reader

You and Loki take time to reconnect after your kidnapping, and Loki is sure to show you that there is no version of himself that doesn't care for you.

Warnings: 18+ language & sexual content. Oral (f receiving), public(ish) sex, Loki duplicates!

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist | Loki Masterlist | Masterlist

The jet was eerily quiet, even when the sound of the sea had faded into nothing. As soon as you’d emerged from the castle, Thor had wrapped both arms around you and squeezed until Loki had called him a brute and pushed him away so that he could hold you himself. Despite the insult, Thor continued to grin, placing a large hand on top of your head and rubbing it. 

“I can see you will keep my brother on his toes, what trouble you are!” But his words held no malice and he carried on smiling as Loki led you back into the waiting jet. 

Tony, though,  had merely nodded at you, stepping out of his suit and straight into the cockpit, a shout of, “you’d better be able to keep them in line,” aimed at Thor and then you were heading back to the compound, the sky a blur outside of the small windows and your prison merely a spec below. 

Now you were curled over a small table, the tactical plans of Tønsberg  pushed aside while you slept and Loki watched on, wary, one hand on the small of your back and the other curled around the hilt of his dagger, ready to defend you at a moment’s notice. 

Thor seemed oblivious to Loki’s worries, focussed instead on his excitement that Loki would finally be joining him as an Avenger, “and with the Lady too, Loki we shall have an excellent time, just as we did when we were boys.” His hand clapped Loki on the shoulder, despite Loki’s best efforts to shrug him off. 

“Stark has quite the array of weapons and armour, you would enjoy looking through it, I’m sure and -”

Loki took Thor’s paw between his long fingers and moved it away, “it is for a single of your missions only, then my Ásynja and I will be leaving.” 

“The Lady may enjoy being a mighty hero yet, she is surely trouble enough for you, humm?” Thor teased and Loki’s heart sank. It had become a clear and vivid image in his mind, ever since you were taken, that you would no longer trust him and would instead differ your attention back to the Avengers. He could see you now, one of Stark’s ridiculously over engineered outfits slick to your beautiful body, a choice selection of gadgets and unnecessary technology bandaged around your wrists. He couldn’t stand even the thought of it, you were a powerful goddess and he’d never allow you to be disrespected as by these Midgardians. 

“My darling, is a Goddess, far superior to the boorish and ridiculous concerns of Midgard.” Loki indulged himself, he moved his hand in a comforting circle on your back while you mumbled in your sleep, turning your body towards his with a soft smile. His worries eased, even at rest you turned to him, as he looked for you. 

“If you believe so brother, well, then it must be true.” Thor grinned, “I shall help Stark while you stand guard for your Ásynja”

Loki, for once, bit his tongue, his only concern was your safety and comfort, and now that you were alone he could allow his shields to drop, his battle armour to fade into black, though he kept his daggers close about his person. 

“Loki?” You whispered, lifting yourself enough to really look at him. He looked as tired as you felt, a swipe of purple below his blue green eyes. Concern faded into affection and his arms opened, inviting you fully into his welcoming embrace. 

“Yes, my darling?” Loki smoothed a hand down your cheek, cradling you gently and turning your gaze to meet his. 

“I’m glad you’re here, that we’re here together.” You whispered, nuzzling into him and inhaling the deep scent of amber and spice, sweet and deep and mysterious. Loki’s heart swelled, the worry that had been growing like a fire was banked for now, but still simmering in his thoughts. For now, he could enjoy your trust and he would deal with his promise to Stark later. 

You missed Tønsberg, despite only spending a short time in the fishing village it had already gained a place in your heart, intrinsically entangled with your feelings for Loki, stronger now that you had been apart and seen the extent of his promise to you. He would keep you safe, and you believed him, the memory of his eyes, wild with fury as he killed your guard, the blood spilling across the floor, the metallic scent of it stinging your senses. Every time your traitorous heart doubted him you took yourself back to that moment, whenever your nightmares rattled you, you thought of his strong hands, clutching you so desperately. 

The bedroom assigned to you in the compound was more luxurious and comfortable than it had been before, but it was thankfully still near enough to Loki’s room that you could easily see him whenever you wanted.

Despite your best attempts at making do, it wasn’t the same as your fantasies of a home in Tønsberg.  Loki enjoyed fine things but, regardless of the images you’d seen on the television and the way the Avengers discussed him, he was not greedy. You had seen his home from across the bay, a modest stone built house that you hoped one day you would be able to explore. Not the glass and metal office block that the Avengers called home. 

As you lay back on your bed, your belly full for the first time in weeks, your body clean and warm from your bath, wrapped in a soft cotton dressing gown, you were at least thankful for these small mercies . But you still didn’t feel comfortable. 

Your mind called to him, uncontrollable and urgent, a request, a prayer and then, as if he had truly heard you, a knock on your door. 

Scrambling to your feet you pulled your robe tighter around yourself and cracked open the door. 

“Good evening,” Loki stood a step back from the door, hands held politely behind his back in a way that accentuated his broad shoulders, the lean muscles that crossed his chest pulled his t-shirt tight, showing off the extent of his godly strength, contained so casual beneath what you were sure was soft cotton. 

“Hi, Loki,” you stepped back, allowing him to follow you into his room, though he waited near the door. Since your return, an awkward pall had fallen over you both, confusing the state of your relationship despite the way he’d kissed you during your rescue. 

Loki, feeling guilty and culpable for your capture, had stayed mostly away, though he shot the most pining of looks in your direction whenever you were around. And you had inexpertly dodged any conversation that sought to solidify or label the way that you behaved around each other. There had been no official conversation and, to your own knowledge, you were either betrothed to or, worse, already married to a Lord of Vannaheim. 

“I was passing by and wondered if you’d accompany me to dinner tonight?” Loki asked, formally, his face schooled to hide his worry. 

You looked down at yourself, you’d been reluctant to get dressed properly since you returned. Even clothes feeling like a restriction, but you did want to go with Loki, you yearned to spend time in his presence again just to stop that roiling feeling that had been building inside of you. 

“I’ve not got anything to wear,” you knew the excuse was lame and you cringed as you said it, but you wanted to see what he’d say, what he’d do, if this was how you had to be for a while. 

“That’s no real concern, you and I can both create whichever luxury your heart desires.” Loki’s smile was indulgent, hiding his thoughts about all of the beautiful, alluring outfits he had planned when you came to him again, because he knew you would, even if he had to tease you back out of your shell. 

“I know I should be able to but-” you sighed, sitting down on the edge of your bed. “I’m having trouble with it again. I know I should just be able to remember, but it’s hard and, well, I was dressed up like a doll when I was locked up. I don’t want to be a doll.” 

Loki crossed the room in long strides and then lowered himself to one knee before you. The ever confident God took your hands and held them close, tipping your chin up again. “You are not a doll. You are a Goddess, Ásynja, a Goddess and you will be and wear and look like whatever you choose. If you wish to accompany me to dinner in your robe, then so be it.” 

Loki’s hand fluttered, revealing his own robe, although the green silk was very different to the pink terry cloth that you favoured. Unbidden your eyes drifted down the revealed v at his chest, and the long lines of his bare legs. 

“I want to come with you, I just don’t feel like a Goddess.” You admitted, eyes fixed to his bare calves to hide your face from him. 

“What would make you feel like a Goddess?” 

“I like your cape, your cloak? It looks so regal, and I’ve been doing some reading about my mother, Brigid.” Tears welled in your eyes, when Brunnhilde had shown you your childhood on Asgard and you’d been drawn to the vision of your mother, but you hadn’t remembered her, not really. It had been such a long time since you’d seen her, and whatever spell they had cast or potion you’d been taking to suppress your memories had pushed her deep into the recesses of your mind. But she had worn a cape of green and blue, like rich sage and the rolling winter sea, and you wanted one too. 

“If my Ásynja desires a cape, then a cape you shall have.” 

Unlike the rune magic of your prison, Loki’s magic felt warm when it poured over you, as if you were submerging yourself in a warm bath of his attentions. Your robe was replaced with a thick velvet cape of deepest forest green velvet. 

As it settled around you, Loki’s magic caressing you through every fibre, your own magic sang back. Quiet and shy, but determined, and you allowed it to swell over you body encasing you in a matching, silk, wrap dress, your magic flickered silver, tying a bow at your hip with a flourish. 

Loki beamed at you, pride and pleasure at one in his handsome features. “Now you simply have to accompany me to dinner, a lady so beautiful shouldn’t have to be alone.” He held his arm out and you tucked your hand into his elbow, allowing him to lead you from the room. 

Even if your fellow compound residents had wanted to comment on your dress, or on you leaving your room for the first time all week, one look from Loki would have silenced them as you walked through the common room. He commanded the space as if he ruled it and in an effort to keep pace with his long strides you could feel your posture lengthening, your shoulders back and head held him. 

Walking through the bare, cold, halls of the compound normally felt so empty and uncanny, but wrapped in Loki’s colours you felt not just warm, but cared for. Protected. Loki himself had foregone his usual green and gold for the evening, choosing instead a sapphire blue suit. 

Beside him you truly felt like you could be the Goddess he believed you were. 

It seemed he was determined to treat you like a Goddess as well. 

Where you had expected an Avengers town car, Loki had led you to his own Jaguar, so dark green it was almost black and with leather seats stitched with his insignia. 

When you had anticipated a meal in the common room, Loki had booked a private room at an exclusive restaurant, it’s dining room dark and moody with only the flicker of candle light to illuminate the other diners. 

And if you thought you were getting anything but the best, you were mistaken. Loki was the perfect gentleman, pulling out your chair and ensuring your glass was never empty. Before you could even worry about your past ordeal or what would come next, Loki was stroking your hand and kissing your palm. 

“This is all, it’s a lot, Loki. It’s very nice, but I've never been somewhere like this before.” You whispered, worried about drawing the attention of the waitress hovering by the curtained doorway.

“I can assure you, my darling, you have lived a life of greater luxury than this.” 

“I thought you couldn’t remember me either?” 

“Our noble King deigned to share the memory of your afternoon together after you went missing and it sparked many memories for myself, and for Thor. I am quite sure you spent many years in the epitome of luxury, this is merely a detour on your way back to your throne.” He kissed the back of your hand again before sipping slowly on the rich red wine he’d ordered for you both. 

“Don’t mention thrones for goodness sake, I wasn’t happy about it back then and I’m not entirely sure I want it now.” You scoffed. 

Loki looked back at his menu nonchalantly, “and would you wish to stay with the Avengers instead?” He asked. He had yet to mention the deal he’d made when he secured their support in your rescue and, while he didn’t want to ruin your evening together, the truth would come out sooner or later. 

“God no,” you scoffed and Loki watched as you chewed your thumb, scanning over the menu items and humming as you thought. 

The heavy feeling that had been constricting his chest lightened, you’d been happy to see him, yes. But he’d felt hollow at the thought of you staying with the Avengers instead.

“So what do you want to do then?” 

You shrugged, unsure, “gosh, Loki, who knows.” 

“Did you like Tønsberg  ?” 

“Yes,” 

“How would you like to stay with me then?” He smiled, extending his hand and his heart, waiting for you to say no and make the killing strike. 

But no such blow arrived. 

“I’d love that,” your smile was broad but soft, lighting your eyes, “let’s toast to it.” You held your glass out and rang it against Loki’s, falling into his stormy gaze, “when can we go?” 

During your captivity you’d spent hours lying in bed dreaming of Tønsberg, of Loki and the life that you could have together and now it was really coming true. 

“Well,” Loki pulled his glass back, setting it carefully to one side and folding his long fingers together. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.” 

“Yes?” The way you looked at him made his chest tighten again, the excitement and trust in your eyes was unbearable. 

“I required a certain amount of…support, when I came to find you.” He started and you continued to smile gently, cupping your chin in your palm, he watched your eyelashes brush against your cheek and wished he could kiss you there instead. “And the Avengers gave their support -  however,” he kept talking, cutting you off so he could keep his momentum now that he was finally going to admit the truth, “however, I did have to make certain bargains with Stark that include…working for them, both of us working for them.” 

“Working for them?” You sat back in your chair, the candle light picking out the creases in your frown. “I hadn’t made any decision about that really - not until you asked me just now. Why even mention it if I don’t have a choice?” 

Norns, he was losing you, you were angry and rightly so, the thought of working with those self righteous show oafs was awful 

“I wanted you to know that you have other options, there’s no call for you to rely on them if you have other plans or ambitions. There will always be a place for you in Tønsberg   - there will always be a place for you with me.” He ended, eyes pleading for you to understand. 

“Then I suppose I’d better honour whatever deal you made with Stark and - and I think you will have to honour your deal with me, because I want to go with you when this is all over, I don’t trust them anymore.” 

You took his hand, squeezing it hard enough that his ring dug into his finger, a reminder of your devotion and his stupidity for ever doubting you. Despite oceans of time, the width of the galaxy and the work of his father you were still together, and still strong. 

“I’m glad you came to my room tonight.” You whispered, leaning closer over the small table to press a kiss to his cheek, the smell of your perfume filling his senses. Beneath your lips, Loki’s skin was soft and warm, your nose brushing against his sharp cheekbone before pulling back to press your lips against his ear. “I can’t wait for you to take me back there.” 

“I see you’re feeling bold tonight, Ásynja.” He growled back, his hand behind your head when you tried to pull back, instead he cupped your cheeks and kissed you, his lips slotting against your own as if you were always meant to fit together.

“Why wait?” 

“What?” 

Before you could think, familiar hands tugged you back, gliding down your shoulders to your arms and keeping you pinned in your chair. 

“Be good for us, my darling.” Loki purred, picking up his glass again and swirling the wine around inside, idly watching it dribble back into the glass while your heart hammered in your chest. 

“Us?” 

You had known, instinctively, but turning your head to see the vision of another Loki still made you start. The last time such a vision had appeared to you they had been cruel and something deep inside twisted with fear. The vision loosened their grip in response, trailing their fingers up and down the delicate skin on the inside of your wrist until they felt your heartbeat slow again. 

“I know what they did to you in that tower, I know the sorts of powers and tortures men like that find amusing.” There was a furious edge to Loki’s voice that you’d heard many times, usually aimed at your fellow housemates. “I know what they did and I want to show you that I am always yours, my darling, my Ásynja, and that any image of me belongs to you wholly.” 

The vision began placing the softest of kisses up the column of your neck. Mere brushes of their lips that tingled with magic. 

“I belong to you, and I will do everything in my power to ensure that every facet of me brings only pleasure and never pain.” The vision kissed you again, teeth gently nipping your pulse point, “well, only pleasurable pain.” He winked. 

“Oh - OH - I believe you.”

Heat was pooling between your legs, liquid and languid, it flowed through your veins to the ethereal Loki that was teasing you so thoroughly, barely touching you but lighting sparks of electricity that flowed through your veins. 

Before you the tablecloth rustled and your chair moved, squeaking on the parquet floor, until your legs were hidden under the neatly pressed fabric. “Loki - oh my - fuck!” 

Across the table, Loki smirked, below it, his duplicate had parted your legs and pushed his face between your thighs. Where the first was delicate and teasing, the second was rough and needy, lapping stripes along the already damp gusset of your panties before holding them aside with one long finger and burying his tongue inside of you. 

“Fuck? Yes, that is the general idea, my darling.” He relaxed back into his chair, enjoying the view of your writhing body, his own hands itching to touch you. Through his illusions he could feel the trembling of your legs, the heat of your skin and the delicious ambrosia hidden between your thighs. But it was merely a hint, a scent, rather than the taste and he wished to feel his sense with you. 

With a wave of his hands the sensations vanished and your eyes shot open to see him before you, a God, resplendent in his tight Asgardian leather, the shine of rich forest green seemed endless in the candlelight, as if you could fall into him and be lost forever. 

“I must have you again, Ásynja, my darling, my Estrid, my goddess.” He held his right hand out, the left tucked formally behind his back. 

“You have all of me too, Loki, my Prince, my God.” You placed your hand in his and in a flash you were in his arms, his hands splayed across your back holding you close and you allowed your hands to slide up his firm biceps to his shoulders. “Take me home so we can worship each other.” 

<<Chapter 10

Chapter 12 >>

[omenics]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.

› ..she took your heart so you could stay with her forever. fem reader. — ty for @kmaxmadness for the request! sorry it took so long. also, this is absolutely definitely a second parter to my work beckoning lmao. (it can be read like that)! i also somewhat rushed this but hopefully its good! im up for criticism to lmk.

From the moment her fangs grazed your neck and to the moment her blood touched your tongue, it was set in stone. You were hers for eternity, forever and always you would be by her side. She meant to discard your corpse when you first took shelter in her palace, but as your beating heart echoed in her ears and your straying glances caught her eye, Carmilla knew what she wanted.

Her own dead heart yearned for another, for it had been years since someone made her feel this way. She found excuses to keep you in her home, from the freezing weather to the dangers that lurked she spun lies and set fears in your heart to make you stay beside her, but it was not like you wanted to leave. Your strange host was gorgeous, captivating. You liked her.

So when her true nature was revealed yes, you were afraid, but after a moment you realized that you did not mind her ailment, and a thought crossed your mind to stay by her side. For eternity, of course.

When you brought it up she froze, and in Carmilla’s cold heart she selfishly cried ‘yes!’, but the words that left her lips were different. She would let you dwell, and so you did. Night after night your thoughts were occupied, swaying back and fourth until you decided. So the night you came to her you bore a pretty neck, an enticing sight as you told her that yes, you thought about it and yes, you would turn. For her. Only her. So in her own selfishness Carmilla took your hand in hers and grazed her fangs along the base of your neck, her hot breath tantalizing on your skin as she slowly punctured your flesh, drawing the liquid akin to ambrosia before pulling back and nicking her wrist, putting it to your pretty lips for you to taste her.

Intimate. It was so very intimate as her warm lips ghosted your neck and as your own kissed her wrist as her blood fell upon your tongue.

Your turning was agonizingly painful, but as it ceased you were fine, becoming accustomed to the new life that you were so ignorant about. But she kept you by her side, shared her love with you and helped you learn, and she felt happiness for the first time in years. You had taken her dead heart as she did yours, and you held it close to your bosom. You were whipped for her, you thought, but Carmilla was utterly starstruck. Her yearning heart flourished when you were around, how her cold cheeks held a warmth that they hadn’t held in years. You fell first, but she fell harder and you couldn’t have been more grateful.

You were hers, and she was yours. Forever and always you would be the light of her life, her sun and stars, her universe. She may not have shown it, but you could see and feel the love she had for you. If your dear heart is wounded, her wild heart would bleed with yours. Always and forever, she would live in your warm embrace and die alongside you, as would you relish selfishly in the love she had for you.

You would not leave her side, never. Her heart was yours, and yours her.

[lilysbookshelf987]

New camper: Percy Jackson x reader (daughter of apollo)

A/n: thank you so much for giving this a read! This is my first time writing for the PJO universe so let me know if you like it! Requests are open! No NSFW or Smut! Enjoy

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"Good morning" Percy said tiredly, greeting his best friend Grover at the dining pavilion, taking a seat next to him.

"Morning" Grover replied, "hey did you see Annabeth on your way here? She's usually the first one here and I haven't seen her yet"

As if almost on cue she was walking towards the boys, an excited smirk painted across her face.

"Camp Half-Blood has a new camper!"

"What?!" replied Percy

"She showed up late last night, all alone. Chiron told me she had been hurt pretty badly but he took her into the infirmary and gave her some Ambrosia"

"She took it? So, she's definitely a half-blood?" Percy asked

"Yep! We should be meeting her later today" Annabeth was ecstatic, she loved new campers!

--time skip--

As the day went on there was still no sight of the new camper. Word had made its way around camp and people began to take their guesses as to who was her parent.

"I hope she's in our cabin!" A child of Aphrodite had said

"No! I bet she HAS to be in ours! Showing up without a Satyr by her side means she's a warrior"an Ares kid chimed

"As long as she's not in ours I dont care" a tired looking Hermes kid said.

It was almost dinner time when Chiron had found Percy, sparring with someone from the Ares cabin.

"Percy can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Yeah sure" he said, removing his helmet and recapping his sword.

"Im sure you've heard we've had a new camper join us."

"Yeah it's all over camp" he replied

"Ah yes. Well let's say she hasn't been thrilled to learn about her new family. Reminds me a lot of you when you first came here"

Percy thought back to his first few days at camp. He was confused, scared, angry, and very much overwhelmed.

"I was wondering if you could help ease her mind by speaking to her. You understand what she's feeling better than I can."

"And im not half horse" Percy smiled

"Yes there is that" Chiron chuckled

"Alright I want to meet her!" Percy agreed. He really did want to help, but he also knew how jealous Annabeth would be that he met her first. The two walked into the big house and there she was, staring down at her feet.

"Y/N, this is Percy, son of Poseidon. Percy this is Y/N. I'm sure you two will get long swimmingly" Chiron chuckled at his own joke, "I will give you two some privacy" with that, he left the room. Leaving the two teenagers alone.

An awkward silence filled the room, when finally Y/N broke the silence.

"Son of Poseidon, huh?" she asked

"That's me" he smiled, proud of the title he held.

"That's crazy, the gods don't exist!"

"They do exist. I know it all feels a bit insane at first but-"

"A bit?! My whole life i've had these things coming after me and I didn't understand why. I thought I was insane and seeing things, but apparently that's normal?! And my dad? The reason he's neglected me my whole life was because he was a god?! There's just no way"

"Hey, it's gonna be ok. I know how you feel. I felt like that when I first got here. All my life my dad wasn't someone I had thought about much because I had my mom, and thats all I needed. Then I find out that he's now the most important thing in my life? I had so many emotions, but if you just give this place a chance? I promise everything gets a lot less scary"

This seem to get to the girl. She started to tear up.

"Ok, i'll try." she whispered

"I'll show you around and it'll all be ok, I promise."

The two made their way around camp, Y/N was mostly silent. "The sun is so warm here, it's not like that where I'm from"

"Everything is a little bit stronger here."

"I can tell" she smiled

"So, do you have any idea who your dad might be?" Percy asked, careful not to poke at the sensitive subject.

"I think but I'm not sure. My mom used to talk about Apollo, a way she never did about other Gods"

"Ok then...then we have to find a way for him to see you! If he see's you, he'll claim you!"

"Yeah but how?"

"Gods dont claim you because they feel like it, you have to work for it" Annabeth said, inviting herself to the conversation.

"Y/N this is Annabeth, daughter of Athena"

"Hey" Y/n said

"Percy have you taken her to the archery field? Apollo kids thrive there"

"No I didn't"

"Seaweed brain c'mon!" Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Lets go" she led the two there and put a bow and arrow in Y/N's hands. The girl had fired it easily and hit the bullseye.

"Beginners luck?" y/n asked

"Go again" Chiron said, but before she could something came flying down at her, she shot it down easily.

"That could've killed us" Percy said, mouth agape, "and you shot it down with ease!" he said

"Look!" One of the campers said

Y/N was becoming engulfed in a bright light and a sun appeared over her head. She was now an official resident of cabin 7

[silentwonderlocks]

Ambrosia's Kiss Pt. 2 - S.R x F!Reader.

A/n: I'm so happy to finally be updating this! it's been sitting in my drafts for waaay too long. The title card is made by me! Hopefully, everyone who comes across this story likes it! Feedback is always appreciated!

Summary: Spencer and the reader talk about the past while the case unfolds new information.

Warnings: mentions of violence, talks of deadly chemicals, typical criminal minds, use of Y/n, slow burn, use of nicknames, Spencer and Y/n denying feelings.

Words: 4.k+

Read part one here!

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Once the plane was up and gliding smoothly in the air, the team huddled, continuing their talk about the profile. What they could come up with now was that the unsub was the submissive type of killer. He used less aggressive ways to kill, and he went after low-risk victims as well, so he had a type. Where the bodies were placed, his comfort zone was huge. Both parks are at equal distances, about 20 minutes by car. But it wasn’t enough to go off of, so Hotch split up the team for when they landed. Spencer and Morgan would head to the most recent crime scene while Y/n and Emily would go to the morgue. Rossi and Hotch would talk to the grieving families for helpful information. For now, everyone was just reading over the file and enjoying the peace before the chaos.

Y/n sat in her window seat, the little table in front of her pulled down so she could rest her tablet. Next to the tablet was a notebook, filled with scribbled-down notes about previous cases and this one included. Some of the writing was theories of what kind of unsub they were dealing with and others were trying to figure out the meaning behind certain details. At the moment, she had daffodils, a black dress, poison, and red hair written down; those seemed to be the most essential details that caught her eye. Y/n was staring at the photo of Vanessa Garrett before she succumbed to her fate. A happy woman living life in her 20s, a bright young college student. On her way to becoming a full-time EMT, such a sad ending for a young woman. The agent sighs softly, shutting off her tablet, and rubs her eyes feeling the strain of the screen affect her. Y/n did this too often, getting caught up in past events. She needed to focus on the present so they could all catch this monster of a human. Swimming in her thoughts, she finally returns to reality when a hand grips her shoulder in a soft squeeze.

Y/n pulls her hands away from her face to turn towards the person touching her shoulder, she smiles when it’s Spencer. He looks at her, his eyebrows furrowed together like he’s analyzing her, a look of concern present.

“Is your head hurting, Dragonfly?” Spencer’s nickname for Y/n since he first saw the little pin in her hair. Only he didn’t start calling her that until after she wore it almost daily. There were only 20 days that he could remember her not wearing it, and it was usually because she forgot. The pin was a gift from her nephew and she considered it her good luck charm and believed it would keep her safe. Something Spencer didn’t understand entirely but he adored how she loved her family.

Y/n smiled at his question and slowly shook her head, then removed her bag from the seat next to her. Then pats it with her hand, and Spencer needs no other hints to take a seat by her.

“Not yet, Lucky.” is Her nickname for Spencer since he was always wearing mismatched socks and when she questioned him on why. When he told her that his grandma considered it good luck to wear different socks, well it stuck like glue. The only memory he had left of her before she passed away when he was younger.

Spencer’s face twists quickly into a bright smile then proceeds to rummage through his messenger bag like an excited child making Y/n snort fondly.

“What are you-” Her voice is cut off when suddenly, a big book of flowers is handed to her. The title is in medium-sized cursive letters saying: ‘Flowerpedia: The unofficial guide to a flower expert.’ There was watercolor art of petals floating on the cover, it was still in a near mint condition. This book was bought recently, there were still remnants of the price sticker on the bottom corner of the cover. She blinks a bit slightly confused, and the bright smile on Spencer’s face isn’t helping so she opens up the book skimming along the words.

Inside the book were all kinds of different facts and stories about flowers. There were four sections of the book, one of all the flowers in the world, their symbolism them, myths and figures associated with flowers, and lastly was the uses in full detail of each flower.

“You seemed to enjoy the little flower fact from earlier, so I thought you might enjoy this book! I already read through it and the section about the symbolism is fascinating. I had no idea that roses with different colors had significant meanings. Like red is for romance, yellow is companionship, and orange is for friendship” Spencer rambled on, his brown eyes sparkling as he spoke.

He was so proud of his gift, though part of it was out of spite. The thought of that bouquet on Y/n’s desk seemed to keep taunting him. If someone tried to date her, Spencer was sure Y/n would have told him about it. They almost told each other everything, and he knew Y/n was an avid book reader. Indeed that was better than a flower bouquet, right? Spencer had to pause in his thoughts, why was he trying to compete with a man he didn’t know existed? He never even asked her about it, so why should he care?

‘Besides that fact, Y/n is my friend and coworker nothing more..’ If that was true then why did his thoughts make his heart hurt?

“Wow Spencer, this is amazing. I love it~ So..is that lavender fact in here? Or was that Spencer-only knowledge?” Y/n’s sweet voice made Spencer regain focus, he chuckled softly at her comment.

“Oh! There are so many lavender facts in there, like here. It should be on page 256” Spencer doesn’t wait to grab the book from Y/n’s hand making her snort fondly once more. He begins to flip through pages until he reaches the designated number. Using his skinny finger, Spencer begins to underline the words speaking along.

“Lavandula angustifolia, most commonly known as Lavender is..” He pauses when he looks at Y/n. She wasn’t looking at him, she was just staring back at the tablet. Since the team huddle, Y/n seemed to be on edge slightly by the newest case. Spencer frowned and closed the book, placing it next to her tablet. Then he grabbed the tablet, slipping it into his messenger back, and that’s when he got a reaction.

“Hey! Spencer, I need that!”

“Not right now...what’s wrong?”

Y/n paused, her mouth was slightly open then she closed it. She took a moment before letting out a sigh and a frown. Her eyes were filled with caution but there was also the need for comfort that radiated from her.

“Do you ever have a bad feeling about a case?? Like you want it to go well, you want to believe that we’ll save the day right? I know, we don’t always but I hate having this feeling of…” Y/n trailed off having trouble finding the right words to say.

“False hope?” He answers and asks for her.

“Yes..not only that but this feeling that... Something will happen and we can’t stop it..”

Spencer stayed silent, he was never good at being the comforter. He needed it from others, although he had been through more than the other group members. Spencer still didn’t properly know how to act sometimes. He had been in her spot so many times, Spencer remembered he started thinking like that after Tobias Hankel, George Foyett, hell any case that threatened him or his team. He understood her concerns, yet he could never comfort himself like he wanted to do with her.

“I try not to think about the possibilities..” Spencer started before Y/n cut him off.

“Bullshit, you are always thinking, Lucky,” She says, not as an insult but more of a plea. Y/n wanted honest thoughts from him.

“Heh. I used to get those feelings and I still do from time to time. The idea of if we were doing more harm than good? If we were helping people even when we had to let the unsub go or they got away. If constantly being around suffering was worth it to see a happy ending…” Spencer’s voice lowered into a soft tone. One that was conflicted with himself.

“And…was it?”

“Sometimes...Sometimes I just wanted to go home and forget what I had seen” Y/n frowned at his words, knowing how ironic it was, Spencer wanted to forget but with that memory of his. He would always be haunted by something in his past.

She offers her hand to Spencer, palm up. A friendly gesture that Spencer accepted remarkably. He may have hated germs and touches but always enjoyed Y/n’s interactions. In comfortable silence, they held each other’s hand until Spencer broke it.

“What brought this up, Dragonfly? You were fine this morning.”

“This case bothers me, rubs me in the wrong way. He’s killing these women but treating them like they are…”

“Trophies?”

“Yes..or like a collection. He takes these women and doesn’t degrade them but makes them into..enchantresses? Just sickens me.”

“He’s clearly showing signs of some delusion; we had a similar case way back. A brother and little sister, the mother was hospitalized for chopping off her daughter’s limb. About how it would make her less appealing to the devil. The mother eventually died in a fire at the hospital. The son had delusions that he saw certain women as wives of the devil just like his mother” Spencer begins an intense look at his features as if the memory just happened yesterday.

“He was poisoning these women with pure nicotine, soaking it in these dresses from a play. Shakespeare’s Merry Wives of Windsor. Then, they would suffocate to death from the toxin. His mind became so broken that he believed his sister was chosen as a wife. Luckily, we caught him in time before his sister could suffer.”

“Oh my god..that’s..awful.”

Spencer nods then sighs running a hand through his hair.

“There have been worse ones..but anyway, do you like the book?” He asks, deciding to change the subject.

“Oh yeah! I love it. I can’t wait to learn about some of my favorite flowers. Who knows, this might help in this case.” Y/n grins at Spencer, who shrugs with an equally stupid grin.

“Maybe it will.” Their hands still intertwined perfectly comfortably.

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The weather in Warren Valley was bright and warm, but the rain seemed to drizzle over the town despite the sunshine. Due to the rain and sun, a light mist also covered the roads making Emily grumble, who was driving herself and Y/n to Warren Valley’s morgue. They needed to see the victim's body for any more evidence they could use for the profile. Y/n smiled at Emily’s scoff, looking up from her map in the passenger seat.

“What? You don’t like rain?” Y/n asked, looking back and forth between the misty road and Emily’s focused face. Emily cracked a smile back, keeping her eyes in front of her. She always enjoyed Y/n’s company, seeing her as a good friend. Many girls' nights out and hangovers that came with them proved enough.

“Not when it’s covering up the road, I like the ability to see. Makes living a lot easier, don’t you think?” She joked, her eyes breaking away for a moment to look at Y/n. In her lap was the big book of flowers that Spencer had given earlier, a bookmark already in it. Emily couldn’t help but smirk to herself.

“Heh, compared to some of the things I’ve seen in the last few years. Yeaahh, I’ll take the mist. More appealing to look at.” A soft laugh escaped the two women then soon, a comfortable silence washed over them for a few moments.

“So.. I saw the flowers on your desk. Seeing someone finally?” Emily asked, a teasing smile creeping its way to her face.

Y/n scoffed, then laughed and shook her head at Emily’s comment. A light smile on her face as she answered back.

“No, the flowers are for my sister. It was her birthday, and I wanted to ensure she knew I didn’t forget.”

Emily hummed in response with a slow nod, apparently unhappy with the answer. Y/n raised an eyebrow at Emily and nudged her with her elbow.

“What?”

“Well, Spencer gave you a book about flowers.” Emily gestures to the book on Y/n’s lap. “ You both were holding hands earlier on the jet and according to Rossi, he saw you two talking about flowers earlier. We all saw the flowers on the desk..” She trails off slowly, waiting for Y/n to pick up the pieces.

Y/n’s eyes narrowed at Emily’s words, and she sat back in the seat, letting herself sink into the cushion. This wasn’t the first time that the team had asked or assumed that Spencer or her had made a move on one other. The time Spencer asked Y/n after a long case week if she wanted to come along with him to see his mom only because he needed the mental support, and didn’t feel comfortable asking the others.

“Spencer and I are not dating, every time you guys assume you’re always wrong, Spencer is just an excellent friend.” Y/n responds finally with a smile, but there’s a pain in her eyes. Luckily Emily is focused on driving that she doesn’t see, it doesn’t stop her from hearing the sorrow in Y/n’s tone.

“Every time you tell me that, your voice gets sad.” Emily points with concern laced in her voice.

“....” Y/n didn’t know when it first happened. It started with the little butterflies in her stomach when he would smile. Some days, she would be looking at him and admiring his beauty, he was always handsome to her, but now her looks were endearing at most. It was normal one day the next like she woke up and saw the bigger picture.

Y/n had boundaries, though; she knew of Maeve, his old girlfriend, and how her fate happened. Spencer had told her a few stories, but the subject always became hard for him to open up about. Whatever else she knew was because the team was helping to fill in the blanks. Maybe it had to do with it being almost a year and a half since her death. Y/n concluded that Maeve had to be the love of his life, so if Spencer was ever to love again, she doubted it would be her. He found love outside of work once before and would do it again.

“You need to talk to him about it, let him know before you regret it” Emily spoke again trying to give advice.

Y/n shook her head again, then waved her hand, trying to dismiss Emily. Her focus was now looking out the window.

“Spencer doesn’t need to know about this. I don't want to make him feel uncomfortable or awkward.”

“I know it’s hard to talk to him about this bu-”

“Emily, I appreciate it but, I want to focus on this case. We can talk about this later.” Y/n cuts her off, just wanting to end the conversation for now. It was making her head hurt, Great now she would have a migraine later.

No answer from Emily except a soft sigh. She decided to drop the subject for now, but she wouldn’t forget about it. The rest of the ride was in silence until the car stopped at the parking lot of the morgue. Slipping the book into her bag, Y/n and Emil exited the car. Once inside the building, Y/n and Emily were greeted by an older man in his late 50s with sandy blonde hair, clearly with years of experience sunken in his face. He wore glasses along with a friendly smile to the two agents.

“SSA Prentiss and SSA L/n?” He asked, then proceeded to give a nod and offer his hand out for a handshake.

Emily is the first to engage with the shake, and Y/n is next. “My name is Dr. Franklin. Your superior SSA Hotch told me you would be coming. Please follow me, ladies.” The silence lasted for a few seconds as the trio walked down the hallway and into a set of double doors.

“What can you tell us about the victim?” Emily asks first as they approach the medical table.

A look of grimace and sorrow washes over Dr. Franklin’s face, he turns to his right to pick up a clipboard. His eyes scan over the paper as he proceeds to speak.

“ Well, the tox screen returned, and I’ll let you see it yourself.” Dr. Franklin says handing the clipboard to Y/n. She looks over her eyebrows furrowing together while Emily looks over at Caylee

“Lycorine and Coniine? Not the usual chemicals we find, any idea how she could have gotten these into her system?”

“Well, based on the chemical compound we found. It looks like your suspect is taking the coniine and mixing it with the lycorine. Your victim was severely dehydrated more than likely due to the poison. ” Dr. Franklin responds as he waits for the two agents.

“And what exactly are those chemicals?” Emily asks, raising an eyebrow.

Before Dr. Franklin could say another word, Y/n was already flipping through the Flowerpedia. She frowns, finding two different sections. The older man watched with curiosity as Y/n frowns looking over at Emily.

“It’s Daffodils and Wolfsbane. The Lycorine is the pure chemical from the flower itself, same with the coniine. It’s not hard for someone to find out the chemical makeup and then alter it..”

“Daffodils??” Emily asked with a confused tone and look, clearly trying to wrap her head around how an unsub was using flowers.

“Daffodils are essentially harmless, ingesting one doesn't harm you. The more you get dehydrated and stomach sickness. Most children who are treated for it are usually fine within 24hrs with proper hydration.” Dr. Franklin comments, placing his two cents into the conversation.

“True but you know as a doctor that too much of anything can be harmful..” Y/n says closing the book and sighs. The weight as she puts it away in her bag grows heavier with each lingering thought. She or Emily didn't dare comment on how ironic the book helping was. It had to be a coincidence.

Dr. Franklin moves over to show Caylee’s wrists, his finger pointing to the purple bruising around them. “The bound marks on her wrists suggest rope or leather for an extended amount of time.” Dr. Franklin shook his head, placing down Caylee’s wrist with care.

“Wait, he’s mixing wolfsbane with daffodils? Did you find any puncture holes on her?” Y/n asks looking back at Emily.

Dr. Franklins responds as he removes his glasses, a cleaning cloth in hand.

“By the tissue damage we found in the throat and stomach, I would say it was ingested.”

“But why use the daffodil chemical if you already have an excellent poison right there?”

“Get me a pair of scissors please,” Emily interrupted a white medical glove on her hand as she was inspecting Caylee’s hair, a pair of tweezers in her hand. Confused, Y/n walks over to Emily’s side to look at what she’s discovered handing her the pair of silver scissors.

At the top of the hairline, all around her scalp, there were small lines crisscrossing from the hair to the skin. Speckles of dried blood painted at the border of the two. The skin was tightly taunted, with bruising around each stitch. It had to have been done while she was still alive; there were signs of healing. A sickening sight to see, it makes the pit deepen in Y/n’s stomach once Emily begins to cut the stitches. Upon the final cut, the red auburn hair falls off Caylee’s head revealing a messily cut brunette hair instead.

“Oh god, I didn’t even notice that. My eyesight must be going..” Dr. Franklin frowns his eyes in disbelief and slight horror.

“It’s alright, all that matters is that we caught it now,” Y/n responds to the older gentleman who goes to inspect the other corpse as well.

Emily pauses processing the information before she looks up at Y/n. Her expression was one of empathy yet she felt sick just alone on this discovery.

“He’s sewing wigs into his victims' hair.”

“We need to report to the team,” Y/n says with a sickened look on her face and Emily is already calling her phone to contact Hotch.

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Rainy weather was a delight to most or a nuisance to others. In Spencer’s opinion, he was mostly indifferent. He would rather be in the office or at home curled up with a book while the rain went on. Instead, here he was in a park staring at the dumping site of the victims, surrounded by yellow caution tape. Spencer’s eyes looked around at the park, it was the typical one. A small area for a playground, wide-open field for all kinds of sports, and a dining area filled with four weathered wooden tables, and benches. A twisted, and disgruntled expression rested on Spencer’s face. He stood by Morgan holding a red umbrella shielding them both from the weather’s light rain and mist.

“Well if there was any evidence, the rain washed it away” Morgan said as he stepped underneath the caution tape with Spencer following close behind.

“Why do you think the unsub chose this spot specifically?” Spencer asked as he looked around at the site.

There was indent in the grass from where the body had been laid out. Along with a border of wilting daffodils, the discoloration was already forming in the flower itself.

“Well its out in public so clearly, it wasn't hidden. He must have a message, something he wants to tell the world.”

“It could be a folklore message, the flowers and positioning of the bodies indicates a whimsical and almost artistic expression.” Spencer states as he crouches down to pick one of the wilted flowers with a gloved hand.

Morgan scoffs softly as he watches Spencer, a look of disgust.

“he's got sick taste then”

Spencer doesn't say anything as he tries to understand the meaning of the daffodils. He knew they were considered as a spring flower, they were native to grow in this state but were they important or just a throw away detail?

“So..” Morgan starts with a little smile on his face. The tone in his voice was light and fun, almost teasing. Spencer already didn't like where this was headed.

“You and Y/n earlier were getting all comfy with one another huh?”

Spencer felt a lump in his throat, his heart beat fasten at the thought of what Morgan was implying. Turning his head to look over at Morgan, his voice was a bit higher than he wanted to.

“What do you mean? She's my friend, of course I feel comfortable with her.”

Morgan scoffs softly with a smile. “Comfortable enough to hold her hand on the jet?”

A rush of heat smacked Spencer in the face as he gulped slightly. He frowned standing back up and sighed. Truthfully he was comfortable with Y/n because she made him feel safe. She was his friend and he cherished their friendship, but these newer feelings were confusing him.

“It's not like that..honest.”

Morgan looks at Spencer noticing how the comment seemed to hit him.

“well talk to me kid, I can handle it”

Spencer's lips form into thin lip unsure of how to continue. His eyebrows furrowed in thought as he tries to form the right words to say.

“It's been almost a year since Maeve passed..”

“Reid.”

Spencer shoots his head raising a hand up to stop Morgan from continuing. Then he crossed his arms.

“ Don't. I know I should be moved on by now but I can't help but feel guilty.. what if I'm just using Y/n as a replacement?”

Morgan's face formed into a scowl. “Do you really believe that? Do you even hear yourself?”

“No! At least I don't think so..I would never want to hurt her like that but” Spencer trails off rubbing his own cheek.

“But what?” Morgan says not fully convinced of his friend's words.

“ There was a bouquet of flowers on her desk this morning..and now I'm getting all of these confusing feelings and..I don't know what to think Morgan.”

Morgan stared at Spencer for a moment then chuckled softly with a sad tone.

“Pretty boy, what are you going through? You have nothing to feel guilty about. While you shouldn't let Maeve's death hold you back, you deserve all the time to grieve. But you need to do what feels good for Reid to do.”

Spencer frowns, then speaks in a soft tone.

“I don't know what that is..”

Morgan places a hand on Spencer's shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. “don't worry, you'll figure it out. But I know you Spencer and I know that if you're feeling something for Y/n. It's not a second hand feeling.”

Spencer let out a noise that sounded like a mix of a scoff with a laugh. He smiled abit though, he always appreciated Morgan's support. Even if some teasing came along with it.

“Thanks Morgan..”

Before Morgan could say another word, he felt his phone vibrate with a new incoming text. Fishing his phone out of his pocket, his eyebrows furrowed intensely as he read. Spencer stares at Morgan with slight confusion, a pit in his stomach starting to form.

“What? What is it?”

“Prentiss and L/N found something”