#onyx night challenge

[ljubimaya]

SLUT ME OUT𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

SYNOPSIS: Does fucking your bratty girlfriend into oblivion help her fall asleep even when her sleep shedule is shit? Draken says yes! C/W: fem! afab! Reader, established relationship, aged up characters (20+ years old), brat! reader and brat tamer! Draken, pussy spanking, orgasm denial, p in v, unprotected sex (keep it wrapped), tummy bulging, cervix fucking, reader doesn't have a great sleep schedule/implied insomnia, mentions of social media (tiktok, Instagram, etc.), no prep, Draken has a big dick, rip your pussy, MDNI!!!! W/C: about 3k A/N: this is super self indulgent and has been on my mind for the longest time :,)) I won't lie, this particular fic took me a while to write for some reasons, but I guess not every fic can just flow out of my brain directly into my google docs. Also, not proofread and kinda chaotic (?)

DRAKEN had enough. He’d toss and turn, unable to get a wink of sleep. Next to him laid, or rather sat, you, staring at the bright display of your phone watching the newest videos of your favorite creators. You’d scroll, switching between Instagram Reels to Tiktoks to Youtube shorts, trying to get your nightly dose of entertainment before you’d cuddle up to your boyfriend and fall asleep. Insomnia was a bitch and Draken knew that you did your best not to disturb his sleep, but it became glaringly clear that your sleeping habits impacted his. So really, it didn’t do much for him when you lowered the volume as much as you could, or the way you’d try and stifle your laughter at a particularly funny Reel. He was wide away at an ungodly hour with you, but unlike you, he had to go to work in six hours. 

“Babe, you should go to sleep now” Draken grumbled as he turned around to face you “Phone-time is over” Draken reached and grabbed your phone from your grip before turning it off and placing it on his night stand. Once Draken turned back to look at you, the street lanterns barely illuminated the dark bedroom from outside. The blonde’s eyes quickly adapted to the dark, and all he saw was your pouty face glaring daggers at him.

“You can’t just take away my phone like that” you scoffed at your boyfriend “You’re acting like my dad. I’m a grown woman, and I’m more than capable of making my own decisions” Huffing, you tried to reach over the broad man to get your phone back, eager to return to the story time you’ve just watched. But you’ll soon come to find out that your boyfriend is not the right man to disobey. 

Draken caught your hand before you could even touch your phone “Oh yeah, a grown woman? You?” He looked at you with his sharp onyx eyes. You saw an all too familiar dangerous spark in his eyes, a spark that challenged you to defy him. Fuck around and find out.

“Yes, me. Believe it or not, but I’m my own person” you exclaimed, trying to sound as firm as you can. This was dangerous territory, but you’ve walked that path numerous times and oh boy, did you want to fuck around and find out. Not that you didn’t know what would follow - you were certain about what would follow should you keep being difficult. 

You pressed your thighs together, clit throbbing at the vicious glare your boyfriend threw at you “Who are you to even think you can boss me around?” That sealed the deal, you concluded from the way Draken leaned in closer to you. His gigantic form blocked out the window, the only source of light. You weren’t able to see much, but you didn’t have to. Draken was so close to you that you heard his even breathing, smelled the faint smell of the shampoo he used when he went to shower prior to joining you in bed hours ago, but most importantly, you felt him. You felt his rough hands on your thigh underneath the blanket, warm fingers pressing into your soft flesh. But most importantly, you felt his breath fanning  against your lips. 

“Yeah, you are your own person” His deep voice rumbles through the darkness of your shared bedroom, sending a shiver of excitement over your body “But I think you’re giving yourself way too much credit. You may look like a somewhat reliable, mature person, but you’re a brat through and through”

His grip on your thigh grew tighter. A mewl almost escaped your lips, but you didn’t dare make a noise. You didn’t want him to know that you got off to this, at least not now.

“And you know damn well I don’t like being disrespected. I’m not your father, but I am your boyfriend and I won’t tolerate this level of disrespect” Draken’s voice rumbled lowly, his grip on your thigh as firm as before “I’m gonna give you one chance to look me in the eye and apologize, brat” He spat out. The way your boyfriend put so much emphasis on “brat” made you feel tingles inside your stomach. 

You leaned closer to him, looked him in the face - even when you couldn’t see well in the dark, you still knew where to look - and told him with the sweetest voice “No. I’m not gonna apologize for anything. I said what I said” You were about to ask for your phone back, hoping that would make him snap but you didn’t get the chance to. A yelp left your mouth at the stinging sensation you felt on your thigh. You were no longer able to contain your excitement; a lewd moan left your lips as his palm made impact with your thigh. Draken was on top of you, yanking your legs apart harshly, before your mind could even register it.

“Should have known you were being difficult on purpose” Your boyfriend grumbled into your ear, his fingers tracing lines over your clothed cunt “Could have just told me you want me to fuck you to sleep. Would have saved me my nerves”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not being difficult” 

“Liar” His fingers slipped past your panties. A sinful moan left your lips as Draken teased your clit, rubbing agonizingly light strokes over your throbbing bud. His fingers barely touched you where you needed him the most. A part of you wanted to drop the bratty act and ask - no, beg -  him to fuck you, but you already knew that it was far too late to act like a good girl for him. So you committed to the bratty act. 

“I’m not a liar-”

Gasps and moans left your lips as Draken slapped your clothed pussy, making you unable to finish your protests. The stinging pain aroused you even more. You wanted more of him. 

"What was that? Didn’t catch that” Draken grinned wolfishly at your attempts to seem unfazed, but your squirming beneath his calloused hand and the embarrassingly big, wet spot on your panties told him everything he needed to know.

“I said I’m not a liar-” His hand landed on your pussy again. The hard slap sent a jolt through your body, slick seeped out of your pussy and soiled your favorite pair of panties. 

“Hmmm, apologize for lying to me, and I’ll take off your panties for you” Draken’s deep, rich voice rumbled “If I like your apology, that is. Better start begging if you want them off” 

“N-No, I won’t apologize” the words stumbled out of your lips, unable to come up with a snarky comment. Your refusal to beg would have to do for now. 

Another hard slap landed on your pussy once Draken heard your whiney stutter. You mewled at the impact, loving the pleasure you feel from the pain. Your clit throbbed against the fabric of your heavily soiled like a second heartbeat, waiting to be touched again; but as if reading your mind, Draken his assault on your poor pussy. Instead, he roughly yanked your panties off your body, so much so you feared he ripped the fabric. You yelped as he manhandled you, pressed you into the mattress and took your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. 

You could feel his bulge pressed against your thigh as he yanked your legs apart, making sure to position himself between your trembling legs.  Anticipation washes over you; you felt so excited to feel his fingers stretch you out nicely, preparing you to take his thick cock. You’re already imagining his long fingers pumping in and out, middle and ring finger setting an unforgiving pace as his thumb would be teasing your clit until you’d cream around his digits. 

Instead of thrusting in and out of your weeping hole, his fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down. Draken’s rock hard dick slapped against his toned abs. Your eyes have adjusted to the little light coming from outside, the cheap lantern lights illuminating the best parts of your boyfriend as you moved your head, desperate to catch a glimpse. 

Veiny, girthy, with a big, angry red tip, leaking precum. Your mouth watered at the sight. Oh, what you’d do to have him down your throat…

You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw Draken give his cock a few, firm pumps before his hand moved back to the base, guiding his leaking tip between your folds. The thought of your boyfriend fucking you without preping you beforehand felt both daunting and arousing to you. Remembering the previous times he took you, you vividly remembered the way his dick would stretch you out uncomfortably despite him eating you out and fingering you beforehand. You could only imagine the damage he’d do if he didn’t prep you. So, your bratty act faltered as you opened your mouth, and hoarsely asked “Baby, what are you doing?”

Lust filled, onyx eyes met yours as Draken heard your small protests, a scowl adorned his handsome face “Teaching you a lesson” He groaned as he teased your folds with his tip “Since you wanted to be a brat about it, I’m gonna put you back in your place like one” Without warning, Draken pushed his bulbous tip inside. 

Tears shot up in your eyes as you bit back a scream, feeling as if you were being impaled by him. You struggled beneath him, struggled to take him fully while he mercilessly forced himself inside you, and struggled to contain your moans bubbling out of your sealed lips. Despite the stretching, burning pain you felt the deeper Draken pushed himself between your walls, you couldn’t deny that you liked it. Your clit throbbed as you got stuffed full of cock, begging to be touched, pinched, slapped.

Sweat collected on Draken’s forehead. He felt somewhat conflicted about not loosening you up properly, feeling that he might be doing too much this time, but the grip your gummy walls had on him made it impossible for him to pull out. He didn’t know if it was either the lack of prep or you loving it that made you so damn tight - almost too tight- for him. Draken was sure of one thing though: he physically couldn’t pull out. He lacked the will power for it.

Lost in his own pleasure, your boyfriend glanced at your face. The nagging voice in his head demanded to know if you were doing okay. Below him, you were a shaking mess. A thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, lips plump and bruised from you biting them, eyes rolled back in sheer bliss and tummy bulging. If heaven was real, it would face in comparison to your blissed out expression, a sweet combination of pained and aroused. 

“Oh, why so silent, brat?” Draken huffed “Where did your smart mouth go?” He groaned as he harshly thrusted the last remaining inches inside your weeping cunt, attentively watching your face. You weren’t able to hold the nasty, loud moan anymore. You tried to hold onto the pillows for leverage, but Draken’s tight grip on your wrists didn’t falter. Panting, you made eye contact with Draken. His scowl has warped into a cruel grin; he looked down on you like a wolf would look at a wounded sheep, ready to devour it. 

“You’re so filthy” Draken mused, chuckling darkly when you turned your face away in shame. His free hand took hold of the bed frame, an action that caught your attention. You squeezed your eyes shut, anticipating a hard thrust out before he’d plunge right back inside you. But he didn’t. Instead, the grip on your wrists grew tighter, making you squeal in pain and look at him, glaring daggers at your boyfriend. 

“Speak when you’re spoken to, brat” Draken growled “This is your last chance. Beg me for forgiveness, and I might be nice” 

And despite his threats, he still saw a flicker of defiance in your eyes. He knew that you’d always be bratty to him, and you knew he knew. 

“F-Fuck you” you meekly replied back, your voice faltering and shaky. You knew you were screwed when you saw the dark glint in Draken’s onyx eyes. 

Wordlessly, Draken pulled out and rammed back inside. The first thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, the ones that followed after knocked your soul out of your body. Draken didn’t hold himself back, the might of his thrusts shook the bed you two shared. The old mattress that you two have been meaning to replace for ages let out loud, squeaky noises with every movement. The thudding, the squeaking, your loud sobs and Draken’s low groans were a guarantee for getting noise complaints in the morning, but neither of you cared; your brain fuzzy from the painful yet delicious stretch and Draken too focused on the grip your pussy had on his dick. 

Draken’s balls smacked against your ass with each merciless thrust, heavy and full with his cum. His tip continuously kissed your cervix, which ended up heightening the pain and pleasure you felt. Feeling overstimulated, you knew you wouldn’t last any longer and come soon. While drunk on your pussy, Draken was still able to think somewhat clearly. He felt the way your walls grew tighter around him and heard the frantic moans that escaped your lips. 

So he stopped right before you could come. 

You whined desperately once Draken stopped moving, trying to grind your hips against him, to create a friction that could satisfy the overbearing heat you felt in your tummy. Much to your dismay, you weren’t able to move a lot with your boyfriend pressing down on you. 

“Stop moving or I will pull out” Draken warned you sternly. He didn’t like having to postpone his own orgasm for the sake of teaching you a lesson, so he hopes he has cracked you down enough to drop your stubborn, bratty attitude. 

A wince left your lips as you heard Draken, your hips stopping their movements. You looked up at him, teary eyed and frowning at his sudden stop.

“You didn’t actually think I’d let you cum after all the badmouthing you did” He scoffed, trying to suppress a grin. Oh, how he loved seeing you so needy. He absolutely loved seeing the real you, the desperate you. 

You’d be embarrassed by the way your resolve broke so quickly, but you couldn’t think straight anymore. All thoughts in your head revolved around cumming on his cock. 

“Please” you whimpered out “Please, I wanna cum”

“Nu-huh. You’ll have to do better” Draken rolled his eyes at you “And you better be quick. I don’t have the whole night”

And just like that, the dam broke. Beginnings and pleadings and empty promises bubbled out of your mouth, each word sounding more desperate than the previous. Music to his ears. 

“I will never disrespect you like that again” You promised, sobbing as you ran out of anything to make him reconsider “I will always listen to you, I will always be obedient” 

Of course, Draken knew that you were throwing everything and saw what stuck; he knew you would go back to your antics as soon as you wake up in the morning. To say he was unimpressed was an understatement. 

“I’ll be good. I-I will fix my sleep schedule” you stuttered out, growing antsy at the lack of a reaction. You’ve run out of what to say to him to appease him “You wanted me to fix it, right?” 

Draken could only scoff at you. What a pathetic thing to say “We both know that’s a lie. You know I hate lies” Draken could see the disappointment in your eyes “And to top it all off, all of those things you’ve said are lies as well”

“But that’s fine. I’m gonna make an honest person out of you” With that, Draken slammed his hips against yours, picking up right where he left off. Screams and cries left your lips as your boyfriend drilled inside you. 

“If fucking your brains out every night is what will make you be good, I will do it” Draken grunted between thrusts. Draken’s pace was unforgiving, his thrusts angled to hit all the right spots. The sudden switch up on his demeanor left you confused, but who were you to question your boyfriend while he’s balls deep inside you?

Draken’s hips repeatedly crash against yours, chasing after his orgasm. He was usually so patient and kind with you, making sure you’d cum before him. This time, Draken prioritized his own high. So he fucked you like a dog in heat until he emptied his balls inside you with a groan. He shut his eyes tightly as he fucked his cum into you, trying to extend his orgasm as much as he could. 

His cum shot inside your womb, filling you up nicely; so much so that the tight knot in your tummy broke. You mewled out his name as you came hard, your legs trembling and your back arched at the aftershocks from your intense orgasm. Your eyes felt heavy, and before you knew it, you passed out from sheer exhaustion. Sleeping soundly, you didn’t notice Draken pulling his dick out. He could only imagine the divine view of his cum leaking out of your pulsing pussy if it was brighter inside the bedroom. 

Despite feeling tired himself, Draken pushed himself off your shared bed and went to the bedroom quietly, making sure you wouldn't wake up. After all, he gave it his all to put you to sleep. He returned -womewhat clean himself- with a wet towel and carefully cleaned you up. Your boyfriend silently watched you sleep, letting the previous events replay in his mind before he laid down and covered the both of you with a blanket. As Draken fell asleep, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumph swell up in his chest. He finally knew what would get you to fall asleep, and he was very much intending at fucking you to sleep every night.

[adonis-koo]

wicked • 20

↳ Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader

↳ Genre: arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, it’s kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut

Word Count: 11k

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tags: mastubation (m), strip tease, slight dub con??, handjob, overstimulation, humping, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink (oops), oral (m) & (f), 69ing (OOPS), slight pain kink,

note: this is way later then it was supposed to be...anywayysssss enjoy !!! :)

“How does it feel to be somewhere so familiar, Princess?” Wheein asked as she dressed you for the afternoon. 

You hummed as you let her continue to style your hair, “Familiar, but…different now. I was a young girl when I used to roam these halls, but I’m a grown woman now. I'm excited to see my parents, I hope they’ll be attending dinner tonight.” 

“It’s only a matter of time now,” Wheein hummed out as she tenderly braided and pinned your hair the way she wanted it, “I don’t mean to pry m’lady but…” She let out a soft giggle, “I can’t help but ask if you and the Prince are now…? Embracing your marriage?”

You couldn’t help but tense, you had tried really hard to be quiet at night but there were definitely a few moments you had been unsuccessful, “Was I loud?” you whispered in horror.

This made Wheein laugh in surprise, “So you’re embracing one another very well?”

You felt your face become hot at the realization that clearly you hadn’t been, but now you had ratted yourself out, “Just pretend I didn’t say that.” 

Wheein let out a soft giggle, “I’m happy for you both…After everything you both have been through, you deserve happiness together, you both have had to overcome a lot of things. Take pride in your relationship.” 

You gave a small smile in the mirror, “I appreciate your words Wheein. But enough of that, how are you fairing? You’ve never traveled outside of Penumbra before, right?”

Wheein nodded, “This is my first time, I’m nervous truthfully, something about it feels so…Heretical, but exciting…? I hope to be able to explore a little bit in the week we stay here.” 

This made you happy to hear, “Kimhae is very beautiful, I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunities to go into the capitol to explore.” 

Wheein grabbed the crown, onyx, the same you had worn to your formal dinner, it would be a constant here in Kimhae as a show of status along with your wedding ring that dawned your gloved hands. 

“Finished. You look beautiful.” Wheein smiled in satisfaction, “Is there anything else you would like before we escort you to dinner?” 

You shook your head, “Nothing, besides your company. I missed you terribly when you were away. And while I enjoy Jungkook’s presence, he is by no means good with feather and fuss the way you are.” 

This made Wheein chuckle, her nose scrunching in delight, “Nothing brings me more pride than being next to you both. I’ll let the others know you’re ready.” 

Jungkook had left the room a little while ago upon Yoongi requesting him outside the room to talk about something. 

Standing up you brushed the skirt of your dress of the few wrinkles that had formed from sitting. 

This was one of your favorite winter gowns, sheer gold fabric lining from your neckline to your chest, covered in precious gems and the fabric ran to your forearms but it was concealed by bigger dramatic puffy sleeves the same dark midnight blue color of your skirt. 

Stepping out of the room Jungkook and Yoongi had ceased their conversation at the sight of you, “I’m not interrupting am I?” 

“Of course not your Highness,” Yoongi bowed to you, “You’re just on time in fact.”

Jungkook sighed as he peered out the large windows to the darkened skies, “We’re late.” 

“All the best couples are.” You smiled as he offered his elbow out as you grabbed ahold of it, allowing him to lead you down the halls, navigating to the main hall where everyone would be celebrating, after all it was the Eve before Yule. 

“His Highness, Jeon Jungkook Crowned Prince of Penumbra and her Highness, Jeon Y/n Crowned Princess of Penumbra.” The caller announced as the doors opened. 

It seemed the jolly sight inside had frozen despite the music still playing, you couldn’t help but feel nervous with so many eyes on you, but squeezing the bicep of your husband made you realize you were not alone. 

His crown stood tall on his head, dawned in his finest black and gold silk robes for the occasion, he looked like the epitome of confidence and power, and as his wife, you wanted to be his mirror, a strength to him, not a weakness.

You straightened yourself a little, lifting your chin as you let him help you down each step, eyes following you everywhere as people began to whisper, but after having been on the cold gaze of the Penumbrian court, you had found you clearly had hardened yourself to the stares.

Not letting them bother you the way they may once have. 

And in the crowd, there were two familiar faces that you had missed so dearly, that did not look at you as if you were a killer, “Mother! Father!” You called out, excitement pushing away the previous feelings of uncertainty, having let go of Jungkook to greet your mother.

Her arms were wide open, eyes beaming with pride as you buried into her, the sweet smell of nectar dripping off her body, the warm comforting smell of home, “My sweet daughter,” She ushered out, pulling away as she grabbed your face, “My look how you’ve grown, she truly looks like a grown woman, no longer our little princess.”

“I couldn’t have hoped for a more lovely daughter to be our future queen of Penumbra,” Your father grinned softly as you mirrored him, immediately wrapping him in a hug next, “We’ve missed you greatly so our little sun.” 

You smiled at them adoringly only to feel the towering height behind you, standing at an awkward distance, turning around you gestured your love over, “Come Jungkook, don’t be a stranger.” You let out a soft endearing laugh, this only made him awkwardly shuffle a little closer.

Uncertain of where to look or how to greet, “Your Highnesses,” He gave a small formal bow. 

Your mother let a quirk of a pout tug on her lips, “No son-in-law of mine will greet me so formally, come.”

You and your father glanced at one another before sharing a laugh at Jungkook’s pupils widening a little before briefly glancing at you before he hesitated, arms acting stiff in the brief hug before immediately dropping back to his side. 

“Surely you’ve hugged this poor boy my dear,” Your mother sighed, watching with a certain pity on her face before turning to you, “He treats me as if I am something to be frightened of.” 

Jungkook’s lips parted but you spoke before him, “We’ve embraced plenty, Jungkook is an introvert by nature,” You couldn’t help the affectionate smile tug on your lips as you placed yourself back at his side, arms wrapping back around his, “He doesn’t fair well with social events.”

“I can hold my own.” Jungkook muttered with a puff of his chest. 

“Don’t let their teasing get to you,” Your father chuckled, “I’ve never been one for social events either, Esme has always been the butterfly of us both.” 

“Oh don’t flatter me.” Your mother rolled her eyes playfully, “Come, let us sit, you must try the wine.” You let your mother lead the way as you all sat down at the large table, your eyes searching the massive party only for them to suddenly lock onto Seokjin’s, halfway across the room.

He appeared sulky, empty wine glass in hand and in a circle of aristocrats talking and he clearly was not paying attention, his gaze set solely on you. You blinked, immediately looking away as you smiled at the cup bearer, pouring you a large glass of wine. 

Taking a long sip you hummed in delight, “Eunoian?” 

“Imported,” Your mother smiled with love, “Kimhae has always been too tart for my taste.” 

“Tart and a twinge of sour,” Jungkook’s nose wrinkled, “They never let their wine ferment long enough.” 

This immediately had your mother’s attention, a fellow wine lover, you couldn’t help but grin at the sight as she immediately began to complain with him and as she got him talking, Jungkook slowly but surely relaxed as he began his second glass of wine. 

“Come, walk with me Y/n,” Your father smiled, shaking his head at the sight of the other two engrossed in gossip of Kimhae, who would’ve thought Jungkook would get on so well with your mother? 

The wine was certainly helping all the same. 

“I would love nothing more,” You smiled as you stood up, taking your father’s arm as you both began to walk, “How has Eunoia been? I’ve missed it terribly…” 

Your father gave you a soft smile, while you had always been undoubtedly close to your mother but… due to her dryad blood, she had always been harder on you as a child, making sure you stuck to your rigorous schedule.

There were many days when she was the source of your tears, but your father? He was nothing but soft for you, always sneaking you sweet treats at night and on the days you would weep, he would read you stories until you fell asleep. 

His love was always so soft, barely detectable but you could always feel it through the trepidations of your childhood. 

“We are doing well, with the protection Penumbra has given us, we’ve dealt with much less bandit raids, our crops no longer plucked over. Your presence has been an irreplaceable void though.” Your father hummed out, “The throne room hasn’t looked quite right since you left, Arielle never had the straightest cut.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you rolled your eyes, “Don’t say that too loud- lest she hear it all the way from Eunoia and kill all the foliage off in spite…Is she…” You sighed, you supposed you shouldn’t indulge the gossiping part of your brain, it was only a childhood rivalry, you were a grown woman now, those things should stay in the past. 

Your father however seemed to know exactly what you were saying, “There is talk,” He mused, “She does not have dryad blood though.”

“Perhaps that is for the best,” You murmured softly, your father peering at you in curiosity as you spoke softly, “Perhap it is time for Eunoia to leave our lesser human nature in the past?”

Your father hummed, “What has you thinking such thoughts, my little sun?” 

“...My stay in Penumbra has not been an easy one, I won’t deny it,” You murmured quietly, “I’ve suffered many trials and tribulations, the dryad inside me has proven to be very hard to contain…”

This made your father laugh, surprisingly, “So was your mother’s, her nature still can be from time to time.” 

“I just don’t understand, even after all these years. We strive for peace and yet all I want is war,” You frowned, troubled once more, “I want nothing more than to wrong those who have wronged me. And I hate it, revenge has a bitter taste.” 

“It’s an inherent nature,” Your father replied, tapping your arm comfortingly, “It’s inside all of us, you are inclined moreso from the polarized nature of a dryad. The beautiful thing about it is that we cannot have life without death. Your mother was never the best at explaining it,”

He sighed wistfully, as if accepting this about his wife, “But it always seemed to me that as a dryad, your duty is to balance it, not strive for one or the other. The giver and taker of life, it may run through your blood but you are not a god Y/n, it is not your calling to be one or the other. But I’ve always seen great things in you. I’ve always felt you’ve been called to mediate the conflict of the giver and taker, give life where it is needed, death when it is warranted. These things are scary when we’ve been taught only one is right, but it is not impossible.”

Dead eyes flashed in your mind, your grip on your father’s arm tightening a little as you took a long breath, “Then why is it I always seem to only bring death?” 

Your father frowned, a sad look in his eyes, “You were but a child Y/n, too young to be put in the tents, but your mother was insistent. Death is the only thing guaranteed in life, we must all face it eventually, some sooner than others. This is the way it is meant to be, you did the best with what you were taught.”

You stared at the ground before you murmured, “And…what if…I broke my vow…? What if I had taken a life on purpose?” 

Your father paused, slowly his eyes lingered on your figure, your expression was full of sorrow and lament, he tenderly brushed your shoulders, “My words would remain the same, you were never meant to uphold one value or the other. I trust you would never do something rash, if it were not called for.”

You both began to walk once more and for a long moment you thought of his words before you were plagued by a forgotten thought, “I’ve heard….stirrings, rumors.” 

“In the beast itself?” Your father laughed, “Do tell.”

“Rumors that…” You lowered your voice, “Eunoia is building an army…?” 

Your father paused in somewhat surprise, “Really now?” He paused thoughtfully, “Well, I suppose it would seem that way.” 

“But it isn’t?” You raised your brows hoping that it certainly was not what it seemed. 

“Did you know that the dryad’s were not just healers?” Your father gave you a knowing smile, “But they were also warriors, it was said they were gifted with the sight of knowing, shooting arrows that could hit even targets from miles away. We have decided to take up the divine dryad’s way of Archery- a form of weaponry, in honor of Penumbra for the Rite of Peace.” 

You paused…archery…? Everything made so much more sense suddenly, and it dawned on you that while you knew much about Eunoia, you still had so much more to learn about your ancestors. 

“I…I love that Eunoia has decided to pick this back up in honor of Penumbra,” You gave a small smile, somewhat relieved, “Jungkook will be thrilled to hear this.” 

“Ah…” Your father hummed, “And I do assume your husband has been treating you well?”

Your nod became somewhat shy, “We didn’t speak the first month but…well circumstances arose that no longer allowed us to hate one another…And somehow, we…began to understand one another? Misunderstandings truly are the root of hate aren’t they?” 

“Hate makes all of us blind to the reality of life, nothing is fair, nobody is ever truly free, we all have our burdens and trepidations to bear, not one better than the other. When we embrace intentional kinship, to set aside our differences, and truly learn from one another with compassion and understanding, we are at our strongest…”

Your father hummed before he looked at you for a long moment, “Though it has not been long, you seem older now…Wiser, patient…You both suit one another very well.” Your father praised. 

“I would’ve hated those words once upon a time but…” You gave a satisfied hum, “You are right, I couldn’t think of another person I’d want as my husband.” 

The evening went on, you and your father had many people come and socialize with you both, many royals and aristocrats alike wanting to know about Penumbra, about the Wicked Prince, about the tall tales that came from its lands. 

You indulged none, and left everything vague, giving only knowing smiles and cryptic words, after all knowledge was a currency of its own for royals. 

It was well past midnight by the time you and your father had arrived back at the banquet table to find your partners well past the point of sobriety, your mother and Jungkook sharing a loud boisterous laugh as he cackled, “I wish you had seen it, the sword went flying out of his hand and the look on his face was that of a child.”

“Oh come now Jungkook he can barely hold a cup with two hands let alone a sword!” Your mother cackled out, near empty cup in hand. 

“It seems we’ve made our timely arrival,” Your father let out a soft sigh as he shook his head, “Come now Esme, let us not insult our host’s family too loud,” He pulled her chair out offering an arm to her, “We ought get you to bed.” 

“I agree,” You replied, standing next to your husband’s chair where he was slightly slumped, crown crooked on his head, “We should retire, my love.” You leaned down, fixing his crown back straight. 

His hand caught yours as he pressed an amorous kiss against the palm of your gloved hand and a silly little smirk on his face, “If that’s what my goddess wishes.” 

You felt your face becoming hot at his words, clearly the liquor making him much more boldly flirtatious then he would typically be in a public space. 

Jungkook stood up only to wobble a little, you immediately grabbed his arm, not offering as much support as you wished, but you only needed to get him as far as Yoongi, who was coolly leaning back against the wall, arms crossed and eyes scanning the room. 

You waved Yoongi over, his eyes immediately catching your figure as he pushed off the wall, “Can you please get Jungkook back to our room?” You asked.

“Of course, Wheein will escort you back then I presume?” Yoongi asked and you nodded, with that he took your husband back though not without complaint of you not being by his side. 

You only smiled briefly only for your vision to be blocked by your mother, grabbing you with an adoring look on her face, very clearly drunk, “While I had my reservations about him, you both make a lovely couple Y/n,” You giggled softly at this as she continued, “And hopefully you’ll make even lovelier grandchildren for me.” 

“Grand children!?” You nearly choked on your words.

Grandchildren…? 

“Now, now Esme, leave her be, that is their business,” Your father tutted, “Goodnight Y/n, we shall see you in the morning…Or at the very least I will see you in the morning.” 

You waved goodbye but your mind was fried at her words…children…You…you hadn’t even thought of children, which was incredibly stupid given the amount of unholy sex you were currently having, with absolutely no regard of how many times your husband emptied himself inside you. 

Your hand ghosted over your stomach as you wondered, what if you were pregnant? It was a brief thought with no actual evidence to back it up. 

But the idea of blue eyed, dark haired children running around suddenly filled your heart with so much joy, you could hardly continue the girlish smile you had, children…Surely Jungkook wanted children, right? 

You pressed your lips together in uncertainty, being the heir to the throne meant it was an expectation but…You didn’t want to bear his children if he wouldn’t share the love he had with you to them. 

It was late and you supposed these were conversations you would need to have at a later date with him, sooner than later given just how fast you both had been going. 

You called Wheein over as you both exited the party.

The hallways were dark and you had just reached the end when a voice called out, “Y/n…” 

Wheein frowned as you both paused, turning around as you noticed the lone figure at the other end of the hall, Seokjin…Wheein briefly looked at you with a quirked brow. 

“Seokjin, my apologies for not greeting you at the party, I was catching up with my parents.” You called out as he approached you.

“Nevermind that,” He offered an easy, charming smile, “I know how much you’ve missed them, but…I’d like to speak to you, alone…”

Wheein shifted immediately, not liking this one bit as she stared at the foreigner, briefly looking at you once more, and you could tell she didn’t like this, “It’s late Seokjin, I was just getting ready to retire for bed…”

“Indulge me, just for a moment.” Seokjin asked, holding a hand out to you. 

You stared down at his palm, and for the first time you noticed the lack of calluses on his hands, his skin incredibly soft, “...Very well, where would you have us speak?”

“Just up ahead, in my office, your maid may go I will-”

“My maid will stay just outside the office,” You cut him off, Wheein giving a curt nod at your words, “Lead along, I do not have all night.” 

Seokjin frowned, eyes lingering warily on Wheein just as her’s did, almost as if sizing one another up before he walked ahead of you both and turned off onto a hall before he stopped, it was vague but you did remember being in his office a few times. 

He stepped inside as Wheein whispered out, “Will you be okay m’lady?” 

“I’ll scream if I’m not.” You gave her a reassuring smile before you stepped inside, closing the door behind you. 

It all came at once, the sudden feeling of invading your personal space, his body pressing into yours and his hands wrapping around you, “Oh my love,” He whispered out, “You’ve become a marvelous actress, but you should be taking my lead to not make things more difficult for us.” 

Your body immediately tensed, these were not the arms you were used to being wrapped around you, and these were not the lips of your husband against your ear.

Seokjin pressed his forehead into yours just as swiftly as you were pushing him away, “I am no actress, what is the meaning of this Seokjin?” 

Seokjin’s lips slowly curled into a frown at the evident step you took away from him, a safe distance between you both clearly feeling like a rift for him, “I’m here for you.” He spoke quietly, “Albeit he wasn’t supposed to be here but we can make this work, some plans will simply have to be altered.” 

You blinked several times, “Plans…?” 

Seokjin nodded, a smile slowly curling on his lips once more as he took your hands into his, “We can talk more about it later, but just know that we will be reunited once more Y/n, it’s been sickening…watching the way he drags you around as if you are nothing more then some doll, his hands touching what is not his.” 

Your stare hardened as you slowly shook your head before letting out a long sigh, “I’m sorry Seokjin, it seems I was not clear last time we spoke.” Though you felt as if you distinctly remember being perfectly clear, “We are no longer an item, we have not been since the day before my wedding.” 

Seokjin shook his head, as if he was in denial, “I have been biding my time for you my love, the days I’ve ached for you, touched myself to you. You can’t seriously tell me you have not yet felt the same?” 

He was staring at you expectantly but you were at a loss for words, because while yes a part of you had mourned him the first few weeks of your stay, but after a month Jungkook had become a bigger part of your thoughts with each day, and Seokjin becoming so obscure that you no longer even thought of him unless it was prompted in conversation. 

“I’m sorry Seokjin,” It was a genuine apology, “But I cut ties for a reason, I’ve only come to Yule to see my parents and nothing more. I do want you to rest easy…I am very happy in Penumbra, and Jungkook does not treat me like a doll he…” You stared at your gloved hands, “Jungkook loves and respects me for who I am, what I am capable of. And his hands touch me as if I am his, because I am. There is no other man I want to belong to.”

Seokjin slowly shook his head and it made you wince a little. He was taking this harder than you had assumed he would, perhaps because you had assumed your relational ties had been officially cut. 

You assumed there might have been a forlorn sort of pining from him, mourning what could have been, but to have this delusion that you both were still romantic lovers was an entirely different subject. 

“You don’t mean it Y/n,” He took a step closer to you, hand grabbing your waist making you jolt, “I don’t know what they’ve done to you, but you’ve been brainwashed. Turned blind to their hedonistic ways. You are not the Dryad Princess I know.”

“If they are heathens,” You shoved his hand away from you, “Then I’m afraid I was never going to be good enough for you, for if they are heathens then I cannot imagine what I must be in comparison. I am far more than a Dryad Princess, you say you no longer know me, but it only shows me just how little you actually knew me. I value the time we had together Seokjin, but I love Jungkook. He is my husband and I am proud to be his wife and it will remain this way. Goodnight.” 

You promptly closed the door behind you as Wheein straightened up from her fretting state, you gave her a tense but attempted comforting smile, “Come let us go Wheein.” You ushered softly as she nodded. 

After a long quiet trip through the halls she finally asked, “It’s not my business but I can’t help but ask m’lady…what was that about?”

You shook your head, “Some things must die slower than others I suppose.” You stopped at your door just where Taehyun walked out from exasperatedly. 

“His Majesty is still awake, just a forewarning.” Was all Taehyun said and that was all you needed to know.

“You both are dismissed, I doubt we’ll need any help tonight. And do take the early morning to yourselves, Jungkook will definitely need to rest until mid morning.” You offered a weak smile as they both nodded, perhaps knowing but saving you the embarrassment.

After taking their leave you stepped into your room, lit only by firelight as you quietly shut the door, “So my pretty wife finally shows her presence.” Jungkook was leaning against the bed frame, slumped once more, terribly drunk. 

You offered a gentle smile, the tension that had been in your body slowly melting due to his warm presence you had become so familiar with, “So I am here; I did not mean to make you wait so long.” You were in no rush to the bed as you slowly walked over to your vanity, pulling the gloves from your hands and taking the shoes off your feet.

Setting your crown on top of the empty pillow and taking off your jewelry as you felt his eyes burning into your back before you finally approached him.

“What held you up?” Jungkook’s eyes lazily dragged over your body, sitting on the side of the bed as his feet planted on the ground, hands reaching out for your waist, “You were supposed to help bring me back.” 

Your smile became just a little shy as your hands settled on top of his, the warm comfort it brought such a stark contrast to what Seokjin had attempted to replicate, “I got caught up, but I’m here now. Help me?” 

You turned around as Jungkook stood up, a little wobbly and maybe not the best with his fingers at the moment but he managed to get your dress undone as it fell to the ground, you still had your slip on underneath, it wasn’t meant for sleeping but it was comfortable enough that it would do. 

You plucked the dress from the ground before tossing it, the fabric catching on the chair at your vanity before you turned around to face him once more.

You couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped you at the dilation in his eyes, his tongue swiping over his lip feverishly, “Was it him?” 

Your brows lifted a little in somewhat surprise and that gave him everything he needed to know, his jaw clenching a little as his hands tightened down to your hips, “Saw the way he was looking at you, as if you belong to him.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you whispered, “But I am yours. You shouldn’t worry about him.” Tomorrow, you would tell him what had happened, but tonight, you wanted to rest with your husband and let him sleep off his liquor. 

Jungkook’s nose buried into the crook of your neck before his lips began to press into your skin, and you were quickly beginning to realize this was a telltale sign, his hands roaming your sides before curling around the material of your slip. 

“Lay down,” You whispered, “You’re drunk.” 

“I’m sober enough,” Jungkook replied with a moan into your skin, “Indulge me, light of my life, you say you’re mine, but I need you to show me. Need you wrapped around my cock.” 

His moans against your skin was tantalizingly difficult to say no when he laid back against the bed, pulling his pants down to reveal his fat cock bobbing to his abdominal as he wrapped his hand around it tight, eyes staring at you with a lazy heat as he slowly began to stroke his shaft. 

You couldn’t stop the pout on your lips as your arousal immediately pressed into your panties, “You’re drunk Jungkook…” 

“Mmm, I can be drunk and have my cock rode.” He replied, his hips stuttering a little as they lifted into his fist, his cock squeezing through as he moaned, “Do you not see how desperate I am for you? Don’t deny me now.”

Precum was beading against his slit as you slowly pushed your slip up, letting your panties drop as he moaned his hand pumping his cock all the way up to his bulbous head before squeezing it all the way back down, “Fuuck, that’s a good girl, show me those pretty tits.” 

Slowly you peeled the slip up your body, one inch at a time as Jungkook’s hand eagerly worked his cock, eyes lidded as he moaned, watching the fabric tease just below your bust, ‘Don’t tease me now.” 

You pulled it up, your tits bouncing as he swore, fist pumping his cock furiously as you pushed it over your head before letting it hit the ground, “Nee’ you Y/n, mmm, need your warm cunt.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how whiney he was at the moment, getting up on the bed you straddling his thighs as he moaned his hand slowing down to lethargically stroke his cock, eyes trailing up and down your exposed body.

Leaning down a little you couldn’t help but curiously wrap your hand around his base, his stroking paused as he released his own grip, “Mmm, stroke it.” 

You couldn’t help but feel a little shy, it was so thick and heavy in your hand, “How do you like it?” You whispered out, trying not to let yourself be intimidated. 

Jungkook reached back down, his hand wrapping over your own, grip suddenly being crushed much more than you would’ve expected, “Hard, like when it hurts.” His thighs tensed as he guided your hand up his shaft, roughly pumping back down to his base as he hissed out. 

You mimicked his movements, letting your hand jerk up his cock as he guided it back down each time forcefully, you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way his cock moved with each stroke, his fat head slowly beginning to turn red, as if angry to not have it’s release.

“Mmm stick your tongue out,” He mumbled, “Want to watch your spit drip on it.”

“Jungkook..” You ushered in embarrassment.

He smiled wickedly, “Would you rather suck it instead?”

“If you had chosen to stay sober,” You teased right back, taking a long breath you appeased him though, sticking your tongue out as salvia slowly gathered at the tip of your tongue before a large glob slowly hit the fat head of his cock. 

Jungkook jolted and stiffened beneath you, a deep moan escaping him at such a lewd sight as your hand wrapped around his tip, dragging the fluid down his cock making it more pliable, he could hardly stand it as your hand squeezed harder around him. 

“Fuck yeah, like that, nice and hard.” He moaned in pleasure, eyes lidded and watching your hand with each rough stroke, “Mm little harder- shit…!” He moaned even louder as his eyes closed briefly, your hand squeezing nice and hard around his base as you began forcefully pumping his cock just the way he enjoyed it. 

His thighs kept tensing beneath you and you could feel your arousal drip on his thigh as you slowly shifted slotting your own thighs beneath his thick taunt one as your hips couldn’t resist but to wiggle, your wet puff slit dragging open along the warm skin of his thigh.

“Mm that's it, good girl,” He moaned deep, eyes locked between your little cunt making a mess all over his thigh and your hand, working his cock nice and rough, “Rub your little clit on my thigh.” 

You let out a little whine at your clit sliding against his skin, pleasure frictioning against the open plane as your grip on his cock tightened, hand fisting all the way to the head of his cock as you roughly pumped his head, as if trying to squeeze the cum right out. 

Jungkook’s moans were salacious and wonton, not holding back in the least as his hips suddenly thrust upward into your hand, his thigh rutting into your cunt as you let out a small breathy moan, enjoying the mess your cunt was making. 

You spit once more on his cock making it slide with ease once more, “Mm just like that, fuck Y/n, yeah, mm gonna’ cum.” 

Jungkook’s hips were impatiently thrusting upward as your hand forcefully pumped his cock, his thigh continually rutting up against your clit just the right way as you let out whiny moans, “Cum for me, please, that’s it, cum.” 

Jungkook was pliable at your voice, whining and begging softly as your hand tightened around his cock once more, the sight of you bending slightly, your tits bouncing and your tongue sticking out, only this time his fat head aimed at your mouth. 

It was such a lewd sight, Jungkook cursed loudly, your hand roughly stroking his cock as the pleasure became blinding, the sight too tempting as he grunted out a deep moan, cumming hard as he kept his eyes wide open for the spectacle, spurts of white cream shot from out from his slit, hitting your tongue, “Fuck, oh my god, yeah, suck it, please, fuuck, suck it up.”

You appeased him, your lips tenderly around his head before sucking it harshly as he cried out another deep moan, eyes unable to pry away from the sight, one arm forcing his hips down to keep from rutting into your mouth as your other hand forcefully pumped his cock of every last drop of seed. 

Your lips stayed wrapped around his fat head as you felt more substance dribble out from his weepy sensitive head. 

Your hand pumping every last drop he had to offer as his thighs violently twitched with each stroke of your hair, his moans were loud and obscene as he growled, “Keep going fuck, can take it.”

That deep dominant voice had you pliant, obediently swirling your tongue around his slit, cum slowly leaking back down his cock as you stroked it.

You could tell he was overstimulated just by how violently his body was twitching but just as you kept going his cock slowly started to harden once more, pulling off his head as you swallowed the rest of the substance, a subtle sweetness in it otherwise tasteless. 

Jungkook moaned, his hyper sensitive cock resting back against his abdomen, “Wanna cum in that pretty little cunt now.” 

You couldn’t help but feel somewhat shy, “Are you sure?” 

Jungkook moaned softly as his hands wrapped around your hips as you shifted yourself, “Why wouldn’t I be? Nothing satisfies me more than watching my cum drip from this little hole.”

You shuddered as you grabbed his cock, watching the way he sucked a harsh breath in, teasing his weeping cum covered head against your slit before slowly sinking down on it.

The stinging sensation was absent, only the feeling of his fat cock sliding inside you with ease as you both moaned, “…Even if I become with child..?” You whispered out.

Jungkook’s hands suddenly gripped your hips even tighter, eyes lifting with a wicked smirk on his face, “Why do you think I've emptied inside you every time? Mm is that what you want? My seed nice and deep inside this cunt until your belly becomes swollen? Filled with my child?”

Your cunt harshly wrapped around his cock, you hadn’t expected your body to react so harshly to his words but it was making your clit throb in excitement, the idea of becoming pregnant with Jungkook’s child.

Your hips were immediately bouncing, your cunt greedily sucking his cock deeper inside as your walls clenched around him, soft whines escaping you, “Mm! Please…!”

Jungkook moaned softly, “So I’ve found your weakness,” he cracked a boyish smile, “You want to be my little cumdump? Milking my cock of every drop of cum until you're pregnant with my baby?” 

Your thighs were trembling at the idea, the anticipation of his cum spurting deep inside you, the excitement made pleasure bloom through your body as his shaft began rubbing right where you wanted it, “Please…! I’d be good!” You whimper, “I’d take care of our baby…”

Jungkook moaned hands encouraging your hips, roughly bouncing as his big cock forced his way past your little walls, “Mm know you would, have’ the prettiest belly. Prettiest tits…”

Your whines and moans were like music to Jungkook’s ears as you frantically bounced on his cock in need, his hands soothing your hips as you moaned, “Wan’ baby please…! Koo’…!”

“Mm that’s it my love,” Jungkook moaned as your hips became flush with his, feeling your walls wrap around him as came once more, cum burying deep inside you as the loudest, whiniest moan escaped you, cumming all over his cock as you bounced once more, milking every drop from his cock once more as it buried inside you.

Every muscle in your body was tensed as your breath labored, fists curled against Jungkook’s chest before he grabbed them, tenderly uncurling them as he laced his own bigger ones in yours, “So you want my children hm…?” 

You slowly opened your eyes, tiredness running in your body as you let out a soft, somewhat shy giggle, “Do you want me to have your children?” 

“Is my cock inside?” 

“Stop…!” You whispered out, falling against his chest as he chuckled, arms wrapping around you, his cock softening as it slipped out of your body, the warm sensation of liquid dripping down your thighs as you curled up against him. 

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut as he hummed, fingers tracing over your sides, “There’s no one else I’d rather have children with.” 

Jungkook had slept heavily through most of the early morning like you had assumed, he did wake up once, stirring a little at the feeling of your tit cupped in his hand, he only gave it a nice hard squeeze before falling back asleep. 

The light had begun to shine through and you could tell the halls were busy with maids, your personal servants wouldn’t be in for another hour and a half at least though, and somehow, you thoroughly enjoyed being able to lay with your husband like this. 

Far past any reasonable hour to get out of bed. 

“Will you survive my love?” You whispered out a small giggle as your hand reached out, brushing back those long dark bangs from his forehead. 

He groaned, eyes still closed but you knew he was awake, “It feels like I am an anvil and my headache is a smith master. You never told me your mother could hold her liquor better than you.” 

You smiled fondly as you laid on your stomach, propping yourself up on your forearms, “They say dryad blood makes alcohol less potent.”

Jungkook’s eyes shot open, a comedic glare on his face, “I see you’ve chosen to keep that information to yourself.” 

“I never thought it was relevant,” You laughed softly, trying not to be loud for the sake of his poor head, “It’s probably why I can drink more than you.”

“And yet you never seem to utilize this ability, you should take after your mother more,” Jungkook groaned as he pulled his arms over his head, eyes squeezed shut once more, “So you’re ready to have my children hm?”

You tried not to choke on your own spit at such a drastic conversation change, “I…” 

Jungkook’s lips slowly pulled into a smile, eyes lidded once more as he stared at you, “What got this on your brain?” 

Your lips parted multiple times, trying your hardest to not let yourself become shy, but it was difficult under his gaze, “...My mother- very drunkenly told me she hoped for grandchildren soon last night after you departed with Yoongi.” 

“Hm yes I do recall her mentioning this to me as well,” Jungkook laughed softly at the expression on your face, “Telling me we would make the prettiest children and that if I wasn’t treating you well she’d personally castrate me- I also see where you get your temper from.” 

You weakly smiled, you wanted to say your mother would never say that sober- but you knew good and well you got her temper in a much higher dose then even she had. 

“She was one of my teachers,” You replied, “...Is it…you don’t think we’re going too fast?” 

Jungkook rolled onto his side, “What do you mean?” 

“Having children?” You raised your brows, “I…I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner, but with how we’ve been…It may be a good possibility.” 

“We’ve been married for almost a year now,” Jungkook mused, “True half of it hasn’t been on good terms but the court…” He sighed, “I hadn’t wanted to tell you because I didn’t want you to feel pressured but…The Penumbra court has started questioning me on when they can expect an heir.” 

Your lips slowly curled into a frown, “I’m not surprised…” Because regardless of how either one of you felt about this, there was a duty to uphold, “Is that why…?”

“No,” Jungkook immediately cut you off, head resting against the pillow as his hand reached out, tracing your jawline, “Our moments have been organic and I had no hidden agenda behind them, but I won’t deny that I’ve emptied inside you continually because I am intentionally trying to get you pregnant- for the sole reason of wanting to have a child together. Not because the court expects me too...” 

Your stomach felt like butterflies had formed, something like arousal stirring in your body at his choice of words, “You’ve been trying to get me pregnant without telling me?” It wasn’t meant as a reprimand but more of a soft tease. 

Jungkook let out something between a laugh and a scoff, a boyish look on his face, “Figured’ the action spoke more for itself I guess. Nothing screams "I want to get you pregnant” like burying my cum inside you.” 

“Jungkook…!” You whispered out. 

Jungkook laughed harder before wincing, hands grabbing his head as he groaned, “This horrible, ugh Eunoian wine always gives me the worst headaches. Seems you and the wine have something in common.” 

You clacked your tongue, “And here I thought I was going to be nice this morning and give what you had requested the night before.” 

Jungkooks eyes blinked back open, curiosity brimming as he squinted, “What does that mean?”

“You only get to find out if you take back the headache comparison.” 

“It may give me a headache but it’s just as sweet as your cunt- Ow!” 

You had immediately straddled him, taking your pillow with you as you hit him on the head with it as he grabbed it, tossing it aside before his hands snaked around your asscheeks, “There it cancels out, now continue.” 

You could feel the pang of arousal in your cunt as you situated yourself, leaning forward a little as you smiled, “You’ve been rather mean to me this morning, are you sure you’re worthy of it?” 

“You like it when I’m mean,” Jungkook flirted back, fingers digging into your ass, multiple bruises had already stained your skin in the form of his fingers, and it looked right now would be stained on your skin later as well, “I could be even meaner- After all, you let Yoongi take me back and then that rat got his hands on you.” 

You raised your brows with an amused smile, “I assure you no rat had his hands on me for more than a moment.”

You could see it in his eyes, something dark stirring as his jaw clenched a little, a possessive tone in his voice, “A moment is still too long- what did he want?” 

Your hand traced down his chest as you replied, “It seems I was not clear enough when I ended our relationship right before you and I wedded. Seokjin had this idea that we were still lovers.”

“And?”

His fingers dug even harder, nails starting to dig into your skin, not overly painful but just enough for your cunt to feel it, “And I told him I belong to you, and that there was nothing left.” 

Jungkook huffed, fingers relaxing a little, “Couldn’t stand the way he looked at you last night, acting like he had any right to stare at you like that.” 

You laughed softly at his broody look, “Well trust me, Seokjin isn’t getting to experience what you are.” 

Your lips pressed against his clavicle, Jungkook’s lips parted to make a remark but they paused as you lifted yourself a little, kisses fluttering down his chest as the bed cover was slowly pushed back, his naked body revealed and his cock hard and proud. 

It was difficult to not be aroused when he knew you were naked in his bed, but the sight was even more to behold as your tongue softly pressed against his abdominal, his sucked in a harsh breath of air as the soft wet muscle slid towards his pubic bone. 

You planted another kiss against his pubic bone before pressing your tongue back against his warm skin, sliding it down to meet the base of his cock, his hips physically thrusting in need as you let out a shy laugh. 

Jungkook had done nothing but give you pleasure from the moment he declared his love, you wanted to show him the same, how much you wanted him, needed him, how he would never need to worry about another man. 

You only wanted to be his, it was difficult to not let yourself become shy though- yes you had a little experience with this, but it was different, back then you did it as a means to keep things from going further. 

You wanted to do this now, but your husband was not what you considered beginner friendly, it felt like a weapon was staring at you.

Jungkook couldn’t resist the soft moan at the sight of you looking up at him, those pretty doe-like eyes all flustered just inches away from his cock, so confident one moment and shy the next.

Jungkook let out an amused scoff, his hand tenderly pressed against your head as he stroked it, “You’ve sucked cock before, go on.” 

It was a lighthearted tease that made your lips quiver into a pout, “Jungkook...I…I want you to show me what you like…” You mumbled, unable to look at him whilst saying it. 

Jungkook hummed as he reached out, grabbing your head more firmly as he forced you a little closer to his fat cock, “Open your mouth,” It was soft command you couldn’t deny as you let out a breathy moan as you parted you lips, “Mm yeah, now stick out your tongue.” 

“Jungkook…” You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment but you felt a sharp tug on your hair in reprimand. 

“You want to please me, yeah? Then be a good girl and show me your tongue.” Jungkook growled lightly as your lips trembled before you did as you were told. 

You stuck your tongue out a little as Jungkook grasped your hair once more rewarding, “Good girl,” He stroked your head, “Now open your mouth a little wider and let your spit drip on the head.” 

Your entire face felt like it was on fire, grabbing the base of his cock as you leaned over it, sticking your tongue out a little further as Jungkook spoke, “Look at me.” You meekly glanced up at him as a wad of spit dripped off your tongue, pooling down onto his fat bulbous head as he moaned softly, eyes lidded at the sight. 

“Fuck yeah, my pretty wife, now take the tip in your mouth, just the tip,” Jungkook ushered softly, watching in blind pleasure as you meekly leaned down, parting your lips a little further, you couldn’t help but hesitate for a moment. 

It wasn’t that you were staring at his cock, it was more like…it was staring at you. His tip was incredibly fat and bulbous, you knew this, but now being at eye level, mouth to cock level, it made you realize just how big he was.

“Having second thoughts?” Jungkook teased, “Your little rat wasn’t as well equipped?” 

Your eyes slowly looked up at him with a glare as he snickered, an affectionate look in his eyes, “Just the tip to start my goddess.”

Your lips parted around his tip before fully pushing it further into your mouth, your jaw immediately aching for a brief moment before you forced yourself to relax as you closed your eyes, sucking his tip gently as you waited for Jungkook’s next instruction. 

Jungkook could feel the sweat breaking on the back of his neck as he moaned softly, “Fuck,” Something about watching you struggle just to take his tip had his hormones completely fucked up, “Drag your tongue over the slit.” He gritted his teeth, watching you pull off his cock before you looked up at him, dragging your tongue over his head as his lips twitched, hot arousal beginning to fill him more and more, “Now suck it further.” 

Your lips pressed against his tip before you parted your lips once more, trying to relax your jaw as you took him back into your mouth, this time attempting to take him further. Keyword; attempt. It was admittedly a tight fit, not as impossible as you first assumed it would be, but not as roomy as it had once been with Seokjin. 

You let out a muffled whine causing Jungkook to moan as he gripped your hair a little tighter before he pushed you a little further down onto his cock, a noise sounded from you but it suspiciously sounded like a moan and you hadn’t pulled off him yet. 

Jungkook testingly yanked your hair a little, another whine thrumming on his cock as he began to force your head to bob along his cock, he moaned softly at the sight of your mouth stuffed with his cock, naked and tits bouncing, drool beginning to dribble down his shaft and to his balls. 

“Good girl sweetheart.” Jungkook moaned a soft praise as he began to push you down further onto his cock, now nearly half his cock stuffed into your mouth before you suddenly gagged, his fat head hitting the back of your throat. You hadn’t pulled completely off his cock, just enough to regain yourself before you grabbed his thighs, taking his cock back where it was before. 

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair as he puffed a breath, “What a good little girl, taking my cock this obediently. Mmm you don’t have to take it down your throat if you’re not ready, I’m sure you haven’t- fuck!” He hissed through his teeth at the sudden feel of his fat head beginning to forcefully squeeze down that tight little throat of yours. 

Your eyes were immediately blurring with tears and your jaw had a gripping ache in it and your throat was burning but you weren’t about to quit now as you took his cock further down your throat. 

Jungkook was moaning louder this time running a hand through his hair and trying to not give into the animalistic urge to fuck your throat raw, instead his hand won the battle instead, yanking your hair roughly, causing a choked gurgled whine to escape you, it had his cock throbbing even harder. 

You whimpered at your slow pace suddenly upheaved for a much rougher sloppier one as Jungkook forced your throat to take his cock exactly the way he wanted it, you were gagging now, tears dripping down your face as you moaned on his cock. 

Swears begin to leave his lips left and right before he came you were suddenly pulled off his cock, a breath of air escaping you as you gasped out, your throat painfully stinging as you looked up at him in teary eyed confusion. 

“Sit on my face.” It was ragged, grunted command

You coughed, rubbing your throat tenderly, “Pardon?” 

“Want to suck on your clit while you finish me.”

You couldn’t even ask how that would work before Jungkook suddenly grabbed you, roughly manhandled you as you whined out, clit throbbing as he turned you around, “Jungkook…!” 

“Going to suckle this pretty clit while you suck my cock,” He pulled your thighs closer as you dropped, hands catching the bed as you whined, now within distance of his cock, head weeping precum as it faced you. 

Jungkook easily moved your thighs to either side of his face as you let out a shaky breath, you didn’t think such a lewd position could exist and yet Jungkook was surprising you with new things with each passing day.

You let out a sharp moan at his tongue suddenly pressing against your hole, tasting your arousal before sliding up your puffy slit, an even louder moan escaping you as his lips wrapped around your clit for a brief moment.

“Use your hand and your mouth,” Jungkook growled, the carnal need to cum all over your face and his patience was running thin, hand suddenly smacking your ass in prompt as you let out a loud noise.

“Mm fuck yeah, squeeze it hard,” Jungkook moaned at your hand squeezing his thick base nice and hard, lips wrapping around his tip as he began to suckle your clit once more, a lewd mixture of moans filled the air. 

Jungkook’s hands rubbed down your thighs as before he harshly smacked your right ass cheek, hips jolting as he heard a gurgled whine, your hand forcefully pumping his base with a tight squeeze as you messily bobbed your head down on his cock. 

It was difficult to focus when his tongue was swirling around your sensitive little bud, every little flick sending shocks of pleasure in your body as you whined around his cock, every little sensation of pleasure making you take him further in your mouth as you began to rock your hips against his tongue.

Jungkook allowed his tongue to still, letting your hips guide his tongue to slide through your little slit back to your clit as you moaned, your hand stroking him roughly became shorter once more as your mouth took more of him

Your voice vibrated along his shaft as you sucked against him harder, hand stroking past his base as you tenderly massaged his balls, making a grunt escape him, lips wrapping around your clit once more as you whined, Jungkook refuses to let up.

His hand suddenly smacking your left ass cheek this time, the delicious sting of pain making you moan as spit slowly trailed down his shaft, your hand becoming lubricated as it squeezed harshly against his base, pumping him roughly as if trying to milk his cock for every drop of seed.

Jungkook smacked your ass harder, the stinging pain persisting as his tongue messily swirled your clit before the palm of his hand found your ass once more and his hips lifted, his cock sliding in your mouth with a gurgle, just the feeling made him moan and before he could stop he couldn’t help himself.

Jungkook’s hips continued to thrust as he felt your mouth obediently still for him, letting him fuck your mouth, cock sliding along your warm tongue as his palm smacked your poor right asscheek, once, then twice, he could feel your gurgled moans on his cock as he continued to fuck it in your mouth before he hit a particularly sensitive spot on your ass making you squirm.

Jungkook tenderly stroked the spot as he moaned along your clit, hips lethargically thrusting as your grip on his base suddenly squeezed tighter making him grunt once more, he had surely found heaven. Even with a pounding headache still raging your sweet cunt took the edge off it.

He moaned softly feeling pleasure throbbing in waves as his cock slid along your tongue, your hand pumping his base before massaging his balls once more, he didn’t even bother to warn you, too lost in his own pleasure buried in your cunt, lapping up your clit as his eyes closed, revealing in his orgasm as he came in your mouth. 

You let out an obscene moan as you took him further, sucking his cock harsh as his own moan mixed in the air, hands stroking your ass as you sucked every drop of cum from his cock until he was too sensitive as you pulled off him.

Jungkook however was still very much enjoying your cunt, lips lazily wrapping around your clit making you squeal once finally resting against his pubic bone as your clit throbbed, his tongue abusing your little bud as he moaned, lapping and suckling it as pleasure rapidly built in your body, far more than you were used to at once.

Jungkook’s grip on your thighs tightened at the feeling of you jolting, the pleasure almost too intense as you struggled, his stubborn grip not letting you go as his tongue flattened your bud moaning as you whined out, “Mmm! Koo…! Ah…!” Your body stiffened at the way his tongue slid quickly along your sensitive clit, flicking at its sensitive spot before an even higher pitched cry left you.

Your thighs almost spreading more as your hips sudden rutted into his tongue, Jungkook moaned hands grabbing your hips in encouragement as you rutted into him further, clit throbbing in so much pleasure before you came, and it felt so good, having his warm, soft tongue continue over your clit and keep going.

Everything was becoming sensitive, even painful, but you couldn’t ask him to stop when it felt so good, Jungkook’s hands were all over your ass, petting it and squeezing the flesh in his hands as his tongue tenderly pressed into your clit, gathering the overstimulated bud in his mouth.

Your thighs were beginning to tremble as breathy whimpers escaped your lips, unable to keep yourself propped anymore as you laid against his body, letting him support you as he tongue swirled the bud that was quickly building pleasure once more, your moans were unfiltered, unholy and loud, “Koo…! Mmm’ Koo…mmm like that…”

Jungkook suckled your clit a little harder before flattening his tongue over the bud once more, clit burning in pleasure as you whined sharply, his tongue kept lapping that little sweet spot before your back began to arch, propping yourself on your forearms, hips desperately rutting his face for relief.

Feeling his tongue messily push through your slit back to your clit each time was like madness as pleasure bloomed in waves, before it finally snapped, cumming all over his tongue as you whined.

Hips unable to stop rutting as his tongue stilled for you, letting you go as long as you wanted, giving you as much pleasure as you wanted, riding your orgasm out until you felt the next one already building.

“Mmm! Koo…yeah…oh…!” you whimpered softly, eyes shut as you felt his tongue pushing and flattening onto your clit with each rut of your hips.

Every little touch had you jolting a little, thighs burning but your body unable to stop at that delicious sting of hypersensitivity, your clit aching in pleasure with each slide of friction with his tongue.

Jungkook kept your hips still as his tongue swirled around your aching bud making you moan, mumbling incomprehensible words, pleasure aching in your body as he suckled the tender bud in his mouth once more.

Jungkook was particularly tender this time, slowly coaxing the orgasm from your body, tongue making no harsh motion or movement, only pressing softly into your sweet spot each time just a little harder. 

Your body trembled as you let out a gurgled whine, pleasuring building as you felt his tongue swirl around your little hole, dragging arousal with his tongue as he lapped your clit, giving it a soft kiss before gathering the little bud into his mouth to suckle.

The gesture made your body fold, cumming from the sensation as you collapsed against him once more, eyes blurred from tears of pleasure at how good it felt, how good he made you feel.

Jungkook pressed one last kiss against your clit before he slowly peeled you off his face, his hands were gentle as he manhandled you, pulling you against his chest with a soft moan.

Kisses flustering along your collarbone as he murmured, “Mmm, my wife, mine,” his fingers squeezed against your skin, “My head is killing me.”

This caused a tired chuckle to escape your lips, curling against him as you tenderly pressed a kiss against his neck in reciprocation, “I know my love, maybe you should not drink as much tonight…?”

“I make no promises,” Jungkook murmured against your skin softly, fingers tracing the sides of your body, “Especially when you take pity on me like this.” he pressed another kiss against the side of your head, “Even moreso when you look so beautiful….” He slowly frowned, piercing eyes trailing your body as his hands feathered along your skin, “What did he want with you last night…?”

In turn you couldn’t help but frown at the memory, shifting in your husbands arms as you laid on your stomach, hand reaching out to brush the hair from his eyes, “Seokjin took me to his office to talk privately, it appears he…” You sighed, a worried look beginning to spread across your face.

“What?” Jungkook’s brows furrowed.

“While he assumed we were still a couple- there’s something else that worries me more…” You thought back to the previous night as you continued, “He mentioned having a plan…? Involving me coming here on my own and staying.” 

Jungkook frowned, laying on his back as he stared at the ceiling in thought, “That could mean many things. Even if you had come here by yourself, staying would cause uneasy tension with Penumbra.”

“And what would that lead to…?” You asked, trying to figure out just what Seokjin had planned.

Jungkook shrugged, “Seems Kimhae was willing to go to war for you.” 

“You would go to war for me?” 

Jungkook’s lips quirked as he gazed at you, his eyes full of admiration as his fingers traced along your jawline, “If you were kept here against your will, if it meant bringing you back home.” 

You couldn’t help but share a shy smile with him, closing your eyes at the feeling of his hand tracing along your back, “Still…it worries me, much tension has been detected surrounding Penumbra.” 

“What would you propose we do about this then…?” Jungkook asked. 

You chewed on your lip in thought, “Well, I already ruined any chance of Seokjin potentially giving me any information.” 

Had you played your cards a little smarter you could’ve charmed Seokjin’s little plan right out of him, granted you were sure Jungkook would’ve rather fell on his own sword before witnessing such an event, so perhaps this was for the best anyways.

This made Jungkook snort, “Made a point did you?” 

“Nothing less than a true Jeon would.” You replied, perhaps a little proud.

This made Jungkook smile, clearly enjoying the way you wore his surname, “Nothing less than I’d expect from my wife.” 

“The only way we can know for sure if Kimhae has ill intentions is if we search Seokjin’s office.” You hummed out with a nod of certainty, “If there’s information anywhere on it, it would be there.” 

“…You’re asking that we do something that would potentially land us in hot water with the royal court if we got caught…?” Jungkook hummed.

A mischievous smile tugged on your lips before you whispered out, “I’ll have you know I was very good at sneaking out.” 

“Why am I not surprised?” He looked amused, “And when do you propose we do this? Since his office is definitely not highly guarded.” 

“We’ll have to sneak away during the ball,” you answered easily, “Most of the guards and attention will be on the ballroom since so many royals and high aristocrats will be attending, should make the halls easy to navigate, and everyone will be making merry- even the staff, shouldn’t be too difficult to get to his office unnoticed.” 

Jungkook raised his brows intrigued, “Hm…so you really are a troublemaker.” 

“Are you surprised?” 

“No.” Jungkook let a sly smile tug on his lips, “Our marriage would’ve been terribly boring if you weren’t.” 

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Smutty Captain Kid Headcanons - Part 1 

Summary: A collection of NSFW headcanons for Eustass Kid

Genre: Smut

CW: oral sex, threesomes, cuckolding, exhibitionism, dirty talk, mean dom Kid, toys, piercings, spanking

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Man is a f-r-e-a-k. 

Seriously high libido. He’s hard more often than he’s not. If you’re going to be fucking him, you’re going to be logging some real overtime. And he’s serious about getting off, too. Turns into an absolute fiend if he has blue balls, takes it out on the entire crew. Everyone knows when the captain didn’t get off the night before. Basically can’t function without a blowjob.  

Loves a good challenge. All about the chase.

Went through a phase where he wasn’t interested in sleeping with women unless he could get two at a time. His face and cock buried in pussy is his perfect night. Would happily drown in the pussy if he could. 

Definitely enjoys cuckolding other men. Is the definition of a bull. But while he likes bedding a woman behind her boyfriend or husband’s back, he prefers to make them watch. If the boyfriend/husband is a marine or government bureaucrat, it’s even better.

Has definitely had his dick sucked by marines before, both male and female. Has joked about his wanted poster being a nude.

Never shuts up in bed. It’s a running commentary, him goading, teasing, and bullying you. Tells you to stop being such a crybaby when he’s fucking you. “You told me you could take it, so you’re gonna fucking take it.” “What’s wrong? Embarrassed by how wet you are? Because you should be.” “Of course it’s too big, but you’ll cum on it anyway.” Definitely calls you his dumb little fuck bunny. Can be really mean when he makes you cum. And just when it’s about too much, he says something nice. “You have the cutest pussy.” “You taste so sweet.” “You’re such a good girl.” When he’s saying mean things, he’ll sometimes stroke your cheek with his thumb or place sweet kisses on your body. 

If you do end up in a relationship with this man, you might just live to regret it because all of his attention is going to be on you. And that’s a lot. 

Gives you a pair of metal bracelets. Dumbly, you think they’re just a sweet gift (Kid? Giving a sweet gift?) so you put them on without a second thought. Next thing you know, the bracelets are stuck to a wall, you can’t get them off, and Kid is ripping your clothes off like a little kid opening a birthday present. Is so proud of himself for this one, too. As much as you complain, you never take the bracelets off after that. Killer figures out pretty quickly why you now wear a metal band on each wrist, and sometimes an extra set around your ankles; gets drunk one night and confides in you that he’s a little jealous; when you ask him if he’s jealous of you or Kid in this scenario, he says, “both.”  

Has had so many threesomes with Killer he's lost count. The two have an agreement to always share when asked (one veto per year). Dating Kid basically means being in a throuple with Killer, and fucking Kid definitely means getting fucked by Killer. Killer is even allowed to fuck you without Kid present (but you have to tell Kid about it or else he gets jealous).

Has definitely written his name in lipstick on your tits before.

Really into toys. Has tied you up and left you with a vibrator between your legs several times. 

Used his devil fruit power to shoot needles through your nipples, piercing them the way he’d always wanted. Has bought you a variety of pretty nipple rings since then- a pair with several opals dangling from each end, a pair of black shields, cute butterfly barbells with amethyst wings, a pair with onyx coffins on the ends. His favorite pair are the ones with little ruby cherries; he pretended they were cheap but he actually spent a fortune on them (the rubies are pigeon blood, very high quality) because he just couldn’t pass them up. Actually came in his pants the first time he saw them poking through your thin shirt, forbade you from going braless after that. One of his favorite things in the world is putting new rings in, to the point he forbids you from switching them on your own. Loves to use his devil fruit power to tug on them when he’s fucking you.  

Speaking of rules, he has quite a few, mostly because he gets very jealous. In addition to no going braless, you can’t wear your hair off the ship in pigtails (every time you do, a man in town hits on you and Kid just has to fight him), you can’t eat ice cream in public, and if you want to wear that one top- the skintight plaid one with cutouts- you have to pay the blowjob tax (Kid really enjoys cumming in the boob cutout). If you break the rules, you won’t be able to sit for a week. You often break the rules. 

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Better Men Have Hit Their Knees and Bigger Men Have Died

Cassian x Reader

Summary: They say all is fair in love and war.

Warnings: Smut, hate-fucking.

Word Count: 5,313

Notes: I've said it once and I'll say it again. I think I'm in love with this Cassian.

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“I’ll wrestle you to your fucking knees if you don’t do it yourself.” Cassian’s ire slides up your spine like a blade straight from the forge, “So why don’t you save us both the time and get down.”

Your glare does nothing to deter the path of his lust-filled gaze, drinking in your revealing dress, the onyx ink adorning your bare skin from bargains made throughout your years, the sweep of coal around your eyes, covering only the most intimate parts of you.

Except for the one buried deep within your soul, your innermost feelings, he’s attuned to. All because of that damned mating bond.

You cannot stand the male looking down at you. That spark in his eyes, the demands from those lips, curled into a cruel smile at the flare of anger he feels from you, all sharp teeth and drunk on lust. His stare is just as cutting, and you can hardly tell if he hates the silvery silk you’re cloaked in, like moonlight dripping off your skin, or if the dislike is simply directed at your entire being.

Either way, you don’t have time. The both of you are supposed to be joining the others in Rhysand’s office for a final walkthrough of the plan before heading into the Hewn City for the night, one full of debauchery and putting on a show for the citizens that think you’re nothing more than a crony for a single-minded High Lord.

But Cassian had caught you in the hallway and forced you back into your room, cock hard and demanding you get on your knees for him. It was a thing that you don’t remember having started, as the both of you held a strong dislike towards each other for years, since Rhysand had brought you in to give a fresh stance on warfare. But lust had licked up your spine at his actions nonetheless. Damn that unaccepted bond purring in your chest, reacting to him in every way, betraying you to your core.

Rhysand didn’t think that Cassian would react with such abhorrence to the presence of another well trained general, especially a female. It wasn’t like he had brought you in to replace the warlord, although, from hearing some of his strategies, you thought you might’ve been brought in to do exactly that.

You size him up, as you always do, and his hazel eyes flicker at the challenge. Sparring with him always ended with both of you torn and bloody, neither of you willing to submit to the other. It carried on into the bedroom as well, fighting for control in the throes of lust, your unmated bonds thrumming in your chests, always reaching out for one another. 

And yet neither of you had denied it, though the threat always lingered, both of you teetering on the edge of declining the other when irritated too much. But that itch was constant, never fulfilled, urging you to react.

You open your mouth to snap back at him, a nasty retort on the tip of your tongue, but he’s quick – hundreds of years of Illyrian training under his belt had made him so. He grips your chin roughly, the bite of his fingers pressing into the hinge of your jaw makes your cunt clench, even as you glare up at him.

“Nuh-uh,” he scolds, like he knows exactly what you had planned on spewing. The fucking smirk on his face tells you that the only thing you’ll be spitting on is his cock, whenever he demands it. The steely, commanding look in his eyes makes a shiver crawl up your spine and your fists curl into the smooth fabric of your dress. “No talking.”

And Mother, do you want to speak just to piss him off. You know what will happen if you do, you’ve tried it on many occasions, testing his limits, because there was no way in hell that you were going to take his demands as easily as one of his mediocrely trained soldiers, not when the both of you so openly disliked each other.

But you’re already running late. You need to be downstairs soon for the briefing and if you open your mouth now he won’t let you cum. So instead, you bite your tongue to the brink of splitting it open, and sink to your knees before Cassian.

His cock twitches in his pants and he nearly groans at the sight of you, the harsh glare you’re sending up at him, your chin trapped in his hold. If he presses just a little firmer those pretty pink lips will pop right open for him–

Cassian works his belt loose with one hand, the other holding onto you like a vice. You don’t move, don’t dare to help him with his leathers. You so achingly want to watch his cock spring from confinement when he shoves them over the cutting muscles of his hips, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

You settle for watching it from the corner of your eyes, so close that his cock nearly hits you in the face. 

You can feel the warmth radiating from his massive length and your mouth waters, remembering the last time you’d had that heavy heat between your lips. You swear he was Cauldron blessed.

He’s ready as ever, precum beading at the tip as he strokes himself once, twice, pressing the head of his cock against your mouth, smearing the milky bead across your lips. You take a deep inhale of the heady scent of him, but it only spikes your arousal. Cassian’s cock twitches at the  barely there feeling, an unconscious reaction to the mating bond festering beneath his skin.

You force nonchalance and hatred with every fiber of your being, staring up at him in defiance. Later, you will get your revenge, riding him until the sun wakes and not letting him cum until he forces you into the mattress and uses you like you’re nothing but a whore. You can picture the way his large hands will manhandle you, folding you into tight shapes for him as he pounds into your cunt with fervor, like a drowning man, spewing vitriol like they’re confessions of love.

A raised eyebrow, your way of asking, ‘Any more demands? Or can we get this started?’

Cassian’s grin turns feral, his fingers pinching open your jaw while his free hand coils your hair around into a tight fist.

“No gagging, sweetheart.”

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You’re eager to play tonight, riled from the time spent with Cassian’s cock in your mouth, stretching your throat wide enough to take his entire length, your hair pulled into his large fist as he shoved your head closer to his body until your nose met the coarse hairs above his cock.

He held you there and you reveled in the burn. There was nothing gentle about him having full control of you, and the lick of lust you’d let slip between the two of you only made his free hand slide down, clamping at your soft neck where he could feel himself, your throat bulging around his girth. 

If you had more time he would have stripped you bare and lifted your cunt to his mouth to devour the wetness dripping from your folds. He was perhaps the most excited down there, and it was the only time where you’d let him dominate you, drawing orgasm after orgasm from you until your thighs quaked, breathing so ragged you couldn’t argue with him, hands holding so tightly to his hair he thought you might rip it clean from his scalp. 

He’d cum so far down your throat you could hardly feel the hot spurts as he released. You’d shoved at his hips in desperation, wanting to taste his familiar musk. By the end of it you’d had spit and cum dripping from your chin to the milky skin between your breasts the moonlit silk of your dress left bare.

You wanted to bathe in it, wear it proud like any battle scar, but you shoved those thoughts so deeply inside of you where his prying bond wasn’t able to reach. Instead, you sent him the ice cold hatred you felt anytime someone compared his strategies to yours. You honed in on that feeling and held on tight.

At least the material of your dress hadn’t been stained, and you’d made a valiant attempt at fixing your hair before you showed up to the meeting room with your comrades.

If any of them noticed anything off about you, they knew better than to speak.

Now, you’re prowling the large ballroom after having received a nod from your High Lord to lure and pry for information by any means necessary. Cassian preferred brute force and Azriel tended to seek information with his blades, while you used a different approach, one that might even work better than bloodshed and torture.

There’s nothing more threatening to a male than a female’s body.

The music playing throughout the hall is sensual in itself, the fast-paced sounds flowing throughout the room in a lustful wave. The sultry female voice harmonizes perfectly with her male counterpart, and the song sounds like it’s own mixture of lewd moans and words, the air hot and serenading the partygoers like sirens.

You’ve wanted nothing more than to press your body up against someone’s, and after having downed a few glasses of wine, that is exactly what you plan on doing.

Your eyes catch on a tall male then, your first victim. Rhysand had briefed you and the other members of the Inner Circle on him, Rhodes. His body is lean with muscle, skin a pretty pale blue that would draw the eye of anyone in the room. His caramel gaze scans the room as he speaks to a fellow warrior, an empty rock glass hanging lazily at his side. He has a strong nose and matching scars mirrored across both cheeks that somehow only exaggerates his rugged beauty. He’s one of Beron’s highest appointed commanders, and even you cannot deny his gorgeous features.

Slinking through the crowd to him is easy, and drawing him away from the male before him easier, drawing him deep into the crowd of writhing bodies with the promise of entertainment on your curved lips.

Oh, these generals of war and how they like to play.

Dancers clear from your path with scowls, some spitting insults at you as you drag their general through the hall with a grin, like you’ve won a luxurious prize. You don’t flinch or cringe away from them, only smile and swing your hand with the commanders to emphasize and flaunt what you’ve got.

You find a spot in the middle of the floor, where Rhysand and Feyre can both see you from the dais, where everyone has the perfect view of you and your prey, the scalding flash locking your spine in place tells you so.

You ignore the feeling, not letting your act falter as you spin to a stop before him. The blue-skinned fae doesn’t stop with you though, his large stride eats the last step separating you, forcing all of the air between you to rush away until his body is flush against yours. You have his full attention.

A playful smirk graces your lips as you stare up at him, fingers already reaching up, grazing across his dark tunic to wrap around his neck. His hands slide around your waist, gentlemanly for now. It’s a pleasing surprise, knowing how the males of the Hewn City actually are.

You find yourself falling into an easy rhythm with Rhodes, and your swaying quickly turns to writhing, grinding against him as his hands pull you desperately into his body at the command of the sinful music. You nearly lose your motive when you meet his butterscotch eyes, drinking in every movement you make. 

You can feel his interest against your hip.

Rhodes curls downwards, so tall that you wonder if his spine hurts just a little, as he dips down to meet your gaze more fully, a question in his eyes.

“You think you can have me?” you purr, a wicked smile gracing your lips as you trail a metallic dipped fingernail down the exposed blue of his chest. The effects of the wine have you buzzing, but you know better than to give and not receive payment for your efforts. “You know that there’s always a price to pay, don’t you, Rhodes?”

His burned buttery eyes flash with irritation and his grip on your hips tighten, a clear sign of his frustration. You can see the battle behind his heated gaze, how badly he wants you, what information he’s willing to give you in exchange for a taste.

The thunderous music peaks, crashing into a crescendo that makes you shiver as a second body closes in on you from behind, pressing flush against you. Your bond purrs in your chest but it could be the buzz from the wine as you arch backwards into the warmth, grinding into him as your head tilts back to lean against the wall of a male who’s trapped you between him and Rhodes, eyes shut in bliss and mouth open in a pleasured exhale.

The male behind you dips his head toward your ear and you can’t help but to tilt your head, leaning it against his temple as he speaks.

He chuckles, and Cassian’s breathy and hot words send shivers up your spine. “Oh, you’ll fuck anything, won’t you, sweetheart?”

At the sound of his voice your heart stops and your eyes snap open, locking directly on Rhodes’, who’s now looking down at you like you’re some sort of festering wound. He releases your hips immediately and he slinks back into the crowd on a jarring note from the violin, chin tilted high and glaring down at anyone who looks his way. Even he knows better than to fuck with one of the High Lords companions.

The shock must still be on your face when you turn around because Cassian’s shit-eating grin only widens before he’s taking your wrist in a firm grip and leading you from the dancefloor.

You want to refuse, but the bond in your chest is aching at you not to, to follow him even though you’re angrier than the Mother. He’s ruined your entire scheme.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you spit once he’s dragged you from the party, putting a room between you and the debauchery that’s happening in the ballroom, music softening through the closed door.

Cassian spins on his heel, shoving you right up into the wooden frame. It’s too dark to read the look on his face but his eyes glimmer in the night and his wings pull up high. You can make out the shapes of his claws forming a taunting halo above his head.

His hands are everywhere all at once, pulling at the ties of your dress to release it from your body that’s already curving into his eager touch. The darkness chills your skin as the fabric melts to the ground and your breath is a gasp as Cassian’s mouth sucks harshly at the skin of your throat, quickly working his way downward, your heartbeat pounding in time with the drums of the notes in the other room.

“Don’t you want to be my good girl?” He taunts and you hiss, pulling at his hair from where you were threading the silky strands through your fingers.

“Fuck you,” you spit.

“No,” he growls, low in your ear. You let slip a strained moan as you feel the heat of his cock meet your dripping cunt before sliding in easily, one fell swoop that shoves all of the emotions you’ve buried deep inside of you to the surface. “Fuck you.”

You cry out in pleasure, clinging to him like you never want to let him go. Your legs wind around his waist and he presses your body into the door as he fucks into you, his fingers covering the spots where Rhodes had been holding you in the ballroom, replacing the commanders touch with his own.

The bond aches in your chest at your close proximity to your counterpart. Your other half, equals in every way yet you can’t stand each other. You can’t stand his stupid hair that fits perfectly between your fingers, his hazel gaze that’s always staring at you with malice. You hate the smirk he directs your way and how you can’t seem to ever get those lips off of your mind, how you dream about him as much as you work with him–

No. You need to shut that train of thought down immediately, but it’s so difficult when his cock commands them from you, pushing them to the surface with each thrust, you moan out his name instead.

“That’s right,” he says against your mouth, “Scream for me, sweetheart.”

And you do.

It’s the only thing you can do besides let your innermost feelings spill from your lips. You know that you shouldn’t feel this way, know that he loathes you, but you can’t help it. You were made to be his, to want him completely.

Your nails rake down his back, so awfully close to the base of his wings it has him shuddering a growling, nipping harshly at your lip as he untangles your hands from around him. You whimper at the loss when he pins them above your head in one hand, the other supporting you, the muscles of his arm bulging with the effort.

Head falling back on your shoulders, your thighs quake where they’re clasped around Cassian’s waist. You can feel the perspiration against your forehead as he presses his against your own, glaring down at you because he wants to watch you as he ruins you, makes a mess of you for everyone else tonight.

Your chest heaves against his, a battle all its own as your heart beats a booming rhythm. Your skin sticks to his and you gasp when he shifts, plunging into you from a different angle.

You cum on his cock but Cassian’s not finished with you. He bites at your shoulder when he feels you tense around him, revels in the noises you make, uncaring if anyone else hears. It is the Hewn City, afterall.

“Give me another,” he demands, picking up his pace, pressing into your further. You can hardly breathe with his body against yours and you think you’ve heard the wood of the door begin splitting open from how harshly he’s fucking you into it.

Your legs go limp around him but he has one thing on his mind, releasing your arms in favor of latching onto your legs to hold you up. You mewl at the relentless way that he’s fucking into you, the long draw of your orgasm quickly building into another as his cock hits the spot inside of you like he’s known it all along.

You have no choice but to follow his demand, cumming around him again with a keen as he follows, releasing into you, his breathing ragged.

He leans against you for a moment as he collects his bearings and before you have the chance to revel in the way his body molds perfectly to yours he’s dropping you to your feet and tucking himself away.

“Clean yourself up, you look like a mess.”

His words clang in your chest like a death knoll, harsh and unrelenting. You should have known it to be true, neither of you ever stayed a minute longer in each other’s presence once you’d finished, but this…this stings.

Cassian leaves you in the darkened room by yourself while he slips away, headed towards the dining room where dinner is about to be served.

You sit for a long moment, his cum dripping down your thighs as you bury unwanted emotions away. Your dress is a disheveled mess and your lips are bruised with his kisses, skin dotted purple from his touch. 

You knew that the Mother was cruel, but not like this. Because you’re mated to the male you loathe, even if he has ruined you for every other body in Prythian.

You fist the silky material of your dress as your anger seeps in.

No. You will not let him humiliate you this time. You’re the one he stopped in the hall. You’re the one he dragged away from Rhodes. You’re the one who made him cum again and again. 

You’re not letting Cassian have this one.

It takes you two times to stand because of how bad your legs are trembling. Your thighs are sore from how hard Cassian fucked you and you can feel every place he touched as you shove your skirts down to cover your slick legs. You hadn’t bothered to wipe him from you. No, you want them all to know who treats you like this.

You stalk towards the dining room, building your confidence brick by brick with each clack of your heels. Spine straightening, chin tilting upward, mouth pressed into a firm line.

Let them see the tear in your dress, the mess of your hair, the smear of your lipstick halfway across your cheek. Let them smell the cum dripping down your thighs. Show them how much of a brute through and through Cassian is. 

Fuck him.

As you near, you hear the heavy scrape of a chair against the floor. It’s an urgent sound, like someone’s realized they’ve forgotten their weapon in another room. Just as you’re about to turn the corner to enter the dining room Cassian appears, wrapping a firm arm around your waist and hoisting you over his shoulder in such a swift move it takes your mind a moment to catch up. The talon of his wing nearly tears your forehead open and you make a noise of frustration in retaliation.

“Hey,” you shout, pounding at his back. His grip is tight, unrelenting and your fists don’t seem to have any effect on the hard cording of his back. “Put me down!”

“No,” he growls in response, stalking away from the dinner guests.

But you’re not giving up, you never have.

Cassian lets you slip from his shoulder but he’s quick to pin you against the wall, as far from the dinner his body would allow before the need to be buried inside of you again becomes unbearable.

“I’m hungry,” you say, acting aloof as ever. 

Cassian grins wolfishly, “I’ll give you something to put in your mouth then, how about that?”

You don’t have a chance to respond because he’s dipping down, lips capturing yours in a feral kiss that’s more teeth than lips.

Your body reacts instinctually. You’re clawing at his clothes, but he no longer seems to care if buttons pop from the ridiculous shirt Rhys had forced him into, if the fabric snags against his wings in your haste to rid him of it. It’s like you can’t control yourself, something deep inside of you needing to be filled by him always.

He spins you around and you plant your hands against the wall to brace yourself. Rucking your dress up on your hips, Cassian is quick to tug his trousers off once more. And while you’d come here with the intention of giving him a piece of your mind, your body clearly has other thoughts, your mating bond thrashing around in the cage it’s being locked in.

“Don’t be fucking greedy now,” he grunts as you arch into him, shoving your cunt back to take him more fully. His hands are steel on your hips, the pads of his fingers digging roughly into your skin, halting your movements. “Already ready for round two?”

You bite your lip so hard you nearly draw blood as you try to stifle the whimper crawling up your throat. Gods, you need more, you need his broad chest pinning you to the wall, you need to feel the roughness of the partition imprinted into your cheek as he tries to shove you through it while he fucks into you harder, unable to control himself, giving into that primal urge that you’re feeling as well, the bond trying to claw it’s way from your body and into his–

“You’ll get as much as I give you,” his snarl is paired with a shifting of his hips, not forward, but back. It sends a flash of anger through you and you’re shaking in his grasp, you’re sure he can feel it beneath his hold on you. You can feel the head of his cock pulling out and you squeeze your eyes shut, clenching around him desperately, like it might just keep him there.

Cold air rushes through your lungs as he retreats. If you were a better female you wouldn’t beg, but the warmth of his pulsing cock withdrawing from your cunt is like losing a limb. You can feel your heart rate pick up in panic as his tip halts right inside of your entrance, any slight movement from you will send him sliding out completely.

You gasp desperately, and it sounds like a plea of pain while he holds you on the end of this hot cock.

“Fuck you like you love me, Cassian,” you beg, body shaking with the effort it takes to keep still for him. You don’t even realize what you’ve said until the air shifts in the aftermath.

Cassian’s hold on your hips turns to steel and his spine straightens. The bond in his chest roars and his vision goes white. He nearly loses the grip he has on himself, the wall he’d so carefully built between the two of you, and your confession has him wanting to bury his cock so deeply into you it’ll break you in half, so that he’s embedded into your body, your soul, forever.

“Tell me again,” he commands, but it’s not a warcry signaling the beginning of battle. No, it’s something else, much softer. It makes you whimper.

But you refuse. You will not repeat the words that had slipped from your mouth as if someone else had taken control of your body, as if your mating bond had grown a voice and forced it from you on its own. The words that had been shoved so deeply within yourself that they hardly even sound like you.

Cassian’s demeanor changes at your lack of response, fisting your hair in his grasp. He forces you into the wall with his elbow to your spine and pulls your hair tight. Your neck cranes and your back bows in his hold. He leans in close, breath hot in your ear as he growls. “Tell. Me. Again.”

“Please,” you gasp. Please don’t make me repeat myself. Please don’t stop fucking me. Please don’t hate me–

“No, that’s not it,” he scolds, but his tone takes on a slightly softer tone. His movements are agonizingly slow, sliding deep into like he hasn’t left in the middle of dinner to fuck you against the wall not even twenty feet away. Your entire body shudders in reaction to the long stroke, and tears burn your eyes when he nearly pulls all the way out of you again. “Tell me, sweetheart. I didn’t hear you.”

“Don’t,” you choke, a stubborn tear rolling hot down your cheek. You squeeze your eyes tight so he doesn’t see, “You’re being cruel, Cassian.”

“I think you’re the one being cruel, sweetheart,” he counters lowly. “Taunting me with your words, touching other males, teasing me with this perfect pussy.” His last words are accentuated by two sharp thrusts that make your cunt convulse and a weak moan escape your lips. “So I think you’ll be repeating exactly what you said a moment ago when I ask you.”

How can such harsh words make you feel like this? Cassian’s been nothing but rude to you since you’d arrived and yet he makes you feel like no other has. And if this is how you feel when he’s discourteous, you imagine how you’d feel if he actually had feelings…

Cauldron fucking spare me.

You work to swallow, refusing to meet his gaze as you speak, voice trembling. “I said…fuck me like you love me.”

The air is sucked from your body at the admission, his body, from the room. He’s so silent that if his warmth at your back and the head of his cock weren’t torturing you, you wouldn’t even know he was here at all.

“Look at me,” Cassian asks, and his voice is soft, so tender that it makes you flinch.

You refuse. You can’t force yourself to look at him. Not when he’s going to glare at you and make fun of you–

“Sweetheart,” he coos, tracing a gentle thumb across your cheek. “Please.”

And you do.

You don’t even know who you’re looking at. Cassian’s hazel eyes have gone soft, big and wide and staring at you like he doesn’t recognize you either. His bond strokes against your heart like his fingers do your spine, his grip in your hair slackening as his brash fingertips melt into a caress.

“I do love you, sweetheart,” he admits, and a part of you so desperately wants to believe that he’s lying. That his sappy glance will morph into one of condescending and taunting, but you can see it in his eyes that he’s being nothing but honest.

That feeling in your chest tells you so, too.

But you can’t help the insecurities that whimper out of you. “You do?”

He releases a shaky chuckle and he relaxes like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders. You gasp as he pulls out of you completely but he’s spinning you around and drawing you into his body, pressing his lips against yours in a searing kiss that doesn’t burn with lust but with love.

“Gods, yes,” he pants, pressing his forehead against yours. “I don’t know when it changed. Reckon I’ve always loved you, I think.”

Your heart soars at his words, mating bond singing in your chest. You can’t help but to grin up at him, brushing a loose strand of hair from his face, admiring his own look of awe.

“I think I’ve always loved you too, Cassian,” you sigh. Unable to help yourself you press up onto the tips of your toes, pecking him on the lips once, and then again. 

The war between you is over.

Almost, because the string in your chest coiling and twining with his is the last thing keeping you apart. 

Cassian must feel it too because he’s groaning like a dying male, leaning into you exaggeratedly. It makes you giggle and his heart soar.

“If I eat you out does that count as completing the bond, sweetheart? Need you to be mine right now.”

You laugh, burrowing your head into his chest. “Cassian, there is a dinner table right on the other side of this wall.”

He pulls away from you, face hard. The smile slips from your lips but his look isn’t one of anger, but primal protection.

“I’m not letting any of those fuckers see you like this.”

You cross your arms over your chest and raise your eyebrow in challenge. “Like what?”

That familiar razor-sharp smirk graces his lips, making your heart flutter in your chest. He reaches down to where your dress is torn and bunched up from your promiscuous activities, dragging two long fingers through your wetness and cum from minutes earlier. 

You shudder as he draws his fingers away, into his mouth, answer enough.

“Well, then you better get me out of here quickly,” you purr, wrapping your hand around his still stiff cock. He grunts softly and his pupils dilate. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

[aizenette]

ᴀɪᴢᴇɴ x ᴛᴀɴɪsʜᴀ ғʟᴜғғ! ᴏɴᴇ-sʜᴏᴛ

ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ - ᴛᴀɴɪsʜᴀ ᴄʜᴏ̄ᴅʜᴏʀɪ ɪs ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ ғᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ 'ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ's ʟɪʙᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴍᴜ̄ᴋᴇɴ' ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ғᴏᴄᴜsᴇs ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɪᴢᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ɪs ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀɪᴢᴇɴ's ʟɪғᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜɪs ᴍᴜ̄ᴋᴇɴ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ.

'ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ?' - sɪx-ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs

The moon cast a soft glow through the windows of the hidden estate, bathing the room in gentle light. Aizen lay beside Tanisha, their bodies entwined in a comfortable embrace under the covers.

Despite the tranquility of the moment, an unspoken tension lingered in the air. Tanisha shifted slightly, breaking the silence that enveloped them. Her voice, usually composed and firm, now carried a hint of vulnerability.

"Aizen," she began softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "Do you... truly love me?"

Aizen's expression remained serene, his gaze steady as he looked at her. He didn't respond immediately, as if weighing his words carefully.

Finally, he spoke in his usual calm tone, "Love is a complex concept, Tanisha. It evolves and changes with time and circumstance."

Tanisha's brow furrowed slightly at his response, her onyx eyes searching his face for any hint of emotion. "But what about us, Aizen?" she pressed gently, her voice barely above a whisper. "After everything we've been through... after the battles, the betrayals, the struggles... do you feel anything for me?"

Aizen's hand moved to gently caress her cheek, his touch warm against her skin. "You know as well as I do, Tanisha," he murmured, his voice laced with sincerity.

"Our bond goes beyond simple affection. It's a deep connection forged in mutual understanding and respect." Tanisha closed her eyes briefly, absorbing his words.

"Yes, but... do you love me?" she insisted softly, her heart pounding in her chest. Aizen's gaze softened, a faint smile touching his lips.

"Love, in its conventional sense, may not be the right word," he admitted, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "But what we share... it transcends conventional notions. It's a partnership built on trust, admiration, and a shared vision for the future."

Tanisha listened intently, her mind processing his words. "A partnership," she repeated thoughtfully, her voice tinged with a mix of acceptance and longing. "I understand, Aizen."

A moment of silence passed between them, filled only by the soft rustling of the sheets and the faint hum of the night outside.

Tanisha shifted closer to Aizen, seeking comfort in his embrace. His arms instinctively tightened around her, pulling her closer against his chest.

"I know it's not easy for you to express emotions," Tanisha said softly, breaking the silence once more. "But sometimes, I wonder... if you truly see me as more than just a partner in your plans."

Aizen's expression grew thoughtful, his fingers tracing light patterns on her back. "You are much more than that, Tanisha," he assured her quietly, his voice gentle yet firm.

"You are my equal, my confidante, and the one person who understands me better than anyone else."

Tanisha's heart swelled with warmth at his words, a small smile playing on her lips. "And you, Aizen," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you trust me?"

Aizen's eyes met hers, their depths reflecting a myriad of emotions. "Implicitly," he replied without hesitation, his voice resonating with conviction. "With my life, my ambitions, and my heart."

A faint blush spread across Tanisha's cheeks, the sincerity in his words washing over her like a soothing balm. "Thank you, Aizen," she murmured gratefully, leaning in to press a tender kiss against his lips.

Their kiss was gentle yet passionate, a silent affirmation of the bond they shared. As they pulled away, Tanisha rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear.

Aizen's hand moved to gently stroke her hair, his touch comforting and reassuring. "We've faced countless challenges together," Aizen said softly, breaking the quiet intimacy that enveloped them.

"And through it all, you've stood by my side with unwavering loyalty." Tanisha lifted her head to meet his gaze, her eyes shining with unspoken emotions. "Because I believe in you, Aizen," she replied earnestly, her voice filled with conviction. "And in the future we envision together."

Aizen nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "As do I, Tanisha," he admitted quietly, his hand moving to intertwine with hers.

"Our journey is far from over, but I have no doubt that together, we will achieve greatness."Tanisha squeezed his hand gently, a sense of peace settling over her.

"I love you, Aizen," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible in the quiet of the night.Aizen's eyes softened, his gaze meeting hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

"And I, you," he murmured in response, his words carrying a depth of feeling that surpassed any declaration of love.

They lay together in silence, their hearts and souls entwined in a bond that transcended words. In that moment, amidst the tranquility of the night, Aizen and Tanisha found solace in each other's presence, knowing that their love, though unconventional, was as steadfast and enduring as the moonlight that bathed them.

ᴇɴᴅ

[garricks4thwingqueen]

Hi, can I please request some Xaden fluff with the prompt "I couldn't leave, you were lying basically on top of me." ? Love your fics! <3

Power x Velocity = Air and wing speed

This was such a fun request idea! Thanks for the request my lovely anon! I also love getting requests because they help me think more on the one shot side of fics instead of the stories my fics usually end up in!

Word count: 1054

  You sighed and grumbled as a shadow slide across your physics book; damn near covering the whole fucking page. Studying this late? On Winter Solstice Of all nights. Xaden snickered across your bond before he snaked around the corner and sat next to you on the couch. “Mid Terms.” You mumbled with a sigh. “I'm not even sure why the most powerful dragon bonded to me if I can't even grasp the basic fundamentals of physics.”  “I'm sure he had his reasons.” Xaden said, taking the book of your lap. “Heyyy! Give it back!!” I do have my reasons and you being an Aetos is one of them. Tairn said through your black bond that connects you to your dragon. “Oh I don't think so sweetheart.” Xaden smirked. “Riorson I swear to god if you don't.” “If I don't, what?” He said now standing and dangling the book over his head so it was now well out of your reach. You tried reaching for it, but your shorter frame with his much larger frame made it almost impossible. Xaden chuckled at your sad attempts. God you loved that sound but you knew anything more than mated dragons between you and Xaden was wrong.

   Ever since you first saw Xaden before crossing the parapet you were drawn to those damned forbidden onyx eyes. Once you told him your name; flirting and shameless angsty banter had become a feisty secret hidden challenge for the both of you. God you wanted him but with you being Colonel Aetos's daughter and Xaden well Xaden it was a forbidden match. Focus. Tairn snarled through your bond. Fine grumpy ass. You chided back “Riorson,I need to study. Tairn is getting impatient and he wanted me to inform that he doesn’t like a rider that fails.” “Is that so?” Xaden smirked, sitting back down on the couch next to you awfully close. “Well in that case, I’ll help you on the test and we can both get back to the winter solstice party.” “You can’t help me. Third year and first year remember? They wouldn’t even let you in the same lecture hall.” “Sweetheart, did you forget our brilliant minds are now connected.” You slightly rolled your eyes at Xaden’s nickname for you ever since you had bonded to Tairn. 

     God you wanted him. You wanted him more than just a sexual tension release when your dragons  had their love making. You wanted to call the Riorson boy yours. You again were snapped out of your thoughts by Tairn speaking down the shared bond between the four of you. You will not be cheating. She needs to learn the formula. He snarled and tossed his shields back up, sure enough tired of your and Xaden’s banter for the evening. “You heard him.” You sighed, snatching your book out of Xaden’s hands and leaned back onto the couch.  “Come on Aetos, I’ll toss the shield up. You read me the questions and I’ll tell you the answers. “No. I need to learn the stupid formula "air something times something whatever equals whatever.” Xaden snicked at your words as he stated “Power x Velocity = Air and wing speed.” “Yeah that and apparently even you're a physics whiz.” Xaden snickered. “Lighten up and get comfy Aetos. I'll help you. Besides, the sooner you're finished and confident, the sooner we can get some drinks.” 

     “I am confident!” you said in a snarky tone in defense. Xaden chuckled and it intensified your need to pull him down on the couch by ten fold. “Prove it.” He said with a shit eating grin. You searched your brian for any recollection of the formula as you finally spoke “Velocity X wing speed = air?” You said not confident at all as Xaden busted out with a fit of giggles. “You're supposed to be helping me, Riorson not laughing at me.” “Ok, Ok, you’re I’m sorry smartass.” He smirked and it’s  “Power x Velocity = Air and wing speed.”  You groaned heavily. “Relax Aetos. You're smart, you're good at sparring and every other subject. We will do some practice problems and we will get you to pass that mid term. Buckle up and get comfy.” He smirked and patted his shoulder. You didn’t shy away at the opportunity and took the chance and laid your head on his shoulder as Xaden started to ramble off problems for you to solve with his help. 

     You stirred, waking up as bright light shone through the library windows. You had no idea what time it was and it took you a hot minute to gather your surroundings and that you were currently on top of Xaden Riorson. He smirked as you final laid your chin on his chest and looked up into his onyx eyes. “What the hell Riorson?” You asked with a smirk his arms wrapped around instinctively or protectively you weren't sure what one. Xaden had a shit eating grin on his face once more and smirked, “I couldn’t leave, you were basically lying on top of me.”  “You could have left.” You tried protesting as he wrapped his arms around you tighter as you tried to get up. This was the first time you and Xaden had been in a proximity like this. Yes, you’ve both fucked but this, this was different, more intimate. “You know Aetos; I could get used to this.” “Used to sleeping in the library?” You asked stupidly knowing exactly what he meant as you were still in his arms. “No idiot. Waking up with you in my arms like this.” You smirked were you and Xaden actually finally going to stop walking on your feelings like they were glass on the floor? “You know Riorson, I could get very used to this. But maybe tonight not on the library couch?” Xaden chuckled and placed a soft kiss on your forehead and smirked and whispered:” Deal but you need to pass that physics exam first sweetheart.” You groaned in defeat. “You know maybe cheating won't be a bad idea. I mean if we have both our shields up to block Tairn and Sgaeyl. They can’t find out can they?” Xaden chuckled and pulled you closer to his chest. “There’s my girl.” He smirked and kissed your lips as you both melted into the taste of each other.

[suikung]

Hiiii darling!! If you dont mind can I ask for yandere itachi hcs? nsfw and sfw

Yan Itachi HCs

Itachi cared for those closet to him, the ones he considered to be his best of friends. And just like Shishi, you happened to be one of them. However unlike him, you weren’t an Uchiha, making a friendship between the both of you challenging. No matter what, you both made it work. Itachi would send a crow to circle your home and you knew this a meant you both could meet in the near by forest to be together. Your family owned a sweets shop, so you would bring a few to share, Itachi surely loved his dango. This time between the both of you allowed Itachi to truly be himself, not an Uchiha, nor an Anbu, just Itachi. He savored these moments, your presence, being able to talk freely without acting as one side. However, it would all come crashing down with the Uchiha massacre. He fled the village, leaving you spiraling with millions of questions.

It had been years at this point since the massacre, Itachi’s younger brother had left the village in pursuit of revenge. But you? You had taken over your parents sweet shop, doing nothing with your life. At times you remember Itachi, remembering your shared rendezvouses, a small pain in your heart.

Until one night, as you were closing up, the bell above the shop door rang. Back turned towards the door you couldn’t see who had entered. “I’m sorry but we we’re closed for the day. We open at 12pm tomorrow so please come back soon.” Silence followed, perhaps they had left, but no, the bell didn’t indicate the door was opened again. Slowly you turned, perhaps they hadn’t heard you. But what greeted you were those onyx eyes, the ones you had longed to see once more. You dropped the box you held, frozen in place. It couldn’t be him, it had been years why would he come back. Finally you blinked, not realizing your eyed were wide open. “Itachi… is that really you.” It all happened so quickly, one second he was infront of you again and the next his mangekyo sharingan shone bright in the night light.

By the time you woke up, you were laying in a bed, surrounded by white sheets. Silence was the only thing around you. Slowly you lifted from your position to an upright one, feet touching the hard wood floor. A creak came from the door. Head snapping in that direction, heart pounding, you didn’t know what to do. However all fear disappeared when Itachi entered the room.

SFW

He is a constantly seeking your touch and especially your validation, old habits die hard. After so many years away from you he is dedicated to recovering lost time. Of course being part of the Akatsuki doesn’t allow him to spend every waking moment with you, but he will find a way. After abducting recovering you from the village he settles you both into a cozy cabin in the middle of no where. Itachi is not someone who will confine you to only the inside of your home but he will grant you some freedom to stroll the forest around your cabin. His favorite past time is cooking for you, he enjoys seeing the smile his food brings you. You could call this his love language since he is not a very vocal person.

Itachi knows his feelings aren’t normal so he keeps a crow on you to ensure you’re always safe and never try to escape from him. Particularly after a long mission he enjoys sitting between your legs , having you brush his long hair. You’ve always been someone to calm him and this act just completely relaxes him. He loves when you braid his hair and allow him to do the rest to yours. Even if it’s not long enough to braid, he will just brush it. Of course, how could you forget about his love for sweets. He loves when you make him something sweet, it all feels like real love and as if he didn’t bring you here against your will.

However just because he is sweet with you, doesn’t mean he will be sweet to those around him. One of the first and only times he brought you to the Akatsuki hideout he felt immediately Hidan’s eyes upon you. That whole day, Hidan spent his time trying to get closer to you, throwing suggestive remarks your way. Of course at first Itachi could ignore him, his hand throughout the day grabbing tighter and tighter at your waist. Until finally, he snapped. His eyes piercing right through Hidan’s soul. Let’s just say Hidan had to get a couple body parts reattached that day.

NSFW

A man who prioritizes your pleasure above his own. He can spend hours lapping at your clit, just feeling you squirm under him. He truly looks like a starved man the way he eats you out. Even so, he loves to tease you, he loves to see you begging for him. The woman he took by force wanting his cock so bad. It gets him so hard. However that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you taking control at times. He loves to leave himself at your mercy, allowing you to do with him as you please. In these moments he’s nothing more than a toy for you, the woman he would kill for. No matter what, he’s an Uchiha by blood and this causes him to have a breeding kink. Multiple rounds, one after another, all of them ending inside of you. Even after pumping into you multiple times he will use his fingers to push his seed back into you to ensure you take him all.

He can go multiple times a day, as said before he wants to recuperate lost time and this means bending you any where and everywhere in your shared cabin. However, he prefers missionary in the privacy of your rooms. He adores looking at your face while you take his cock. His sharingan activating throughout it all, engraving your face of pleasure to his memory. He’s not much for making noise but he will let out terms of endearment once in a while. Sex with Itachi is truly a wonderful experience, putting you above himself he almost makes you forget your captivity.

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A/n i felt it necessary to add back story to this hc to have a back ground to build itachis actions on. I hope you like it and thank you for being my first request anon❤️

[brookghaib-blog]

Whispers of the past pt.3

Pairing: Hoshina Sohiro x reader

Summary: 10 years ago, Y/N went missing after being attacked by a kaiju, now working by Gen Narumi's side as his secret weapon, she hides herself in hopes that one day she reconnects with her first love, Hoshino Soshiro.

pt.2 - pt.4

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The morning air was crisp and cool as I arrived at the secluded training ground on the outskirts of the city. The area was fortified, a place where I could safely unleash my kaiju form without endangering others. Captain Gen Narumi was already waiting, his posture as rigid and disciplined as ever, with a stern look that belied his underlying concern.

"Good morning, Chisuka," he greeted, his voice a steady anchor. "Ready to begin?"

I nodded, feeling the familiar mix of anticipation and dread. "Yes, Captain."

"Let's start with a warm-up. Transform and we'll work on your agility today."

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and focused inward. The transformation was always a jarring experience, a reminder of the night my life changed forever. My body began to shift, muscles and bones contorting painfully until I stood in my kaiju form—a creature with sleek, obsidian skin that glistened like polished onyx under the morning sun. My eyes glowed a fierce red, illuminating the darkness within. My lithe, almost feline build allowed for swift and precise movements. Sharp claws extended from my hands, and a long, whip-like tail swished behind me, its tip ending in a deadly point.

Narumi watched closely, his expression unreadable. "Begin."

I launched into the drills, moving with a speed and precision that felt almost unnatural. My kaiju form was agile and powerful, designed for both combat and evasion. I leaped over obstacles with ease, dodged imaginary attacks with lightning-fast reflexes, and practiced striking with my claws, each movement a blur of efficiency. Narumi shouted commands, pushing me to my limits.

"Faster, Chisuka! You need to be faster!"

I gritted my teeth, pushing through the pain and fatigue. The memory of Soshiro's face flashed in my mind, fueling my determination. I couldn't afford to falter—not now, not ever. The thought of protecting those I cared about, even if they didn't know who I was, kept me going.

We moved on to more complex maneuvers, combining agility with strength. I practiced jumping from elevated platforms, landing with precision and immediately launching into a flurry of attacks. My claws sliced through the air, leaving trails of red light in their wake. Narumi set up drones that simulated kaiju movements, and I dodged their attacks with grace, countering with swift strikes.

"Good work, Chisuka," Narumi said, a rare note of approval in his voice. "Now, let's test your endurance."

I nodded, ready for the next challenge. Narumi activated a series of holographic kaiju, each one programmed to attack relentlessly. The battle was intense, a blur of motion and energy. I moved fluidly, dodging their attacks and countering with my own. My claws and tail were a blur, striking with lethal precision. The fight continued for what felt like hours, each second a testament to my strength and resolve.

Finally, Narumi called a halt. I reverted to my human form, collapsing onto the ground, breathless and exhausted. Narumi approached, offering me a bottle of water.

"Good work today," he said, his tone softer. "You're improving."

I took the water, nodding gratefully. "Thank you, Captain. I just want to be ready."

He sat down beside me, the unspoken weight of our mission hanging in the air. "You will be. But remember, Chisuka, you're not alone in this. We're in this together."

I looked at him, seeing the resolve in his eyes. "I know. And I'll do whatever it takes to protect them."

Narumi nodded, his gaze intense. "That's what makes you so valuable, Chisuka. Your determination, your strength. But don't let it consume you. Balance is key."

As we stood to leave, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. The challenges ahead were daunting, but I knew that with Narumi's guidance and my own resolve, I could face whatever came my way.

After the intense training session, Narumi and I walked back to my apartment. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the city streets. We didn't talk much on the way, both lost in our thoughts. When we reached my building, I invited Narumi in for dinner, feeling the need for some normalcy after the day's exertions.

"Make yourself comfortable," I said, opening the door and stepping inside. "I'll start dinner."

Narumi nodded, glancing around my small, modest apartment. He sat down at the table, watching as I moved about the kitchen, preparing a simple meal of rice, grilled fish, and vegetables. The rhythmic motions of cooking were soothing, a stark contrast to the chaos of our lives.

As the meal cooked, I set the table and joined Narumi in the living room. The TV was on, playing a news channel in the background. We chatted about the day's training, strategies, and the ever-looming kaiju threat.

"You're getting faster," Narumi remarked, his tone approving. "But we need to work on your endurance. The battles are only going to get tougher."

I nodded, appreciating his feedback. "I'll keep pushing myself. I want to be ready for anything."

As we ate, the conversation shifted to more personal topics. It was rare to see this side of Narumi, the stern captain allowing a glimpse of his humanity. We talked about our pasts, our families, and the burdens we carried.

After dinner, we settled in the living room with cups of tea, the TV still playing softly in the background. Suddenly, a segment caught my attention. It was a gossip show, the kind I usually ignored, but the names mentioned made my heart stop.

"…rumors are swirling about a possible relationship between Vice-Captain Hoshina Soshiro and Captain Mina Ashiro. The two have been seen together frequently, sparking speculation about their…"

I froze, the cup of tea trembling in my hand. Narumi noticed my reaction, his eyes narrowing in concern.

"Chisuka, are you alright?"

I tried to compose myself, but the words on the screen echoed in my mind. Soshiro and Mina? My heart ached with a mix of jealousy and sadness. I had believed, hoped, that Soshiro would wait for me, that he would somehow sense I was still out there.

"I… I'm fine," I lied, my voice shaky. "Just tired."

Narumi wasn't convinced. "Chisuka, talk to me. What's bothering you?"

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my emotions pressing down on me. "It's just… I thought… I hoped he would wait for me."

Narumi's expression softened, a rare glimpse of empathy. "It's understandable to feel that way. But remember, Soshiro doesn't know the truth. He thinks you've been gone for years. People move on, and it's not a reflection of how he felt about you."

I nodded, trying to hold back the tears. "I know, Captain. It's just hard to see him with someone else. Especially someone like Mina. She's strong, capable… everything I'm trying to be."

Narumi embraced me in a tight hug. "You're strong too, Chisuka. And you're doing something incredibly important. You're protecting them, even if they don't know it. That's something to be proud of."

His words offered some comfort, but the ache in my heart remained. I turned off the TV, unable to watch anymore, and focused on cleaning up the remnants of our dinner. Narumi helped, his presence a steadying force.

As we finished, he looked at me with a mix of concern and determination. "We'll keep training, Chisuka. You'll get stronger, and when the time is right, you'll have the chance to tell Soshiro the truth. For now, focus on your mission. It's the best way to protect him and everyone else."

I nodded, drawing strength from his resolve. "Thank you, Captain. I'll keep fighting."

As Narumi left, I closed the door behind him, the weight of our conversation settling heavily on my shoulders. I glanced at the photograph of Soshiro once more before tucking it back into the box. The image of his smiling face lingered in my mind, a reminder of a life that felt like a distant dream.

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The night was alive with the sounds of laughter and music as I worked behind the bar, serving drinks to the patrons who filled the dimly lit room. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, a sense of excitement hanging in the air. It was shaping up to be another busy night at the bar.

As I wiped down the counters, my boss approached me with a concerned look on his face. "Chisuka, we've got a bit of a problem tonight. Two of the dancers called in sick, and we're short-staffed. I hate to ask this, but would you be willing to fill in for them?"

I hesitated, my heart sinking at the thought. I had never been comfortable with the idea of dancing in front of a crowd, especially in the revealing costumes that were required for the job. But I couldn't refuse my boss's request, not when the bar was relying on me.

"Are you serious? Boss I can't, that's not my job, can't you cut short the show or something"

Mr. Orochi never asked me for much, neverless something he knew how I felt about, he had a anxious expression on him, "Chisuka please, I promise you get paid double for this favor, and whatever the gentleman give for you is yours".

Reluctantly, I nodded, as much as dancing for a crowd of men sounded agonizing, I couldn't pass the oportunity of a higher payment, it's not like a salary as a bartender would leave me much at the end of the month. It wasn't the first time I would do this, that's how I started at the bar, however, I had often tell Mr. Orochi how bad that job made me feel, that's how I've eventually earned my spot as serving drinks and nothing more. "I'll do it."

As much as I hated to be under so many thristy eyes, Mr. Orochi as taken care of me as one of his own, if needed, he knows, that'll do whatever he asks me to.

He grinned, relief evident in his eyes. "Thank you, Chisuka. I owe you one."

I forced a smile, my stomach churning with nerves as I headed to the dressing room to change into my costume. The outfit was even more revealing than I had feared, a skimpy ensemble of sequins and feathers that left little to the imagination. I felt exposed and vulnerable, the fabric clinging to my skin uncomfortably.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed aside my discomfort and focused on the task at hand. I had a job to do, and I would do it to the best of my ability.

As the night wore on, the bar filled with patrons, the energy of the crowd infectious. The music grew louder, pulsing through the room as the dancers took to the stage, their movements graceful and hypnotic. I watched from the sidelines, steeling myself for my own turn in the spotlight.

Finally, it was my cue to take the stage.

My costume was just a light pink miniskirt and a matching bikini top, I had heels full of glitter, put my hair in curly hairstyle the best as could with such little time, a mask covering the upper part of my face, showing only my lips for them to see.

I plastered on a smile, trying to exude confidence as I stepped onto the platform. The music started, and I began to move, my body swaying to the rhythm in a carefully choreographed routine I used to do in my times as a dancer.

But despite my best efforts, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The eyes of the crowd bore into me, their gazes lingering on my exposed skin. I felt vulnerable and exposed, a puppet dancing for their entertainment.

As I danced, I caught sight of a familiar face in the crowd. Soshiro. His expression unreadable as he watched me with intense focus. My heart skipped a beat, a surge of emotions flooding through me. I wanted to look away, to hide from his gaze, but I couldn't tear my eyes from his.

In that moment, it was as if the rest of the world faded away, leaving only me and Soshiro locked in a silent exchange. His eyes bored into mine, searching for something I couldn't name. I felt exposed, vulnerable under his scrutiny, however, somehow I felt confident, he was the only person who has seen me in this much clothing, and less.

My gaze never left him, the show was now for him, and him only, the though of this being an intimate time between us made it so much easier, that man had a hold on me that not even God himself could revoke.

But then, just as quickly as it had begun, the moment was over. The music faded, and I stepped off the stage, feeling shaken and disoriented, I snapped back to reality, feeling embarassed by all that. I made my way back to the backrooms to change back into my normal working uniform, trying to shake off the lingering effects of Soshiro's gaze.

As the night wore on, the bar grew increasingly crowded, the atmosphere lively with the chatter of patrons celebrating the end of another successful mission. The third division had achieved a hard-fought victory against a powerful kaiju, and they were here to let off steam.

I busied myself behind the bar, serving drinks and trying to ignore the ache in my chest. Soshiro's presence had stirred up old emotions, reminding me of a past I had tried to forget. But as much as I wanted to push him away, I couldn't deny the pull he had on me.

As the night wore on, the music grew louder, the crowd more raucous. I stole glances at Soshiro whenever I could, watching as he laughed and joked with his comrades. He seemed carefree, unaffected by the weight of the world.

Unfortunately, our eyes never met again, being under the same roof and pretend not to see the one I desire so much, right in front of me. All I wanted was to be beside him, laughing with him, be happy knowing that after the bar we would go home together, sleep together, maybe if nothing have had happened to me we would married by now, the happiest couple.

Mina Ashiro. You have it now. You have my dream.

His attention was on a fellow soldier calling his name. I watched him go, feeling a pang of disappointment mixed with relief. It was better this way, I told myself. Better to keep my distance, to maintain the facade of normalcy. How would he recognize me after 10 years of not seeing me, I was probably already forgotten, and here I am, stuck to a memory of little highschool love who now has the strongest and a beautiful woman by his side, in his arms.

But deep down, I knew that no matter how hard I tried to deny it, there was a part of me that would always long for him, for the connection we once shared. And as I watched him disappear into the crowd, I couldn't help but wonder what might have been.

As the night drew to a close, I found myself lost in thought, the events of the evening swirling in my mind. The memory of Soshiro's gaze haunted me, leaving me feeling unsettled and restless. But as I closed up the bar and made my way home, I knew that no matter how much I wished things were different.

"It's time to move on Y/N... He already did."

[yunaatay]

I finished really late last night and I was so tired, I'm just writing this now.

So, the thing is, I wasn't planning on drawing Onyx again. I was just messing around on the drawing tablet and somehow it ended up being really in his style, so I decided to do another version of his cover.

On the one hand, the reference was simple, but I did have a bit of a struggle getting the pose right. That's why I decided to start training. I wanted to torture myself now so it would be easier later. As a result, I almost exactly replicated the pose from the original, line for line, and I'm incredibly happy about that. Plus, this whole perspective thing has been a real challenge. Perspective in the environment comes naturally to me, but in a human figure, it's a nightmare!

I have no idea who the person in that photo is, so all the BTS fans don't bother me. It's a mystery to me.

The background is a bit of a pain for me. I was trying to make it blue like in the photo, but it just didn't work with the onyx theme. I even thought about doing a dump drawing, but fans of the character wouldn't really like that.

I decided on the idea for a concrete, open roof. With a light background, the black character stands out well and the very concept of "a cat walking alone" kept popping into my head as I was drawing it.

Onyx has a bunch of outfits in the game and I chose the hardest one. I forgot half the chains and the tail, though. I got sick of drawing spikes really quickly so the old copy and paste method became my best buddy.

And also, about those boots in the future… I have no idea why I decided to draw them that way. Maybe someone can explain it to me? I just can't seem to make sense of that decision.

Anyway, it all worked out in the end! Maybe I did go a bit overboard with the decorations, but overall, it was way better than I thought it would be.

A quick video of the whole process:

[severussimp]

Severus Snape lives and is hiding in a muggle area where he owns his own bar.

"Hello there," he replies in that dulcet voice that sends tingles down your spine and gooseflesh up your arms. He turns and saunters over to the bar-he moves like a panther -and folds his arms, leaning in with a challenge in the tilt of his head. "So...what's your pleasure tonight?" His irises glitter like polished onyx in the low light; the word "pleasure" is emphasized enough to dry your mouth out.

"I thought we agreed last week," you answer, quirking a brow. "Just like our first night I don't want to walk properly after tonight. Think you can make that happen?" You try to emote enough seduction into your wording to get the point through. It seems to have worked, because Severus' jaw tightens, his graceful, veiny hands flex a little on the marble bar top and those dark, flashing eyes drop from glitter to smolder. A flash of pink as his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. "What kind of man would I be if I couldn't oblige the most simple request?" he purrs back. You have to forcibly stifle a shudder as he does a very obvious sweep of your body with his eyes before turning back to make your first drink of the night.

Made a rushed piece of Sev based on the fic The Potions Room .

[heartbeatan]

The Art of Revenge (Epilogue)

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Epilogue (Final)

“Shh, baby,” Jungkook whispered sadistically into your ear, as his hand came to clamp over your mouth. You could feel the cool press of his wedding ring over your lips - the black onyx and gold band which was identical to the ring decorating your third finger. You couldn’t see him above you - but you could feel him everywhere. There wasn’t much space to escape him, even if you wanted. You were trapped in a tiny bunk near the back of the bus, which was driving through the night towards the final two stops on the tour. There was a bunk just above you, where Angelo was presumably fast asleep - although he had let you both know that your activities below him didn’t always go undetected. Not like he could talk - you could faintly hear his groupie number four snoring next to him.

The curtains were pulled back, making navigating your small bed the equivalent of navigating a cave with no flashlight. But you knew his every muscle and ligament so god damn well you could write an encyclopedia about each one; and he could map every line and curve of your body with infallible detail from memory alone. You didn’t need light. You just needed to feel.

You swore you could even feel the throbbing vein of his cock as it rubbed along the tightened chamber of your insides. His arms caged around you, his hands covering your mouth and twisting the flesh of your thigh. His weight was heavy over you, and his skin glided against yours in warm, soft passes. Every quiet rock of his body made you feel so incredibly consumed. This discreet way of sex had become so routine on the bus - and sure, some days you missed the lewd noises of skin on skin, and the perverted curses of Jungkook coming inside you - but you had grown to love more than just the erotic thrill of fucking in a bus full of sleeping people. Sex like this felt like the ultimate togetherness. Your outside felt owned and possessed by him, and your insides felt tight and full of him. Even fuller than usual, since you also had a Level-3 plug stuffed neatly into your pretty little ass.

“Mm,” your second audible moan was muffled by Jungkook’s palm over your mouth.

“Shh, baby,” he whispered again, although he did nothing to help you. His hips rolled a heavy circle against yours, and you felt his cock swirl around inside you, and his pelvis roughly stimulate your throbbing clit. “You gotta be quiet, baby - just for a few more days.”

He dragged himself down your chamber, then rocked his hips forward again, pressing even more of himself into your guts, and pushing your clit into a higher plane of tingling pleasure.

He released his hand over your mouth just as you wanted to moan again… it was a challenge to stay quiet, and not let Angelo or anyone else on the bus hear your pleasure.

“I can’t wait to hear you scream my name again,” he whispered into your ear. He was able to keep his voice quiet and level, but you could still hear the tiny ways it shook, signaling that his climax was also close. His lips then danced over yours, as he breathed in every little pant you made. “I haven’t heard my wife scream my name since our wedding night.”

You sniffed a smile against his mouth, remembering the night in question...

After a successful several shows in a seaside city, and with a days break before needing to rollout, you, Jungkook, the band, and all the band’s significant others (some including significant others they had met ten minutes ago) took to the town to drink your faces off. You started with mimosas at breakfast, then moved to poolside margarita’s, and strawberry mojitos with lunch. By mid-afternoon you found yourself at a miniature rave being held on a pier at the end of the boardwalk. You were feeling pretty good, standing amidst a crowd of technicoloured painted people dancing to trance, while you shoved your tongue down Jungkook’s throat.

When you came up for air, he looked at you with that expression of his that you learned meant he had something crazy in mind. Over the music, along with the whistles the crowd had been handed, you didn’t hear him the first time when he shouted, “Will you marry me?”

“What?” you shouted back, tilting your ear towards him so he could speak into it.

“Let’s get married!” he cupped his mouth and shouted again.

“I don’t know where Barry is!” you shook your head.

“No!,” he looked both exasperated and amused. He then looked around him, and caught the eyes of a woman dancing nearby who was covered in a vast collection of boa’s, bead necklaces, cheap bracelets and colorful plastic rings. He tapped her on the shoulder and she looked at him. He pointed to her rings, then pointed to his ring finger, then pointed at you. She got the message, and pulled a gaudy purple flower off her finger and handed it to Jungkook.

He turned back to you, then somehow, amidst the dense crowd, manage to take a knee before you.

“Marry me!” he yelled to you. You still couldn’t hear him, but you didn’t need to in order to figure out what was going on. The crowd around you took notice - although most didn’t care - but when you unquestionably nodded your head and said “yes!” they all cheered, then went back to dancing while you went back to assaulting Jungkook’s tongue.

Two hours later - you were married surrounded by the band and their travel companions, in a chapel even gaudy-er than your engagement ring - but by then, you and Jungkook had bought proper wedding rings.

The band surprised you with a wedding gift, which was one night in the honeymoon suite of a rather ritzy nearby hotel and casino. The room was insanely oversized, but you made use of every damn surface available to you. That night, you called your husband’s name enough times that he should've been satiated until at least the end of the year.

Now, in your little bunk on the bus, you scratched your nails along Jungkook’s back, and the muscles of your pussy spasmed around his cock as you recalled the night's highlights.

“Shi-” Jungkook almost swore as he felt your body try to milk him in.

“Shh, baby,” you mocked his near slip with the way he had hushed you.

“Fuck,” he lowered his voice, then thrusted himself deep inside you, pressed himself tight against you, enough to encourage your hips to raise slightly off the bed. He then reach beneath your body, and you shivered when you felt him tap at the plug that was stuffed into you just an inch from his cock. “I can’t wait to fuck you here.”

The muscles of your belly spasmed, as you felt the weird and wonderful feeling of sensation invading you from this new, uncharted place. The plug was thus far only there to prepare you for when you got home, which was only in a couple of days. After your wedding reception - which Hyejin had planned after she heard the news of your sudden marriage - and before you skipped off on your month long honeymoon trip, you had a small window in which you were going to give up a certain type of virginity to your husband.

In fact, your windows of lazing about the house and going on day adventures with each other - the way you had prior to the tour - were becoming limited. After you got home, after the reception at the restaurant where Hyejin and Abe got married, after the deflowering bum sex, after the honeymoon trip, after Christmas - in which you penciled in making love in front of the living room fireplace - you were officially opening up your own private accounting firm. You already had a long client roster, thanks to Hyejin and Mira spreading word around town (although you were afraid Mira was more so badgering people around town, but - hey, it worked.)

You had a busy life ahead of you, but it was also a laid-back life. It was a free life, but also one carefully planned. It was social and adventurous, but also valued solitude and peace. But most importantly, it was a life without secrets, vendettas, or resentment. It was a life of love, respect, partnership… and a whole lot of butt stuff.

THE END

[dcbbw]

Red Pill: Perspective

Fair warning, this is not fanfic. It’s original content that came to me in the middle of the night after a day spent online perusing TikToks and reddit subs on red pillers and divestment groups.  

To provide some context, the term “red piller” is derived from a scene in the 1999 film The Matrix, in which Laurence Fishburne offers Keanu Reeves a choice: “You take the blue pill – the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill – you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.”

In a nutshell, it’s comprised of the most misogynistic men on the planet, including incels, who gather in online forums and groups to basically see who hates women more.

Divestment refers to the removal of oneself from people, places, and things that are toxic, stifling, and/or a detriment to one’s health (mental, emotional, physical). It is a prominent movement amongst black women.

I’m nervous about posting this, but my skin is thick, and my mind is open. I can take compliments, constructive suggestions, and criticism with equal aplomb. To everyone who read this over and encouraged me to post, THANK YOU! Your feedback was, as always, invaluable.

To those who will read this, THANK YOU! Your reads, likes, commentary, and/or reblogs are appreciated more than you know.

Please excuse any and all typos, extraneous/missing words, and grammatical errors. MS Editor rates this piece as 99% error free.

Song Inspo: Rose Lineage (Yoga Remix), Marya Stark/DJ Taz Rashid, + others

Word Count: 796

I am a black woman, plump lips and full hips

My hues are a rainbow, ranging from the thickest cream to the darkest onyx

Pigmentation a reminder of transgressions against me from enslavement to rape

I make more with less, expected to settle for anything, and apologizing to everyone for not diluting who I am

Who I have had to become

I am held up for public shame and ridicule

Teased for my crown of kinks and coils

Seen as housing projects and food stamps

Smelling of hamhocks and collard greens

Called dumb and ratchet despite being in the most highly educated population

Despised for being strong and independent

Blamed for your cowardice and weakness when you abandon me and your children

Because I do not let you lead

I’ve seen where you go: jail, passport bros, your mama’s house

And still, my back supports you, your seed, my family, the church

And the foot on my neck that unsuccessfully tries to hold me down

*****

I am a brown woman, born of colonization

Speaking languages broken, in an accented voice that somehow makes me a stereotype

You eat at my table, your eyes feasting on my bosom and curves. You celebrate my holidays and try to take what culture I have managed to piece together, but I can’t call it appropriation

 No, it’s cultural appreciation while you call me and my people third-world country names

You try to dim my brightly colored clothing, deny me freedom, and steal my joy

You call my people slumdog millionaires who cross borders to take your jobs

Jobs you neither have nor want

I am considered only a slight step up from my black sisters because my skin is lighter, but not by much

My hair is silkier which is considered a win in your world

But who knows what it would be if the beginning bloodlines had remained undiluted, untouched by interlopers

My anger isn’t off-putting because it is seen as a reflex of sorts, born of my primitive ways

You take it as a challenge to make me submissive

To you

To trust your America: your ways, your English, your culture.

None of which belong to you

*****

I am an asian woman, what you call the model minority because I study hard, and I work even harder

You consider my acts of service to others submissiveness, which makes me both fantasy and fetish

My quietude is mistakenly deemed as obedience

I labor hard in all workforces to make a better life for me and those who depend upon me to not be a disappointment

Yet you not being able to see me beyond the niche you have placed me in makes you the biggest disappointment of all

It makes no difference

I am seen as a doll, malleable and easily manipulated into sexual parts

Here only to serve you, to listen to you, to cater to your every whim and perversion

I powder my face to adhere to standards of beauty you hold dear, close

It makes up for my dark nipples that you conveniently ignore as you go in and out of throes

*****

I am a biracial woman, born of rape or love … sometimes both

I am no one, belonging nowhere

I am not homogenous, which you view as a flaw I refuse to correct

Hated by at least two races, I create my own ethnicity that no one acknowledges

Culture clash at its finest

You say my blood is sullied, my color a mixture that doesn’t blend well

I am an anomaly: different, exotic; fodder for disdain, envy, mistrust

Wondering when you look at me is it love, lust, curiosity

While you’re probably hoping I’m a “pick me”

All I seek is inclusion

In a world of black and white, brown and yellow

Where is the gray?

*****

I am a white woman, worthy of protection but not privilege

I am the standard of beauty … in your eyes

Thin hair, thin lips, skin that burns beneath the sun

It is I you parade publicly on your arm, it is I to whom you will make a commitment

A trophy of sorts

It is I who you want to bear your children

It is I who will never see the workforce unless you want me to

Barefoot and pregnant

Cooking meals, feeding children, leading the Harper Valley PTA bake sale

As long as I remain a size 8

I can’t be tall, that would emasculate your ego

The house must be clean, that accentuates my femininity

Aprons and pearls hide blackened eyes, bruised arms, empty bottles

Social media promotes my smile when you praise my meatloaf

You make others believe they want to be me

That my white skin elevates me somehow

But does it really?

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[mysimsloveaffair]

I was tagged by @igglemouse. Thanks so much...this will be fun and challenging.

OC: Wade 'Dub' Banks

ANIMAL: Lion

COLORS: Red and Brown

MONTH: July

SONGS: You're A Man Now Boy, Raleigh Ritchie

NUMBER: 1

PLANTS: Philodendron

SMELLS: Fresh Air

GEMSTONE: Onyx

TIME OF DAY: Late Night

SEASON: Summer

PLACES: Batuu

FOOD: Lobster Roll

DRINKS: Sparkling Water

ELEMENT: Fire

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: Leo

SEASONINGS: Allspice

SKY: Clear and Sunny

WEATHER: Warm

MAGICAL POWER: Flight

WEAPONS: Eyes

SOCIAL MEDIA: SimTube

MAKEUP PRODUCT: Facial Cleanser

CANDY: Red Hots

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Airplane

ART STYLE: Classic

FEAR: Rejection

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Phoenix

PIECE OF STATIONARY: Highlighter

THREE EMOJIS: 😘🤑💲

CELESTIAL BODY: Star

Tagging: @meanttobepixels | @box-of-sims | @treason-and-plot | @deardiaryts4 | and @sheplayswithlifee

[nymphomaniaa]

new chapter of ‘something about us’ is up now! schlatt celebrates his 21st birthday with reader and lunch club and offlinetv and friends. had a lot of fun writing this since it pulls a lot from my own experiences, in both good and bad ways. preview under the cut.

“This,” you pull one bracelet out of the holder and present it to Schlatt in your palm, “is black onyx. I think the look and the meaning suits you.”

“Looks like just some regular old black stone to me. There’s a meaning behind it?”

Your mind traverses its library of memories to pull out a tidbit of information about this stone. “All crystals have a meaning, J. Even if you don’t believe in it. But black onyx is meant to symbolize new beginnings, specifically, persevering through new challenges with physical and emotional strength. Like... healing old wounds and all that.”

Schlatt places his free palm over yours, gently nudging the bracelet back towards you. “Wouldn’t this better suit you, then?”

He lifts his hand off of yours, letting you look down at the reflective bracelet. He’s not wrong in that the metaphysical properties of this crystal are very closely associated with the ups and downs you have been through within the past year, but you can’t help but think about the anecdote he once shared about how he was getting over a breakup a few months ago. Your mind is launched back to that night on the beach, where he lamented about moving across the country to pursue his career, which meant leaving his old life with his family behind. You wonder if he’s still navigating through the turmoil of that, similarly to how you are dealing with your own conflicts in your life.

“Well, if we’re getting friendship bracelets, we can both have the same one. I’ll buy these,” You reach toward the display again, grabbing another black onyx bracelet for yourself. “Maybe that’s what makes our friendship so special — the fact that we’re both going through new beginnings, together.”

His heart thumps at the sentiment. He is moved by that simple sentence, especially since his feelings for you are not only based on his admiration for your perseverance, but he doesn’t show it in his face. Instead, he pats you on the back with the hand that was on your shoulder, then smiles as you walk away to the counter to buy the bracelets. As he watches you speak with the vendor, he stares at the way your glossy lips move, the way your eyelashes flutter with excitement as you are making the purchase, and the way you meander back towards him with your bracelet already on your wrist. You slip Schlatt’s bracelet onto his left wrist to match, and the both of you walk out of the store with a newfound sense of connection.

[hyunjins-goddess]

"You Know I Can't Leave You Alone..."

A Hwang Hyunjin fanfic based on the song, Red Lights...🥀

(First ever Hyunjin fanfic, I'm shitting bricks lololol)

Is this a game you really want to play with me? You don't know who you're fucking with. You thought, eyes burning into his soul as your jaw clenched, heel tapping in time to the beat of the music.

It was like he was able to read your mind.

Due to the fact that one eyebrow was raised and a smug smirk played on his lips.

You were sat outside of the booth on a chair, leg crossed infront of the other.

He was leaning up against the bar.

Your body felt as if there was an itch you needed to scratch as you glared at each other.

Pulses were quickening, skin was perspiring, yet all you two were doing was staring each other down. Daring one another to make a fucking move.

This godforsaken man you were glowering at was Hwang Hyunjin. His name alone made your temper flare, pussy glisten. A man who must have been kissed by Aphrodite herself.

Inky dipped locks that sported a trendy half up half down hairstyle, strands of hair that cascaded down his prominent cheekbones and framed his sharp jawline. Feline shaped eyes with onyx irises, a beauty mark just below his left eye, it was like a stamp confirming his ethereal beauty. Sensual full lips that looked as if they had been tinted by a rose, texture of its petals.

Standing at 5'10, he was adorned in a satin white shirt that made his slightly tanned skin glow. The shirt really put emphasis on his broad shoulders, black dress pants alluding to his trim waist.

Anyone could tell he was a dancer.

His lean figure and walk made him look like a panther, his predatory gaze locked onto you confirming this.

Your glare never faltered even when a different man approached you, settling into your personal space to tell you how he thought you were absolutely gorgeous, the confession being spilled right into your ear as the music was just so loud that he had no choice but to be within your proximity for you to hear him.

Hyunjin visibly swallowed at this interaction.

Your eyes flashed as if to challenge him and you keened at how Hyunjin was reacting to you getting this attention. You smirked dangerously, continuing to allow the man to babble nonsense in your ear.

What are you gonna do about it pretty boy? You mouthed at Hyunjin in a taunting manner, body breaking out into goosebumps all over as you witnessed him striding over to you.

Your smirk never left as you thanked the other man, politely declining his offer of getting you a drink.

Time seems to fast forward as Hyunjin suddenly grips your arm and you find yourself being thrown up against a bathroom cubicle door, your back arches against it as he locks it.

"Care to tell me what the fuck you were playing at out there?" Hyunjin spat as he towered over you.

Your smirk widened. "He was just being nice. What's wrong with that?"

Oh that rattled him. "Oh yeah? Nice, huh? Were you gonna fuck him? Cause he was just so nice?"

Oof, the audacity.

"Oh PLEASE Hyunjin, cut the shit. You're acting as if I've haven't seen the way women throw themselves at you, you don't seem to mind that."

He smirked. "Oh? Jealous are we?"

You bristled. "No. Just calling you out on your own bullshit."

His face came closer to yours and your thighs clamped together as his breath mingled with yours. "Listen to me and listen to me very carefully." His lips were so close to yours, he could almost speak into your mouth. "You're mine. I can barely function properly, I feel like I'm out of control. I'm staying up all night because I can't get you out of my head. You own my sleepless night, you own my thoughts...You own me..."

Your breathing hitched as you were transfixed with the way his mouth was moving, the rasp in his voice putting you under his spell again.

"I feel like I'm going crazy over you and I know you feel the same, give in to me." Hyunjin almost whined and you were close to reciprocating it. "Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is you."

"I hate you..." You whined, hands bunching into his shirt, pulling his body closer to yours.

In seconds his lips were devouring yours, teeth clashing and biting, moans spilling out into each other's mouths as you ravaged each other. His hands gripped at your face as you pulled him even tighter to your body.

You let out a gasp as he kicked your feet to spread your legs wider, shoving his thigh up against your core. You whimpered unashamedly.

"Tell me again that you hate me baby." Hyunjin rasped against your neck as he kissed, bit and licked at the marks he was printing on you.

"I hate you Hyunjin..." You moaned out, rutting your hips at his thigh like an animal in heat, causing him to growl.

You could feel the hard print of his dick throbbing against you as he hiked up your dress, ripping at the fabric that barely concealed your core. His fingers slid into you easily due to your leaking arousal, you bit down onto his neck to muffle your moans as his fingers hooked into a come hither motion, pressing against that spot that had your eyes rolling back into your head. You could feel the growl build up in Hyunjin's chest and suddenly he was slipping down, keeping a firm grip on you.

You covered your mouth and almost screamed as those lips latched onto your clit, sucking it with gentle pressure to make your back arch.

He moaned against your pussy, causing vibrations as your hands scrambled into his hair, pulling at his scalp.

"Fuck Hyunjin, don't stop..." You pleaded with him as too soon you felt that familiar knot in your stomach, legs shaking as you ended up riding on his face.

His eyes never stopped looking at you, marvelling at the way you were pretty much thrashing against the cubicle door as you finally released into his mouth.

Hyunjin gently kissed your core to calm you down and ground you, he spoke against you.

"I'm yours, Y/N."

Thank you so so much for reading, I really hope you enjoyed! Again this is my first Hyunjin fanfic, I'm thinking about writing for all of them, so please go easy on me okay? Lololol

May make a part 2 to this? Again thank you so much, I hope you are well and taking care of yourself 🩷

[sideralwriting]

ACOTAR SECRET SANTA 2023

Happy holidays @rosanna-writer !!! I had the pleasure to be your Secret Santa this year, surprise! This fic had been through a lot of changes and ideas, so many that it has become a multi chapter one, can you believe it?? I think it will have only one chapter more (I have plans for it), so I hope you will accept and enjoy this humble gift 🎅

Ps: Thanks a lot to @acotargiftexchange for taking care of all the organisation behind this AWESOME event, you all are amazing!

Words: 1065; Warnings: a lil angst; Canon divergence

Snowy Mountains

A Feysand winter story

Chapter One: the Suriel's profecy

Rhysand called the meeting after a month of research that brought to no conclusions. “Did you find anything on the Ghost?” he asked warily.

“My spies found nothing in Dawn,” Azriel informed them briefly. For the spies to not return with answers after a mission, it was peculiar indeed. After all, this was a peculiar situation. Dawn had one of the very few High Lords who tolerated Rhysand, but he wouldn’t put past them hiding information.

“Nor did the Illyrians patrolling our mountains,” Cassian added crossing his arms, lost in his thoughts.

It had been a while since none of them could bring him answers and the situation weighted more on his brothers than on Rhys. He sighed. Even Amren had almost no idea about who that Ghost was. She merely knew that it was a legendary creature that showed up on icy nights in snowy mountains. No one showed up again after starting to look for it. Morrigan was yet to return from visiting Vivienne, but until then...

“Let’s talk this over dinner. Morrigan sent word that she would arrive later today.”

His brothers nodded and left the war room of the House of Wind. Looking at the grey sky after them, Rhys inhaled deeply the fresh winter air that called for him, challenging him to fly fast, hard, for as long as his body could support, but he wouldn't. After Amarantha, his family would chain him to the ground for giving an enemy the opportunity to find him alone. So, he turned back towards the paperwork waiting on the desk. They had lots of research to do.

Morrigan was still dressed in full Winter Court attire when she reached the House of Wind right on time to have dinner. Her wavy, light grey hair that almost looked white, flowed down her shoulders from a dark crown on her brow. A queen, if the humans had to give her a title. A High Lady, if he would give her a title. Not that she would ever try to get the title, nor she had any interest in ruling over some of their people. Her eyes sparked as she reached them, walking around the table to lean down and kiss his cheek.

“Hey everyone! Did you find any ghosts, lately?” she joked pouring herself a glass of onyx wine.

They all tensed as Amren slowly looked towards her and whispered “Watch your tone, Morrigan. Your cousin’s life is on the line, here. Again.”

Silence. He felt his smile fall for a moment, the panic rising as high as a wave in a storm. He wasn’t down there anymore. He was with his family. They were safe. He kept eating, just to focus on something and stop thinking about those years. About... her. Morrigan simply sipped her wine.

“How was the trip?” Azriel asked, and Mor throw herself in a long description of her arrival, how Vivienne and Kallias were and what they were doing in their court. About food and fashion and traditions.

It looked to Rhys that, after Amarantha, every threat to his life brought his family on the verge of collapse. It took a mere month to bring them to these terms. Mother above, it had been a month already. A month since the High Lord of Day, Helion, showed up at their borders in the middle of the night.

Apparently, he caught a Suriel. Apparently, while talking with it, the Suriel let slip that there was a ghost: the Ghost will change the High Lord of Night’s destiny after a fierce battle.

Rhysand turned his eyes from the half-forgotten dish in front of him. “What?”

Cassian cleared his throat “Mor was saying that she has found some clues on the Ghost in Winter”.

Rhys’s eyebrows shot up.

“Yes, well, Vivi did” she confessed, her gaze locked in his. “She told me that the Ghost is a story told among the soldiers in their army. They tell about a young lady of fair hair that appear during the harshest winter nights and lure you away. Many soldiers fell for her calling, never to be found again in their tents”. Mor emptied her glass and stood up. Azriel and Cassian stood up at the same time. “Thanks for the reminder, Amren,” she flatly said winnowing away.

Hours later, Mor was dancing with two faeries at Rita’s, when Rhys reached for her. “Care for some chocolate?” was all he said to Mor mind-to-mind. So, she winnowed away from the light-and-dark light games of the bar, right to the city house.

Even without his daemati abilities, his cousin’s thoughts weren’t such a mystery to him. He knew what that look meant. She pitied him. But it didn’t last long.

“Didn’t know that I would find you like this, dear cousin” she laughed.

Indeed, he wore just the bottom of a winter-themed pajama lounging on a couch near a roaring fire. A couple of hot chocolates lying on the coffee table across the couch. Rhysand laughed.

“Believe me, you should try dressing like this too. Everyone would love it at Rita’s.”

“I think I’ll leave you the opportunity to start a new trend.”

She sat with him pulling her legs under her and resting her head on his shoulder. His head leaned against hers a heartbeat later. “What are you thinking about, Rhys?” she asked lowering her voice.

He didn’t know. He was thinking about the threat, yes. But even more about how all of them almost killed that bitch that Amarantha was. Almost, because her cronies flew her all the way to Hybern while she screamed for revenge.

“I’m thinking about how we see the same colors all the time.” He started following the wavy length of his cousin’s hair with a finger, only to stop under her chin. A sigh.

“Ohh, so you feel lonely? Maybe Cass and Az could help you!”

A low laugh.

“I don’t know. It’s just that… I feel so tired, Mor. Tired of war, of threats, of death. And yes, I’m tired of loneliness too.”

“Your soulmate will show up, Rhys. And you will know once again that the world is full of laughs, happiness, life. Of colors, other that black, white and grey.” She clinked her almost empty hot chocolate mug against his. “Our dreams will come true.”