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#IM GOING TO SLAM MY HEAD INTO THE WALL RN

sserasin · 3 months

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omgg g!p yunjin x stripper!reader..(im sorry i don’t have more :( my mind is so blank with thoughts rn..😭☹️)

special treatment

cw nsfw under cut, g!p yunjin, female reader, unprotected sex, light praise, not extreme dom/sub dynamics sorry , n respect sex work !

yunjin was definitely dreaming.

she drank too much on her birthday, and she passed out and was now dreaming of the best fucking night of her life.

because there was no way you were on top of her, grinding against her clothed boner along to the song playing.

“um, what song is this?” yunjin breathes out, hips rutting up to meet yours. you don’t tell her to stop.

you giggle, hand moving from the back of the couch and reaching behind your back, tugging on a string of your tiny top. her cock twitches under you as your breasts fall out of your top, slipping it off fully. “do you wanna touch me?”

she doesn’t realize you said anything until a few seconds later, “i- wha—? isn’t that against the rules?” but she can’t deny that she wants to, and so she does.

“yeah,” you moan out as she pinches your nipple experimentally. “but i like you, so you get special treatment.”

yunjin likes the feeling your words give her, feeling much more confident than she had been before. she swallows, glancing from your eyes to your breasts. she reaches down and takes your nipple into her warm mouth without warning, back arching into her as your hips go faster.

her free hand alternates between groping your tit and pinching and lightly twisting your nipple, which did more for you than you thought it would. you let out a whimper, hand tugging on her hair to break her away from your chest and pulling her into a series of messy kisses, moaning in each other’s mouths.

“do you do this with all your clients?” she whispers in between kisses, pulling back to look at you with heavy eyelids. a string of saliva connects the two of you and you follow it to give her another kiss.

“just the pretty ones,” you smile slightly, raising off of her despite her hands falling to your waist to pull you back down. “wait,” you say, tugging your bottoms down your legs and kicking them to the side.

heat pools at the bottom of your stomach as you watch yunjin watch you undress, allowing her to pull you back down on her. your tits are right in her face, which she takes the opportunity to start littering kisses and sucking on your tits.

lowering yourself back down on her, the roughness of her jeans on your bare pussy makes you throw your head back. you don’t want friction burn so you’re glad to unzip her jeans and pull her cock out.

the size of her cock was much larger than it appeared under her jeans. you feel faint just by looking at it. it’s long, and thick to where you know you’d feel every ridge of a vein dragging against your walls.

you don’t waste another second, pushing her down on the couch and dragging the head of her cock through your folds, coating it in your arousal.

yunjin groans, “fucking tease,” before she’s slamming you down and bucking her hips simultaneously.

a choked half gasp, half moan left your lips, “oh fuck-” you began bouncing up and down, the mushroomy head slamming into your gummy walls. “ah, ah, ah-”

“shit, shit, shit!” yunjin shakes her head, feeling you squeeze around her. “i, fuck- you’re doing so good, baby. such a good girl for me, huh?” you don’t know what the fuck switched up in her, but the praise made you keen, pressing your chest against her clothed one. the rough fabric of her shirt rubs against your nipples, making you whimper.

“look at you,” she’s murmuring absentmindedly, fingers coming to rub circles in your clit. “so eager to please.”

“please, please,” you let out a pathetic noise, leaning back to rest your hands on her knees. the new angle forces a loud moan out of both of your lips, hitting exactly at your sweet spot. in your haste to your orgasm, her cock slips out of you a couple times which she quickly slides it back in.

“please, what, baby?” she’s gripping your hips tightly to where you just know there will be bruises. the thought of her leaving her mark on you makes you throw your head back, your ass and her thighs slapping together.

“can i come? please please please plea-”

“come,” yunjin forces out before she shoots a long stream of warm cum in you, painting your walls. the coil in your stomach snaps and you’re coming undone around her cock with a loud moan.

you gasp for breath, chest heaving as you fall back on your elbows and slipping out of her. you both hiss as the loss, but you remain laying on your back. your eyes close, deciding to catch your breath and get your strength back before you get back up.

it takes yunjin a minute to come back to earth. she warily blinks, sitting up and spotting you on the other side of the couch, resting your head on the arm. she lightly taps your arm, “… are you okay?”

“fantastic,” you hum absentmindedly, “just tired.” you lift your head up, despite your words and say, “are you okay?”

yunjin laughs lightly, feeling her cheeks burn, “yes— yeah. you were … really good.”

“thanks,” you smile, spotting your top and bottoms at two opposite sides of the room and stand up to get them.

yunjin looks away out of respect.

as you slip them on, yunjin pulls her jeans back up and reaches over to her purse on the ground, getting the correct amount of money.

as she goes to hand it to you, she doesn’t expect you to pull her in a kiss by her shirt. she gasps softly but quickly falls into the kiss, only for you to pull back a second after. she leans forward to kiss you again, but you giggle and push her back lightly.

“what was that?” she blinks.

“a kiss,” you smile cutely, an expression she hasn’t seen on you before. she thinks you’re even prettier when you smile genuinely and not just for show. “to tell you to come back.”

yunjin doesn’t get a chance to respond as the door opens, revealing the bouncer. he doesn’t pay attention to your disheveled appearances, simply saying, “session’s over,” and leaving the door open when he leaves.

before you can completely follow him out, her voice stops you, “i was going to come back, anyway.”

you choose not to respond, glancing over your shoulder and winking before you turn out the door.

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jaidens · 10 months

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Your Little Hand's Wrapped Around My Finger And It's So Quiet In The World Tonight

pairing [s] : dad!dallas winston x reader

warning [s] :| im actually crying rn | biggest dad!dallas supporter actually | mentions of all things pregnancy related: throwing up

a/n [s] : requests are open!

Dallas is quiet as you stand in front of him, hands shaking. He has barely any reaction to what you told him, tears running down your face as you laid in his arms. Dallas holds you tight, hand laying on your neck protectively. Dallas Winston wasn't a ‘father’ type. After growing up with an absolutely horrible example, he was forced to live by himself, not relying on anyone. You came into his life and understood what he needed: unconsciously pulling him slowly out of the thick walls he has built up over his time on the Earth.

Dallas hated kids, that was one thing anyone could remember Dallas as. It was him knocking over their drink, taking candy from them, or throwing their poker cards everywhere; he hated kids. So, when you had found out you were pregnant you were understandably immediately worried. The day you told him, you were terrified. Your hands shaking as you told him, getting ready to hear yelling or slamming doors: but it was the complete opposite. Dallas cried that night with his hand lying on your stomach, with your hands in his hair.

You were four months pregnant, surviving the time of morning and night sickness. However, you still pushed through while Dallas would follow you into the bathroom at all moments it didn't matter either way. His hand would rub your back and hold your hair back. Dallas wasn't known for acting like this, holding his girlfriend in his arms while she was sick. He was changing in his life, and he let those changes overtake him, saddening the dumb Greasers who would try and convince him to slash tires, by saying no to their advances.

If you asked Dallas fifteen months ago about how he felt about kids, he would grumble and say how gross they were. Now, he thinks the baby with soft brown eyes and dark whisps of hair kicks her legs at him while giggling, is the sweetest creature ever. For the nine months you held her and the pain you experienced, she looked identical to her father. Same nose, lips, and big doe eyes. You weren't angry however, knowing her face would be loved just like you loved Dally’s face.

“Hey Dal’,” You say as he watches you wrap around the corner of the living room. You and Dallas saved up enough money for a small house with just enough you needed to live. Two bedrooms, one big enough for you and Dallas and one for the baby. She was named Darlene after Dallas’ mother, in hopes to remember her legacy. You thought the name was absolutely gorgeous, and she was given your mother’s middle name. “How is Darla?”

Dallas looks up at you, his finger has her hand wrapped around it, as she chews on it. “Hey, sweetheart.” You sit down next to him, and lay on his shoulder. You both admire Darla and her gorgeousness and the happiness she radiated to everyone. “She’s been great.” Dallas’ voice is soft, barely speaking above a whisper as his hand pushes back her hair. You're staring at Dally as he picks Darla up and gives her forehead a tight kiss, and then gives you one. “She probably needs a feeding now. Why don't you go rest, Dal? You've been up all day and night.” You offer but he shakes his head, and follows you to the couch where you feed Darlene.

Another thing that's shown up is his clinginess towards you. He stopped leaving you alone, choosing to go everywhere with you, even if that just includes changing Darlene’s diaper. He's been an amazing, incredible father and you're the most glad to have his support in your life. For the fact he stayed with you, and decided to care for her.

#the outsiders 1983 #dallas winston imagine #dallas winston the outsiders #dallas winston #dally x reader #dally winston #dally winston x reader #dallas winston x reader #dallas winston x you #dallas winston x y/n

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hystixia · 8 months

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WARNINGS 、NONCON, CHOKING, SIZE KINK, CERVIX FUCKING, DEGRADATION

NOTE 、ignore spelling errors and whatnot. i literally dont even have time to format this properly rn sorry </3 this is lowkey shit so im sorry again LMAO

You don’t know if it’s possible, but Jeff Mason found a way to completely turn your brain off. Your tongue is lolled out, eyes rolled back into your skull as you babble out whimpers and begs and incoherent slurs of his name hanging off your seemingly numb wet muscle. However he is proud of the state you’re in because of him. After all, you were his whether you liked it or not.

“Nothin’ but a dumb fuckin’ slut, huh?” He breathes out with a smirk, breath hot against your neck and his body caging yours against the soft blankets and sheets of your bed. He’s so much bigger, so much stronger than you that despite your efforts to wriggle away from his painfully good thrusts, he keeps you locked in place with his large hands gripping your waist tight enough to leave marks. “That’s right, just a needy cocksleeve, hm? Too dumb to think, just made to take my cock. Isn’t that right, doll?”

You can’t reply, he knows you’re unable to fathom a single response in that fucked dumb head of yours. Yet he still talks to you in a mocking tone, grinning sinisterly at your glassy eyes as you cling to the sheets and gasp loudly in between “ah”s and “omph”s that fall from your bruised lips.

“J-Jef— haah! Jeff—” “Such a whiney bitch, huh? Never shutting that whore mouth’ve yours.” He hisses out, slamming into you impossibly harder and making you scream out until your throat is scratchy and burns. A hand wraps tight around your neck much like a snake would constrict around its prey, cutting off your airflow entirely and causing panic to mix with pleasure and pain. It’s all blurred lines for you, fingers digging into the skin of his wrist as tears fall down your face and his tip brutally kisses against your soft cervix making your gut tighten with overwhelming warmth.

“Gonna cum? Already?” He sneers, tilting his head as black strands tickle against your exposed collarbones. You wish you could talk back, you wish you had the energy and dignity to not behave like a god damn pornstar. “Didn’t know y’were such a cheap whore.” He chuckles, humiliating you further as your walls flutter tight and milk his thick girth as your juices web out and leave a creamy ring around the base of his cock.

However he doesn’t stop, he keeps going and it’s too much to handle. You cry out once more, begging in such a sweet and pathetic voice that it would’ve worked on someone else— anybody else, besides Jeff.

“Expected me to stop?” He laughs, cock twitching against your walls and he’s so close you wonder how he hasn’t caved already. His hand releases your poor neck allowing you to breath right as black spots started to prickle the corners of your vision and your lungs were burning from lack of air. “You don’t get a break, slut. Now shut up and take it.”

#jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer smut #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x female reader #jtk x reader #jeff mason x reader #jeff mason smut

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myballsyourballs · 1 year

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This just came in mind

Katsuki deku and todoroki reactions to seeing reader really bad injured.

Ok so they fighting a villain, and on the end of the battle the construction that they were inside starts to break in pieces. And the reader didn't managed to get out in time. (reader is not dead just badly injured)

(So sorry if it's hard to understand my english still need to be polished 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️)

fatality

bakugou, midoriya (seperate) x m! reader

genre: angsty(?) drabbles

warnings: description of injury

notes: i assumed this was seperate- i hope i didnt get that wrong 😭 also, if you don't specify gender im probably going to make it gn or male (which i did here) and i am SO sorry for not including todoroki — i didn’t know how to characterise him for something like this, and i honestly just need to churn out fics rn. thanks for requesting!

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bakugou !

The building erupted into flames, orange and yellow tendrils licking at the sides of rotting concrete walls. Slowly, the cement broke, anything stable soon collapsing into a dusty heap of rock.

Bakugou called out. There was no answer.

He kept running. There was so much smoke. His eyes scanned the remains around him frantically, in contrast to his seemingly calm exterior. He felt like he was in shock. His expression was blank, completely devoid of any emotion -- except his eyes. Unadulterated panic swam in his red irises, molars clacking together as Bakugou clenched his jaw. He swallowed thickly.

"Zero! We need to get out of here -- it's not stable!" He faintly registered Kirishima yelling out to him. Nothing's breaking anymore. It's stable enough. Bakugou knew he was only trying to make himself feel better at this point.

"[L/N]'s in here." He said softly, hands stilling by his sides as he observed the concrete around him.

"Grou-- Bakugou, come on!"

He spotted you.

A hand, one that was definitely yours, peeked underneath a thick slab of rectangular-shaped rock that was laying on top of you. There was some other concrete that rested beneath it which prevented it from completely weighing on you, but your left arm wasn't so lucky. Bakugou rushed forward, gripping the edge of the slab with calloused fingers and pulling it up with a groan. Once it was far enough from you, he let out explosions from his palms, ignoring the ache and slight burn he felt in doing so.

The concrete slab slammed against the ground beside you, vibrations ringing out in a low rumble — unheard over the high-pitched ringing in Bakugou’s ears. No, no, no no no…

Your body lay on the ground, blood pouring in a slow drip from a head wound located on the side of your temple. Your arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, and your face was covered in soot. Bakugou felt the sting of bile at the back of his throat. A torn hero suit revealed a large burn — 3rd degree — that traced the expanse of your stomach. 2nd degree burns littered your arms and chest, though your face and legs were left mostly clear.

“Get a medic!” he called out, voice raspy from smoke inhalation.

There was silence. He looked back, meeting the eyes of Kirishima, who was still in shock, standing with his eyes trained on your unconscious body.

"I SAID GET A FUCKING MEDIC!"

Red Riot startled, stumbling backwards and towards where the ambulances were soon arriving, exiting the cloud of smoke.

His fists clenched against the ground beside your head, body rocking back and forth. He couldn’t move you. It was too risky. What if you had broke your neck? Got a concussion? Brain damage? Broken your skull? Amnesia? Hematoma? Paralysed, seizures, coma—

“Ground Zero!” A voice called — unfamiliar this time. Kirishima seemed to have left. Bakugou raised his head slightly, red eyes peering at a figure approaching from the smoke. “We need you to step away. We’re taking him to the hospital.”

Wordlessly, Bakugou reluctantly pulled his arms from beside your head. More figures approached from the cloud of dust and smoke, carrying a stretcher between them. They checked your pulse, announcing it was there, but faint. He watched numbly as they wrapped a precautionary brace around your neck, steadying your head as they transferred you to the stretcher.

Bakugou followed them out, feeling like he was on autopilot. You had a pulse. You were alive.

He didn't leave your side.

midoriya !

"[Y/N]!"

Midoriya skidded to a stop next to your stretcher, collapsing to his knees with tears already streaming down his cheeks. He slid an arm around your waist, and a palm to the back of your head. "You're okay, you're okay..."

Your eyes settled onto his, hazy. Midoriya let out a relieved laugh that soon dissolved into sobs. Your eyelids felt heavy. You wanted to sleep. "...I'm... okay," you said, voice raspy. "It's okay..."

"You w--weren't! There was-- there was blood, and--"

"Izuku," you murmured gently, his eyes snapping to yours. "I'm okay," you repeated. You raised a hand, gently stroking his jaw, watching in silence as his lower lip trembled.

"...I can't lose you."

"You won't. You haven't."

He dipped his head, shoulders shaking once more as sobs wracked his body. Plumes of smoke poured out of the building in the distance, the wail of sirens faint. Midoriya buried his head into your chest, worn out and emotions a tangled mess.

The fight from before didn't seem to last long after you had gotten injured. It's odd, though, the contrast you see now. After you had been thrown back by the villain and broken your leg, Midoriya was first not upset. Well, underneath his exterior he probably was, but outside of that?

Midoriya was furious.

He was seething with rage, a rage that could rival even Bakugou's. It was... rather odd to see. The fight didn't last long after that. Midoriya delt with the villain, and ran straight to the stretcher you had been put on.

Your calloused fingers ran through his hair, brushing out any knots and shaking off the dust. His breathing was less ragged now -- though he was still limp against your chest. Kneeling on the ground. That looks uncomfortable. "Don't you wanna grab a chair? Your knees are going to hurt..." you mumbled quietly, voice only a gently rumble.

Midoriya tightened his arm around your waist.

No, then. You continued to guide your fingers through his hair, your other hand gently laid over his shoulders.

A throat cleared.

You turned your head quickly, wincing and letting out a small hiss when the movement caused your headache to increase while your vision blurred.

A paramedic stood there, her face patient. "There's an ambulance ready for you now," she paused, contemplative. "Hero Deku, you're welcome to tag along."

Midoriya's head lifted, green curls bouncing as he nodded his head.

"Great. If you're good to go, we'll get you going now."

"Yeah," you murmured breathily, eyes threatening to close. "...yeah, I'm good."

The paramedic, who was now rolling your stretcher to the ambulance with Midoriya trailing at your side, pursed her lips before she spoke again. "Please keep your eyes open, sir. You can sleep when we get to the hospital."

You sighed, head lolling as you turned it to the opposite direction of her. "M'fine. The guy... before... he told me not to sleep, too," you faltered, eyes feeling heavy.

“[Y/N]?” Midoriya murmured, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. His eyes widened as yours slipped shut. “Hey, [Y/N]!”

He never let go of your hand.

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throneofsmut · 2 months

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BOUND IN FLAMES - Part 10

Eris Vanserra × Archeron-Sister- Reader

Description: Feyre and her younger sister go hunting in the forest behind their family's cottage and go through life changing experiences.

Warnings: Smut, violence, injury and mentions of trauma and death.

Authors Note: Sorry this part took forever !! i literally kept rewriting because i didn't feel like the story was flowing 😭 and idk about you guys but im in my house of the dragon era rn so there is some valyrian in the fic but i also wrote the translations... but i hope you guys enjoy this part 😚😚💕

Word Court: 7.9k

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“Why are you looking at me like that, Eris?” He doesn’t respond, his eyes just keep darting from you to Raihn and from Raihn to you. Your own eyes darted from Eris to Raihn and back to Eris.

From the corner of your eye you see Raihn tilt his head at Eris—confused. I think he thinks he’s seeing things. His deep gruff voice was clear in your head.

Your brows furrow at Raihn’s admission, shaking your head slightly, Did I grow a second head or something?

Not that I can see.

Looking over your shoulder, narrowing your eyes at him, I didn’t mean literally!

He grumbled something you chose to ignore.

Sighing, you took a step closer to Eris, stopping until you were a step away from him, “Eris what’s wrong?”

“What. The. Fuck.”

“What?” As soon as that one word left your mouth it set Eris off.

“What do you mean, WHAT!?” Eris shouted at you immediately. Angrily. Making you flinch.

He hadn’t raised his voice at you in the hours you were together. Hell when you first met he had a knife pressed against your throat and he didn’t scare you. You didn’t flinch, if anything you leaned into it, as if it was a caress—a lover's soft touch.

But this—him shouting at you angrily had you flinching. Only because it caught you off guard. He caught you off guard. It was so subtle, almost imperceptible, but you know you did. Those gold eyes remained on yours and your body subtly settled into a fighting stance unconsciously. Your hands twitching, wanting to clench into a fist.

Eris took a single step forward, making you tense, falter.

And Raihn saw it.

The white wolf prowled forward, moving around you and advancing towards Eris. Each step powerful. Menacing. Lethal. His lips curled back in a snarl, baring his teeth—each as long as your fingers—as he growled so low it shook the cabin. A reminder of what stood in front of him. Of what he was.

A true predator.

Eris moved, so fast you would’ve missed it had it not been for your fae senses, now standing in front of you. Shielding you with his body from Raihn, his hand gripping his dagger and the other firmly gripping your hip.

Raihn tracked the hand Eris placed on you—the silent claim he made on you—and growled. Possessively. Snapping his jaws at him before stalking forward again.

Eris widened his stance, bracing for a fight, baring his teeth at the white wolf. Stay close to me, his voice a desperate plea in your head, speaking to you through the mating bond.

Raihn snapped his jaws again as if he heard Eris and when he growled in your head as if in answer, you realized that he did.

Readjusting his hold on his dagger, your mate growled one word at Raihn, “Mine.”

And Raihn growled back, hackles raised before leaning back, getting ready to lunge at Eris. Raihn, don’t! You said to him mind to mind. Please. He only growled back in response.

Then he lunged.

And it was all Eris could do to push you out of the way as Raihn pinned him to the ground with a massive clawed paw on his chest. You didn’t have a chance to react before you slammed against the wood paneled wall of the bedroom.

Your vision was blurry and when you touched the back of your head it was wet. You didn’t have to look at it know it would be red with your blood. The bits of broken wood from the cabin wall around you was confirmation enough.

Blinking a couple times until your vision cleared and once it did you saw Eris’s dagger was mere inches from Raihn’s fur before the wolf knocked it out of his hand with a massive paw.

Eris cursed as his arms shook, straining with effort from gripping Raihn’s fur on the sides of his neck, struggling to keep him from shredding him apart with his teeth. You groaned, pushing yourself up on unsteady legs and took a breath before running to tackle Raihn off of him.

You held on as you both rolled off of Eris and then let go, muscle memory kicking in making you land on your feet. Raihn’s rage was flooding the bond he and you shared in waves and he was getting ready to lunge again. To get to Eris. “Rybās,” you commanded him. (Listen. Obey.) The massive white wolf still shook with rage but he stilled, awaiting another command.

Being that you were a High Lord's heir, you could command anyone with only your voice if you needed. Wanted. And they would bow to such dominance and power. Except for other High Lords and their heirs—if their wills were strong enough. “Dohaerās, Raihn,” through your bond you willed him to meet your gaze. (Serve, Raihn.)

His blue eyes were still alit with rage as they bore into yours, snarling softly. “Umbās.” (Wait.) It didn’t matter that he would never hurt you—intentionally—since you were bonded. Above all else he was still a wolf. Still a predator in his own right. Still wild.

Eris moved behind you and Raihn’s eyes immediately tracked the movement, but before he could do anything, “Dokimarvose! Laehossa ynot, Raihn.” (Focus! Pay attention, Raihn.) You prowled closer to Raihn until you stood right in front of him and he had to lower his head to meet your gaze. “Lykirī.” (Be calm.) He shook his head as if clearing the rage he felt and then pressed his forehead to yours.

Your hands instinctively went to pet his head, his face, “Lykirī, Raihn. Lykirī.” (Be calm, Raihn. Be calm.) Physically feeling him relax under your touch as the seconds went by. Then he moved his head to rest on your shoulder like he was hugging you.

You don’t know how long you stood there, in comfortable silence, until you heard him. Sunshine? He called softly. Cautiously.

You smiled softly at the nickname even though he couldn’t see you. Yes, Raihn.

I’m sorry. . . I didn’t mean to lose control.

You sighed. Why did you?

I was worried. . . You hadn’t checked in or come back yet and then when I found you I saw you were fine. But, then everything happened and when that male yelled at you, I saw you flinch, barely but you did. I saw you tense. Falter. And the last time I saw you do that was the day I lost you. The day I lost him, the day I lost my mother and my fathers. The day I lost the only family I ever knew. Then I saw him holding you—keeping you from me and I just. . . I just snapped.

He moved, so you were looking at each other again and his nose twitched. Once, twice, then he nudged your hand for you to lift it. You did. He shuddered when he saw your blood on it. Not even a second later you felt his disgust at himself through the bond you shared.

I am so sorry, sunshine. I never meant to hurt you, but I won’t lose you again. Yell at me if you want—

You shook your head.

Sunshine—

You put a hand up stopping him, Raihn, I understand. Trust me. It’s all right, but now I want you to meet someone. Someone very important to me.

You turned around to look at Eris, only to find that he wouldn’t look at you. “Eris?” You called softly, “what’s wrong?” He shook his head. Walking up to him, slowly, giving him the chance to stop you if he wanted. He didn’t. You held his face in your hands, tilting his head up to meet your gaze and he shut his eyes. “Eris?”

He shook his head again, “I’m so sorry, little flame,” he whispered.

“What for?”

“Hurting you.”

This time you shook your head, “You didn’t hurt me. I’m fi—“

“Your head.” He said it so quietly, that if you weren’t in front of him you wouldn’t have heard it.

Your hand immediately went to your head, gently touching the gash that you had felt earlier and nothing. It was already healed. No doubt Raihn’s doing, but your hair was still sticky with blood. “I’m fine. I swear.”

His eyes opened, “I yelled at you, when I shouldn't have and you got scared.” His jaw clenched and unclenched. “I scared you and you got hurt. As your mate I'm supposed to protect you and I can’t even save you from myself.” He squeezed his eyes shut and a single tear fell from his left eye. You wiped it away.

“Eris.” His throat bobbed. “Eris, look at me.” He did. Those gold eyes bore into yours, full of unshed tears and a second later you felt all his feelings flood the mating bond. All of his love, but also his regret, his shame, pain and all of his self-loathing for scaring you. Hurting you. You didn’t know what to say—what to do to comfort him except to kiss him. So you did. All while sending him all the love, all the comfort you could through the bond. You didn’t pull away until he did.

“I’m so sorry, little flame,” he breathed.

“It’s all right. I’m all right. We’re all right,” you swore. You took a step back, holding your hand out towards him, “I want you to meet someone.” He glanced behind you and then looked back at you unsure. “Do you trust me?” Your hand still outstretched towards him.

His eyes blazed with something you couldn’t name. Something so intense that it gave you goosebumps as he swore, “With my life.” Then his hand took yours and you walked back towards Raihn. Together.

Once you were in front of Raihn, you gave them each a smile only reserved for them. “Eris, this is Raihn, my ceangailte (bonded). And Raihn, this is Eris, my mate.”

Both of their eyes widened as they realized what you said about the other.

Eris turned to you, his eyes narrowed and his face flushed a bright shade of red. “Why didn’t you tell me, he was bonded to you?” There was an obvious shift in his demeanor as he crossed his arms defensively. He was offended—upset—that you didn't tell him about Raihn.

And at the same time Raihn asked, Why didn’t you tell me he was your mate?

You narrowed your eyes at them, “You didn’t give me a chance too!” you answered them both.

Eris scoffed. “Don’t you know who he is—what he is?” He said pointing at Raihn.

“No, Eris. I don’t,” you muttered, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Y/n. I’m being serious.”

You huffed, “All right, then.” You cross your arms over your chest. “Tell me who he is. Tell me who I’m bonded to.”

“He’s infamous all throughout Prythian''—he tried suppressing a shudder and failed—“probably in Hybern, the mortal lands and the other Faerie Realms too. He’s known for killing fae—here and in Hybern. He’s ruthless.” His eyes slid to Raihn for a moment before turning back to you. “We call him “Ghost” and everyone knows Amarantha has been hunting him for the past decade. Yet, every time she sends the Hybern soldiers under her command, they don’t come back. Ever.”

You didn’t bother hiding your grin as you looked at Raihn, but he wasn’t looking at you, lost in his own thoughts before his glowing blue eyes finally landed on you. So that’s why I could hear him, when he spoke to you mind to mind. It was through the mating bond, Raihn said more to himself than to you.

One side of your mouth quirks up in a smirk, Well, you’ve been busy, Raihn or should I say “Ghost.”

His deep chuckle fills your head. I’ve been hunting them all down, one by one. Making them pay for what they did. He didn’t have to explain who “they” were for you to know he was talking about the soldiers that killed your family.

You nod at him once. Good.

Raihn’s eyes settle on Eris, So he’s your mate.

Not a question but you still answer, “Yes. He is.” Your own eyes settle on your mate.

Eris looked at you with an arched brow, “Yes, what? What’d he say about me?”

“Well, go on. Tell him.” You jut your chin at Raihn, grinning, waiting for Eris’s reaction.

The first time Raihn spoke to someone else mind to mind was your mother, she screamed so loud and you laughed until you cried from laughing so hard. It was the first time you used your daemati powers to allow Raihn to speak to others. You annoyed him until he gave in because he had said that bonded wolves have a special telepathic connection with their chosen Illyrian companions. This connection allows them to communicate directly with their bonded, sharing thoughts, emotions, and intentions without the need for spoken words. And since it’s special not everyone has the privilege to hear him speak but he did it for you. And then when he spoke to your fathers—the two Illyrians who helped raise and train you—you nearly died of laughter.

Raihn huffed looking at Eris. I said, That’s why I could hear you, when you spoke to her mind to mind. It was through the mating bond.

Eris flinched, his breath hitching as an unfamiliar deep voice echoed within the caverns of his mind, clear and commanding, yet undeniably non-human.

You can hear me, can't you? Raihn asked him, his voice dripping with wicked amusement.

Eris’s eyes were almost bugging out his head and his jaw was slack. The wolf's presence in his thoughts was as startling as a splash of icy water, leaving ripples of shock. Yes.

Hearing your own laugh echo in Eris’s head and then he whirled on you, crossing his arms, “What’s so funny?” Your lips were pressed tight but it wasn’t enough to stop your laugh from bursting out. Which quickly turned to tears when you remembered your mother’s face and both of your fathers faces after Raihn spoke to them for the first time.

You tried taking in a deep breath to stop crying but it just made it worse and before you knew it you were sobbing. Then Eris was wiping your tears away, “what’s wrong, little flame?”

“You—Your—Face”. You said in between sobs. Your whole body was shaking now and when you looked at him again, he was frowning.

But his eyes held a teasing glint in them, “I’m hurt.” He placed a hand on his chest like you physically wounded him, “I thought you said I was beautiful.”

You know he’s trying to cheer you up and you tried to laugh but it came out sounding like a choked sob. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“Then, what?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing soothing circles on your back. You sniffled a couple of times before taking in a few deep breaths to calm yourself. Letting his scent wash over you, relax you, even though your hands were fisted at his back as you hugged him back.

Taking in one last deep breath. Exhaling sharply, “The face you made when you heard, Raihn, reminded me of the face my mom and dads made when they heard him for the first time.”

“Dads?”

You let out a sad laugh, “Yes, dads.”

“But I thought your father doesn’t know about you?”

“My biological father doesn’t.”

“So, how many dads are we talking about?” Eris asked with an arched brow.

“Two.” Your voice coming out rougher than you mean it too.

“What’s their names?”

“Declan and Callum.”

“Are they— Did they—“

“They died the same day my mom did.”

“Were they”—his voice comes out as a whisper—“mated?”

“No. But they loved each other so much. . . I don’t think they could have loved each other any more if they had been.” A genuine smile graces your lips as you remember them together.

“And they loved you too?”

“So much,” you answer without hesitation. “Sometimes when I was little I used to cry because I thought they would leave since I wasn’t their real daughter. And they used to promise me saying they wouldn’t, that I was their daughter in every way that counted. That it didn’t matter if we were blood or not, they loved me and they would never leave me. And they kept their promise.” You let out a bitter laugh. “Until they were taken from me.”

Eris just hugs you tighter, “I’ll never leave you and no one is going to take me from you.”

You don’t say anything. You don’t call him out for lying, you know he’s trying to comfort you, but you both know he’s going back Under the Mountain in less than two hours.

Amarantha is taking someone from you yet again.

Eris unwraps his arms from around you and cups your face in his large hands, “You don’t believe me.” He says and even though it’s not a question, you nod your head anyway. His eyes never leave yours as he speaks. “Raihn, I have to leave at dawn which is in less than two hours. So go for a walk and we’ll let you know when to come back. Be on your guard.” Raihn grumbles something that you both chose to ignore as he goes to leave, and a moment after he walks out of the front door, Eris restores the cabin to how it was with a snap of his fingers. You wouldn’t have known anything happened at all if you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes.

His eyes drop to your lips and it’s the only warning you get before his mouth slams into yours and you deepen it, earning the sweetest groan from him. Everything about your kiss is desperate. Feral. Then he moves on to kissing your neck and it’s the type of kiss that promises more before he’s pulling away.

He smiles at you softly, “Let me show you how no matter what, I’ll always be yours.” He places your hand on his bare chest, over his heart, “This is yours.” Then he grabs your other hand and places it over his clothed cock, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “And this is yours too.”

Your cheeks heat at his words and you just know he’s smirking right now because he knows how undone he makes you. So you do the only reasonable thing you can think of and grip him harder through his pants and he hisses. “You’re mine,” you breathe.

“I’m yours,” he echoes.

Moving the hand that was placed on his chest to his hair and tugging on it. Titling his head back before rising on the tips of your toes, licking a broad stripe up his throat, before grabbing his face and crashing your lips into his. You know you’re running out of time which only spurs you both on as you ravage each other’s lips.

Only pulling away as you tear each other’s clothes off and get back on the bed.

Eris pulls you to lay on top of him so you’re straddling him. Then his lips find yours again. Desperately. His hands are roaming all over your body as if he’s committing it to memory. Finally settling on the swell of your ass and gripping it. His tongue sweeping into your mouth as your lips part in a moan. Your tongues fight for dominance until you give in to the only person you will ever give in to—your mate.

He groans as he pulls away and flips you so you’re lying on the bed. Biting his bottom lip before letting go to let him stand upright.

Leaning back on your elbows, panting, as his eyes devour you.

And your mouth waters as you see just how hard he is. Your tongue darts out wetting your lips as you see the bead of precum on his tip. You let out a groan as he fists his cock and pumps it a couple times.

He chuckles darkly, “Like what yours?”

You bit your lip as you hum a yes. Not capable of words right now.

He lets go of his cock and grabs your ankles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed so that your ass is almost hanging off the bed. Then kneels on the hardwood floor in front of you and spreads your legs apart.

He nudges your thighs apart wider to accommodate his broad shoulders as he settles himself between them. Your breath hitching as he alternates between licking where your inner thighs meet your cunt and sucking. Earning a few whines from you as you try and fail to move under his hold to get his tongue where you want. Which only makes him huff out a laugh.

His warm breath fans over your wet cunt—glistening with arousal—making you squirm under him, “Eris, please!” You beg.

“Please, what?” He taunts.

“Please touch me—“ the words die in your throat as he licks a single broad stripe from your entrance up to your clit. Just like you did to his throat.

He pulls back only for a second to sit up and brace his forearms on the backs of your thighs. Baring you to him while also keeping you in place. Then he’s diving right back in and lapping and sucking at your clit like a man starved. “Oh, f-f-fuck, Eris!” You cry out as your hands desperately fist the sheets that will surely be ruined later.

Another scream rips free from your throat as he continues his assault on your clit, sucking harshly on the swollen bundle of nerves, back arching off the bed while your thighs shake as you writhe under his tongue but he keeps you in place.

Then he’s licking broad stripes from your entrance up to your clit and every time he gets to your clit he flicks his tongue against it with precision. Heat begins to build in your tummy and you both know you’re not going to last much longer. He licks another broad stripe but he leaves your clit alone this time in favor of fucking you with his tongue.

Your cunt clenches around his warm tongue as he continues to fuck you with it. He relents only to lap at you again with a flat tongue. Then he goes back to your clit, swirling and flicking his tongue on it as you continue to moan and cry out for him. “Eris! Eris! Eris!”

He groans low in his throat every time you say his name, the vibrations of it going straight to your clit, making the heat spread under your skin as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. “Mhmm, Eris,” your chest rising and falling as he continues pulling moans and whimpers from your lips.

His tongue doesn’t give your clit any reprieve as he buries one long, thick, finger inside you. Then two. Fucking you with them, curling them so they hit that sweet spot he knows will send you over the edge.

“Eris! Eri—“ His name a shattered cry on your lips as you fall apart under his touch. Your body trembling, hips bucking as he continues to swirl his tongue around your clit and fucks you with his fingers, working you through your orgasm.

Panting as you come down from your high, Eris stands up and looks down at you with a feral grin on his lips. His lips and chin covered in his spit and your release. Even his chest is covered in your release.

He follows your gaze and looks down at his chest then looks back up at you again. “Good girl.” He praises before sucking the two fingers that he’d fucked you with into his mouth. Cleaning them off.

With that same hand he pumps his painfully hard cock, once and then twice, placing his other hand on the back of your thigh, keeping you spread before he slaps your cunt with his cock. Whimpering as your hips jerk in response to the overstimulation.

“Aww, is it too much? It is too much, little flame?” Eris teases.

You shake your head no.

His heavy cock presses against your cunt as he leans down inches from your face, “Is it too much. Tell me.” A command not a question.

“No,” you breathe.

His pupils flare, then his lips crash into yours and without breaking the kiss in one quick thrust he buries himself all the way in, to the hilt. Your lips parting in a scream as he splits you open which he swallows greedily as he stays still letting you adjust to his size. His tongue exploring your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself as your tongues fight for dominance.

You win before he pulls away and moves onto kissing your jaw and neck. “Eris, I-I need—“ Your words get cut off by a moan as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. Fingers burying themselves in his red hair as he swirls his tongue over the hardened peak.

He smirks as he moves onto your other breast, giving it the same attention, What does my little mate need? He asks mind to mind—through the mating bond. His deep voice is full of mirth.

You. . . I need you to fuck me. Even your voice sounds out of breath and full of lust in your head.

His chuckle is your only warning as pushes you farther up the bed so he can kneel on it. He places one of your legs on each of his shoulders, his hands wrapping around your wrist—holding them down on the bed. Pulling almost all the way out to the tip before pushing right back in.

Fucking you mercilessly without abandon.

The head of his cock hits your sweet spot, walls fluttering around him as your pleasure builds. “Gods. . . Oh gods!” you cry out above the sound of his hips slapping against your skin.

“That’s it, take it, take all me.” His eyes flicker between watching his cock disappearing into your body and tits bouncing wildly. The sight of you making him let out a lewd groan, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” You whine in response.

“P-please, Eris,” you beg. “Let me touch you.”

“So needy.” He teases.

“Please!”

He kisses your swollen lips, then you feel his lips brush against your ear, “Anything for you,” he murmurs, letting your hands go.

And they immediately find him.

Dragging your hands down his powerful, muscled back, over scars from battles and terrors long since past.

And as his thrusts turn deeper, you dig your fingers in, dragging your nails across his back, claiming him, marking him. His hips slamming home at the blood you draw. “Such a good little slut,” he praises. “Marking me. Claiming me. I’m yours, little flame.”

“Mine,” you echo, “and I'm yours.”

Eris growled his approval. “Mine.”

That one word was your undoing, your release blasting through you like wildfire. You couldn’t even remember your own name, you remembered Eris’s as you cried it while he kept moving, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from you.

Eris’s own release barreled through him at the sight of it, and he groaned your name so that you remembered it at last, the mating bond set ablaze with your pleasure.

You held him through it, on and on, as he spilled himself in you.

The mating bond continued to glow, silent and lovely, even after he stilled. The sounds of the world came pouring back in, his breathing was ragged as yours was while he brushed lazy kisses to your temple, your nose, your mouth.

You were trembling—and so was Eris as he remained in you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, his uneven breath warming your skin. “I don’t. . .” he tried, voice hoarse. “I don’t want to go back. . .”

You ran your fingers down his scarred back, over and over. “I know,” you breathed. “I know, me either.” Already, you wanted more, already you were calculating how long you’d have to wait.

He pulled back, a sad smile gracing his kiss-swollen lips, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“It’s safer if we don’t tell anyone about us being mates, but I still want to claim you.”

“Eris, we don’t have enough time—for the mating ceremony or frenzy.”

“I know,” he runs a hand through his hair, “I know. Gods, I wish we had more time. But I can still claim you another way.”

“You want to mark me.” Your lips curve up into a knowing smirk, “You want to bite me.” Not a question but an answer to an unspoken question.

He nodded his head. “Only if you let me.”

“Can I claim you?” He began to harden again inside you as the question lingered.

Eris rasped, “Do you want to bite me?”

You eyed his throat, his glorious body, and you wondered if it were possible to love someone enough to die from it. If it were possible to love someone enough that time and distance and death were of no concern. “Am I limited to your neck?”

Eris’s eyes flared, and his answering thrust was answer enough. You moved together, in an almost hypnotic rhythm like the flames in both of your veins, and when you reached your peak again, he bit you—where your neck and shoulder met.

Then when Eris roared your name as his release barreled through him and you bit him—where his neck and shoulder met, you hoped that Amarantha herself heard it and knew her days were now numbered.

You fucked three times—twice in the bed, then a third in the bathtub. You’d gone in to wash off, but you had wrapped your legs around his waist, kissed his neck, then licked his ear the way he liked, and he was buried in you again. You knew why he needed the contact, why he’d needed to taste you on his tongue, and then with the rest of his body. You’d needed the same.

Still needed it. You’d never had anything like him.

And when you had bit him during that second time in the bed. . . His magic—his fire had set the entire bedroom, the entire cabin, on fire as he came hard enough that he thought his body would shatter.

But once you were finished, he pulled back the flames and still panting he explained how the cabin and everything was warded not to burn. And it was true nothing was burnt, charred or ash.

Then he’d gone into the small kitchen and mixed some salt and water in a cup before pouring it where you’d bitten and scratched him, to make sure the marks—the claim would remain.

And then he’d poured the salt-water mix on you—where he’d claimed you, ensuring the mark would remain.

Eris Pov:

I marked her deep and true, and there was no undoing it, no washing it away. She’d claimed me, and I claimed her, and I know she’s well aware of what this claiming meant—just as I knew. . . I knew it had been a choice on her part. A final decision regarding the matter of if she actually wanted to be mated to me.

And she did.

I would try to live up to that honor—try to find some way to get back to her.

To prove that I deserved it. Deserved her. My Y/n. My mate. That she hadn’t bet on the wrong horse. Somehow. I’d earn it. Even with so little to offer beyond my own magic and heart. For now.

She is the reason I made a deal with Rhysand. A deal to kill Beron; my father and High Lord of Autumn. So she’d be safe and happy.

And after I’d be High Lord and she’d be High Lady.

****

The sun is rising, it’s not safe out here in the open with so many fae around, Raihn warned in both of your minds.

Eris flinched, “Gods, I don’t think I'm ever going to get used to that.”

Raihn only huffed, his eyes scanning the forest surrounding you.

You chuckled against Eris’s chest, “You’re gonna have to. There’s no me without him.”

“Anything for you.” Is his only response before tightening his arms that were wrapped around you and kissing the top of your head.

Without taking his eyes away from the forest, Raihn backed up towards you, lying down next to you. Sunshine, we have to go now. The sun rises in 5 minutes and it’s going to take me 10 to get you back to the manor.

All right.

It took everything in you to pull yourself out of Eris’s arms, but before you even took a step back toward Raihn, he grabbed one of your hands, “Wait, I want you to have something.” He turned your hand and placed a gold signet ring set with an emerald cut ruby, with a gold chain threaded through it.

You stare at it for a couple seconds longer before closing your fist around it and holding it to your chest and see that one of his fingers is now bare. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, little flame. Remember, what’s mine is yours.” Then he opened his mouth again to speak but closed it. His cheeks now tinged pink.

Your brows furrowed, one side of your mouth quirking up in a smile, “What?”

He cleared his throat, “I-uh, warded the ring and necklace so that only you, Raihn or. . . I could touch it. If someone else does, it’ll burn them.”

“Good.” You said, giving him a smile that’s only reserved for him and Raihn.

Yes, yes, very nice but we need to go. Now. Raihn grumbled as his tail swatted your legs.

“All right, all right, we’re going,” you mumbled. Rolling your eyes as you swung your leg over his body and as soon as you did he stood up. “Raihn!” you chided.

What? He snapped.

“I almost fell,” you muttered as you fisted his fur to keep yourself from falling from his back.

Then don’t fall.

Eris walked, standing in front of Raihn, getting his attention, “Get her back safe. Protect her.”

Raihn dipped his head, With my life.

Then Eris walked to his side and titled his head up, and you leaned down, meeting him halfway for your last kiss, for now.

You both pulled away at the same time, pressing your foreheads together, “Be safe,” he breathed.

“Be safe.” You echoed.

And then he winnowed.

And you closed off your side of mating bond. Telling yourself it’s better this way.

****

You awoke hours later, around noon, judging by how bright the sun was.

The servants were sleeping in after their night of celebrating. Your body was pleasantly sore from the long night Eris and you had, so you made yourself a bath and took a good, long soak. Washing up but also leaving just a bit of his scent on you, just enough so that others would really have to look for it to detect it.

After bathing, you dressed and sat at the vanity to braid your hair. Once you were finished, you opened the collar of your tunic, pulling the chain out with the ring he’d given you, letting it rest on your chest.

Raihn and you strode downstairs and went your separate ways. He went out to hunt for his food while you followed your nose to the dining room, where you knew lunch was usually served for Tamlin and Lucien.

When you flung open the doors, you found them both in their usual spots. Except Feyre was sitting directly across from Lucien and Feyre and Tamlin were currently arguing. Lucien propped an arm on the table and covered his mouth with his hand, his russet eye bright. Clearly amused but as soon as his eyes locked on you—he glared.

And you frowned, “What?”

Even Feyre and Tamlin stopped arguing their attention now on the both of you.

“Where were you?” Lucien spat.

“In my room.” You took a step forward and his nostrils flared, his eyes narrowed into slits.

He snarled, “Liar.”

Fuck it. You titled your head to the side, smirking, “I mean I was in my room this morning but last night. . . well you know where I was last night.”

Lucien growled as he winnowed right in front of you, before pinning you to the ground, “You fucked him?!”

“Lucien!” Tamlin’s shout rattled the glasses on the table.

“Did I?”

“His scent is all over you”—his eyes fell to your chest, to the ring around your neck—“you have his fucking ring around your neck!” He grabbed it. No doubt trying to rip it off you but hissed as soon as it made contact with his skin. It burned him.

You only grinned at him. Turning your head to look at Feyre and Tamlin who were both gaping at you, “Want to know what I learned last night?” You asked both of them. They didn’t say anything and just kept staring so you took that as your cue to continue. “Autumn court males have fire in their blood. . . and they fuck like it too.”

“Y/n!” Feyre gasped.

Tamlin’s jaw was practically on the floor, then he was shaking his head, sputtering, “Wait-wait, you and Lucien?”

Lucien answered for both of you, “Eris.” As soon as his brother’s name left his mouth he punched you.

You laughed and when he reared his hand back again, you took your opening, fisting the collar of his tunic and head-butting his nose. Rewarding you with a loud crunch.

His hand flew up to his nose and you took the chance to flip you both over so you were on top and with your left hand you pried his hands away from his face. The second his face was open you punched him in his mouth like he punched you.

“Enough!” Tamlin bellowed.

Lucien tried punching you again but you were too fast and moved out the way, then you landed another blow.

You were gonna punch him again, your fist inches from his face when you heard Feyre, “Y/n, stop!” she yelled.

So you did, you got off of Lucien and stood to the side of him. Your chest was still heaving as you offered him a hand, “We good?”

He eyed your hand before sighing, “We’re good.” His hand closed around yours before you pulled him up.

Feyre cleared the space between you in a couple steps—“Y/n what’s wrong with you?”— she cradled your face in her hands, looking you over.

You pulled away, “I think it’d be easier to tell you what isn’t wrong with me.”

“That’s not funny.”

“Trust me, I know.” You walked around all of them back to the table and sat down and began filling a glass with wine and piling your plate with food. You didn’t turn back to look at them as you said, “So. . . are you all not gonna eat?”

They all sighed before muttering their agreement as they found their seats and began eating.

No one said anything for a while, until Lucien cleared his throat, his eyes on you, “Why?”

Such a simple question with a complicated answer.

You took a sip of wine before answering, “Can’t say. But, I can say that Raihn is gonna kill you when he comes back.” You said sweetly.

Lucien, Tamlin and Feyre all blanched making you howl with laughter.

It was Feyre who spoke first, “You shouldn’t trust that-that wolf as much as you do. He’s still wild—still a beast.”

You stared at her, for so long that she shifted in her seat uncomfortably and Lucien and Tamlin stilled. They way only fae could go still. You titled your head to the side—a predator looking at prey. “He’s not a beast to me. . . No matter what he looks like or how terrifying he is to everyone.” You got up to leave and Feyre grabbed your arm and you ripped it free from her grasp, “Don’t,” You warned.

She grabbed you again and you whirled. Tamlin and Lucien lunged for you, knocking back their chairs hard enough to flip it over, but Feyre threw out a hand. The High Lord and Emissary stood down.

That easily, she leashed them.

You laughed, the sound brittle and cold, and smiled at all of them in a way that usually made others throw the first punch.

But they just set their chairs upright, sat down, and leaned back, as if they already knew where they'd strike your death blow.

Feyre was their salvation and they wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

But she’s your sister—the closest thing you ever had to one—you would never hurt her. Never.

Feyre pointed at the door. "Get the hell out. I don't know what’s going on with you but I don’t want to see you again for a good while."

The feeling was mutual.

****

Without even realizing it you’d walked back to your family’s cottage. Your real family’s cottage.

It looks the same as it did the last time you saw it. No doubt because of the wards your mother had placed on it.

You don’t know how long you stood there on the porch, just staring at the door, until Raihn nudged your shoulder with his snout.

Why aren’t you at the manor?

You shrugged not answering his question. “Did you stay here while I was on the other side of the wall?”

Most of the time. Unless I was hunting them. Them; Amarantha’s soldiers. Do you want to go inside?

“No.” You shook your head, sniffling, “I’m not ready yet.”

All right… I was waiting to bring you here—to show you something.

Finally turning to look at him, “To show me, what ?”

It’s better if I show you first.

Sucking in a deep breath, you willed yourself to move, “All right, show me.” You followed him as he walked towards the back of the cottage. You walked for about five minutes before you realized where you were going. “No, Raihn. No. I-I can’t.” You pleaded.

Please. . .

“No. I’m not strong enough to go to her grave.” You had told yourself you would come see her but every time you tried you found an excuse not to. It hurt too much.

Please, Sunshine. You shut your eyes at the nickname. The nickname your mother and fathers called you. I need to show you something.

You were trembling now as hot tears streaked your cheeks, “I’m not strong enough,” you admitted.

Raihn nuzzled his head against yours, You don’t always have to be strong. I'm here now. Let me be strong for the both of us. . . please.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak so you simply nodded your head and you began walking again. Raihn a constant and steady presence beside you.

Your legs felt like they were going to give out from under you as you saw what he wanted to show you.

Not one but three graves.

It was then that you fell to your knees, sobbing, they were finally together again. Your mom and dads.

You couldn’t stop crying long enough to ask how but you didn’t need to, Raihn’s always knows what you need.

I found their bodies in “The Middle” a few yards away from The Sacred Mountain. They were barely alive when I brought them back. Amarantha had the wings cut off.

You let out a scream, as you pressed your forehead to the grass beneath you, sobs racking your entire body. Their wings. She took their wings. Their wings.

After I killed the soldiers who hurt me, I tried feeling where you were through the bond but I couldn’t feel you. I was so weak from what they did to me and still I tried tracking all of you. But their scents were the strongest yet it was only because I was in The Middle too. When I found them I thought they were dead. There was so much blood. So much.

Raihn let out a pained, sorrowful whine, he loves them just as much as you do.

But I focused my hearing and I could still hear their hearts beating—barely but they were. So I got them onto my back and came back home but I tracked your scent here. It was so faint, practically nonexistent but it was here. And then I saw her grave. Your mother’s grave. I remember she told you that she always wanted to be buried beneath a yew tree and how your father’s always said they didn’t care as long as they were all together. It was as if the mother was playing a cruel joke because you buried her beneath one that had two more yew trees that were flanking it. So I buried them here. At her sides, flanking her, as they did in life.

You don’t know how long you had been crying but you finally stopped. “Thank you,” you whispered so low you weren’t sure he’d heard you.

But then he laid his massive head on your lap, I love them too.

“I know. I know you do.” Without thinking, you started petting his head. You both needed the comfort.

I miss them.

“Me too.” You lifted your head up to the sky and closed your eyes as you imagined the three of them together, happy and flying. A small smile still graced your lips as you opened your eyes again. Finally taking in the area.

The grass was trimmed, flowers placed on each grave and three simple but beautiful headstones. “Raihn, how’d you get the headstones?”

Do you remember, Adair?

You nodded your head even though he couldn’t see, “Yeah, their friend from summer, right?”

Yes. Well he heard about what happened and found me on the porch of the cottage covered in dirt and blood. So he cleaned me up, got me food and water, because I was still weak. And after I got some strength back, I walked him here and pawed at the graves where a headstone belonged and he understood.

They were simple headstones—all three—but still beautiful. You couldn’t stop rereading them.

From left to right they read:

Declan Hawthorne

Beloved Husband and Father

Rhaenyra Blackfyre

Beloved Wife and Mother

Callum Rivers

Beloved Husband and Father

There’s something else I need to tell you, Raihn said.

“What?”

Wesley—one of Amarantha’s lieutenants is in Summer. Him and a few Hybern soldiers under his command, they’ve been going court to court.

Your brows pinched together, “For what?”

Not, what. Who. Raihn corrected.

“Me,” You sighed.

Yes. They’re looking for the “Sun of the Night Court.” After they ensnared one of the Suriel and they told them the prophecy. That the “Sun of the Night Court” is the heir of the Spring Court. The heir that is promised to free Prythian—to kill her. So she killed the Suriel, sent out her lieutenants, making them go court to court searching for a boy that doesn’t exist.

“Because, it’s me. I’m Tamlin’s heir.” You finally said the words that have been haunting you for more than 10 years, out loud. “I’m the “Sun of the Night Court.”

Yes.

“And when Amarantha assumed that the Suriel said son instead of sun, they didn’t bother correcting her, if it wasn’t a direct question.”

Yes.

“Because no High Lord has ever had a female heir. Until me.”

Yes.

For other parts: Bound In Flames Series Masterlist

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love-toxin · 6 months

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yes pls tell me all ur thoughts on blade, luocha, gepard, jingyuan and kafka 😳 the eng va and trailers for jingyuan and kafka in particular got me acting up—just smthing about jingyuan’s lil smirk and laid bk countenance and how i know he can fuck the daylights out of anyone effortlessly—and kafka? yes ma’am anything for u pls slam ur foot against the wall behind me 🙏🏻

god bless im literally in love w/ all of them anon. would give my left nut for blade, luocha or jing yuan, gepard and kafka carry my team so hard. also bc i want them to step on my face.

also i wanna be toxic rn so under the cut ⬇️⬇️

blade -> prrrrrrrrr. big daddy. idk why but he gives me discord kitten daddy dom vibes. he manspreads. he gets pussy. he probably doesn't shower as often as he should. he's unapologetically a rude bitch. he absolutely girlbosses you into being his baby, he pulls out the "i feel nothing but you give me a taste of life" and keeps you so close you're basically part of him. handsy and off-putting in public for passersby but you can't get his hands off you, it's a losing battle babe. nd he's nasty freaky slimy and rubs his cock against you as a sign he wants to go home or just find someplace quiet. he doesn't like fucking you out in the open but he'll do it if the need arises--like if you "forget" that your body & soul belongs to him and need a harsh reminder. you're just his delicate little kitty after all, so if anyone's gonna break you it should be someone you love unconditionally. right?

kafka -> gatekeep. gaslight. girldaddy. beats you up and makes you say thank you. you're her pet so get used to it, but she'll feed you once in a while so you should be glad, puppy. she's the mean tall girlfriend who babies you and then spits in your mouth for a treat. her & blade treat you like a pet and if she's feeling extra mean she strips you down and makes you kneel between them with nothing to cover yourself. if you're good and give them a lil show they'll let you go early, they promise (lie). humping kafka's pillow to get your scent all over it becomes a nightly ritual to help her sleep, no it is non-negotiable, it is in your spouses' contract that she signed with your hand while you slept. it also states that your face may be used in any and all leisure activities at her discretion--mainly for her to push your head between her legs and lazily give you an order as she sifts through documents. you might be her pet, but that doesn't mean she doesn't love you. at least as far as you can tell.

luocha -> ngl idk that much about him yet but he's immediately unhinged bf-shaped. stupid and drunk on thoughts of you & gives you his credit card details on the first date. he's gross and wants to bite your thighs. begging to be drowned in pussy/choked with cock. you're so pretty and he's so dirty by comparison. he can't blame you for not wanting his gross dick anywhere near you, guess all he can do is eat you out <33 oh noooooo! what a tragedy! sike. he loves that shit. he's got meds to make you squirt too. ik he's not that kinda healer but don't tell me unhinged luocha wouldn't have a ball drugging you both up and taking you for a ride. he wouldn't even know his name once the high dies down, just the feeling of your lips leaving stray kisses all down his face as you try to stay awake.

jing yuan -> daddy 2.0. a dilf with no kids. 1000% goes into husband mode the second you're within reach. chill & soft & uwu until everyone's outta the office, then he becomes a menace to society and your underwear. he cums in them before you leave for the day so you don't forget him <3 you can have a cheeky one in your mouth on his lunch break if you're good. ♀️ he beats your pussy up cock-first for hurting his bbg with your period. he still doesn't get enough of you in the day so he creeps on you at night, rubs one out on your thighs while you sleep and flips over to go right back to snoring afterwards. you can never have too much cum on you--that's his wisdom and as your superior general you should probably believe it, no? don't worry, he can fuck with your job and your life and your friends and your money and your heart until you find it within yourself to agree.

gepard -> dummy boy goody-two-shoes. he likes fuckin in the uniform and being called "captain" i am not taking criticism at this time. dumb little captured stellaron hunter & horny silvermane captain roleplay. moans in your ear during sex. he moans like a girl and he hates it but it's hot and he cums 10x faster if you tell him just how hot it is. he's so big & tall he just makes you feel like a little bunch of grapes when he picks you up, nd he's self-conscious about how weird it is that he likes seeing your face scrunch up in pain when he eases you on his cock but it's just too big. the gravity makes it all feel too much when he sits you on his lap like that but you just wiggle around on it rather than get off, and he's a fiend for it. also consider clean, prim, missionary-lover gepard falling in love with rimming you & feeling like a dirty mutt for enjoying it so much & begging you for it when he's in need. asking him to take a shower with you turns into code for "let's do anal against the tile please" real quick.

#hsr blade #jing yuan #hsr kafka #gepard landau #luocha #blade x reader #jing yuan x reader #gepard landau x reader #kafka x reader #luocha x reader #spicy writing #honkai star rail #ellie thirsts #anons

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mishwanders · 9 months

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god ive just been sitting here "man i need to workout" cause im not fit and I WANT TO BE 😭😭😭 all i can think of rn is chain reacting to someone who has a damn sleeper build, essentially they dont look like they have muscles until they pull up their sleeve/stretch/flex cause there's this buff girl on tiktok and MY GODD 😳 also go wild w your headcanons with Time on this cause He's also my fav 😌

Absolutely felt, oh my god I feel this in my soul

Characters: The Chain (and others) x GN!STRONG Reader

A/N+Warnings: canon typical violence, safe for everyone. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.

Time:

Time is super observant, but considering you are covered in your traveling clothes, he sees you as someone who needs to be protected, put more into the center of the group when shit hits the fan.

BUT WHEN THIS MAN SEES YOU HOLD YOUR OWN IN A FIGHT?! Mad respect for you. He watched you straight up pick up a monster by its ankle and sling it across the battlefield like it was one of Wilds broken weapons.

After that he definitely keeps you to the front of the group when things start going wrong.

Warriors:

DEFINITELY underestimated you at first

Does not underestimate you any more once he gets ROCKED by you body slamming into his shield during a duel.

You are one of his favorites to train with because of how strong you are and you work together on optimize your abilities 😤

Sky:

Also loves to train with you - mainly because he’s fast on his feet and learning how much strength you have teaches him how to stay grounded if he’s hit (as much as he can be).

His eyes practically pop out of his head the minute he sees your arms out of your knights armor - your arms rivaling that of Twilights. (Hearty eyes hearty eyes)

He might ask to take a nap by being held by you please for the love of Hylia, LET HIM!

Twilight:

Another one who gets very surprised by your strength when you straight up tackle him or show off the gun show.

Might sumo wrestle you - actually no, HE WILL SUMO WRESTLE YOU IF YOU JUST GIVE HIM THE CHANCE

Also will ask you to help with gathering firewood for camp because it makes it easier if the two of you do it instead of Legend or Wind (for example).

Wild:

HELLO NEW HUNTING BUDDY

You WILL be carrying the caribou he takes down once he knows you can lift it and also helping strip the skin because oh my god does that take a while and he needs all the help he can get.

Will ask to sit on your shoulders to get a better vantage point to figure out where you all are.

Legend:

Not impressed (yes he is, don’t listen to him, he’s just salty)

Speechless when he witnesses you toss a wallmaster into a wall but tried to cover it up sarcastically saying “I could do that”.

Softens up to you when he’s injured and your carrying him/ripping some of your own clothing to make a bandage because they’re all out of potions.

Hyrule:

FORAGING FORAGING

HELP THIS GUY DIG UP THOSE PLANTS THAT ARE REALLY ROOTED INTO THE GROUND - HE NEEDS THEM FOR SPELLS AND POTIONS!

Fawning over you for real, he loves it.

Four:

1000% utilizing your muscles for making weapons (especially trying to make one for Wild)

He really admires your strength and your ability to keep up with everyone.

May ask to ride on piggy back on occasion.

Wind:

This kid is hanging off your arm like a jungle gym.

Attempts to do pull ups with your biceps.

Will ask for you to carry him via piggy back up the mountain because his legs hurt.

Bonus -

Fierce Diety:

Proud Dad

Cue the training music montage - another who likes to train with you - might even attempt to do curls or bench press you. You are his new apprentice now, there’s no escaping it.

Malon:

Malon is a STRONG woman herself and so she appreciates the extra muscle when it presents itself around the farm.

Definitely has you helping with heavy lifting around Lon Lon ranch.

Ravio:

1000% throwing his bags onto you and taking you to the markets, he loves having a strong person to go shopping with (Sorry Legend)

Practically swooning over you and appreciates you.

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cheolinnie · 6 months

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Swallow

smut.

warnings: car sex, unprotected, oral

Pet names ykkk babe, baby, love, good girl

a/n: YALL IF I HAVENT TOLD U YUTA IS MY BIAS MY POOKIE MY BAE MY HUSBAND MY BOYFRIEND HE IS MY LOVE LIKE I GENIUNELY DONT KNOW WHERE THE FUCK ID BE WITHOUT HIM IM NOT EVEN LYING RN. 😫

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Yuta sighed softly, you leaned over to him and kissed him. You undid his pants and pulled his dick out from his tight jeans, you could feel the heat coming off it.

"You're insane..." he sighed out, you grinned at him.

"So are you" you said, you started pumping him first. He held your hair together with his fist, as you opened your mouth.

He pushed your head down slowly with his free hand.

You move your head up and down. Humming and swirling your tongue around, a move you know too well. Yuta groaned loudly as he gripped your hair tighter. His eyes glanced down at you as he started to thrust into your warm throat.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good. Taking my dick so fucking well" Yuta moans, as he gripped the side of your head, pushing you further down (if that's possible) to try take him deeper, making you nearly gag on his dick.

Tears formed in your eyes, as Yuta swears softly due to the feeling of your throat closing around him. He grits his teeth harshly, his dick spreads your jaw open as his thrusts got rough and sloppy.

"Good girl, open wider" Yuta groans at your hot breath. He put his head back on the seat, as you felt his load of cum fill your throat up. Some spilling out at the corner of your lips.

"Swallow" Yuta almost demands you. You did as told. He looked down at you, as he slid his slender fingers across your cheek. "Your turn baby" he smiles, lifting you up onto his lap and pulled your skirt up, unclipping your bra with ease.

His eyes fall to your breasts, his hands sliding up along you body to touch them, kneading and touching them which turns you into a moaning mess.

His hands grip your thighs tightly as he pushed his body towards yours. He took a hold of your leg and raised it upwards, he hovered the tip of his dick against your clit. sliding it up and down, teasing you.

"Yutaa!!" You whine, squeezing his shoulders. He just grinned at your desperate state.

"Relax babe, don't worry" he kissed your lips, as he slowly slipped into you.

You let out a loud moan through the kiss. He started to pick up his pace, and thrusted into you faster each time. Your moans and his groans (dr seuss who?) blended together, igniting passion within both you. Yuta continued with the rhythm of the car rocking back and forth.

He lifted you up and placed your back softly onto the back seats. Gripping your ass, slamming you down on his dick.

The warmth of your walls squeezing him too much to handle. Your moans only fuel Yuta to go harder and faster. The way his hands were gripping on to your hips, were sure to leave a few bruises.

"You want my dick that bad, love?" Yuta hisses, you whimper at his words, wrapping you arms around his neck as he pounds into you.

You finally came all over his dick, sliding back into the seat to catch your breath. Yuta slowed down so you could have a minute to yourself, and soon he was reaching his high too.

He came in fast and hot, you could feel him slowing down and ride out his high. He pulled out and collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. After a minute or two you spoke up.

"We're gonna be late because of you," You held his head with your palms tilting it up, to meet his eyes. He chuckled and hugged you more tighter.

"Who said were finished?"

"YU-" without hesitation he pulled you up and started kissing you again.

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a/n: it's very much rushed sorry abt that, ive been a bit busy with things. and i have a question so please tell meeeeeeee whattt youuu wanttt

Mingyu smut or Wonwoo fluff???????

leave ur answer in the comments babe

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thedevilsoftruth · 2 months

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Lesson

Paring: ( COMIC ) Mr. Knight x AFAB reader

Warning: porn with no plot, smut, Mr. Knights gloves, mdom/fsub dynamic, crying during sex, rough sex, unprotected, dirty talk, biting, use of, " baby/baby girl " ( 641 words )

Notes: tiny drabble. THIS IS COMIC MR. KNIGHT, SO THIS IS NOT STEVEN, THIS IS MARC. We need more comic MK smut, so I'm trying to make that happen. Im reading the midnight mission rn and I'm like.. so down bad for Mr. Knight rn I think I'm going crazy.

He wore white leather gloves. White leather gloves that would go onto his large hands that'd be circling around your swollen clit at the very end of his day when he needed you most. He would keep his clothes on, only sliding his pants down so he could enter you. He'd have you on his lap, your back against his his chest as his rammed into you and kept his face into the crook of your neck. He had his mask pulled halfway up to his nose so that he could kiss you when he wanted to.

This wasn't what he usually did after a long night of kicking people's ass, but he needed to blow off some steam. But you guessed he was getting bored of the same ol' same ol' because he pulled out and flipped you over on your back on the blue sofa in his office. He sat down on his knees and re-entered you, his thrusts starting out more aggressive than they were before.

" I hope you're proud of yourself. " he grunted, running his gloved hands smoothly down your thigh, lifting it and planting a tender kiss on it before biting down on your skin. You winced at the contact, legs shaking from the previous 2 rounds he had gone on you.

" You have very simple rules; don't bug me when I'm working. But you just had to come here, begging me for my attention, huh? " He said with a chuckle, grasping your breast and twirling your nipple around his thumb. Your eyes were watery and your nose was burning. Nothing left your throat but endless cries and pathetic moans. You felt weak under his control. He had you wrapped around his finger, but even though it was hell you weren't letting go.

" Looks like someone needs better training, hmm? " He chuckled darkly, pulling you closer and wrapping a hand around your neck. You let out a choked cry, and a cold tear ran down your cheek as his speed seemingly increased.

Mr. Knight enjoyed this position because he could see your face. He could see how you reacted when he touched you and could see the marks he left on you. In this instance, the torn pantyhose and wet thighs, the bite marks and the scratch marks. He brought his gloved thumb up to your lips, playing with them as they foamed out drool down the side of your face.

" Poor baby girl. can't even handle 3 rounds. You close? hmm? " He cooed, using his free hand to grasp your thigh as he felt you tightly clench around him. You could feel the muscles contract in your sex. This was your signal. Mr. Knight took the cue and slammed in as fast as he could, making you squeal and buck against him in anticipation.

" Mr.. Kni-- "

" Shut it. I don't want to hear anything from you right now. " He said angrily, putting his hand over your mouth and muffling your moans of pure pleasure. " all you need to do right now is cum for me like the good little girl you are. " He whispered, leaning down to kiss and bite on your collarbone. He sucked at the skin he bit, and you let out a tiny scream as you felt your release rising. Your pussy clenched around his cock as he fucked through your walls, signaling him you were close. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your body convulsing around his every touch.

" c'mon, baby. come for me one final time. " he panted, giving you his final thrusts before you lost control and began leaking around his cock. Soonly after yours, he spilled his hot spend into your warm cunt and pulled you.

" I hope you learned your fucking lesson. "

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wooahaes · 11 months

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struggle

pairing: non-idol!s.coups x gn!reader

genre: dark yet also fluff...? mentions of married au.

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: depictions of violence (reader being pinned roughly against the wall by their neck), cheol being a dick. mentions of reader having a gun at one point. not proofread in the slightest. teehee its an actor au tho, reader just gets into character. writer also knows little about making movies.

daisy's notes: hes in his villain arc rn (also sorry for no taglist im exhausted, will rb w taglist tomorrow sometime)

All within a moment, your back was slammed into a wall and Seungcheol was staring you down.

"Pathetic..." He spit the word at you, cold eyes indifferent as he curled his fingers around your neck. "You really thought you'd get away with this, didn't you?"

You swallowed hard, hands tugging at his grasp. "I... I didn't--"

His hand grew tighter for a moment, pushing you harder against the wall. "I should kill you right now," he growled. "But I won't. We deserve an audience, don't we?" The cruel smile that tugged at his lips terrified you. Fuck, if only you hadn't lost your knife earlier--you wasted your last shot while he was pursuing you, and you'd dropped the gun when he grabbed you. "He'll be here soon."

You started shaking your head, tears brimming. "No. Nonono--Not Chan. Don't you fucking dare touch him--"

His hand grew tighter for just a moment. "Do you really think you're in the position to make orders?" He clicked his tongue. "You truly are stupid. Tell me," he grabbed your hands, pushing them above your head. "Why shouldn't I let him watch as I tear you limb from limb? You made this deal for him."

"I didn't!" You barked, tears running down your cheeks. "He doesn't have anything to do with this, you fucking monster--"

Another slam, and you let out a whimper of pain. Yet he was still cold, tilting his head curiously. "Humans are always so feisty," he clicked his tongue. "All of this just to save his soul... Maybe I should keep you alive. Let you watch as I devour him whole--"

With one swift kick to his abdomen, he lost his grip on you, recoiling from the pain. Immediately, you heard a "cut!" from offstage, and you immediately rushed over to the bent-over Seungcheol while the director said something about getting your doubles back in for this next fight scene. There'd be moments the two of you would need to simulate, but that could wait for when your husband can actually breathe again.

"Oh my god, I told you I didn't need to kick you for real!"

"No, no, it looks better--" He chuckled, straightening up. "Trust me--"

You smacked his arm, already pulling him off set, passing by your doubles. Yours gave you finger guns, calling out something about how that take looked pretty damn good from where they were sitting. To your dismay, the director agreed: the real kick did look better on camera in terms of Seungcheol's legitimate surprise. It fit the moment better, since his character was meant to be shocked at your character overcoming their fear to save their love. So the two of you retreated off set to rest for a minute and hydrate, and you caught the way he was pouting at you.

"I don't like the way Seokjin gets to have so many romance scenes with you." He sighed. He paused, eyes falling to your neck. Sure, the two of you had been walked through the scene plenty of times before on how to make it look real without him hurting you...

Before he could actually touch you to check you over, you swatted his hand away. "I'm fine, Cheol," you said. "Are you really jealous of him?"

"No!" He huffed. "I just hate how we don't get to play romantic roles. We should try to find a romantic role next."

The way he was frowning at you earned a snort from you, and you leaned against him. "Aw, my Cheollie's jealous."

He rolled his eyes, smiling as he settled in. "I'm not. I'm the one who gets to go home with you. I just... I like the idea of playing romantic leads with you. We could play something silly. I think we'd be good at it."

"Yeah, sure--"

"I do!" He pressed a kiss onto the top of your head. Even in his dark contacts and sullen makeup, he still looked handsome. You dreaded the scene where you killed him later: he'd never let you hear the end of it. He took your hand, playing with your fingers as he continued to muse aloud: "I think... It should end in a wedding. So I can marry you all over again--"

You swatted at his arm. "You sap."

He chuckled. "Just for you." He glanced back to where the two of you probably should start heading back in. Seokjin had already been on stand-by since he'd burst into the scene after your one-on-one fight with Seungcheol, and the two of you still had to film more for that for the close-ups...

Yet Seungcheol turned you to face him, kissing you hard and fast. "There." He chuckled. "It's out of my system."

(Although you were positive Seungcheol would steal another after the next scene you had with Seokjin...)

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen imagine #svt x reader #svt x you #seventeen imagines #svt imagine #s coups x you #s coups x reader #seungcheol x you #seungcheol x reader

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taintedcigs · 1 year

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Hi queen <3 if you’re taking requests rn can I some Eddie x female!reader, where he helps reader got over their motivational slump… in whatever way possible 👀

Xoxoxo!

✦ MOTIVATION | e.m. ✦

pairing — dom!eddie munson x f!reader

warnings — SMUT! MINORS DNI!! 18+, degrading (name-calling mostly) and praising k*nk, cockwarming !!!, mean!dom!eddie, nicknames (bunny, pretty girl, etc.) but also kind of soft!dom!eddie, very very small aftercare, brat!reader, p in v, smut smut smut, NO MINORS!!, breeding k*nk, JUST VERY FILTHY!

a/n — i will take all of ur requests wyv! <33 this is such a good request bc im in a motivational slump rn omg. and i got a bit carried away w this but its not that long i hope u like it <33

first of all, i think it would start with eddie getting annoyed with you for not finishing your essay! bc he wants to spend time with you and he's waiting for you to finish your essay, but you're being a brat and whining and everything!!

so the next time you huff and complain about your work, he gets up hurrying over to you, and you look at him confused as he picks you up, situating you on his lap, you giggle because you're ready for him to finally pay some attention to you, but when you attempt to turn to face him, he tsks, 'stay like that.' he orders and you whine again, 'whiny little baby.' he spits as he slaps your thigh, you gasp. you rub your thighs together at his action, and his hands are quick to make their way up your dress and your thighs, you can feel your cunt getting soaked with just the way his calloused fingers graze your thighs, he takes notice of how you get worked up and he quickly wants to remove your panties, instead, his fingers brush against your soaked cunt, he curses under his breath. 'no panties?' he asks, and you shake your head, 'didn't feel like wearin' them' you murmur, moving against him in an attempt to tease him, but his other hand is quick to grip your waist, holding you tightly.

you whimper as he pinches your clit, 'such a little slut.' he spits, and when his fingers graze against your clit, you bite your lip, wanting nothing more than to have his fingers inside of you, and when he doesn't give you anything you start whining again, turning to face him as you pout, but he still doesn't budge as he turns you back towards your work again, and you cross your arms against your chest. 'stop being a brat or i won't touch you at all.' his voice is darker now, and you nod slowly. 'm sorry, i just need you' your voice is soft. 'now stay still, and i don't want any fuckin' word from you, you hear that you my bratty bunny?' he orders as you nod, excited to see what he's going to do. you hear him unbuckling his pants, and zipper, you feel the movement of him removing his pants and his boxers to his knees, and as you are about to turn to face him, he holds you in place once again, making you squeal. 'be still.' he grits through his teeth.

and without a warning, he picks you up, placing you on top of his hard, angry, cock. you gasp, squeal, and moan all at the same time at the feeling, he hasn't even filled you fully yet but you are whimpering, moaning on top of him, so cock drunk with just his tip inside of you. 's'big, eds. n-need more.' you stutter. he's happy to give you more as he sheathes his huge cock inside of your tight walls, loud groans slipping past his lips as he fills your tight cunt to the brim, the first thrust was so animalistic that you mewled under him, begging for more, but he was quick to hush you as his grip on your waist tightened. you knit your brows in confusion, not able to turn to look at him.

'nuh-uh, princess. you're going to stay like this. and you won't fuckin' move until you finished that damn essay, is that clear?' he demands and you huff, pouting as you started your whining again, but you are quickly shut up as he slams into you ruthlessly, your body shaking as you moan with the feeling of being stuffed with his cock, you love it, so so much that you don't even know how you will be able to make it through your whole essay without any movement.

'lil' whiny bratty bunny. don't worry, i'll give you something for every 100 words you write, do you understand, baby?' you nod quickly, picking up your pen to start writing your 1000 words essay, ready to be finished with it. but as you start writing it, you quickly start to get impatient, always attempting to grind against him, but being met with a slap on your thigh, as eddie's grip on your waist tighten, 'if you move again slut, i will make sure you won't get to cum at all.' you cross your arms against your chest, pouting again. 'p-please, eds.' you would always murmur, but he would pay you no mind. your eyes would almost well up in tears, and his plump lips would form into a smirk. 'aww, is my greedy lil' bunny such a slut that she's crying for my cock, hmm?' he would mock as you would nod, 'my pretty little crybaby...' he would mutter as he placed kisses all over your face, urging you to finish it or else you wouldn't cum.

and when you finally finished writing your essay, you would start your begging. 'pleasepleaseplease, eds. i need you to move.' you would whine as you were finally allowed to turn to him. he would pick you up, turning you to face him as you would gasp at the empty feeling. and with a quick movement, eddie would thrust his hard cock into you, you could feel every ridge and every bump of his cock as he brutally prodded his cock inside your soaked, tight walls. you gasped and whined at the feeling, and you moaned his name like a mantra, digging your nails into his skin, he fucked you till you saw the stars, not stopping until you were begging and pleading to cum, and when you finally released on his cock, the way your tight cunt hugged his cock was enough to send him over the edge, 'saved all my cum for you, my pretty lil' slut, gonna fill you up.' he hissed and with that he came with a groan of your name, calling you 'his lil' cock slut, his bunny, his pretty lil' baby' he spilled his load deep inside of you.

'f-fuck take it all, bunny' the amount of cum that spilled out of his cock was impressive, you could feel him deep inside of you, and you could feel his cock twitching inside of your tight walls. the two of you are breathless as you come down from your highs, you can feel his cock softening inside of you, but neither of you attempt to move, your cunt is still gripping him nicely as he places a kiss on your forehead. 'let's stay like this for a while, is that okay with you princess?' he murmurs as you eagerly nod, not wanting his huge cock to leave your insides empty.

✧ feel free to send me anything in my asks, requests, ask me anything, ask for advice or tell me about your life, i need nonnies!! ily all xo, em <3

#eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson drabbles #stranger things imagine #em’s mail💌

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squippy360 · 2 years

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heyy, can you do sub bottom Bruce Wayne and dom top male reader please? cause not gonna lie, im loving your writes so much

I am salivating over this rn-

Sub!Bruce Wayne x Butler!Male Reader

Cw:(sex pollen, aphrodisiac, bruce begging, dom male reader)

I was cleaning the mansion with Alfred while listening to orchestra music. It was calming and relaxing to just listen to music while making sure the house was spotless, at least for me. We were silently dancing around each other gracefully, occasionally smiling at the awkwardness of the perfectly sync movement we shared.

We jumped when we heard a loud slam from the front door. We both made our way to the front to see a very frustrated Mr. Wayne. "Sir? Are you alright?" I asked him. He shook his head silently. He was leaning on the wall and avoiding eye contact. "Do you need assistance? Let me help you to your room, Sir." I said and reached out for him. He clung onto me, his legs shaking slightly. I looked over at Alfred who nodded silently, assuring me that I should take care of him. I helped him to his room and made sure he was comfortable.

"Sir? What happened out there?" I asked gently and made sure he was comfortable. "I was…hit was an aphrodisiac. The effects started around 5 minutes ago. My symptoms are… a fuzzy feeling in my head and abdomen, slight fatigue, and…arousal." He stuttered. I could see a slight hint of embarrassment when he said that. "Oh sir…" I said sympathetically. I could hear faint whimpers coming from him. His heartrate and his breathing grew faster. "Sir? Is there anything you would like me to do?" I asked. He looked down for a second, his face going red and I could smell a sweet aroma coming from him.

"I need you to help me with…this." He breathed out. "Sir, I cannot do that. I'm sorry but you aren't thinking clearly right now-" I tried to reason with him but he cut me off. "That's an order." He snapped attempting to glare at me. I sighed and got up to get some things. He looked at me with a heated look when I came back into the room. I locked the door and made my way over to him. "Okay sir. I will help you." I said and started taking his suit off. His beautiful chest was moving rapidly now. I pushed him back down and peeled off the rest of his suit. He was completely naked under me.

I took off my clothes quickly and neatly placed them away. I was a little self conscious but I tried my best to ignore it. "You're so pretty, Sir." I mindlessly complemented. He shivered and moaned at the praise. "Call me Bruce." He breathed out. I shuddered in arousal and got out a bottle of lube. I squirted some on my fingers and pushed my index finger inside. He gasped and arched his back in a perfect position that made something twitch inside me. I shoved my middle finger in and slowly pumped them in and out of him. He arched his back with a loud moan and spread his legs, desperate for me. He lost it when I started scissoring him open.

He started begging.

"Please! Please just fuck me already! I'm begging you! I can't take it anymore!" He cried desperately, fisting the sheets and panting. My eyes dialated at the eighth of my Master begging for me. I swallowed and nodded, pulling my fingers out. I quickly tolled on a condom and quickly lubed my cock. He stared at me with pleading eyes now. "I'll try and be gentle, Bruce." I whispered and eased myself gently. He gasped and let out a loud moan. "Yes! Harder! Please!" He begged. I couldn't help myself and slammed into him over and over. His head flew back against the pillows and he let out the lewdest mewl I have ever heard. Just from his voice alone I wanted to cum.

"Bruce! Please relax! I-I'm going to cum if you don't relax!" I cried. He responded by keening and cumming on his tummy. He yanked my arm down and hugged me tight. I gasped and continue to fuck him, getting close to my climax.

"PleasepleasepleasePLEASE!!! RIGHT THERE!!!" He whimpered loudly and came again. I groaned and came on the condom, biting down on his skin. "B-Bruce.." I whispered and pulled him into a comforting hug. His breathing and body temperature started to go down. I pulled out of him and quickly cleaned up my mess. "Bruce. Let me change the sheets-" I whispered but he only pulled me down and stuffed his face in my chest. I looked down and saw his face was a dark red.

"Master Bruce, I need to change the sheets and we should take a shower-" I said but he cut me off. "Sleep. I need sleep right now." He grumbled. I smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "Of course, Master Bruce." I whispered and we fell asleep.

EXTRA:

I found myself next morning cleaning with Alfred again after a nice shower and making sure Master Bruce was comfortable. "So, I heard you and Sir were having a lot of fun last night~" Alfred teased. I looked away with a red face. "I-I mean…I did enjoy it but it was so unexpected…" I said and smiled a bit. Alfred noticed and patted my head. "Of course, Sir M/n." Alfred smirked a bit. My face turned all red and I turned to him. "S-Sir?! What brought this on?" I stuttered. Alfred only chuckled and we continued on with our work.

#x male reader #male reader #dc x reader #dc x male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #bruce wayne x reader #batman x reader #batman x male reader

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blueysobssesions · 1 year

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Dangerous Woman

Leon Kennedy , Chris Redfield (Separate)

Were their s/o getting called a Dangerous Woman... They wonder why...

- Really busy rn meaning I can't do Chris for this for a while but I'll try to make it 😭 Wish me luck for my exam 😭

Leon Kennedy

"How lucky are you dating a Dangerous Woman Kennedy?" Leon Halted when he heard that "What? Y/n? A Dangerous Woman? No way" Why would Claire describe you a Dangerous Woman? When you are a loving and caring person in his eyes. "I guess Chris didn't tell you huh?" Leon then got confused "Tell me what?" Leon was waiting for her to explain "She took down 5 zombies without any weapons, AND almost killed one of my brother's crew at training! Even the BSAA operator got scared" Claire laughed at the last part, she still remembered when Chris got impressed by you and Piers slightly flinched when you called his name. "And you think I would believe that?" He crossed his arms to his chest thinking about you being skilled as him makes him go wild...

He would imagine you two sparring, killing zombies together... He does like it if someone talks about how your cool, amazing, hot, and many more. "EARTH TO LEON!" Claire's voice snapped him back to reality "*sigh* If you don't really believe me Chris and Y/n will be on the training area" That made his eyes widen "What? You do know she can be injured!" "Relax Leon, I told Chris to go easy on her" Leon then realized something- this son of a bit- "So you were the one who suggested this!?" Before he can utter another word Claire was already on her way to the training area. 'Women'

"Just to be safe, I will go easy on you alright?" Chris told you before getting ready, but since confidence is with you right now "You don't need to Chris. I'll be fine" Chris smirked, surely its okay for Leon? "Don't" You both heard Leon's voice with a slightly harsh tone making you gulp. "Hey Leon" you wonder why you're nervous... Leon glared at you signaling saying 'Stop'. "Hey cmon Leon, why don't you let her?" "Because I don't want to" Leon immediately talked "Its my first time seeing you worried about someone" Chris chuckled "Cmon, Leon. Let her show you what's she's capable of" Chris tried to budge Leon and finally he let it "Finally!" You said happily "But if you got hurt, that's not my problem got it?" Leon glaring at you and you nodded. Leon sat down at a bench near the training area observing you carefully.

"What you just did yesterday... I didn't really expected that" Chris rubbed his left shoulder. "Almost all my men suggested you to join on the missions" You giggled "I would love to"

Chris wasn't doing really well. Leon can't believe that you made Chris in this situation, his lips slightly bloodied, his left eye has a dark purple mark on it, while you have just small bruises on your arms and face.

Chris dodged another hit from you and lunged. Chris got a good hold on you and shoved you against the closest wall which made Leon slightly stand up. He didn't like this... He didn't like how you got pinned in the wall by Chris... "Got you now" Chris growled. You were breathing hard, but goddamn it, you didn't even look like your in pain. Who the seven devils are you? Chris eyes narrowed when he suddenly felt a movement from you "What-" you threw his head back, then slammed your forehead into his nose. His cartilage cracked and blood wet Chris's lips. He backed away from you "Oh, shit- I-im so sorry Chris! I think I may have gone too far!" You apologized over and over again "It's okay Y/n. It's not like im going to die anyway" Chris tried to stop the bleeding but no avail. "I think you should...uhm...go to the clinic..." He nodded and he went to the clinic while holding his nose. You felt bad... "You should've told me you know?" You almost forgot Leon was watching you the whole time. "You impressed me, damn" that made you eyes sparkle, hearing praises from him makes you heart meltt "I was going to, but Claire has other plans" You said, you looked at Leon... His lips slightly trembling "Leon? You alright-" "Wanna go spar with me?" You jumped when he suddenly spoke but agreed to his request "Sure!" You smiled, you were excited to beat his ass >:) "But are you alright? Slamming you forehead to Chris's face can get you some headaches... Well, since Chris is a hard headed" he smirked at the last part of his sentence, he then reached your forehead slightly rubbing it with his thumb "I-it did hurt...you rubbing it makes it quite better but I don't appreciate you being mean to Chris tho" Leon laughed he loves it when your so kind <3 he kissed your forehead making you smile.

"My Dangerous Woman"