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zkvry · 8 months

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My Lady | Possesive!Aemond Targaryen x Targ!Fem!Reader

Summary : You provoke Aemond, who is prone to jealousy

Warnings : red flag behaviour, some violence towards the end, jealous and posessive Aemond. Slightly dark towards the end.

Additional Information :

> standalone from HOTD storyline (there are no spoilers) > written in second person perspective > 1232 words | 9 minutes

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Aemond sipped on wine mindlessly as he watches you interact with Lords of noble houses. It was clear that they were trying to woo you, in hopes to have your hand in marriage.

His only seeing eye narrows with distaste, his lips pursed.

From afar, you mindlessly nod at whatever the man was saying, sipping on your wine to keep yourself busy.

Aemond had seen a few men approach you. It was obvious that they had taken to your beauty. His right hand had clenched around his wine cup, and his smile was gone as he watched the scenario play out. His eye remained fixed upon you, unblinking.

His eye was filled with an angry glare, his lips had pressed into a hard line, he was jealous, and did little to hide it.

you were finally able to run off from the man that had occupied your attention longer than you had hoped. Walking with haste, you approach the Royal Table, isolated from the rest and telling of your royal status.

You plop yourself down next to Aemond, sighing in relief.

Aemond sees your approaching figure, and softens his gaze, his eye hiding the fury he was feeling only moments ago. His mouth pulls up into a faint, pleasant smile.

"Did anyone bother you, my lady?" His voice quiet and monotonous, yet there was a hint of concern in his voice.

"I continuously, have been steering away from marriage proposals. I do not know how much longer I can entertain this," You chuckle humorlessly, hiding your face in hands with exasperation.

Aemond chuckles lightly at your reaction, a tone of amusement evident in his voice. "So it seems, my lady is popular?"

You took it upon yourself be forward, a small smirk on your lips. "Well, yes. your lady is popular".

Your words made him smile softly, a hint of his dimples showing. Unsure of how to respond, a slight blush appears on his face. His eye remains fixed upon your own, for there was a sense of appreciation, admiration, and respect that very few people can evoke.

"Do I have any competition?" He asks softly, his voice merely a whisper as he entertains your teasing.

"Yes. Yes, you do," you lean closer to him, subtly pointing at a few noble lords in the crowd.

"By that table, we have Cregan Stark. He is noble and a gentleman. I almost fell for him, truth be told-" You chuckle, hearing Aemond breathed in sharply, sounding constrained.

"-And over there, is Tyland Lannister. His house is one of the richest in all Seven Kingdoms, he said he would buy me a castle and build the largest dragonpit the world has ever seen. But he is arrogant," You continue your teasing, wondering how far you could push him.

Aemond turned his head, following the direction of your finger. His lip frowned for a moment, before he looked at you again, unimpressed.

"The Northmen and the Westmen are both powerful and wealthy. But I can buy you a castle and build you a dragonpit, too."

He chuckles - "And I am not arrogant."

Aemond gives you a sly smile, his pride evident.

Your eyes study him. "No, you are not arrogant.. You are cunning, loving, and very handsome," You trail off, a certain twinkle in your eye.

"-but stubborn!" You point an accusing finger at him, a playful smile on your lips.

Aemond chuckles at your accusation. His eye brightened with glee while his grin grew a tiny bit wider. "You know me well, my love."

"Cunning, loving, handsome, stubborn.. and proud." He repeats it back to you. "Are my qualities what attracted you to me?" He asks you with a teasing tone in his voice, his eye twinkling with mischief.

"You wish! you would be the luckiest man alive if you had me as your wife" You roll your eyes, trying to hide your smile.

Aemond chuckles, while his cheeks took upon a slightly redder hue. He takes his finger and rests it under your chin, pulling it nearer to his face as he leans closer to you.

"I am only the most blessed man because I have you," He spoke in High Valyrian, his words easily putting butterflies in your stomach. Your heart drums in your chest at your closeness.

You narrow your eyes, not once breaking away from his hypnotic gaze. A sly smiles creeps onto your face. "What makes you think you have me already, hm?"

Aemond's top lip twitches slightly, curving into a smirk as he sees your sly smile and narrowed eyes.

"The way you look at me, the way you talk to me, the way you behave around me," He speaks without missing a beat, his eye still trained on yours. His gaze falls to your lips, returning back to your meet your eyes - his pupils dilated.

Aemond paused for a second, and leaned in to whisper in your ear, his voice sultry and deep. "You love me, just admit it."

Your smile only grows wider as he lists down the things about you. You try horribly to keep your emotions in check as the your heart beats loudly in your chest, feeling tingly in your stomach. Biting your lip, you lean into his ear.

"I'm sorry, but I have marriage proposals to accept" You pull away, the faintest of red on your cheeks. Still, you did not want to back down. Your words were a harmless effort to rile him up, and rile him up you did.

Aemond's heart started to beat heavier and quicker, his eye shimmered with jealousy, narrowing to fix his gaze on you. His lips curved in a sneer, his gaze predatory. Aemond pulled you towards him with force, holding you by your wrists as he brought his face threateningly close.

In your shared mother tongue, he softly spoke, his voice firm and threatening. "Would you accept someone else's proposal?"

You give him an impish smile, your eyes twinkling with mischief. "What would you do if I did?"

Aemond's breathes become staggered as he holds on with restraint. His face appeared filled with wrath, his voice lowered with an iron determination. His hands tightens around your wrist, pulling you to his hard chest.

He leaned forward, his other hand clamped around the back of your neck. His voice firm and serious - "I will kill anyone who dares to marry you, for you are mine, my love. Only I hold your heart."

Your hand is turning white from the deadly grip he has on your wrists. Your faces merely inches from each other as he holds your neck firmly. You feel his hot breath on your face, seeing this pupils blown with desire and rage. You smirk devilishly, you had him right where you wanted him.

"Would you claim me as yours?" You whisper lowly, your voice enchanting. Your eyes were half-closed with desire.

Aemond's eye gleamed again, angry and full of wrath.

His voice was filled with dominance and authority, "Yes." He replied confidently, as he stared directly into your eyes. "You are mine, my love. I will claim you, mark you…" He whispered, his eye roaming your figure with hunger.

His lip sneered with ferocious determination, as he uttered - "By the Gods.. you will have our children, and I will make you forever loyal and bound to me, and to our house."

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bakugoushotwife · 7 months

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kinktober day seventeen: sex pollen kink

>>> god i love me some yuuta he is such a beautiful angel and deserves this! this started out as face-fucking kink but turned into this for storyline purposes LMFAOOO

>>> starring: yuuta okkotsu x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: sex pollen theme, pining, jealousy, face-fucking, oral (f!receiving) creampie, swallowing, doggy, headlock! oops!! >>> wc: 4.5k >>> event masterlist

you two make a dynamic duo. this was evident after he joined the school, drawn to you inexplicably. you were bubbly, funny, beautiful, and immensely talented, and you were the first person to smile at him. you became fast friends, and if he wasn’t sent out with toge, he was sent out on missions with you—where he quickly learned that your technique is beautifully complimentary to his own. you confused him though. you were incredibly pretty—non-sorcerers and classmates from jujutsu tech and her sister school approached you all the time, and you always politely turned them down. all sweet smiles and your caring voice humming out, “oh, thank you—i’m flattered, really, just—focused on working!”

you always were so kind, even if you had a good sense of sarcastic wit. yuuta got a taste of your spirited jokes and only grew more enamored with you, silently thanking the gods above for your gentle crushing of other men’s interests in you. but you never seemed too interested in him, hence why he was so confused when you glared at him and stomped away when he agreed to a date with maki zen’in during your third year. he didn’t realize that he was choosing something bigger at the time, deciding that if you weren’t into him he should try to move on—he should just focus on your friendship instead of all the boys throwing themselves at you and all the nights he spent wondering if you would give him a chance.

but things were never the same after that. you asked toge to take any mission you were sent on with yuuta, and you kept to yourself. panda was disappointed. he thought you would have fought for him, but you didn’t want to embarrass yourself going after a man who didn’t want you back. you mostly stick to yourself, mingling with toge and some of your underclassmen when necessary. you run solo missions and spend your time in your room or training, all in an effort to avoid him entirely. you hated how weak the whole thing made you feel. you hated being jealous of maki, someone who had done nothing to you and had been a great friend; you hated being away from yuuta, but you knew it would be worse to stick around and pretend that you’re happy for him.

he didn’t know he’d lose you completely. god knows he wouldn’t have tried this if he thought it meant you would stop sitting next to him in class and start sparring with toge during training instead. he missed you. you used to sneak into his dorm a few nights a week to watch movies and lay your head on his shoulder. you used to hint at your favorite boba until he got it for you on missions in the city. you used to use your curse copying technique to boost his own, paired with the increase in cursed energy output powering his; fights don’t feel like they used to, especially without your arrogant smile as you two dismantle yet another assignment in record time. it was awful, and everyone could tell that he was miserable. that’s why yuuta and maki’s relationship didn’t last much longer after the school year ends. he celebrates his birthday wondering if he should call you—and you spend the day typing and deleting a ‘happy birthday i miss you’ text.

your final year of school starts, and you continue to debate with yourself over approaching him. it’s been months since you spoke, and you’re struggling to find the right words to say after all this time and distance. how could you explain yourself? ‘oh hey, sorry for dropping you, it was actually because you dated someone other than me.’ that’s hardly a convincing apology—and you don’t even know if he wants to see you. it had been a lonely several months without him, due to your own irrationality and instability, but still. you couldn’t bring yourself to stick around and yearn for him while he was in a relationship. now that he isn’t…things could be different. you decide to find him after you get settled into your dorm. you’re almost finished up, so you hurry out to grab the rest of your things.

yuuta can’t stop looking for you. it’s your final move in day, and he has to see you. he wants to make sure everything will be okay between the two of you. he knows what room you’ll claim he just has to make the walk from the boys’ building to the girls’. he’s nervous to see you, but he’s excited, too. it all made sense to him now. you did have feelings for him after all, and he stomped all over them whenever he started dating maki. he understands why you distanced yourself even if it hurt him beyond words. but everything could be fixed now, he could admit the truth with the extra boost of confidence that understanding your absence gave him. he could make the first move with the reassurance, he actually cracks a little smile at the thought of your reconnection and acting on the feelings he’s tried to ignore for so long.

then he sees you, and his smile spreads. he almost calls out your name, until he notices choso next to you, carrying what looks to be the remainder of your stuff towards your dorm. you seemed relaxed and cheerful, smiling softly and talking beside him as he nodded and gave the occasional grin to whatever you were saying. so this is what it felt like for you, then, huh? he supposed it was only a matter of time, every man you came across was charmed by you—and rightfully so. you must have finally decided to move on like he did, but it still feels like he’s been stabbed in the heart with a white hot blade. he’s standing on the sidewalk, rooted in place as choso opens the door for you even with the heavy stuff he’s carrying. you duck under his arm adorably, probably giggling out a thank you as you lead him to your bedroom. yuuta might be sick.

but he has no place to. he did this to you, worse—in front of your face. at least you have no idea that he’s watching you. even as his heart crumbles in his chest and he does an about face back towards the boys’ dorms, he tries to make himself smile. he’ll be happy for you. this is all his fault.

the rest of the day passes without you being able to find yuuta. you did run into choso while you were outside of your building. he and yuji were helping nobara out, but the former noticed you struggling to juggle all your things and offered to assist you too. you’ve worked with him before as well, so you didn’t think anything of it as you led him to your room to set everything down. you catch up with him for a bit and thank him for his help before you dismiss yourself in an effort to find your former best friend before curfew. it was a fruitless search. toge hadn’t seen him since he moved in, and panda still hadn’t arrived. he’d leave everything to the last minute. so with sadness settling in your gut, you return to your dorm and prepare for the first real day tomorrow.

it’s no surprise that the first day means missions for the fourth years. yaga gives a whole spiel on how you all are adults now and all grade one or special grade sorcerers at this point in time. so he partnered toge and maki for a mission in nagoya, panda got a solo mission here in tokyo, and then he sent you and yuuta on a mission in osaka.

his heart sank. there was no way he could get anyone to take his spot. he would be forced to walk alongside you and pretend he isn’t horribly depressed. you would mostly likely try to reconcile, and he missed you so horribly he would take you back in any vicinity. he wanted to fix things, to make things how they were supposed to be, and you’re supposed to be his girl. but what could he even do? maybe he would have you under his arm for this mission if he hadn’t been so brain dead. he can only blame himself, so yuuta extends the olive branch first.

he waits for you at the gates. you can see the hilt of his sword as you round the top of the hill, and you swallow hard. you couldn’t help but think he was still avoiding you after looking for him for the better part of a day yesterday, so what would you say to him now? his grayish blue eyes meet yours, and you smile simply from the warmth that builds in your chest at the sight of him. he mirrors your smile easily, and it turns out you two can pick up right where you left off like nothing had ever happened.

it’s relief. you were both so nervous that too much damage had been done. you wondered if the distance had grown so wide you couldn’t bridge the gap, and he could only think the same, but as soon as you joined his side, conversation flowed freely and laughter followed after. and even as the idea of you and choso nagged at his mind, he knew choso would never know you like he does. he would never fight alongside you so expertly, nor have all the history that the two of you have. if that’s all he’s got, then he can make it through this.

the mission itself was a bit more of a struggle, for once. you blamed it on the fact you hadn’t coordinated attacks in months, but this grade one cursed spirit had way too many abilities and tactics to use against the two of you. you have the ability to copy cursed spirits techniques after they touch you, but it seemed as if this spirit had several different styles. they were spreading what appeared to be a fertilizer of some sort over the ground and walls, you couldn’t get close enough to it to touch, and you weren’t sure that copying this technique was going to be very helpful.

“i’ll just boost your energy—we’ll have to fight the normal way.” you determine through a pant. none of your attacks had worked as planned so far. yuuta unsheaths his sword, chewing on the inside of his lip. he nods, seemingly analyzing the spirit and their dust to decide what he would do next. he surveys the abandoned ward of the hospital you were standing in, locating hiding spots.

“i’m going to sneak around, you try to keep it distracted?” he suggested, and you roll your eyes. it’s hardly a glorious plan, but you relent in it, letting him make the first moves would be more effective and decisive for the rest of the fight. he grins at your signature attitude, and jumps high into the sky. you chuckle at his showmanship, then run at the blob-looking cursed spirit with a whistle. you twirl your spear, watching as yuuta drops down in the dust behind it. his sword stabs through it a moment later, and you’re close enough to get your spear into the mix. at the impact, the spirit starts spitting out that powder, and you get a face full of it.

you sputter and wipe at your face, trying to get it out of your eyes as you stumble back. the spirit laughs, while yuuta digs his sword into their flesh and tries to soothe your worries.

“it’s harmless!” he calls out, yanking his sword out of its back and circling to the front to retrieve your spear. “just get it out—you’re okay!”

the spirit laughs again, the glob-like substance melting into a pile as yuuta stabs it again, this time with the intent to exorcize it. “hardly, little woman!” the beast calls out in an automated croak. “cum is the only cure, female—you will die!” it laughs wildly, turning into a liquid under the pressure of yuuta’s energy. his eyes widen as you make a strangled noise of disbelief.

you’re not sure if you’re blinking in shock or still recovering from its dust in your eyes, but you stumble back as it fully disappears. yuuta rushes to your side as soon as it’s over. you’re going to die? unless you…do something extremely lewd? he’s blushing deeply but it’s clearly out of concern for your life, of course. he’s disappointed in himself for letting you get affected. he imagined it had to get in the bloodstream to be effective since he was fine, but he could tell with one look at you that you were not.

your eyes were heavily lidded, lips parted in a perfect pout as you stood on wobbly legs. you were covered in a thin layer of sweat, and he could see your hands pulling at your uniform—and your inner battle to get yourself to stop. he walks towards you, concerned beyond belief. you would die if he didn’t help, and you do look so intoxicating like this…

“don’t come any closer—please.” you choke out, feeling around behind you to find a wall to back yourself against. your entire body coursed with uncontrollable heat and need, your pussy throbbing painfully. everything was intensified, your heaving chest, the smell of the man you’ve wanted for years, and the searing lust he looked at you with. you started to shake, and he knew he couldn’t obey your command. “i can’t control myself right now, please, oh my god–” you whine out as his warm and slightly callused hands cup your hot cheeks.

“you heard it…you’ll die..” he says softly, wide and concerned eyes searching yours. he wasn’t under the same pressure, but his heart was racing and his dick was hurting at the prospect of fucking his crush. his tongue darts out to wet his lips. he looks almost as nervous and needy as you do. “i just got you back—and i’m definitely not letting you die.”

you’re insatiable, the touch only made your brain fuzzy and scream out for more, your hands reach up for his forearms, whining weakly as the connection doesn’t satisfy you at all. “oh yuuta–it hurts so bad.” you pout, the look you give him is so pathetic he almost whines with you. “h-help me, please~”

he nods and smashes his lips on yours. you let out an animalistic grunt in relief, throwing your body at him and taking the kiss from heated to dangerous, your teeth gnashing and tongue poking at his bottom lip to get even closer. he can’t help but contemplate the words of the curse, they simply said cum was the cure. does that mean his or yours? and where? he doesn’t mind trying everywhere.

you pull back, but your arms stay around his neck, hands knitted in his soft locks. “my clothes–god it feels like i’m burning.” he gently pushes you off of him so he could help you find relief, popping the buttons on your top and letting out a shaky sigh at the sight of your breasts spilling over your bra. he snakes his hands around your back, slender fingers working quickly to unlatch the clasps. he does let out a little moan this time—your tits sag when your bra drops, and yuuta pushes all the fabric off your upper half and his hands knead at your chest instantly, causing you to wail and moan. he’s trying to be normal, but this is anything but. he’s spent many a night with his fist wrapped around his dick, thinking about the first time he would have you, but it never went like this. he’s hardly complaining though, you’re so sensitive and your noises are so pornographic he’s trying not to bust in his pants.

“i’m gonna start crying–” you sniffle, none of his touches were satisfying you like you needed, it was getting unbearable. you were burning up and your pretty eyes were filling with tears of needy frustration. he whimpers at the sight and hurriedly peels his own clothes off, shaking his head in worry.

“oh, don’t cry! i’m here—i’ll..i’ll make it better!” he nods, hooking his fingers under your skirt, shoving it to the perfect dip of your waist. he looks at your soaked panties, and his heart stops. he’s really going to do this, you aren’t even in your right mind—he can’t help but feel like he’s taking advantage of you.

“yuuta–please, i want you so bad, need you!” you cry out, crumbling to your knees before him. you paw at his pants, untying his belt and yanking at the sides of his pants hungrily. he gasps at your desire. he was perfectly happy to please you only, wanting to save you more than anything—maybe other than this, you looking up at him with your lip between your teeth as his dick springs free, slapping against his stomach and making you moan out before you grab him. “fuck my mouth, okay–i need your cum, you heard it.” you sigh, eyes hazy with need as you lean in and kitten lick his pink tip.

his hand flies to your head, and he shudders just from that. you admire the sight of him, long and leaning to one side, cutely trimmed and a leaky slit meant just for you. “hope you didn’t let maki touch you—wanna feel all of it down my throat.” you rub your thighs together, fingers blindly playing with yourself to keep you from going insane.

he blinks a bit at your profession of jealousy—and then he remembers choso. “aren’t you dating yuji’s brother?” he confronts, jutting himself forward a bit to see himself splayed along your perfect tongue. you huff at the accusation, brows furrowing as you shake your head.

“never date anyone but you—” you confess, speech starting to slur. you aren’t able to think as clearly, all you can crave is his dick in your mouth, so you swallow him up. your nose tickles the dark patch of hair above his base, pretty teary eyes batting up at him as you moan around his cock. you want him to be rough? okay. he’ll do that for you–your life is on the line after all. he slides his hands to your cheeks as you work your way along him, up and down at such a sensual pace he’s a moaning mess like he’s affected by the technique. his noises only cause more of your own, his weighty tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag each time. he makes it worse when he decides to apply pressure, holding your head still and moving his hips instead. he fucks your face brutally, you didn’t think he had it in him. tears run down your face and gags and moans are all to be heard. he looks so good, brows set forward in focus and his pink lips parted to let his whimpers free. he tastes even better, and you think you cum when he does, his thick ropes hitting the same spot his dick was, but you swallow it all down anyway and lick your lips—waiting for more. he shudders, this was far too much for him to handle, he didn’t know how he could return to normal after this.

“let me see you now.” he blurts out, sitting on his knees like you. he crawls closer to you, easing you to lay back on the floor. you’re not too good for it, especially not if it meant yuuta was going to make you feel better. you were frantic with need, spreading your legs as soon as you felt his touch to them, he sees your soaked panties again, and his semi perks all the way back up again. “can i take them off?”

“fuck–please, yuuta, can’t take it anymore—put your mouth on me!” you call out his name so desperately he can’t help but wonder if you would be so slutty had someone else gone on this mission with you. the thought quickly disappears when he remembers your declaration, that you’d never wanted anyone but him, and he wants to ask if it’s true. surely he has time, you’re starting to look like pure sex and as bad as he wants to destroy you, he has to do so in good faith.

“did you mean it—that you wouldn’t date anyone but me?” he asks, peeling your sloppy underwear away from your drenched cunt. you nod quickly, the cold air making you shiver with anticipation. you buck your hips toward him a little, still nodding.

“why d’you think i stopped talkin’ to you? you chose her over me.” you pout, and he feels the guilt pang at his heart again as he picks your hips up off the floor, hooking his arms around your thighs.

“it was a mistake–i didn’t know you wanted me–”

“i love you—don’t just want you–need you, pleaseee we’ll talk later!” you squirm in his grip and he snaps into it. your words push him to new heights, you love him. you love him and you need him more than anything, and god he would make sure you never regretted it. his tongue parts your lips and he grows ravenous immediately at the taste of you. he sucks at it, wanting as much of you on his taste buds as he could get. you mewl and pant immediately, bucking into his face and moaning at the way his nose collides with your clit. you can’t reach him with the angle he holds your hips at, helpless and only able to play with your own chest as he devours you. he slides his tongue inside you, groaning at how tight you are. he knows you’re going to squeeze his cock like a vice. you cry out his name in response, and it drives him crazy. white hot need flows through his veins and it's not enough to hear you. he needs to feel you cum in his mouth, feel you buck and writhe in his arms just like this–it makes him feel like the man you need. and the more you call his name, the more he believes he is.

he tongue fucks you for a minute or two, just stroking your walls and tasting your insides. it makes you moan lowly, a purr almost, but when he slides his tongue up to your clit, your sounds turn higher, towards screams. it makes him feral, his teeth scrape against your hood and you lurch forward, whining to touch him. he makes out with your cunt, watching your face contort with pleasure.

“i’m gonna cum for you, oh–yuuta!” you warn in a broken wail, and he moans against you, waiting for you to coat him in your juice. your legs clench around his head, shaking and jerking as your release hits you in waves. he works you through it, licking two fingers in preparation to work you open, but you shake your head. “please, please fuck me, can’t wait anymore–.” you press your legs to his face again, the need almost worse now that you’ve cum once.

“it’s gonna hurt–” he winces, though the brain in his dick agrees with you wholeheartedly.

“it already hurts—please, please, if you care about me at all, just..please!” you sigh out, thrashing in his arms as you plead. how could he deny you when you talk like that, especially if it will make you think he doesn’t care about you.

“i care about you—i love you too, i–i’ll help you, i’m here.” he stammers around, lowering your legs to his hips. he angles his leaky cockhead against your hole, and your head falls back at the feeling and his confession. you nod, reaching for his hands that support your weight.

“good—then fuck me like you love me.” you pant, your body so glorious and splayed wide just for him. he’s in heaven, and he can’t fight off his need any longer—especially if this was what you wanted, what you were begging him for. he fits his tip past your tight hole, sinking his length deeper in fluid strokes. you moan wantonly, and the sounds make his body tingle. you’re walking sex, he’s always thought that, but seeing you underneath him only confirmed your perfection. you nod your encouragement, even thrusting your hips up to meet him, and the pressure makes his eyes roll back.

he fills you up like he was made to, squeezing between your walls and kissing your cervix once he’s in to the hilt. his fingers dig into your meaty hips, slamming your body down on him repeatedly until you’re both a mess of moans and sweat and heavy breathing. you squeeze down on him, mumbles of his name bless his ears and cause his dick to jump.

he turns you over, hoping you can still support yourself on all fours. you shake, but hold yourself up, arching your back for him to slip his cock back in without a struggle. he faces no resistance, your juices dribble down your thighs and all around him, gurgling and squelching once he’s nestled inside. you moan at the new angle, only intensified by him laying over your back and catching your neck in his arm, adding support for your pathetic frame. he’s got you in a headlock, his hips driving into your round ass, the sounds of his gentle grunting sing in your ear. you’re so close, backing into him like you’ll never have the chance to fuck again–which he can assure you would not be the case.

“yuuta–’m gonna cum ‘gain, gonna give yours to me?” you whine out, panting and struggling through your smooshed cheeks. he nods like you can see him, sweat dripping on your back. you massage him so well that he’s surprised he made it this long.

“yes, i have to make sure you’ll be okay.” he sighs, stilling as a loud moan rips from his throat as he floods your insides, noting that he would have to buy a pill to make sure this didn’t turn into a lasting problem at your young adult age. it feels so good though, he doesn’t know how he would ever fuck you differently. you shiver, squeezing all the seed out of his cock as you come down from your own high. you slump forward, his arm was the only thing keeping you from face planting on the ground. he rubs gentle circles into your bruising hips as he catches his breath.

“are you alright, does it feel better?” he quizzes, feeling himself go soft after several minutes of keeping you stuffed. “talk to me, i’m worried–”

“i’m great,” you giggle, feeling cum slide down your legs when he slips out of you, “better than ever. as long as that’s not a one time thing.”

he leans over your back again, turning your head for a sweet kiss to your lips. “no, no. definitely not. sneak into my room tonight and i’ll make sure of it.”

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wednesdayorwhatever · 1 year

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hints that Larissa Weems didn't actually have a crush on Gomez but had a crush on Morticia instead:

#1 her strong feelings for Morticia

...which are presented as resentment, jealousy and bitterness, feelings that could easily result from misinterpreting a serious crush you have on a person

meanwhile she doesn't seem to have any strong feelings about Gomez at all

on the contrary, in one scene she even seems to belittle him or express a certain indifference towards him:

in this scene Gomez doesn't understand what Weems and Morticia are talking about and while Morticia is very gentle with him as always Weems' reaction seems a little arrogant and she seems to even be mocking him a bit

watch:

I think this somewhat condescending reaction to Gomez not understanding what they're talking about is very interesting because it is actually somewhat out of character for Weems. She's usually not cocky or arrogant but in this scene she shows a certain disdain towards Gomez. And I interpret this as her being like "omg this man is so stupid and simple, how could Morticia choose him over me??"

sure, them being at Nevermore was 30 years prior to the plot of "Wednesday"

so you could just say Gomez was a teenage crush she quickly overcame and now she doesn't care about him anymore and even realizes that he is way too simple for her

but if that's the case, then WHY does she still have this strong feeling of sourness for Morticia? she obviously doesn't care about Gomez at all so if it was him she had a crush on why would she still be hanging on to so much bitterness towards Morticia?

I mean, the whole scene just SCREAMS "omg Morticia how could you favor this guy over me" and definitely not "omg Gomez how could you favor Morticia over me"

seriously, go and watch that scene again

it's at the beginning of episode 5

and I think it's so obvious there that Weems thinks very little of Gomez and doesn't understand how Morticia could choose him over her

#2 her reaction to Wednesday playing the cello

Weems has such a strong reaction to Wednesday playing the cello and the show focuses on the mother-daughter-relationship between Wednesday and Morticia which makes me think that Weems' reaction is supposed to be a hint that she is reminded of Morticia playing the cello and that there is another similarity between Wednesday and her mother. If that is the case and Weems is reminded of Morticia when she hears Wednesday playing her reaction is... telling:

#3 Gomez and Weems would be no match AT ALL

there is absolutely ZERO chemistry between Weems and Gomez

like zero

I mean sure, again, 30 years ago and that is a long time but still... wouldn't there be some kind of... I don't know, connection? at least a little bit? but there's zero

Meanwhile Weems and Morticia:

the tension

the teasing

the looks they give each other

"stately sequoia tree" "lumberjack"

the fact that Morticia has "ALWAYS ADORED that biting sense of humor"

the sense of humor that, by the way, we ONLY get to see when Morticia is present

the fact that Weems talks to Wednesday about Morticia nonstop, like seriously, she talks about Morticia all day and doesn't even mention Gomez once

#4 Morticia and Weems were close

Not only wErE tHeY rOoMmAtEs (oh my god they were roommates) but there are several other indications that they were very close at the time:

Weems knows about the visions Morticia had and says that she remembers that Morticia thought she might be losing her mind at first... a very personal and private matter that Morticia probably didn't discuss with many people

they participated in the Poe Cup together, Morticia as captain and Weems as co-pilot

Morticia saying that they had good times together... Weems doesn't agree that they were always good for her but they definitely were close at the time and spent time together not only as roommates

they did a duet for the Solstice Talent Show, a fact that I LOVE btw

#5 the fact that Weems cares so much about Wednesday

all her students are important to Weems and she always does what she thinks is best for Nevermore but she seems to have a special interest in helping Wednesday to fit in and find some friends

she forgives Wednesday many times even though she always breaks the rules

Weems seems to have a soft spot for Wednesday and would she have that for the daughter of her former rival if there really were only negative feelings for said rival? Why would she care for Wednesday that much (more than she already cares for each one of her students) if she really hated Morticia and obviously doesn't care about Gomez at all?

wouldn't make any sense

IN CONCLUSION: they are wives

thanks for coming to my ted talk

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twistiraki · 10 months

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Headcanons 🎀 how they got Jealous when someone else flirt with you

🌹 Riddle Rosehearts

When Riddle notices another man trying to get Y/n's attention, his expression darkens immediately. He's not one to openly display his emotions, but the jealousy boils within him. He tries to keep his composure, but his grip on any nearby object tightens considerably.

He steps closer to Y/n, subtly positioning himself between them and the other guy. His protective instincts kick in, and he tries to be a bit intimidating without being too obvious. He won't say anything directly aggressive, but his icy tone and narrowed eyes are a clear warning to the intruder.

"My Teacup, is there a problem here?" Riddle's voice is calm but laced with a hint of warning. He'll subtly emphasize the "my" in "my Teacup" to make it clear that Y/n is not available.

❤️ Ace Trappola

Ace is loud and isn't shy to let people know Y/n is his partner. He's used to being the center of attention, and the thought of someone else trying to steal Y/n away drives him crazy.

He acts dramatically, wrapping his arms around Y/n and pretending to be overly affectionate, just to prove a point. He'll pepper Y/n with compliments and kisses, trying to outshine the other guy.

"Oh, you're trying to charm my sweetheart? Sorry, but you'll never be able to top this Ace of mine!" Ace declares boisterously, making sure everyone around knows he's with Y/n.

♠️ Deuce Spade

Deuce struggles to control himself. He wants to let everyone see that he is not the person he used to be, but this clashes with his overwhelming feelings.

He becomes visibly flustered and awkward when he sees another guy trying to approach Y/n. But when his emotions run high, his delinquent personality slips out. He might scowl or adopt a more aggressive stance, trying to intimidate the intruder with the fierce protectiveness he feels towards Y/n.

"You better watch yourself, pal. Y/n means a lot to me, and I won't let anyone mess with that," Deuce says with a determined glint in his eye, showing he isnt going to back down.

♣️ Trey Clover

Trey's jealousy is subtle but present. He's not one to make a big fuss, but he can't help feeling a tinge of protectiveness over Y/n.

He'll keep an eye on the situation from a distance, observing how Y/n handles the situation. If he senses any discomfort, he'll step in to lend a helping hand, but he won't overstep boundaries. He knows that Y/n can handle themselves, but he's always there to back them up if needed.

"You know, I'm just a text away if you need a quick escape from this charmer," Trey says, reminding Y/n that he's there to support them without being too intrusive.

♦️ Cater Diamond

Cater's jealousy is more playful than possessive. He's not one to get overly serious, but he can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy when someone else flirts with Y/n.

He tries to lighten the mood with humor, making jokes and teasing Y/n about the situation. He'll casually throw his arm around their shoulder, claiming them in a lighthearted manner.

"Careful there, buddy, Y/n is my partner. And Y/n. you don't need this guy when you have Cay-Cay around. Let's get out of here and have some real fun!" Cater says with a cheeky grin.

🦁 Leona Kingscholar

Leona is fierce when it comes to you. He glares daggers at the man, his competitive nature kicking in. He doesn't like the idea of someone else trying to snatch away what he considers his territory.

He wraps his arm around Y/n possessively and pulls them closer, showing everyone that Y/n is already taken. He might even throw in a few smirks or provocative comments, just to show off.

"Sorry, buddy. Y/n's got better plans for the night than going home with you." Leona's voice is filled with confidence and a touch of arrogance, clearly asserting his claim over Y/n.

🍩 Ruggie Bucchi

When Ruggie sees the other guy trying to get Y/n's attention, he can't help but seize the opportunity for some mischief. His mischievous grin widens as he hatches a plan to turn the situation in his favor.

He'll casually wrap an arm around Y/n and flash them a mischievous grin, letting the other guy know they don't stand a chance. But deep down, he just wants to be seen as the one Y/n chose.

"Hey, hey! You think you can impress Y/n with some lame lines? Watch and learn, buddy!" Ruggie says with a half-smirk, half-serious expression

🐺 Jack Howl

Jack's jealousy is a mix of annoyance and protectiveness. He's not the type to openly express his emotions, but his territorial nature shines through in subtle ways.

He'll casually position himself between Y/n and the other guy, as if unintentionally blocking their path. His eyes stay locked on the intruder, an icy edge to his gaze.

"If you're looking for company, you should try somewhere else. Y/n and I are perfectly fine on our own," Jack says in a stern tone, making the message clear.

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto

Azul might try to play it cool, but inside, he's boiling with jealousy. He maintains his charming smile, but his eyes have a cold edge to them as he observes the man approaching Y/n.

He'll casually step closer to Y/n, slipping an arm around their waist, and making sure to drop hints about their relationship through clever remarks and innuendos.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you think Y/n was available? How cute. But you're wasting your time, my dear." Azul's words might be sugar-coated, but the underlying message is crystal clear.

🍄 Jade Leech

Jade appears to be the epitome of politeness and formality, his soft-spoken nature creating an aura of courtesy around him. But beneath that charming exterior lies the mind of a predator.

He'll put on a polite smile and engage in friendly conversation with the intruder, all while subtly working to undermine their efforts. He knows how to play his cards right. He is friendly till he has them backed up into a corner,

"Oh, I happened to come across some interesting information about you. It would be a shame if it were to get out, wouldn't it? I advise you to stay away from Y/n." Jade says calmly, his smile never faltering.

👟 Floyd Leech

Floyd's jealousy is unpredictable, just like himself. He might come across as laid back, but when it comes to Y/n, he can go from uninterested to fully engaged in the blink of an eye.

He might lean casually against a nearby surface, seemingly relaxed. But his eyes stay fixed on the intruder, daring them to make a wrong move.His demeanor shifts drastically, and the lazy drawl turns into an unsettling low growl, giving off an aura of danger. Anyone who dares approach Y/n with romantic intentions while Floyd is around is met with a chilling warning.

"I suggest you back off real quick, partner. Shrimpy's is mine, and trust me, you don't want to mess with that," Floyd says, his words dripping with a mix of irritation and possessiveness, making it clear that he won't tolerate any interference.

🦦 Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim's jealousy is more endearing than intimidating. He's not used to feeling this way, but he can't help but feel a little possessive over Y/n.

He tries to lighten the mood, but his smile is strained. He'll pull Y/n into a warm hug, trying to show that they're already spoken for.

"Haha, you're funny, trying to charm my special person. But Y/n is with me tonight!" Kalim's smile might waver with uncertainty, but his determination to protect Y/n shines through.

🐍 Jamil Viper

Y/n’s is Jamil's pride and he doesn't intend to give that up. He's not one to get openly confrontational, but he'll make sure to assert his claim over Y/n in a subtle yet assertive way.

He'll take Y/n's hand in his own, holding it with a gentle grip to silently communicate that they are together.

"Apologies, but Y/n and I have plans for the evening," Jamil says, his voice smooth and polite but with an undercurrent of possessiveness that sends a clear message.

🪞 Vil Schoenheit

When Vil sees someone trying to approach Y/n while they're together, he doesn't hesitate to step in. He knows his own beauty can be captivating, and he uses it to his advantage to assert his claim over Y/n. With a graceful demeanor, he stands tall and elegant, looking down at the other person as if they're beneath him.

He steps forward gracefully, making his presence clear. He might not confront the man directly, but he'll make sure his presence alone sends a clear message that Y/n is already under his protection.If the intruder persists, Vil might give a more forceful response. He'll firmly remind the person that Y/n's is his partner, and he won't tolerate any interference.

"I must say, I appreciate your courage, but you're wasting your efforts. Y/n is already taken, and their heart belongs to none other than myself." Vil says with a hint of authority, his tone unwavering.

🏹 Rook Hunt

Rook is drawn to beauty like a moth to a flame. And love is beauty. So when he sees someone trying to vie for Y/n's attention, his curiosity piques, and he finds it hard to resist getting involved.

Like a hunter stalking his prey, he'll watch the interaction with a mix of curiosity and amusement. He doesn't feel threatened by others trying to woo Y/n, as he trusts in the genuine connection they share. He might even use the opportunity to strike up a conversation with the person flirting with Y/n, finding their interactions to be amusing.

"Oh là là, another contender for Mon Poème Vivant’s heart? How delightful! Let's see if you can impress them as much as I do," Rook teases, eyeing him like a new prey.

🍎 Epel Felmier

Epel struggles to hide his irritation, and his usually soft-spoken voice might slip into a rougher tone as he tries to assert himself. He won't tolerate anyone undermining his connection with Y/n.

When the situation gets more intense, Epel might struggle to control his temper and find himself engaging in a more direct confrontation. If anyone tries to tease him in a taunting manner, his annoyance amplifies, and he might lash out with a sharp retort.

"Hey, I said step back! Don't make me show you how serious I am!" Y/n is mine, and I won't let anyone get in the way of that," Epel says with a hint of aggression, his eyes narrowing in annoyance.

💀 Idia Shroud

When Idia notices another man approaching Y/n, his mind immediately jumps to negative assumptions. He becomes anxious, thinking they might be more charming or attractive than he is, which adds to his insecurities. His shyness and withdrawal intensify when he feels jealous. He may step back a bit, feeling like he can't compete with the other guy's social skills.

He might try to distract himself by pretending not to care. He withdraws slightly, avoiding eye contact and fidgeting with his phone or his tablet. But his eyes keep darting towards Y/n, unable to ignore the situation.

"If that guy bothers you, just tell me, and I'll... handle it," Idia mutters, looking down at the floor, his fingers fidgeting with his hoodie strings.

🤖Ortho Shroud

He'll be quick to notice any flirtatious advances towards Y/n and won't hesitate to intervene. With a mischievous grin, he'll subtly steer the conversation towards how amazing his brother Idia is.

He's observant, picking up on any slight changes in Y/n's mood. If he senses any discomfort or unease, he'll subtly draw Y/n away from the situation, offering them a way out.

"You know, my Brother Idia is not only incredibly talented but also caring and kind. Y/n is lucky to have someone like him," Ortho says with a glint in his eye, using the opportunity to showcase Idia's positive traits.

🐉Malleus Draconia

When Malleus witnesses someone approaching Y/n, he immediately becomes more attentive. His presence alone is imposing, causing people to think twice before approaching. But if someone thinks they got a chance, his normally calm demeanor doesn't waver, but a subtle tension becomes evident in his posture. He keeps a close eye on the situation, silently assessing the intruder.

As the other man tries to charm Y/n, Malleus can't help but feel a twinge of insecurity, wondering if he is enough to keep Y/n interested. His desire for a future with Y/n fuels the fear of being rejected.If the intruder persists, Malleus's protectiveness kicks in, and he might step closer to Y/n, positioning himself as a shield. He would fiercely defend what he holds dear.

"I trust my partner knows their boundaries and has made their decision," Malleus says, his voice steady but holding a hint of possessiveness. He doesn't want to pressure Y/n but also wants the other man to understand where they stand.

🦇Lilia Vanrouge

When Lilia notices another man trying to get Y/n's attention, he remains easygoing on the surface, but there's a subtle shift in his demeanor. He becomes more attentive, keenly observing the situation.

He'll approach the situation with a charming smile, acting as if he's not bothered by the other guy's attempts. However, his playful teasing takes on a slightly possessive tone.

"Ohoho, it seems someone is trying to make you blush, my dear Y/n. Just remember, if they step out of line, you have my permission to put them in their place," Lilia says with a wink, making sure Y/n knows he's got their back.

💤Silver

Silver's jealousy is a mix of protectiveness and determination. He might come across as aloof, but he won't let anyone else get in the way of what he values.

He'll stand close to Y/n, his arms crossed, and his expression stoic. He won't say much, but his mere presence is enough to convey a warning to the intruder.

"Y/n's not interested. You should leave," Silver says curtly, not bothering to hide his annoyance at the situation.

⚡Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek's jealousy is as loud as his personality. When he feels jealous, he can't contain his emotions, voice becomes even more prominent. He'll stand tall and puff out his chest, trying to appear even more imposing. His pride makes him want to prove that he's the best choice for Y/n.

Sebek doesn't hold back when it comes to expressing his discomfort with others approaching Y/n while they are together. He'll openly voice his disapproval with his booming voice, making sure everyone in the vicinity is aware that Y/n is his partner.

"Human,What do you think you're doing? You better stay away from Y/n! They've got better things to do than deal with the likes of you," Sebek declares, not mincing his words.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 6 months

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Ask and You Shall Receive

This came to me at 3:15AM and half of this was typed on my phone in a haze of insomnia. Enjoy! This takes place in an AU where Graves is a good guy and works with the 141. This is my first time writing for Graves so comments would be very much appreciated.

Contains: Fluff, smut (consent, kink negotiation, bondage, Dom Phillip Graves, finger, oral sex (f receiving), praise kink, P in V, aftercare.This is pure smut.

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You want to try something new and Graves is more than happy to oblige.

Anxious isn't the right word, you weren't anxious about talking to your boyfriend about your idea, shy was more like it.

Everything about your love life had happened organically, his desire to praise you was matched by your need to hear you were doing well, and his need to feel like he was looking after you was matched by your appreciation of his efforts.

You knew he would take it well, he was the kind of man to take everything in his stride, you just had to find the right words to bring it up. So you'd spent your day off baking his favourite cookies in between mountains of research so you could come to the table prepared.

The moment you had been waiting for came right on five, once the sun had just begun to think about setting, when Graves key turned in the door and he walking into your shared home.

"Are those your famous cookies I smell?" His tone was light, with just a hint of arrogance that told you he had a good day.

"Yes it is, they're waiting for you at the table." You were already halfway there with two glasses of milk, and he made a detour via the kitchen to wash his hands before sitting down with a grin.

He looked you over, clearly picking up on something, before sitting down and gesturing to the treats in front of him. "What's all this about Darlin'?"

You smiled. "I wanted to ask you something, nothing bad don't worry, but I'm a bit nervous so I baked some cookies."

He picked up a cookie and gave you a slight nod. "Ask away, I'm all ears."

You took a deep breath and remembered that the worst that could happen was him saying no. "Iwantyoutotiemeup."

"Pardon?" By the grin on his face, he had clearly heard you, but he wanted to make sure.

You took another deep breath. "I would like it if you would please tie me up." You paused, this wasn't something you were asking him to do to you, this was something you were asking to do with him. "I would like to try bondage with you."

He reached out and wrapped his hand around your wrist, his thumb rubbing the skin softly. "I'd like that too." You breathed an audible sigh of relief, and he chuckled. "I'm proud of you for asking me, and for what it's worth, I think you'll enjoy it as much I as will."

"Have you done it before?" The question came from a pure curiosity, there was no jealousy in it.

He nodded. "I have." He paused, and his smile grew an edge. "And before you ask, I fucking loved it. Can I ask what's got you wanting to give it a go?"

The air was changing, it was getting easier and easier to speak and the end result was looking more and more like a fun night. "I guess I've always been curious about it but I've never felt.." It was hard to find the words to articulate your feelings. "I've never felt safe enough to ask for it until now."

He nodded then tapped your hand in the same way you had seen him tap a desk before he headed out on an op, all power and self-assuredness. "Well Darlin', you're in the right hands."

For the next hour you went over everything, exchanging back and forth ideas and thoughts. He was very impressed with what you had learned in only one day, and before you knew it, there was a plan in place. You would spend the day together tomorrow, an easy day at the farmers' market and sitting by the pond on the property watching the ducks go by, and when night came, the real fun would start.

****

You walked into the bedroom with his hand on your lower back, the warmth bleeding through his old shirt that you had thrown on after your shower. He had already laid out the lengths of silk you had retrieved from your fabric drawer, quickly hemmed today while he watched to make them ready for this very moment.

He led you to the end of the bed, where he sat down next to you, his long fingers almost engulfing your cheek as he held it. "Now you remember what I said about you letting me know what's going on with you when I ask?"

You nodded. "I have to tell you how I'm feeling or it stops. If I don't feel like I can speak, then I've got to tap the headboard."

He smiled, clearly happy with your answer. "Good, and what's that going to look like?"

You reached down and taped the edge of the bed, once before pausing, then twice. "Once for pause, twice for all good. Other than that, nothing's changed, if I want to tell you to stop, that's all I have to say." His eyebrows went up slightly like he wanted you to keep going. "And you won't be mad at me, even though I know you're going to be putting in a lot of effort."

His cheeks rounded with a smile as his eyes crinkled at the corners. "That's right." He took both your hands in his as he stood up and led you further up the bed, sitting you up by the pillows as he picked up the silk.

"Arms out please." You did as he asked, and he took one wrist in his hand before bringing it up to his lips and placing kisses on the skin. "I'm going to wrap each one separately before tying them together so your joints don't dig into anything, ok?"

You nodded. "Ok, thank you." You watched as he wrapped each wrist with care, his attention focused on every loop and knot until you had a length of fabric hanging from each wrist.

He ran his fingers around the borders of the fabric, then to your fingers as he looked over the ties. "Anything hurt Darlin'?"

You shook your head. "No, nothing hurts or tingles. It's comfortable. I'll tell you if that changes."

He smiled wide and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Wonderful. You're being so good for me." He kissed each one of your fingertips before sliding up your arms to your torso and then down until they gripped the edges of the old Marine Corp PT shirt you were wearing. "Can I take this off?"

"Of course." You lifted your arms, giggling as the fabric came with you and Graves lifted the shit over your head. His lips found yours as he took your face in his palms. The kiss was soft and filled with affection as he slowly made his way back to your wrists.

He took one length in each hand and looked over your forearms before crossing your wrists over each other. "Anything rubbing?"

You shook your head. "No, it kinda feels like I've got a pillow between my wrists."

"That was my plan all along." His accent came out more when he was turned on, and you could clearly see a bulge growing in his sweats as he tied your wrists together. He quit dip when he was home but he still ground his jaw like he was chewing when he was trying to slow himself down. "Get comfortable."

You did as he asked, resting on the pillows as he reached over to tie you to the headboard. "Comfortable?"

Your wrists were crisscrossed with your elbows bent and sticking out as the plush pillows took the weight off your arms, you were more than comfortable. "Yes, very."

He sucked on his tongue and looked you up and down before grinning. "Well, aren't you as pretty as a picture?" He looked over you one last time before rushing to remove his clothes. When he had stripped down to his tight black boxers, he was climbing on top of you with a grin before finally pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss was filled with passion, and your inability to hold onto him meant he was able to take over with ease, his teeth grazing your lower lip as one of his hands slid down to remove your sleep shorts and panties in one go. He broke the kiss so his lips could move down to your neck, and even though you tried to follow him, you couldn't close the distance since the silks kept you still.

His stubble scratched your skin as he made his way down you to your breast, but he paused to pull off his boxers and free his cock, groaning as the pressure finally lifted, and it jumped up to hit his stomach, all hard, red and leaking. He returned to his journey, his lips brushing your skin as the hand that wasn't holding him up made its way down your body to your core. "Fucking hell, Darlin', you're so fucking wet."

You expected him to touch you more, to feel his fingers on your clit so he could bring you to orgasm with his usual speed and ego. But his fingers only grazed your skin before pulling away, and you blinked in confusion as he smiled. "I want you to get the most out of tonight, and that means not getting what you want right away, you gotta savour some things."

You wanted to roll your eyes, no matter what, he was still so sure of himself that sometimes it made you angry. "Ok my love, whatever you want."

He had shifted backwards, resting on his knees so his eyes could take you in greedily. "Oh Darlin', don't tell me that, I'm liable to keep you here all night." His fingers had started to run from your collarbone to your hip, up and down as he spoke while his eyes raked your body. He shook off his stooper and smiled. "Now, where was I?"

"You were kissing me." You could kiss him all day and all night if there was time, you think Phillip would agree.

He clicked his fingers and nodded quickly. "That's right." He was back hovering over you, his lips on yours as he kissed you with the same passion as before, and just like before, he was pulling away far too soon to kiss his way to your breasts.

But once again, he didn't do what you expected, and rather than focusing on your chest, he started kissing over the rest of your torso. It was slow, each kiss deliberate, hitting a sensitive spot, or a freckle or the odd scar, it was like he mapping all the parts of your body that he could reach. By the time he finally made it to your breasts, you were wound so tight that the touch of his lips on your nipple made you jump.

He chuckled against your skin, and you sighed as the warmth of his mouth spread across your chest. You moved to run your fingers through his hair but the binds on your wrists stopped you, forcing you to relax into the feeling as one of his hands came up to play with your other nipple, his callous fingertip grazing your skin gently.

Everything felt so much stronger with the reduced ability to move, and you were getting desperate to feel him elsewhere. He seemed to pick up on it because he popped off your breast and slowly kissed his way down his body until his lips were brushing your mound. "You good for me to go further?"

"Please." He smiled against your skin as he kissed your inner thigh, then he was lifting your legs over his shoulders, stopping to run his hands up and down them before finally settling between your legs. He started with soft kisses, his lips barely grazing your skin as he made his way across your flesh, but his mouth was watering, and Graves was not a man to deny himself for long, so he spread you open and finally drove in like a man starved.

He sealed his lips around your clit and sucked softly as the hand that was on your breast made its way down your body, two of this long, thick fingers circling your entrance before he was pulled away to meet your eyes. "Can I Darlin'?"

You took in a shuddering breath; his fingers had taken the place of his tongue and were rubbing your clit in those precise circles he knew would have you aching off the bed. "Yes please."

He grinned and pecked your lower stomach before his mouth returned to your flesh, and he slid two fingers inside you. He wasted no time in running his fingertips along your walls to find your G-spot, and you swore you could feel the callous on his trigger finger as he pressed it. With his mouth back on your clit, he was moaning against you like he was the one getting off.

You pulled on your wrists again, needing to run your fingers through his soft hair or push him closer to you, but they didn't budge, and the vibrations of his laugh sent shockwaves up your spine. It didn't take long to grow close to the peak, and your attempts to warn him that you were close were stolen by moans as he doubled his efforts.

Your chest heaved, and his forearm went over your hips to keep them still, and you started to twitch. You managed to mutter what sounded like a please, and he moaned an affirmative against you, and that was all you needed to topple over the edge, your vision going white and your body becoming ridge as the pleasure overcame you.

It felt like it went on for hours, the edges of your consciousness going grey as it went on and on, and then the valley you were falling into rose into another peak before you could think, and you were vaguely aware of your own moans filling the air. Mercifully, he seemed to take pity on you when you started to twitch away from him and stopped, pulling his fingers free before slowly kissing back up your body.

You could taste yourself on his lips when he kissed you, and when he pulled back to suck his fingers clean, you could see that his chin was shiny with you. He wiped it with the back of his hand, then used your leftover wetness to slick up his cock as he moved to hover over you. "You wanna keep going Darlin'? Or do you need a minute?"

Your eyes drifted to his cock, he looked painfully hard, and despite the fact that it still felt like his mouth was on you, there was no way you were going to make him wait any longer. "Yes, yes I want to keep going."

He smiled and dropped on top of you, helping you lift your shaking legs around his waist as he ran his cock up your slit, chuckling softly when you twitched. "I'll go slow." He wasn't lying, when he finally slid inside you, it was at a snail's pace, and you were grateful for the slow push as your brain grew fuzzier. You could feel every ridge and vein, and when he was fully seated, his head dropped against your shoulder as his chest rose and fell with laboured breaths. "You good?"

The urge to touch him was once again thwarted by your tied wrists, but you still responded for fear that he would still stop. "Yes, please move." He started slowly, grinding his hips into you as he angled them to brush your G-spot. It didn't take long for him to pick up speed, and you could see the look of concentration as he shifted his weight onto one elbow so he could rub your clit.

He faltered slightly, his voice shaking as his hips picked up force. "I'm not going to last Darlin'." He grunted and his muscles tensed. "I fucking love you so much y/n."

That was all fine with you, you were fast huddling towards another orgasm and you didn't think you could take much more. "I love you too Phill." His lips found yours and the kiss was rough, it felt like he was trying to eat you alive as the fingers on your clit moved to push you into another orgasm. It was violent when it happened, forcing out every other thought as it took over every sense. The groans in your ear turned animalistic and then his hips were stuttering as your clenching gave him the final push to follow you into bliss.

Once his hips had stilled, he collapsed onto you, rubbing his cheek with yours as he caught his breath. He reached up and untied you, bringing your wrists to his lips and kissing the skin before he turned you both on your sides as he slipped out of you. You buried your face in his chest and he brushed your sweat stuck hair out of your face on his way to run your back up and down to soothe your racing heart.

"How are you feeling Darlin?" You tapped his chest twice, unsure of your words and he chuckled softly. "Like that, is it? Well that means I've done my job right."

He brought you back to earth with patience, rubbing your back while he pressed kisses to your skin at random. When the world faded back in, he smiled at you and brushed your cheek with his fingertips. "You back with me?"

You nodded. "I am. Thank you for tonight."

He smiled softly and kissed you once again. "No need to thank me Darlin', it was my pleasure. Anything hurt? Are your wrists and shoulders ok?"

You nodded. "Everything's fine."

He smiled and sat up, taking you with him before spinning slightly to open his top drawer. He had a bottle of water in one and your favourite bag of potato chips in the other and he placed them down as his hand moved to rub your legs. "Have those, you need to get something in you. Once you're all fed and watered, I'll run you a bath and clean you up, then we can get a good night's rest."

You yawned, suddenly hungry, thirsty and tired. "Thank you."

He smiled. "Like I said, it's my pleasure."

****

Between the bath and another small meal that Phillip had raced off to grab you and the clean sheets, you were completely exhausted by the time he had cleaned up and climbed into bed next to you. You nuzzled into his embrace, and he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your hair as he breathed in the smell of your shampoo. "I'd like to repeat tonight if that's something you want."

You gathered enough energy to reply, pressing a kiss to his chest before speaking. "I'd like that too."

"Good, that's real good." You could hear the smile in his voice and his hand found your cheek. "Thank you for being so good for me, I really enjoyed myself."

You smiled softly. "So did I, and thank you for being so sweet, and looking after me, I really appreciate it."

"No need to thank me Darlin'. That's what I'm meant to do." He pulled the blankets further up your body and reached over to turn the light off. "Goodnight Darlin'. I love you."

You settled into his arms and managed to reply before sleep took you. "Goodnight Phill, I love you too."

Fin

@chaos-4baby

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kairos-polaris · 5 months

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Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "yaoshifollower"?

my name is a game reference! i picked it in April-May last year when i just started playing hsr and we got introduced to the aeon/god of abundance Yaoshi, i really liked their design and the idea that even good blessings can be harmful if taken to extreme. which is why i am their follower!

now, for my top ten fics, i am going to limit myself to jjk only but i can do a general list too if anyone is interested

(not ranking them because it's something i always struggle with ranking anything)

1. every jjk fic by voxofthevoid @voxofthevoid, because they'd take up the entire list otherwise. i can't chose one favourite tho the way it follows you home, the stories i never told and isolation neophyte, too afraid to taste your conscience are close contenders for the first place

i adore the way he writes Gojo, that arrogant selfish bastard, and Yuuji, my precious baby can do no wrong 🥰, their interactions with each other and people around them (gege could never). and the smut is always top tier, i am still not over one particular line and i don't think i ever will be

2. still water by movequickly. it's ita/fushi, a canon divergent au from 212 chapter of manga and i just really love Megumi's characterization, the introspection on his relationship with others, something we lack in manga, and Sukuna specifically. also there is minor suku/ita and i am obsessed with the fucked up flavour of it!! like yes yes, this is exactly the way i want them

3. putredine by EvilPeaches. hints of ita/fushi, but mostly suku/ita. also another perfect depiction of the fucked up relationship Sukuna and Yuuji have. Yuuji wins but loses so much in the process you are left to wonder if the victory was worth it. in the end skita merge becoming one person (very fucked)

warning: check tags for both fics, especially the third one (people were talking in the comments about how dark it was but i just got horny 😔)

4. i'll be anything you ask of me by Anonymous. mostly hiita, with some goyuu. short and sweet, Yuuji-centric and encourages him to ask for what he wants, which is something i always approve of. comfort fic for me

5. this side of paradise by omontz. goyuu 236 au, Satoru's death starts a time loop with Yuuji forced to live through each in Satoru's pov. i rarely see time loop fics not from the pov of the person experiencing it and this fic does it perfectly. each loop is perfect and it made me cry, oh poor Yuuji he suffered for so long

6. "But to you it's just words" by WriterOfTheMaximum (@the-hurdy-gurdy-man , hope i didn't mistag lmao), a historical goyuu au where they walk a lot . Gojo characterization is very important to me and he is so perfectly imperfect here, just the way he is in the manga. Yuuji is a precious boy ofc, love this fic very much and i am going to reread it soon

7. Convergence by NoGravity, a canon divergent goyuu au in which Yuuji with the prison realm end up in the past (pre hidden inventory arc). Yuuji tries to unseal Satoru and get back to the future while also getting closer with teen Satoru. teen Satoru's jealousy of his older self was super cute. and while the results of their actions in the past didn't fix their future, it created an alternate universe. in the end both goyuu of the og universe and the alternate one are happy together

8. Lipstick by Lumieerie. one of my fave goyuuge fics, just very lovely and super delicious smut, i read it multiple times

9. Misplaced calls by J_c_nth. a loor at Gojo's time in the prison realm during which he receives calls from Yuuji from a different universe. some just met their Satoru z some haven't, some know him well and some really well. those calls make him confront his own feelings for Yuuji and realise how much he loves him

10. Touch me, touch you by rizna. senpai/kohai au goyuu being stupid and stupidly in love and making other people suffer for it

#my asks #long post

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adorerdraco · 4 years

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Whole Lot of Red ✧ Draco x Reader

Summary: Sneaky meet ups with Draco where nobody knows the two of you have a thing for the other until the day he sees someone flirting with you and lets his jealousy get the best of him. AU where its around seventh year and Voldermort never existed so Draco never got traumatized !

Warnings: light smut/hinted smut, jealous/possessive-ish Draco, a little more mature themes

Words: 1.8K

A/N: aging him UP for this one ! and making draco a tad rude bc the way i picture it is just WOW also i like to try to change up the way i write him sometimes :) also couldn’t find this gif anywhere so if it looks low quality its bc i made it >:( i want so badly for him to walk up to me like thaaaat anyways I HOPE THIS IS GOOD

It was a funny thing, feelings, and the way they blossomed in places they had no business being in. Those very specific stomach churning butterflies and skipped heartbeats were unmistakably there every time you found yourself in the Slytherin Prince’s presence. It was a shame really, you had never even given him the time of day prior to the time you were forced to work on a Charms project together but now here you were; completely and undeniably entranced by him.

Your group of y/h friends and you were gathered in the foyer outside the Great Hall, the doors wide open and welcoming students for the lunch that was going to be served in just a few minutes. Your friends were lost in conversation and you couldn’t be happier as your focus darted around the room hoping to spot the platinum mop of hair.

Out of sheer coincidence, a boisterous group of Slytherins had entered the foyer from the direction of the dungeons, all talking loudly and jokingly pushing each other as they came into view. Your eyes landed on the laughing blond in the middle, his toothy grin almost twinkling under the sunlight that streamed in through the large medieval windows. His gaze wandered around the room for a moment before stopping on you, the smile on his face morphing into a smug knowing smirk.

A shivering weakness shot up your legs, your heart doing somersaults in your stomach as you recalled the previous night. It involved you sneaking out of the common room to meet Draco in a dark and hidden corner of the castle in the dead hours of night, his Prefect duties long finished and a looming fear of getting caught by Filch. It was you being backed into said corner, his body flush against your quivering one, a strong hand clamped tightly over your mouth to muffle the whimpers that unwillingly left your mouth as his lips left trails of wet kisses along the exposed skin of your neck and chest. It was his knee in between your legs, pushing you harder against the wall as your hands got tangled in his hair while he held your face in place by your jaw, whispering compliments and desires into your ear with kisses to it in between, smiling coyly to himself when he heard the small gasps of pleasure coming from you.

All this was because of a simple charms project, the two of you forced to spend a couple weeks together where it was constant bickering and malicious teasing until the tension between the two of you had gotten so overwhelmingly strong it was suffocating. It had gotten so unbearable that one day, Draco finally had enough as you were reading something out of your textbook for him, suddenly knocking it out of your hands and scooting closer to you on the shared bench, his minty breath hot against your face and darkening gray eyes flickering from your lips to your widened e/c’s as he whispered a breathless, “can I kiss you?”

Post study make out sessions quickly turned into sneaking away from friends throughout the day which finally led into slipping out of common rooms to meet at night. No one ever noticed nor caught on to the two of you, the both of you keeping it a secret so you wouldn’t have to deal with people’s undesired two cents.

As much as you enjoyed the hands on affection, you found yourself liking the intimacy afterwards even more. You looked forward to sitting down somewhere with him, his arms wrapped warmly around your body as you asked about each other’s day that branched out into talking about anything and everything. You would skip back to your room afterwards, smiling from ear to ear with your head in the clouds until one day it dawned on you; you were in a sticky situation of constantly wondering “what are we?”

You never dared to ask him though, terrified of his answer and that he would leave you in the dust for even bringing it up. In all your years at Hogwarts, you’ve never seen Draco with a girlfriend, he was the most well-known boy at school, an arrogant and proud Slytherin, a skilled quidditch seeker, and an irresistible flirt. But never having the title of ‘the boyfriend’, despite the countless girls that hung off his arms nearly begging for his attention.

“Y/N,” your friend broke you out of your thoughts, a sly smile on her face as she elbowed your side. “Your little friend is headed this way.”

You looked at her in confusion, turning your attention towards the tall Gryffindor, Trevor, that was walking towards your small group, a bright smile on his face as his eyes stayed trained on you. Your friends giggled teasingly, already knowing what his presence would ensue. He was nice, but annoying as he relentlessly flirted with you every time you had your Transfigurations class with him. You just chose to ignore him even though he always ended up sitting next to you or around you no matter how many times you moved. He was someone who you complained restlessly about to your group which caused them to laugh and poke fun every time he would come up to you around them.

“Y/L/N!” He said happily, attempting to give you a hug as he came up to you which you only begrudgingly returned with a lazy side hug. He took your hand, leading you a few feet away from your group so he could talk to you privately. “I was wondering if you wanted to meet up at the library after lunch to study for our test later this week?”

“Oh,” you trailed off, trying to come up with an excuse but in the midst of your thoughts you remembered you had already made plans with Draco. Speaking of, you had forgotten he was only across the room, unbeknownst to you that he was staring hard at you and your classmate. “I’m busy today.”

“How about after tomorrow?” He asked again hopefully. “We can even go to Hogsmeade after, butterbeers on me!”

You frowned slightly, knowing that this was not a friendly collegiate conversation, but another ploy to try and get you to go out with him. His attempts were increasing week by week and you denied him every single time yet he never got the hint.

“Still busy,” you smiled at him, hoping that if you were to appear nice, it would soften the continuous blow of rejection.

“I’m not going to stop asking until you say yes,” he sighs, hands slipping into the pockets of his robe as he longingly looked down at you. “You might as well give in.”

His hand came up towards your hair, a skinny finger brushing through a strand of your hair as he pulled a small fluff of lint from your robes before flicking it into the air. You stood frozen in place, the gesture being painstakingly too much for your comfort and borderline creepy coming from him.

Draco felt himself shake with anger, the sight of you smiling at the Gryffindor and that he was running his fingers through your hair made his blood boil. Greeting the git with a hug. You being led away from your friends by your hand. He hated the sight. The thought of any man other than him being so close to you made him feel sick to his stomach, a rage sparking from deep within him he never even knew existed. He watched as you looked up at the boy above you, a weird expression on your face that instantly let him know you were uncomfortable.

That was it for him. He was seeing red as he threw his schoolbooks into Crabbe’s hands, pushing aggressively past a pair of boys that were in his way as he power walked towards you and your classmate.

“Didn’t you ever learn to keep your hands to yourself?” Draco called out condescendingly in his haughty accent, his scowl deepening as he approached. Trevor’s head snapped towards Draco, a frown etching itself onto his face.

“Sod off, Malfoy,” Trevor sneered. “Go find someone else to bother.”

“Take your own advice, filth,” Draco shot back.

“Filth? You’re one to talk,” the Gryffindor chortled. By now, everyone within a few feet of the debacle was watching, entertained at the argument that was beginning to unfold, your friends and Draco’s goons staring oddly at the encounter. You only stood there, looking between both boys towering over you in a daze that left you paralyzed in your spot. You were so close to telling off Trevor before Draco came, feeling grateful at your delayed reaction now that he was there defending you.

“I’m not going to ask you again,” Draco threatened, stepping in between you and Trevor as he spoke. “Leave Y/N alone, or I swear you’ll regret it.”

“Why? You think she’d pick you over me?” He snickered. “We’ll see who’s the one feeling regretful when you find her making that decision.”

By now, Trevor had stepped up to the spiteful Slytherin, getting in his face with a patronizing smile. Draco’s face twisted up in anger as his temper got worse, shoving his competition back with the side of his forearm, feeling satisfied when Trevor stumbled back.

“Funny,” he laughed darkly, “I seem to remember her already making that decision every single day while we’re snogging.”

Multiple gasps can be heard throughout the foyer, including your own as you gaped up at the blond, his eyes staying focused on Trevor as he looked taken aback.

“You trying to say she’s your girlfriend?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Your legs nearly gave out below you at his response. This was everything you had been hoping for recently, except not like this. But that still didn’t stop you from feeling giddy, however, the bliss of his revelation filling your entire body with glee. The ‘what are we?’ question being ripped from your mind with relief.

“Is that true?” Trevor asks you, a devastated look glazing over his eyes as you slowly nodded. He gives Draco one more pointed look, bumping shoulders with him before he stalked off into the Great Hall in a rush, everyone scattering around to go inside as well now that the show was over.

Draco turned to peer down at you, fury draining from his body as he admired you. He cupped your cheek, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on the opposite side of your face before whispering hotly into your ear.

“If he tries anything with you again, let me know and I swear I’ll deal with him,” he pulls back from you, smiling at you innocently. “I’ll see you later, darling.”

And with that, he sends you a wink, turning around to saunter over to his eager minions while your friends immediately rush towards you with a million questions that you would inevitably have to answer. This was not at all how you expected the day to turn out, not in the slightest.

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gotnofucks · 3 years

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The Unreformed Rake

Pairing: soft!dark Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands.

Words: 3k

Warnings: Slightly dubcon touching, fingering, semi-public touching, forced marriage hinted, 18 + Only

A/N: This is my submission to Siri’s 5k Softdark challenge. Congratulations love @stargazingfangirl18 , you do us hoes so proud and keep our punanis so happy! I chose the prompt “Come on, just a little taste”. It’s highlighted in the text.

If your corset was a millimeter more tighter, you’d be dead. The mammas cared more about getting their daughters married off than about them making it alive through the ball. You were glad that as a second daughter you didn’t have too many eyes on you. All you had to do was let three to four men twirl you around the dancefloor to appease your mother, and then you could sit back and enjoy watching your older sister Anika try to catch a husband.

Mostly, the balls weren’t too bad. You got to meet with your friends and eat some delicious food without the constant supervision of your mother, sometimes you’d even find a decent dance partner who wouldn’t step on your toes or whose hands wouldn’t wander south of your back. You could have made it through the evening unscathed had one handsome rake not made an appearance.

The moment Lord Huge Ransom Drysdale stepped into the hall, all eyes were on him. And his were on you. He made a spectacular vision, donning the bright colours that most gentlemen stayed away from, and yet he looked more masculine than any of them. The eyes of every unwed lady followed his movements, their mothers urging them to approach him despite his reputation.

Everyone knew Huge Ransom Drysdale was a notorious rake; his stories were told at tea parties in hushed tones and often accompanied by giggles. He was proficient in the art of leaving a trail of broken hearts and stuttering men, but more than that, he was a master at getting under your skin. His eyes hadn’t left you for a moment, fixating on you and your current dance partner who was glued to your side like lichens to rock.

“You dance most marvelously Miss Y/N, would you do me the honour of the next one too?” He asked, looking smitten at you.

“Now now Allen, you wouldn’t hog Miss Y/N’s attention all for yourself, would you?” Lord Drysdale’s mocking voice carried over to you, the man walking languidly until he stood before you. “There are a number of other ladies in want of a partner, if you’d be kind enough to relent Miss Y/N’s hand to me.”

Allen bowed to him, recognizing the superior title and the man who held it. Placing a small kiss on the back of your hand, he beat a hasty retreat from you side like the coward you knew him to be. Lord Drysdale chuckled, raising a brow at you before offering you his arm. You had half a mind to turn your nose at him and storm away, but your mother would have conniptions if she learnt you said no to a Lord.

“You have a lot of nerve and no tact Your Lordship” You said in a whisper, allowing him to grip your hand and bring you closer. The music began and he spun you out gracefully before bringing you back into his body, much closer than was socially acceptable. His fingers were firm around yours, the hand on your waist tight, singeing the flesh underneath with his touch.

“You know I am a tactless bastard, that shouldn’t be news to you.” He said with a charming smile that could fool anybody but you. He put a façade better than any theater artist you knew. He led you around the other dancing bodies dexterously, not looking away from your face. After a moment, he abruptly asked, “Who were those three morons you danced with earlier? Didn’t I sent word that you must keep your dance card empty but for me?”

An appalled gasp escaped you and it was with restraint you kept yourself from bolting away from him. “Are you having me watched?”, You hissed in anger, wrinkling your forehead. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Of course I have people keeping an eye on you. Can’t let anything happen to my future wife.”

Because you couldn’t leave, you did the next best thing. You stepped on his toe with all your might, digging your hell into his feet until he groaned in pain. He retaliated by moving his hand from your waist to your backside, giving a firm squeeze to your ass that had you choking on a scandalized scream.

“Hugh!” You chided through gritted teeth, looking around quickly to see if someone had noticed. Amidst the sea of dancers, nobody focused on you alone, but it would be enough to ruin a lady’s reputation.

“You know that’s not what you call me.”

His blue eyes turned darker, more challenging and predatory as he leaned closer until his chest brushed against you. You struggled, trying to put distance between you as discreetly as possible but he wouldn’t give.

“Let go!” You said, digging your nails into his shoulder to no avail. The thick padding of his clothes prevented any harm.

“Say my name.”

It was an order, one that if not met would hold consequences. People thought they knew the philandering Lord Drysdale, but they had little inkling to the danger that resided just beneath the surface. You knew. Your gaze dropped away from his, head a little bowed in defeat.

“Ransom.” You whispered, and he let out a shuddering breath as if his name on your lips had taken away more from himself than from you. He wouldn’t let you address him as anything else, not you who he claimed would be wearing his ring soon.

The dance slowed to a stop, people clapping, and you pushed away from him, halfheartedly joining in the applause. Ransom stood too close, his hand on your waist still fast and you slapped it away in irritation.

“Look, just stay away from me. I don’t want mamma to see us together.” You said, weaving through the throngs of people and trying to escape him. He followed, keeping at your heels with no problem, playfully pulling at your sleeve.

“Stay away?” He scoffed, almost as if in wonder of your audacity to even demand that. “You’re gonna be Lady Drysdale soon, you need to get used to my presence. I will always be close. Very close.”

You turned on him, raising a finger and wagging it in his face. Heat was settling over your face and neck, seeping beneath your neckline and into your chest that was heaving. Ransom’s eyes trained on the rise and fall of your breast, a wolfish grin on his face as he licked his lips in appreciation and anticipation.

“I am not going to marry you Ransom!” You yelled in a whisper, amazed at his arrogance. “You keep away from me.”

In a second his fingers encircled your wrist, pulling you away from the floor into the shadowy corners as you protested. Sweeping aside the curtains, he pushed you into an alcove, pressing you in deeper with his body as the curtains fell again to shield you from curious eyes.

“We’ll have to do something about that mouth of yours.” He hissed cruelly, caging you between his massive arms. “You can’t go around speaking to me like this.”

His face neared yours, eyes dark and dangerous as they glared into you, his mouth opening slowly. You knew what was going to happen and you turned your face at the last second, his lips finding your cheek instead. Warm breath fanned your already heated skin, a flutter of butterflies setting your nerves astray.

“Stop! This isn’t proper.” You said, squirming as Ransom refused to back away. He chuckled in derision, forcefully turning your face to his. You hated how he still looked so beautiful, despite the sneer and arrogance.

“Wouldn’t be the first time we did it. Or did you forget about those stolen moments after the lakeside picnics? What about those walks in the park where I’d press you into a bark of tree and ravish this sinful mouth? We’re long past proper my darling, and the only reason your virtue is intact is because I am affording you the dignity to keep it until our wedding night.”

Your gaze lowered in mortification, those shameful moments coming back to you as flashes behind your eyelids. He had been far too powerful, too intense to refuse. In your weakness, you’d allowed him liberties that made guilt settle like weight on your chest every time your mother bragged about your modesty to other mammas.

“That was my mistake, Ransom. I’m supposed to marry a man of impeccable standing, someone who holds everyone’s good opinion. After Anika gets herself a man, it’ll be me, and my mother would never marry me off to a rake like you.”

His chest expanded in indignation under your hands, and he held you steady as he ground himself against you. Anger, jealousy, and sheer disbelief at your words was evident in his glare, and you shivered in fear as his lips skimmed over your jaw.

“You will marry me, mamma or no mamma. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you mine.” He promised, eyes glinting in warning. “What’s that saying? A reformed rake makes the best husband, ain’t it?”

“You’re not reformed.” You countered, captive in his hold. A part of you that you refused to acknowledge didn’t want to leave at all.

“That’s true.” Ransom said, smirking. “I am a rake, its time I play to my reputation.”

He kissed you hard, his tongue pushing past your lips without preamble. You couldn’t help moaning into his mouth, your fingers clutching his collar for dear life, knees threatening to collapse as he kissed you like a man starved. You knew he had a talented tongue by his charming words, but there was more to it than merely speaking. He discovered you, explored you like an untouched cave and brought you back to life.

Nobody could make you feel like he did. You had no patience for conceited, blustering men, but Ransom was more than that. He was a force that overpowered your life like winds did to fallen leaves. He carried you with himself, unrelenting, persistent. He was passionate and hungry, he was obsessed. After the first time he had kissed you in the park, he promised he wouldn’t kiss anyone again. He promised he’d make you his, and that if any man tried to claim what belonged to him, it would end in a duel.

In his kiss, you felt his possessiveness. You felt his raw power and lust that had led you to sin on more than one occasion. Saying no to him was difficult, mainly because you were most yourself when with him. He gave you wings unknowingly. He gave you the freedom to rebel unknowingly. To him, it was your claiming. But hadn’t you claimed him too in one kiss? Hadn’t you transformed the rake into a marriageable sort in one kiss?

“Ransom, we can’t.” You breathed against his lips, both your mouths swollen and glistening.

“Yes we can. We will.”

His hand ventured south of your neck, dipping into your neckline and brushing against the plump swell of your breast. You sputtered, not knowing if you were urging him or objecting. He pressed you hard into the wall, trailing his lips from your neck to your chest, sucking and nibbling with utmost patience and care. You whimpered at his assault, soft mewls spilling from your mouth and you rested your head back, unable to control the heat that simmered in your core.

“There is no power in the world that can stop me from making you my wife.” He said, looking right into your eyes as he sharply pulled and tore a rip into your bodice. You screeched, thumping your fists against his chest before he gathered them in one arm and held them above your head. “This is just a preview of what will happen between us when you take my ring and name.”

Pushing away the limp fabric from your breast, his mouth enveloped your nipple in one fell swoop. You cried out in pleasure, his warmth spreading into your own body and you feared you’d burn. A fire was simmering between your legs, wet and wanting, chanting his name. His teeth gently grazed your nipple, causing you to whimper, a sound he captured in his mouth.

“Look at me.” He ordered, and you opened your eyes without having realized they were closed. The blue in his had never been darker, almost black like the night sky that swallowed down everything in its path.

“Please don’t.” You begged. “I have sisters whose reputation are tied with mine. You’ll ruin us all.”

Ransom smiled, and you gulped because he looked almost tender. As his fingers trailed down your front to gather the layers of skirt above your knees, he bumped his nose in yours. “Never. I am a Thrombey-Drysdale. I’ll take you, and I’ll save your family. Everything I own is yours.”

The look in his eyes was such that you didn’t protest as he traced your thighs, approaching the apex. He didn’t look away as he reached your moist core, nor when he found your sensitive nub and ran circles around it with his fingers. You moaned, biting your lip to stifle your voice as his breathing picked up. Your scent filled the small niche you were in, his chest digging into yours, hand buried between your legs.

A strangled cry did escape when you felt him at your weeping entrance, threatening to breach the untouched walls of your virtue. You shook your head, asking him not to cross the boundary that will change everything between you.

“Come on, just a little taste.” He urged, pressing inside with one finger. He delved in slowly, his intrusion felt against the spongy walls of your sex and you trembled. You were panting you realized, hips gyrating almost subconsciously to mirror his movements.

“Ransom” You moaned, pushing forward. You had to do something, anything. You felt about ready to combust.

“I know. I know. Look at me and remember the pleasure I can give you. Remember the love I will shower on you.”

Another finger joined the first, stretching you until it burnt. You held onto his arms, breath coming in sharp intervals as he moved in and out, the obscene sounds of your essence mixing in with your laboured breathing.

“Do you feel the fire my darling?” Ransom asked, and you nodded. He rested his forehead on yours, forcing you to meet his eyes as he sped up, the heel of his hand digging into your nub. “Look into my eyes and let go. Come, now.”

Your back arched and your pressed forward into his body, quacking in pleasure as sensations that had no name wrecked your whole body. Your teeth sank into his neck to hold in your scream, whole body vibrating and undulating in ecstasy. You remained like this until you caught your breath, sweat gathering above your lips and brow. He looked ravenously at you. He looked in awe too.

Raising his hand, he showed you his fingers soaked in your wetness and slowly he brought them to his mouth and sucked. You gulped, suddenly feeling empty as Ransom closed his eyes in the relish of your taste. When he finally looked at you again, you knew you were lost. The wolf had had his taste of blood. There was no escaping.

He kissed you slow and soft, sharing your taste with you and pulling you closer into him. It didn’t seem like he would part. For all you knew, the world had burnt away leaving only this niche in the wall intact, two people who were just learning to explore each other the only ones alive.

“Do you know, or should I say?” He asked, and you sucked in a breath. Who would have thought this day would come?

“Say it.” You answered. You knew, oh yes. But you needed to hear. You needed to watch those beautiful lips curve around words that bound you to him in something far more potent than marriage.

“I love you.” He said, sincerely, truly and with no hesitation. He loved you. Lord Hugh Ransom Drysdale loved you. Your eyes glistened with unshed tears and you stood on your toes to brush a kiss against his lips.

“I love you, Your Lordship.”

His arms came around you so strong that they felt like chains. You stayed in his embrace, disheveled and disoriented. You never expected your evening would have ended like this.

“Remember my love, then. And forgive me.” Ransom said. Before you could ask him what he meant, he threw apart the curtains that contained your sin and bared you to the world. The first person gasped aloud, and then ten more. You stood paralyzed, holding a hand against your chest to conceal the peeking flesh behind.

Ransom stood before you, nonchalant. Whispers flew around, taking the form of a vicious wind that swept across the ballroom until your mother was running towards you, scandalized. She took one look at you and staggered back, falling behind on the people who rushed forward to help.

“You – no. It couldn’t be.” She sobbed, holding a hand to her heart as if asking it to stay inside. You couldn’t say anything, shame written on every part of you. Ransom cleared his throat before looking at you softly, uncaring of others who gossiped when his lips pressed on your forehead.

“I plan to do right by Miss Y/N.” He announced, removing his coat and draping it around you. Pulling you out from the alcove, he put an arm around you and tugged you at his side. He glanced at you mother who was on the verge of fainting, a small tilt to his lips. “Madam, with your blessings, I would like to wed your daughter and make her an honest woman.”

You hid your face into his chest, not bothering to see your mother’s response. He had compromised you. He had ruined you. Ransom Drysdale didn’t take a no, and he fought hard for what he wanted.

“I hate you.” You whispered, heartbroken. Had he waited, you’d have said yes yourself. Ransom read the question in your gaze and stroked the curve of your cheek.

“I have done my waiting. No more of it. You’re mine now.”

#siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #soft!dark ransom drysdale x reader #dark!ransom x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #soft!dark ransom drysdale #ransom x reader #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom drysdale

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maomao-words · 3 years

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Honestly, I just wanted to write jealous! Marius and the rest naturally followed (~˘▾˘)~

This fandom is very welcoming! Thank you for all of the love on my previous work (✿´‿`)

I hope you enjoy these headcannons as well!

(Tears of Themis) How the boys deal with jealousy:

Marius:

Handsome, tall, rich and very very alluring, Marius is as perfect as one can be. Yet, despite his attractive looks and prestigious familial background, Marius can be a bit too insecure when it comes to you.

He knew that you loved him for the simple man he is and not for his wealth or high status. He knew you were highly independent, intelligent and needed no one to solve your problems in your stead. He knew that you could pick someone older and more mature than himself, someone who could devote all of his time to pleasing you, someone who wouldn’t cause you to get entangled with malicious journalists and bitter haters. Someone like-- Artem.

Seeing you clad in a crimson backless dress, eyes shining in pure joy as you stood side by side with Artem in front of the cameras, Marius felt his heart being torn to pieces. He shifted uncomfortably on his feet, hands tightly clenched in fists as he struggled to keep his expression neutral amidst all of the gazes in the party hall. Cameras flashed again, capturing Artem’s rare tender smile as he looked at you. Marius harshly bit his tongue and dropped his head down to block the scene from his view, his violet eyes trembling in visible agony. She’s mine, Marius wanted to shout out loud, don’t fucking touch her. But the young man couldn’t do that. He couldn’t ruin this moment for you nor cause the lenses to focus on you and corner you because of him.

Cameras flashed again, more intensely this time, and the murmurs of the crowd rose louder. Marius blinked in confusing as he slowly raised his head back again only to be greeted by your gorgeous smile as you walked up to him.

Marius felt air entering his lungs once again. You were walking towards him with the lightest of steps, your eyes focusing solely on his figure and your mouth gently moving to form his name. Your hand was soon in his as you embraced him close to you.

Ah, Marius gently enveloped you in his arms, I really can’t win against her. His familiar teasing smirk was back on his face in a heartbeat, his arms tightening around you as he felt you chuckling against his broad chest. “One-san,” Marius’ voice carried a visible hint of mirth as he watched you tremble at the affectionate nickname. “I love you, my one and only muse.”

Luke:

Luke’s coral eyes did not leave your form even for a fraction of a second, despite his hands moving busily at his work space. The new customer was now openly smirking, his eyes locked on your body, rather than focusing on hearing the explanation he asked from you.

Luke breathed deeply, his hands speeding up more to finish the arrogant client’s customized order as fast as possible. Luke genuinely wished to drop the parts he was handling in the trash before kicking the customer out of the shop; his reputation be doomed to hell. But the glares you were sending his way held him in his seat. You were obviously worried about the consequences of offending such an influential man but Luke could honestly care less.

The second the man was about to place his hand on your shoulder, Luke’s firm fingers enveloped his wrist, holding him in place with visible ease. The man’s smirk soon faded into oblivion as his struggles to free himself proved futile. Luke was much stronger.

Luke extended his other arm towards you, bringing you closer to him by your waist. He could feel you relaxing in his embrace. All of your anxiety and disgust resulting from your interaction with the client soon dissolving as you took in Luke’s familiar scent. Luke’s arm tightened around you, betraying his anger at the situation. His eyes gleamed in bitter coldness as he shifted his gaze from you to finally look at the man in front of him.

“Sir,” Luke’s polite smile did not reach his eyes as he addressed his customer, “your order is ready.” The man opened his eyes wide in surprise. The trash was obviously aiming to distract Luke with a complex order to gain a chance to seduce you. Luke scoffed internally as he handed the meticulously wrapped item back to its owner. “If that is all, please excuse us,” Luke finally released his firm grasp on the man’s wrist, “my girlfriend and I have business to attend to.”

The man’s face fell and his mouth opened in hurry to say something but Luke was simply faster. The door was slammed harshly in a heartbeat.

“My love,” Luke felt his stomach twist in pleasure as your voice reached his ears. He turned around, a gentle smile finally back on his face before he dropped a tender peck on your lips. “Yes, baby?”

Artem:

“Artem,” your voice was low as you whispered in your lover’s ear. Artem immediately turned away from the papers in his hand to look at you, offering you his undivided attention. “Yes, darling?” Artem’s voice was as gentle as always but you frowned at him in slight displeasure. “My hand. You need to let go of my hand so I can go greet the client.” Artem raised his brow at your request, further squeezing your hand in response.

This particular client has always gotten on Artem’s nerves, openly flirting with you and flaunting his social status and wealth around to impress you. Artem has absolute faith in you and in your feelings for him, yet recently, this client’s advances have suddenly turned aggressive and borderline dangerous. Invitations turned into ‘joking’ threats and legal consultation sessions became full of flirty and teasing remarks. While Artem is more than sure that you are capable of handling this situation efficiently, yet his heart pushed him to intervene despite this knowledge.

Every time the client got closer to you or whispered your name as he smirked, Artem felt his composure wavering and his usually calm attitude cracking. His blood boiled in intense rage at the thought of the man laying his hands on you.

“Don’t go.” Artem’s voice, filled with something intense erased the annoyance off your face. You unconsciously squeezed his hand tighter, your heart fluttering as you slowly recognized Artem’s desire to protect you. A soft smile rose on your face as you gazed at your beloved blushing in front of you. “Will you handle him for me?” you teased, enjoying the sight of Artem’s cheeks heating up with a lovely red. “If you would allow me,” Artem answered you, azure eyes never leaving yours, “I would make sure you never have to see him again.”

Your smiled widened, recognizing your lover’s confidence through his voice. You softly sighed in relief and inched closer to Artem on the couch. In one fluid movement, you dropped your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes to bask in Artem’s crisp and clean scent.

“Alright, then,” you whispered. A soft peck was placed on top of your head once the words left your mouth. “Leave it all to me, love.”

#tears of themis #marius von hagen #artem wing #luke pearce

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bluemoondust · 2 years

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Hey! I don't know if you write for him but if you do, can I request some headcanons for Sir Nighteye? I think he'd make a very interesting yandere given his quirk and how obsessive and devoted he's shown he can be. Thank you!

Hello! I indeed do write for Sir Nighteye! ^^ Also, I agree, with how he is along with his quirk, he'd be a pretty complex yandere.

♡General Yandere Headcanons♡ — Sasaki Mirai/Sir Nighteye

Warning(s): Obsessive Behavior/Mindset, Invasion of Privacy (use of quirk and cameras installed), Hints of Stalking, Lucid Behavior, Hints of Paranoia, Mentions of Death, Abuse of Power

You're right on the mark about how he'd be an obsessive yandere—and boy is he an intensely one. It can even surpass how much Midoriya is! Mr. Sasaki makes sure to not miss a single detail about you. His knowledge ranging from the routines you take (if you have any) to the very specific way you carry yourself through body language and tone of voice. It's all ingrained into his memory and definitely comes in handy. Because of that, he can read you with ease, which honestly can be seen as terrifying even before he uses his quirk on you. There is absolutely nothing you can hide from this man, no matter how much you believe you're doing a good job keeping your life under lock and key.

Not only that, but Nighteye is highly lucid for a yandere so obsessive. It bothered him in the beginning when he took notice of the sudden changes going about and was hesitant to use his Foresight on you to make a brief check. Despite it all, he did so and was not completely taken aback by the scene he saw before him. Due to the nature of his quirk, he had to take measures in ensuring you'd have no clue of what his intentions were. It'd be a hassle to worry you with him wanting to look into your future. Five minutes of it is enough. In those five minutes confirmed so much to him. Nighteye was relieved that he did not have to worry too much. He's now ensured the two of you will be together, and he'll make sure of that.

So in short, that basically enables his actions and behavior from here on out. It may seem wrong, he knows, but it look to be that way when he has foreseen what lies ahead. Besides, he isn't the danger in your life; Nighteye will make sure he isn't for as long as he is in control of the situation. Believe him when he says he has everything steady, nothing out of place nor unbalanced. A conclusion he reaches is to secure your safety by installing cameras in your home. It's a precaution due to how dangerous the world you both live in is. This is only because Mirai has a fear within the depths of his being that something/someone will bring you harm. Or worse, your death. He always has to be ten steps ahead of everything and everyone.

If you were on his level of observation, you'd be able to tell of his hidden intentions. Other than that, Nighteye is extremely careful in concealing his yandere traits from you. It's mostly due to his lucid nature that aids in this, but the man is highly intelligent to come up with ways to keep you in the dark. Along with that, he's patient to an extent. Mirai wants to have a steady relationship with you. One that he tries to make as normal as possible given his behavior and the actions he's taken beforehand. Everything would be content... Unless something unfortunate were to happen, such as you discovering how much he truly knows about you.

Jealousy is a rare occurrence when it comes to this man. He sees no need to feel such a thing when your future is set in stone. His attitude towards those who try to pursue you is assured as he believes that those people are arrogant to even think they had a chance. Nothing in all his visions can be changed and Nighteye clearly knows that. So rivals are pushed to the side, they can be dealed withe easily and only seen as a nuisance; never a threat. If they're part of his agency, you can be sure he will demote or fire them if they don't stop their pursuit immediately.

Rest assured, no one would be in danger with a yandere like Mirai. He's too calculated in his actions to choose a path that would raise suspicion. Murder and violence are off the table. He'd also wouldn't dream of harming you unless it's a minimum and used for correcting your behavior in a future he hopes he doesn't have to face too soon. The only thing that would be put at a very mild risk is his stress. Nighteye is an organized man, yes, but that doesn't stop him from thinking about you every second he can. It ranges from what he could gift you to if you're doing alright in general. It's not to the point where he'll be a complete mess, but it does have him checking up on where you are once in a while. The day when your life is in danger is the day when this man snaps. The silence and lack of reaction would be deafening.

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere sir nighteye #yandere mirai sasaki #yandere mha x reader #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha imagines #yandere sir nighteye x reader

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The Hogwarts Express scene in Prince's Tale: A Sirius and Snape analysis

I really, really enjoy Sirius and Snape as characters and their respective narrative functions in story. But what gets me most about them is how much Rowling hints about their backgrounds and so much of it makes sense with regard to who they are as adults. So I am going to be breaking down a very small scene from Prince Tale and getting into long winded hypothesis about their respective childhoods.

So, let's start with Snape. The scene begins with Snape rushing to find Lily, already in his Hogwarts clothes. Harry notes he must have been eager to get out of his clothes - ones that look like he borrowed from his mother, as Petunia spitefully pointed out. This has always been a very interesting detail to me - first off, it indicates how poor Snape's family is. Second, this indicates his tiny rebellion from his father - he refuses to wear clothes of the abusive man, and prefers his mother's. I admit, I am partial to the reading that Snape refuses to associate with his father in tiny ways, rather than Tobias refusing to hand his son clothes.

(I have seen readings which say that it is also a sign of neglect - perhaps his parents bought clothes that simply don't fit him, but I am more inclined to think it's a hand me down, simply because Harry identifies so strongly with it. Because Harry knows what it is like to wear a hand me down that don't quite fit, that are too big for you, or the ones that make you look ridiculous.)

Lily and Petunia's relationship is fraught with Petunia's jealousy. And young Lily is upset over it when Snape meets her. "I am not talking to you. Tuney hates me" she tells him. "Because we saw the letter from Dumbledore". Young Lily shows signs of being extremely emotionally reactive and this scene is one of them. It's easier for her to deal with Petunia's rejection of her by telling Snape she doesn't want to talk to him. It's a childish displacement of her hurt over her sister's rejection. (I am genuinely baffled by interpretations that Lily and Hermione are similar. Hermione is very cognitive person, Lily, as we have been shown repeatedly in memories, is not).

Snape, however, with his bad history with Petunia and his inability/ poor social skills to understand why this matters to her, goes: "So what?"

Lily, who throws him a look of deep dislike, says "So she's my sister". This seed is important because this is what develops into "he doesn't get me" feeling she later displays in her teenage scenes with him. Interestingly, most of Lily's personal relationships have deeply interwined love and dislike - Petunia (whose rejection bothers her but she cheerfully informs Sirius that Harry nearly broke a vase her sister sent - which means there is resentment on her end too), James - who she was attracted to even before 7th year but also disliked at one point, and Snape - again, a contentious friendship filled with love and distance.

"She's only a -" we dont get to hear what Snape intended to say. And given his own acrimony with Petunia, it could be anything. However, I read it as "She's only a Muggle" because it ties into his feelings about his father. Snape, who is proud of being half a Prince, emphasizing his magical lineage from his mother's side, his refuge in a violent, neglectful home. (Barty Crouch Jr and Snape with their disappointing fathers - I imagine Voldemort is supremely attractive leader to people with broken homes like this)

Snape, by all accounts, shows a disorganised attachment style. His caregiver, his mother - and perhaps the only parent he seems to have regard for, is too preoccupied by her own abuse to be there for her son - we see this in glimpses Harry sees in OOTP: " woman cowering" where a man shouts at her, and a young, neglected Snape cries in the corner. Children born in homes like this have trouble regulating their emotions, simultaneously displaying tendencies to aggressively lash out or show disassociative symptoms. Both of which Snape displays. Statistically, this is also seen more in low income households where economic instability and resulting domestic instability creates an unsafe environment for the kids to safely form ideas of their identity, or express emotions in healthy ways, modelling instead out of behaviour seen at home.

Then, Snape reminds her that they are going to Hogwarts. He is already in his Hogwarts clothes - now, Snape gets to be the impressive figure. The one who told her about magic, who theorised about how Muggles get letters from magical people, the one who told her about Dementors and Azkaban. He has already left behind the Spinner's End version of him, he wants to bigger than that, and is keen to be in place of magical learning and to join Slytherin. Essentially, he shows signs of unstable identity, insecurity - all prime for grooming into a cult.

And here comes along James Potter, who looks around at the mention of Slytherin. James's comment uses Snape's line and directs it to Sirius instead and it becomes a conversation between them, as a way to bond more with a fellow "rowdy boy" Sirius. Effectively ignoring the other two.

Sirius as we see here, "does not smile" when James talks about Slytherin. He essentially says something that can be construed as a way to nip that conversation in bud: "My whole family has been in. Slytherin". This suggests to me that there is some loyalty to his family there and his disillusionment with them isn't entirely fixed yet. After all, Sirius's intense loyalty to his friends, more specifically James, did not come out of thin air. It is reasonable to suggest that he felt some loyalty to his family at some point and the intensity with which he regards his friends is a reaction to burned off and being a "displaced person without a family" as Rowling put it.

Interestingly, while his reaction to his mother and Bellatrix are obviously sore spots, his response to Regulus is comparatively quite soft. ("Stupid, idiot" - something he calls James later on in the same book, OOTP). I imagine Sirius has quite complicated feelings about his brother and he is capable of nuance (when the person isn't Snape, where his dislike seems to be borne of an intense projection): "The world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters". As someone who is grown up among them, Sirius would understand that.

His framing of Regulus's need to please his parents also further highlights what exactly is the source of disillusionment. He calls Regulus "soft enough to believe them" - which means he is crediting his own intelligence to see through his parents bigoted world view. Clearly, bigotry is not something the Blacks explained in a way that Sirius, eldest of their male line and their heir, bought it. It also probably didn't help the Blacks case that Grimmauld Place is in a Muggle neighborhood and that their eldest son is a bit of a wild boy with interest in pushing boundaries. His intellectual disconnect leads to the righteous rage he later feels but it began there. (Boy, it must suck to discover that everything you have been taught to value in the world and in yourself as the heir is essentially rubbish). Since his differences with his family began with seeds of intellectual disconnect rather than on intense empathy with downtrodden, it makes him, as a pureblooded privileged boy, unable to truly understand Lupin's fears regarding his lycanthropy. Hence, the Werewolf prank (I am not getting to the Snape bit, just the Lupin bit). To James' credit, he does understand what that means for Lupin and saves all three of them from different set of consequences.

Anyway, back to the scene. James, who has made an ass of himself in front of his new friend, who he was getting along with fine until now, then goes "Blimey, I thought you seemed alright". (Btw, I find James wildly large ego kind of hilarious here, especially in light of Snape's comment about him to Sirius in OOTP: "You will know he is so arrogant that criticism simply bounces off him"). Sirius, who I believe has been raised like "royalty" as Blacks would, has good enough social skills to defuse a situation. He grins and says: "Maybe I will break the tradition".

This line is an indication of Sirius's desire for independence, an identity seperate from his family. The use of the word "tradition" is interesting. It sounds like Sirius is expected to behave in a certain way, the heir of Black family whose parents thought being a Black "made you practically royal". Adult Sirius is contemptuous of this, or their "valuable contribution to Ministry" which means they just gave gold - it tells me that any and all conditions put on him by his family were to fulfill tradition that is either worthless or holds no meaning in his eyes. The root of the emotional abuse Sirius suffers from his family is this - realising his parents love for him is conditional on him being a certain way. (In fact, you can read Regulus desire to emphasise his connection to the family as a reaction to what he sees with Sirius - Sirius does not behave, Mum and Dad don't love him). As a child with unconscious knowledge of lack of love, Sirius then acts out, they react, rinse and repeat "until he has had enough". Sirius chafes against boundaries well into adulthood and doesn't react well to people enforcing it on him, even if it is out of love for him. Cue the fire scene with Harry where he behaves as if Harry is rejecting him instead of protecting him.

Sirius asks James about where he wants to go, and Snape, who is incensed about James being insulting about a House he put stock in, which he made part of new identity (so that he is no longer that Snape boy from Spinner's End) and was in general trying to be impressive about in front of Lily, "makes a disparaging noise" once James talks of Gryffindor. Snape's response to James' : "Got a problem with that?" is interesting. He says: "If you'd rather be brawny, rather than brainy-"

This is an important value for Snape. He knows he is clever and values it. He spends his spare time inventing hexes, making great shortcuts to Potions. He has genuine thirst for learning and he hones it. In SWM, we see that he has written far more longer answers than anyone else, he is poring over his paper after exams. He even mocks Hermione's lack of inventive answers: "Answer copied word to word from the textbook, but correct in essentials". He values originality. It may be me stretching this, but I am partial to the reading: this is his way of rejecting his father once again, who is implied to be a violent man. (in other words, someone who is hypermasculine - "brawny". In fact, Snape's rejection of hypermasculinity is a huge post on it's own - Potions (brewing, cauldrons - coded as feminine arts), the doe Patronus, his proficiency in Occlumency and Legliemency (intuitive mind arts, again seen archetypically feminine) etc).

"Where are you hoping to go, seeing as you are neither?" - Sirius is quick with emotionally cutting insults. Snape hasn't even finished his sentence, but Sirius is already on his case. Which suggests growing up in a household with sharp tongues. It's a fair assumption, given Mrs Black's half mad portrait. It also tallies with Sirius's talking about his mother: "My mother didn't have a heart Kreacher, she kept herself alive out of pure spite" . The wounds are fresh enough on this. (Another interesting way Snape and Sirius act as inverse mirrors - Snape rejects his father, Sirius rejects his mother. Sirius acts as proxy for James for Harry while Snape takes on Lily's role of protecting him). However, you know who else is spiteful? Sirius.

While James is the physical bully (the tripping Snape, doing most of the bullying in SWM), Sirius attacks emotionally. ( Sample the one about Snape's appearance - "I was watching him, his nose was touching the parchment, there will be great grease marks all over it, they won't be able to read a word" or even the carelessly vicious- "Put that away, before Wormtail wets himself in excitement"). Curiously, with all that talk of how his mother being spiteful, it's her room he spends time in when he is depressed. (Again, in inverse mirror way, we can talk of how Snape looks for a father figure in Dumbledore - craves his validation and is proud of Dumbledore's trust in him). We could argue it's also because Buckbeak is there, and perhaps it's the largest room in the house, but it's very telling that's where Sirius spends time when he is "in a fit of sullens". Sirius's sense of abandonment from his family, makes him look for family connections with friends - a trait he shares with Harry. Interestingly, the first time he glimpses Harry in Privet Drive, Harry is also running away from home - just like he did. Anyway, I could go on.

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bokugaos · 3 years

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A Little Reminder.

length: 2.5k

tags: nsfw, kuroo x f!reader, possessive kuroo, alcohol, penetration, bathroom sex, against the door/wall, mirror, creampie, love bites, jealous sex, walk of shame

a/n: for @mrs-kuroojinguji ;; the mrs kuroo bc my babe is in heat in pain rn ♡ kinda an expansion of a blurb from a few weeks ago ( 〃▽〃) and bc possessive tetsu is so mf yum dammit

Kuroo Tetsurou is a lot of things.

Smart, naturally. A captain, selfless in his endeavours to bring the name of his school and fellow teammates against his rivals, some of those who are technically his friends if he could so admit. Arrogant, yes, though he’d be remiss to call himself that. Not quite boisterous, but he knows he carries a certain charm and flair.

But there is one thing that Kuroo Tetsurou is not.

And it is patient.

He leans his forearms against the bar, peeling at the moist label that is already coming off of the cold beer bottle he is holding. He glances at his watch, exhaling heavily through his nose. He drums his fingers against the side of the dark glass. You are late.

Kuroo is about to pull out his phone to text you when, over the buzz of the crowd and the music blaring from the speakers above, he hears the door open and close.

He glances over and bite his lip slightly when he sees you walk in. You’re wearing red—his favorite color, the dress clinging to your curves like absolute sin.

Your hair cascades over your shoulder, exposing the side of your neck and your collarbone to the stale air of the bar. You spot him and start to walk over when someone blocks your path.

Kuroo looks on, irate. He downs the rest of his beer and gets up.

He shoves past a few people on his way over to you. You are talking animatedly to a rather handsome looking guy, but from what he can gather, none of the words you are saying to him are “fuck off”. He is tall and broad-shouldered, his hair is of a color that Kuroo absolutely despises, swept in a stylish pompadour. His teeth are blindingly white. He reminds Kuroo of the newly hired interns in his office.

You actually have a smile on your face and lean in to touch his arm. Kuroo feels jealousy rush through his entire being, lighting every nerve on fire.

“Tetsu!” You greet him once he finally catches up to you. You gently touches his shoulder. “Tetsu, this is my friend. And this is Tetsurou.”

“Nice to meet you,” They shook hands, and Kuroo tried to be polite. But his neutral face always holds a hint of annoyance, so he’s not sure if he’s being convincing in the slightest, not that he cares.

“Do you mind if he joins us for drinks?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at him.

Kuroo bites back a groan as you gaze up at him with those eyes that he can never refuse. “Fine.”

You squeeze his hand appreciatively and the three of you find an empty booth to sit in. Kuroo moves to go sit next to you, but the other guy is quicker, and slides into the seat beside yours, forcing your own boyfriend to sit across from you.

Your friend orders a round of drinks, and Kuroo sits there nursing his beer as the other man intrudes on what’s supposed to be time that you and him are supposed to have alone together for the first time in weeks.

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Kuroo Tetsurou is many things.

Jealous is definitely one of them.

He watches as this man he doesn’t know wraps his arm around your waist in what is supposed to be a jovial sideways hug, but it doesn’t escape his notice that his hand lingered on you a moment too long, traveling southbound to rest on your ass, and that he leaned in a little too close.

Kuroo’s fingers grip onto the beer bottle, and he imagines it closing around the other man’s throat. Not that he’d ever actively try to hurt a lesser man outside the court, but the thought makes him feel better, at least.

Your friend leans over and whispers something into your ear and you laugh, the slight bounce making your skirt ride a little upwards, exposing even more skin. That is the last straw.

Kuroo slams his beer bottle against the table and both you and the man jump in your seats.

“Didn’t you say you need to use the bathroom to freshen up?” Kuroo asks, sounding both calm and polite. He casts a cursory glance to the other guy. “It’s your first time here, I’ll show you where it is.”

You nod and nudge your friend to take his hand off of you. Kuroo grabs you by the wrist and drags you toward the back of the bar. He leads you over to the bathrooms, ducks his head into the ladies room, and when he sees that it’s empty, he pulls you inside and locks the door behind him.

“Tetsu, what—”

In an instant, your back is against the door and Kuroo is pressing his body flush against yours. His lips attack your own, one hand gripping at your waist and the other sliding under your ass to hook a leg over his hip. The muffled music blasted outside, making the door vibrate. You wonder in the back of your mind if the people outside can hear you.

You moan as his tongue slides into your mouth at the same time as his groin grinds against yours, pinning you there as you wiggle against him.

You place your hands on his shoulders and gently push him back, desperate for air. Panting, you let out a short, breathy laugh. “Is something wrong?”

“You know what’s wrong,” he growls, and you hear the sound of his belt buckle coming undone, along with the zipper of his fly. His mouth comes to your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and nibbling on it gently. “Did you like it when he was touching you?”

“Tetsu,” you pant as he sucks at the exposed skin of your neck before biting down, marking you with his teeth and sucking bruises along your collarbone. “I don’t under—”

“Didn’t know you’re such a slut.” He spits, hiking up the short length of your skirt over your hips, his rough, calloused hands sliding up and down the underside of your thigh. His lips came to hover over yours. “But I’m the only one who can touch you like this.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, barely over a whisper. You feel his clothed dick leaning against your core, your panties already soaked.

“Tell me,” he scoffs, coming in to bite at your lower lip. His hand that’s on your waist slides lower, under your skirt, and slides your ruined underwear to the side. “Do you think he can make you feel good?”

You whimper as you feel him rubbing his cock against your slick entrance, your arms are looped around his neck and grip at the back of his shirt as you try to push your hips against his. He retreats slightly, and his frown turns into a slight smirk.

“You think he can fuck you like I do?”

“No, no one else can,” you moan as he rubs his length against your core again, giving special attention to your clit with his thumb. “I’m all yours. Need you so bad, please fuck me, please—”

Before you even have a chance to finish speaking, Kuroo thrusts into you, hard, and you cry out for him to hear. His cock is big and hot, and it stretches you almost painfully as your body adjusts to his length. His lips are on yours again and he shoves his tongue into your mouth as he fucks you against the door, his hands gripping onto you tightly as you try to keep up with his rough pace.

Your mouth falls away from his and you let out a cry as he pumps into you hard and deep, the head of his cock grazing deliciously against your walls.

“That’s right, baby,” Kuroo grunts, burying his nose into your hair to breathe in your scent. “Let everyone in this fucking bar know who you belong to.”

“Tetsu,” you gasp as his nails dig into your skin. Then his hand slides downwards, further down to your clit, and starts furiously rubbing circles against it. “S-So good—ahhh..!”

Kuroo pulls you forward so that your shoulders are the only part of you against the door and grabs onto your hips, dragging you towards him with every forward thrust of his own. He hits you so deep it almost hurts.

“Louder,” he orders, rolling his hips just right. “Scream my name louder.”

Your head falls back and you do as commanded, screaming his name as your walls clenched hard around his shaft. He pulls out, and you thought he’s going to come as well, but instead he grabs a hold of your arm.

He leads you over to the sinks and bends you over, your arms resting against the cool porcelain. You can see him staring at you in the reflection of the mirror, his predatory gaze fixated on you. He grabs the skirt of your dress and hikes it up over your waist, exposing your shapely ass in the red lace you decided to wear that night.

Kuroo takes a second to appreciate the sight before moving your panties to the side again and burying his cock into your folds once more.

You bite back a moan as the head of his cock drags against your walls, and he strokes inside of you slowly a few times, dragging out each movement as his hands grip your ass, smoothing over the skin appreciatively.

You watch his reflection in the mirror as he thrusts into you, taking his time. His eyebrows are furrowed, as if in deep concentration, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. His cheeks are slightly reddened, almost like he’d run a great distance, and his mouth is agape as quiet grunts escaped past his lips.

He catches your gaze in the mirror and he smirks. You can’t look away, too entranced by his eyes as they bore into yours. He slams into you, causing you to jerk forward, gripping onto the sides of the sink as your breasts threaten to spill out of the top of your dress.

“Keep your eyes on me, kitten,” Kuroo orders as he fucks you hard, the sound of skin slapping filling the small room. You nod weakly and try your best to keep your knees from buckling as his cock works you perfectly with every rough thrust of his hips.

“Tetsu,” you reach back for his hand. “Please, I’m so close!”

Kuroo leans forward to kiss the back of your shoulder, and brings his hand around to your clit. His fingers graze against it, and the feeling makes you twitch, but otherwise he doesn't move.

“Beg me for it.”

Your head hangs low for a moment before looking back up at his reflection. “...again?”

He thrusts into you hard, just once, and then holds you there, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. You cry out his name.

“Please, Tetsu! I need it, I need you, please let me come, please—”

He starts fucking you again, his speed picking up along with the roughness of his thrusts. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you whimper as he pummels into you over and over again.

“Say my name. Louder.”

“Tetsu—”

His dick pounds against you, and your mouth fall open.

“Tetsurou—!”

“Now keep your eyes on the mirror,” he grunts as his fingers start working against your clit. “I want you to see what you look like, falling apart and coming hard on my cock.”

Your face is flushed, your eyelids fluttering as you try to watch yourself hurtling toward bliss in the mirror. “I want you to remember that I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this.”

His smirk still held in your periphery, and you keep your eyes on your own reflection for as long as you can before the sensation of his hands and his length inside of you becomes too much. You come, screaming his name, collapsing against the sink as your walls flutter around him. He follows you off the edge, spilling his seed inside of you as you try to catch your breath.

Kuroo rests his forehead against your shoulder as he slips out of you. You turn to face him, adjusting the skirt of your dress before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in for a kiss.

The kiss is surprisingly gentle, in contrast with the sex you just had. His hands cup the sides of your face and stroked gently at your cheekbones as he drinks you in. Your hands run appreciatively over his chest before you slip your hands between your bodies to help tuck his now softening cock back in his pants.

“What was that for?” you ask in a quiet voice as you pull away, your thumb coming up to graze against his right cheek.

“Nothing,” he lies. “I just missed you.”

You shake your head, a knowing smile on your lips. “He’s a friend, that’s all. He’s harmless, I promise!”

“Never seen a friend act like that towards me,” Kuroo counters, glaring off to the side. You chuckle and kiss him again, wiping the frown from his face.

You turn to check your reflection and see the bruises from Kuroo’s devilish mouth littering your neck and collarbone. You move your hair away from that side of your neck, making sure that the marks are in full view, knowing full well he’d particularly appreciate it if you don’t hide the reminder he left on your skin.

“I think everyone will know who I belong to,” you grin, stepping up onto your tiptoes to kiss him on the nose. “Now, come on. I’m not doing the walk of shame on my own out of this bar. You started it, so now you have to finish it.”

Kuroo chuckles and unlocks the bathroom door. He puts arm around your waist and you exit, standing tall with your chin up as the people around you regard you with wide eyes. The music still pulses around the room, and people are still talking amongst themselves and having a good time, but there are definitely several eyes on you both as you make your way back to your booth.

This time, you slide into the seat next to Kuroo as you get back, and the aforementioned man stares at you both.

“Sorry that took so long,” you apologize, clearing your throat. Under the table, your hand comes to rest on Kuroo’s thigh. He leans back in his seat, his arm slung over your shoulders. He sends him a grin and a wink as he follows the line of his vision to where the numerous hickeys had formed on your skin.

Kuroo Tetsurou is a lot of things.

Smug is definitely one of them.

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Oh look, With a cherry on top aGaIn. Why am I so attached to this abusive bastard 😔✊

Tw: female reader, implied non - con, choking, domestic abuse, manipulation, possessive behavior, jealousy, hinted alcoholism, slight sadism (if you squint), Albert being nasty as always

You couldn't breathe properly. You couldn't feel your limbs anymore because of the tight rope forcing them apart and each careless flinch resulted in sharp tearing pain. His death grip was burning the sensitive skin on your throat like a fire ring, but his eyes were cold and clear like ice. His scarlet lips were twisted in a crazed sadistic smirk, your misery seemed to amuse him genuinely.

"Nggh..." You opened your mouth to gasp for air but quickly lost that simple privilege when Albert stole your breath away in a long wet kiss, too life - threatening to be even remotely passionate for you. Only once your husband had explored every corner of your mouth and managed to push his tongue so deep it hit your uvula did he feel ready to let your limp body rest against the sheets already reeking of fear. You inhaled deeply, unsure when your next chance would be and whether you'd have one at all. The man smiled half - heartedly and towered over you, the white light over his head messing with your tired fuzzy mind into seeing it as a halo. Oh, the irony.

"You really are a disgusting whore." Your abuser spat out with venom, his voice much more cruel than his cocky arrogant expression. You shook your head no only to be met with a harsh slap across your cheek. Your eyes watered, the tears hot, stinging, acid. "Don't lie to me, bitch. I saw the way you were looking at the waiter in the restaurant." He reached out to pull your hands above your head, squeezing down painfully and shaking your whole body in the process. His breathe was warm on your neck, Albert was drunk again. These days it was rare to see him sober - he only seemed to keep his cool around your son, and you were scared that one day he would wake up and stop caring whether his child saw him as a monster or not.

"I give you everything." Your husband growled, biting dangerously close to your jugular. His sharp teeth sank deep into your flesh, forming yet another symbol of ownership. As if the ring wasn't enough. As if birthing his offspring wasn't enough. "I give you food, a place to live, a purpose in life..." The businessman paused to look you straight in the eyes and you felt more exposed than ever. "I give you love and protection." He continued after a while, his gaze never losing its terrifying intensity. "Without me you would have lived on the streets forever, forced to sell your body like a common whore." The man added bitterly while covering your neck in hickeys, bruises and lovebites.

"At least I had my freedom back then." You uttered weakly, moaning in pain every now and then. You knew that talking back to Albert was risky, borderline suicidal, but you didn't have much to lose anyways. You didn't own anything valuable other than your son anymore, but some part of you wanted to believe that the millionaire wouldn't hurt his own flesh and blood. "You treat me like a slave. To you I'm just a ragdoll you can use and abuse whenever you want." You finally said what you had been keeping in for the last year and the instant relief in your heart almost made the awaiting punishment worth it. Almost.

"Darling, you don't even know what pain is." Your husband murmured in your ear eerily, wrapping his hands tightly around your body like a snake. You squirmed in your bonds pathetically but he was much stronger and bigger than you so any chance of throwing him off was nothing more than wishful thinking. "I work day and night to support our family, our son, and all I ask for is your love and dedication. You're mine. My wife. My love." The businessman mumbled softly all while caressing your hair again and again. "My dirty little whore." He whispered, his voice drowning in sleazy lust. The sudden change in his behavior made you uneasy, still, you remained quiet. "But if you don't want to be my good girl then I will just have to fuck the disobedience out of you." Albert smirked against your skin, his lips cold as ice. "Pet."

This was certainly going to leave a mark.

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seal-writes-stuff · 2 years

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tea prompts – Bruce Robertson

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drug and alcohol use, implied/mentioned NSFW, mental health struggles

Summary: all in the title (prompt list here)

A/N: Hi everyone! Decided to reuse the prompt list for Bruce because a) it’s December, so the bastard man is on my mind again and b) it’s a good list, alright? As usual, requests are open, so feel free to hit up my inbox. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?

You rarely see Bruce in the mornings. More often than not, by the time you wake up the bed is empty and he’s already gone, to the point it’s almost depressing. He usually leaves some kind of breakfast for you – he’s far from the best cook in the world, but he tries his best. Bruce pretends that he does it because it’s convenient, not because he’s a big softie deep down, and you pretend to believe him.

peppermint tea; what do they get excited about?

You, mayhem and work – in that order. Bruce feels like he needs to be on top of the world all the time, so any opportunity to do that really gets him going. You find it intense, but you know you’d never want him to change. After all, that’s one of the reasons you fell for him.

chamomile tea; what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?

To say it’s chaotic is an understatement: sometimes he gets an hour of sleep, sometimes he gets fifteen hours straight. Nobody knows which one it will be this time, least of all Bruce. It took a while before he stopped waking up with a gasp every time you touched him (he wasn’t used to anyone being this close to him the whole night), but otherwise he’s a pretty heavy sleeper... Or at least he pretends to be so you would cuddle closer to him. But Bruce’s pretty sure that’s a secret he’s taking to his grave.

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

Bruce can be very charming when there’s something he can get out of it, but the genuine feelings he has for you get him to stumble. He ends up just hanging around a lot, hoping you’d eventually get the hint. If you don’t, he just assumes you’re together now and gets genuinely surprised when you don’t take his occasional offers to fuck as courting. He then awkwardly asks if you’d like to be, trying to put on enough fake arrogance that you wouldn’t notice how flustered he is. You accept, of course.

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

Rough and messy; he kisses you all over until your face and neck are sore from his beard. After any time apart, Bruce really wants to show you how much he’s missed you, and that’s his way of doing it. That said, PDA is rare because he has a Big Badass Reputation to uphold (besides, he wants you all to himself).

coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

Too easily. There’s always this little voice in his head, telling Bruce that you deserve better than him, someone who’s not horrible and worthless, but like hell he’s letting it happen. When Bruce notices you chatting with someone else, laughing at someone else’s jokes, he jumps to you in seconds: throwing one arm around your shoulders, looking at them with a big fake smile - definitely not a good sign. This other person, the person Bruce thinks is going to take his place, is already pulled into one of his “games” before they even know it. Most of the time, you have to stop it before things get out of hand.

It never crosses his mind to blame you for any of that – just “this ballsy fucker”, as he puts it. Still, Bruce doesn’t want to scare you off, so he desperately tries to keep all of his jealousy to himself. But you know it, you absolutely know it, especially when Bruce starts clinging to you all of a sudden, asking if you’re really his girl, in that authoritative tone that usually hides his fear. You calm him down the best you can, squeezing his hand discreetly, giving him a few kisses. The whole “rivalry” is very obviously happening only in his head and you wish he’d believe you on that.

At the end of the day, Bruce knows you love him and that’s all you need.

rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

Bruce has… Interesting ideas about romance. In theory, he could do the most cliché “sunset, kiss, final credits” routine, but it’s forever tied to some kind of manipulation in his mind, so he avoids that. Instead, he goes for small gestures – getting your favorite food on the way home, picking up your favorite book at the store because “it was on sale” (it wasn’t), things like that. Bruce’d also deal with all and any problems in your life himself if you didn’t stop him.

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

Probably a one-night stand, if anything. Bruce’s not the kind of guy to look for a relationship, especially not after Carole. The love he has for you is sudden and unexpected, but it’s the first thing in a long time that finally puts him at ease.

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

After your first big fight. Bruce’s extremely detached from himself, so he pushes his feelings away for as long as humanly possible – he doesn’t want you to get hurt. At times, this makes him even more of a dick to you than to everyone else, which is saying something. He thinks he’s doing you a favor, not letting you get too close.

One day, you’re sick of it. You tell Bruce that he’s an asshole, that you’re tired of him treating you like this and take a step back, no matter how much it hurts. He’s not too bothered at first – he just scoffs and goes on with this day. Big deal, he’ll live.

But the more time goes on, the bigger the gaping black hole in his chest becomes. Drugs don’t help, alcohol doesn’t help and meaningless sex doesn’t help. It takes everything in Bruce to admit that he misses you, that he really fucked up this time and would do anything to have you back in his life before it’s too late.

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?

It’s a process, to say the least. Bruce prepares three different speeches, but disregards all of them because they, in his mind, are all shit. He buys you a ring and then loses it. He buys you another ring, but ends up pawning it because something else comes up. He buys the third one, but pawns it again, because it’s ugly, and you’ll obviously say no, and why does he even bother-

Bruce just ends up saying “Hey, wanna get married?”when you cuddle on the couch after a dinner together. Of course you say yes.

chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?

Honestly, every time he doesn’t come to you with some absolutely insane offer can be counted as spicing it up. No matter how well Bruce hides the most extreme parts of himself, you still think he’s the wildest person in your life. There’s no need for any spicing up.

hibiscus tea; what’s their favourite place to take their s/o?

As simple as it is, his home. Bruce thinks it’s empty without you, and any token of you being there - a hand cream here, a really soft t-shirt there - warms his heart a little. He mentions it off-handedly once, thinking about how boring it sounds, but it’s one of the most romantic things you’ve ever heard in your life.

green tea; how do they comfort their s/o?

Bruce’s first reaction is panic. He hates sympathy, so when you’re upset, he has no idea what to do. Besides, it’s been so long since he’s genuinely comforted anyone – so he just sits next to you and pats your shoulder with an: “Uh, there-there, cheer up”. If it makes you laugh, Bruce marks it as an absolute success in his mind and does it every time from now on. If you start crying even harder, he freaks out and tries to distract you – grasping at every straw, anything at all to make you feel better.

russian caravan tea; how experienced are they with relationships?

Surprisingly, not really – especially not with long-term, healthy ones. Most people he’s been with got overwhelmed quickly and left, so Bruce decided it’s easier to steer clear of relationships altogether. You’re the first person in a long time to make him consider changing his mind.

english breakfast tea; would they want a family?

It’s a question Bruce asks himself a lot. Deep down, he craves it more than anything, but in his mind, he’s already ruined one family and he’ll definitely ruin another. It would take Bruce a lot of time, trust and probably therapy to sort his feelings out.

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

Cuddling, especially after a particularly hard day or one of his episodes. Bruce’s really touch starved, so when you hold him close, running fingers through his hair, he thinks he did something right in his life. No matter how he feels about himself, no matter what other think of him, he’s finally exactly where he wants to be.

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foodieforthoughts · 3 years

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Sand and Stars - Chapter Nine

Series Summary: After the water pump being blown up, the insurgents in Baqubah are taking a hold of the food supply to the village. Camp Warhorse is in dire need of reinforcements. It has been eight months of submitting countless requests when the High Command commissions Sergeant Olivia Ross to take her group of men and women and help Captain Syverson and his team to restore a semblance of normalcy. But with the war raging, does it get two hearts closer too?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC x OMC

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: 18+, implied smut, angst, foul language, mentions of war, military technicalities

A/N: I had been struggling to write this chapter for so long, being at a loss of words, even if I have the entire plot figured out. But a quick chat with @agniavateira finally gave me a boost. So thank you honey. And obviously a huge thank you to my favorite, my girl, @thelastsock for patiently beta-reading it. I am forever grateful to you, sweety.

Also, it is kind of like a filler chapter really, but everyone is at Camp Warhorse and the temperatures are soaring high!

<Chapter Eight

Title: Chapter Nine

Liv could feel her heart race and her pulse echo in her ears. Her hands were beginning to sweat inside the gloves, and she knew for a fact it wasn’t because of the summer heat that had descended upon the arid desert of Iraq. She glanced at Sloan who puffed her cheeks before taking quick steps backwards and running back to where she came from.

Taking a deep ragged breath, Liv slung her gun over her shoulder and removed her helmet, holding it in the crook of her arm as she walked towards the two men. Alex looked completely different than the last time she had spent time with him. He had his sunglasses on, camouflage cap perched on his head and his jaw covered with a clean cut beard. Even with the uncharacteristic facial hair Alex had going on, he walked with the arrogance of the decorated military officer that he was. Next to him, Sy looked rugged and even though he was in his military sanctioned t-shirt and camo pants, there was a distinguishing difference between the two Captains.

“Sergeant Ross.” Alex called out, taking off his sunglasses. He smiled at her staying put in his spot but scrutinized her with a glance from head to toe. Putting his hands behind his back, Alex stood straight, exuding the kind of dominance he always did in public. “Captain Syverson was telling me about how great a help your unit has been around here.”

Liv felt her mouth go dry as she looked at a grinning Sy with his hands placed low on his hips. He was looking at her proudly, puffing out his chest just a little bit. But Liv couldn’t bask in his admiration because the thought of the two men discussing about her made her stomach twist with nervousness.

“Sy is too kind.”

She did not miss the surprise in Alex’s eyes when the words left her mouth. She felt the anxious sweat return, beads of sweat trickling down her back now. Awkwardly adjusting her gun strap over her shoulder, she waited until either of them spoke.

“Sy?” Alex asked, crossing his arms over his chest. His stance showed how he was not in approval of a junior rank calling a senior officer informally. Liv was beginning to remember why she felt smothered around Alex, it was his overly decorous and overbearing nature that had made her realize she could never be with a person like him.

An uncomfortable silence stretched between the three of them. Liv noted how her unit members working on carrying the ammunition from the Humvees were throwing glances their way. It was humiliating for her to be meeting both of her partners out in the open, in front of everyone where she couldn’t hide the uneasiness.

“They call me that.” Sy intervened and Liv couldn’t have been more thankful. His grin had disappeared though, replaced with a tight-lipped gritting of his teeth. She could see the muscle in his jaw clenching and his eyes boring into hers. Without glancing at the man standing next to him, Sy took a step forward. Liv’s heart thumped against her chest as she expected Sy to do something to assert his claim on her but let out a sigh of relief as he only reached inside his pocket and pulled out her chain.

She was immensely relieved when Sy only whispered, “You forgot this.” Before handing her the chain in her palm. She nodded at him while smiling weakly. He seemed to be observing her too, looking at her with slightly narrowed eyes. Clearing his throat, Alex pulled their attention towards him. Liv quickly pocketed the chain, careful to not let Alex see it and looked at the newly arrived captain.

“Can I speak to you in private, Sergeant?” He asked, uncrossing his arms and putting his hands inside his pockets. He waited until she replied, glancing at her and Sy before turning around and walking towards the housing building.

Liv almost did not want to follow him. She wanted to stay there with Sy, maybe take him to the roof and go back to the time when they sat there drinking chai. Balling her hands into fists at the unfavorable circumstances she had been thrown into, Liv only touched Sy on his arm before walking towards the man who was the worst mistake of her life.

Placing her gun on the floor to rest against the wall, Liv started to search for Alex when she felt her body being turned around and slammed against the wall. Air left her lungs at the force and her senses went on high alert, her hands ready to get a hold of the person’s neck when she noticed who it was. Alex had pressed his entire body against hers, every contour of her frame touching his.

“Alex,” his name barely left her lips before she was rendered speechless as his lips came down on hers. Grabbing at her hair and winding his arm around her waist, Alex deepened the kiss with his lips parting and his tongue darting inside her mouth. She was aware of the empty corridor with footsteps sounding only a few feet away, but the familiarity of his body against her, the taste of his lips and the tight grasp of his hand in her hair made her close her eyes. She relaxed in his arms, letting him ravage her mouth. Her eyes snapped open, her hand had slid into his hair but instead of the buzzcut she'd come to love, she felt soft length between her fingers.

Disgusted with herself and her wrongdoing, Liv turned her face to the side. Bringing her hands to his chest, she pushed Alex away, panting to catch her breath. Alex staggered backwards and hurt instantly flashed in his green orbs, making its way to her own heart. She couldn’t meet his eyes for the last time she had tried to break things off, her guilt had caught up to her and she couldn’t do it.

“Liv,” Alex whispered, beginning to take a step forward when two heavy footsteps came running their way. Looking towards the open doorway, Liv spotted two of her men running towards them.

“A team was attacked, they just arrived. Captain Syverson told me to get you both to his office.”

Quickly nodding at her men, Liv picked up her gun from the floor. She adjusted her fatigues, her cheeks heating under Alex’s gaze. She needed to address their situation, but it had to wait. She looked over her shoulder at him and felt remorse creeping its way into her gut again as he stared at her appalled.

***

Sy stood at the entrance of the building with the cup of coffee in his hand. He sipped the steaming liquid as he scanned the compound as several units prepared to leave for their patrols around the village. They had increased the security around the camp since last week’s attack on their men. Luckily, no one was severely injured, but it had been a huge blow for Liv’s confidence.

Sy had watched as she had entered his office fuming with anger. He had anticipated she would be upset since the person at the head of the attacking group of militants was the insider, she'd believed was on their side. He had tried to assure her no one held her accountable for the attack, but he knew her plenty by now. He knew she would berate herself about it and go back into her shell of self-loathing.

And she had done exactly that.

Sy licked his lips, gulping down the bitter shot of caffeine as he spotted Liv with her unit. She was helping her corporal load up the box of ammunition and instructing them. He admired her dedication to her work immensely, but on the other hand he also wanted her to just let herself go once in a while.

His eyes narrowed as he observed Alex making his way towards her. He had decided from the very moment he met the captain, that he did not like him. Sy had read about him; born and brought up in a family of army officers, gone to private school and having arrogant pricks as his relatives, Alex was the kind of army man Sy despised. He had noticed the way Alex tried to ascertain control over Liv or his subordinates, very subtly hinting at things that he wanted to happen his way.

But those weren’t the only things that he disliked about the new Captain. Sy hated the fact that while Liv was maintaining her distance from him, she was spending an awful lot of time with Alex.

It wasn’t happening in an obvious kind of way, but since Sy could hardly ever keep his eyes off of the woman he loved, he would spot the two of them together up and around the compound. When they spoke, he noted how Liv’s body was stiff, but she spoke effortlessly. He would feel the muscles in his arms twitch when Alex would place his hand on her arm, and she would lean into his touch. He had gathered from a few of Alex’s men that Liv and Alex had been friends for a really long time.

Sy felt the bubbling of an emotion, which had no other word than being called jealousy, as he watched the two interact. He gripped his cup tightly as he watched Alex place his hand over her shoulder, a minute too long for Sy’s liking. He detested how Liv did not shrug away from Alex’s touch and every time Sy spotted them together like that, all he wanted to do was throw his arm around Liv and blatantly claim in front of everyone that she was his.

He took in a deep breath when Alex started walking towards him. Widening his stance and crossing his arms over his chest, Sy stood with confidence as the other captain made his way to him. He saw Liv looking at them from her place near the Humvees. They had a long eye contact with straight faces until Liv turned around to get inside the vehicle.

“Good day there Sy?” Alex stood next to him with his hands inside his pockets. Sy regarded him with a half-hearted smile before his eyes fell to the silver chain tangled up with the man's dog tags.

“That chain?” Sy pointed at the glinting medal laying on Alex’s chest. “That’s-”

“Saint Christopher. A gift from my mother to keep me safe.” He answered, his voice gruff from the early morning.

Sy narrowed his eyes, trying to study the make of the medal without being too obvious. He felt a pit in his belly as a realization dawned on him. “Liv has one too.” He meant to say it to himself, but unknowingly murmured the words out loud.

Alex chuckled, swiping his hand through his neatly combed hair. Squaring his shoulders and turning slightly to face Sy, Alex spoke. “I gave it to her. Don’t want anything to be happening to her.”

Sy felt his mouth go dry. He smiled at Alex but his mind was racing with all this new information. He couldn’t understand why when he already knew they were friends, Sy felt himself becoming irate. He couldn’t differentiate if he was angry about them being close or the sinking gut feeling he had that something was going on behind his back.

Sy couldn’t shrug the feeling off. All he could do the whole day was look at his watch and wait for anyone to come announce at his door that Liv was back to the camp.He had to talk to Liv about it, he needed the peace of mind. His thoughts were swirling about Liv and Alex, bordering on overthinking about every little detail about her life she had told him. He couldn’t concentrate on his work and he had stared at the piece of paper in his hand for far too long. Irritated at himself, Sy threw his cap on the table and rubbed his hand over his face.

He looked up when he felt a presence at the door and as if he conjured her, delight filled his chest as spotted Liv. Sy didn't waste any time in covering the short distance between them, pulling at her arm and closing the door in one swift move. Sy held her neck, tilting her face to capture her lips with his. He felt her melt in his arms, bringing her hands to rest on his shoulders while he nudged her lips open with the tip of his tongue. Their tongues danced, interrupted only as she moaned into the kiss, grasping at his t-shirt until the fabric was taut across his shoulders. Gasping for air, Sy parted from the kiss, resting his forehead against hers.

“I’ve missed you.” He shakily professed, pecking the tip of her nose.

“I’ve missed you too, Sy.” She breathed out, smiling at him and rubbing the nape of his neck. “Listen, can you come to the roof tonight? I really need to talk to you.”

Sy felt an unknown dread envelop him. He knew those words never meant anything good. He looked her in the eye, trying to understand what she meant, but seeing nothing but silent pleas. Taking her lips in his one more time and he savoured every moment, before he let go of her.

And then she was gone, leaving his office feeling weirdly empty.

***

Liv chewed on her bottom lip as she looked out towards the vast expanse of the desert. There was a lot more chatter in the compound with the new people arriving. She waited for the lights to turn out, for midnight to roll in and finally meet Sy in their safe haven.

She had taken a week to realize what she felt for the man. Scared to address it, maybe she would have taken even longer if it weren’t for Alex. For when he had kissed her that day, she had finally realised the difference in her feelings. But she had remained quiet, distanced herself a little from Sy, to understand what she really wanted.

Liv felt a pleasant warmth in her chest about how much she loved the stupid captain she had stumbled upon in the desert.

Lost in her thoughts, smiling to herself as she thought about Sy, Liv did not notice the person standing behind her. The warmth of their breath caressed her neck as they leaned in and wound their arms around her body. Letting out a sigh, Liv felt herself leaning against the hardness of his chest, wrapping her arms over his and closing her eyes.

“Sy,” She whispered expecting to be turned around but instead she felt him go stiff. Her eyes flew open as their arms dropped from her waist and she noticed the faint smell of the cologne that she recognized belonged to someone who wasn’t Sy.

Turning around swiftly, Liv felt the blood drain from her face when she came face to face with an astounded Alex. He stared at her with knitted eyebrows, his mouth slightly open and his figure looming over her. She took a step back from him, feeling her heart race and her cheeks heat under his accusing glare.

“Did you just call me, Sy?” He said through gritted teeth. The veins in his neck strained as he took a step forward. “What is going on between you and Syverson?”

“Alex, what are you doing here?” Liv asked meekly, feeling miniscule in front of him.

“Answer me.” He demanded, his eyes blazing even under the faint glow of the moonlight. “Are you fucking him? Is that what you’ve been doing here?”

Liv’s feet touched the low wall as Alex made her cower away from him. Coming to stand extremely close to her, Alex towered over his Sergeant. She could see how his eyes bore into hers, anger flaming in his orbs. She felt herself jump when he caught a hold of her arms, gripping them tightly.

“Alex,” she pleaded, feeling the spasming pain as his infuriated grasp increased in pressure.

“You said you loved me.”

Tears were beginning to brim in her eyes under the pain. She had seen Alex angry before, but this was different. It felt like he was overtaken by a mad man as he clenched her tightly.

“You’re hurting me, Alex.” She couldn’t help but let out a whimper, pursing her lips to stop from crying out.

“You said you loved me.” He repeated again with fervor.

“I never said I loved you.” She spat out, trying to free herself from him. “I never loved you, Alex. I am not fucking Sy, I love him.” She wrapped her arms around herself as Alex let go of her. She rubbed the sore spots on her arms as she tried to breathe through her pain. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she sat down on the ledge, looking at Alex who stood stunned.

“I should have told you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She tried to apologize but Alex looked at her like they meant nothing but mere words.

Balling his hands into fists and gritting his teeth, Alex huffed angrily before turning on his heels and walking away. Liv grimaced when he pulled the worn-out door open, it rattled against the hinges and rebounded with a bang when he threw it open against the wall. This is what she had feared. Liv had not only intentionally hurt someone, but she had also lost a friend.

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