#pride and passion chapter 3

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may the odds be in your favour | coriolanus snow x fem! reader

series masterlist.

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

chapter summary: blood will have blood.

“what makes you think that, put in the same circumstances, we wouldn’t turn ourselves into beasts to survive?”

there’s silence. there are twenty four gazes pinning you down to your seat. there’s coriolanus snow, blue eyes a shade darker than they were before you started talking. you meet his gaze and sense something shifting. it’s in the way he leans a tad bit closer, lips parted as though to speak – no. to taste.

wc. approx. 2000 words.

cw. sexual tension. probably innacurate anatomical description. manipulation. reader and coriolanus being assholes. death threat (implied). religious imagery. sleep deprived author.

weeks pass. snow greets you every morning at your front door and extends his arm to you until you have no choice but to link it with your own. occasionally, he brings a rose, gently tucking it in the lapels of your coat. in your hair, fingers gently brushing your cheek. in your breast pocket. 

you know it to be a blatant claim. here you are, proud descendent of the ash dynasty, allowing him to own you. you tell yourself it’s only for a few months. that, whatever the outcome may be, there’s no way that damned prize will escape you. you ignore the growing ache between your thighs, the way you lean into snow’s touch when he leads you back home. 

let him think he’s playing you like a fiddle. let him think he’s turned your own game against you. let him think, and weaponize the truth to your advantage. 

you have very few things left to your name. pride is one of them. you won’t discard it for his name.

what you will do is this. you will sit next to him in class, head held high, legs crossed under your skirt. you will not pretend you’re not enjoying the way his gaze burns into you whenever you turn one of his arguments against him in rhetoric class. oh, rhetoric.

etched in white remnants of chalk against the blackboard is the question you’ll have to treat today. there’s silence in the class, as you all take it in.

what are the hunger games for?

date’s fourth of february. in five months, maybe, you’ll get an answer that doesn’t rely solely on theory. that doesn’t rely on the minds of know-it-all, privileged bastards whose only experience of life has been luxury. for now, your only choice is to take your seat next to coriolanus snow and lean back ever so slightly, trying not to roll back your eyes.

they talk, all of them. felix ravinstill, arachne crane. 

the hunger games are a proud display of savages from the districts—to remind us that we are better than them.

clemensia dovecote. lysistrata vickers.

the hunger games are a reminder of what befalls the districts. that they should not stand against the capitol.

sejanus plinth.

it’s barbaric.

at that, your attention shifts. you focus on him, the one from district 2. the one whose father’s wealth was enough to bring to the capitol. the one with the dark curls and passionate fire in his eyes—he dreams of justice and fairness. interesting.

he doesn’t talk. no, he argues. finally someone who understands the noble art of rhetoric.

“putting them in an arena to fight—they’re doomed the moment their names are chosen! it’s inhumane, having them slaughter each other for our own entertainment!”

you watch him, cheek cradled in your palm. he’d make a good lawyer, you muse. the naive, righteous type. 

you watch the others. the way arachne crane rolls her eyes so far back in her skull you think they’ll stay stuck. the way felix ravinstill snickers, barely conceals his disdain for the district boy, for daddy’s precious boy. it’s palpable, the way they all disregard him. doesn’t matter if he’s wealthier than half the class—he’s district.

“what about you, ash?”

fucking snow.

you glance at him, from the corner of your eye. he’s been watching you, too. wonderful mise en abîme. you watch them, he watches you. who watches him? are you all being watched?

ah, he’s waiting. they all are. as if your opinion matters to them. as if it matters at all. but you have to put on your usual show, display your wit. so you lean back against your chair, lips drawn in a sharp, sharp smile, and say:

“why, it’s a dreadful reminder of human nature is all.”

there’s silence, then. twenty-four gazes are on you, and they’re waiting. 

what are you, a messiah?

snow smile, judas dressed in red.

“go on, ash.”

you do, martyr thrown to the lions.

“so far, the general sentiment has been that we’re better than them, those savages from the districts—don’t look at me like that ravinstill, i’m only quoting you.” 

you pause. you can’t outright tell them they’re influenced by a centuries-long tradition of countless philosophers. you’ll lose their interest.

“we think they’re savages. we see what we think is proof—footage of the games, of how they use anything at their disposal to slaughter themselves for our own entertainment, as plinth wonderfully put it.”

you nod in his direction and watch the glint of confusion is his eye, perceptible even from afar. poor boy will be torn to shreds if he doesn’t learn to conceal his emotions better. this is the capitol—worse arena known to panem.

(you think of your father’s flesh being torn by a man-beast’s bloody teeth in what was supposed to be a beacon of civilisation. you think of the dark abysses of his eyes, of the silent promise in them – you’d be next.)

you intend to make that fact known to those oblivious to it.

“what makes you think that, put in the same circumstances, we wouldn’t turn ourselves into beasts to survive?”

there’s silence. there are twenty four gazes pinning you down to your seat. there’s coriolanus snow, blue eyes a shade darker than they were before you started talking. you meet his gaze and sense something shifting. it’s in the way he leans a tad bit closer, lips parted as though to speak – no. to taste.

“those are bold words from such a young lady, miss ash. you shouldn’t speak so lightly of such grave matters.”

you realise that in the brief time your gaze met snow’s, your classmates have looked up. up towards esteemed casca highbottom who stares you down, short silhouette all-encompassing. there’s something in his tone that makes your blood boil.

you smile, sweet and sharp.

“then maybe we shouldn’t brooch the subject in rhetoric class, sir.”

the odds switch and twist and turn with each passing second. you might get a glimpse of what’s in store in the way the dean’s hand trembles as it reaches in the recesses of his robe – morphine.

he gulps down the contents of the small vial in one go.

“class is dismissed for today.”

when you leave the room, you feel the weight of his gaze like a knife between your shoulder blades.

you don’t like the feeling of it.

**

philosophy’s only worth it if you’ve got someone to discuss with. unfortunately, you don’t. rhetoric class doesn’t count. after the dean’s impromptu interruption, you don’t get to debate. not anymore. instead, he makes you pour over law texts – capital punishments for traitors. you think of it as a warning and keep your mouth shut.

what you do enjoy is anatomy class. which is why you’re currently in the library, pouring over a heavy tome, nibbling on your lip as your fingers trace over the shape of a drawing. it’s beautiful, an inked figure detailing the different veins in the neck. jugular. internal. external. carotid artery. dorsal scapular artery. your finger follows the pattern, lips parted in an inaudible murmur as you stare ahead. inferior thyroid vein-

“what are you doing?”

fucking snow.

you have half a mind to throw him an annoyed glare and go back to your drawing.

“what does it look like?”

he raises an eyebrow. inquisitive bastard, that one.

“studying. badly.”

this time, you raise your head.

“and does the great coriolanus snow have a better way to memorise the anatomy of the cervical region? enlighten me.”

he slides on the bench next to you. close. close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from him. to smell him. roses, as usual. the same fragrance of the roses he gives to you each time he notices one withers away. (you don’t tell him you’ve kept them. each of them, pressed neatly between the pages of what books remain of your family’s once grandiose library.)

he unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing the pale expanse of his neck. pale as snow. how very fitting.

“well? Where’s the external jugular?”

you let out a chuckle and move closer to him, until your fingers trail down his neck, following the path of his vein.

“what’s next, snow?”

he gulps, adam apple bobbing up and down ever so slightly. Leans into your touch as he glances down at the book – your fingers dig into his neck, until you feel his pulse, quick as the fluttering wings of a jay bird.

“inferior thyroid vein.”

there’s no pattern to the veins he’s asking you to map out on his skin. your fingers move slightly to the left. if you squint, you can make out its contours, faint blue line under the pale, pale skin. You wonder if you’d see it better if you’d blow on it. you do, softly, until you feel his breath catch in his throat – he coughs.

“next.”

“anterior jugular vein.”

you chose to start your path from the bottom, lightly pressing your finger over the button of his shirt – not yet undone, this one. you trail up.

“next.”

“external carotid artery.”

you chuckle at that. Ssomehow, you’ve moved closer to him. His hand has come to rest on your hip, steadying you as you trace the patterns that make up his life. you look up at him. he meets your stare, stark blue eyes darkening. pretty, deadly eyes.

“do you know the difference between the jugular vein and the carotid artery, snow?”

you move to his jaw, pressing your fingers lightly against the bone, until you’re all but cradling his face between your hands, a breath away from his lips.

“tell me.”

“the carotid’s harder to reach with a knife.” you lean forward. his eyes dart to your lips. “however, If i were to succeed, it would take you two minutes to die.”

when you lean back, you’re the one smiling.

"thank you for helping me study, snow. it's been most... enlighting."

[lilibethwrites]

Growing Pains

Chapter 4 (Finale): The Delights of the Realm

Aemond Targaryen x F!Velaryon (Strong) Reader

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3

They say it’s always the dark before sunrise, and Aemond and Y/N have more than earned to bask in the sunlight of their love. But, will everything go as smooth as they would hope to? Will the Prince and the Princess get the happily ever after they deserve? Or will they burn for each other apart?

 Warnings: NSFW (smut. So much smut)

 Word count: 5472

 A.N: I’ve received so many lovely messages and so much love and support while this little project was going on. I’m so glad to have you all along for the ride. Enjoy!

 Aemond’s promise lit a fire that burnt Y/N all across her body, but it scorched the desire rising between her legs the most. She leaned against the table to stay on her feet as Aemond left her arms abruptly.

 “To—ahem, tonight?” Her trembling hands brushed strays of hair behind her ear. “How do you plan to do that, my Prince? Will you summon the Sept to your bedchamber? You are still forbidden from leav—”

 “Patience, my love,” he said with his back to Y/N, digging through the chest at the foot of his bed.

 ”My love, my love, my love…” Aemond’s voice dipped in the sweetest of honey in the realm echoed in Y/N’s mind. She gripped the rounded corner of the table to stop herself from all but jumping into his arms, or collapsing to her knees and sobbing for how long she’d waited to hear it, and for how long she’d lamented that he would never say it.

 At the bottom of the wooden chest, wrapped in a generous cut of rich velvet, was a necklace. Made from some of the best pearls of King Viserys’ coffers, and with a pendant wrought from Valyrian steel encrusted with rubies, emeralds and sapphires.

 Aemond pulled it out with a glint of pride in his eye. He unwrapped the ribbon that kept the necklace secure between the folds of the velvet, and the pearls glistened in the candlelight. It seemed like the sort of jewellery that would be kept in the royal bank, passed down only from one Queen to the other.

 “Aemond—what—what is this?”

 “This, my darling,” he kneeled in front of Y/N, holding the necklace out for her to see. “Is my promise to you that I will love you and protect you until the last drop of my blood.”

 “But…” the tears that were more than ready to fall that night prickled Y/N’s eyes once more, and this time, she didn’t fight them.

 Between her quivering lips came out a quiet, shaky whimper of Aemond’s name. He rose quickly to his feet and wiped the tears that rolled down to Y/N cheeks with his thumb.

 “I shall have you cry no more unless they are happy tears.”

 “Where—how—” How did Aemond come to the possession of that necklace? And for what purpose?

 “Must you truly interrogate me now? Could you at least pity me enough to allow me to put it on you?” Aemond smiled, rubbing Y/N’s shoulders.

 Y/N nodded in response and turned around with her hair swept away from her neck. Aemond placed the necklace around Y/N’s neck and pressed a rather sensuous, open-mouthed kiss to her bare skin before clasping it secure. Goosebumps arose where his lips had just been, and Y/N turned around with heavy lids.

 Her fingers ran across the pearls, stopping at the pendant in the middle of them while Aemond followed her delicate hand with a dark, hungry look in his eye.

 “Aemond, my love,” Y/N could say it forever and she would still not have enough. “It’s beautiful.”

 The cold pearls and the Valyrian steel on her scorching skin only spurred on further as she closed the distance between them once again and raised on her toes to pull Aemond down for another kiss. There were emotions welled up inside them for far too long that words couldn’t hope to do justice. Aemond was just as eager to do away with words that couldn’t scratch the surface of the love and lust he felt for Y/N, so he kissed her back.

 It was gentle and passionate, which they said Aemond was incapable of. Surprisingly, Y/N was the eager and rough one of the lovers, tangling her fingers in Aemond’s hair to pull him closer to deepen the kiss and roughen it up, but Aemond resisted. He remained gentle, slow and sweet, almost too gentle even for a Septa’s liking.

 “If you—” he murmured pleadingly into the kiss, their lips barely apart, “if you keep on with it—my love, I may not be able to stop.”

 “You’ve stopped for far too long. I do not want you to any longer.” Y/N’s voice was low and breathy, dripping in lust for Aemond that she has suppressed for years.

 Aemond’s response was a growl which sounded more dragon than human. He scooped her up easily and carried her to his bed. And despite his hunger for her and the arousal that tightened his breeches, he mustered enough control to set her down gently and climbed on top of her.

 They stared at one another for a moment and reached for each other’s faces as if to convince themselves it was not a twisted dream they would wake up from in a sweat.

 “Command me to stop and I—”

 “I do not wish you to stop, Aemond. I never once did.”

 With that, Aemond’s lips closed around Y/N’s, then travelled down to her jaw, her neck, and her chest peeking from the loosened ribbons of her nightgown. He undid each bow with his teeth, planting a wet kiss on the newly-revealed patch of skin. He was slow, torturously so. When Y/N raised her hips impatiently, he grinned mischievously and pressed them down.

 “Patience, my darling Princess. Allow me to savor you. The night is still young,” he whispered in her ear before pressing another kiss to the corner of her lip and returning to his duty down on her chest.

 Aemond patiently undid the ribbons that held the bodice of Y/N’s nightgown together. He pulled back, sitting between her legs to admire his work, and more than that, his lover’s body on his bed, ready for him to take. To claim, to make her his own in yet another way.

 Heat crept up to Y/N’s cheeks under Aemond’s hungry eye. She felt like a rabbit toyed with by a predator, and surprisingly, she enjoyed it. She squirmed, begging with purrs and whimpers for Aemond to return to where he had left off.

 Aemond slid an arm under her waist and lifted Y/N off the bed enough to slip the gown off her shoulders and down to her hips. From there, he pulled it off and discarded it easily. There Y/N lay only in her stockings held at her thighs with ribbons and her pearls-and-Valyrian-steel necklace.

 She raised herself off to kneel in front of Aemond, who was still in his nightshirt and breeches. Her trembling fingers pulled his shirt up and off, and Aemond raised his hands to allow her. While he expected her hands to travel to the ties that kept his waistband in place, Y/N instead reached for his face. His eye widened, and in the anticipation of what was to come, he grew stiff. Perhaps he even meant to pull back, but Y/N had already hooked a finger under the cord that kept his eye patch in place.

 It was funny. Y/N was the one who stood with nothing but stockings and a necklace in front of him, yet Aemond felt naked and vulnerable instead. He held Y/N’s wrist gently to stop her.

 “Aemond, I love you. All of you. A sapphire for an eye will not change that. The Seven Gods together cannot.” She even thought it added a certain charm to him.

 He relaxed, then. Slowly, with each shaky exhale, and allowed Y/N to take the patch off.

 “I should have told you more just how handsome you are,” Y/N kissed along the deep scar that ran across the right side of Aemond’s face. Her fingertips left dragon fire wherever they travelled, from his cheeks to his neck, down to his chest and abdomen, dangerously close to where his manhood craved her touch. Yet he knew that if she did, he would come undone in no time. That was no way to make love to his lady on their first time.

 So Aemond instead gently laid Y/N down, his body positioned once again between her legs. He caressed her thighs, and she moaned without shame, safe and proud in the knowledge that she was his and that they deserved to act on their lust. Then his calloused fingertips moved to the insides of her thighs, to the soft and sensitive flesh burning up for him. That alone was enough to make Y/N squirm and whimper, reaching up to squeeze one of his pillows.

 “Do not close your eyes. I want to see it in your eyes.”

 “What—what in my—oh, Gods!” Y/N slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the obscene sounds as she found out exactly what Aemond wanted to see in her eyes. His finger stroked a long line between her already-slick folds, remained pressed at the bundle of nerves that almost made her come undone, and drew a circle on it all the while keeping his eye on hers.

 It was an understatement to say that Aemond took pleasure in watching the way Y/N responded to his touch. To watch the woman he loved from afar for so long losing her composure under his fingers, her beautiful face contorted in pleasure, and to know that he was the only one to witness it pleased him like nothing else could. His own breathing turned heavier, and his parted lips trembled at the sight in front of him.

 Unrelenting, Aemond dipped his head between Y/N’s legs next. He sucked on and very gently scraped his teeth on the tender flesh of the insides of Y/N’s thighs. He stopped just before her folds only to look up at her as he wetted his lips and he slid a finger in.

 Y/N meant to protest. She was already on the verge of her release. Aemond did pull his finger out, but only to push back two. He hushed Y/N, asking her to trust him, whispering that it would be better for her this way.

 “Do not hold back,” he instructed. Then, the absence of his fingers was filled by his tongue. He sucked, lapped at and swirled over her folds before dipping his tongue into her warmth, working for her release with long and slow strokes.

 Aemond’s hips were grinding against the mattress desperately: he was at the very end of his restraint. It was a good thing that so soon after, Y/N’s muscles tightened, and the coiling tension snapped into a fuzzy, sweet heat that overtook her body. She arched her back, writhing—all the while squeezing Aemond’s head between her thighs and trapping him pushed against her heat with his nose pressed up against her swollen bud. She’d touched herself before to the thoughts of Aemond, but never once had she come close to the peak of the mountain of blinding pleasure Aemond brought her to just now.

 When she regained her composure, her voice already turning hoarse and her throat beginning to ache from just how much she’d screamed her lover’s name, she let go of the sheets she was gripping to comb her fingers through Aemond’s hair.

 He rose slowly and triumphantly from between her legs then. He licked his lips and wiped his chin on the back of his hand. His broad chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he was all but gasping for air.

 When Aemond undid his breeches and freed his bulge with a hiss, the tremors in Y/N’s thighs and hips had just come to an end. The untamed predator in him was beguiling enough to almost seduce Aemond into simply pulling the fabric down to his knees and entering Y/N. Resisting the sweet urge to enter her in one swift thrust and set a frantic, unrelenting tempo proved to be even more difficult than when he intended to slash her Lannister suitor from ear to ear.

 He was already hard, achingly so. Y/N reached down between her legs, wrapped her trembling hand around his and guided him inside her. He pushed in slowly, carefully. Y/N’s head was buried back in Aemond’s pillow and his was thrown back in pleasure. As he split her folds and entered her slowly, the lovers gasped and moaned in unison. There was a hint of pain inside Y/N as he sank down into her depth, stretching her with each slight thrust of his hips. She could feel every little vein on his manhood, and Aemond was engulfed by the tight heat that squeezed him relentlessly. Her hand wantonly reached up, trying to hold onto something, anything. Aemond laced his fingers with hers, comforting her as he allowed her to adjust to his size just before he bottomed out with a groan stifled in his throat.

 Then he started moving again. His pace was easy, slow, affectionate. He leaned closer to her body and Y/N gripped the back of his head to pull him down for a kiss. It was sloppy as each roll of Aemond’s hips pulled their heads back to tear out another whimper or moan.

 Soon, Y/N adapted to just how Aemond filled her, and the hint of pain left its place for pure pleasure. Her hips jolted when he hit a particularly sweet spot, and he hooked her leg around his waist to go deeper, to keep working the spot that made Y/N cry his name out.

 Y/N’s heart began to race once again. The same overwhelming tension began to coil once again, and this time, she pushed against his thrusts to chase it. The second time around was even sweeter for both of them. Her walls fluttered around him, her hips stuttered, and with her arched back pressing her chest to his, she came undone once again with his name on her lips.

 Aemond sucked in a sharp breath, his own release was brought threateningly close as his name on Y/N’s lips filled his ears and he felt each spasm and flutter around his sensitive member. He meant to pull out, to give Y/N the rest she much needed. He was used to taking care of himself, after all. Yet, Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him to keep going.

 His thrusts became erratic and hungry then. His head hung low, his hot breath tickling the sweaty skin of Y/N’s neck as he buried his fingers into her soft hips. She could feel his cock twitching inside her, and she whispered praises to her lover, encouraging him to go as fast and rough as he desired.

 The sound of smacking flesh and their moans filled the bedchamber. Aemond’s nerves were on fire. With a trembling hand, he attempted to let his hips loose from Y/N’s legs, but she only pulled his head down to whisper in his ear that she desired him to finish inside her.

 Aemond knew very well he shouldn’t, but his resolve had run out, and he found himself keeping her hips in place to pound inside her. His face was flushed with loose strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead creased into a frown of concentration. He bit his lip to stifle the loud groans that threatened to overflow from his bedchamber to the empty hall. With one last powerful thrust, his abdomen tightened and he spilled himself inside her.

 His sweet, carnal sounds and the warmth of his load pushed Y/N over the edge one last time as well, and the shockwaves of pleasure gripped both their bodies. Aemond could keep himself barely above her with two shaking arms planted on each side of her head, and they remained with their foreheads pressed together and eyes shut for a moment.

 They were both sucking in sharp breaths and exhaling shakily, their hips twitching and jolting from overstimulation. Aemond was the first to recollect himself. He pulled himself out of her with a gasp, and watched his seed leak out of her Y/N’s folds. The room, now that he came back to his senses, smelled of Y/N’s perfume and the musky smell their lovemaking.

 He rolled on his back next to her and pulled his lover onto his chest with an arm around her shoulders. His fingers absentmindedly massaged her tense muscles, and she tangled her legs with his. Now that they came down from the height of their pleasure, the thin sheen of sweat that covered their bodies and glistened in the candlelight began to send shivers down their spines in the cold air of midnight.

 As if jealous of the way the two lovers dissolved into pleasure and fell apart in each other’s arms, thunder rumbled outside the window and it soon started pouring. Aemond pulled the heavy blanket over their naked bodies, and Y/N nestled her head into his chest. She could hear the pounding of his heart settling down into a slow rhythm. They remained quiet for a while, simply content to hear each other breathe and to have found out that reality proved to be better than their dreams for once.

 “My love,” she cooed.

 “Yes, my darling?”

 “Nothing. I only wanted to say it.” That got a quiet chuckle out of Aemond, and he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.

 “Though, I would very much like it if you—”

 “If I told you how I came to possess the necklace?”

 “No!” She rose, still in his arms. Aemond only squinted and cocked his head to the side. He knew her all too well.

 “Well… yes,” defeated, she dropped her head back on his chest.

 “It was made for me—well, for my wife-to-be. As grandfather handed it to me, I could see it on no woman’s neck but yours. I lied upon my arrival and said that I’d left it with the Baratheon lord as an offer of consolation, but I hadn’t even taken it with me. I’ve held onto the silly hope that the day might come when I could use it for its true purpose.”

 “What would you have done if... you know. You couldn’t give it to me?” Y/N asked without lifting her head, and her fingers drew shapes and spelled out High Valyrian words she’s recently learned on Aemond’s chest.

 “I would rather not dwell on that dreadful possibility. It upset me for far too many nights already.”

 To push out the dreadful possibilities that haunted him for years, Aemond focused on the way Y/N’s fingertips moved across his skin. He identified them as High Valyrian right away and tried to make out the words she was spelling. Her High Valyrian needed some work, he noticed, but decided it would make a worse pillow talk than the one at hand.

 “Please,” Y/N snuggled closer to Aemond with a playful smile. She propped herself up on an elbow to look at him while her other hand rested on Aemond’s chest where her head had just been. “As your wife-to-be, I ask that you humour me. Would you have sold it?”

 “No. Of course not. I would have flown above the sea and thrown it down from the clouds.”

 “Imagine—” a big yawn interrupted Y/N. “Imagine the poor fisher who’d come upon it.”

 “Y/N. The impact would have shattered it,” Aemond spoke incredulously but with a smile anyway. “You speak as if you’ve never flown before.”

 She considered it for a moment, then giggled at her silliness. Apparently, her wits didn’t come back to her just as quickly as her breath did.

 “Help me dress,” she said next, after another yawn. Aemond was fighting the sweet call of slumber with his heavy lid as well.

 “Dress? Remain here in my arms.”

 “Mother would turn the Red Keep upside down if I’m not in my bed by the time she is up.”

 She planted a kiss on Aemond’s lips, and he pulled her back into his embrace for another, longer one.

 “Tell her we were consummating our marriage, darling wife.”

 “For that, dear husband, we need to be married first.”

 Y/N began tying the ribbons of her nightgown. It was difficult to stand with the dull ache between her legs and her trembling knees. Aemond rose from the bed to support her with a hand on her back.

 Then despite Aemond’s insistence that he would carry her back to her chamber in his arms, they settled on him walking her to her door. Y/N forbade him from entering, however, when she saw the mischievous glint in his eye. He was a terrible liar, and even the silliest of the servant girls could tell he meant to do more than fluff up her pillows if she allowed him in.

 “How could a lady so sweet could be so cruel to her humble servant?” He feigned sorrow, and Y/N gave him another kiss to send him on his way.

 The Prince and the Princess had the deepest, most restful slumbers of their lives that night. Aemond clutched the pillows that smelled like his lover, and Y/N ran her fingertips across the bruises that were starting to darken where Aemond’s mouth and fingers had been.

 By the time Y/N limped to join her family for breakfast the next morning, Aemond was already seated and nursing a cup of wine. His head shot up to the door when her attendance was announced. Despite the night before when they left no place in their bodies unexplored, heat crept up to Y/N’s cheeks at the chaste smile Aemond gave her.

 Across from Y/N, Daemon smirked at the lovers knowingly. The man had a nose like a hound in a hunting party for such things.

 “I trust the evening lay was decent?” He spoke up out of nowhere.

 Y/N choked on her bite of sweetpie, and Aemond’s eye widened. They both froze, while the rest of the table gave Daemon puzzled looks for asking that question so late into the breakfast.

 “What? Have I said something out of the ordinary?” He feigned innocence, but the mischievous smirk plastered on his face gave his intentions away to the guilty party. “What, Rhaenyra? I was merely asking if we all had decent enough slumber following the tragic event.”

 “Yes, Uncle. It was, in fact, better than decent.” Aemond rose to Daemon’s challenge with a defying smirk.

 Never once to exchange words, this interaction took everyone by surprise, Y/N included. Then Aemond’s gaze fell on Y/N, and he gave her a smile that she couldn’t quite read. Reassuring perhaps, but of what?

 Then he got up from his seat with his cup in the air.

 “I propose a toast for what came out of it, Uncle. Give me Y/N’s hand in marriage.”

 Silence fell to the table, and everyone froze in their motions. Alicent’s fork in the air, Otto with his orange peel in his mouth, Rhaenyra clutching her pregnant belly and Aegon slowly sobering up at what he had just heard coming out of his brother’s mouth.

 “Not much of a question, is it?” Deamon mumbled, smiling. He was enjoying this far too much, even for his usual disposition. His voice barely reached Rhaenyra and Aemond. “You’re demanding her hand in marriage. No?”

 Then Aegon laughed. “What in Gods’ name is happening?!”

 Helaena, sweet as ever, began to clap in excitement. “Another wedding! How sweet!”

 Then came the commotion.

 “Absolutely not! Over my grave!” Rhaenyra roared.

 “Are you mad?! Are you insane?! Do you intend to start a war?!” Alicent shouted at her son.

 “What is the meaning of this?! This is unacceptable!” Otto stared back and forth between Y/N and Aemond. He was dangerously close to morphing into a dragon and setting the lovers on fire.

 “Absolutely not! My only daughter WILL NOT marry that… this boy!” Rhaenyra slammed her hands on the table.

 “Rhaenyra, you’ve once asked for Alicent’s daughter—“ Daemon lowered his voice, and Rhaenyra followed instinctively.

 “For Luke! Jake! They are not the same!”

 “No, but it would do us both good if our families were reunited again. All the better if the marriage is not an arranged one. We all know how those tend to end,” he whispered the last part with a grin. He of all people would know.

 “How could you be so delighted with this when you very much dislike the boy?”

 “It’s a good thing I’m not the one marrying him, then. That we would both agree on, no? Trust Y/N to know what is good for her.”

 Meanwhile, Aemond was still standing up, unflinching. He seemed almost bored, as if the uproar he had just caused was just an inconvenience in the way of the blessing he was determined to acquire one way or the other.

 “Either allow me to marry her, or I shall take her and make her my wife elsewhere,” he threatened both Y/N’s and his own family calmly.

 Daemon was amused still, and interjected only to speak to Y/N. “Dear daughter, what is your word on this? Is this your desire?”

 The table fell silent once again; all eyes were trained on Y/N. She gazed into Aemond’s to find the strength to speak up. It wasn’t difficult to imagine how this would go down: either with Aemond and herself leaving the table as husband and wife or with swords drawn and blood spilled.

 “Yes,” she spoke quietly but assuredly. “It is indeed my desire, father. Mother, Queen Alicent. I wish nothing more than to be wed to Prince Aemond, with or without your blessings.”

 “Finally, very good,” Daemon chuckled and clapped his hands. “Took you two lovers long enough to come around to it.”

 Soon, Rhaenyra was calmed and she came around to the idea once she saw just how happy Aemond made her daughter, and Alicent smiled her most sincere smiles since her husband, King Viserys, fell ill and turned bed-ridden.

 The preparations for the wedding began swiftly. Aemond and Y/N spent all their waking moments together, this time without any secrets or care for the gossip. Their union was blessed twice, once under the light of Seven Gods as per Queen Alicent’s request, and once more by the old Valyrian tradition. Though both were only for their families: Aemond promised that he was Y/N’s and Y/N his at the night they’d spent in each other’s arms. There was no stronger promise to them than that. For the celebratory feast, King Viserys himself left his bed and graced their union with his presence and blessing. The throne room erupted into laughter when he joked that he was surprised when the news of the Prince and Princess’s betrothal reached his ears as he thought they have already been married for years.

 Content just to live in a chamber together for as long as they had one another, it came to the lovers as a surprise when Prince Daemon proposed a toast and offered them a wedding gift. By Rhaenyra, Alicent and Visery’s blessings, he gave the newly-weds Harrenhal for them to live in and rule as they saw fit. It was far enough to have their own lives but not far enough that they couldn’t make the journey to King’s Landing and back in a reasonable time. Besides, the weather and the land were perfectly suitable for their dragons to inhabit as well.

 “Far enough that I won’t have to see my dear Niece’s sour face every morning as I break my fast, but close enough that I shall fly in a moment to kill him myself if he is ever to upset my daughter,” Daemon only half-joked in his usual sarcasm.

 Known for his lack of sense of humor around most people, Aemond’s response was awaited in tension in the hall. Even Y/N squeezed his hand under the table. Aemond smiled, and like his uncle, he only half-joked when he promised that it wouldn’t be necessary as he would carry out the deed himself if he ever found himself upsetting his dear wife.

 “Your flight would be in vain. You would find me fallen on my sword, Uncle.”

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 “Oh, how delightful!” A servant cheered.

 “The Gods have blessed us on this noon!”

 “Congratulations, Princess, it’s a healthy boy!”

 “What are you standing here for?! Go on, fetch Prince Aemond!”

 “Send a raven to King’s Landing—and one to Dragonstone!”

 Amid the cheerful commotion of the servants and midwives, the baby was carefully cleaned with a wet cloth dipped in scented oil and wrapped up in a red and green blanket. Camylle, who packed up and moved to Harrenhal with her Princess after the wedding, handed him to Y/N with tears of joy.

 “He’s strong and healthy just like his father. What shall be his name, my Princess?”

 “Viserys.”

 “Oh, that’s a lovely name.”

 The labour had been going on for a while. Not long enough to warrant concern, but long enough for Aemond to receive the news and to rush into Vhagar’s nest. The news of his son’s birth reached him just as he had ripped his cloak to wrap it around a dragon egg of green and gold.

 He hurriedly came into the bedchamber clutching the cloak, with the sweat and dirt still on his face.

 “Oh, you’ve given birth of your own, husband?”

 “It’s a gift, my love, from Vhagar.”

 “An egg! Dyana, come look! An egg!” The servants approached the bassinet where Aemond carefully put the egg to hopefully hatch for his son one day.

 Aemond wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulder and gazed at their baby as if he’d just witnessed the miracle of the Seven for himself.

 “How are you doing?” He gently brushed the loose strands of hair from Y/N’s face. She smiled up weakly at him with baby Viserys in her arms.

 “Always well when you are by my side, love.”

 Though even just the lift of a finger sent excruciating pain up and down her body, Y/N scooted away to make room for Aemond to sit by her.

 “You know, I suspect moon tea might not be as effective as the Maester would have us believe,” Y/N joked when the servants began dwindling in numbers, some busy with carrying the bloodied rags to washing and some preparing the newborn Prince’s room.

 “Hm. A rather swift observation on your part, darling wife. Thought it begs further experiment, no?”

 Y/N groaned, she would’ve burst into a fit of laughter if it didn’t hurt her belly.

 “Absolutely not. I am never doing this again.”

 Despite that, Viserys had a brother when he was three. And Aerys looked so much like his father that Y/N often joked Aemond might as well have birthed the boy himself alone. Then, when the boys just barely became dragonriders under the tutelage of their father, came the apple of their eyes: a sweet girl by the name of Visenya.

 Maesters wrote in their history books that she was so lovely, she came out not crying but smiling at the midwives and her parents. From thereon, Prince Aemond was known not as One Eye, but as One Arm. Because Visenya was so charmed by her father, and Aemond with her, that she was always by his side, carried in his arm as a baby and held by the hand once she learned to walk. The poor Prince only had his right hand free to attend to matters, and gladly reserved the left for his precious daughter.

 The three grandchildren became the darlings of their grandparents, as well as the realm itself. The sight of Vhagar with a small dragon, so small it could be Vhagar’s claw, right next to her was a cause of celebration. It meant Prince Aemond and his darling daughter were coming to visit King’s Landing, and would soon be followed by Princess Y/N on dragonback with her sons flying on each side of her.

 Many tapestries and paintings were made for the beloved grandchildren of the realm, and even more songs were written and sung all across Westeros. And Aemond and Y/N’s love, even long after their passing, inspired many poets and bards to write the sweetest of love songs and stories. So much so that the young lovers were commonly described as being “madly in love like Aemond and Y/N”.

 The Maesters wrote in history books that the union of two unlikely dragons, one an unruly Prince and the other an extraordinary Princess, stopped a bloody war that could have gone on for decades and might as well have been the end of their houses. It was said that the grandchildren were so loved that both the Blacks and the Greens forgot why they were ever at each other’s throats, and the realm has seen decades of peace like they’ve never known before. And so it was said that Prince Aemond and Princess Y/N, who had no intentions of ever claiming the Iron Throne for themselves, along with their children, became the forever King and Queen in the hearts of the realm.

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I Hate My Coworker

Pairing: Modern Au! Barista! Kit Thantalos x Barista! Reader

Summary: You don't like your coworker and she doesn't like you either. Enemies to lovers trope.

Warnings: Swearing, maybe smut in later

chapters, Kit and reader is 18+

Chapters: Part 2,Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Song Recommendation: Kiss With A Fist - Florence + The Machine

Ever since you were a kid you always liked coffee. Your mom would be mad at you. She would scold you because she thought children should not drink too much coffee. You did anyway. You liked everything about coffee. The smell, the mugs, the machines and of course the beans. You loved coffee shops too. It felt like home to you. You wanted to work in a coffee shop. You didn't plan to work there for your life but it was an experience you needed to live even for once.

There was a coffee shop close to your house and they were hiring. You took your chances and it went well. On your first day of your job, you met a familiar face you couldn't name. Thankfully your grandmother is a fan of newspapers. You saw her on the newspapers more than once. You made sure she was who she was when you got home and see it for yourself. You scanned the newspapers quickly and made sure she was who she was.

Now you were hundred percent sure. You couldn't believe your coworker was Kit Thantalos, the daughter of Thantalos Company's CEO.

That company ruined many parks around the area which you loved. They turned it to their tall and dull buildings for other companies. They cut gigantic and beautiful trees. Not that you were constantly fighting for the environment. It was just you hanged out there a lot with your family before they passed away. You used to go parks to remember what you and your parents do to spend time with each other back then. Your happiest memories happened in those parks. Now, since you don't have that opportunity, It feels like memories are fading away. The company took that away from you. You hated them with passion.

And now, you had to work with their daughter. You didn't understand why she was working here as a barista. She had all the money. She didn't needed to work. Or maybe she was in bad terms with her family. You knew she wasn't the one ruining your favourite parks but you couldn't help but feel rage whenever you saw her face. It made you remember of the company who took the parks away from you.

One month passed. You showed your annoyance to her and maybe you acted like a little bit of an a**hole. She didn't understand why you act in this way but she wasn't the type to take cr*p from anyone so things got bothersome. You constantly argued with her. The subject didn't matter. Both of you would found something to make each other mad.

It was late and the coffee shop was empty. It was just your boss, Kit and you.

"It's your turn to clean the toilet." Kit said with a smirk on her face. You wanted to rip that cocky smirk away. Her attitude made you mad.

"No it's yours I cleaned it the last time." You said with a bored expression.

"It's not my fault your memory sucks."

"You suck."

"We both know I don't. " She made herself taller with pride on her face.

She knew she was charismatic. Which made you angrier.

"It's your turn. " You said with death stare.

"No it's yours! " She huffed.

The owner and our boss Joseph came back from the cellar.

"Are you two fighting again?"

"It's her turn to clean the toilet but she denies it." Kit explained Joseph with annoyance.

Joseph breathes heavily. "You both go clean the toilet."

"Both of us?" You raised your brow.

"But it's her turn! " You furrowed.

"Its both of you until you both act like adults. " He huffed.

It was actually Kit's turn but she wanted to take her chances and annoy you.

"I hate you, Thantalos. " Your eyes popping ragefully.

"The feeling is mutual, L/N." She said with a fake smile.

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Chapter 1

Word Count: ~ 2.3k

CW: Mentions of pregnancy, profanity

Summary: Your life comes to a startling halt when you realize the abrasive and dismissive man you shared a passionate but drunken night with is now the father of your child.

Notes: Hello! First chapter for you all. Let me know in the comments, chat or messages on what you think. A like or reblog is great too if that’s what you want. <3 I hope you enjoy reading!

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It Had To Be You Masterlist

How?

You had taken every precaution and painstakingly logged your cycle every single day. An IUD, sex during a low fertile week, and a condom to seal the deal.

And yet.

After five tests with the same result, you held onto the denial for as long as you could. The phone call from the gynecologist to confirm that yes you are pregnant, was enough to seal the earth shattering deal.

Pregnant.

This had to be a mistake. Even with your occasional trysts and short lived relationships, you didn’t have one slip up or scare. But a drunken night five weeks ago so blurry that you could barely remember seemed to have been the final straw in your streak of good luck.

The steering wheel suddenly felt incredibly hot as you gripped the leather tighter. You pressed your forehead to wheel, squeezing your eyes tight and forcing a slow breath from your lungs. The morning sun beaming into the car window was too bright, the air conditioning blowing through the vents too cold against your skin, your thoughts too incessant, too anxious, too loud.

 It wasn’t that you were against having children. At twenty-nine years old, you were coasting steady in life. Magna Cum Laude in marketing from one of the best universities in Sendai, an internship that blossomed into a full-time job, and after years of overtime and grasping every opportunity you could, you’re now a Marketing Specialist of one of the best firms in the city. You had a sizeable income from years of working hard and saving, a small but cozy house that you fixed yourself, and the freedom to actually do the things you wanted.

But this was a big step. A step that you wanted to follow a certain way if you could help it. A serious relationship, marriage, and maybe a kid or two.

Now? When you were this close to a promotion, when your mother was finally showing a modicum of pride in you, and you had your vacation planned?

It was too much, everything was too much, too intense, too fucking loud.

The sharp vibration of your cellphone the cup holder jolted you from your thoughts and back into cold, hard reality. Work. You can deal with this later.

Omelia: I got the latte you wanted and its sitting neglected on your desk. Where are you.

You're being dramatic.

Omelia: I wont be dramatic when I say no the next time you ask me for coffee.

I just parked. I’ll be right up. Keep calm until I get there.

Omelia: 🙄 

You shook out another breath, pushing away from the steering wheel and smoothing a hand down your white button up blouse.

“You can do this. It’s going to be just fine.”

By the time the elevator dinged on the thirtieth floor of the skyrise building in the middle of downtown Sendai, your nerves weren’t as frayed. The anxiety still buzzed against your skin as you walked past various cubicles, smiling kindly to your coworkers before hitting the stretch of office doors that led to your own. There were days when you wished you were in a cubicle again. It was easier to meet others and socialize, forming a small family of the same people year after year. But the more you volunteered to stay after hours to assist for projects and the more your boss recommended you for opportunities you had only dreamed of, the less you saw your coworkers. But you tried to stay engage as much as you could, eating lunch with them, going out for dinner and drinks.

But you guess that would have to change soon.

“I used my rage to reheat it for you.”

Omelia’s low and raspy voice was a welcome distraction to the current thoughts in your head as you closed the office door behind you. Perched in an office chair across from your desk, the usual silver-eyed glower from your best friend stared holes into your skin. Even petite in nature, she was the most intimidating but also the most beautiful person you had ever met. You couldn’t be envious of her. Since meeting her in second grade, she was often chased by boys. When they pulled her thick kinky hair as a means of flirting, she responded with a punch to the gut that always ended her in the office and her mother’s usual response was to take her out for ice cream instead because she shouldn’t be punished for stopping boys using violence as a means to show affection. But as you both got older, her violence morphed into carefully calculated sarcasm capable of cutting anyone down before they could do the same to her. But you were never afraid of her mean words, because when you’re the only two black females in your second grade class, you naturally gravitated to each other. And being able to gauge her emotions behind her words always helped you understand her more.

You reached for the cup and hesitated, the anxious thoughts of the effects of caffeine and fetal development flashing through your mind before you ultimately gave up.

Her eyes narrowed, silver orbs laser focused and analyzing body language as you sipped the latte, the usual caramel flavor hitting your tongue.

“Ah yes, I can still feel the rage. Thank you.”

“It’s rare when you’re late and you usually text me if you’re gonna be.”

You shrug, setting your Michael Khors purse on your desk before sagging into the ergonomic chair.

“Forgive me for my transgressions.” She rolled her eyes at your attempt of a joke, crossing elegant skirt clad legs before sighing slowly. “I know you hate mornings Ome, but this level of disappointment is rarely directed at me. What’s wrong?”

She didn’t speak for a moment, opening her mouth and closing repeatedly, full lipgloss covered lips puckering to form words before she shook out another disappointed sigh.

“I’m sorry. Just boyfriend troubles and I’m taking it out on everyone I see. I’m so close to just dumping the fucker.”

“Then do it?”

It was no lie that Ome had more than had it with her three year on again-off again relationship. Years of short lived jobs, lack of interest in her or her family, and the latest cheating stint, she was ready to call it quits. But why she hasn’t, you’ll never know.

Maybe she doesn’t want to be alone. Having stone walls around you for most of your life will do that you imagine.

You hesitated again before taking another sip.

How much caffeine is too much? 50 mg? 200?? Your stomach lurched painfully, the sharp pang of nausea making your mouth water. You’ve been drinking three cups of coffee every day for the past five weeks.

Oh God.

“Y/n.” Ome’s voice rang in you ear, cutting through the loud echo of thoughts. Her gaze was less harsh this time, concern softening her ethereal features. “You good?”

You smiled at her, pushing the coffee away.

“I’m good.”

***

It turns out that you in fact were not good. Because every little thing seemed to send your mind into a frenzy. You spaced out at every meeting as you thought about just all you needed to prepare for.

College fund. Daycare. Medical care. Baby clothes. Furniture (baby furniture?). Telling your fucking mother.

You couldn’t eat your salad because you were curled over your phone instead, googling every ingredient to make sure nothing was toxic.

You couldn’t look your coworkers in the eye because you could feel the waves of irrationality in your mind as you imagined their disgusted filled stares as they looked at your stomach.

No matter where you went or what you did, everything seemed to set your mind off.

How much do babies even cost?

The thought made you groan softly, your stomach taking what felt like the millionth backflip of the day.

“Are you alright?”

You blinked, face heating instantly in embarrassment as you looked up at your boss. Jin Itadori’s glasses sat perched on his nose as he looked at you curiously, dark brown eyes soft but filled with concern.

“I-I’m. Yes, I’m alright. Sorry it’s been a weird day. I meant no disrespect, Itadori-san.”

He chuckled in reply, hands folding on his desk as he smiled softly at you. Jin was probably the nicest boss ever. He was always soft smiles, an even softer voice, and a demeanor that made others relax instead of stiffening in his presence. But despite his demeanor, he had revamped the entire marketing department fresh out of college, brought in triple the revenue the company had ever seen, and usurped the previous boss’ position in less than three years to become Director of Marketing Operations for the Sendai branch. He was serious about his work and refused to let anyone walk over him or his colleagues. And he was one of the few people who didn’t judge you by how you looked and instead admired your work ethic, your personality, and your goals.

So to zone out in the middle of a one on one with him was completely out of character.

“You’re not disrespecting me. You’re always so formal, please relax. I can tell you have a lot on your mind. Do you need to take a few days off?”

You shook your head. “No sir. Or at least I’m not sure yet. I’ll let you know.”

He pursed his lips before looking down at his planner. “Well, what I was saying is that our latest project will be our heaviest yet. It’s going to take a lot of work, a lot of attention to detail and therefore collaboration with others outside of our company. The branch in Tokyo that held the annual summit a few weeks ago has reached out and would like to be included.”

Ice cold water felt like it had been doused down your back, your nerves jolting in shock. Of all the branches, why Tokyo? Niigata’s branch was good. Albeit, not as big and popular and well known as Tokyo, but still good.

“We’ve projected about a year from start to finish. I wanted to visit Tokyo next week to begin initial talks, create a plan, statements of work, you know the whole spiel. I want you there.”

The anxiety washed away for just a second, your heart pumping at yet another opportunity to get your foot in the door.

“Of course. I would be honored to be apart of this sir.”

“Yaga was especially impressed with your work ethic last month and insists on your presence.” He smiled again at you, his kindness radiating off his skin and made your shoulders relax slightly. “You’re a great person on this team and I wouldn’t have anyone else. I’ll have details to you by end of day.”

***                                              

Your happiness had slowly melted away by the time you made if back to your office and sagged into your chair.

It was a great opportunity. The assistant to the leader of a large multiple branch project? The best thing to come into your lap in a while.

You’ve worked so hard for this. Another step closer.

But the fear of your future, the anxiety of something you had no contingency plan for, the frustration and sadness of having to do this alone was just too palpable to ignore.

Meetings that you would have to reschedule because of OB appointments. Money that you would have to rearrange to plan for a life you didn’t intend to nourish this soon. Disappointment that you would have to swallow from Jin when you told him that you would have to take maternity leave and someone else would have to fill your place.

It was too much. You’re not ready. You’re not fucking ready.

The door to your office opened before you could have another thought.

“Oh my god, if he texts me again I’m going to fucking scream y/n—” Ome paused, her hand on the doorknob as she looked at you softly. “Why are you crying?”

You reached for your face quickly, fingers touching the wetness on your cheeks before you pulled them away to look at the tears on your fingertips. Ome closed the door softly and walked to you, her hand resting on the side of your neck.

“Tell me.”

You should have said something as soon as you walked in the office this morning. You could never go long without telling her your thoughts. But from the moment you hung up the phone with the gynecologist in your car until right now, you’ve been on auto pilot. So much turbulence, but on auto-pilot all the same.

Your vision blurred as you looked up at her, her face distorted through your tears.

“I’m pregnant.”

Finally saying it out loud seemed to be the final nail in the coffin as you hiccupped harshly and broke down in front of her. She knelt down immediately, pulling you into her embrace and pressing your face into her blouse as you sobbed loudly into the soft fabric.

Accidents happen and you can never truly be prepared for a pregnancy. You wouldn’t get rid of it. While you weren’t against that choice, the thought of doing so only made you feel worse. But you thought you would at least be with someone when the surprise came.

But that one drunken night five weeks ago changed everything. His glares during a night out with coworkers were dulled by the many shots of sake you took and started the course of a path you didn’t even want to imagine him being the catalyst of.

Because the first day you met him, he was quick to judge and cut you down with words that made you swear you would never foster a stupid work crush again.

Of all the men it could have been.

It had to be Nanami fucking Kento.

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Je t'aime Violet

By Sydd Satyrn Chapter 1 ⛧ Chapter 2 ⛧ Chapter 3 Masterlist

⛧Pairing: - Alastor x OC!Reader Violet

⛧Warnings: Drinking, smoking, swearing, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, eventually smut, adult themes, 18+ not for minors

⛧Words: 1.8k ⛧Fic playlist: Click here!

⛧Summary: Hello ladies, gentleman and nonbinary friends! I present to you, my series Je t'aime Violet. This story is staring my OC, Violet! She is a deer demon containing a lot of personality. With a gifted voice and a bit of jazz, she's got style and class on lock. After 7 years, Violet and Alastor's feelings towards each other never dissolved. Violet reconnects with the man who left with her heart, will she forgive him? Does Alastor have the ability to set his pride aside for love?

⛧Notes: @hellfiremunsonn is a total babe for being my beta reader.

⛧Chapter 1: Rye Whiskey The door slams shut behind you and you let out a sigh of relief, another show is finally over. After taking a seat in front of your vanity, you turn on the small television in your dressing room. You’ve been on tour for the past year and a half, playing at different venues, private events, and more. Today was the final show and you gave it all you had, the crowd seemed pleased. Even though you almost collapsed at the end of the performance, everything worked out in your favor. It's getting late so you pour yourself a glass of whiskey and take a sip. Being a Jazz singer isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sure the fame and free drinks are nice, but the men are pigs. Just because you dance around in skimpy clothes and sing love songs doesn't mean you’re going to go home with whoever flashes a stack of cash your way. Suddenly a familiar voice shakes you from your thoughts. An odd commercial plays on the TV and you almost spit out your drink. Your soft ears perk up and twitch and your tail flicks from side to side. “Do you like blood, violence, and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course, you do! That's why you’re in hell! But what would you say if I told you there was a place to stay that had none of that? Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, a misguided path to redemption! Founded five days ago by Lucifer’s delusional daughter, Charlotte Morningstar. Come place your fate in her inexperienced hands as she tries to work through her daddy issues by fixing you! Here we offer fun things such as…Somewhat functional staff and 24-hour pest control! Custom rooms and just look at this parlor! Enjoy a Riveting conversation with our singular resident! Wow! All this and more at the Hazbin Hotel! Your last desperate attempt at salvation starts here!” That voice is unmistakable, but part of you can’t believe it’s true. Has Alastor really come back? Is he staying at this strange hotel? So many unanswered questions. You had a history with the infamous Radio Demon. A past you thought would never see the light of day. It was long before you found your passion for music, in a time when you thought nothing would make you happy. 

Alastor used to be your beau once upon a time. You both used to be so undoubtedly in love with each other. He used to sweep you off your feet and make you feel like the most beautiful thing in all of Hell. But that was a long time ago, and Alastor might not be the same guy you used to know, seven years is enough time to change a person. He was the one who broke it off, stating that he had some business to deal with. He was vague and aloof, he said he couldn’t stick around and keep you, that it would be unfair of him to make you wait. You told him it didn't matter to you, that you would wait for his return. He told you that he might not return at all, kissed your hand, and left you there in the rain.

You finished off the last of your drink, there was no way you could stay in the dressing room tonight. If there was even the slightest chance that you could see Alastor again you had to go. So you changed out of your stage clothes into a black dress, one that hugs your curves rather nicely. You put on a pair of knee high boots and your black lapel. After deciding to keep the pearl necklace and earrings on, you check your makeup in the mirror and grab your duffle bag before leaving your dressing room. The streets of Pentagram City were alive with debauchery and sin. Sinners were partying, gambling, and fucking their cares away. With a lit cigarette between your lips you walk for a while, heels clacking against the sidewalk. Your eyes scan the billboards, hoping to find any sign of the hotel. A few ads pop up for a porn studio where your dear friend works. She used to sing with you until she decided to get into the adult entertainment business. You don’t mind, as long as she's happy, then so are you.

Your train of thought is derailed when the image changes on the billboard. It now shows the Hazbin Hotel with a very familiar face standing outside, holding a sign and smiling brightly. Your eyes widen and you feel a tightening sensation in your chest, that smile. You had seen it countless times in the past, that charming, dashing smile.

The billboard changes once again and a phone number flashes on the screen. You reach into your pocket and grab your cell phone. Dialing the number, you take a drag from your cigarette and hold the phone to your ear. After a few rings, a woman picks up and greets you. “Hello! Hazbin Hotel, How can I help you?” She is so cheerful it's almost disgusting. “Hi there. I was wondering if you had rooms available?” There's a short pause and some shuffling on the other line, the woman speaks again. "Oh my goodness! Yes, we have plenty of rooms available!" 

You take another drag from your cigarette and speak again, "Can I check-in tonight? I'm actually in the city and-"

"Oh my, yes of course! Let me get you the address.”

"Great, thank you." You reply. The cheerful woman gives you the address and you end the call. You take one last puff off your cigarette and stomp it out. With the location committed to memory, you make your way to the hotel. 

The hotel is quite large, standing out against the dim and drab streets. A smile spreads across your face and you walk up the steps. The moment you open the door a small woman dressed in a maids uniform greets you.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! I'm Nifty! And you must be a new guest!" She looks a bit disheveled and her eyes are wide. “Hello there Nifty,” You bend down and get on her level and smile at her. “My name is Violet. It's a pleasure to meet you, dear.” She squeals and grabs your hand, practically dragging you inside. Nifty points to the bar and introduces Husker the bartender as a “grumpy kitty”. You nod your head in agreement and follow her through the lobby. You walk up to the bar and give Husker a big smile. He grunts at you but returns your smile nonetheless. Nifty pulls out a stool and you set your bag down and take a seat.  “I’m going to go find Charlie for you, I’ll be right back!” Nifty exclaims as she runs off towards the elevator. You watch as the elevator doors close behind her. “What'll it be, Miss?” Husker asks in a gruff voice. He notices you have the same kind of features as Alastor, fluffy deer ears, a tail, and a toothy grin. “Rye whiskey, on the rocks if you have it.” You ask and Husker turns around to make it for you. Oddly enough you drink the same kind of Liquor as Alastor too. Just as Husker slides the drink over to you, the sound of heels clicking against the marble floor catches your attention. You glance up and there she is—Charlie. The woman who now owns and runs this peculiar establishment. Her smile is warm and welcoming as she approaches you, her red curls bouncing with every step. “Violet, I presume?” she says, extending a hand towards you. You take it, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. “That's me,” you reply with a soft smile. “It's quite a place you have here.” Charlie's eyes twinkle with pride as she looks around the bustling lobby. “Thank you! We do our best to make everyone feel welcome and offer a chance at redemption.” You can't help but admire her determination and genuine desire to help others. “You mentioned having a room available?” You ask and take a sip of your drink. “Oh yes! Here, take this.” She says and hands you a key. “You’re on the third floor, room 103. We can talk more tomorrow, it's getting late and I’m sure you would like to turn in for the night.” You thank Charlie, Nifty and Husk before making your way to the elevator. The ride up to the third floor is smooth, and as the doors open, you're greeted by a quiet hallway lined with ornate wallpaper and dimly lit lamps. Room 103 is at the end of the hallway, and you feel a mix of nerves and excitement as you approach the door. The key slides in easily, and with a click, the door opens to reveal a cozy room with a large bed, plush armchair, and a window overlooking the city below. Dropping your coat and duffle bag on a nearby chair, you take in the room's atmosphere before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

The events of the evening whirl through your mind - Alastor's unexpected return, the allure of the Hazbin Hotel, and now being here in this room that feels both familiar and new. But for now, all you can think about is going to bed. You put on a pair of small black shorts and a large t-shirt. After you hit the lights and crawl under the covers, it doesn't take long for you to drift off to sleep. 

While you sleep, a shadow appears in the room, a silhouette of a man with a sinister smile spreading across his face. The shadow moves closer to the bed, the figure illuminated by the dim moon light filtering in from the window. A shiver runs down your spine as you sense a presence in the room, causing you to slowly awaken from your slumber. Your eyes flutter open and the shadow flees, you only catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of your eye. You look around the room and you feel like someone is watching you, but there is no one here but you. You let out a sigh and try to go back to sleep, you must be seeing things.

As you try to shake off the eerie feeling, you hear a faint whisper in the darkness. Your heart races as you strain to make out the words being murmured. "Violet..." The voice is deep and sends a chill down your spine. You sit up in bed, your eyes wide with fear. "Who's there?" you manage to croak out, your voice barely above a whisper. There is no response, only the sound of your own ragged breathing filling the room. The voice sounded just like an old radio, you know he is calling you. But you’re not going to chase him, if he wants to talk to you, he knows exactly where to find you. So with that, you roll over and try your best to go back to sleep, despite the fact that you are being watched.

[nhoirr]

KEEP A PLACE FOR ME. | Album by gojo satoru

#.GOJO SATORU X READER

1/3 ★ : TRACK O1, = chapter one. — “SPRING CAME TO KEEP A PLACE FOR ME.”

PREFACE : A love that sprouted way back during early days, young eyes too naive to see the truth — what would unfold in later events are the weight of the lies spoken that very faithful night.

PROMP & THEMES : Childhood sweethearts, foolish teens inlove, fem-reader, some-implied-misunderstandings.

#.smitten!gojo, #.ooc?, #.fluff, #.angst, #.cliché-scenes, #.bittersweet.

❒ .BACK TO TRACKLIST / TAGS ?

#.ALBUM? — 💽 : SPRING CAME - g. satoru.

❒ .TRACK-LIST • O1. keep a place for me • O2. [no place other than home] • O3. [too soon, too late] – RECORD SLEEVE.

you first met GOJO SATORU when you were young, a formal meeting of the clans to discuss their collaboration — a momentary meeting, a fleeting bow and starlike eyes meets at a place where time seems to stop.

innocent eyes staring at the abyssal ocean depths that never seemed to have its end, threatening to swallow you whole.

never did you think such pretty eyes could be so terrifying.

".. do you want a tart?" you nervously push your plate to the glaring boy, his eyes following your fingers like guarded cat.

but infront of the sweet treat does the ocean waves calm, glancing at you once or twice before finally accepting the offer.

It was not at all a pleasing meet, but it was then did your friendship start.

from polite knitted poise of greeting, to whispers under the table with interlocked pinkies, stifled laughs during late night escapees through his bedroom windows — you were a menace, and your influence seemed to rub off on him.

the once less than a glance now turned to longing stares speaking a million words, from the many times it's happened, you could read each other's intentions through it — like a special messenger where only the two of you could read what the letters contained.

one time, across the meeting table where the two clans flock together, prideful geeks speaking like birds of a feather. always so passionate when it comes to matters about their clans, status and what not — like peacocks flexing their plumes.

with eyes glazed with tiredness and boredom, a burning gaze had you seeking where it came. your tense shoulders immediately slacken when you meet a familiar pair of eyes, glaring at you with the words you've been waiting to hear since this god forsaken meeting had started — let's run away.

and you take your chance, watching the way the younger boy disappears down beneath the tables — panic quickly quelled when you realize no one noticed, nor seemed to really care to at the moment. so you follow suit, ducking down to crawl within the small but long meeting table. almost immediately meeting eyes cheekily with the boy, but he moves a finger to his mouth, stopping you from speaking.

Just then, clan leaders immediately shout in panic — scuffling to their feet, breaking their neck by looking all around for the two heirs that have gone missing.

you nod along, trying to bite down the laugh bubbling up inside of you, while your eyes following keenly when he points at the door. the exit.

he glances at you — extending a hand for you to take as he counts to three with his fingers.

and once he counts to three, you both ran like there was no tomorrow.

little you held his hand and hid behind bushes, leaves dusting both your forms and you've never seen such a lively expression on the boy's face, laughing for once like a child of your age.

"its clear, I think." he murmurs beneath what was left of his breath, heaving a sigh of relief with his hand to his beating chest, heart still drumming in his ears with adrenaline from the run.

you give a stuttered laugh, chasing your breath to say, "that was so awesome."

there was a moment where you both meet eyes, cheeky expression and a victorious grin — one stifles a laugh, causing the other to laugh in sync. melodic fits of giggles you both sounded in harmony underneath the starry night.

"you almost got us caught," he reminds you without any bite, almost teasing if you really read between the tones. "and we didnt," you bark back smugly puffing out your chest, which he laughs to.

time seems to subside and laughs begin to fade into the night, you find yourself watching the stars. even when you've finally caught your breath, your heart still thumps with adrenaline at the sight.

"hey," he starts, breaking the silence yet peace still seems to fall. "can you still run?" you perk up at his request, seeing there was no jest, you smile as an answer.

standing up first, you repeat your answer; vocally, "you think?"

and.. never in your life did you think you could run. you knew you ran fast, but for that long?

you were starting to regret your past words of confidence, internally screaming at your past self for your own foolishness.

should you even mention the boy who was the same age as you, having the stamina of a lion?

"w-wait!" you shout, feeling your knees buckle and your hands fly to your knees - catching your breath. "where.." you breathe, "where are we going anyways?"

you could faintly hear the sounds of the grass moving halt.

"somewhere," you feel a vein pop - immediately taking back the words of thanks you were going to say for waiting. "cant we rest?" you reason, raising your head to see he was looking else where. as if pondering your words.

there was a secondary pause, hesitating before he tilts his head to the said to say, ".. come with me."

you feel the energy lost come back at his words, enough to ignore the aching of your legs as you follow him with a skip to your steps.

.. whatever hope you had disperses in matters of minutes when your form slouches from tiredness, and now returned to a groaning, noisy complaining fit.

"you said we'll rest!" you complain.

he shrugs his shoulders, not batting an eye when you seem to fall behind, "I never said that," he answers - annoyance building up inside of you so much that you remember this was how much you hated him before, as much as you feared him atleast.

merely you let out a bummed sigh, and you wonder if you would ever get the time to rest your poor tired feet. "were almost there," he answers your thoughts and you raise your head to speak with a scoff, "really? where-"

the words on your tongue seems to drift to be forgotten with your latter annoyance, your eyes now enchanted by the view of the falling stars and lush garden.

there was such a place? you dont think you would ever find out if it weren't for him, you give him credit for that.

too dazzled by the sight, you don't notice the way he looks your way. "its beautiful," feeling his gaze, you look his way with a smile, catching the way he tenses like deers in the headlights - swiftly turning his head to look at the night sky, "yeah," he coughs out, but you catch the pink tint coloring his ears, uncovered by his white locks.

"it is."

"were you looking at me?" you call him out and he almost jumps, looking at you with annoyance that has you fulfilled - a bit petty of you, but you wanted revenge for his annoying behavior earlier. "you could've sai-"

"I wasn't!" he shouts causing you to blink, mesmerized he was showing more emotion to this than any of your findings - apart from sweet treats. "so defensive," you puff out a breath, thinking if you should rile him up more.

.. ofcourse, would that even be a question? "then why are you red?" — you'd take all the reactions you can with this rare opportunity.

he 'calmly' sighs, "its simply.. hot today."

almost perfectly on cue, the wind blows with the coldness of the night, as if to betray him for his lies.

"right.." you don't press on further, saving him the embarrassment.. not like he'd ever live this down.

he opens his mouth to save whatever was left of his dignity, but you beat him to it. "do you think this will happen again?" you slowly walk your way over to the fountain laying at the center of the garden, sitting by the stones beside it - careful not to fall.

curiously, he follows you with cat-like eyes, "what will?"

you pat the space beside you, beckoning him to sit with you, "come look at the view."

carefully he sits, keeping a distance away but not enough where your hand seem to hover on his own for a fleeting moment.

from embarrassment or disgust, you both recoil away as if the touch burnt you.

realization dawning with a synchronized 'oh' - your eyes meet once again, a pause for a moment or two before you both laugh at each other.

"this is what I mean," you suddenly say, and he stops. "this?" - he repeats your words as if to test if the meaning would change if he says it, but it seems to inquire more of an answer.

an answer you couldn't give, not into words atleast.

you could describe it as a feeling.

"this moment," the answer flies over his head when he stares blankly, but doesn't push forward. if he did, perhaps you could've explained that day what you meant.

"i.. also get lost in the moment here, whenever I look at the skies." he seems to create a meaning of his own to your words, and you don't correct him either, "you come here often?" he pauses, looking down to the flowers blooming at his feet, "when I want to escape.. from everything."

there seemed to be more weight to his words, was it a sensitive topic?

"no one knows about this," you freeze at his words, giving a lopsided smile when he turns his head to look at you, halting again to return your smile - awfully menacing considering you felt guilty and threatened, if this was his secret hide-out, why did he tell you?

as if to answer the thought - "thats why I showed you," you don't know if this was a threat or a comfort..

"am I your accomplice now?"

he gives you a smile that makes you shiver for the first time this cold night.

he presses a finger to his lips, whispering not any louder than a voice pretending someone could hear, "keep it a secret between us."

that night he whispers a secret, and the stars became the witness to the birth of a newfound secret sealed by a promise.

you faux to think it over, entertaining his shenanigans when you too, whisper back, "okay, its a secret."

his eyes sparkle with your answer, for once, the ocean waves were calm. you've seen it before, but never at you - so gently smiling with warm that made you feel giddy.

you've exchanged so many laughs with one another, you could almost think you were friends..

but alas, for children your age, naivety was futile to the innocent eyes beheld the world. not enough to be understood, not enough to understand. maybe and perhaps, may the regrets lie in the future, you knew you would always turn back time to relive this moment where you both felt more alive than alive.

only if..

thump..

the tranquility of the moment was broken by the sound of shouts, hurried footsteps and faintly, you could hear the call of your name.

you stand before you realize, already starting to walk away if not for the hand grasping at your wrist - telling you not to go.

"wait," he spoke but you knew a second was a luxury, a minute longer would be when you get caught.

thump...

he feels the panic flicker through your features, making him spit out the words before his brain could comprehend, "will I see you again?" desperation clings to his tone, as if there was something more he wanted to say.

you pause to think but knew you had no such time, glancing at the light of torch fire growing closer - so were the sounds of rustling leaves and hurried footsteps.

thump...

so you gave him a promise you never knew if you could live through, "next spring," you spoke without thinking, heart beating out of your ribcage to the point that it was all you could hear through your panic state of mind.

"when?" he tightens his grip on your wrist as if afraid to let go, more than getting caught.

you glance back at the light somehow disappeared in the night, darkness once again envelopes your form where only the moonlight helped you to see; although not enough to read his expression, once again staring at nothing but those glowing blue eyes - you swear you'll dream about it.

"next month? after this winter, or next year?" this time, he was the one panicking, not noticing the way he was continuously tugging for your hand.

so you give him the bitter truth, coating with the sweetness of lies to give flavor to the indigestible truth.

"I don't know," a lie but not - you really didn't know, but you were sure your father would never let you leave again once he hears about the elder's mishaps of keeping an eye on you.

you bit the insides of your cheek, staring endlessly at his eyes to the point that you're drowning before you know it - drowning at the raging waves flickering with unbridled emotions threatening to consume.

within the depths of the sea, you are pulled out of the abyss by your reflection in his eyes - pleading.

"Keep a place for me here," you turn to look at him softly, almost enough to comfort him - but he remains stubborn, motioning to stand up but you sit him down with both hands to his shoulders.

'here' - he doesn't know if you meant a place by the way you were looking, enough to say you were looking through his soul, like you knew who he was when he never found it himself.

silently he stares back at you, knowing he never found the answer to your words either.

"when we meet again.. promise me-" he answers before you finish, "I promise," his hand finds its way back to your wrist, and when you don't recoil away, he moves to stand.

with the unsaid words remaining forever unsaid, he swears an oath - kissing the back of your hand, lashes fluttering gently with the caress of the wind - for the first time, he used proper etiquette with you.

when you try to speak again, he steals the words you wished to say and somehow — a part of you was also whisked away, and you wouldn't know what for a long time.

"ill keep a place for you when spring comes."

.. two people, two hearts and promises for the future - where only the stars would bear witness the past to be remembered.

in spite of all that, fate will always be relentless to those who never knew the unknown — where the doe-like eyes would one day remember, how cruel the world could be.

that night, you were yanked away from his hold.

watching the way you way forcefully taken from him - ripped away from his hold where he watches you smiling at him despite getting dragged away.

you were so unbearably cruel, telling him to stay. to not fight back when that was all he wanted to do at that moment; because he feels like he'll regret if he doesn't, that this will be the last he'll see of you if he doesnt.

but dear, oh dear..

your words always go before his, and he doesn't recall to when he developed such a mindset.

so he stays - still, so eerily still until his figure fades in the night, covered by the bushes and leaves as you get dragged further and further away.

the image still remains - where he was standing there ever since that day, at that garden during the same eternal night, he'll stay still - and ever waiting for the promise of the past, acting as his chain.

maybe the momentary emptiness that follows the bittersweet farewell he has to swallow will one day catch up to him in the future, forever haunting him. like the abyss reaching the depths of his soul, to one day tug him down when the burden weighs heavy on his tainted heart; now had its first scar.

gojo satoru will now carry the same weight as your promise - he, the guilt if he ever tried harder; while you, the burden of a promise you cannot keep.

that night, two hearts met, and only one left with a heavy heart carrying the weight of a future filled with endless rue.

may the world take pity.

somewhere, you could hear the first chirps of spring birds awoken from hibernation, singing for the day of a new beginning - the month of spring came. marking the start after the end, the aftermath of that night. a start of a path beckoning you to stray from the path, to the path of lies and regret — first spring after winter, a spring without the other.

.. thud.

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Awakened: Part One (Getting Started)

Santiago Garcia X reader X Benny Miller X Frankie Morales X Benny Miller

Takes place after Prelude: This better not awaken anything in me

Part 2 here

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Summary: Santi discusses things with the guys, everyone is in. Group sex insues

WARNINGS: Okay. group sexual activity. IDK how to tag this but Ben and Will are brothers and they are gonna be naked fucking the same girl, but explicitly doing things to keep separate. Fingerings, handjobs, uuuuhhhh gay shit, bisexual Benny Miller, Bisexual Frankie Morales, Santi tbd we'll have to see next chapter

A/N: gonna have to be part three bc this went on forever lol

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Ah, the duality of man. A few nights ago, Santiago Garcia had you face down, ass up, being shoved into the matress as he fucked you so hard you were sure you’re guts were being rearranged. Last night he edged you for nearly an hour when he roughly ate you, not allowing you to come until you said you wanted to be fucked in every hole by his 3 best friends. Tonight? Tonight he had carried you from you were falling asleep watching Pride and Prejudice (again), laid you down on his soft bed, coaxed 2 orgasms out of you with his mouth on your clit and a fingers in your ass and cunt. He was taking his time now, body encasing yours as you writhed beneath him, the slow drag of his cock through your channel as he explored your mouth and neck having you close to coming a third time.

Santi always tried to make sure to do this, to balance out the rough sex with the soft, passionate; he knew he could easily get you off either way. Santi watched your body reacting beneath him, pulling away only long enough to smile at your pretty face, then going back to sucking hickies into your skin. He always took care of you, he was the king of after care. As Santi felt your soft skin, sliding a hand under your ass, caressing it instead of hitting it. He wanted to give you a little rest, as much as you said you could take it. He knew you could, he knew you’d do anything to please him, but that’s why his job was to watch out for you. It was his job to make sure you are comfortable and feel safe, it’s his job to allow you to be able to communicate your needs, and it’s his job to stop if he feels you’re too far into subspace to make proper choices for yourself. 

Santiago just wanted to take care of you. So he always made sure to take his time for nights like this, nights where he just appreciated you and your body, nights where he just wanted to thank you for being you. Of course, then there was the fact you were going to get fucked senseless by the men he considered brothers while he watched. Pope thought you needed a break before that.

Will choked on his beer.

Frankie’s eyes bugged out.

Benny was grinning.

Theres no easy way to ask your friends if they want to have group sex with your wife. Santi had just gone for it. 

“Like… all of us?” Fish asked. “Have you guys even had a threesome before?”

Benny chimed in. “If you guys are looking to start there, I volunteer”

Will rolled his eyes.

Santi ignored that, answering Frankie. “I mean yeah, she has three holes, doesn’t she?”

“Jesus Christ…” Will muttered, never a fan of being crass and chugging his beer until it completely disappeared. “Where does that leave you then Pope?”

“Watching.” He smiled. “Making sure she’s okay and everyone is good.”

“Awwwww” Benny teased, poking Santi’s cheek. “You gonna be my soft daddy dom?”

Santi smacked his hand away. “I’m not gonna be shit if you keep acting like that, pendejo”

“Oooohhh, getting started already” Benny laughed, before smacking his hands together, a wide smile on his face. “Well, I’m in”

Santi smiled. He knew Benny would be raring to go. Fish would act apprehensive, but he’d seen the way he looked at you in that sundress last week. Will would be apprehensive. He hadn’t done anything like this as far as Santi knew, but he had tried and failed to hide his erection at the beach trip, and the two of you had grown rather attached. Santi had, in fact, heard you moan Will name in your sleep last month, and rather than feeling jealous, made Santi rock fucking hard, waking you up to fuck you to the thought of Will inside you.

“Frankie?” Santi asked, looking over his glass.

Frankie considered for a moment, glancing at Ben who was nodding, hoping his threesome counterpart would say yes. “Yeah, I’m in ”

Everyone turned to Will, who looked back and forth between the three of them. “You know Pope, the last time you gathered all of us for a mission we agreed to, one of us ended up dead” He said straight faced.

Benny snorted out a laugh he tried to stifle, Frankie covered his smile with a hand, and Santi made the peak ‘white people face’ at Will’s dark joke.

“Fuck it, if I’m going to die, it might as well be between her legs, I’m in.” Will replied with a smile”

“FUCK YEAH!” Ben cheered, ordering a round of shots.

“No pussy/ass action with Ben and I” He asserted over the guys whoops. ‘I’m not touching his dick“

The guys discussed the, admittedly, very limited rules in addition to Will and Benny’s. Santi relayed the rule he had discussed with you. Spanking, hitting, slapping was all more than okay. You requested no one but Santi to choke you. Spitting was okay but not in the mouth. Frankie wouldn’t do any hitting, and Santi requested nothing that left a mark (hard slapping, hickies, bites, etc. Only he got to mark you.) They all had even gone over the very unsexy stuff, like agreeing to STD and covid tests beforehand, Santi would have plenty of lube, and although condoms weren’t required by you or Santi, they would be on hand for anyone's comfort levels.

“Everyone said yes,” Santi whispered in your ear, feeling you clench around him at the mere thought.

“Even Will?” you pant out, even though Santi is taking it easy on you today, his throbbing member continues to fuck you breathless.

“Mhm” Santi continues kissing you. “I know he’s your favorite”

“They’re all my favorite”

 He hitched a leg around his waist, hitting deeper as he picked up pace. “I thought I was your favorite, Carino”

“Mmmm AHH, fuck, shit Santi” You cry out before regraining your composure. “You’re in the top”

That makes Santi giggle, grinning at you as if he wasn’t balls deep inside. “Do I at least outrank Tom?”

“Your dead friend I never met?” You pretend to consider for a moment. “Yes, but you’re on thin ice”

“Good” Santi sucks hard on your neck, marking you as his. “Wouldn’t have let him touch you anyway. Now, I want you to come for me baby, can you do that?”

“Yes, daddy” You wrap your legs around him, ankles digging into his lower back as you feel his balls smack against your ass. His hand massages your breast, causing you to spill over, cunt tightening to draw out his own orgasm.

“Fuck baby” He breaths out, collapsing on top of you. He moves to roll off, but you hold onto him, loving the feeling of his full weight on you and his cock buried inside your warmths.

“Can we stay like this for a bit?” You ask, rubbing his neck and shoulders. 

“Of course, how could I ever say no to staying this close?” The two of you continued to kiss languidly, enjoying the lazy evening together, just kissing, touching, feelings, existing in each others presence. After a while, however, Santi kissed your forehead, sliding out of you and you felt his cum begin to leak out. “As much as I love this, you should probably use the bathroom before we fall asleep, don’t want you getting a UTI”

You groan like a disgruntled teenager, but roll off the bed and hobble to the connected bathroom, cleaning yourself off and brushing your teeth before coming back to bed, finding Santi walking back in with a cup of camomile tea. He let you get settled in bed with one of his shirts and a pair of Jurassic Park boxers you stole from him months ago after gently teasing him, then handed the warm mug to you before climbing into bed with you. “The guys are coming over for the game tomorrow” he said. “I don’t know how someone exactly starts a gang bang-”

“Ew!” You smack his arm with no real malice. “Don’t call it that!” You chuckle out with a cringe.

Santi laughed, a little snort as he crinkled up his face. “Why not? It’s what it is”

“Can’t we just call it an orgy?” 

“I mean, we could, but I think orgies are more of multiple sexual acts at once. Benny’s not sticking his dick in my ass, as much as he might want too.”

You laugh at that, but continue, shaking your head. “Don’t like it. Makes me feel like I’m just being used. That’s not what I want.”

Santi kissed the side of your head. “No, no that’s not what we want either, sweetheart. We want to take care of you.”

There’s no way to initiate group without a bit of awkwardness. The game had ended, and everyone had hung around afterwards, thank god. Santi knew better than to try to interrupt a game. Benny would be gung-ho, but Will could be right next to him and you fucking on the couch, and yell at you two to keep it down so he could hear the commentary. Only thing to do was just start. You were sitting on his lap at the end of the couch, Benny in the middle and Frankie on the end, Will on the recliner. Santi let his hand wander; over your stomach, your side, and slipped up to grope your breasts, making you grasp and initially look at Santi with shock, before you remembered oh yeah, that. 

“Oh fuck…” Benny muttered as he took notice of Santi putting his hands down your shorts as he kissed you. You focused on Santi, closing your eyes and tasting his lips. You still wanted this, you were just nervous for his friends to see you like this, and you knew Santi would ease you into it. For right now, you kissed Santi like you normally would, aware of the eyes on you. Santiago began slowly fingering you.

“Benny, you wanna take her shorts off?” Santi offered.

Frankie got up to stand on the other side of the couch, playing with your hair and stroking your face as Benny’s fingers trailed around your waistband, warm fingers skimming your skin as he asked for permission. You break away from Santi’s lips to smile at him and nod. Benny grins back, slipped down your shorts and muttering curses as he spread your legs open, dripping wet. “Fuck, sweetie” Benny glanced over at a nervous Will on the chair “You see that? She’s fucking soaked already”

Your eyes connected with Will’s piercing blues, the desire in him evident, but unsure how to proceed. You briefly think you should’ve started with just Will, since Benny and Frankie had experience with this already, but you had wanted them all so badly… Your breath hitched as you feel Benny’s fingers at your entrance. “May I?” he asks for your consent. This is the first person who will have been inside you other than your fingers and Santi in years, so you check with your husband once more time and you’re laying in his arms. Receiving a smile, you turn to Ben and give him a breathy “yeah”

Benny groans as he slides into you, the velvet of you welcoming him. “God baby…, shit” His fingers are longer than Santi’s, reaching further but curling in when he finds that spot that makes you jolt. Frankie turns you to him, Sant’s hand supporting your neck as you writhe in his lap, and you open your mouth to kiss your husband's best friend.

Frankie kisses slow, his mouth opening wide and wet to eat you alive, a soul consuming kiss before he pulls away to watch Santi’s hand on your breasts and Benny’s fingers inside you. “Doing so good, muñeca” Frankie praises. “Can’t wait to see how good you take my cock, pretty girl”

You preen for him, chasing his mouth for more kisses as Benny and Santi’s hands build you up. You lock eyes with Will again, right as the coil in your stomach is tightening, and you know what you want. You’re nervous, you don’t want to reject the others, you aren’t rejecting them. You want them too, but first, you need Will to join. You know Benny cares more about your needs and comfort than his own wants, so you gently push his hand out of you and he pulls back. “Will?” You say, his eyes widening and lips parting. “Wanna taste me?”

For a moment, he was too stunned to speak. He had hardly been able to believe this was happening; the amount of times he had jerked himself off to the thought of you, only to find himself ridden with shame… You were unavailable, surely, he thought you’d be disgusted at being sexualized by him, your husband's friend, no less. And yet, here you were, all laid out in front of him, in the arms of Frankie and his brother, and he couldn’t make himself move. Until, that is, you beckoned him. After a brief pause, he practically scrambles off the chair, as Santi lifts you up and into Benny’s arms. Benny places you between his legs, stripping off your shirt and his, leaving you completely bare. You barely registered Santi and Fish switching, Santi moving behind you on the couch, keeping a watchful eye on everyone particularly you. Frankie stripped off his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, his erection painfully hard, but free from the tight constraint of jeans.

Will knelt before you, gazing up at you like you were a goddess, begging for your blessing. You carded your fingers through his hair, then pulled him close, encouraging him that yes, it’s okay, touch me, taste me, feel me. And god, did he. Like a man starved, Will Miller devoured the meal in front of him, putting two fingers inside you as he licked and sucked, his lips practically inhaling you. This is why they call it eating pussy. You whine for him, Benny’s hands were all over you, massaging and groping and just basking in you, lips pressing kissing into your neck and hair as you sat between his long legs, still covered in jeans, remembering Santi’s no marking rule. You feel him lick a long strip over the line of hickies Santi left on you earlier, a primal claim to his territory for the night, with out encroaching on Santi’s lasting hold. 

“So responsive, making those pretty little sounds“ Benny purrs in your ears, his breath hot on your neck.

When Frankie leaned over to suck on your breasts, you could feel his length pressed against your thigh and decide to give him some relief as fresh gush of wetness flowed to Will’s face, making you pant as he continued tongue fucking you like it was his fucking job. You pull Frankies length out of his boxers and- jesus fucking christ he was big, how is that suppossed to fit? Undeterred, you spit into your hand and begin jerking him and you near your climax again, gentle moans escaping your mouth as your body chased their touches.

“Mierda, Pope, you’ve been holding out on us” Frankie gasped, doing his best to keep working you as you ran your hand along him. 

Santi crossed the couch, eyeing you with a smile. He’d get himself off, jerk off near the end after edging himself the whole time, but for now he was watching, keeping careful track of your body language, and glancing at his friends, making sure everything is going as planned.

“How you feeling baby?” He asks, watching Benny and Frankies arms ravishing you as you spread yourself for Will. God, you were a sight.

“Great, c’mere?” You beckon him to the couch, and he obliges, gently caressing your face as he kisses you, then turns to watch Will continue to lick into your folds, face growing wetter by the second as you neared your edge. 

Santi trailed his fingertips down your bare front, making you shiver before he startled circling your clit while Will nips and sucked and shoved his tongue and fingers impossibly deep inside you, strong arms lifting your ass, tilting you to him so he can drink you up. You can feel Benny’s erection proding against your lower back and ass, he practically whimpers as your body wriggles in his arms at a particular combination of Will’s fingers and tongue. Santi’s fingers explored your center, allowing Will access wherever he needed to work his magic. Word on the street was that William John Miller is a pussy eating champ. He tried to work his way around you without getting in Will’s way, but Will just went for it, whether or not his fingers were in the way, and Santi could only admit to himself he liked the way it felt. 

Benny’s fingers, however, had found your mouth, starting with two, allowing your tongue to swirl around, giving a taste of what it can do before putting all four in. Your mouth spread to take him all, and he pumped in and out sloppily, Benny groaning at the feeling. “Can’t wait to see what that pretty little mouth feels like around my cock baby” He adds his thumb, and you aren’t sure how long you and take it

Frankie chimes in “You gonna take him in your mouth baby? Let him fuck your throat while your husband watches, muñeca?”

You hear Santi and press harder onto your clit.

All you can manage is a muffled. ‘Mhm’ with Benny’s hand causing you to drool down your chin.

“Gonna let us fill you up, pretty girl? Stuff you ful of our cocks, while Pope fists himself, wishing it were him inside you?” He kissed your spit covered neck. “Gonna treat you so good, pretty little thing, gonna stretch you out so good you’ll always need two dicks inside you just to feel full enough again.” Frankie kissed the corner of your stretched open mouth, licking Benny’s finger pumping in and out of you.

You were almost there. So fucking close, but between the tightening feeling in your lower stomach and Benny fisting your mouth, breathing is becoming difficult. Santi must have noticed you attempted to get air and the tears starting to water..

“Ben…” he warns, and Benny’s hands are removed from your mouth. Santi takes out the chapstick he always keeps in his pocket, applying it to your stretched out lips and giving you a kiss as you gasped for breath. “Good job baby, you’re doing so good.”

Benny took his wet hand, joining it with yours and wrapping it around Frankies cock, pumping it with you. “You ready, baby?”

“Uh-uh” You whimper out, barely able to hold it back.

“Come for us, baby, wanna feel your body when you come on Will’s face.”

Will’s eyes flick up at that, glancing to Ben but landing on you. That was all you needed. With the hands and lips of the four men you love, albeit in different ways, your body wracked with an orgasm as the coil finally snapped.

“Will!” You cry out before all thoughts become incoherent, your mouth a mess of babbling and moans.

 You can register Benny’s arms wrapped around you, keeping you from falling off the couch, Frankie kissing your neck and breasts, Santi holding your head to keep it from hitting Ben’s while you tossed, whispering praises as drinks every last drop, prolonging your orgasm with every flick of his tongue.

When you come down, Frankies come is on yours and Benny’s hands, unable to hold back his own release as he watched you thrash in one Miller’s arms, coming on the other Miller's face.

Happy with his work, Will sat back, a satisfied grin on his cum soaked face, making him look significantly younger. “Fucking amazing.”

Benny hums in affirmation as he kisses into your hair. “You sound so pretty when you come, honey” He brings brings his hand to his mouth, licking it clean, muttering to Frankie about how good he tastes, and Will climbs his way up to you, “I could say the same thing about you, sweetness. See for yourself.” you tasted yourself on his god, he was right. He sunk back down on his knees before you, hands rubbing up and down your legs, feeling your soft skin as he gazed at your in adoration.

Still panting, you feel Santi’s hand on yours, drawing it to his mouth, large brown eyes on you as his skillful tongue licks it clean of Frankies spend. Well that was an interesting turn. When he was done, Santiago kissed hickey into your neck as a show of dominance, marking his property, making sure they all knew no matter what happened next, you were his.

“You did great sweetheart, I’m so proud of you” he planted soft kisses all around your face, so fluttering that you giggled as Benny rubbed your arms, confirming the compliments Santi powered upon the skin he kissed. “Always so good to me, such a good, girl, so fucking beautiful. Pretty baby takes care of me, takes care of my friends.” A kiss on the cheek. “Do you want to keep going, baby? Or was that enough?” Santi checked in before continuing anything else. Brain still whirling, you were trying to make the ‘yes’ come from your brain to your mouth.

You felt Benny’s lips brush against your neck. “We can stop, we don’t have to keep going if you’re having second thoughts”

Will squeezed at your ankles. “That was everything I dreamed of, Sweetness, it’s okay if you want to back out.”

Frankie grabbed a throw blanket that was draped over the couch, covering your front. “Well, I got off, so I’m good” He joked, chuckling a bit before planting a kiss on cheek. “But seriously, Muñeca, you-”

“Guys” you cut him off with a laugh, looking around at Santi, Will and Frankie, and reaching back to caress Benny’s softly stubbled face. ”I appreciate you all reassuring me, but after an orgasm like that, I’m going to need to catch my breath” You turn to Santi’s kind, smiling face. “I want to keep going”

Santiago Garcia grinned ear to ear. He turn to Frankie “Fish?”

“Give me a few minuets and I’ll be ready for round two” he half bragged

“Ben?”

Benny brushed your hair to one side, smelling your shampoo “How could I ever say no to the chance to touch her?”

“Ironhead?”

Will looked up at Santi with a cheeky grin “Well someones gotta get on their knees for her, your busted ass knees wouldn’t be able to get back up.” Will crawled his way but up to you, kissing your pretty lips as he pulled you to stand up with him, Benny, Frankie and Pope taking the chance to look at your ass.

“FUCK YYEEAHH!!” Benny stood up, scrambling off to where he knew Santi’s room was, nearly tripping as he tried to kick off his pants

Frankie quickly followed with a trail of “WOOP!”’s, yelping as he hit his hip on the counter when he tried to strip off his shirt, the clothe briefly blinding him.

Santi stood up, smacking your bare as as you stood in Will’s arms “I’ll give you two lovebirds a minuet“ he winked, knowing damn well he was the only one you loved.

You look up to Will, taking a moment to kiss him deeply. “Shall we?”

“We shall” With that, William Miller scooped your naked body up in his arms as your wrapped your legs and arms around him, and he carried to into the bedroom to start get fucked into the mattress by three men while your husband watched.

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PLEASE REBLOG!!!!!!!!! Ima need this one to get 100 notes if you want full sex bc this sht IS HARD TO WRITE

While I'm here ima self promo, if you love moon knight come read Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: 31 out of 33 chapters are out, almost to the end! Angst, hurt, comfort, smut, fluff! If you're looking for something focused around depression, trauma and healing, this is it. v bingable from what I hear.

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[untoldsoup]

Just wanted to make a quick update!

I know some people have expressed concern over my mental health because of the speed I get updates out so I figured I would make a post to clear the air.

Yes, I draw 3-4 or more hours a day. And I know it sounds alarming but I'm an introvert. I spend most of my time between work and home. Before starting this comic I would either play video games all day or scroll the Internet. If you look at my blog history, you will see I've actually had this blog since 2020. However before this comic I posted barely anything. Maybe one to two arts a year.

I had a long span of depression and life and health issues that really affected my passion for art (a year of spine problems that also prevented me from drawing until I had emergency surgery). Getting into the mario fandom really reignited my drive to draw again. When I find something I like I hyper fixate on it A LOT. I did the same with starwars for 4 years with a previous blog.

Also, this is my first time actually committing to a comic and I'm having a ton of fun with it, learning new things and fully enjoying the experience.

I do take breaks for other things (over the summer I worked less on the comic and more on other sidlink projects ect) to prevent burnout.

But drawing really is relaxing when I get home from work. I put on youtube or music and work on a page, then do some chores and a few other things before bed.

Not to mention I got a system down now and its easier to start and finish pages than it was at the beginning.

I'm working on the last update now and whats really motivating me is proving to myself I can finish such a large project. Ive never worked on something this big before and there is a sense of pride in completing it. I also plan on working on a ten page epilogue that wont be post on tumblr due to the nsfw rules, but will probably have on bluesky or discord or something.

I think after that I will however take a small break before working on the sequel (I do have the first 12 pages of the sequel ready to go, but it wont be posted till chapters one and two are both finished) just so I dont stress about it.

I'm a very anxious, isolated person and having projects to work on has helped a lot. I also started some depression meds this year that have been a boon to getting stuff done and not being sad all the time lol.

So all is well rn!! I'm on page 57 right now for the comic, and have a long xmas break coming up so I might meet my deadline who knows XD

[bastetwastaken]

Hi friends ^.^

I've been absent for a while, and there are multiple reasons for that, but long story short- I lost all my writing motivation and any joy I ever had for creating. I worried that it would never come back. I still worry that it won't ever return to the way it used to be but I can happily say that it's not quite as bad now.

Unexpectedly the passion for writing came back yesterday, out of nowhere, just bam, you can write again! So I've been slowly working on the next chapter of Area of Effect and just wanted to share a little piece of it with you. <3 <3

Thank you to those of you who have been supporting me through what has been an honestly awful time, and thank you for your patience.

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“What are we playing for?” He asked.

Atem laughed as he handed him a can, sitting down on the floor opposite him. 

“Do you only play when stakes are involved?” Atem asked him. 

“I do when someone questions my abilities.” He huffed. 

“Oh yeah?” Atem smirked, leaning back on his hands as he looked back at him. “Well then, perhaps we should make things more interesting, hm?” 

“I’m keen to hear what you’re thinking.” He said with a smile, taking a sip of the drink he’d been given. 

Atem hummed, looking around the room then back at the board between them. 

“Hang on.” Atem said, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, crawling a few paces to the shelves against the wall where he began to rummage for something. Yami decided to sip his drink again and try to keep his eyes off Atems ass. He failed. “Ah. Here.” 

Atem returned to his spot opposite him and placed a box of playing cards between them. He looked up at Atem and raised an eyebrow.

“Can you play poker?” Atem asked him. 

“Yeah.” He laughed. “Although it might not be the best choice, I’d hate to take all of your money.” 

Atems lips pulled up into a confident smirk, his eyes held the promise of a challenge and Yami felt his stomach turn in excitement. 

“Oh I wasn’t thinking we’d play for money.” Atem told him. “I was thinking about something else we could both lose…” 

He tilted his head to the side, placing his drink down on the floor next to him. He couldn’t think of anything else they could bet, maybe it was just a matter of pride? Maybe that's all Atem meant. 

“Like what?” He asked. 

“Ever played strip poker?” Atem asked.

Yami almost choked on his own breath, that was something he hadn’t expected to hear at all…but maybe it would be a good idea… he would like to see Atem wearing significantly less than he was right now after all. 

“You’re sure about that?” He said. 

“I am.” Atem smiled at him. “But are you? I’ve been told I’m quite good at this game.” 

“I guess we’ll see about that.” He said with a laugh. “I’m in.” 

“Wonderful.” Atem grinned at him then pushed the board and game pieces to the side that they’d been using previously. He watched as Atem opened the box of cards, tipped them out and shuffled them deftly. 

Atem had clearly done this many times before, and perhaps Yami would have been impressed by the way he moved the cards effortlessly between his hands, how he fanned them out and slid them back together, but no…his mind was firmly in the gutter as he wondered just how those hands would feel on him. 

He cleared his throat awkwardly and took another sip of his drink, although they both knew they were very clearly interested in each other, they hadn’t quite managed to talk about what they wanted from this yet. 

But here they were, about to play strip poker and he was going to lose his mind he was sure. 

Their cards were dealt and the game began. Unexpectedly, he lost the first round. With a sigh, he reached up to his hair, pulling out his hair tie and dropping it to the floor between them. 

He picked up his can and took another sip before he caught the way Atem was looking at him. “What?” He asked as he lowered the can. 

“You do know the rules of this game, right?” Atem asked, eyebrows raised. 

“Of course I do.” He scoffed. “Do you?” 

The noise Atem made was a mix of shock and irritation. “So tell me how a hair tie counts as clothing.” 

He smirked, placing his can on the ground and leaning back on his hands, looking back at Atem, allowing himself just a moment more to enjoy the look on his face. 

“Well clothing is something you wear, right?” He paused, Atem nodded. “And what do you do with a hair tie? You wear it. So I’d say that meets the definition of clothing.” 

There was a moment where Atem said nothing, he just stared at him, then a smile tugged at his lips and he laughed. 

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.” Atem said, shaking his head and chuckling as he shuffled the cards again. “Oh, this is going to be fun.” 

He grinned as Atem dealt the next hand.

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Want to read the fic so far? You can on Ao3 ^.^

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Tess' Sharpuary - 28. Smirk (*)

Aesop finds his sweetheart made a little list about himm. About the various way he smirks at her, that is.

a/n: I *may* have cheated slightly with this one, as the list has existed for a few months at this point, but it is what it is 😅Also, the dressing table is my little nod towads the ruling queen of drawing backgrounds and victorian furniture in general, Cress ❤

chapter specific tags: 15+!, established relationship, sexual themes

relationships: aesop sharp x reader

28. Smirk (0.9k)

tw: sexual themes (mentioned heavily), age difference (reader is an adult)

In Aesop’s defence, the first thing on his mind as he approached his sweetheart’s open diary was to close it and put it back into one of the drawers of her dressing table where she usually kept it. It was not like the two of them kept any secrets from each other (apart from little romantic surprises and presents, of course), but reading a partner’s personal diary without their explicit consent was still a massive breach of privacy in Aesop’s opinion.

And yet, when he finally reached the open journal, he paused. He didn’t mean to peek, but found himself rather unable not to read on when he caught a glimpse of the title of her apparently most recent entry.

‘List of Aesop Sharp’s Smirks’

Under the title was indeed a list of ten points. The potions master’s hand twitched, but wouldn’t move to close the diary. His eyes read the first few points:

We're going to have ourselves a good night.

Come have some fun into my chambers.

He couldn’t stop his lips from forming into a small grin. He couldn’t deny it - he was growing very interested in the rest of the list. Maybe he could chance reading it quickly. It was innocent enough, a little list his sweetheart made for fun. He could beg for forgiveness later.

3. How would you feel about some less-than-innocent activity

4. I'm going to make your toes curl tonight.

Oh, alright! Now we’re getting to the more fun ones. He wondered whether he truly had ten ways of smirking at her when it came to the promise of a passion filled night (or day), and if so, how was she able to determine the meaning? He could admit that there was a way he smirked at her when he was in the mood for a more carnal kind of fun, but he had no idea his smirks had a scale!

5. You're going to moan my name like a prayer.

6. My back will bear the perfect imprints of your nails.

He bit his lower lip. He wouldn’t mind feeling the sting of her fingernails on his back again soon. Feeling them there, under his shirt, following his movements as he went about his day served as a sweet reminder, one that made a feeling of thrill course through his veins, even as he did completely mundane things, like hand out pop-quizzes. His back already bore small scars shaped like small crescent moons, and they were his pride and joy. Maybe he could try to replicate smirk number 6, soon...

7. You'll later be embarrassed from just how wanton your screams were.

8. You'll beg me to destroy you.

Wouldn’t be the first. With a smile, Aesop remembered the various nights during which she did beg him to go harder, faster, deeper, tears rolling out of her eyes. She was so beautiful when she submitted to him completely like this, when she let him manhandle her to his own pleasure, arching against him, clinging onto him for dear life. Of course, even when he did get rougher, he always made sure she reached the peak of her pleasure, preferably several times.

9. You won't be able to speak within the next 24 hours from how much I'll make you scream

Again, not the first. The potions master grinned smugly. Edging, and subsequent overstimulation made his sweetheart release cries that neither of them thought her capable of making. Aesop loved it, though, and he wanted to hear more. Poor darling, she nodded off in exhaustion right after he was finally done with her. Luckily, he always had some potion for a sore throat ready for her in the morning. Among other potions for different sore things. Occasionally for the two of them.

10. You're not leaving the bed for the following two days. Not that you'd be able to.

Hm… Well, he wasn’t aware of this smirk. That is, they did spend a lot of time in bed together, but two days straight? As proud as Aesop was of his stamina, he wasn’t sure he had enough of it for two days. Only one way to find out, he supposed.

“Ace?” came her voice from the door, and the potions master jumped in surprise. Panic filled him as he saw her standing at the door. However, instead of looking mad that he just read an entry in her diary, a small smile played upon her mouth. Nevertheless: “I-... I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop, but…” “It’s alright. There’s nothing secret in there. It’s just a little way to clear my head.” 

She walked towards him, and he silently handed her the journal. She chuckled as she realised what her sweetheart just read

“I was just wondering about number 10,” Aesop said carefully, still feeling slightly embarrassed for having been caught red-handed. “Oh, 10 hasn’t happened. Yet,” she said nonchalantly as she stored her diary away into the dressing table. “Any plans to make it happen?” he asked then, a sly smile finally coming back to his face.

She turned towards him, extending her hands for him to hold. He instantly took hold of them and pulled her closer: “Nothing set in stone, but I don’t doubt there will come a time. What else are honeymoons for?” Aesop laughed softly, before pressing a small kiss against her mouth. And then - he smirked.

“Ooh, trying number 5 on me, are we?” she teased, grinning back at him.

“What? This is number 6, loud and clear! I should know, it’s my own mouth!”

“It’s number 5, trust me. This is a scientific list, tested and confirmed, while it is your mouth, it is I who sees it.”

“Oh, just kiss me, you impossible woman.”

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed ❤

[AO3] - [Sharpuary 2024] - [Masterlist]

[hualianlover4ever]

JWQS chapters memorable/ major scenes

(Presenting my speculative Timeline + key chapters in JWQS)

Ch 23 (Marriage) (Jingjia 8th Year) Ch 31 (Qi Yan first targets Chuntao, the soup incident) Ch 47 (Qi Yan's eyes have brightness for the first time since her kingdom was invaded 10 years ago) Ch 70 (Jingnu 15) first kiss (scary) Ch 96 -97 (Jingnu 15) proper memorable kiss after Jingnu's birthday (Jingjia 9th year 10th Month)

(Jingnu's birthday is in the month of October)

Ch 108 (Jingnu 16)(Experiences her 1st period) Ch 111 (Qi Yan is scary) (Jingjia 10th Year 10th Month) Ch 121 (Jingnu 17) (first break point) Ch 132 (Jingnu sends Qi Yan away while making her the Viceroy of Jin Province) Jingjia 11th year Ch 133 (3 years have passed) Ch 136 (Jingnu 20)(Meeting after 3 years separation) (Jingjia 14th year) Ch 139 (Qi Yan became the Minister of Personal) Ch 140 (family time) Ch 141 (Qi Yan age 24) Ch 144 -145 (trying to repair the first break point) Ch 147 (Qi Yan gets a mental shock) ("My sister is having a night of passion with the daughter of the enemy?!")(Jingjia 14th year 11th Month )(Qi Yan burns her own estate) Ch 151-152 (Jingjia 15th year 3rd Month) (Qi Yan recovers from the Fuma estate Fire incident) (The Capital exam begins with Qi Yan as the main examiner) Ch 157 (Nangong Rang asks Qi Yan about her opinion of a Female emperor) Ch 158 ( Act as you see fit) Ch 159 (Qi Yan feelings are growing) Ch 170 (Qi Yan age 25) (Liu An matters solved) Ch 171 (OMG Qi Yan fell in an incurable love with the daughter of her enemy) Ch 174 (Palace exam begins.. Nangong Rang hosted it ) (Jingjia 15th year 5th Month) Ch 176 (Qi Yan sets off to the north of Luo) Ch 181 (Wolves scene) Ch 183 (Qi Yan meets Bayin after many years) (Jingjia 15th year) Apparently Jinwushu was brought to the grass plains at the age of 4, after that Bayin started acting as his guardian Ch 186 (The pride of Qiyan Agula returns) Ch 193 (Qi Yan and Jingnu reunion after a good amount of separation) Ch 212 (Intimate scenes (last for Qi Yan as male)) (Just be reckless this once) Ch 218 (Nangong Rang dies )(Jingjia 16th year 2nd Month) ( Qi Yan is 27) Ch 228 (Jingnu ascends the throne at the age of 23) Ch 229 (Jingjia 16th year 5th Month , Reign changes to Chengji) Ch 242 (Truth gets revealed) Ch 243 (Qi Yan confesses her identity) Ch 244 (Jingnu faints from the shocking new lmao) Ch 247 (Jingnu 's first gradual acceptance..of Qi Yan being a women) Ch 258 (Divorce comes…"Qi Yan…don't cry…") Ch 259 (Prison arc torture. Qi Yan - Age-28) Ch 263 (Jingnu finds the wooden sculpt pigs) Ch 268 (Qi Yan leaves …Oh dear…) Ch 270 (No fear when Da-Jie is here!) Ch 271 (Their first time) (Jingnu -23) (Qi Yan age 27) (7th month) Ch 277 (Grand enthronement ) Ch 279 (Bathing intimate scene) (Jingnu -25) Ch 286 (Rebellion of North Luo) Ch 288 (Qi Yan's mind deterioration first proper symptoms. …oh boy..) Ch 290 (Qi Yan meets Baishi again) Ch 293 (Bayin learns the truth….No longer Andas) (Also Qian Tong, all hail our saviour) (Jingnu -26) Ch 296 (REUNION with a lingering kiss) Ch 297 (Say..which of us is the wife?)(The fluff is just AHHHHH) Ch 301 (Qi Yan (age -30) learns of her parent's death…) Ch 302 (Ding You returns..) Ch 303 (Qi Yan fake dies) Ch 305 (darkest chapter of Qi Yan's life )

Jingjia 8th Year 3rd Month Capital Exam begins Qi Yan obtained the first position 5th Month Qi Yan becomes the Flower Seeker 6th Month Nangong Rang arranges the two marriages She gets sick again… Meets Ding You ,the Imperial doctor 12th Month Marriage of Qi Yan and Jingnu

Jingjia 9th Year 2nd Month Jingnu wishes for Qi Yan to live to a ripe old age 4th Month Initiates a scheme of the great Fire of Imperial Mausoluem and the Weiyang palace

Jingjia 10th Year 10th Month Qi Yan kills the saviour of her younger sister(along side many other innocent folks)

Jingjia 11th Year Qi Yan is under house arrest The witchcraft incident occurs Nangong Shunu meets Qiyan Nomin for the first time

Jingjia 14th Year Qi Yan becomes the minister of Personal 11th Month Learns of her sister 's relationship. . .. Qi Yan burns the Fuma estate

Jingjia 15th Year In the first two months , Qi Yan was still recovering from the damage from the Great Fire of the Fuma Estate 3rd Month Qi Yan becomes the main examiner of Capital exam (She receives the secret decree of "Act as you see fit) (Liu An incident occurs) Qi Yan entrusts her sister in Nangong Shunu's hands 5th Month Palace exams begins Meanwhile Qi Yan departs to the North of Luo as the Imperial Ambassador

(Jingjia 16th year = Chengji 1st year) Jingjia 16th Year 1st Month Qi Yan returns to the capital Spends an approx of 22 days in prison Schemes a plan to assassinate the sixth prince 2nd Month Qi Yan reveals her identity killing Nangong Rang in the process 5th Month Jingnu officially acsends the throne Chengji 1st Year 7th Month(3rd month since Jingnu's enthronement) Qi Yan aids Jingnu with the Sifang bank revenue 9th Month Qi Yan tells Xiao Die to confess about her identity 10th Month Qi Yan goes against the masked person's orders Her identity gets exposed

Chengji 2nd year 2nd Month Qi Yan's malicious crimes get exposed Jingnu divorces her 4th Month Qi Yan returns to the palace Gets thrown into jail for treason 5th Month Qi Yan officially becomes Qiyan Agula She is sent back to the north of Luo 7th Month Agula becomes "missing" Qi Yan returns to the palace They have their first time

Chengji 3rd year 3rd month Jingnu 's grand enthronement 9th month Masked person schemes activated

(Qi Yan lived in the restricted part of the palace for over a year)

Chengji 4th Year 4th Month Qi Yan resumes the position of Imperial Husband 5th Month Qi Yan learns of her parents' death 10th Month Qi Yan's memories start to relapse

The reason why (I think) Qi Yan starts to be amnesiac 1) Her mental health was already degrading which had am impact on her critical thought process 2) The red pill which Ding You gives her to remove the poison (the water disease + her womanly features) but it had a side effect which gave her a state of amnesia

Chengji 5th year 2nd Month They meet each other for last time before Qi Yan's death She paints a portrait of Jingnu (age -27) 3rd Month Qi Yan takes the death faking drugs

Chengji 6th year Jingnu crowns Shangyuan Fu as the Crown Prince Ding You successfully treats water disease

Qi Yan however has no past memories of past..

Chengji 7th year Jingnu takes care of Qi Yan's business Goes and digs Qi Yan 's grave too To find its empty

Chengji 8th year Jingnu started to travel in disguise(in search for Qi Yan in this vast world) Meanwhile Ding You suggests Qi Yan to go teach in a private school

Chengji 10th year Jingnu (Age -32) retires from the throne

1 year later of retirement They meet again with Qi Yan meeting her for the "first" time after Jingnu's 4 years of searching There is some hope as Qi Yan hugged Jingnu back Qi Yan (37) Jingnu (33)

My speculation (added with author's info) Within the next year Jingnu moved here, bought the school where Qi Yan was teaching Qi Yan moves in Jingnu 's estate

and they get married again! and this time its a love marriage! They drink the ceremonial wine which they didn't 20 years ago

Happily Ever After

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black swan

Pairing: dancer!Jimin x dancer!Reader (oc)

Genre: SMAU, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Enemies to Lovers, (A heart-wrenching amount of Best Friends to Enemies on the other hand) university!AU

Warnings: curse words, mentions of infidelity and illegitimate children, mentions of death by suicide.

Summary: Jimin hates you. The whole world knows this because he takes pride in making it known. He hates you with a passion and makes sure the few months you work with him are simply nothing but torture. Yet, there isn't a possible explanation for his sudden concern towards you when you begin to fall sick. Alternatively, Jimin hated you at your best but falls in love with you at your worst.

A/n: I'll be posting updates Every Two Days. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for black swan!!

Incase you'd like a teaser, you can read Jimin's version in this reaction. Black Swan was inspired by this piece that I wrote, and I had originally planned on making this series a written one with 10 chapters, but my laptop broke down and would take a while to get repaired so I want to make the best of the time and resources that I have now :)

Chapter 1: The End

🦢part one - not your bestie.

🦢part two - then taehyung happened.

🦢part three - short ass.

🦢part four - bloodshed.

🦢part five - purple blanket.

🦢part six - taehyung's replacement

🦢part seven - short ass 2.0

🦢part eight - I'm sorry.

🦢part nine - family.

🦢part ten - burden.

Chapter 2: A Gentle Friend

🦢part eleven - sweet corn soup. {Exclusive}

🦢part twelve - she knows.

🦢part thirteen - valid reason.

🦢part fourteen - it hurts.

🦢part fifteen

🦢part sixteen

🦢part seventeen

🦢part eighteen

🦢part nineteen

🦢part twenty

Chapter 3: (Coming Soon!)

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Due to flare ups, I’ve been thinking more about my relationship with my disabilities and my relationship with God — any good resources/book you can recommend?

Hey there, sending love and solidarity as you go through flare ups and as you explore all this <3

You came to the right place — disability theology is one of my great passions! Here are my recs for you. If anyone has more resources to add on or insights for anon, please share!

For starters...

First, you might enjoy wandering through my #disability theology tag over on my other blog, which includes excerpts from various disability theologians.

Or reading through / praying with the disability text prayers I shared here last July for Disability Pride Month, which were written by a variety of disabled folks.

Since it's Lent, Unbound's Disabling Lent: An Anti-Ableist Lenten Devotional is timely!

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Memoirs Exploring Christian Faith & Chronic Pain / Illness

My Body and Other Crumbling Empires, Lyndsey Medford (2023)

This memoir connects faith, chronic illness (especially autoimmune disorders), and the sickness at the heart of Western Empire / the Protestant work ethic.

How can we learn to work with instead of against our bodies? How can we rebuild our world to treat all bodies with the love and gentleness they deserve? .

This Here Flesh, Cole Arthur Riley (2022)

An incredibly beautiful book, poetic and searing...explores the goodness of embodied life and intersections between disability (particularly chronic illness), Blackness, queerness, womanhood, and more.

Each chapter focuses on a different emotion (anger, joy, lament, love...) to teach us how to honor and listen to what we feel in our bodies.

CW for accounts of sexual assault and other forms of and abuse and trauma, as well as accounts of antiblack racism. .

Everything Happens for a Reason and Other Lies I've Loved, Kate Bowler (2018)

If you've been steeped in any kind of prosperity gospel, "if you pray hard enough you'll be healed" type Christianity, I highly recommend this book.

Bowler writes with gentle honesty about how her chronic pain and then cancer compelled her to move away from that kind of harmful Christianity into a faith with room for doubt, grief, and a God that holds her in her suffering.

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Disability Theology — Books, Podcasts, Videos

Disability: The Inclusive Church Resource edited by Bob Callighan (2014)

If you're interested in the perspectives of various disabled Christians, I love the range of voices they brought into this text! A great intro to how theology and church life impact disabled persons and how our churches must re-form themselves with disabled persons at the center. .

My Disabled AND Blessed YouTube series

I've got multiple YouTube videos that draw from various disability theologians!

I especially recommend my introduction to reading the Bible with a disability lens — stressing how different biblical authors hold different views around disability; so what's God's overall message? — and my video on Luke 14's parable of the banquet!

If you have questions about or struggle with the Gospels' healing narratives, I also recommend my livestream on that topic. .

My friend Laura's Autistic Liberation Theology Podcast (you can listen wherever you get podcasts)

Laura explores scripture through the lens of an autistic trans person who uses a wheelchair and has multiple chronic & mental illnesses.

I especially recommend their episode on "the Gethsemane of things," which takes an honest look at pain and where God is in our suffering. (Most of Laura's eps don't have transcripts, but I shared an abridged version of this ep on my podcast and it has a transcript)

"I am not your ornamental prophet" is also a great episode for thinking about what pressures are put on disabled persons and how to construct boundaries for yourself .

The Mad and Crip Theology Podcast

This podcast interviews the authors who are published in the Mad and Crip Theology journal, which is really cool! You can watch episodes with captions on YouTube, or listen wherever you get podcasts.

A good starter episode: this one "on Queer and Crip Sexuality and the Disabled Christ" .

Some eps of Blessed Are the Binary Breakers

While my own podcast largely centers trans perspectives, disability comes up frequently as well! Each ep has a transcript. These are the disability-focused ones:

"No End to Transphobia without Uprooting Ableism — exploring embedded forms of oppression"

"Our Pride Is Not a Sin — a Queer and Disabled Christian Lens"

"Goodness Embodied — an intersex, nonbinary first human and a disabled risen Christ"

"Marginalized Bodies as Spectacle and the good news in Jesus's disabling wounds"

"Eli and the prophet Elijah"

“Secular” books that helped shape my own theology

What Can a Body Do? How We Meet the Built World, Sara Hendren (2020)

Fantastic book digging into recent disability history, present, and future with focus on the “misfit” theory of disability where body and world interact with each other disharmoniously, and the creativity disabled people employ to make them more harmonious  .

Exile and Pride, Eli Clare (1999)

One of my favorite books of all time. Connects disability, queerness, rural life, trauma, and more. Clare is one of the originators of the concept of the “bodymind” (though he talks about that more in one of his later books)

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Wanting even more resources? Here's my google doc with aaaaall the disability theology stuff — plus some helpful disability 101 stuff to share with loved ones!

Praying for comfort, wisdom, and community support for you as you journey! Please feel free to drop by again with any questions that come up or to share any insights you've gained any time <3

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Hey There Delilah pt 11

Cody Rhodes x Fem!OC (Delilah Jones)

Storyline: Delilah was born and raised by the beach in L.A and grew up in a home where her parents expected her to go to Harvard & become a well known woman who marry’s a man who is a lawyer after high school. But that’s not what she wanted, She always wanted to own a boutique/flower shop & she did, once her parents discovered she wouldn’t attend college they left her to fend for herself but allowed her little sister Kinsley to visit or sleep over whenever, Her little sister always had an eye for WWE but Delilah never understood why but little did either of them know one of Delilah’s customers would become well acquainted. (Creds to @alyyaanna for helping me w the storyline)

Contents: Toxic parents, Angst, Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Based in april 2024, Alcohol, Violence, Corruption Kink, Size Kink, Daddy Kink, Crying Kink, Hand Kink, Praise Kink, Fingering, Smutty smut, Mentions of a Custody Battle, Pregnancy, Mentions of a possible Break up

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Cody sat on the church benches next to his beloved fiancée as he listened to the priest preaching the bible, he wasn’t a religious man, nor a spiritual one, but he only went to church with Delilah every Sunday just too see that sweet smile spread on her face, he admired her passion towards her beliefs and many other things, it was so special to her that he went out of his way to sit in mass with her every weekend for an entire hour, he did it to see that little smile on her face. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t bored out of his mind

Cody sat there trying so intently on focusing to what the preacher was preaching exactly but he couldn’t, the only thing keeping him awake was Delilah, his sweet angel, her skin as soft as butter, her hair as bright as the sub, she was a goddess in his eyes so who’s to blame him for treating her like one? Cody ran his hand down her bare thigh & hummed when she turned to him with a short pout & tried to put her focus back on the bible verse she was reading “Cody not now” he hummed scooting closer to her & dipped his hand further between her thighs before sighing & leaning into her ear “Are you telling me what to do sweetheart?” He spoke to her in a warning tone while his fingers teased their way closer & closer to her panties making her frown and try closing the Bible but he hummed in disagreement forcing it back open “Don’t let me distract you angel” Delilah huffed and shot him an irritated pout.

by the end of Sunday mass Cody smiled to himself with pride & Helped Lilah stand up & fix her panties followed by church dress before walking out of the church “Cody one of these we’re gonna get in trouble” he shrugged as he held her hand and lifted it to kiss her engagement ring “only thing that would get us in trouble is how loud you are angel, I’m still amazed with how sensitive you get despite how many times you ask me to fu-“ “CODY!” She smacked his arm as he snickered to himself with pride while they finally got back to the car.

2024 was an important year for Cody & Delilah, They had planned the wedding to fall on the exact day they met which fell on the 25th of may, on april 6th & 7th which was within a few days was wrestle-mania, Cody wanted Delilah, Kinsley & Mira to be at the event & also as a way to help set Randy up with Mira & hopefully blow the tension away from the pair, the road to WM has not been the easiest for either of them, Delilah hated watching Cody basically be taunted & bullied by The Rock & Roman, She didn’t even think that Monday night raw segment should’ve happened, Cody got into a scuffle with Rock on live television & Delilah hated every minute of it, hell he still had the belt lashes marked on his back still. Cody couldn’t keep count of the amount of times he had to reassure Delilah that he was fine but she wasn’t having any of it.

Once they got back to the house they heard Mira & Randy arguing over the wedding plans while Kinsley quietly sat in the living room finishing up this weekends homework & looked over at her older sister & Cody “Neither of them want to do anything what the fuck do you want me to say!” Randy huffed and Mira yelling & ran a hand down his stress express filled face “Cody doesn’t want to go to a strip club Delilah doesn’t want a bachelorette party what the fuck are we supposed to do now, they’re like gorilla glue they can’t have a moment away from each other because Cody starts acting like a fucking crack addict when he doesn’t breathe the same air as Delilah.” The couple shook their heads snickering before going upstairs to get changed leaving the other two alone again to keep arguing.

Lilah sat on the edge of the bed as she took off her heels and watch Cody take off his suit & winced at the marks covering his back, especially when they weren’t marks from her. Cody saw her look from the mirror he stood in-front of and gave her a smile but she kept frowning “Cody I can’t stand looking at those marks, it looks like your in constant pain.” He shrugged and tugged in a t-shirt before turning over towards her “Baby I can promise you first hand it didn’t even hurt 24 hours after that.” Delilah furrowed her eyebrows & shook her head “I don’t believe you.”

Cody sighed lightly and crouched to her level while helping take off her heels and leaving soft kisses scattered around her ankle “If I was in pain I would tell you.” Delilah cupped his face in her hands while her eyes scattered around his face admiring any features she found before pressing a soft kiss against his cheek “I hate seeing stuff like that happen to you.” She muttered while he hummed in acknowledgment & ran his fingers through her hair before a slight smile crept up across his lips, Lilah smiled for a split second until she felt a sudden urge to run towards the bathroom making Cody spring up & follow her “Oh sweetheart, I’m right here okay? Let it out” He crouched behind her as she was hovering over the toilet throwing up, soon Mira & Kinsley came into the room to check on what the fuss was about, “Jesus christ Delilah are you alright?” The blonde shook her head and sat back against a wall and stared at Cody & then Mira “I..I don’t think this is normal…I’ve been throwing up almost everyday.” Cody huffed a bit and tried to bring some light into the situation but before he could even let out a peep Mira turned her head towards him and glared.

Cody turned his attention back to Kinsley & smiled sweetly before clearing his throat “kins why don’t you hang out in the kitchen with Randy for a bit yeah?” Lilahs little sister furrowed her expression “But I want t-“ “20 bucks.” “Deal.” Kinsley immediately scampered out of the bathroom after Cody negotiated with her, Mira crouched next to Delilah & helped her get up and wash out her mouth “let’s just hope Cody’s cooking is what made you throw up.” Delilah smiled a bit and walked over to Cody & immediately engulfed herself into his arms with a tired grin “You feeling better angel?” she hummed in acknowledgement at his question before he & Mira helped lie her down, “I’m gonna go make sure Randy isn’t teaching Kins how to elbow drop anyone so, You too relax.” Mira sighed out before making her way downstairs leaving the couple alone.

Delilah hummed to herself before looking up at her soon to be husband & smiled “What is it gorgeous? What’s got you all smiley” Cody teased at her and ran his hand down her hair while she shrugged “Nothing, Just admiring you” he chuckled holding onto her hand, He felt as though he was under some sort of spell casted by Lilah, He was so infatuated with her that he couldn’t be with out her, her skin was always warm and soft, her eyes were like a hypnotic illusion he caught himself staring into, her lips were soft and plump and had a hint of cherry flavored chapstick spread against them, He was so addicted to the thought of her, since day 1 he instantly knew that he wanted her to be his, his wife, the mother of his kids, his soulmate, he didn’t just want her though, he needed her like he needs oxygen, he wants her to rely on him, depend on him and only him, he needs her.

Delilah was just as obsessed with him, She felt like a lost dog when he wasn’t around, She was addicted to his words, his kisses, his hugs, most importantly his touch, Anytime she found herself back in Cody’s arms she couldn’t help but melt & let him take whatever control he had over her, He was the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on, anytime he was in pain so was she, She’d melt at any moment if he touched her in any sort of way, she was like putty in his hands & that’s what he also loved about her, the two knew they wanted to have kids together, there was no doubt about it, it wouldn’t be a shocker to either of them if she had discovered she was pregnant since they’ve been trying to get to that point for months now.

Cody leaned up against her & smiled with her as he held onto her face & pressed his lips onto hers and pressed his hips against hers, Delilah hummed softly against his mouth and wrapped her arms around his shoulders before pressing a kiss against his cheek and neck, Cody pressed his crotch against hers even more and even lifted up her skirt pressing his fingers right against her clothed clit which was followed by a short whine right by his ear making him lift his head up and put on a fake pout “Oh I know baby, It must be so hard getting teased isn’t it? I’m sorry sweetheart, how can I make it up to you?” She frowned and tried tugging off his belt but he grabbed her hands shaking his head “Cody c’mon..!” He smiled “so impatient, y’know for someone who gets fucked almost daily you really sure do act a little bit touch starved.” Lilah huffed and pulled on his shirt “Please baby y’know I need you!” He grinned at her pleads and sat up before tugging his shirt off and throwing it across the room only to hover back over her for yet another kiss while he helped undress her all at the same time before taking off his own pair of pants and wrapping the both of them in the blankets that laid on the bed “your so fucking perfect sweetheart you know that?” Cody groaned against the crook of her neck as he pushed himself inside of her, Lilah let out a quiet moan before running her hands down his back “l-love you s’much” he grinned at her words before tangling his fingers into her hair.

With his free hand he lifted up her leg and placed it right on his shoulder & leaned down kissing her before thrusting inside of her at a slow pace, he admired her absolute beauty, the way her eye fluttered shut or rolled back whenever she felt any kind of pleasure, her mouth either hanging open or her lips slightly parted before letting a moan slip out or a strained cry or whine, her hair laid beneath her in a manner where she looked like a goddess in his eyes, no, she IS a goddess in his eyes, he lived to merely give her pleasure, she didn’t even have to do any work to please him, her the receiving pleasure she deserved was enough to give him pleasure. Each thrust she gripped at his arms and leaned up slightly on her elbows while her hips bucked up into his, Cody traveled his hand away from her hair and down her body just so he could tease at her clit while he sped up his thrusts, His cock throbbed inside of her making Lilah cry out a bit and squirm around, He pinched her clit In between his fingers and grinned as tears ran down her face from the overwhelming amount of pleasure she was getting "What's wrong, little one? Don’t you like it when I fill you up with my dick? Is it too much for you already angel?" He pouted teasingly before he lifted her other leg up and on his other shoulder before ramming his cock inside of her wet sloppy cunt while toying around with her clit as she nodded vigorously and scratched at his arms before blabbering out words that she won’t even remember they were said “F-Fuck daddy!!” He grinned in an almost evil manner before holding onto her throat lightly before stopping his moment “Say it louder for me I couldn’t hear you, baby. Say my name louder or I swear to god I'll stop everything right now and you can get yourself off, C’mon sweetheart be a good girl and call me daddy.” Lilah whimpered and tried fucking herself on his dick but he smacked her tits & shook his head causing her to cry and squirm around “Daddy please!! I ne-need you so bad! I..I’ll be good! Please just let me c-cum” she started crying and pressed her hands against the mattress as he teased and placed soft kisses on her ankles as he started pushing his cock further inside of her throbbing pussy and ran a hand down her pretty face and suddenly start thrusting into her faster & harsher

“Ffffuuckkk..” he groaned out before pulling her legs off of his shoulders while he leaned down and moaned in her ear, her cunt clenched around him making him lean his head back & gasping “f-fuck your taking my dick so fucking good princess” she nodded looked up at him with wide watery eyes “feels s’good daddy!!” She whined out and clawed at his chest as he buried himself deeper in her dripping cunt as his hips rocked back and forth before groaning once more “Want me to fill you up baby? Yeah? Take my cum like a good girl and let daddy give you a baby?” She bit her lip nodding as he spanked her clit and pressed his mouth against hers and pushed his tongue past her lips before pulling away and fucking into her tight wet hole making her cry out and arch her back “g-gonna cum!! Please let me cu-cumm!!!” She cried even more and pressed her thighs against eachother while he continued fucking her at a rabid speed before he saw her body convulse and shudder as she came all over his cock, once he realized her orgasm hit her pussy clenched tighter around him making Cody groan out & immediately spill his cum deep inside of her as his hips spasmed while he moaned out in ecstasy before leaning down and putting his entire body weight against hers without pulling out “fffucckkk…” eventually he pulled out & sat up and let Lilah relax for a moment while he ran a bubble bath for her after he took a shower and cleaned her up with a wash cloth a little bit.

Delilah smiled once he came back into the room to pick her up “Your pretty” He chuckled at her compliment before setting her in the warm water & kiss her engagement ring like he usually did as a new habit “Thank you beautiful.” He kissed her cheek as he sat besides the bathtub & help wash her off, Cody knew almost immediately he wanted to spend the rest of his life with his beautiful angel Delilah..

2 Weeks Later

It was finally April 6th & Delilah was terrified for Cody, after all of the promos, the trips to different states around the country, it was all nerve wracking, She was placed directly in the spot light all over the internet after March 25th, She attended the WWE hall of fame with Cody the previous night before Wrestle Mania night 1 & got interviewed multiple times from the paps on what it was like being in Cody’s life, How she felt over that violent incident in march & most importantly their engagement especially since multiple rumors circulated on the two, Of course because Delilah wasn’t very comfortable answering certain questions Cody would step in, but the media only got worse today. Cody & Randy had Mira, Delilah & Kinsley attend WM as moral support. But earlier in the day Cody noticed Lilah seemed off, her hand would either cover her mouth or stomach as if she felt like throwing up, at some point she did. Mira noticed this before but now she was growing extremely suspicious

Cody sat in his bus with the girls, Seth & Randy all together & noticed Delilah once again feeling sick. “Sweetheart are you sure you’re okay?? I’ll call off my matches right now if you’re not feeling too hot” Randy looked in his direction “Cod-“ “If I’m marrying her I’m going to take that seriously, if she’s sick I’m not doing the match, roman can live happily with that championship.” Delilah frowned shaking her head “Cody don’t do that, You’ve been waiting for this moment for your whole life even before me, don’t let me get in the way, it’s just a stomach bug, I’ll be there.” Seth furrowed his expression and looked towards Mira as she was sat comfortably on Randy’s lap despite their bickering over the last few weeks. “Lilah, You’ve had this stomach bug for almost an entire month. That’s not normal.” Mira hummed in agreement on Seths comment before clearing her throat as she watched Cody run his hand up and down Delilahs back “I’m just gonna spit it out since Kinsley is napping in the room, Knowing you two fuck like almost constantly I suspected something like this would happen so before we left for WM I bought a few pregnancy tests for Delilah. I’ve studies health shit since after high school and stomach bugs should not last for a whole entire month.” Cody turned his head back to Lilah and chewed his lip a bit “She has a point Angel, It wouldn’t hurt to try.”

Delilah leaned further into his embrace & felt a sudden wave of guilt, She knew they wanted to have kids, hell they’ve been trying since after the official engagement in colorado, but Cody was in his all time prime right now & she didn’t want to inconvenience him or burden him with this situation. Mira sat the three boxes of pregnancy tests on Delilahs lap and nodded “I want you to go and take them alright? We need to know if you’re actually sick or pregnant Lilah.” The blonde girl nodded her head & stood up hesitantly and made her way to the restroom, while everyone was waiting Randy got a text from Triple H to come into the arena with Cody & Seth to go over tonight’s plans, Cody stood up & knocked on the door “Sweetheart I gotta head out, Let me know what the results are tonight before I go out there.” Delilah stood in the restroom with the door locked as she stared at the positive tests with a heavy frown “O-Okay! I’ll see you soon.” She listened to his footsteps fade out followed by the bus door shutting, this is what she wanted, she wanted kids as soon as possible but guilt hit over the fear of ruining his life and getting in the way of Cody’s career despite both of them getting what they wanted after so long.

Mira eventually knocked on the door and once she was allowed in she stared at the tests that proved Delilah was infact pregnant, A grin spread across her face but soon faded out as she saw the expression on Delilahs “What’s wrong? You guys have been wanting this for so long??” Lilah looked up at her best friend and frowned “I-I feel like I’m going to ruin everything..He just- Cody just hit his prime & I-“ “Delilah he wants a baby more than that stupid gold belt, He literally just told you he was willing to give up this weekends opportunity of winning just to make sure you were healthy. You absolutely do not burden him.”

For hours Mira’s words surrounded her thoughts, it was getting closer and closer to Cody’s match & everyone sat in the front row of but Delilah was backstage with Cody in his dressing room “So what were the results?” His eager voice rang through her ears as she stood in absolute silence & fear “I..Cody we can’t be together..” He froze. Everything froze. “Come again? Where is this all coming from” He tilted his head keeping his composure as the inside of him panicked as to what he could’ve possibly done wrong “C-Cody we can’t be together, we’re polar opposite people and I- I’m getting in the way, I’m distracting you & you’re just entering your prime and I’m getting in the way of that.” She blurted out in a panic while he stood across from her and softened his expression, his hand moving to place itself against her face “swee-“ Delilah refused & hastily took off her ring & immediately left the room. She went back to the seats since she had no other idea on where to go and moments later Cody had made his entrance after romans & the match began. It was exhaustingly long and everytime Cody tried making eye contact with Delilah she either looked down or stared at the ring ropes to avoid eye contact, Kinsley was freaking out and cheering on Cody & even making fun of roman for a bit, Delilah winced every time Cody was punched or tackled & kicked. She disliked Roman with an absolute passion. She couldn’t help but rest her hand against her stomach and once Cody saw that he immediately knew.

After the match when Cody ended up losing which meant tomorrow was bloodline rules Mira, Delilah & Kinsley sat in the bus in silence until Mira broke the silence “Don’t do this Delilah, You realize he will find out your pregnant sooner or later because that man would rather fucking die in public instead of letting you give birth and raise another human by yourself.” Lilah frowned and stared down at the floor as her eyes welled up trying to speak but Cody got onto the bus and interrupted the conversation “Mira why don’t you take Kinsley to Randy’s bus for a bit, I need to speak with Delilah.” Mira knew at this moment he knew but she didn’t sense any danger but knowing Lilah’s past she nodded & grabbed Kinsley by the hand and left the inside of the bus but waited outside incase of any alarms, she knew Cody wasn’t a threat but she also didn’t want to leave Lilah by herself right now. “No.” Delilah looked up at him “What?” Cody shrugged shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweat pants “No. We’re not splitting up. Angel I know you’re pregnant.” Delilah froze as he sat next to her and pulled her engagement ring out of his pocket “I proposed to you for a reason, Delilah I want a life with you, do you realize how I’m absolutely so in love with you? I’m so in love with you that I would never move on if you left me, I would never love another woman or even touch another woman the way I do with you, I know your scared but you have got to let me take care of you. You will never and I mean fuckin’ NEVER Be a burden to me, If you told me to tap out on tomorrow night you bet your goddamn ass I would tap out, I don’t care if I’m in my prime or not you’re more important than that fucking championship, knowing I’m going to marry you and have a child with you & even raise Kinsley with you is a championship itself to me, You are the prime of my life, You are the only woman who will make me drop down onto my knees and beg you for anything. And sweetheart if you think I’m going to allow you to leave me, then I think you’re out of your mind.” Delilah took in his words & immediately bursted into tears which made Cody get off of the couch and crouch in front of her and put her ring back on her wedding finger before wrapping her into his arms “I-I’m sorry for being so stupi-“ “Don’t say that Angel, You’re not stupid, you are smart and beautiful & most importantly the mother of my baby. You’re overwhelmed, scared & I get it. But the fact you are blessing my life with a child & your existence is much more better than a gold belt.”

He held her tear stained face in the palm of his hands before placing a loving peck on the tip of her nose “You’re so beautiful” she sniffled and shook her head “I look like a mess” he hummed in disagreement and gave her a proper kiss on the lips “Don’t say that again, You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve laid eyes on.” She giggled out a bit and nodded her head and watched as he laid his hand against her stomach, “how’d you know?” He shrugged “Father senses kick in quick” she laughed out and lightly smacked his chest “oh shut up.” He grinned and caressed her belly “I knew when you were holding your stomach during my match, plus you kept looking at it.” She rolled her eyes smiling “You don’t even know if I am pregnant” He raised a brow and got up and went inside of the bathroom and saw the pregnancy tests lying on the counter before walking back out “again, must be dilf instincts” she grinned as he made her stand up for a kiss “Whatever you say”

“I love you to the moon and stars Delilah.” “I love you more than anything in the universe Cody.”

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Panacea ⍣ ೋ

- A solution or remedy for all difficulties or diseases.

Art by: Mm39572_02

Pairing: Bachira Meguru x Reader (fluff, like, lots of)

Summary: When you coincidentally reunite with your boyfriend and are welcomed with a joyful surprise from him

Spoilers: u-20 match and the fun bowling chapter

The feeling in your heart as you seated in front of the TV could only be described as pride. You watched as the boy whom you haven't seen in weeks is becoming one with the ball, leaving behind members of the U-20 one by one.

Your eyes have been glued to the screen since the beginning of the match, and your heartbeat accelerated with adrenaline upon the entrance of your boyfriend in the field. Even if the quality wasn't the best, you could still see how his hair got longer and he got a little bit taller and muscular. Your gaze was on him the whole time, even when he didn't have that ball; and a frown was visible in your face when the camera moved and he would get out of frame.

Although, when he got the ball to make his amazing play, you noticed how Bachira's skills have improved since the last time you saw him drible in the school's pitch, now expertly dancing with his feet, handling the ball as he pleases. You were sure your neighbors could hear your excitement when he almost scored a goal, even more when finally, in the last minute, the Blue Lock 11 won the match.

You hopped exhilarated across the room, but looked at the TV just in time to see Bachira blow a kiss to the camera and mouth 'that was for you, y/n'. You felt your heart skip a beat through your ribcage and blood running up to paint your face red.

"Such a dork" you said to no one with a fond smile.

God you hoped you could be there right now and give him the biggest kiss in the world. You knew his mom was there since, hilariously enough, her cheers drowned the whole audience's. You chuckled at the scene.

What caught your attention next was the team's celebration. It was noticeable throughout the match, but now it was clear how much fun he's had and will have with his teammates, which you could see were very good friends. At this, your heart tightened yet again for Bachira. You knew he would make friends eventually with the same passion as him; and surely, he did.

When the program ended, you had a simple dinner and went to bed with only thoughts of your boyfriend and how happy you were for him. He was now a professional player to cry out loud! Finally, with a smile on your face, you let the dreamland catch up to you.

The next morning you awoke from your slumber only to see a notification in your cellphone

‌Megu 🐝

- ‌Hey n/n guess who got his phone back plus a 2 week vacation for winning the match!!

You wouldn't be more excited about a text even if it said that you won the lottery. You eagerly responded to the message, but had to wait some time for the sleepy and lazy man to awake. When he did, you both had a sweet and very chaotic conversation, ending up planning a hang out for tomorrow. 'Today some of the team members are going out, but I assure you the rest of days are only yours! <3' That's what he said. Not that you mind much of course, you'll have plenty of time all for yourselves to catch up.

Figuring you had nothing to do today, you decided to treat yourself to something nice in a famous cafe. It was somewhat far from your home but you needed to drain all this energy you had from the anticipation of reuniting with your boyfriend again.

Finished with preparing yourself, you exited to the street and started heading towards the cafe. The weather was good, sunrays warmly caressing your skin. After getting distracted by a few chirping birds and a unimaginably cute stray cat, you safely arrived at your destination. Nevertheless, upon rising your gaze, your steps came to a halt and your eyes widened.

'Is that...?'

In a table not far from the entrance were three boys that were very much recognisable. A feminine boy with long pink hair and eyes, a black-haired teen and, back facing you, a boy with shoulder length, semi-dyed blonde hair enjoying his smoothie.

The situation was surreal, I mean what are the odds? You wanted to laugh at the coincidence but you were left to stunned to even blink. You really wanted to see him, but meeting him like this out of nowhere after weeks left you speechless, like he wasn't real. The man that yesterday was sweating after literally fighting for his life is now here, chatting with his friends joyously as he takes a sip of his drink.

In the end, before you had time to process what was happening, your playful side, that you very much took from him, took over you and were sneakily approaching the group with a grin on your lips. Then, Bachira felt a pair of hands cover his eyes followed by a singed "Guess who~?".

At the instant recognition of your voice, Bachira quickly got up and turned around while holding your hands like an excited puppy.

"y/n!"

His eyes lighted up in a familiar way, like when you told him he could teach you how to play football. You wished you could've admired his features more, but your feet didn't touch the ground for much longer since he picked you up by the waist and cheerfully spun you around not caring if he made a scene, both of your laughs giving each other tons of serotonin.

"Megu! I saw you on TV! You were amazing. I'm so proud of you I feel like my chest is gonna explode. You sure improved a lot your skills and that dribbling was so impressive! I couldn't stay put in my seat for the love of God. I don't know how to put it into words I just felt like I was gonna-"

He interrupted you with more laughs, this time grateful and amused ones.

When he eventually put you down, dizziness taking over your body, he kept holding you in a bear hug. Hell, even bears are humiliated by how tight he was embracing you. His now stronger arms had no intention of letting you go, pressing you firmly against his figure. His head rested against the crook of your neck and you could feel his silly smile on your skin. God how you missed his hugs. As energetic as he is, Bachira wasted no time in covering you with butterfly kisses, all the way from your neck, to your jaw and every spot on your jolly face; widening the smile on your lips.

Seeing this man had no intention to stop any time soon, you put a stop to his attacks by closing the gap between your lips, sharing the so long awaited and yearned kiss. The plan worked as wonderfully as expected, him reciprocating it without a second thought. It was messy and chaotic, but that's just how bachira was, and you loved it, like you were made for each other.

When you went out of breath, you gave him a quick rest by opting to press your foreheads together. Nevertheless, before he was able to dive in for another kiss, you were interrupted by a male voice behind Bachira.

"Oi Bachira, are you gonna present us your girlfriend or what?"

You let go a little from Bachira (action that was not welcomed by the male, that held you tighter) to look at the grinning, falsely annoyed redhead and his somewhat awkward blue eyed friend. Bachira then smiled widely before spinning you around to face his teammates.

"Of course! Say hi to y/n!"

After the little bit of embarrassment left your body, you decided to start a conversation.

"I know you. You're Chigiri and Isagi right? I saw the match yesterday."

"You got that right."

Isagi then intervened "Bachira you have a girlfriend?! you never told us!"

"You never asked."

You chuckled at the interaction and they offered you to sit with them . You complied while teasing Bachira a bit.

"Didn't you want to hang out with the boys today?" Intentionally putting ironic emphasis in 'the boys'.

"Come on bumblebee don't be like thaaaat. Now that you're here I'm not letting you get away so easily!" His face made a funny twist before turning to you again "Actually, what are you doing here?"

Your mouth made an 'oh' shape as you remembered the previous coincidence, laughing a bit at it.

"In fact I was gonna ask you the same. I just went here to grab some coffee when I saw you."

Bachira chuckled in realization and rubbed your cheeks together.

"You can never escape from me, can you?"

"Not that I'd ever want to." You playfully responded.

Then, the conversation continued at the table. You watched as the three friends chatted and you couldn't help but but fondly smile at the sight of Bachira having so much fun. Seeing the outcome, you were glad that he took the Blue Lock project. You took a few sips of the drink that Bachira offered you, laughing at the almost-too-much sweetness. In the end, he never changes. On Bachira's side, he was euphoric seeing as you swiftly got along with his friends. The sight of you made him fall in love all over again. In not one moment did he let go of you during the conversation; let it be interlacing your pinkies together, putting and arm around your shoulders or waist or keeping your knees in touch under the table.

He only separated from you when you all got up and prepared to leave and Isagi called him over to show him something on his phone. He approached what you assumed was his best friend after patting your head and childly ruffling your hair. You were left chatting with Chigiri, quickly realizing he was a pretty nice guy to talk to and that you had a lot in common. Loud footsteps interrupted your talk about a podcast and, unfortunately, you didn't react fast enough to dodge your boyfriend that just jumped in your back, making you lose balance and almost fall. Chigiri, who was in front of you, was successfully startled. Not that he wasn't used to Bachira suddenly attacking people, of course.

"Megu, you weight to much for me-"

"y/n y/n! There's a friend of us in a nearby arcade, let's go jump him!"

In a split of a second, he switched your places and energetically threw you over his shoulder, almost dropping you. He then proceeded to shameless make a sprint towards said arcade, completely leaving his surprised friends behind.

"MEGURU PUT ME DOWN I'M GONNA FALL" you yelled in a panicked tone. You were grateful that the streets were practically empty, so the passerbys wouldn't be blessed with this scene.

Chuckling as he tightened his hold in your legs and waist he said "I'm not gonna let you fall. Let's go before Chigiri catches up to us!"

You couldn't see his face, but giving his high-pitched joyful laugh, you didn't need to to know he was having the time of his life. He freed you from his grasp when you arrived at your destination, slightly out of breath. His hands lovingly hugging your waist, yours around his neck gently playing with his golden locks. You gave yourselves a moment to take in each other's features as you recovered your breath, mostly maintaining eye contact. You wished this moment lasted forever. In others' eyes you probably looked dopey right now, but you were to lovestruck to care, seeing the fond look and dork smile in the other's face.

Bachira's eyes softened even more in pure adoration for you as he started to draw shapes in your hips with his thumbs in a soothing motion. Your curiosity was piqued by the affection.

"What?"

"Nothing, just missed you so much bumblebee"

His smile never once faltered. Instead, it keep getting wider. It was contagious in a way, making you jelly under his arms.

"I missed you too, Megu. Everyday I wondered how you were doing and what were you up to. It quickly got boring without you around, you know?"

He sweetly chuckled, making your legs weak.

"Yeah, must be torture not having me around huh"

'and that goes both ways' he wanted to add, but you got the message through his sarcasm.

"God, I'm so glad you're finally back, even if it's temporary."

"Me too." He partially sighed.

You pulled him closer and rested his head in your shoulder, enabling you to run your fingers through his scalp, which was welcomed by a relaxed sigh from him. After a while in each other's arms, you felt him reach for something in his pocket in a swift motion and fiddle with it behind your back. Before you had time to question him he pulled back a bit to face you.

"You know, part of the reasons I didn't hang out with you today was because I had to get something I ordered without you knowing, but managed to do it before we met at the cafe."

With that, he brought his hands between the two of you and slipped a small metallic object in your finger. When you glanced at it, you were met with a gold ring with a dolphin design on it, kinda similar to the pin he wore attached to his jacket. Looking up, you saw Bachira's hand raised, showing a silver ring of his own with a (fav animal) design instead.

'He got us..."

"Ta-da! Matching rings! How do you like the surprise? I figured this way we'll have each other near even if we're far away phisically. They even have our favourite animals on them! See?" He explained to you as happy as a puppy who just got a treat.

This time, it was your turn to fall in love all over again. You felt like crying while seeing your smiling boyfriend and the rings, with the sweetest thought put into them. You were left speechless.

At your lack of response, Bachira tilted his head.

"y/n?"

You threw yourself at him and he picked you up effortlessly with his arms.

"I- Meguru I love it so much. I love you so much. Thank you I really don't deserve you."

Bachira, as he shone brighter that the sun, wanted to say many things, but opted for one instead.

"You're very welcome, my panacea."

Additional time!

"Where did you even learn that word?"

"There's a lot of weirdos in Blue Lock to learn from."

As he said that with the most innocent grin, you could catch sight of Chigiri and Isagi plus a group of more teammates chaotically interacting together, which you assumed they encountered in the way here.

"Can tell."

Finally done with this fic it took forever!

I don't have much to say except that I hope you liked it! It's certainly very fluffy and I enjoyed writing every second of it.

I never have motivation to write but when you pop you can't stop and I ended up spending the weekend writing this.

I think I portrayed well the character's personalities which is very important to me so cheers for me.

Remember to drink water, Lethby ༊*·˚