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𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: “You’re just utterly shameless, aren’t you?’ He tsks, “Seducing me away from my work like this.”

Astarion’s eyes rove your form laying beneath him in reverence, the silken strands of your hair spread like a halo around your face and your dress a mess around your waist.

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𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Astarion/Reader 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: smut, fluff, slice of life! 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 7.1k 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: body worship, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, hand jobs, vampire bites, mentions/discussions of anal, vaginal sex, vampire sex, soft dom astarion

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Dim candlelight plays along the walls of Astarion’s studio, illuminating the discarded bolts of fabric leaning against the wall with haphazard grace, the threads of linens, silks, and cottons a riot of color against the muted walls. Spools of silken thread and tangles of ribbon lay sprawling across the work table, interspersed with pincushions and stray needles waiting to be threaded.

The studio itself is small, humble in its nature. Set aside on a small street within the city walls it wasn’t a far walk from your shared home, making it an easy decision to join him on the nights he decided to work.

Lush velvet draperies hang heavily across several leaded windows, while multicolored rugs layered themselves over the floor. Fat pillars of candle wax sit haphazardly upon several surfaces, filling the room with moving pockets of light, their dance helped along by the light summer breeze blowing through the open windows. It was undeniably one of your favorite places to be.

Despite Astarion’s initial claims to the contrary (if you could even call his half-hearted condescension to the concept such a thing), he was decidedly well suited for a life of domesticity. Much like a spoiled cat, he very much enjoyed his luxuries. Vials of scented oils, a soft bed covered with blankets and quilts, piles of books in the corners of rooms waiting to be read at his decision. You were very quick to learn that Astarion was nothing if not a creature of comfort. And he made it so very easy to spoil him, accepting your love and affection with open arms.

You nestle deeper into the nest of pillows that made up the corner you had decided to call your own, novel discarded beside you and your goblet of wine long emptied of its contents resting against the floorboards. With a small huff your attention turns from your surroundings to said owner of the studio, watching him weave the needle in and out of the fabric in his hands, focus intent on his art.

He had such beautiful hands, you couldn’t help but think. Hands as well-versed in sowing chaos as easily as they could thread a needle to create the tiniest of embellishments upon a single piece of silk. Hands as intimately versed in the art of death as they were in the art of drawing pleasure. Sometimes, you think, he is secretly desperate to prove that his hands no longer have to steal, cheat, or seduce for others and instead were capable to creating something soft and vulnerable for himself instead.

With a small stretch you sit yourself upright, adjusting the lovingly embroidered straps of the light linen dress you wore to compensate for the overbearing warmth of summer. You were always content to accept any creation Astarion made for you and your dress was no exception, tailored to perfection to sit on your curves perfectly with small decorations of lace and embroidery as he saw fit.

As though drawn by your thoughts, his carmine gaze glances up to meet your own. Astarion’s eyes linger upon your form as you slowly stand and stretch your arms high above your head, back arching slightly with the motion before you step to the nearest open window. A light breeze ruffles your hair as you rest your elbows on the sill, careful of the several plants currently residing there as your eyes move to watch the people below weave through the streets in the darkness.

“Dearest, do you mind lending me those ever-so-lovely eyes of yours for a moment?” His voice is a casual drawl. “I wish to seek your opinion on this particular color scheme.”

You turn to face him from your spot at the window as he gestures to the work in his hand with a small movement of his wrist, and quickly step across the floor to stop at his side. You glance down to see the wooden embroidery hoop he holds with measured regard in one hand, the other carefully grasping a small, sharp needle. You lean in slightly to see better, your breasts adding the barest of pressure against his arm.

You focus your vision upon the delicate pattern of his needlework, the threads weaving together to create an intricate pattern of scrolling vines and abundant spring blossoms in a warm milky white adorning the collar of a cream colored linen shirt, the colors almost ethereal together in their similarity.

“I hate to break this to you, but…I do believe it is simply cream upon cream,” you say with a small smile gracing your lips. “What ever is there for me to even give my opinion on?”

“It’s called monochrome, my dear.” Astarion gives you a look of affectionate exasperation before continuing, “Despite what everyone seems to think, I am capable of subtlety when the occasion permits.” You briefly turn to look at him, an elegant eyebrow arching in amusement.

He rolls his eyes and scoffs slightly before murmuring, “Certainly those pretty eyes of yours can see the differences despite the similarity of color?”

Sure enough, upon further inspection you could pick out the slightest hint of metallic gold threaded throughout the creamy colored delicate flowers and surrounding vines, the only detail differentiating the colors from one another. The subtle shine of the golden threads were mesmerizing to follow with your eyes, the candlelight bouncing off of them creating fiery highlights on the raised embroidery. Like everything Astarion touched, it was undeniably beautiful.

“I suppose it looks decent.” You tease, pressing your chest further into his arm while your attention shifts to the elegant planes of his face. He was simply so easy to admire, the way his hair always seemed to fall so perfectly into place, his mouth held soft in concentration looked so inviting.

A noise of protest leaves his lips at the mere thought his creation was only ‘decent’, and you can’t help but laugh at the reaction while leaning in to press a soft kiss to his pale cheek.

“It must be so hard to have such artistic merit, Astarion. I’m afraid such a talentless individual as myself can’t fully appreciate such craft and workmanship.” You playfully lean your body back and throw a hand up your forehead in mock distress, earning a short laugh from him.

“Despite such questionable opinions, you are far my talentless, my dear.” Astarion sets aside the hoop and needle to the far edge of the worktable and turns in his chair, settling his full attention on you.

“In fact, I would be more than willing to remind you of the several of the talents you possess.”

Slowly, he draws his eyes from your features to glance down at the twin pinprick scars decorating your neck before slowly continuing lower to finally rest on a spot above your breasts. He brings his fingertips to brush lightly against the skin, pressing against the delicate lace trim of the neckline, sweeping slowly and softly back and forth against the swells. He watches the sudden intake of your breath with interest before his eyes glide up to meet your own again.

A slow, feline smile graces his lips. “Such a distraction, dearest. Especially when you press these lovely breasts of yours into me.”

You match his smile with a sly one of your own.

“Can you blame me?” You give a half-hearted shrug, hardly caring that you had been caught in your so-called crime. “It’s quite hard to not want to be close to such a beautiful individual like yourself.”

“Ah yes, there it is. Talent number one: flattery.”

He moves the hand tracing patterns against your skin upward, glancing touches against your neck, before curling his fingers underneath your chin to bring your face closer to his own.

You knew he could easily see the effects of his relatively innocent ministrations, could view the inevitable pink beginning to decorate your cheeks.

Could smell it in the blood beginning to race through your veins.

Astarion had always known exactly what to say made you breathless and had never held back on using that knowledge to his advantage to make you weak to his whims.

“Now be a good girl and take a seat.” His voice is low, hungry; he leans forward and both his hands find your waist and pull.

You feel your body relax easily into his touch, letting him smooth your skirts out of the way as he brings you towards his waiting lap. Your hips instantly connect together, fabric the only barrier between you. You feel a telltale twitch beneath you, signaling his pleasure at the slight friction created by the connection and your hips grind against his own instinctually, the friction and pressure adding to the growing warmth deep in your belly.

Astarion leans forward, connecting his mouth with your own in a scalding kiss, moaning into your mouth as his hips roll against your own, his growing erection pressing closer to your covered center.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull yourself even closer to him as your hands card through the silver curls sitting at the back of his neck. Opening your mouth, you lick against his lips hoping he will open them for you. Astarion obliges, meeting your tongue halfway.

Your tongue brushes against a sensitive fang, drawing another moan out of him and he slowly pulls away from the kiss, lightly nipping at your bottom lip as he leaves before moving to press small, sweet kisses across your jaw.

“Would you indulge me a snack, dearest?” He presses a quick kiss followed by a small lick to the skin behind your ear, sending a shiver of pleasure down your skin.

“I suppose I could be convinced…” Breathy sighs fall from your lips as he peppers kisses down the elegant column of your neck. “Quite easily perhaps, too.”

“Will you give me a small taste, my dear?” he mouths the words against your skin, lips hot.

Your eyes fall closed at his kisses. “You know you don’t even have to ask to have my blood. I give it to you, freely, and I always will.” With a tilt of your head you grant him more access to continue his search.

“I don’t deserve you.” “Absolutely false. You deserve everything.” The words roll off your tongue with quick ease, certain you’ve never spoken truer words.

As Astarion moves the straps of your dress aside to hang off your shoulders and free the expanse of your neck and collar he finds the spot he had been looking for, laving the area with his tongue briefly before he bites down.

A split second of burning heat as his fangs dig into the flesh of your neck with as much delicacy as he can manage before he finally begins to suck, the pull of the blood leaving your body as he drinks brings a decidedly indecent moan to your lips, the heat of your core growing wetter with every draw of his mouth.

As Astarion drinks in your lifeblood in slow gulps, you feel his hands moving to the neckline of your dress and he grabs at it, pulling the fabric down across your chest, exposing more and more of you with every pull of the fabric. You had forgone a corset today in an attempt at comfort in an unending battle against humidity, trusting the bodice of your dress to instead keep your (somewhat questionable) modesty in tact.

The rush of cold air combined with the sudden brush of his chilled hands against your breasts as he lets the dress fall to hang freely around your waist draws a surprised gasp from your lips. You move your arms out of the straps before burying them again in his silver locks.

He quickly brings a free hand up to grasp a breast, brushing his thumb over a newly hardened nipple. Extricating his fangs from your neck, his tongue moves to lick up the blood tracing down from the wound, not letting a single drop go to waste.

“Such a delightful little treat,” he murmurs against your skin, lips brushing with every movement as your hips grind downward against his growing erection in slow rolls.

His lips move further down your chest, no longer following the trail of fresh blood but that of the blood in your veins leading to your heart.

Astarion presses a chaste kiss over the place where your heart beats, your back arching with the movement of his lips as he moves lower to capture a hardened peak. A soft cry at the touch of his mouth falls from your lips, the motion of his tongue drawing circles around the bud sending a flash of heat straight to your core.

He laves at the bud, alternating licks and soft bites in a bid to stoke the fire inside you even higher, his free hand coming up to massage its twin with delicate motions.

Astarion cants his hips up into yours as he sucks hard at your breast, his prominent erection pressing into your growing wetness before his mouth moves to your other breast, continuing his ministrations.

“Astarion, please, I need more.” You whine, attempting to press harder against his erection in hopes the touch will grant a reprieve from the building heat between your thighs.

“As you wish, my love.” He grants your request with a whisper, his hands falling on your thighs to support you as he moves to stand, bringing you with him. Chair pushing back with the movement, he places you on the desk in front of him as his hips spread your thighs.

Desperate to keep the connection between the two of your bodies, Astarion stands between your legs, pressing close. His hands skate up your body to land on your cheeks, tilting your face to look up at his own as a thumb brushes absentmindedly against your bottom lip. He leans down to press his lips to your forehead, your eyes, cheeks, nose, and finally your lips.

“Lay back, love,” His words are a whisper as one hand makes it way from your cheek to rest on the back of your head. “It’s alright, I’ve got you.”

His eyes never leave your own as your body relaxes, trusting him, and he leans you back onto the tabletop with care until your body meets the wood.

Barely breathing, you watch as his hands made their way teasingly downwards, skating over your bared breasts to find the skirt of your dress, moving to push the thin fabric tantalizingly up your thighs to settle around your waist and out of the way. Astarion’s eyes settle upon a tiny, lacy pair of panties, the fabric the only thing keeping you from being completely bared to him.

“You’re just utterly shameless, aren’t you?’ He tsks, “Seducing me away from my work like this.” Astarion’s eyes rove your form laying beneath him in reverence, the silken strands of your hair spread like a halo around your face and your dress a mess around your waist.

He was so beautiful it made your heart feel like it was going to beat out of your chest.

With bated breath, you raise a hand to draw your fingers softly over his cheek, capturing his attention.

“Promise me that you will tell me if this gets to be too much for you,” Your eyes meet his as you watch his expression fill with sudden affection at your request.

“What a sweet thing you are,” Astarion brings a hand to cover the one you had placed over his cheek. “Thank you for always taking care of me so.” With a small movement, he turns his head to bring his lips to press against your palm.

“I promise you that anything and everything I do with you is my choice.” Astarion moves the hand that covers yours to flit down your body, teasing touches over your peaked nipples, down your belly, before brushing against the line of your underwear. A sudden intake of breath escapes your lungs as he watches your stomach jump with the touch.

A smirk graces his face as he moves those same fingers lower, brushing lightly against the gusset of your underwear before pressing harder against the growing damp of the lace. His touch creates a sweet friction, your wetness mixed with the texture of the lace and the pressure of his fingers drawing a soft moan from you.

You whine as his fingers pull your underwear to the side, Astarion moving to slide his fingertips up and down your exposed slit, spreading your wetness. He makes teasing passes around the small pearl that rests above; close but never quite touching where you need him, your arousal aiding the smooth glide of his motions.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already this wet for me, darling?”

“You know I always aim to please.” The words are hard won but you manage to give him a haughty smile nonetheless, trying to maintain the last shred of willpower you have left to pretend to be unaffected.

He moves to pump a finger shallowly inside you, not nearly deep enough to provide any relief. You gasp at feeling, attempting to roll your hips in hopes to bring his finger deeper. But just as quickly as he enters he leaves, eliciting a noise of frustration from you.

“Patience, patience.” He tuts, hands moving to your hips to tug at the lace resting over them. He yanks at the fabric, and you raise you bottom to aid him in finally removing them. Astarion pockets the pair with a smug look as his hands move to spread your thighs further apart.

With every push of your thighs Astarion bares you to him, your arousal glistening against your center in the low light.

“You know, dearest, I think I would maybe like to have a taste of something else as well.” You feel your cunt clench at the prospect, adding to the building heat deep inside you.

“Consider me at your mercy, then.” A smirk from him at your blessing as he slowly lowers himself to his knees before your spread legs.

Astarion is supplicant before you as he rests his head on your upper thigh, unfairly close to where you want him most. Your hips jump in anticipation as he begins pressing tantalizingly soft kisses into the crease where your hip meets your thigh.

You feel his fingers touch you finally, delicately spreading your folds as he watches your most intimate place open for him. His thumb comes to rest against your clit, rubbing lightly at the small bud and you release a contented hum at the warmth of the pleasure inside your body growing with the movement of his fingers.

Your eyes fall shut at the sheer relief of his attention, his expertise in knowing exactly how and where to touch to drive you wild drawing a moan from you. Your hand falls from its place in his hair to land beside your head, jostling errant sewing supplies from their resting place next to you.

“Careful, darling. Watch those lovely hands of yours to not catch on a needle. I would so hate for you to bleed so needlessly.” A roguish smile alights his lips as he lowers his mouth to lick a slow stripe up your center, intent to collect as much of your wetness on his tongue as he can.

Your hand immediately finds its way back to his hair, gripping his silver curls mindlessly as he begins to work his tongue up and down your center, tracing patterns against your sex as he goes.

His tongue moves to finally circle your clit with small movements, intent to drive your pleasure higher and higher with every pass. His mouth moves lower, licking across your folds as he finds your entrance, tracing around it with agonizingly slow motions.

Astarion is quick to move a hand to rest over your belly as your hips jut up, applying soft pressure as he grows bold in his motions and his tongue moves to push inside of you. Your grip on his curls grows harder with every thrust of his tongue inside your body, head thrown back and moans growing louder as he brings you closer and closer to completion.

The hand resting on your stomach moves to press lightly at your clit, once again resuming the small circles round and around as his tongue continues its exploration deep in your core, eating you out with fervor.

Astarion continues to lave inside you, his soft tongue whorling against your walls as his fingers expertly work your clit in tandem with your cries as your hips ride his face, thighs shaking as your orgasm barrels towards you.

And it’s just like that when you cry out and finally come, his tongue moving deep inside as his finger strums your clit with practiced motions and the feeling is white-hot as you plunge into your ecstasy. He licks up your come greedily, tongue never stopping its endeavor as you ride the wave of your orgasm, breathy cries leaving your lips and hips rolling until your body finally relaxes.

Shaking in the aftermath of your orgasm, your hand falls from Astarion’s hair to rest over your eyes as your breathing begins to even out and you finally come down from the high, Astarion cleaning up your cum until you can take it no longer, hips jerking in overstimulation away from his mouth.

Astarion places a light kiss over your clit before raising up from his knees back to his full height, your slick glistening on his chin and lips in the light of the candles as his still clothed cock brushes against your empty center.

Astarion leans forward, arms caging your head as he leans down to nuzzle your cheek whispering ardent words, “Out of all the beautiful things in this room, you are by far the most gorgeous.”

His admission momentarily stuns you. Astarion had never been shy in his admirations of your beauty and while you had grown more used to them during your time together he still managed to catch you off guard with such compliments from time to time.

“Can I please touch you? Taste you?” You pant, desperation coloring your words in the wake of his earlier admission as you begin to push yourself up onto your elbows. Astarion’s hand comes down and gently presses on your chest instead, and you lower yourself back down at the gentle command in the gleaming red of his eyes.

“You can put that clever mouth of yours to use later, my dear. I have other plans for you, I think.” His eye rove your features before pressing his mouth upon yours in a fevered kiss, his tongue licking against your lips asking for entry. You can taste the essence of yourself on his lips and groan at the taste, opening yours to tangle his tongue with your own.

Astarion deepens the kiss as his hands find your own and grasping them gently, he brings them down his body to rest upon his still-clothed cock.

“You said you wanted to touch. Indulge me, lover.” His lips never leave your own as he speaks the words, tongue sneaking out to lick at your bottom lip.

Your hands spring to action immediately to palm his cock through his leather pants before you find the laces holding him and undo them with deft fingers familiar with the task.

Astarion’s thick cock springs free of the confines of the pants and your fingers find the beads of precum decorating the tip and spread the wetness down his length. your fingers glide from top to bottom in smooth motions over the veined velvet of him, his essence aiding your ministrations as his mouth falls open from the sheer indulgence of your touch. His head falls heavily onto your shoulder and his lips move over the spot he fed from earlier, kissing and licking the area as your hands work him closer to closer to the edge.

Lifting a hand from him you bring your fingers to your own wetness, drawing your fingertips through your slick before pumping two of them inside yourself in an imitation of his own motions earlier as you moan at the feeling.

Astarion glances down to see your fingers buried in your own cunt, the sight making him go impossibly harder as he watches you briefly pleasure the both of you. With a whine, your fingers leave your body to return to Astarion, a mixture of your arousal and come coating your fingers as your spread it onto his waiting cock, increasing your rhythm to rub him faster.

“Gods Above, you really are something else.” His pupils are blown out in lust as he groans at both the sight and feel of your hands working his shaft, one hand massaging the crown of his cock while the other works him closer to the base in quick motions.

A wicked thought strikes your mind, and you almost feel badly for even entertaining the idea. Almost.

You can feel his breath fanning your neck with every pass of your hands, his moans growing more unrestrained as your ministrations draw him to edge of completion. Without warning you withdraw your hands from his weeping cock, cruelly denying him the climax he was so close to.

Astarion’s head flies up from where it rests on your shoulder as a noise of disbelief leaves his lips and he shoots you a look of pure shock. The knowledge you caught him so unaware has you riding another kind of high, one you rarely had the privilege of reveling in.

“You little minx! Who knew you were capable of such cruelty. You’re going to pay for that, you know.”

Mischief settles on your features. “Maybe that was the goal.”

“Ask and you shall receive, little love. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His lips curve with a devilish grin, eyes glinting in the candlelight as his hands move to grip your waist, fingertips pressing hard into the soft skin.

“How should I make you pay for it, then?” He muses. “Should I shove my cock into that tight, sweet cunt of yours and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand? Or maybe I should make good use of that wicked little mouth of yours and fill it instead?”

His darkening eyes bore into your own, your cheeks heating at his suggestions as you shift under his contemplation.

“You do look quite beautiful like that, you know. Mouth stretched around me as I fuck your throat. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You give an enthusiastic nod at the prospect, excited for whatever punishment he deems appropriate to hand out.

Without warning, you feel the hands upon your waist move to lift you up and flip you over, your stomach making contact with the table as your bare breasts press tight against the wood grain. His hand comes to rest in the center of your back, pushing you further into the surface. You move your head to rest your cheek upon the table, the coolness of the wood a welcome sensation to the quickly rebuilding heat inside you as your eyes glance up to meet his own in curiosity.

“Too bad. I have another idea instead.” His voice is deep with promise.

Such trouble you had gotten yourself into, it seems.

Cool hands move from your back to the forgotten skirt of your dress to flip it upward to rest around your waist once more, exposing your ass and glistening center to the warm air.

Astarion brings his hand down hard against one of your cheeks, the sharpness of the spank making you cry out as surprise and pleasure mingle into one. He rubs the growing red mark left on your skin before bending down to press a his lips to it, soothing the area with barely-there kisses.

He brings both hands to your ass now, rubbing soothing circles over the area before moving to pull your rear cheeks apart, allowing Astarion to see absolutely everything.

A wave of embarrassment hits you to be put on such display for his vision despite his knowledge of your body, and you fidget slightly under his intent gaze of your most intimate areas.

“Astarion…” you let out a moan and he is quick to shush you as he moves a hand off your asscheek to brush his thumb in light circles over your asshole.

“Maybe I should take you here instead, I know how much you love when I play with your pretty ass.” His voice is deep, eyes impossibly dark.

“Oh fuck,” His words draw a ragged moan from your lips at the mere thought, setting your neglected pussy on fire with need.

“Prove to me you can be a good girl.” His thumb applies soft pressure before it leaves you to be replaced by his lips. He presses a soft kiss to the tight hole before kissing downwards and licking deep into your cunt without warning, lapping at your waiting wetness.

“Gods, Astarion…” your hips press backwards towards his waiting mouth. “Whatever you want, wherever you want, my love. I’ll do anything. I just want you inside of me.” Your voice is hoarse with need, no longer caring to win this little game you had started.

You feel Astarion’s mouth leave your pussy and whine at the loss, but he is quick replace your empty cunt with two of his elegant fingers instead, sliding them in and out at slow, measured pace.

“Do you think I should let you come one more time before I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk properly?” You are helpless to do anything other than nod your head in insistence, hoping he won’t rob you of your orgasm the way you had done to him. “I don’t know if you deserve it yet.”

Astarion slowly pulls his fingers out of your body only to add a third finger on the plunge back in, drawing a cry from your lips at the sudden fullness.

His fingers push deep and curl inside of you pressing against that special spot over and over again, driving you to new heights as the lightest veil of tears begins to dust your lashes at the sheer bliss of the feeling.

Noticing the tears, you feel Astarion immediately stop his ministrations and lean over your back to look into your eyes with concern, a noise of protest at the lack of motion falls from your mouth as his fingers slowly leave your body to rest on your hip, brushing calming circles on your skin.

“Is this too much, love?” Any trace of his teasing dominance is gone from his voice as he speaks the words to you clearly, looking intently for any indication you needed him to step back from the scene the two of you had created. “We can stop, darling, if you need to. I don’t want you to push yourself too far to please me.”

You smile at genuine concern evident on his face, blinking away the sheen of tears.

Pushing your hips back into him with as much motion as you can manage in your prone position against the table, you lean your body up in hopes to press a kiss to his lips. Astarion leans in, mouth quick to meet you halfway in a kiss as his spare hand moves to cup your cheek.

“The only thing you are pushing is my patience, love. Please don’t stop.” You beg, hoping he will acquiesce to your desire to continue as you lower your body back down onto the table. “The only thing I want in this moment is to come so hard I can’t think straight and then to have that beautiful cock of yours inside of me in whatever way you wish to give it to me.”

“Insatiable. Who taught you such language?” His body follows yours down, back pressing against your own as his lips brush against yours as he speaks the words, the concern leaving his eyes replaced with mounting desire.

“Believe me, there is nothing I want more than to be buried deep inside you,” The hand on your hip makes its way back towards your center. “Make me the same promise I made you earlier.”

The words come to your mouth effortlessly.

“I promise you that anything and everything I do with you is my choice.” You recite the words softly, with ease.

Quieter now, you whisper. “I trust you, Astarion.”

You know how much your words and trust mean to him, can see it in his unguarded expression. Astarion didn’t put much trust in the Gods, but he would never stop thanking whichever one it was that brought your paths together. His fingers gently graze your pussy, ringing around your entrance with soft, teasing touches.

“I love you.” Astarion says before pressing his lips firmly to your own, those same three fingers finally slipping back inside.

Astarion renews the pace of his fingers right away, pressing and curling with precise motions meant to bring you to the brink.

You give into the sensation of every movement of his fingers, mouth open and eyes falling shut at the feeling and it’s not long before he has you once again close to your orgasm.

“Please, don’t stop,” you whimper as your thighs begin to shake.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Astarion brings his other hand down your body to brush lightly against your clit. He sounds as lost in desire as you feel. “Want to feel you come on my hand. Can you do that for me, sweet thing?”

His words have you clenching hard on his fingers, the pressure of them against your insides combined with the fingers of his other hand brushing light, concentric circles over your clit have you coming within moments of his request.

“Such a good girl to give me what I want so easily.” You barely hear the words that fall from his lips through the haze of your ongoing orgasm, the feeling of his breath on the skin of your ear serving to only enhancing the moment.

Your body spasms around his fingers and cries of ecstasy fall from your lips as he continues, working you through your orgasm while his lips press soothing kisses anywhere his lips can reach—your face, your neck, the tip of your ear.

“That’s it. You always look so beautiful when you come for me.”

Slowly, finally you feel your body begin to relax through the haze of your orgasm. Your mind comes back to you and you release a small laugh as your breath starts to even out, feeling him leave your body. Without breaking eye contact, he brings the fingers that had filled you so deeply to his mouth and licks them clean. The sight of it sends a wave of heat right back to your cunt, a shudder of anticipation running through you.

“I think you already succeeded in your wish to make me unable to stand.” You pant.

“And to think I haven’t even fucked you yet.” His cock is hard as his eyes scan your form from the flesh of your core to the flush of your cheeks, your eyes glassy with a haze of lust.

“I think I want to fuck you just like this.” He whispers into your ear as his hands run soothingly over your back. “I like you this, on display as you wait for me.” You desperately attempt to push your hips back to brush against his uncovered cock, looking for any bit of friction.

You watch him from your place on the table, the lithe way his body moves as he takes off his luxurious silk shirt to expose his chest.

His beauty was almost otherworldly as the dancing candlelight illuminates the carved marble of his skin, light and shadow creating a moving chiaroscuro upon the planes of his body.

He looked like a god.

“You are so beautiful.” Your words are a mere whisper as he moves his thick cock to finally brush against your center, slicking himself in your spend as the tip catches against your clit, drawing twin moans from you both.

Grabbing your hips, Astarion positions himself at your entrance and begins to slowly push inside, so familiar with your body he barely needs to guide his cock.

His head drops to press a kiss to your shoulder before righting himself again, hissing in pleasure at the feeling of your walls closing around him as he slides in, your wetness aiding him as he bottoms out and his hips press hard against your own.

Low moans escape you at the sheer feeling of his cock stretching and sliding home and your hands move grasp for purchase on the desk as he slowly begins to rock back and forth.

“If only you could see yourself now,” His voice is deep as he watches himself pull his cock out of your body almost completely, only the head left resting shallowly inside you before pushing forward with a hard thrust, hitting a place so deep you let out a ragged cry at the feeling.

“Gods, Astarion, just like that.” He fucks you hard, the force of his thrusts pushing you back and forth with small motions, breasts pressing hard against the wood of the table as one of your hands finds his own still holding your hips. You grab at his wrist in hopes he will take it, needing to touch more of him. Sensing your need Astarion takes your hand, bringing it to his lips to press a soft kiss on the back of it before resting your joined hands on your lower back.

“No one takes my cock like you,” He pants through his thrusting. “You were made for me, weren’t you?”

Supplications fall from his lips as he moves in and out of your body, showering you with worship as if you were his own private deity. His words further kindle the rising flame inside your belly, every touch of his cock against your walls serving to push you closer and closer to your third orgasm.

“Only you,” you pant, hips canting back into his own to match the rhythm of his thrusts. “No one else.”

You feel so incredibly full with your body positioned like this, every movement of his cock has him pressing hard against your sweet spot, the feeling like heaven as cries fall from your lips.

“I love how wet you get for me, darling,” Astarion can feel you tighten around him as you grow nearer to your orgasm, your body trembling and cunt pulsing with pleasure as your hips drive back into his own. The feeling of you so close to your orgasm has hips losing their rhythm, his eagerness at the two of you reaching your end together driving him to move harder with every press inside you.

You love seeing him, feeling him like this. His hips finally moving with wild abandon, chasing pure instinct as he moves fast and deep inside your body. A hand comes up to settle in your unbound hair, softly gripping the silk-like strands in his fingers and in his passion he pulls softly, the motion lifting your head. His lips lower to your ear as his back presses fully against your own, the feeling of his cock moving even deeper inside you unmatched. Between his chest against your back and his cock moving so deep he was practically rutting inside, you were almost certain your cunt had never felt so full. Breathless whimpers escape your mouth at the feeling, eyes closing in complete ecstasy as the sound of his own moans against your ear leaves your cunt clenching hard as he hits your g-spot over and over again with each deep thrust.

“Beg for it. Beg for me to let you cum.”

And beg you do.

“Please, Astarion!” A chorus of pleas rise from your throat voicing your desperation as his tongue licks the shell of your ear, the hand in your hair tightening slightly with every word and moan that falls from your lips.

You can barely think as you feel your orgasm careen towards you, unintelligible in your words as you lose yourself in the feeling of your bodies. Astarion’s cock hits that deep inside spot at your front wall once more, and you finally let go, orgasm taking over your body, stars behind your eyes in all-consuming pleasure. You recognize Astarion nearing his own end, his hips rutting into yours as you ride out your orgasm on his cock, cunt squeezing him in a vice. He comes with a drawn-out moan as he paints your insides with his cum, hips shuttering until his thrusts slow down.

Astarion stays inside you, cock softening as he rubs his hands up and down your sides as you both come down from your high, his cold cheek pressed against your shoulder. With deep breaths you take air so heavy and sweet with your shared lust into your lungs, the weight of Astarion on your back an anchor to the world.

With one final pump Astarion pulls himself from your body, watching as your empty cunt weeps with a mixture of his and your own cum. Before he can stop himself, he reaches two fingers up to catch the cum on his fingertips, gently pushing it back inside you before it can fall out onto the table resting below your hips.

“Wouldn’t want you to waste a single drop, my love.”

You whine and buck your hips, overstimulated after coming so many times in a row. With one last press of his fingers, he leaves your cunt, leaning forward to place a kiss on the small of your back.

Astarion grabs a discarded piece of silk off the table beside your head and he gently wipes at the mess that threatens to leave your body before cleaning his own spent cock. As your breathing returns to its normal pace, you push yourself up slightly.

“Silk. Really, Astarion?”

“Only the best for you, my love.” Astarion is quick to help you off the table, steadying you as you sway slightly after being in the same position for so long. He presses a kiss to your lips as he helps pull your dress back up over your breasts and into place.

“I would ask if I was too rough, but I know you better than that.” His remark makes you laugh as you lean into him, throwing your arms around his neck with a wide smile.

“You know, I think I’m missing a tiny piece of my clothing,” Your eyebrows raise as you gesture to his pocket where a tiny piece of darkened lace sticks out from. "You wouldn’t happen to know where it is, would you?”

“Why bother?” Astarion gives a casual shrug as he waves off your query. “I’m just going to take them off of you again when we get home.”

He stuffs the underwear in question deeper into his pocket, patting it securely before flashing you a crafty smile.

“After all, I haven’t even had my dinner yet.” He leans in, setting your heart aflame with a passionate kiss before grabbing your hand to lead you out the door and into the waiting night.

#i have lost my mind and i have no regrets #astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion x female tav #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x f!tav #astarion x f!reader #my writing

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petite-madame · 4 months

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Art Summary 2023: It’s that time of the year again!

This year was really for me “The year of fine fabrics” because a lot of artworks I created were excuses to paint velvet, silk and embroideries. See you next year with even more fine fabrics and over the top outfits (all sported by my favorite characters, obviously 🤓). I'm also going to try to finish the 20 WIPs I have in my "WIP folder" and not to start anything new *sigh*. Happy Holidays 🥳💖

PS: if you want to see artworks that were not posted on Tumblr you have the list HERE.

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Starfall With The General

Cassian X Fem Reader

Summary: Starfall is upon the inner circle the first one since Rhys has returned from Under the Mountain. You are finding more reasons to celebrate as your brother has finally returned home. The only thing missing is your favorite General, who unbeknownst to you planned a night you would never forget.

Content warning: Brief mention of abuse, talks about grief

A/N: Few things! First this is my first time writing for ACOTAR so feedback is always welcome! Secondly, if anyone is interested in a second part of this please let me know!

Word Count: 3k

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, you looked at the black off the shoulder, lace dress that hugged your curves a slit rising to your mid-thigh with your eyes and red painted on your lips you bit the inside of your lip second guessing the choice of attire. “Mor, don’t you think that this dress is a bit much?” You called out as the bubbly blonde stepped out of the bathroom holding something in her hands. You smoothed out the lace that hugged your hips and became slightly self-conscious of how tight it was. Silver lace whirled around the black fabric making you look like you were hugged by light shadows.

Mor approached you giving you a once over, as you noticed that something was glistening in her hands. “Nonsense, you look like a goddess and with these,” She opened her hand to reveal a hairpin with a red jewel on the end with a velvet choker with another red jewel matching the one on the hairpiece, causing You to raise her brow, “You will have males and females on their knees.” Mor met your eyes and sighed, “Trust me.” You nodded in acknowledgment for her to continue and Mor pulled back some of your hair behind your pointed ear and slid the pin in. Moving behind You she placed the choker around her neck, the red jewel glistening in the candlelight.

Mor gripped your shoulders and looked at you through the mirror, “You look beautiful, Y/N,” she smiled, and you reached for her hand to give it a squeeze. “I bet you’ll captivate the attention of a certain General too.” Your heartrate sped at the mention of the General of the Night Court’s armies, causing Mor to laugh picking up on the different pace your heart was not beating at, “I’m going to check on Feyre, see you downstairs?” You nodded and released Mor’s hand as the blonde sauntered out of your bedroom.

Your gaze reverted to the mirror at your reflection. The glistening of the Red Jewel on the choker complimented the extravagant gown. The color scheme reminded you of Illyrian leathers and red siphons, you placed your hand over the jewel and let your mind wander to Lord of Bloodshed. His warm hazel eyes, his jovial smile that made your pulse quicken, even his wings that always tucked you close when you were cold, his hands that you on more than one occasion imagined around your-

A knock on the door caused You to jolt out of your stupor and you step away from the mirror and reach for the door. You smiled as Azriel stood on the other side of the door. You drank in the Shadowsinger as he had forgone the flight leathers and wore a black dress shirt that complimented his tone figure and dress pants. His shadows lingered low on his shoulders barely stirring at her assessing gaze. You met his hazel eyes, “Well, Shadowsinger, I must say you clean up nicely.”

Azriel took a moment to gaze you his observant eyes locked on her necklace and the crimson-colored jewel that deigned your neck. His eyes met yours again with gave her a smirk, “I could say the same about you.” He held out his arm and you slid your arm through his as the two of you made your descent to the party. A cool sensation kissed your neck causing you to giggle as shadows swirled around your neck and bare back tickled you. “They like you.” Az teased and he let out an exasperated sigh, “And they insist you know that you look beautiful tonight. Heat rose in your cheeks at the compliment and your eyes widened as lips pressed lightly on your flushed face causing you to pause stop in her tracks. “My shadows aren’t wrong, Y/N, you are a vision tonight.” you met his eyes, and found mischief behind them, “Could have the Lord of Bloodshed on his knees worshiping you tonight.”

Your brows furrowed slightly at the suggestion; this was the second occurrence that your close friends brought up Cassian having his attention on you that night. It was making it more difficult to dampen with the swell of hope it gave you. Cassian was your best friend had been for as long as you could remember, and you were naturally attracted to him but never wanted to pursue anything more. You didn’t want to risk his rejection as he had so quickly become an unwavering presence in your life that it was not worth risking losing his friendship in the hopes of something more. He was kind and patient but always pushed you to your limits to make you a better fighter, and friend. The Lord of Bloodshed was loyal as well going as far as defending you, when and Illyrian who made a comment on her figure and her capability to fight. He was everything you wanted and would hope your mate-

The cold kiss of a shadow against your hand brought you back to the present and to Azriel who had his brows furrowed in concern, “Where did you go?”

You waved him off and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, “No where, come on, Spymaster, I don’t want to miss the show.” You could tell that Azriel didn’t believe you but wasn’t going to push you on it. As they approached the entrance to the ballroom in the House of Wind the noise of people on the other side grew louder. Both you and Azriel pushed open the doors and were greeted with heads turning in our direction. You took a sharp intake of breath, having the attention on you especially being part of the High Lord’s court was something you never were used to.

As you walked into the room conversations resumed, A scarred hand gave yours a comforting squeeze, “Want something to drink?” Az’s whispered. You nodded and he untangled your arms to go fetch drinks for the two of you.

Leaving you to scan for the rest of your friends and by the open balcony doors violet eyes met your own. The High Lord of the Night Court gave you a smile and you could feel something trying to break through your shields and let him in, “you trying to out dress me at my own party, Y/N, you wound me.”

You rolled your eyes as you headed in his direction, “If only to knock your ego down a peg, Rhys”. Looking at the high lord and how handsome he looked in his signature formal wear smiling in your direction you couldn’t help but think of Starfall years previous, when Rhys was trapped under that dreaded mountain, there were no lavish parties, no celebrations. Only the hope one day your friend would come home to enjoy it with you was what kept you from falling apart all those years. Him being home and even though there was a faint look of exhaustion in his star-flecked eyes, he overall looked happy.

Rhys smile grew as he grabbed you in a tight embrace, “I am happy, Y/N.” You weren’t even upset that you let your feelings flood to him if only for a moment. You pulled away and the pad of his thumb brushes away stray tears that have fallen on their own. “Don’t waste your tears on me.”

You grip his hand and give it a comforting squeeze, “It’s just nice, to have you back home.” Another intake of breath, “I missed you, terribly, and there was a point I never thought I’d see you again,” His hand squeezes yours in response. You open your mind to him and show him the love and appreciation you have for him, things you never got a chance to say before he was ripped away from you.

His eyes glean as tears of his own threaten to spill but he clears his throat, blinks a few times and kisses the knuckles of the hand he has not let go of. “We need to catch up, you and I, what say we have dinner soon just us.”

You nodded earnestly, “I would like that a lot, Rhys,” you whispered.

“Me too, you know you have always been like a sister to me, and that I love you.” I nod my head, “Good,” he says aloud and really takes in your appearance, as if his mind is also wandering off to those 50 years when he didn’t believe he was going to celebrate Starfall with his family either. He shakes his head slightly and smiles at you, looking you up head to toe, “You look beautiful, tonight. Any reason in particular for wearing Red and Black?” His eyebrow quirks.

You release his hand and cross your arms, “Mor is a busybody who ambushed me and chose my outfit and the accessories for them,” you grumbled and that caused Rhys to chuckle as Azriel approached with three glasses in his hand, handing one to yourself and the High Lord. Azriel meets Rhys’ gaze, and the prolonged silence told you that they were having a conversation. You let them have an interaction as you scanned the room once more hoping to see her general.

You look back over to the two Illyrian warriors to see that their gaze has reached the entrance where Mor and Feyre stood. Feyre was gorgeous in that silver gown that resembled starlight, her eyes scanning the room until she found Rhys’ and he sucked in a breath, like air had been ripped from his lungs. Azriel and you gave a quick glance, smirking at one another. “Go get your girl, High Lord.” You mused causing Rhysand to give you a dirty look as you of all people rarely called him by his title. “Go on, enjoy tonight, you have earned that right.” You planted a chaste kiss to his cheek and pushed him toward the entrance to meet his cousin and the once human girl halfway.

Azriel closed the space that Rhys left, stepping closer to you, “Cassian is going to be late, said he had a few things left to take care of before he arrived,” Azriel said casually sipping from his glass as the two of you looked at Rhys talking with Mor and Feyre.

“Hmm,” was your only response, taking another sip as Rhys grabbed Feyre’s hand and took her away from the party, a pang of jealousy sat low in your abdomen, not because of Rhys’ affection toward Feyre, you were glad that your brother had found someone he enjoys, but wishing someone would look at her the way he had with Feyre, his mate. You had a good life, a great family who loved and doted on you, but there was a part of you that yearned for that unyielding love and devotion from someone, the love you read about as a child and later as an adult with your romance book collection. You took another sip of your drink and watched others gather and dance enjoying the festivities.

A few hours Everyone began congregating towards the open balcony doors as the night raged on. You had lost Azriel in the crowd, not long after he told you Cassian was going to be late. Well, the stars were about to pass through at any moment, and he still hadn’t shown up. Worry and fear sat in the pit of your stomach hoping that something was wrong and that he was hurt. Then the hair on the back of your neck stood up, and a distinct tug had you walking away from the crowd and toward the door.

Taking a look back one last time Azriel’s gaze found yours and he lifted his glass and gave you a nod of goodbye as you left the party. Following the pull that led you up the stairs to your room, you opened your door. Slipping off your shoes a moan escaping your lips as your feet met the luxurious carpet, you felt a gentle cool breeze kiss your skin. You turn and notice the door to your balcony is open the dark colored curtains gently moving with the breeze. You stood alert as you knew your door was shut when you left.

Walking toward the balcony you were weary and tried to reach out to Rhys in your mind. There was no answer. A calm feeling swept through your body and against your training you stepped out onto the balcony. The night sky was clear and the stars were bright but no sign of an intruder, then as you looked up you saw the first shooting star of the evening. A soul traveling across the sky as the breeze picked up causing a shiver to run down your spine. Entranced by the Starfall you leaned against the balconies railing enjoying the sight, the worries you were having before falling to the wayside. You were so entranced at the sky you were unaware of the steps that were made behind you or saw the shimmering red siphons glowing in your darkened bedroom.

Cassian watched you gazing at the stars leaning against your balcony in reverence. Leaning against the door frame as he studied the back of your head, content to watch you peacefully. The inner circle had a hard time with his brother’s absence, but Cassian knew that it had cut you deeply to have his brother ripped away. He also knew that you felt more deeply and tried to keep those bad feelings to yourself as to not be a burden to others. It was one of the many things he loved about you that undying selflessness. Though he always made sure you were taken care of as you always put yourself last and when Rhys was gone you had thrown yourself into work and helping others and always making people smile in the darkest of times, but him and Azriel were aware of how many nights you were in your room sobbing over the loss of your brother.

Which is why it was so easy to get the Inner Circle on board with his plans tonight to make this evening special for you. Mor had already tasked herself with your outfit, Rhys, Az and Amren would keep there distance and be difficult to find so you felt more inclined to sneak away back to your room. Giving Cassian the perfect opportunity to be alone with you. Cassian's eyes flicked to your dress and the red of the hair pin shimmering in the moonlight. The color scheme was not lost on the general if anything a primal possessiveness almost bubbled as if you wearing the same color as his siphons and leathers made you his. He made a mental note to thank Mor for dressing her in that tonight. Though the dress hugged your beautiful curves just like the leathers you wore training with him. He imagined digging his fingers around your plump ass and when you had walked in, and moaned Cassian almost felt like he was going to pass out.

He had been attracted to you from the day Rhys, and Azriel and him found you in the forest on the Night Court border. Though you were in the midst of escaping from an abusive partner that was chasing you in the forest that day. The 3 brothers neutralized the threat of your former partner that day and insisted you come back to Velaris where the 4 of you have been inseparable ever since. Though he knew the first time he looked into your eyes that, he was yours hook, line and sinker.

Shaking his head from his thoughts He feinted a cough causing you to spin on your heels and the fear morphed into glee as you registered who was behind you, “You’re home!” You run up and wrap your arms around his neck. His muscled arms wrapping around your waist lifting you from the ground. Cassian couldn’t help but grin at your words as he put you down his hands still gripping your waist, “I know Rhys, said you would be late, but I was worried something happened.” You furrowed your brow slightly indicating your worry.

Cassian simply pressed his lips to your hairline, “Sorry to worry you, Sweetheart, I’m here now and I come with a present.”

You shoot him a weary look acutely aware that his thumbs are drawing comforting circles around your hips “Cassian, we don’t exchange gifts for Starfall.”

The General smiled, “So you don’t want it?”

You rolled your eyes, “I never said that,” You met his Hazel eyes to find his pupils had blown out and that he was looking at the necklace with the bright red gem on your neck causing heat to once again rose to your face. His gaze is like a caress and you try to dampen the arousal you feel at his heated gaze. “Cass,” you breathe out his name and Cassian closes his eyes and hums as he leans into your neck, his scent overwhelming your senses as he presses a chaste kiss to your heated skin.

“You look breathtaking tonight, Princess.” His breath warms your ear as a calloused hand grazes your bare back, “Are your ready for your gift?”

You nodded as he reluctantly pulls away from you, you instantly missing the warmth of his touch and reaching into bag you took in that he was also not in his usual leathers but in a deep maroon dress shirt his sleeves rolled to reveal his toned forearms and black pants that accentuated his assets that made your blood warm. He pulls put a small box with black ribbon and hands it to you. You open the box and gasped, pulling out a silver locket your initials carved into it causing a memory to resurface:

Your eyes were red and splotchy from crying the night before , Rhys was gone, ripped away from his home, his brothers, you. Fear had taken the inner circle by neck and no one knew what to do. You spent a lot of time walking around Velaris seeing others give you solemn smiles. You hated being pitied even more hating the looks they gave as if her beloved friend was never coming home. You always tried to counter it by making sure every person you interacted with felt happy and better than they were before you came around trying to ignore your own dreaded feelings ringing in your ears.

It had been weeks, and you were beginning to feel like he was never coming home either. Walking down the rainbow bridge, twirling the locket that held the portrait of you, Rhys, Cassian and a reluctant Azriel in it, a gift from Rhys for Solstice one year saying you were part of the family, getting lost in your thoughts alone. Though you knew you weren’t alone you could feel Cassian’s presence above. He always kept enough distance so he wouldn’t be reprimanded but close enough to be there if you needed him. Az made sure you were never alone either a lingering shadow that lingered around your feet every time you left the townhouse.

You paused looking out at the Sidra the sun glistening over the sea. You closed your eyes wishing that Rhys, hadn’t left, hadn’t sacrificed himself. Wishing this was all a terrible dream that you needed to wake up from. A small bout of anger washed over you, you ripped the necklace from around your neck and threw it and heard it splash in the water. Wrapping your arms around yourself you walked away knowing full well when you reached your room fresh wave of tears would surface.

Calloused hands were on your cheeks bringing you back to the present, warm honeyed eyes met yours. “There you are,” He whispered, swiping away tears that had slipped for the second time this evening.

You looked down at the locket in your hand and opened it, the image still intact surprisingly a few smudges from drops of water but was not destroyed. “How did you get this?”

Cassian gave her a grin, “If my memory serves me right, you called me a drowned rat the day I retrieved it.” You think back and your eyes go wide in surprise Cassian continued, “I knew you would want that back one day, so after you walked away, I dived into the water and got it back.” He removed his hands from your face and shrugged, grabbing the necklace and twirled his finger indicating for you to turn around. You spun around and moved your hair out of the way to make it easier for him to clasp the necklace around your neck. When he put the necklace on his hand lingered on the back of your neck causing a shiver to track down your back.

Your brows furrowed as you turned back to face him, “Why not give it back to me when you got home?”

Cassian paused for a moment and sighed, “You threw it in the Sidra in the first place, you want to try and convince me it wouldn’t have ended up in the fireplace next?” Your silence encouraged him to press forward, “I kept it safe knowing, hoping, that Rhys would come home. When he winnowed back that day from that dreaded mountain, you reached out to clasp the locket and had a pained look when you were met with bare skin.”

You began wringing your hands with nerves, “Why wait for tonight?”

Cassian’s wings flared slightly, as he walked to the railing looking up at the night sky, flashes of green and blue painting the sky. You followed him and he offered his hand palm out, a silent request, you slipped your hand in his and he interlaced your fingers, and your pulse was ringing in your ears. “Few reasons, the first was because I had to pick it up, I had it cleaned and polished last week.” He paused and you saw a flash of nervousness in his face. You squeezed his hand with quiet encouragement. He turned and faced you, using the hand that was intertwined with yours he pulls you close, his free hand splayed across your back. Your chest pressed against his front, your breaths quicken, as he bends down and kisses you.

You unlock your hand from his to wrap around his neck, as you deepen the kiss. Then something clicks inside you, your eyes snap open as you press your free hand on his chest and push slightly. The General pulls away from you only to press his forehead against yours and your eye sees the tether that connects you two. “Cassian,” You whisper, fresh tears spring up. “You’re my mate.”

Part 2

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rosieofcorona · 5 months

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All We Do Not Say

Hi beloveds! I have crafted a soft little Gale fic for you because it's my firm belief that everyone's favorite wizard deserves all the warmth in the world. 😌 Also on AO3, if you prefer. As always, thank you for reading. 💕

There was a time in his life that Gale could sleep anywhere, provided he had a good book and a space to sit down.

In Waterdeep, he might wake in his armchair or on his balcony with the weight of an ancient tome still resting in his lap, or at his desk, his cheek pressed against parchment. The smell of it, of ink and lignin, would bring him back to his senses before his eyes were fully open, and he’d recall what he’d been studying, and begin reading again.

At home, in his tower, he could do this night after night and still feel mostly rested come morning.

But he is far from his tower, and farther each day.

Perhaps it is the orb that keeps him up as of late, with its insatiable, unnatural hunger, or perhaps it is the tadpole that wriggles and pulses impatiently inside his skull. Or it could, he supposes, be the simpler and less curable matter of aging– an affliction that seems, on occasion, more frightening than either of the others.

Whatever the cause of his recent insomnia, it pulls Gale into a rather distressing cycle– he cannot sleep, so he cannot focus, so he cannot read, so he cannot sleep.

Instead, he finds himself offering to keep watch over camp in the evenings, if only for the distraction. The far-off gibbering of a newborn gnoll, the crunch of foliage under goblin feet, an animal scream– each night a fresh and distant horror calls his mind away from greater threats, from illithids and tadpoles and gods.

It’s an odd remedy, he knows. But the alternative is lying awake in his tent, turning death over and over in his mind until the thought is worn smooth as a river stone.

It works well for a time, keeps his mind on the present and off of some vague, future doom.

That is, at least, until they reach the Underdark.

Deep beneath Faerûn, there is something profoundly disturbing about the lack of…well, everything. They find no grand cities or quaint little villages, few animals and even fewer people.

No trees, no light. No sky.

Most nights spent underground are so quiet that Gale may as well stay in his bedroll, staring up at a canopy of fabric, dark as the velvet earth above them.

He thinks, It is like being buried alive, without even the stars to bear witness.

On these nights he can feel the stones in his head turning over.

Even so, come the evening (or what he guesses is evening), Gale volunteers to stand sentinel for the fifth time in a tenday.

He always asks them after dinner, when his companions are most likely to agree, after his cooking has warmed them and filled their bellies and made them want nothing more than to close their eyes and dream of somewhere, anywhere else.

Tav is the only one who protests with any frequency, the only one who seems to notice that the circles under his eyes are half a shade darker than they were yesterday, when they were half a shade darker than the day before.

Even on nights when she convinces someone else to take his place, he will relieve them after Tav has gone to sleep.

It starts the same way every time.

Gale walks the perimeter in an infinite loop, looking for life in the darkness, illuminated only by the fire in the center of their camp. It makes him feel like a distant planet, nearly untouched by the sun. How strange to think that he’d once felt like the sun itself.

He continues in his orbit until the subterranean cold gnaws at his limbs. It bites down hard on his nose and ears and fingers, chases him back to the fire, back to the light.

Hypnotized by the flames and their radiant warmth, he does not hear the quiet stirring in the tent beyond his own, doesn’t hear the soft approach of nimble feet.

A voice comes to him out of the darkness.

“I hope you’re not keeping watch again.”

“Mystra,” Gale gasps, startled, the goddess’s name invoked in equal parts a prayer, a curse.

“Forgive me,” Tav says, through a laugh she cannot help. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” If it were anyone else he might be annoyed, or even a little embarrassed– but the sound of her laughter bubbles like seafoam over sand, rushes over and around him. Coupled with the relief that she is not some dreadful creature of the Underdark, he finds it difficult to feel anything besides affection.

“It’s quite alright,” he recovers, with a shake of his head. “You surprised me, that’s all.”

“Then I really hope you’re not keeping watch.”

She is teasing him now, just lightly, a familiar spark of warmth behind her eyes.

It is the same look she gives him when she brings him a new book, or when he cooks for her, or when he tells her about Waterdeep. It is the same look she gave him earlier in the day, when she had offered to brew him a tea that might help him to sleep.

Gale has trouble remembering the last time another looked at him this way, so interested and inviting and earnest.

Perhaps, he thinks, another never has.

“Are you alright?” Tav asks, when he’s been quiet for too long.

“Of course,” he says with the sincerity of a promise, offered with a smile that he hopes will be convincing. “Just lost in thought.”

There is a part of him that doesn’t want to leave it there, that wants to share his every thought with her, his every terror, every dream. She must know that there is more to it, must’ve learned by now to recognize when Gale isn’t telling her everything, but he is grateful that she doesn’t press him, never presses him.

Instead she breaks into a grin and says, “You’re lucky I’m not a bulette.”

“I’m lucky they’re not so light-footed. What are you doing up, anyway?”

“The cold always wakes me, sooner or later,” Tav sighs. “If I’d known it was so godsdamned frigid down here, I might’ve nicked a fur or two from the Zhent.”

It’s Gale’s turn to laugh, though she’s only half-joking.

She’s drawn near to him, to the flames, her palms outstretched, her fingers spread wide as if to grab hold of as much warmth as possible.

“But it’s alright,” she continues, “So as long as I’m close to the fire.”

“Any closer and you’ll be in it, I’m afraid. Perhaps I can help.”

Tav tilts her head and quirks an eyebrow in a curious little expression. “Can you?”

“If you’ll allow me.”

Gale turns to face her fully, and she mirrors him out of instinct.

“Hold out your hands to me,” he says. “Palms together, just barely. Like you’re praying.”

“Like this?” “Like that.”

The spell is one his mother taught him, among the first he’d ever learned.

He still remembers that winter in Waterdeep, when the snow fell hard and fast. When the ice in the harbor kept the ships at arm’s length and the frozen streets shone like glass. He was young then, six or seven, but even now he can feel his small hands in Morena’s, warmed by a word and a touch.

Warm and fed, she used to tell him. That’s how you show someone they’re loved.

Gale cages Tav’s hands lightly in his own, the way he might hold a butterfly. He pushes all thoughts of winter away and calls to mind the rippling heat of summer, an orchard grown fat with peaches, the silvery shimmer of sweat on skin.

The rose-petal flush of a cheek cradled in a hand, her cheek, his hand…

“Calor aestas,” he says quietly, when the image comes into clear view. He feels the cold melt from her fingers, hears the comfortable sigh that follows. “Better?”

“Yes,” she murmurs. “Much.”

She is looking at him now with an intensity he has not seen since the night he first showed her the Weave, all that time ago. The night he saw her thoughts laid bare, had all but felt her lips on his.

Had she seen them now, the visions he had conjured? Had she felt him pull her close in his own mind?

Tav clears her throat softly and he comes back to himself, his heartbeat thrashing wildly in his chest. He realizes with some urgency that he has not let her go and pulls back suddenly, but not without reluctance.

“I hope,” he swallows, trying to compose himself. “I hope it helps you sleep.”

“Do you want me to stay up with you?”

Yes, he thinks selfishly, Yes. Stay up with me, stay close to me, always.

He shakes his head instead. “You should rest while the spell holds.”

“And how long is that?”

“As long as I’m able to concentrate.”

He will think of her hands and their pull on a bowstring, their pluck of a lyre, their grip on a sword. How they weave her own magic, how they cradle a book. How they felt clasped in his, soft and cold.

A focus worth holding, at last.

“Only if it’s no trouble,” she says.

“None at all.”

Gale is grateful that he manages to stop himself, for once, from saying the rest of the thought as it enters his head. I would think of you anyway, magic or no.

Tav takes his hand in hers again, this time to squeeze it fondly.

For a moment, he feels that if he were to die just now– from the orb, from the tadpole, in the jaws of a hungry bulette– it would all have been worth it, for this.

“Thank you, Gale.”

Her smile is warmer than any summer he remembers, brighter than any star he can name.

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jinwoosungs · 15 days

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- boyfriend headcanons with sung jinwoo -

notes: i have a little bit of a writer's block, so have some headcanons + drabbles with the man that has completely stolen my heart ♡ unedited because i am just dumping my thoughts into this little story.

having sung jinwoo as your boyfriend was nothing short of being a dream come true. in fact, the moment he confessed to you, you swore that you were living in a fantasy world...

"what...?"

your gaze was honed in on the tall, s-rank hunter. in his hand was a bouquet of your favorite flowers (just how did he even know?) and you could feel your heart pounding in response to the mere sight of him.

he gently calls out your name, still gingerly holding on to your bouquet with a sheepish expression, casually running his hands through his hair.

"uhm, you heard me correctly, i want to go on a date with you... i want to call you mine."

were you being pranked right now?

or were you caught up in a dream? your fantasies come straight to life with sung jinwoo actually confessing to you?

feeling nervous and filled with uncertainty, you look behind you to see if there was anyone else.

did he mean to say this to hunter cha hae-in?

as you were left gaping like a fish with the sheer amount of times your mouth opened and closed in response to his confession, jinwoo finally decided to take matters into his own hands as he comes closer to you.

you were suddenly forced to hold on to the bouquet as jinwoo leans down, grey eyes shining with mirth and adoration for you. he caresses at your cheek before whispering to you, "hm, it seems like you don't believe me. i suppose actions do speak louder than words after all."

"wait-"

you were given little time to react when jinwoo presses his lips against yours in a kiss, making you melt against him. the moment he feels you kissing him back was the moment jinwoo smiles against your lips, further setting your heart aflame with love and devotion for him.

he checked off every trait you had wished for in a boyfriend: extremely attentive to you and your emotions; had such a deep, unconditional love for you that it bordered on the cusp of worship- jinwoo was your ideal soulmate in every sense of the word.

"oh my god, i did not think you would be such a dork."

you had been dating jinwoo for merely 3 months now, yet he was such an adorable dweeb that he ended up celebrating each month with you.

for the first two months, he had given you a special bouquet and two gifts that he knew you would love:

for the first month, a gorgeously crafted diary complete with a lock and key;

for the second month, a cute dress made of the finest fabrics as you wore it to dinner that night with him.

and now for your third month together, jinwoo had struck yet again.

his grey eyes were shining once more, giving you his usual, extravagant bouquet, but this time, it was accompanied by a slender gift box wrapped in gold while tied up in an onyx ribbon.

your eyes meet with his in a questioning glance, seeing a small pink blush dye his cheeks.

"sarang, don't be shy... open it."

setting your bouquet off to the side, your hands were slightly shaking when you tore into the wrapping, revealing a long and slender velvet box. once you had opened it, you felt a gasp escape from your parted lips.

"oh, jinwoo... it's so beautiful!"

within the confines of the velvet box was a gorgeously crafted bracelet made up of your favorite gemstones. you watch as the gems catch the light, capturing rainbows from within it. jinwoo admires your awed expression for a few seconds before letting out a chuckle, taking out the bracelet as he sets the box off to the side.

"here, let me help you put it on."

he grabs your right wrist and clasps the bracelet onto it, giving you a loving smile before taking a hold of your hand. as his large hand envelopes yours, you felt your breath hitch the moment he leans in closer to press a kiss against your knuckle.

"it is indeed beautiful. a perfect fit, really."

feeling overwhelmed with love for him, you end up wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you as you captured his lips within yours in a searing kiss.

also, you don't even have to worry about getting sick or suffering through that time of the month! jinwoo has already got you covered; ever since you moved into an apartment with him, he has been the most doting malewife boyfriend ever!

you were curled up in bed, clinging to your favorite plushie in a tight manner when a fresh wave of cramps hit you. never before had your monthly period become this bad; it felt as though your body was in a constant state of distress, clenching your abdomen as it brought you new waves of pain.

jinwoo had texted you earlier today, asking you if you wanted to go out on a date after his meeting, but you politely declined. you admitted in your text how your body was just not well enough to do any sort of activity-

but when your boyfriend left you on read, you felt a newfound sensation of anxiety coursing through you.

why didn't he answer back with an 'okay' or 'i understand, honey' like he usually does? was he mad at you for being rendered immobile because of your immense cramps?

should you try to tough it out and agree to go on a date with him anyways?

should you text him back and tell him that you changed your mind?

and were you really getting anxious at being left on read by him (yes, you were getting anxious).

just as you were close to forcing yourself out of bed, you hear jinwoo returning home as his heavy footsteps were heard walking through the hallways.

his sudden appearance within your doorway makes you jump back in bed, seeing his flushed expression as he carried several bags within his hand.

"hey sarang, here, i bought you all of your favorite snacks and a heating pad, too. when jinah had her first period, i panicked and didn't know what to do when she kept crying because she was in so much pain."

jinwoo settles the bags of snacks off to the side while gently lifting up your shirt. he takes a heating pad and carefully applies it to your abdomen. "so i'm proud to say, taking care of my sister has helped prepare me for moments like these."

a proud smile graces his handsome features when he pulls down your shirt once more, "now, i know i can take care of my woman with ease."

he turns away and was about to get you your favorite ice cream when you stop him, throwing your arms around his neck while pulling him closer to you. tears of happiness fill your vision as you thanked him over and over again for his kindness-

for his willingness to always take care of you.

jinwoo was caught off guard by your words, but ends up smiling down at you, wrapping his arms around your back as he brought you even closer to him.

"don't even worry about it, honey." his lips were pressed against your hair, "i am your lover, so it's my job to keep you safe and happy."

now you might be wondering, does jinwoo ever place any of his shadow soldiers into your shadow? the answer is an absolute YES. whenever jinwoo had to travel to faraway places, he would only keep his strongest soldiers close to your side, placing his entire trust within those who were the most loyal to him.

"my queen, where is it that you would like to go?"

"ah, are you bored? shall we accompany you to a movie of your choosing?"

you giggle while spending some time in the city with beru and igris talking your ear off. they were always so eager to follow you, growing a deep fondness for you solely because their king loved you so much. in fact, they took great pride in being consistently chosen to protect you when jinwoo was away.

you smile back at them, ready to reply when you felt someone bump into you. letting out a sharp hiss of pain, you look up to see a rather rude looking business man run into you.

"oi, watch where you're going!"

"excuse me? you were the one who bumped into me!" your nostrils were flared as you stood your ground, not letting the rude man treat you like a pushover.

"oh, so she has an attitude? do you know who i am?! i am-"

yet the words die against his throat when beru and igris reveal themselves out of your shadow, taking a protective stance in front of you as they were ready to defend you at any cost.

"oh, would you l-l-look at the time, i am late for my m-meeting. if you'll excuse me m-m-miss." the businessman ends up stiffly walking away from you, leaving you alone with jinwoo's most trusted shadow soldiers.

with a sigh, you brush back your hair. "did jinwoo see any of that?"

"yes, he did. he is taking the next flight back to seoul as we speak." igris tells you with a smug expression, making you let out a groan in response.

"please! convince him to stay in america! he has very important matters to discuss with the u.s. association branch!"

"our king says that he does not care. you had been disrespected, so he is on his way home now. he has rescheduled such a meeting in order to comfort you, my queen."

feeling the heat become stronger against your cheeks, you were left hiding your face within your hands, feeling exasperated at your overprotective boyfriend-

but truth be told, you still loved him all the same.

truly, you could never imagine a life without jinwoo. he fit you so well, like a perfect puzzle piece. jinwoo being by your side made you feel complete - and you wouldn't want it to be any other way.

while you slept peacefully in bed, jinwoo continues to admire you, looking down at you with his eyes filled with love and devotion for you alone.

he takes a moment to admire your beauty. even when your hair was a mess and there was a thin trail of drool seen from the corner of your mouth-

you were still the loveliest woman he had fallen madly in love with.

not a single day passes where he doesn't think about you.

"heh, i guess i'm completely obsessed with you after all."

he smiles down at you, whispering to your sleeping form when he leans in closer to press a kiss against your cheek.

"i'm gonna need to make you mine soon... or else i'll go completely insane if another man tries to flirt with you and take you away from me."

with one last whisper of your name, he gives your cheek a lingering kiss all while smiling against your skin, whispering to you about his promises of forever while giving you a ring first thing in the morning.

a.n. - i love jinwoo so much,,,, sobbing because he's not real... 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung x you #sung jinwoo headcanons #jinwoo sung headcanons #solo leveling x reader #.stories

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somekindofpoet · 1 year

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La Petite Mort - T'en Va Pas

Summary: Reader works until she's numb enough to clock out, Lorraine brings her back around

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: +18 NSFW, smut, language

A/N: Thank you @deep-fried-egg for keeping my French straight, you a real one for that. Let me know what you guys want to see next!

LPM Part I LPM Part II LPM Part III LPM Part V LPM Part VI

The sound of gentle snuffling rouses you from your sleep, the early morning sun breaking the horizon creeping into the clearing. You crack your eyes open, and you wake with laughter on your lips as you see CB looking down at you, his mouth rustling over your chest, looking for treats. You push his nose away, pulling a jolly rancher from your pocket, unwrapping it, and giving it to him. Satisfied with your offering, he shuffles off.

As soon as he’s out of your line of sight, you remember why you’re sleeping in the grass under the open sky. Your sleepy laughter is replaced by a dull ache in your chest, your stomach sinking. Lorraine hadn’t spent the night with you. Your last conversation with her constricts your body, and all you want is for the feeling to go away.

You sit up, your back damp from the grass you’d slept in. You never moved back onto your sleeping bag after Lorraine vacated it, unable to bear the possibility of her smell lingering there. You sigh, scratch your head, try to enjoy the morning view of the pond.

A thin fog rolls over the water, breaking up as it floats to the bank. Dew clings to the grass and strands of your hair. The air is fresh, crisp, and clean with the start of a new day. The remnants of your fire smoldered under a layer of ash, the smell of burning wood soaking into any fabric it could reach. With the cicadas singing in the trees, you can tell the day is going to be gorgeous. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, stretching your arms over your head. When you open them, the scenery is just as peaceful, but it’s at odds with the feeling in your chest.

Keeping yourself painfully busy would be the only way to avoid the emotions threatening to overwhelm you. The Days were leaving for a trip to see family out west, so you’d have the ranch to yourself for a few days. You plan to work until your hands bleed or until you don’t feel sick to your stomach.

With that in mind, you crawl over to your sleeping bag, pull on your boots and haul yourself to your feet. Kick dirt onto the hot coals, smothering it. You put your fingers to your lips and whistle, calling CB to you as you pick up his saddle blanket. He trots over, shaking his body out when he sees the blanket, knowing he’s going to work. You scratch his head and kiss the velvet patch on his nose.

“You’re the best, buddy. Let’s get some work done, hey?”

He drops his head and pushes gently into your chest. You hug him, closing your eyes and breathing in the sweet smell of alfalfa in his hair. You’re grateful for his company; even when you’re spiraling into melancholy, he provides you some comfort.

CB was gifted to you by the Days, back when your father worked for them. You were ten, and seeing the tiny foal in the barn for the first time is one of your most cherished memories.

“What’re you gonna call ‘im?” Mr. Day had asked you, a loving smile under his dark mustache.

Your eyes had gone so wide you were surprised they didn’t fall out of your head.

“I get to name him?!”

He laughed, his hand on your shoulder, “You get to name him, and you get to take care of him. For his whole life. He’s yours.”

Your father had swelled with pride, grinning ear to ear behind you. Lorraine had bustled in, not wanting to miss playing with the newest addition to her family ranch, her excitement for you sweet and reserved.

You looked to her for advice, “What should I call him?”

Her tiny face lit up, thrilled to be included in the process, “You should call him. Hmm,” she tapped her chin, taking her task very seriously, “Oh, I know! Call him his favorite food!”

Your fathers chuckled in the background, content to let the two of you work through this naming without their assistance.

“Bacon!” You shouted, throwing your hands in the air.

Lorraine giggled, “Horses don’t like bacon, silly. They like carrots.”

You smiled, bashful at your outburst, “Bacon is my favorite food.”

“Why don’t you call him Carrot Bacon?” She suggested, very pleased with herself for the idea.

You nodded, excited to have come to a decision. You walked over to his pen, patted him on the nose.

“Carrot Bacon, you’re mine forever.”

——

You rode CB into the barn, pulling hay out of a stack to give him his breakfast. His water trough was already filled, Mr. Day must have done it before they left that morning. You leave your horse to eat and make your way out to your truck to change your clothes, grateful you’d had the foresight to pack.

When you get there, a note is stuck under your windshield wipers. It’s in Mrs. Day’s slanted cursive.

‘Y/n, we headed out early, didn’t want to bother your beauty rest. Thank you for watching the ranch while we’re out. Left you dinner in the fridge. Coffee is fresh in the pot. Don’t work yourself too hard.’

The note makes you smile wistfully. They knew you too well. You glance up at the house, knowing you’d be camping in the clearing while they were gone. You liked their house well enough, but everything would remind you of the person you were desperately trying not to think of.

Despite that notion, you do brave the kitchen for a mug of coffee. You take it outside, sit in the deck chair and enjoy it, allowing the morning to pass in the lazy, peaceful ways mornings do. When the coffee is gone and the sun has burned through the mist and dew, you return to the barn to retrieve CB.

On the ride out to the back pasture, you kick him into a gallop, running him hard away from the barn. Your horse was not barn sour. Who you were trying to prove that to was lost on you, but you did it anyway. You enjoyed the adrenaline, the wind rushing past your face, letting CB take his head and open up his full gait. You make it to the pasture in record time, slowing him to a trot as you near the broken fences.

You slide off his back and pull your tools from the saddle bag, ready to immerse yourself in manual labor. The sun burns at its full strength, high in the sky, beating down on you as you work. You lose yourself in it, focused on the task at hand. It’s tranquil, even if it’s exhausting. You’d rather put your body through the wringer than let your mind wander.

Hours pass, but they’re lost on you. Your shirt is soaked through with sweat, your water supply running low. You persevere, hell-bent on finishing the job and avoiding yourself for as long as possible. When you do finally tie off the last post, the sun has set into the horizon, the last rays of light trickling out.

You sigh, sink down to the dirt with the post at your back. You’re so tired you can’t even think about anything other than water and sleep. Mission accomplished in more ways than one. CB approaches you, curious as to why he hasn’t been fed his dinner yet. You nod at him, pulling yourself up.

“Yeah, you’re right, bud. Let’s go back to the house.”

You drag yourself into your saddle, slumping over on his neck. He starts the journey back to where he knows he gets to rest, his steps a little faster than usual. You roll your eyes at him and sit up, letting him trot. Maybe he’s a little barn sour.

By the time the house is in view, CB is hurrying along, and you allow it because you think you might be dying of thirst. Before you can go inside, you take care of him. Hosing him down and brushing him, then feeding him his dinner in his stall. You’re unsure of the time, but the moon is out, lighting the ranch in a silver glow. There’s no way you’re camping out tonight, avoiding your thoughts be damned.

You nearly fall into the kitchen, kicking your boots off at the door. You don’t bother with the lights as you turn the sink on as cold as it will go and drink from the tap. You stick your head under the water, letting it run over your hair and down your neck. You’re making a mess, but you’ll clean it up before the Days get back. Right now, you just need water.

A soft shuffling sound behind you catches your attention, and a quiet, sleep-heavy voice, “Y/n?”

You switch the tap off and turn slowly. Lorraine is in the doorway, bleary-eyed in a small nightgown. You’re so tired, you almost convince yourself you’re dreaming.

“Come here.” She says, softly.

Still not convinced you’re awake, you make your way to her, your feet heavy and slow. Follow her to her bedroom, close the door. She reaches for you, her hands gentle and unhurried. She pulls your shirt over your head, follows with the rest of your clothes, until you’re stark naked, in a daze. She slips out of her nightgown, and your heart skips a beat. You missed her.

The sheer immensity of the feeling pushes aside any reservation you might have about being with her. RJ is nowhere near close to the front of your mind. Not when she pulls you down to kiss her for the first time in two days, not when your hands find their way home over her ribs, or when she pulls you into her bed. You missed her so much.

Had you been less tired, more aware, the thought may have frightened you. That you could miss her this much when she was right in front of you. But now, with her under your body, all you can feel is relief. She quenches your thirst better than water, oxygen is richer in her presence, even the moonlight shines brighter through her bedroom window.

She kisses you leisurely, her lips on yours calming you and comforting you. Her hands wander, deliberately feeling every piece of your body while you sink into her.

“I’m all yours,” she whispers when she pulls her lips from yours, and you’re completely lost in her.

You don’t even think to question her, don’t bother to argue that she was not, in fact, all yours. But in the moment, she is. And you can’t help yourself but venerate her. Your body is still heavy, sluggish, but the more primal parts of you are wide awake now. You lick at her neck, press your lips to her skin, inch your way down to her chest. Kiss her sternum, your hands covering her breasts and squeezing tenderly.

The soft whimper that leaves her lips drives you further down her body, your destination clear. As much as you want to dive into her, you take your time to cherish every single inch of her, kissing each rib on her left side as you descend. You can’t decide at this point if you’re doing this for her, or for yourself. Committing every freckle, every scar, every mark on her to your memory. In case you never get to kiss them again.

It’s somber and sweet, the dichotomy of your feelings for this moment. You brush the weight of your heart aside, kissing her thighs instead. She opens her legs further without question, giving you space to settle in. You slide your arms under her thighs, wrap your hands around her hips, press a kiss to the inside of her knee.

Her hand pushes your hair away from your eyes, she watches you with eager eyes. You give her what she wants. What you want. With your mouth on her, you completely forget your troubles. Any worry is gone from your mind when you dip your tongue inside of her, and she whines, her fingers tightening in your hair. Her body is familiar to you now. You know what she wants, what she likes, what will make her shake. Pleasing her is pleasing yourself, so you waste no more time.

You drag your tongue up to her clit, and she moans above you, her body responding immediately. You take it slow, not giving her immediate satisfaction, making her whimper and shift under your tongue. If this lasts for the rest of your life, it’ll end too soon. You wrap your lips around her, sucking gently, then alternate with your tongue in flat passes over her. She’s trying to be patient, you can tell, but her writhing and squirming tells you she’s nearly had enough.

You slide your hands up her body, and to your surprise, she takes one of them and interlaces your fingers together, squeezing. Your eyes travel up to hers, she’s desperate and needy, and you can’t hold out on her any longer. You suck harder, pick up your pace. She unravels around you, her thighs squeezing your ears, her fingers crushing yours. When she falls limp, her legs dropping to your sides, you crawl up her body, your fingers slipping between her legs as you kiss her nipple.

You push into her slowly, savoring how she feels, the smell of her, the taste. As you curl your fingers, you swirl your tongue around her nipple, and her nails dig into your shoulder. You relish in it, the stinging on your skin and her soft moaning, her breast in your mouth, your fingers working in her, wet and tight.

She’s pulling at you, breathing labored as you pick up your rhythm, and you greet her at her lips again, kissing her hungrily. Her hands are around your face, her tongue in your mouth, and she won’t let you go. You stay, kiss her with everything that’s in you, tell her how important she is to you, how you feel about her with your tongue on her teeth and your lips dancing with hers.

Her breathing picks up, and her body tightens, her hands leaving your face to hold you close to her. She pulls you to press your chest into hers, letting her feel more of your weight on her. She lets you leave her lips in favor of gasping, so you go back to her neck, sucking at that spot that gave her goosebumps. Her orgasm is short, breathy, and hard. She can’t move as much with your body on hers, so she grips your back instead, squeezing you as she cums.

She relaxes, and a sudden fear overcomes you that it’s done. The sense of finality makes you shake. You can’t be done. You push yourself up on your elbows and gaze down at her, trying not to let her see the fear in your eyes.

“Roll over,” you whisper, kissing her collarbone and sitting up to give her space to obey.

She tilts her head, her brows furrowed, but she trusts you, so she rolls. You leave one leg between hers and kiss the small of her back, making her shiver. She pushes up onto her elbows to look back at you, but you shake your head and move up to kiss her. You pull away and look into her eyes, reassuring her without words. She accepts, and your hand runs up the back of her thigh.

You dip your fingers between her legs again, blind but knowing where to go. You circle her clit as you start to leave kisses up her spine. You begin your exploration of her again, truly taking in all of her. This time you kiss every rib on her right side and every inch of her spine. She groans into the pillow as you leave her clit to push inside of her again, with more force than before.

Using the weight of your body, you thrust into her, moving your hips in tandem to push harder. What were once soft, sultry sighs turn into shameless moans, her fingers gripping the cotton sheets near her head. You brush her hair over her shoulder to kiss the back of her neck, over to her jaw, as she turns her head to meet you. You’re full tilt, rocking her body up with every thrust, and her mouth hangs open, not even trying to quiet herself.

She pushes herself up on one arm, turning to find you, and you kiss her hard, abandoning the tenderness from earlier, becoming desperate. She turns her head away from you, resting her forehead on her arm. You press a kiss to her shoulder, then to her back between her shoulder blades, and she’s hurtling off the edge. Pushing her hips back into you, one of her hands coming back to hold your hip, her other gripping the pillow. With one final push, she collapses, with you close behind.

She’s gasping, trying to catch her breath, her eyes closed. You press a kiss to her cheekbone and fall over on your back next to her. You know you’ll have to wait for her to come around, and it’ll take especially long after that. She reaches out for you, curling around you as she pants, clinging to your side. You run your nails gently along her back, closing your eyes as you wait for her to recover.

You’re very nearly asleep when she hums into your collarbone, “I’ve missed you.”

It jerks you awake, and you’re finally reminded of why you should have been apprehensive tonight. You shouldn’t be doing this. You know it, and it’s only clear now that your lust filled haze has settled. She can feel you tense under her and sighs, already knowing where your thoughts had gone.

“Can we just have this moment, right now, and not think about it?” She mumbles, her voice tight.

You sigh, rub your eyes, “I’ve missed you too.”

You can’t hide the sadness in your voice as you say it, and she nuzzles in further to you, squeezing your ribs. Your mind is made up in that moment. If you can’t have this, if this is the last time, you have to leave. You have to run for the hills and never look back, or you’ll be swallowed up by this smothering heartache.

You gulp, “Raine.”

“Mhm?”

“I’m leaving.”

She squeezes you tighter, “Not tonight, okay?”

Your turn and kiss the top of her head, leaving your nose in her hair, your eyes closed tight. She doesn’t have to know. She’ll be okay.

——

You wake the next morning before sunrise and find the bed empty. Lorraine’s side is cold; she’s been gone for a while. You think maybe it’s for the best, you’ll pack CB up and start driving, and all of this will be like a fever dream.

You roll out of bed and pull on your clothes, trying to stay quiet in case she’s asleep in another room. Make your way through the house, pull on your boots in the kitchen. The water from the night before has dried, no mess for you to clean up. It seems fitting because the mess around you is nearly suffocating.

You make your way outside as the sun is beginning to rise and take a long look at the ranch. Why you ever wanted to leave before is lost on you, you loved it here. But now you have to leave, and the fact sits in your gut like a stone.

You climb into your truck and drive around to your trailer, turning off the engine and sliding out to make your way around to the hitch. Your hands fumble with a task that should have been easy, your fingers trembling as you lock the ball in place.

Inside the barn, you find CB’s tack and haul it to the trailer, loading it up before you come back for him. You frown when you get to his stall, finding it empty. You know you locked him up last night, so where was he?

You make your way outside, turning around the side of the barn, scratching your head. The cattle in the pasture lift their heads, watching you with bored eyes. As you round the back of the barn, you find him. He’s in the paddock, grazing with Pearl. Lorraine is sitting on the fence, watching them. Your heart clenches at the sight. You’ll have to say goodbye now.

Lorraine turns as you approach, her face peaceful. She smiles at you, but it doesn’t reach her eyes, and in that moment, you know she knows. She had understood what you meant.

“Thought he should get some exercise before you load him up,” she tells you, her voice shaky.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, “Thank you.”

She nods and looks back out at the paddock, “You don’t have to leave.”

“I do.”

She turns back to you, chewing her lip, “You don’t.”

You press your fingers to your lips and whistle, calling CB to you as your answer. He lifts his head and finds you, trotting over to the gate. You skip a lead over his ears and open the gate, walking him away from the paddock.

Lorraine jumps off the fence and jogs to your side, “Where will you go?”

You shrug, trying your damndest not to look down at her. You hook the lead to the side of the trailer and brush past her, climbing inside to make sure everything is set for him. She hovers at the back, unsure of what to do, or what to say.

As you’re cinching down the saddle on its hook, you hear a car pull into the drive and turn back to Lorraine. She’s leaning around the side, trying to see who it is. You can see her knuckles turn white as she squeezes the trailer door, and you know who it must be. Her hand disappears as she walks toward the new arrival. You shake your head and finish the saddle. You can hear RJ’s voice outside, and your jaw clenches. So much for a clean break. Now you’ll be driving away with a sour taste in your mouth to accompany the heartbreak.

You climb out of the trailer, and what you find surprises you. Lorraine is shaking her head, and RJ’s hands are on his hips, irritation clear as day on his face.

“Let’s just go, I have to finish this film, and then we can do whatever you want. Get in the van.”

He catches sight of you, and you can see his jaw flex. He looks back to Lorraine, but her eyes followed his when he looked at you, and now she’s turned toward you. She takes a step in your direction, and you tilt your head, trying to work out what is going on in her mind.

“Lorraine,” RJ says, his voice low.

She turns back to him, and you nod, understanding now. You take CB’s lead and load him into the trailer, closing the gate behind him. When you come back around, she’s facing you again, standing halfway between you and RJ. Her lip is going to bleed if she keeps biting it. You want to tell her, but think better of it. She turns back to RJ. Takes a step. You start walking toward the truck door, and she turns to you.

“Come on, Raine, let’s go. Right now.”

She turns back to him, and you’re only a few feet from your door. You risk a glance at her, and she’s watching you. RJ is fuming behind her, his impatience getting the better of him. You shake your head and reach for the door handle, but her hand is on your arm. You turn and look down. Her eyes are wide, and her lip trembles.

RJ throws his hands up, “I have to go, Lorraine.”

You brush her hair behind her ear and nod, telling her it’s okay. She shakes her head no, leans up on her toes, and kisses you.

“Don’t go.”

#lorraine day #lpm #lorraine day x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x reader

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honeytonedhottie · 2 months

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HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE february edition⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

this is a new thing im doing on my blog that i think you'd all like very much called honeys magazine/catalog. basically like a monthly inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. a magazine for it girls ✨

i've had so much fun putting together the february catalog and i'd love to hear feedback of things that you'd like to see in the next edition. and now, please enjoy the it girl magazine ✨

FEBRUARY FASHION ;

february is full of silks and lace. feminine muted colors like beiges, whites, and pinks. this february i've rly been into tweed dresses. accessories that i've been loving this february include pearls, stockings, and ribbons.

a lot of the clothes that i've been eyeing are things that are more light in fabric and in color. such as cute camisoles with lace trim and i've rly been into the chic look this february as i've mentioned before.

when it comes to jewelry and accessories i always love to layer and be excessive and even though during february i've been obsessed with the chic look, i always add lots of accessories. if not something huge like bracelets or necklaces, i'll be excessive with rings or something smaller.

in general HYPERFEMININE and super cute and girly clothes have been my favorite thing in february especially cuz of valentines day. the theme is soft-wear. shimmery, sheer, and showered in flowers.

cute earrings (preferably the smaller ones) like studs, pearls, or cute spherical earrings

hair clips and barrettes

bangles

tweed dresses

pearl necklaces

remember those dress up games you may have used to play when u were little? when dressing this february, thats what inspired my february fashion. fluffy lashes, cutesy accessories and heels.

i read up a lot on CHANEL bcuz i think that her brand embodies the chic look perfectly and here are some fashion tips from coco chanel (this is my source)

look for the woman in the dress, if there is no woman then there is no dress - basically means dont let your clothes wear you

it is always better to be slightly underdressed - coco's understanding of chic was subtle glamor and lush fabrics

fashion changes but style endures - some clothes are timeless like a little black dress (aubrey hepburn) a quality handbag and a crisp white shirt

WHAT IM LISTENING TO LATELY ;

my favorite album of this month is kali uchis's orquídeas. i absolutely adore her music, energy and vibe. and the whole album is just MWAH. my favorite songs from the album are ;

te mata

igual que un ángel

perdiste

another album that i've been obsessed with this past month is the twicetagram album from twice. i just love the energy in the songs. my favorite songs from that album are LOOK AT ME and LOVELINE. and lastly, just songs that i've enjoyed listening to this february ;

yes, and? - ariana grande

never lose me - flo milli

wonderboy - GWSN

scenery - red velvet

angels in tibet - amaarae

FOR THE BLOG ;

since its going to be march and were kinda transitioning from the winter season -> spring, you can expect to see lots of spring related content from me. another thing that i rly wanna set up for my blog is membership if thats something that u guys'd be interested in.

and also after doing the valentines day challenge, i had so much fun with it and i kinda wanna do more challenges. so if i end up setting up membership i think services like those would be provided.

lastly, since im an advocate for not over consuming the law, i won't be answering inbox questions about the law so that then u guys can focus ENTIRELY on ur manifestations and not over complicate it bcuz the law is easy and you already know how to do it + if u have any general questions i've answered plenty of questions about the law in my blog ANYWAYS. the reason im doing this is so that then you can focus on your manifestations 🫶🏽 and i hope that you guys find it helpful.

HONEYS BEAUTY CORNER TOPIC - HYDRATION ;

when your skin is hydrated, you GLOW on such a deeper level and i absolutely love looking and feeling like a little dew drop so here's some hydration beauty tips

vasline is an occlusive, that simply means that the moisturizing ingredients that create a physical barrier on the skin to prevent transepidermal water loss and lock in hydration. after brushing ur lips to exfoliate, u can just go in and put some vaseline on ur lips and your lips will be HYDRATED.

using a body oil + a body lotion has taken my hydration game to new HEIGHTS. the key to this is to make sure the scents match or have similar notes at least, and moisturize DAMP skin so that then it can absorb better. walk around with a hand lotion, and lip moisturizer ALWAYS.

the key to a dewey makeup look is having a good base. its all about preparing the skin before u put the makeup on. use a good creamy moisturizer and use a glowy spf and then use a good primer.

FOR THE WELLNESS GIRLIES ;

hormone balancing tea blend that i tried and loved ; raspberry leaf tea with spearmint and dandelion root tea. i drink mine with honey a couple days before and during my period and my cramps have been so minimal and my hormones have been so balanced.

hydration ; to follow the trend of the beauty section lets talk hydration. the optimal amount of water to drink is 2.7 liters a day. if u wanna up your hydration game, use some liquid iv or another hydrating powder so that then u can get the most out of ur water. if u dont have anything like that, adding a pinch of salt into your water can also help to improve hydration.

frequencies and vibes ; i've been interested in frequencies lately, simply bcuz i think that they're so interesting. i'll go deeper into frequencies in the next section. but here are some frequencies to listen to for wellness ;

174 hz - reduces physical and energetic pain

285 hz - heals tissues and rejuvenates

432 hz - restores well being and releases emotional blockages

528 hz - love frequency, induces inner peace and repairs DNA

supplements that are geared towards beauty ; find a specific hair, skin and nails supplement or vitamin that includes a blend of powerful antioxidants, minerals and vitamins. some examples of this are ;

fish oil (omega 3 and fatty acids) helps to protect skin against inflammation

collagen (for skin hair and nails) promotes healthy dewy and glowing skin

turmeric (anti inflammatory effects)

PROBIOTICS

RANDOM THINGS I LEARNED ;

something thats caught my interest this month is sound healing. the power of sound is truly amazing, and i was curious specifically about frequencies. sound healing has been around for years by yogis for thousands of years. nowadays sound healing is practiced with something called sound baths.

a sound bath is a deeply relaxing experience where the listener lies down on a mat or blanket, with as many cushions or props as they need to feel comfortable, and is then ‘bathed’ in the sound vibrations. benefits of sound baths include ;

reduced stress, pain and anxiety

better sleep

lower blood pressure

fewer mood swings

balanced hormones

healing through sounds was practiced by ancient egyptians, greeks and chinese physicians, who also used sound healing in their practices to promote digestion, sleep, and emotional disturbances.

if learning a bit about sound healing interested you and you wanna learn a bit more about it, this is the source i used for this section.

FUN QUIZZES, VIDEO ESSAYS, RECIPES AND GAMES ;

valentines day aesthetic quiz - buzzfeed - i got daughter of aphrodite

consideration is the highest form of love - manifestelle - food for thought

good boyfriend quiz - seventeen

which romantic music type am i - buzzfeed - i got r&b enthusiast

valentines day cupcakes recipe ;

1 1/2 cup of flour

1 cup of butter milk

1/3 cups of oil

4 large eggs

mix it all together and add it into a lined cupcake tin, bake at 350° for 15 minutes. for the frosting...

1 cup of softened butter

6 cups of powdered sugar

1 tsp of strawberry extract

4 tbs of milk

CRUSH STORIES ;

SUBMISSION ONE : ANON : ��

idk if this counts 😭 but my crush is an older guy (dw it's very legal) and he's so sweet, I manifested him liking me using your help!!! We're not together yet but he's been talking to me for literally hours a day, and just offered to buy me A NEW LAPTOP aaaah I'm crying. Ily honey your perfect

HBDSJHDJ YAYY. i wish u guys all the happiness and i hope u enjoy ur new laptop ✨

SUBMISSION TWO : ANON : 💝

technically not a crush but my ex boyfriend cheated on me (i broke up w him very quickly after) w my best friend and got her pregnant. he tried to make amends with me but I turned him down. i think i dodged a bullet there thank god 🫢

OH 💀. you def dodged a bullet, they went behind ur back and then got pregnant... 😭

thats all for this months catalog, there will be a new edition each month with new content and it'll be updated on a monthly basis so if thats something that interests you or if you like these kinds of posts pls let me know, till next month girlies✨

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kandyshoppe · 2 months

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Dorms Bra Shopping pt 5

Pomfoire dorm

Heartslaybyul SavannahClaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomfoire (you are here) Ignhyide Daisomnia Staff

Vil

as much as he does enjoy playing around with his femininity and presentation, he has never tried out bras or panties. Vil has worn dresses, skirts, corsets, ect, but never any intimate items. So hes joining in on the shopping. Because of that, he is choosing the store(s), and is totally making a day of this. Wear comfortable shoes. When Vil shops, he makes a day of it!If you try to bring out your wallet, hes looking at you weird before pushing your hand away, and paying himself. Besides, he probably has a tab set up at several stores, so you don't even think about the price. Freaking rich people

Vil has probably rented the entire space so there is nobody to bother both of you. He's running this like a military zone. He has the worker's running around to grab different sizes, shades, ect. But he is buying atleast 10,000 thaumarks worth of products, not including the renting the entire space! He pushes hard, but it's worth it.

He obviously enjoys purple, mainly dark purples on him with gold or silver accents. Velvet is also a favorite fabric for him, even though they can get warm. And you KNOW he's getting a full set! matching bra, panties, stockings, garters, and a robe with slippers! You and him get matching fits! Probably silk, and you get a lesson on care for silk.

He is a bit protective of you while shopping though. He has his security because hes A-famous and needs them, and B- he won't be letting anyone ruin your date! He rarely gets to go out with you because of his job. He really wants to keep you private, your identity is well hidden. You're one of the few things he wants all to himself. If you're being kept private, it's a sign of deep love for Vil. Being famous means very few things are private, so only the most important things are kept secret.

Over all it was stressful, but stressful like going to an amusement park. Lots of people, rushing around, but still enjoyable. Vil decides to get something to go from a fancy restaurant (which you didn't know was an option) and you both ate at Pomfoire, then did a bit of self care. A spa day is needed, with a foot bath cause your feet are sore from walking so much!

Rook

now for my favorite little freak, he knows your bra size already. Don't question him. He has a fairly large family, so definitely has a sister or two who has had him come shopping before. He knows the protocol. Don’t stare, compliment, offer to pay but don’t push, get something to eat, ect. Problem is he basically does malicious compliance in the rules! He’s complementing you so much, it makes everyone else uncomfortable. Someone may come check on you, Vil told you to bring the Rook spray bottle but you didn’t. This is your own fault

Goes crazy with the complimenting, but let’s be honest, we expected that. It’s Rook, he’s praising you like you’re his muse (which you are, probably is bringing a sketchbook to write poetry about you and get some sketches of your beauty) you may just have to tune him out while you look, don’t bother asking for input, he’ll just say you look beautiful in everything. Though he does point out the best points everytime. If you ask enough you start to get an idea of his preferences

Rook loves greens, purples and reds. Not all together, atleast since Vil has trained him in fashion. If this is first year Rook, he’s getting the ugliest plaid of red purple and green, all horrible shades and mixed horrible. First year Rook should not be trusted with fashion choices. Either way, Rook quite enjoys the camo looks quite a bit still, but also is starting to enjoy the look of softer cottage core looks too. He and Jade would both go crazy over the mushroom panties.

Rook is great to have around though cause he is scaring off any and all creeps. Though he is also kind of creepy, doesn't stare or anything, but he's obsessive. You either love having him around, or hate having him around when shopping. Alot like Jade in how other's ask if you're okay.

Afterwards, you both share some sandwiches while he waxes poetically about the entire trip, how his heart is full of his love for you! Just make him carry all the bags, and shove a potato chip in his face. Vil may freak out but it's Rook's cheat day so bug off!

Epel

He loves his granny, and has gone shopping with her. He thinks its manly to carry the bags, which it obviously is! He is ready for you to spend all of your money so he can show off how strong he is! Give him all the bags! ALL OF THEM! please?

hope vil doesn't catch wind of this, cause then Epel is getting an etiquette lesson on shopping. Don't stare, always compliment something, offer but don't push to pay (unlike himself), get something to eat ect. Epel is now terrified of going shopping with you. He doesn't want to insult you! he loves you!!!

He is very polite though, remembers how to act thankfully, and if any creeps come along, he's letting his country loose! Up in their face, makes a scene but it's worth it! He's the hero and everyone will end up fawning over him. Hope you can fight them all off!

Epel has only gone shopping with his granny, so he doesn't know about anything other than granny undies, and thermal underwear. But seeing all of this! He likes the soft feminine looks on you, and the manly looks on him. He likes the manly looks on you too though! He loves darker shades on you both, and apple blossoms as decor. He very much is aggressive in apple blossoms being the best of all flowers, and will fight anyone who disagrees.

In the end, he packed lunch for you both, with fresh cider, homemade apple tarts, and some good sandwiches. He totally had his granny on the phone helping him make the tarts, and Trey was on standby cause you only deserve the best! (Also, cooking and baking are manly! Learns quickly why most bakers are ripped, his arms still hurt from rolling out the dough!)

#twisted wonderland #pomfoire #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #rook hunt x reader #epel felmier x reader #epel felmier #x fem reader #x gn reader #rook hunt

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starogeorgina · 3 months

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𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞

Paring: Aegon II Targaryen × Targaryen OC, Jacaerys Velaryon x Targaryen OC

Warnings: Swearing, smut, slight body shaming, mentions of SA

1.02

It felt sinful to do anything sexual in the bedchamber that previously belonged to your father, but you were in no position to refuse when the king summoned you during the night.

Aegon keeps his eyes closed, getting lost in the warm sensation of you taking his dick into your mouth as deeply as possible. You bob your head back and forth, tears stream down your face, and at the same time, soft sounds of pleasure slip past his lips. Nearing his orgasm, Aegon fists your hair in his hands to keep a better grip on you while he fucks your mouth roughly. Just as he’s about to reach the peak of his pleasure, he pushes you back, and your hands sting, slapping against the ground to keep you from falling completely back.

“Not yet,” he grunts. “Pull your top down, now!”

Doing as he says, you pull the thin material of the nightgown straps down so your breasts are bare for him. Aegon strokes his cock a couple of times before coating your breasts in his cum. After he strokes your hair as if he were petting a cat or dog. “Good girl, good girl.”

You gulp down, “May I return to my chambers? It’s late, and I’d like to rest before leaving for Winterfell.”

“Ah, yes, you’re going to meet, um,” in his post-orgasm state, Aegon struggles to remember what house stayed in the North. He clicks his fingers and says, “House, uh, Lann—um, nope, it’s, oh fuck.”

“House Stark.”

You go to pull your nightgown up again, and he lets out a dark chuckle. He pinches your nipple roughly and says, “Perhaps once I put a babe in you, these will become bigger.”

“Perhaps your grace.”

—

“Princess.”

“Morning, Ser Arryk.”

It wasn’t unusual for the knight to be near since he was your sworn protector, but you hadn’t expected him to escort you to the dragonpit at such an ungodly hour.

Your bedchamber is dimly lit by a few flickering candles, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Your bed is draped in a soft green fabric with golden flames decorating the edges, which match the walls that are adorned with intricate gold filigree. The room is spacious and opulent, with plush velvet curtains, fine dragon-themed tapestries, and a grand fireplace that crackles with warmth.

You continue brushing your long hair that smells of different rich oils from your bath the night before. “Sit, please. I’m still awaiting Bethan.”

“Unfortunately, that won’t be possible; Bethan no longer works in the castle, princess.”

Bethan was your most loyal and favorite lady in waiting; it didn’t make sense for her to suddenly leave without telling you. “I don’t understand. Is she hurt?”

“There was a delicate incident during the late hours of the night, Princess, but it has been dealt with. “I can send for another lady of your choosing.”

"No, it’s fine; I don’t want to bother them.” You were only waiting for Bethan to help braid your hair merely because you enjoyed her company.

“Ser Arryk? What do you mean by a delicate incident?”

As his helmet was off, you could see the knight's jaw twitch slightly. “Princess?”

“Bethan is an only child and looks after her sick mother. I’m worried she won’t be able to do so if she’s unable to work.”

“The queen dowager gave the lady a handsome amount of money, princess. Probably more than she gave Dyana.”

You place the brush on top of your vanity and begin to separate your hair into smaller sections to braid. While thinking over his words. You had just assumed Helaena’s lady in waiting had been relocated to another part of the city to work.

“Why would my mother pay them?” You mumbled to yourself more than the knight. Your mouth suddenly goes dry; you would only pay to cover up something that would taint your family’s reputation if it were terrible. “Did Aemond do something to Bethan and Dyana?”

“No princess, Prince Aemond has never done anything to harm any of his servants of which I’m aware.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as tears fall from them; you knew deep down it wasn’t Aemond. “So Aegon did; he abused his power and hurt them. Did he force himself on them?”

Ser Arryk nods.

“Oh gods,” you bury your face into your hands. “Aegon treats me like a whore, and I am his kin, his future bride, so I dread to think about how he treats them.”

The knight crosses the room and wipes away a fallen tear with the pad of his thumb. “I’m glad you’re going to Winterfell, Princess. As a king's guard, we are prevented from intervening in the king’s doings, even when we know it’s wrong.”

Through teary eyes, you look up at him and say, “I’m ready to go to the dragon pit; if you’d please accompany me, Ser Arryk.”

“You haven’t finished braiding your hair, princess.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

—

You are struck by the sight of the snow-covered landscape the deeper into the North you go. The sky is a deep shade of blue, and the trees are decorated with icy crystals. Your feet sink into the snow, and the distant howls of wolves in the distance capture your attention. Seasmoke spins and faces the tree line and lets out a loud screech. With the snowfall becoming heavier, it takes you a moment to realize what he’s looking at.

A slightly smaller dragon emerges from the snow; its mouth opens wide, and you stare at the flames in the back of its throat, yet it does not burn you.

You don't move when you hear a voice order you to. You’re pushed behind a figure. “Daor vermax, daor!”

The dragon hisses before disappearing behind the vale of snow.

Seasmoke roars as he abruptly takes to the sky, lighting the sky with his flames. It was no doubt a signal to the younger dragon to stay away.

“Prince Jacaerys?”

“Princess Lynesse,” he says, trying to keep all emotion from his voice, but the glare in his eyes and the clench of his jaw muscles give him away. “You should go inside; you will just be freezing after your long journey.”

You gripped Jacaerys arm, preventing him from walking away. You thought the gods were cruel for letting this happen. “If it’s possible, can we talk in private? We are one house, once betrothed. And long before that, we were friends.”

“No.”

—

The last two days had been nothing short of humiliating; you felt nothing more than an outsider, an intruder lurking in the shadows of the castle. Your nephew ignored your presence unless absolutely necessary. Lord Stark did allow you to speak with him privately, giving you the chance to advocate for Aegon, but you simply stated you admired House Stark for not breaking their oath, thanked him for his hospitality, and announced you’d be leaving in the morrow.

It was clear there was a strong brotherly bond between the Lord and Jacaerys, so there was no point in trying to change his loyalties.

Laying out clothes for the morrow, you sniffle as your eyes tear up, thinking of how lonely you will be without your trusted lady and only true friend when you return to the red keep. The only people who would truly care for you upon your return are Helaena and Aemond.

Your heart pounds in your chest when you turn and see a figure standing by the doorway with a scowl on their face. Hand clasping against your chest, you gasp, “Oh, seven hells.”

Jacaerys stares directly at you, and you can feel his disapproval radiating from him. He closes the door before storming towards you. “What is it you are trying to achieve? Not once have you tried to convince the Stark’s to fight for Aegon. If anything, you have pushed them to fight for my mother’s claim.”

“Have you been spying on me, nephew?”

He grates his teeth and says, “Do not jest.”

“The Stark’s are a proud house; I will not sully myself by pretending they are anything but. If I had arrived to before you, then things would have been different,” you brush out the ruffles of your skirts that are sprawled across a chair with your hand.

“I presume your siblings are doing the same, flying to different houses as envoys?”

You scoff at the question; Aegon would not do such a thing. Without looking back at him, you say, “Just myself and Aemond; Helaena has no part in this.”

“But you choose to?” His voice is laced with pain. “You choose to advocate for a usurper.”

“What was I supposed to do?” You snap, finally turning to face him. “My mother used to say everyone in the realm knows in their blood and in their bones that one day, Aegon would be our king. And if not, my brother's lives would be forfeited.”

His cheeks flush red with rage. “As for my half-brothers and my sweet sisters, they have been led astray by the counsel of evil men. Let them come to Dragonstone, bend the knee, and ask my forgiveness, and I shall gladly spare their lives and take them back into my heart, for they are of my own blood.”

You stare at the prince blankly.

Sensing your confusion, Jace sighs, “Those are the exact words my mother said to Maester Orwyle and Otto Hightower when they came to Dragonstone.”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “It is not true; they said Daemon threatened to burn us all.”

Jace looks over at you, a sob threatening to spill from his lips. “Do you really believe my mother to be so cruel?”

“She has just lost her father, her baby, and her throne, which has been taken from her. Rhaenyra has every right to want us to burn for all that was taken from her.”

“Is that what your king would do? Have us all killed.”

Hearing the mocking tone in his voice, you shove his chest, although the prince barely flinches. “Yes! My grandsire tried to send the former Lord Commander to Dragonstone to kill all of you, but thankfully they refused.”

“The greens are a trait—”

You don’t allow Jacaerys to finish his sentence, and you cut him off while shoving him again. “You can hate me and judge me all you like, but don’t you dare call me a fucking traitor! You’ve no idea the things I have done to try and keep you safe!”

He closes the space between you, his breath hot on your face, and he tilts his head to peer down at you. Jacaerys' tone is much softer: “What—what are you talking about?”

As the Jacaerys continue to stare at you, you start to feel overwhelmed with emotion. Tears stream down your face as you realize the gravity of the situation. You have never before felt so scared to speak the truth. Your heart pounds in your chest as you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down. “I cannot say; you’ll think a lot less of me than you already do.”

Gently, he attempts to calm you by brushing fallen strands of hair out of your eyes with his thumb. “Swear to me now, princess, that you’ll bend the knee to my mother, and I’ll promise to do everything I can to protect you.”

“I cannot,” a pathetic chuckle passes your lips. “What I want does not matter—to abandon Helaena and her children in the red keep knowing what I know is worse than doing nothing while a brother usurpers his sister's throne.”

Jace cups your face and says, “Come back to Dragonstone with me.”

You step back and turn to face the other way, placing your hand in your bodice, and retrieve a small chain with a seahorse on the end. Clutching it tightly, you look back at him and say, “I kept it close to my heart for all these years.”

“I gave it to you the day King Viserys announced our betrothal.”

You hand the necklace back to him and say, “Aegon will take me as a second wife when I return.”

He struggles to hold back unshed tears. “Do you love him?”

“He is my brother, and despite everything, I want to keep him safe. Him, Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron are all that I hold dear. I can’t let anything happen to him.”

“Princess Helaena would be spared, as would your brothers.”

“I wish things had been different,” you sob, your breathing becoming more erratic. “You wouldn’t speak to me when I first got here. Why are you now?”

“Because I didn’t want to witness someone I loved speaking ill of my mother, but you never did.”

Your heart ached. “I am no longer a maiden.”

“Did Aegon…”

“He laughed;” tears fell from your eyes, but you felt nothing but anger. “Aegon laughed as he left my bedchamber, gloating about how he had bloodied his cock with the strong bastard's future bride maidenhead.”

Jacaerys kisses your forehead.

“All this time, I’ve tried to convince myself that Aegon loves me, even if it’s just as his sister, but I’ve been fooling myself. In truth, I don’t think he knows how to care for another.”

“Look at me.”

You met his gaze, and looking into Jacaerys bloodshot eyes made your heart begin to water again.

“If you come to Dragonstone with me, I promise I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

Daor — No

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Birthday surprise | Daniëlle van de Donk

Pairing: Daniëlle van de Donk x Reader

Summary: You join your wife at training camp on her birthday with a life changing surprise gift.

A/n: Let's pretend Daan's birthday wasn't like a month ago, I just needed a good setting for this fic haha

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | words: 650

This year your wife's birthday fell during the Dutch National Team's trainingscamp. Usually partners and guests weren't supposed to join the camps, but they had made an exception for you to join them today. You watched their morning practice on a bench in the sun. Watching Daniëlle play soccer was one of your favorite things to do but watching the way her face lights up when she wins one of the drills might make watching her practice even more fun.

You had known the team for years, so when their training was done most of the girls greeted you with a hug before heading to the changing rooms. Daan loved seeing you at practice, you had always been so supportive of her career and were present at every game you were able to go to. You took the time the girls were in the changing rooms to get Andries Jonker alone, you had called ahead to share your plans with him. He's the reason you're able to be at the training camp today, you wanted to thank him again and hand him the surprise present that you brought. You had arranged that it would be handed to her along with the flowers that she would get from the team, thinking that would make the surprise even bigger not instantly knowing that the gift came from me.

The dining hall filled up with people for lunch time. You sat with your wife’s teammates as you sang happy birthday to her. She stood in front of her red velvet cake, it was her favorite and she was so happy that they were able to get it. She gets handed a bouquet of white roses and as they go to take a picture to document the occasion, she asks for you to join her. You take some pictures before Andries steps up, “We have one more small gift for you.” He says as he hands her a small bag and takes the flowers to put them in the vase on the table. You had planned it exactly like this but you were still nervous, this gift would be life changing. Daan reaches into the bag and pulls out a bundled up jersey, she’s confused why the team would give her a jersey, but she tries not to show her confusion as she hands you the bag so that she can unbundle it.

She unbundles the fabric, realizing it’s a very small jersey. She turns it around and sees her name on the back. She looks over at you with big eyes, “Does this mean what I think it means?” Your nerves make room for excitement and your smile grows, “It does.” Daniëlle goes right in for a hug with tears streaming down her face. You hold her tight as your own tears run down your cheeks. “This is like the best birthday present ever.” She says as she slowly lets go to peck your lips. The rest of the team who had been just as shocked as Daan, all held their applause for you to have your moment. But the second the embrace ends, they start clapping and cheering. One by one her teammates and the staff members come over to congratulate you. Once everyone had their turn, you asked for a couple more pictures as the both of you held the jersey up, showing the back with the last name showing.

Both of you were overjoyed with the news. You had been trying different ways to get pregnant for a while now, and finally getting a positive pregnancy test meant so much. After lunch the two of you excuse yourselves to go outside and let everything sink in. You sit down on a nearby bench and start talking about how excited you are for this new chapter of your lives. “Happy birthday, my love.” You say before heading back to the team.

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astraysimp · 4 months

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𓆩⟡𓆪Hello hello! It’s 9mitm Friday! It’s our dumpling boy’s turn and man…..this one challenged me. My brain was working hard trying to figure out and plan this fic. LMAO, I enjoyed the challenge and hope you guys enjoy this chapter! XOXO

𓆩⟡𓆪Summary: For as long as you could remember–once your cousins and siblings had found partners, got married and had kids- your family always asked when it was going to be your turn. You hated it, seeing as it got brought up at every family function, but when you and Hyunjin announced your ‘relationship’ last year they shut up….but they still asked about kids…..until you and Hyune showed up with your baby in tow

𓆩⟡𓆪Warnings: fake dating(to real dating) trope, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, reader’s family is kinda annoying, you and Hyun have kept your baby a secret(no ill intentions), fem!reader, petnames, if my math of baby’s age doesn’t line actually make sense please pretend it does :D

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Ah, Christmas dinner with your family. You loved it….but you also dreaded it. Aunts, uncles, cousins, your siblings, your parents, grandparents all asked when you were going to find a boyfriend, when you were going to get married, when you were going to have kids. It annoyed you to no end. That was until last year when Hyunjin had suggested that you two ‘date’ to shut them up. So, you did, appearing at your family’s Christmas dinner hand in hand.

“Wah, our y/n finally got herself a boyfriend!”

“Finally! She’s not single anymore!”

“A boyfriend?! Oh my god, you brought your boyfriend?!”

“When did you meet?!”

“How long have you been together?!”

“He’s so handsome! Where did you meet him?!”

That was all you heard, until you heard the “so, when are you having kids?” You and Hyunjin hadn’t known what to say, heck your ‘relationship’ was only a show, to shut them up. So, you didn’t answer, telling them, “oh, it’ll be a while.”

It ,in fact, was not a little while. You and Hyunjin had baby Iseul only 9 months later. But, opted not to tell your family, due to wanting to soak up and bask in your new lives as parents.

That brought you to now.

Currently, it was Christmas day and you were getting Iseul ready to go to your family’s Christmas dinner. You were already dressed, wearing a red dress, the skirt sparsely covered in gold sequins, a pair of nylon tights on your legs, a pair of delicate black heels on your feet. You curled your hair, tying half of it up with a bow, your makeup already done– brown and gold eyeshadow accentuated your eyes, blank eyeliner elongating them and ruby red lipstick gracing your plump lips.

Tonight, you and Hyunjin were going to introduce Iseul to your family.

A lot in both yours and Hyunjin’s lives had changed. Your( what started as a fake) relationship had blossomed into a real relationship, you had Iseul 5 months ago, you lived together, he gave you a promise ring, you met his family. Oh, did I mention, you had a baby 5 months ago? Because you did, and her name is Iseul. She is a dream, not fussy, has Hyunjin’s pouty lips, and doesn't cry a lot. You and Hyunjin love her, actually love is too weak a word.

Smiling, you looked down to see Iseul trying to put her foot in her mouth. Laughing, you gently held her legs in your hands, sliding a pair of tights onto her chubby legs. “Hi, my dewdrop. Are you so excited? You get to meet your grandma and grandpa, and your aunts and uncles?” You giggled, as Iseul held her arms and legs up. She giggled as you tickled her belly, high pitched squeals and giggles erupting through the room. Her laugh was one of your favorite things about her, the way she so effortlessly lit up your life with her giggle. Grabbing the dress from beside you, you carefully slid it over her head and put her arms through the sleeves.

My first Christmas

The dress read, across its velvet red fabric, white letters spelling out the words.There was soft fur, along the hem, neckline and sleeves. She looked too cute. Sliding a pair of matching socks over her feet, you smiled and tied her soft baby hair in a ponytail and added a bow. “Oh look at my baby girl! My baby girl is so cute! Should we show appa how cute you are?” You smiled, and gently picked her up, holding her on your hip, as you pointed in the mirror. “There she is! There’s my dewdrop!” You smiled, bouncing her on your hip as she giggled. “Let’s show appa, yeah?!”

Speaking of her appa– Hyunjin– where is he?

You,nor Hyunjin, could exactly remember when your ‘fake’ relationship turned into you actually dating. Was it when the two of you were relaxing on the couch of your shared apartment, his arms around your shoulders and your head on his chest? “We have to make our relationship look real, honey love.” He would tell you.

Maybe

Was it when he made you heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes, for Valentine’s Day? “Happy Valentine’s Day, mumma,” he whispered in your ear. His soft yet calloused hands cradling your cheek, trying to wake you peacefully, where you laid in bed. “Morning, honey oat,” you sleepily grumbled. Your eyes slowly fluttering open to see a tray of breakfast— those exact heart shaped chocolate chip pancakes, strawberries cut into hearts, a glass of orange juice and a croissant— percheched on your bed, with Hyune sitting against the headrest. “Made you breakfast, for you and the baby.” He blushed, smiling down at your half awake form.

Perhaps

Was it when you were at your 20 week ultrasound, finding out that you would be having a baby girl and the nurse beamed at you, congratulating you with a “congratulations Mr and Mrs Hwang”

Mr and Mrs.Hwang

You couldn’t remember. Your lives bled into one another seamlessly, the line between real dating and your fake show relationship seeming to disappear. It was easy. Easy as breathing. Sure, ever since you had become friends with the tall boy, you had pictured and thought of dating him. Wondered how his pillow soft and ever so plush lips would feel against your own; how it would feel to be held against his chest as he sang you to sleep at night. The thoughts always lingered in your brain, somewhere in the back. But, you never would have imagined for him to suggest putting on a show relationship to quiet your family’s ever persistent questioning.

Sure, you had also seen Hyunjin interact with babies, over your times as friends. And did it make you wonder about what it would be like to have a child with him? Yes, you weren’t going to deny it. Again, you never would have guessed it to become a reality. But, it was your reality. You and Hyunjin… sharing an apartment, welcome home kisses, having a baby shower, him healing you through. Your pregnancy.

He was there through it all, every step, milestone, doctor’s appointment. He was there. He had even picked out her name, Iseul. “I like Iseul, love. It means dewdrop. Our own little dewdrop,” He muttered, his large hand rubbing against your bump, as you two were laying in bed, one night.

Her nursery theme was his idea, as well. Themes of soft powder blue and a crème color flourishing against the walls. Hyunjin picked out each piece of furniture, as long as you approved of it, assembled them and built the nursery, filling it with his love. One of his, and your, favorite things was the mural that Hyunjin has painted. It was a picture of the sky, clouds gracing the ceiling with rain falling down, but in the spaces between the raindrops, was her name…

Iseul

Grabbing Iseul’s shoes and snow suit(one of those full body padded baby onesies) you headed towards your and Hyunjin’s shared bedroom? “Where’s appa, Iseul? Hm, where did appa go?” You pondered, seeing as he wasn’t in your bedroom, and the master bathroom light was off.

Where could he have gone? You thought to yourself, as you made your way downstairs, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Hyune? Hyunnie? Babe, where’d you go,are you ready?” You called out, entering the living room.

Then, you saw him– and damn, did he look good. His ebony hair was slicked back, a tailored Versace pair of slacks along his legs, a festive yet classy Versace crewneck on his torso, paired with a gold watch and shiny, black sleek dress shoes on his feet.

Damn, I’m lucky

He was preparing Iseul’s stroller, making sure a blanket was safely tucked in it, to make sure she was warm and had the baby bag sitting on the floor nearby. “Look, dew drop, there’s appa!” You smiled, as she giggled and kicked her feet in your hold.

“Oh! There my girls are! Hi my loves, don’t you two look so pretty?” Hyunjin smiled, turning around at your voice and seeing you standing there. Making his way over to you, he planted a kiss on your lips and Isuel’s forehead, before taking her into his arms. “My baby’s first Christmas! Are you excited, pumpkin!?” He smiled, as Iseul squished her small chubby hands on his cheeks, happy squeals and giggles leaving her mouth. “I think she is, huh dewdrop?” You smiled, adjusting her dress, before you adjusted the red bow in her hair.

Turning to you, Hyunjin smiled and kissed the crown of your head. “ I need to load the gifts and stroller into the car. Think you’ll be okay getting her ready while I do that, hon?” He asked, as you smiled with a nod. “I got it, babe. Go get everything settled,” you patted his butt lightly, taking Iseul back into your arms. With a nod of his head, Hyunjin put his long trench coat on, and grabbed the stroller and baby bag, slinging it over his stroller, “I’ll warm up the car, while I’m out there, honey!” He called, making his way into the cold night air, popping the trunk open and setting the stroller and baby bag inside.

Meanwhile, in the house, you had slid your own matching trench coat on and fastened its buttons, before setting Iseul on the couch, humming as you laid the opened baby snow suit on the cushions. “Let’s get my dew drop bundled up,” you cooed, gently booping her nose. Carefully, you laid her against the back portion of the jacket, settling her legs and arms in their respective sleeves. “One foot, and another foot and you’re all in!” You giggled, zipping up the zipper. Hyunjin had since reentered, to grab your load of presents, before leaning down to plant a kiss to yours and Iseul’s heads. “Look at my little dewdrop! You look so warm, did mommy dress you up?” He smiled as she kicked her feet, before he went to load the presents into the car.

Taking one of her shoes into your hands, you gently slid it on her foot, clasping the buckle shut. “One foot,” You smiled as she waved her arms around, looking up at you. “And one more foot,” you giggled, repeating the process with her other shoe. Picking her up, you grabbed your keys, phone and bag and made your way to the door. Turning the lights off, Hyunjin took Iseul to buckle her into her carseat. “Ready to go, my loves?”

The drive was about an hour and a half , to your parents’ house. Iseul had managed to fall asleep, and you couldn’t blame her, traffic causing a 30 minute delay. Cars bumping back to back, you had barely moved an inch. You weren’t shocked when you turned from your spot in the passenger seat, to see a sleeping Iseul on her car seat.

Driving during the holidays sucked.

But, you managed to make it, and once you pulled into the familiar driveway of your parents’ home, you smiled. Unbuckling your seat belt, you went to the trunk, grabbing the gift bags. You, carefully, made your way into the house, to be greeted by smiles and warm hugs. But, outside, Hyunjin was grabbing the stroller, setting a still sleeping baby Iseul in it, and the rest of the gifts.

“Hi,everyone! We’re here!”

Your parents rushed over to you, pulling you into their warm embrace. “Hi, love, so nice to see you! Where is that lovely boyfriend of yours?” Your mom asked, noticing Hyunjin wasn’t by your side. “He’s out bringing the rest of the gifts(and our baby) in,” You laughed, turning to hug your dad. “Hi sweetheart, how are you?” Your dad asked, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m good, how are you, dad?” You smiled, walking to the living room, after shrugging your jacket and shoes off, exchanging them for house slippers.

“Hi, yn!”

“Hey, where’s Hyunjin?!”

“Ynnie! So good to see you!”

Everyone called out their greetings and you smiled, giving them all a hug after you placed the presents under the, already full, tree. “He’s on his way in, we have a lot of presents to bring!” You laughed out.

You heard him before you saw him. Smiling, you could hear the wheels locking on the stroller as he was taking his jacket and shoes off. Any minute now and everyone would be in for a big surprise.

“Hello, hello! I’m here!”

And there he was. But, not only him, he came pushing the stroller in, Iseul still asleep, the soft blanket laid over her body. “And, we have a guest!”

“Is that a-”

“A stroller….a baby?!”

“When did you two have a baby?!”

“A grandbaby, oh my gosh!”

Needless to say, everyone was surprised, shocked, taken aback, confused. You laughed, as Hyunjin took Iseul out of her stroller and sat next to you. “Yep, a baby. Baby Iseul,” you smiled, seeing her stir awake. Gently, you tucked the soft fleece blanket around her body, ensuring her pacifier was shut in her mouth. But, they could also see a ring on your finger.

“What-“

“When?!”

“How old is she?!”

“What’s her name?!”

“Is that a ring?!”

Laughing, you looked over at Hyunjin, seeing him rocking Iseul in his arms. “Wow, lots of questions. But! I have answers!” You giggled, settling yourself against Hyunjin’s side, as he placed a kiss on your temple. “So, to start, her name is Iseul and she’s 5 months old. Uh, we found out we were having her after last Christmas,” You breathed out, as Hyunjin nodded. Clearing his throat, he looked toward you. “We weren’t expecting or planning on having her. She was like our own Christmas present, he laughed, “but, we really love being parents.”

“Why haven’t we met or seen her yet?” Your mom asked, curious as to what took you and Hyunjin so long to bring your baby around. Nodding your head, you smiled as Iseul was slowly stirring from her sleep. “Honestly, we just wanted to bask in having her to herself, for a while, before we brought her around everyone. Becoming parents was a change, a big one, so we wanted to soak it i, have our own memories built and just get to love on her.” You breathed out, hearing a soft whimper coming from Iseul. Hyunjin smiled and nodded, “there is absolutely no ill intentions. We just wanted to be able to soak in the new parenthood love and enjoy her to ourselves.” You both smiled, before Isuel’s whimpers turned into cries, she was hungry. “Excuse me, I think we have a hungry baby on our hands,”Hyunjin smiled, rising from his seat on the couch to grab a premade bottle from the baby bag and go to the kitchen to warm it.

It was true and you and Hyunjin loved the 5 months you had Iseul to yourselves. From the moment she was born, she had her appa wrapped around her finger. Iseul was born early in the morning,2:23 to be exact. You remember Hyunjin crying, as she was placed on your chest, her head covered in soft black hair. She has his lips, and nose but your eyes. She was—and still is— his greatest accomplishment.

Month 1 brought a lot of changes. A new sleep —if you can even call it that— schedule for you and Hyunjin, lots of waking up at the break of dawn for nightly feeds, lots of diapers and dirty clothes. But, also lots of smiles, smiles shared with each other and smiles shared with Iseul. Lots of baby giggles, gummy smiles and big brown eyes.

With each month, your hearts only grew, watching as her personality developed. She was a daddy’s girl, through and through. Loving to be held and sang to by Hyunjin. He loved to hold her small body to his bare chest. Looking up at him, her big brown eyes blinking, easily growing tired throughout the day. “It must be tiring being so cute,” he cooed to her, kissing her small forehead. Hyunjin had fallen asleep in the rocking chair by the crib many times. “Want to make sure she’s okay, honey love,” he’d tell you, a tired yawn falling from his lips. She was, and always will be safe, but he needed to be sure. But, luckily Iseul always slept through the night, easily.

By month 5, Iseul learned to hold a crayon. Thanks to Hyunjin. You would come home to see them in the kitchen seated at the dining table, coloring. But, your favorite sights were seeing them cuddling. It warmed your heart. You also loved watching Hyunjin feed her. It was such a mundane task, but it was the cutest thing to see. Iseul would be seated in her high chair, Hyunjin sat in front of her, and he’d swirl the spoon in front of her. “Here comes the plane,” he would say with a sing-songy lilt in his voice. Her small pouty lips would enclose the spoon and her face would scrunch up, mimicking the way Hyunjin’s own face would pout when he ate. “She definitely is your daughter, honey bear.” You would giggle out, as he used the spoon to wipe the baby food from around her mouth.

Returning from the kitchen, Hyunjin sat on the couch, a warm bottle of breastmilk nustled between Iseul’s mouth, as she fed. “I’m back, and she is less fussy,” he chuckled, knowing a full tummy would calm her down. It was true. Iseul only became fussy when hungry or tired.But, the drive from your apartment to your parents’s house had her well rested. Your cousin had peeped up. “So, there’s a ring on yn’s finger. When did that happen?” She smiled, pointing to the delicate stoned balanced between prongs and snugly set on a delicate band. “Oh that?” Hyunjin laughed, carefully handing you a now empty bottle, before softly patting Iseul’s back. “It’s a promise ring, a promise to never give up on yn or Iseul, and to always be here, no matter how hard it gets…..It’s also a promise to make her my wife,one day. Almost like a placeholder ring until then.” He smiled, as you carefully took Iseul into your arms.

Cradling her to your chest, you and Hyunjin exchanged soft eyes and loving smiles. “Well, we’re really happy for the both of you.” Your dad chimed in, patting Hyunjin on the shoulder. “Thank you. We’re really happy,too.” Hyunjin smiled, his eyes watching as you rocked your baby in your arms, looking down to her with matching eyes. The world around you,Hyunjin and Iseul, seemed to disappear. It was only the three of you. Looking back up , you saw Hyunjin watching you. Smiling, you gently blew him a kiss. Which he gladly caught and pressed to his heart, before sending two— one for you and one for the baby— your way.

“Time to eat! Dinner is ready!”

Maybe, family Christmas dinners weren’t so bad after all. But maybe that's because you had Hyunjin and Iseul. Or, maybe because you wouldn’t be questioned anymore. Standing up, you hold Iseul in your arms, walking to the dining room, Hyunjin following you.

Dinner time

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jokeringcutio · 6 months

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Severus Snape x Reader - Halloween (Contains Smut)

AN: Follow me for more Halloween Reader Inserts. More stories will follow this month.

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Professor Snape x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: A grown-up dressed as a Hogwarts student on Halloween… Snape has his own thoughts about it.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual content, spanking, blowjob.

Not a Real Hogwarts Student

Halloween evening draped its eerie shadows around you, the crisp autumn air nipping at your cheeks as you and your friend Melissa guided a gaggle of excited children from house to house. Their laughter pierced the night as they scampered from door to door. To match the group, Melissa and you had decided to dress up as well. Moonlight shimmered on the velvet fabric of your Hogwarts uniform, a tribute to the fantasy world you loved so much. Your favorite house, of course. It had been an easy decision.

"Let's try this place!" one of the kids exclaimed, pointing at an old, imposing residence. It fit Halloween perfectly, although you could tell it wasn’t decorated for the occasion. This house looked just creepy on itself.

Little did you know, it was the home of none other than Severus Snape himself.

The tallest of the kids rang the doorbell, an ominous creak echoing through the darkened hallway within. Your heart thudded in your chest, anticipation lacing your veins.

The door swung open to reveal the tall figure of Professor Snape, his black hair framing his pale face. The children gasped, staring wide-eyed at the man they knew to be the famous strict, no-nonsense professor.

"Trick-or-treat," they mumbled hesitantly, their previous enthusiasm dampened by the sight of him.

"Ah, my little ghouls and witches," Snape purred, his voice dripping with mystery. "I have something for each of you."

Reaching into a crystal bowl, he pulled out handfuls of candy, distributing them among the children with uncharacteristic gentleness. The kids were hesitant, but when they saw the copious amount of candy they were given, they started to smile again.

Melissa threw you a look that showed she was as confused as you. “Nice outfit, sir,” she said, betraying that she hadn’t recognized him. But you knew who he was, and you trembled slightly at the crooked smile he flashed your friend.

He wasn’t wearing a Halloween costume, you thought. Snape was in his ordinary black clothes. His usual.

"Thank you, Professor," the kids said, smiling brightly and clutching their treats tightly.

“You’re welcome,” Snape said, his voice had that unmistakable low buzz to it that made it uniquely his; words drawn and stretched like a hum.

“Come on,” one of the kids said, signaling the others to head to the next home. They started to run, their laughter filling the air once more. You and Melissa turned around to follow when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

"Girl in the Hogwarts outfit," Snape called after you as the children scampered off. "A word."

Your eyes widened and you looked at Melissa. She was dressed as a pirate, her dress showing off her bare knees and shapely thighs. She looked stunning and alluring. She wasn’t dressed as a Hogwarts student.

You were.

“What do I do?” you mouthed the words silently at Melissa, aware that Snape couldn’t see them as you stood turned away. Provided he wouldn’t read your mind. But no. You should not think of that, because if he did, he would read that too. And this. And this. And the fact that you’d gotten hot for him for ages. Bummer. If he could read your mind he probably saw all the flashes of erotic daydreams involving him and you that instantly surfaced to the front of your mind. You tried to push your dirty thoughts far away while you tried to focus on Melissa as she stepped closer to you.

“Go to him?” she whispered. Melissa clutched your arm, her eyes wide with confusion.

"Is that a good idea?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Why not?" She asked, then frowned. “Look, the kids are already at the next house, someone has to stay with them. Just talk to the man, they seem to know him. Plus we know where he lives. If he tries anything funny….”

She left the words dangling in the air and you nodded, knowing what she was trying to say. You could feel the weight of Snape's dark gaze upon you, beckoning you to him.

“All right,” you said, “I’ll talk to him.” Somehow you were more than a little intrigued that Snape had asked you to stay behind. Not sexy and pretty Melissa. But you. You needed to know what it was that he wanted.

“But if anything happens to me,” you threatened.

Melissa rolled her eyes. “God's sake, girl,” she said, grumbling. "I’ll make you a deal. If you're not back in half an hour, I'll come looking for you."

You stared at your friend, glowering until she cracked a smile. “And you have your phone. You’ll be good.”

"Deal," you said, taking a deep breath before you turned around. Behind you, you could hear Melissa’s hurried footsteps as she ran over to the kids. While your fate awaited you at the door of a dark and gloomy-looking house. There were actual black bricks and wood incorporated into the house’s exterior. How fitting.

Slowly, you walked back to the porch. He stood there, an enigmatic figure framed by the doorway, waiting patiently for you to return.

“You asked for me, sir?” you politely started, but he cut you off by turning briskly and retreating into his house, not even waiting to see if you followed. You only heard his low voice drift towards you.

"Come inside," The words were a low hum, vibrating in your soul. A command. You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest, before finally stepping into his home.

The moment you crossed the threshold, the whole atmosphere seemed to change. The cold and morbid exterior seemed to be replaced with a pleasant and warm interior. A small hallway with flowery wallpaper led you to a cozy living room that was filled with strange knick-knacks – a bubbling cauldron, rows of vials containing mysterious liquids, and countless books lining the walls. You could feel the power emanating from every corner, but at the same time, it felt oddly inviting.

"Sit," he ordered, gesturing to a spot on the floor in front of a comfortable chair by the fireplace.

You blinked up at him, not quite sure if you understood him. Did he want you to sit on the floor?

“A grown-up woman dressed as a student,” Snape’s low voice sounded, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. You hoped he didn’t notice, that he didn’t see how much his voice affected you. “Deplorable.”

Now wait a minute. You hadn’t come here to be insulted. But as you opened your mouth to say your bit, Snape raised a hand and spoke again. “I won’t ask you again. If you want to dress up as a student, you better listen to your professor. Sit.”

The floor again. You’d seen it correctly then. Reluctantly, you obeyed, sinking to your knees as he lowered himself into the chair in front of you, staring intently at you. Just his gaze alone sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel the heat rising between you, an unspoken tension leaving you breathless.

For a while, that was all there was to it. Just him staring at you, and you trying not to let your thoughts get in the way. Moistness gathered between your legs and you prayed he wouldn’t see. But then again, his eyes… they were so intently upon you, darker than the blackest coal you’d ever seen. What was he looking for? What was he hoping for?

You shifted, uncomfortable, and placed your hands between your knees, sitting up meekly.

"Are you aware of the effect your costume has on me?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Dressed as a student from my school... At your age… What do you have to say for yourself.”

“Sorry, Professor. I didn’t know you were-” real? Here? What was it you could say that wouldn’t raise his anger? “It’s my favorite house and it was just a bit of harmless fun.”

“Harmless, right?” The words were drawn, his dark eyes roving over you. “Seeing you like this… it awakens something within me."

You swallowed hard, suddenly aware of your own vulnerability. "I... I didn't mean to, Professor," you stammered, feeling the intensity of his gaze burning into you.

"Didn't you?" he pressed, leaning forward ever so slightly. "You must have known how it would affect me. How it would make me feel."

Your heart raced and your breath hitched in your throat. No, you hadn’t, you thought. But if you had, you would have put the costume on all the same. You desired him, and now he would see you.

Snape's dark eyes held yours captive, almost as if he knew he had you caught, and you knew there was no escaping the dangerous attraction that crackled between you.

"Your apology is inadequate," Snape declared, his voice low and dangerous. "You must make amends for your indiscretion."

A shudder raced through you as you struggled to comprehend his intentions. "What do you want me to do, Professor?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Come here," he commanded, patting his lap.

Obediently, you approached, uncertain what exactly it was that he wanted from you. Although you were starting to have an inkling. You wanted to ask him ‘Really, Professor?’ or tease him. But he grasped your arm, as quick as a snake, and tugged you toward him. The jerking motion made you tumble over. You felt a strong palm against your back, pushing you as he laid you across his knees, and you gasped.

He had tricked you, just like that. You tried to look up but then froze at the feeling of his hand brushing past the skin of your leg. Gently at first, then more demanding, until it slipped underneath your skirt and pulled it down.

“Professor!” You called out in surprise. But he hissed at you as a sign to remain quiet, while his hands toyed with the naked flesh of your ass. A gentle rub of his palms, kneading and fondling your soft skin.

An experimental pat. Then, another one. You bit your lip in pleasure.

"Count them," he ordered, and you instantly knew what he was going to do next. You braced yourself for the first slap. It landed with a resounding smack, stinging your flesh. "One," you gasped, trying to maintain your composure.

"Again," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. The second slap struck, harder than the first, forcing a whimper from your lips. "Two," you breathed, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"Perhaps this will teach you a lesson," he mused, landing another sharp blow to your tender skin. "Three," you choked out, unable to hold back the sob that threatened to escape. God, this felt good.

"Enough," Snape decided, his fingers tracing the red marks he'd left on your behind. "But you're not truly sorry yet, are you?"

You shook your head, frightened by the dark desire that flickered in his eyes. "No, Professor," you admitted, your voice barely audible.

"Then prove it," he growled, guiding you off his lap and back onto your knees before him. As you hesitated, he placed his hands on yours, moving them between his legs. Your fingertips were brushed against his fly. When you looked up at him you saw how the professor had cocked his head, how his eyebrows raised in anticipation. He wanted you to do this.

Slowly, you unbuttoned his pants, releasing his throbbing cock into view. It was large. Not as pale as the rest of him. Riddled with purple veins and pulsing.

“Now then,” a low murmur from his lips. "Show me how sorry you are."

Tentatively, you reached out to touch him, your fingers trembling as they wrapped around his length. Experimentally, you brushed your thumb past the head, noticing how a droplet of pre-cum stuck to your finger as you brushed past the slit. Did a shiver just run down his spine? Did he tremble underneath your touch?

Feeling empowered, you started to move your hand up and down. With each stroke, your confidence grew, and soon you leaned forward, brushing your lips past the wet tip.

“Yes,” the pleasure was audible in his voice. “Use those pretty lips.”

Encouraged, you gripped the base of his cock with both hands while taking the tip of him into your mouth. It tasted funny, but good. Eager for more, you tried to take him in deeper in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks while you pushed your tongue against him. Slowly, you started to move your head up and down, taking him a little bit deeper with each thrust.

"Good girl," he praised, his hand tangling in your hair as he guided you to take him deeper. "That's it, just like that."

You tried to focus on pleasing him, suppressing your gag reflex as he filled your throat. His grip tightened in your hair, urging you on as your lips and tongue worked their magic on him.

"Almost there," he groaned, his breath hitching as you continued your diligent efforts. The taste of him was intoxicating, making you crave more.

As he neared his climax, you felt the muscles in his thighs tense beneath you. "I'm going to come," he warned, voice thick with lust.

His grip on your hair tightened further, a guttural moan escaping him as he thrust one final time into your mouth. You felt the hot, thick jets of his spunk hit the back of your throat, and you swallowed greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop.

When he was spent, Snape released his hold on your head, allowing you to gasp for air. You were feeling a little dizzy, the salty taste of his cock and his cum lingered on your tongue. Something cold and wet was on your cheek and you wiped it away with the back of your hand. It seemed a few droplets of cum had managed to get away.

Snape’s dark eyes bore into yours, searching for something within their depths. "I enjoyed myself," he admitted, his voice low and intense.

Your cheeks flushed with both arousal and embarrassment, but you met his gaze boldly. "So did I, Professor," you confessed, feeling a strange thrill at admitting your desires to this powerful man. "I would like to do this again."

He regarded you thoughtfully for a moment before nodding. "Yes," he agreed, his tone almost gentle. "We will have to continue your… education soon."

A flurry of excitement stirred in your abdomen, as if a thousand butterflies took flight. He wanted to meet with you again. To do this again. Just the thought that you would get to see and pleasure him again got you all flustered.

You stood, smoothing your skirt and attempting to regain some semblance of composure.

“Let me know when,” you said, leaning forward to scribble your telephone number on a piece of paper that conveniently lay upon his side table. You felt him as he watched, but when you spun around, he was decent again. Still seated in his chair, he watched you.

“Well, I probably need to go,” you started, hesitantly. You didn’t want to leave but…

“Or your friend will come with the police in tow,” Snape added. “Get moving, girl.”

Here, the two of you locked gazes and flashed each other a smile.

“I’ll see you around, Professor,” you said, more cheekily now. You flashed him a smile and, with an elegant twirl, turned around and made your way to the door.

Just as you were about to step outside you heard him call out your name. Confused, you turned back to face him. He gestured toward the bowl of candy on a table near the door.

"Don't forget your reward for being such a little goody two shoes," he told you, the corners of his lips twitching ever so slightly.

"Thank you, Professor," you murmured, quickly grabbing a handful of candy before slipping out into the cool night air, your heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come.

~ Fin ~

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