#Don’t have ANY reveals of her naked actually

[shima-draws]

We finally got an official Toru face reveal but at what cost 😔

#I’m. I’m very torn about this #She’s SO freaking cute but god DAMMIT Horikoshi. REALLY. #Broooo she’s 15 please 😭 Don’t make her official debut with her naked 😭😭😭 #Don’t have ANY reveals of her naked actually #Hagakure Toru #BNHA #MHA #My Hero Academia #Shima speaks

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Reader receives Wandas nudes accidentally

Word count: 780 Part 2

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  Today has been a really good day for Wanda. She’d nearly gotten the upper hand on Natasha for the first time while training early this morning, had gotten her favorite take out for lunch, then had been able to dress like an absolute bombshell for an undercover mission that she had finished in record timing. So it's really no surprise that she's still riding that adrenaline high even after her post mission shower. 

   Which is likely why she feels so confident upon seeing her body's reflection in the bathroom mirror. Feeling a little adventurous she decides to forgo her pajamas for now and she struts out into her bedroom. She grabs her phone off the top of her nearby dresser before settling herself on the middle of her bed. She's never done anything like this before, but she's seen enough saucy pictures online to know what to do.

   She takes one of her thighs clenched together and a couple of different angles of her breasts before she decides to take one that has her full body in the shot. She raises the phone up and angles it downward, allowing it to capture an aerial view of her kneeling on her bed. Satisfied with how it turned out she makes sure to save it before opening her messages to reply to you. She had to admit she had a huge soft spot for you, so having you check in on her after missions never failed to warm her heart and make her smile.

  After replying she tosses her phone over onto her pillow before getting up to actually put something on. What she hadn’t realized was that she never closed out of her conversation with you, and somehow this gentle toss had hit enough buttons to send her last nude to you

   In the compound's kitchen you squeeze past Sam in order to grab your container of take out from last night that you wanted to reheat. You had been glad to hear that Wanda's mission had gone well and without any problems whatsoever, and you can’t deny the feeling of giddiness that flows through you as you hear another message come through from her

   You pull out your phone and open the message only to be greeted by the shock of a lifetime. The brunette was absolutely bare in the photo and the sight proves to be enough to cause you to panic. You let out a small squeak of surprise as you simultaneously slam the refrigerator door shut and close your messages. You nervously glance over to find Sam, Tony and Natasha all looking at you already, each with an eyebrow raised in question. You nervously give them a nod in form of greeting before promptly exiting the room and making a beeline for a certain witches room. 

   You honestly had no idea if you were even meant to see what you had, for all you knew this was just another, albeit extreme, way she had chosen to tease you as you were certain she had to know by now of your feelings. There was no way you've been able to keep all your thoughts quiet. Not when Wanda was involved.  But regardless of the whys your body seemed to be moving on autopilot to go and get your desired answer, as well as berate the woman for this extreme

   “Wanda!” you shout as your knuckles tap the wood of her door

   Her door opens quickly to reveal her, only now she's dressed in her fuzzy warm pajamas instead of being naked. Which is a relief to you because you're sure you would have keeled over otherwise. You're quick to speak before she can say anything

   “I was in the kitchen Wans! You can’t just send things like that!”

   Confusion clouds her features “I can’t tell you my mission went well?”

   “Don’t play dumb” you plead, “My problem was with your nude not your endearing message”

   You watch her entire face and neck turn pink as her eyes go wide, and it’s only then that you realize this wasn’t some scheme of hers but an actual accident. Which only amuses you. Seems the universe has given you an opportunity to be the one doing the teasing for once

   “My- my nude?” she asks, barely above a whisper

   “Oh, you didn’t send it purposely.” you say with a faux pout. Her breath catches in her throat as she then watches your eyes drink her in as your tongue darts out to wet your lip, “Thats a shame”

    It’s only after you've started to walk away that Wanda's brain begins to function, and she nearly yells after you, “Wait! Y/n!”

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[amongemeraldclouds]

Ruin The Friendship

A letter gets mailed to its intended recipient. A letter confessing your feelings. A letter you never meant to send.

Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader

Warning: fluff, no use of y/n

Author’s note: My final entry for the Hogmarch challenge, prompt five. This was such a fun challenge, thanks for hosting @thatdammchickennugget ♡

✿ Masterlist | 1k words

“What letter? I didn’t have any mail to send, Daisy,” I ask our house elf as she updates me about the chores she’s done for the day.

“The letter beneath your bed. Daisy found it and to thank you kind miss for saving Daisy from your father’s fury yesterday, Daisy went the extra mile to send it,” she announces proudly.

“You mean,” I whisper, a sinking feeling growing in my chest, “the letter containing my deep and honest thoughts and feelings, about the boy I love, that I swore to myself I would never - and I mean never - send?” I exhale, feeling the edges of a panic attack creep in.

Daisy frowns. “Sorry miss, Daisy did not know. Daisy thought she was helping,” she apologizes, cowering in the corner.

“Stand up, Daisy. I’m not going to hit you,” I reassure her. “But I could hit myself so I don’t have to attend class tomorrow and face the mortifying events that are sure to follow.”

I jump up from my bed and nod, waving my wand. I could do that.

“Miss, please!” Daisy pleads. “Don’t hurt yourself. It’s Daisy’s fault,” she hisses. “Stupid! Stupid! Stupid Daisy!” She chides, punctuating each word by banging her head against my drawers.

“Stop, Daisy,” I reach out, touching her shoulder. "Fine” I sigh, “no one is hurting themselves.”

I am just going to have to go to school tomorrow and die from shame.

The letter

My sweet Enzo,  It’s ironic you admire me for my bravery for taking down our childhood bullies and for being one of the top students in our DADA class. Yet here I am in a moment of weakness, thinking of you. Actually, even when I feel strong, defeated, or happy, I still think of you. In an ideal world, I’d be brave enough to tell you face to face. But we live in an imperfect world where hearts can break and relationships end, far more often than anyone would like. So if it saves our friendship, I can and must lock my heart away. I wish I can tell you when or how it happened, but I myself don’t understand. All I know is that I’m hopelessly in love with you. There, I said it.

The aftermath

I peer into Enzo’s dorm, head snaking past the door.

Please, please, please, let it be vacant. Let it be vacant, I chant in my head.

I sigh when silence greets me and move the rest of my body inside, sagging against the door in relief.

What are the odds that Enzo has already read a letter that just arrived this morning? He’s probably at quidditch practice, which means I still have a shot at saving myself from utter mortification. And more importantly, to save our friendship.

I scan his room and hurry towards the table littered with books, dried ink splotches stain the oak wood. If the letter were anywhere, it would be somewhere he—

I yelp when a door opens and turn towards Enzo stepping out from the bathroom with damp hair clinging to his scalp, water dripping down his sculpted chest, running along his toned abs. All hail quidditch.

He clears his throat and I bite my treacherous tongue - the one that unconsciously moved across my lips. Salazar, if I don’t get my act together, I won’t even need some stupid letter to reveal my feelings.

My cheeks burn as I return my gaze to his amused expression. “What the hell are you doing here and why are you naked?” I accuse. That’s right, I’m just blushing because I’m angry.

He adjusts the towel across his hips and I turn away, shoving the image of his toned figure from my mind, trying not to imagine whatever else is beneath his towel. “First of all, not naked,” he states.

“And more importantly, you’re asking me what I am doing, taking a shower, here in my dorm?” he points to the floor for emphasis. I wince and kick myself internally.

“I thought you’d be at quidditch practice,” I try. “I just - I just lost something and thought it might be with you.”

“What is it? I can help you look,” he offers, moving towards me and I step back.

“Enz please, put some clothes on first!” I plead, reminding myself to breathe.

I stop midstep when I feel something cool and solid behind me and I realize I’ve backed into a wall. Why the hell is Enzo prowling towards me like I’m his prey?

I close my eyes when he stops just in front of me, heat radiating from his body. I will myself to disappear, to fuse with the wall, to—

“By any chance,” he starts, “the thing you’re looking for. Is it white and made of paper—”

No, no, no, no, I chant this time, my eyes opening to stare at him in horror.

He continues, “the one with your handwriting scrawled inside?”

All the words leave my mind.

He smirks, “it would be a shame if you lost it and wanted it back because I rather liked it.”

“Y-you do?” I whisper.

His smirk gives way to a warm smile. “Darling, you’re more courageous than I am and I still admire you for your bravery. You managed to write it. Here’s my response: I love you too.”

“Well technically, I never meant to send it. It was Daisy,” I try to explain.

“So I have Daisy to thank. I’ll bring her flowers next time,” he says, making a mental note before continuing. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time too, but I was also worried it could ruin our friendship if you didn't feel the same.”

“Now that we’ve established we feel the same…” I begin but trail off when he rests his arm on the wall above me and leans in. My breath hitches.

“I won’t need my clothes until much later,” he ends my sentence.

It’s not what I was going to say but the second I open my lips to protest, his mouth crashes into mine and nothing else matters.

#hogmarch challenge #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire x you #lorenzo berkshire #enzo x reader #enzo berkshire imagine #enzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #hp fandom #slytherin boys #wizarding world #amongemeraldcloudswrites

[remuslupinslittleslut]

poly!marauders getting mad at reader for not letting them study for an upcoming test, and she’s needy and whiny but when they go and help her she’s trying to get herself off so they punish her but after they punish her, they finally give her what she wants

OH this was so much fun!!!

You knew the rules. Not to touch yourself and not to disturb your daddies while they were busy studying. Sometimes, it was just so hard to follow these rules. Laying splayed out on James’ bed, watching your three boyfriends sitting on the floor, studying. There was a big test coming up, but you already knew you’d ace it – you were awesome at potions and rarely had to study for the tests. Your boys, however, usually had to study a lot – even Remus had a hard time preparing for these tests.

“Daddy,” you whined, not being able to hold it any more, “I need love and attention.” You allowed your head to fall off the side of the bed, making up-side-down eye contact with James, your safest bet, as he usually caved first. “And I need it now.”

Unfortunately, even James was stressing over the test and allowed Remus to chastise you.

“Darling, don’t disturb your daddies,” he said, not even looking up from his book, “we only let you stay here if you promised to behave, don’t make me kick you out.”

Huffing, you closed the curtains around the fourposter, turning your back to them, even though they couldn’t possibly see that.

It was so unfair, they could come to you for sex pretty much whenever they wanted – and there were four of them to satiate. But when you needed to relieve some tension it was suddenly a crime to be horny. You knew how upset they would be if you touched yourself, but you really needed it. To your credit, you held out for all of twenty minutes before you caved, dipping a hand into your panties, pushing a finger in between your wettened folds.

Unbeknownst to you, your daddies did want to help you out, and they had secretly agreed to only make you wait for a little while longer. It was truly unfortunate, as the curtains were pushed open, revealing you toying with your own clit.

“Hah! Knew she couldn’t wait for that long,” Sirius mocked.

Ignoring him, Remus sat down on the side of the bed (also ignoring James’ sniggering that you had chosen his bed to get off in), rubbing your calf comfortably. “Now, now, little one,” do you remember the rules you promised to obey?”

“Yes daddy, I remember them,” you said, confidently, happy that he didn’t seem too angry at you.

“Awe, what a good girl, can you tell them to me?”

Nodding, you happily listed them: “don’t disturb daddies, don’t leave the room, don’t touch myself.”

At your words, Remus’ demeanor changed in an instant, hand slapping your naked thigh. “And what did you do? Huh? What did the little slut do?”

“I’m so sorry daddy, but you said not to interrupt and it was an emergency,” you cry out, shame coloring your cheeks red.

“An emergency?” One of his eyebrows shot up, questioningly.

“Yes, daddy, it really hurted I only had to relieve some tension, it was really uncomfy.”

“What punishment should she get today?” Remus asked, turning his body away from you and facing your other daddies.

You laid perfectly still, waiting with anticipation as they discussed your following punishment in hushed voices. Normally, you’d get punishments you actually really enjoyed, like being spanked, overstimulated or wearing your collar, making you extra bratty sometimes, so you could enjoy some of that kinky stuff. Therefore, you were very excited as they turned back to face you, having decided on a punishment for you.

“Hands up and legs spread apart, love,” said James, before being handed handcuffs from Sirius, who had gone to get the big box of fun.

You obliged, letting James tie your hands up against the headboard, as Sirius tied your legs to either side of the lower end of the bed. Before deeming themselves done, they both tugged lightly at the cuffs, making sure they wouldn’t hurt you.

“Now, little one, you’ve been very bad. First, you tried to interrupt daddies studying, and when that didn’t work you touched yourself,” Remus said, towering before you. “You need to be punished for this, you do understand that, right?”

You nodded, not wanting to break any more rules by speaking out of turn.

“You’re going to stay here, and we’ll put a blindfold on you. Then, we’re going to go down for dinner, and when we get back we’ll each take turns using you, and you may not come during this time.”

The air left your body, disappointment filling you all the way up. Remus made Sirius put the blindfold on you, kissing your head softly before you heard them all leave the dorm, closing the door and leaving you behind.

They usually didn’t take that much time eating dinner, but this day it felt as though they ate every bite in slow motion, chewing all their bites one hundred times and making small talk with everyone in the great hall. You despised them in that moment, hating this new type of mean punishment. It felt as though hours had gone by when the door to their dorm was finally opened. With your senses finely tuned for their return, you made out three sets of footsteps entering the room.

“Have you learned your lesson, little one?” Remus asked you, hand coming down to squeeze your tit.

Not sure if you were allowed to speak, you nodded your head, vigorously. This earned you a slap to the tit.

“Use your words, little slut,” Remus said.

Feeling anger rise back up inside you, you quickly had to swallow it down, not wanting to get into more trouble.

“Yes daddy, I learned my lesson, I will not play with myself without permission again,” you said, obediently.

In return, you received only a hum. They made you wait, laying there, legs spread and arms tied up, all for their pleasure, for a few minutes more, just appreciating your delicious body.

Then, someone joined you on the bed, and by the heat of their body, you figured it was James.

“Hi little baby,” he cooed, kissing your nose and patting your cheek.

“Hi daddy,” you breathed, happy to be touched.

His hand reached down between your legs, spreading the wetness around your pussy, making sure you were ready for the penetration that was undoubtedly about to come. Indeed, a few seconds later, his girthy cock pressed into your little pussy, your walls squeezing tightly around him. He stayed still inside you for a few moments, adjusting to the feeling of your warm cunt hugging his cock. You let out a hiss as his hips started moving, thrusting into you slowly, sensually.

You wished so badly that your arms could wrap around him, holding him close, tugging at the ends of his hair, making him moan into the crook of your neck. The perceived loss made you want to cry, you knew how soft his back was, how lovely it was to run your hands up and down it as his cock continuously pushed against your g-spot. Unable to hold it, you cried out, tears starting to form in your eyes as your body shook through your orgasm.

Thinking the punishment was over, you relaxed your body, letting James chase his own orgasm. They had, however, decided to be extra cruel on this day and so – knowing how much you loved the feeling of them coming inside you, pumping you full of their cum – James pulled out in the last second, cock covering only the outer parts of your glistening pussy in cum.

By now, the tears had saturated the blindfold and started to run down your cheeks, hitting the hair around your face. This didn’t stop them however, as you soon felt Remus join you and James on the bed, lightly pushing James away from you, and taking his place.

“Oh no, our little crybaby can’t even handle some cock, what a shame…” he said, placing his arms on either side of your head, pushing his body up and hovering right above you. “I was going to fuck you, but since you can’t handle it, I’ll just do this instead.” He thrust his hips, cock swiping along your pussy, lubed up from your juices mixed with James’ seed.

Even this was torture for you, it felt amazing to have the head of Remus’ cock push against your clit with every stroke, but you missed the feeling of him inside you. With an arched back and tears streaming down your face, you bucked your hips up to try and make him slide in. This made Remus laugh at you, mockingly and pinch your thigh. “You’re such a little baby,” he mocked, “just a little cockwhore.”

It was like he got off on your tears, hips snapping against yours faster, bringing himself closer to his orgasm. “You love this, don’t you, little crybaby, love taking cock, don’t even care where it goes, as long as you get it, so good f’me, little whore.” You knew he got off on degrading you, knew he loved tearing you down before building you up, but it was hard to remember as he kept throwing insults at you. You almost reached your breaking point as he grabbed a hold of your chin, holding your mouth open and spitting in it. It felt so degrading, but also so hot, you felt overwhelmed as the tip of his cock against your sensitive nub sent you over the edge, both of you coming at the same time, his cum blended with James’ as it ran down your cunt, pooling beneath your bum. Patting your cheek, Remus leant down, kissing your forehead. “Good girl.”

Your body was spent, legs aching, face irritated from the tears, pussy oversensitive from all the fucking. But you knew you had one more daddy to please. Feeling yourself enter another headspace, you braced yourself for Sirius to use you, as the two others had before. “Hi little baby,” he said, softly, wiping the tears from your cheek. “Are you sensitive here?” He pinched your clit, eliciting a very loud noise from the back of your throat. “Hmm, better use this little hole then,” he said, thumb pushing past your lips.

Climbing over your body, he placed his knees on either side of you, fore and middle fingers pushing into your mouth, pressing against the back of your throat, making you drool all over your chin and throat. “Yeah, that’s a good little slut,” he said, as his fingers left your mouth, cock pushing into it instead.

You lost all perception of reality as your head went deep into subspace, mouth falling open, all for your daddies’ pleasure. You trusted them completely, and knew they’d take care of you, so you allowed yourself to let go, filling your head with only daddy Sirius, and, most importantly, his cock, sliding in and out of your open mouth. You had no idea how much time passed until he pulled out, jerked himself a few times, and then spilled over your face, fingers coming down to spread the mess around.

Somewhere in the background, you heard a camera snap, but you couldn’t be sure, as you had lost all touch of reality. You didn’t even notice your hands and legs being untied, didn’t feel the soft, warm hands rubbing the points that had been tied. When the blindfold was pulled off, you weren’t at all prepared for the ache in your eyes as light hit.

“Hi baby,” James said, kissing you all over your face, brushing the teary hair away.

“Sit up love,” said Sirius before pulling one of Remus’ shirts over your head, helping you put your arms through the holes. He then scooted himself behind you, letting your back fall against his chest. James still caressing your face, kissing you and whispering sweet words.

“Here you go, love, open up,” Remus said, pushing a straw into your mouth, helping you drink water. When you had swallowed the water, he lifted a fork up to your face. They had brought you dinner.

Once he had made you eat a few bites, he put the plate away for a little bit, taking your hands in his and rubbing them softly. “Are you with us, darling?”

You giggled, “Yes daddy, I’m right here.” Still lost in subspace, you didn’t understand the silly question.

“That you are, love, my bad,” he said, kissing your hands. “I love you so much, little one, you did so well for us.”

“You really did,” Sirius agreed from behind you, “such a good girl.”

“Thank you daddy,” you said, feeling yourself become shy at their kind words.

“Let’s get some rest,” James said, moving you from Sirius’ lap and pulling you into his body. Your hands instinctively went around his neck, fingers burying themselves in soft locks of messy hair.

“Love you daddies,” you said, contently, before you fell asleep in the arms of your lovers.

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[houserautha]

These Destined Ends

Part 4

Summary: Jessica fulfilled the wishes of the Bene Gesserits to produce a daughter. You’re now burdened with the task of not only marrying the na-Baron, but also bearing his child — the Kwisatz Haderach. Will you take your fate into your own hands? Or will it always belong to those who control you?

Pairings: Feyd-Rautha x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: a striptease?, female masturbation, hints at incest/sexual abuse, mentions of killing, he fingers you at the dinner table, public humiliation aplenty

A/N: I made it exactly *checks clipboard* three parts without smut

The garment bag is composed of the finest fabric you’ve ever seen. Your pulse hammers at the thought of whatever might lay within — what could Feyd-Rautha have possibly chosen for you? You eye his usual all black garb.

Zipper cool to the touch, you glide it open, pushing aside the garment bag to reveal your present. Bile rises to your throat at the same time you feel a familiar swoop of desire in your stomach, a summation of your relationship with Feyd-Rautha so far.

The dress — if it could even be called that — shimmers seductively, black, and somehow inlaid with thousands of glittering beads. Two slim straps keep it secured, dangling, from the hanger. And there’s remarkably not much else to comment on: the straps descend daringly low, barely enough to cover your decency.

A belt encircles the middle of the dress loosely, and you can only imagine how it would withstand even the slightest of breezes without exposing you. You swallow, deliberating.

“Where is the rest?”

Feyd-Rautha reclines back in the chair. “Wife, why would I disguise your beauty with useless fabric? It would only pale in comparison.”

“I hardly believe this is acceptable dinner attire,” you point out, surprised at the coolness in your tone.

“It’s rude to refuse a gift,” Feyd-Rautha says. “Will you deny me the pleasures of gifting my wife for the first time?”

You bite your tongue to keep from lashing out. Fine, if that’s how he wanted to play.

Clearly this was his retaliation for your bold behavior, you just hadn’t expected it to come so swiftly after his arrival, or in the form of public humiliation. Normally you wouldn’t dare wear such an affront to fashion, or your sensibilities.

“Very well. I would be remiss to…deny you.” You look to Asha, who has presided over the entire interaction with wide eyes. With a smile, you say, “I would like you to undress me now.”

Her mouth opens, then snaps closed.

The upper level of the antechamber positions you higher than Feyd-Rautha, whose dark eyes have taken on the delighted glint of someone encountering a worthy opponent in the arena. Asha nervously obeys your command as you hold your arms out to your sides, allowing her to undo the difficult laces of your dress. The only sound in the room is the sound of it pooling at your feet.

“I hardly think my husband’s generous gift will allow for underclothes,” you laugh. Asha then begins removing your thin chemise from over your head. She tugs it up over her arms and your breasts slip from the fabric, leaving you entirely naked in the glow of the black sun.

Desire unfurls between your legs. You don’t even have to glance at Feyd-Rautha to know that he is fully captivated by your performance, at the sight of your naked form. In any other situation you might’ve been ashamed of your nudity; the curves you found unseemly, or the dimples of cellulite in the soft flesh of your thighs and ass.

But, beholden by the na-Baron, you were resplendent.

“The dress now, please,” you order Asha, voice breezy and carefree.

Feyd-Rautha’s gaze bores into you, sears your skin like its own personal brand. You loathe to admit that you’re actually enjoying this. Your thighs are slick with revel in your own cleverness, in wresting the control from the man determined to wield it over you.

Asha covers you with the dress, laying it gently over you — nipples hardened and skin flushed with self-admiration, in satisfaction of capturing Feyd-Rautha’s attention so wholly.

Asha moves to fasten the belt next but is interrupted. “Let me,” the na-Baron orders.

Which unspoken, is understood as: leave us. Your friend ducks her head and disappears from the antechamber. You silently thank her for closing the door behind her.

Feyd-Rautha approaches you slowly, measured in his movements. A predator reconsidering its prey.

So then why are you so eager for him to devour you?

He stands infuriatingly close to you without actually touching you, absurdly concerned with the so-called belt hanging at your waist. It vexes you that he refuses to meet your eyes, refuses to give you what you so ardently seek.

“I should strip this from you. Tear this dress from you with my teeth and bind your wrists,” he says, tugging at the belt, agonizingly composed, his breath fanning your face. “Show you exactly what you deserve for pulling a stunt like that.”

His fingers are deft as they fasten the belt. He doesn’t touch you once.

“Did you not like it?” You ask, breathless.

His proximity intoxicates you, takes you by the hand and leads you into a fathomless darkness. And yet he won’t look at you, won’t touch you, just turns simply on his heel of his boot and says over his shoulder, “I’ll see you at dinner.”

The smoldering shower water blasts between the blades of your shoulders, sluices over you and scathes your aching flesh. But it’s not enough, not a fit replacement for touch, for his touch.

Your fingers slip between your thighs and find your pleading cunt. A breathy noise escapes you, and you begin pumping your hand, no time for the attention you usually afford yourself — you’re desperate to rid yourself of this feeling, wash it away in the drain and pretend it never existed. Your release comes fast, insipid, and once your legs have stopped shaking with the effort of your touch, you wrench off the water.

And there you stand, cold and wet, cunt swollen and certainly not satisfied, but at least you can direct your thoughts from —

You slam your fist against the shower wall. Pain, leftover from Feyd-Rautha’s boot, quivers through you like a bow across the string of an instrument. How dare you let yourself become so entangled in him, in his game, in his inescapable command. You are a fool.

Quickly you towel yourself off and step back into the sorry excuse for a dress, warding off any traitorous thoughts belonging to Feyd-Rautha. You have no clue when dinner actually is but you won’t be caught shivering and spent. You apply a simple, dark makeup and leave your hair untouched, determined to set yourself separate from the rest of the Harkonnens in attendance.

And when the scents of food and the clatter of guests float through the antechamber, you take it upon yourself to join the others. You follow the din of a party, a sound you are accustomed to from your time on Caladan, and traipse into the Great Hall to find it already engaged.

The long table usually void of company is brimming with noblemen and women dressed in various shades of blacks and whites, and every single one of them turns and stares at your entrance.

Not even the strictest training can prevent the flood of embarrassment through you. It’s so prominent and all-encompassing that your entire body goes rigid with fear.

“Ah, the Lady Y/N,” a booming voice calls. “How lovely of you to join us at last.”

At the opposite end of the impossibly long Hall, the Baron lifts from the table on his suspensors and effectively stamps out any fleeting hope you had of going quietly into the night. Or perhaps dying on the spot. He hadn’t given you enough time to decide which.

“Come, take your place at my side so that you might meet your court and feast with them on this splendid occasion,” the Baron says.

Surprisingly, your limbs do work, and you somehow carry yourself past the leering eyes in your scanty dress and sit upon the only empty chair at the table. If you weren’t so completely mortified, you might’ve taken the time to glare daggers at the man beside you; Feyd-Rautha lounged regally at the right hand of the Baron. To your utter displeasure, he looked disgustingly wonderful in a dark tunic and pants, his lips reddened by the wine.

It looked a lot like blood.

“I apologize, your Baron, I had no intentions of causing a scene or demeaning your gracious invitation.”

The Baron eats in a ferocious manner best likened to a savage beast, wild and without abandon. Repulsion churns in your belly as you are forced to watch, doing your best to mask your horror as he gulps down his food in large, greedy mouthfuls. A smudge of sauce graces the corner of his unsightly mouth.

“There is no need for apologies, Lady Y/N, as long as it does not happen twice. No court is ever won over by a careless Baroness,” he says icily.

“Where were you?” Rabban asks next.

Rabban sits to the left of the Baron and across from you, fixing you with a glowering look. It’s not lost on you that he is already tormented by this, demoted to the less favorable side of the table in favor for his wicked brother, who replicates Rabban’s probing glare, no traces of awareness that he had been the exact reason for your tardiness.

“We met initially in the salon to give you time to appear. Tell us, where were you, wife? What demands did you have grander than this celebration of our upcoming union?”

Your molars might grind into dust by the end of the evening, if you survive it. You smile sweetly at him. “I suppose I was preoccupied with preparations, na-Baron. Your…gift is not easy to slip into alone.”

“However taxing, you look splendid,” the Baron says. He drains the rest of his goblet. One massive hand descends on Feyd-Rautha’s thigh, strangely intimate. “Nephew, will you fetch me more wine?”

Feyd-Rautha’s face storms over. “We have servants for that, Uncle. Besides, have Rabban do it for you. This banquet is for my benefit, after all, I should be allowed to enjoy it.”

The Baron studies him critically then, more sober than you thought possible. “Very well. Rabban?”

The mountainous man snatches the goblet from his uncle and vanishes to find a servant. You’re prompted to heap some of the food on your plate then, disconcerted by the lingering hand of the Baron and Feyd-Rautha’s obvious resentment.

Dinner passes without a hitch, your tardiness smoothed over by your status as the future Baroness. A small grace for such a tremendous burden.

You entertain the guests with stories of Arrakis and spice production, fielding their endless questions with as much charm and elegance as you can muster. And, frankly, it’s not as horribly daunting or tedious as you feared it to be.

The last course is coming to an end when a man strides up to the Baron with an expression of self-importance. He’s dressed similarly to the other Harkonnen guards but there’s something different about him — where the Harkonnens you know are arrogant about their strength, he hides it well. You immediately start to eavesdrop.

“The Emperor needs you for an urgent matter,” the strange man whispers into the Baron’s ear.

The Baron nods as if he’s been expecting this, and then without a word abandons his feast and glides after the man.

Feyd-Rautha had been surveying the party when you ask him, “What urgent matter?”

He sips his wine. “I don’t know.”

Ha, you think, he had been eavesdropping too. You frown. “He didn’t tell you?”

“My uncle does not tell me everything,” Feyd-Rautha replies. There’s a trace of anger in his voice, but it’s difficult to tell whether it’s pointed at you or the Baron.

Either way, this irritates you. You decide to provoke the beast. “What, like you don’t tell me when our engagement dinner is?”

Feyd-Rautha’s gaze cuts to you. “You’re upset.”

“Yes I’m upset,” you hiss. “I thought I warned you not to humiliate me again. Tonight was inexcusable, you filthy —”

“Ah, careful, wife. You must mind your words before our court. And my oafish brother.” He indicates Rabban with a slight incline of his head. You spot the older Harkonnen approaching with quite the entourage and you scowl. “Don’t make that face. Remember, this is a joyous occasion.”

“How could I forget?” You mutter miserably.

At your side, Feyd-Rautha is a study in beauty. Not in the classical sense, of course, but that of something devastatingly cruel and dangerous, the glint of a newly sharpened blade or the ocean during a storm. Breathtaking, in both senses. Unwittingly, you trace the slope of his brow, his handsome nose, the cushion of his plush lips, and you feel the familiar flicker of attraction.

“Where were you?” Feyd-Rautha asks without looking at you, still watching the party.

“Hm?” Did he know you were studying him? “What did you say?”

“I asked where you were. Before.”

“Oh.” There’s something in his voice that suggests that he knows exactly what you were doing. Your moment in the shower emerges unbidden in your mind, of your hand between your legs and his name in your mouth. You answer as flippant as possible, “I was waiting for you.”

Feyd-Rautha finally sets down his goblet. Rabban is taking his time returning, regaling his entourage with an undoubtedly riveting story, so the na-Baron must feel secure in your privacy.

“You forget that those are my quarters too, wife, and the walls are very thin.”

Shame creeps up your throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, is that right?” Feyd-Rautha grabs the bottom of your chair and pulls you closer to him. Any outside observer would simply think you’re having a regular conversation, which you suppose is the point, but there’s nothing regular about the way he slides his hand across your thigh and dips down to your heat. “Then I didn’t hear you touching yourself, whimpering and pleading for me? For my fingers? My cock?”

“I thought I was —”

“Alone?” He clicks his tongue. “If you didn’t intend for me to hear, then should I not give you exactly what you were begging for?”

It’s only too easy for him to nudge your dress aside and acquaint himself with your cunt, slide his fingers along your swollen lips and tease your entrance. You inhale sharply, without permission. He takes that as an invitation to delve a finger into your slick cunt.

“Feyd —”

“Tell me you don’t want it.”

You swallow, throat working. Rabban is finishing his story, evident by his boisterous laugh and then beckoning his entourage to the table. Feyd-Rautha keeps one finger inside you, unmoving, a sensation unfolding within you that you certainly won’t be able to ignore.

The rest of his hand cups between your thighs, a reminder to you, as long as you yield to him.

“Just say the words, and I won’t,” Feyd-Rautha says, his lips on the shell of your ear.

You’re frozen in indecision. When Rabban rejoins you, you’re sure that Feyd-Rautha will revoke his teasing hand. But instead he rocks his palm against you and drives his finger, then another, deeper inside you with dizzying ferocity.

You grip the edges of the chair, the force of his fingers cleaving through you, invoking a wave of pleasure that ripples throughout your body. It takes everything in you not to cry out.

“Brother, you remember my friends,” Rabban says. His cheeks are reddened by the spice-laden alcohol and he is oblivious to what’s occurring underneath the table. “Uriens and Ze’ev.”

Feyd-Rautha says smoothly, “Of course.”

“Uriens, Ze’ev, this is the Lady Y/N,” Rabban introduces you. He indicates each friend in turn — Uriens, a man of notable stature but a blank gaze, and Ze’ev, slightly smaller and sporting a sneer.

You dip your head and hope it’s enough to count as a greeting. You don’t trust your voice, not with Feyd-Rautha’s ministrations. Your cunt pulses with each one, clamping down on him, even the slightest of withdrawals enough to ruin you. Fortunately for you, or not, Feyd-Rautha shows no interest in stopping, curling his fingers in and out of you with agonizing precision.

“We wanted to speak to you about tomorrow, actually,” Uriens says.

Feyd-Rautha’s eyes narrow. “What about it?”

“What —oh! What’s tomorrow?” You ask. As soon as you speak, Feyd-Rautha pushes another finger in to join the others, spurring your body to jerk in response. You suppress a shudder.

Uriens, Ze’ev, and Rabban look too intent to notice your falter. Uriens explains, albeit with less enthusiasm, “We want to partake.”

Feyd-Rautha’s jaw flexes. His pace slows as he considers this request, and it’s almost more torturous than his persistent thrusts.

“No,” he finally says.

Rabban’s face darkens with anger. “Why not?”

“Traditionally those who partake do so because they are interested in the hand of the wife.” His tone veers dangerously close to a growl. “Are you telling me that you wish to take her from me?”

Uriens eyes widen. “No, na-Baron, we —”

“We understand the ceremony is purely customary. We ask only for a chance to partake in the revelry,” Ze’ev cuts in.

“There is no killing,” Feyd-Rautha says.

Uriens and Ze’ev nod. “Yes, na-Baron.”

“Then I don’t see why you shouldn’t partake.”

You bite back a moan as Feyd-Rautha then resumes his ministrations. You ask, “What’s tomorrow?”

You’re impressed that you manage to keep your voice even.

The Harkonnens exchange glances as if they’re reluctant to answer you. The slight one, Ze’ev, says, “Dessid aperr. The Crucible.”

“It doesn’t concern you,” Feyd-Rautha says.

Your indignation overcomes your pleasure, and you glare at him. “It does if my hand in marriage is being fought over.”

“The Crucible is a ceremony dating back to Emperor Shakkad the Wise,” Uriens eagerly says, jumping to please you. “When a Harkonnnen of noble standing is to be wed, they will engage in a battle against the other noblemen for the hand of the bride. To ensure that the strongest bonds are forged.”

Feyd-Rautha pumps his hand violently against you, and you feel your orgasm building. You grip the chair even harder. “I would like to partake.”

“The brides are not permitted to watch,” Uriens says. Rabban and Ze’ev both glare at him.

“I don’t want to watch. I want to fight.”

“Absolutely not,” Feyd-Rautha rasps.

“Why not?” You ask. You hope the breathy sound of your voice comes across as petulant and not aroused.

Rabban answers, “That’s how it’s always been.”

Feyd-Rautha glances at you. He must know that you’re close, can feel it in the way that you clamp around him. “Wife, is that what you want? Tell me.”

“Y-Yes,” you stammer.

He says, “Tell me that you want it.”

“I want it,” you breathe out, both of you aware of what he’s actually referencing.

More words form on your tongue but you’re unable to say it — your pleasure mounts as Feyd-Rautha buries his fingers inside you with swift finality and your orgasm seizes you. It’s white-hot and dazzling as it tears through you, walls contracting, his fingers stroking you to the end. A shudder racks through you.

Pulse hammering and your thighs trembling, Feyd-Rautha withdraws his fingers. He rises abruptly to his feet. Horror dawns on you as he then pushes his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean. Without so much as glancing back at you, Feyd-Rautha says, “Very well. Don’t be late this time.”

You stare after him. The aftershocks of your orgasm rumble through you — you can’t believe that he just did that then left you to deal with the aftermath. Uriens and Ze’ev stare at you in equal parts confusion and shock, while Rabban sneers at you, seemingly more aware than you thought.

You clear your throat. “Well, that’s been settled.”

“Something has been settled,” Rabban replies. His expression is nearly impossible to read, but the comment makes your cheeks heat up.

“You hold considerable sway over the na-Baron,” Ze’ev says.

You stand, smoothing down your dress and trying to maintain some semblance of composure. It’s difficult when your thighs are still slick, the memory of his fingers imprinted in your mind.

“I will be the na-Baroness,” you remind Ze’ev. “I hold considerable sway over everyone here.”

And with that you leave without excusing yourself, feeling the burn of their gazes on your back. It’s suddenly too warm in the Great Hall for you, the sweaty, lingering bodies suffocating. You’re not quite sure where you’re going. Certainly not after Feyd-Rautha. Though you can’t stop the way that your heart skips hopefully when you feel a hand grab your arm.

“What are you doing?” Asha hisses, spinning you around. “The party isn’t over.”

Post-orgasm clarity is eluding you. You shake your head. “I know, but —”

“Also, what was that shit earlier?” Asha asks. She adjusts her hold on a tray laden with champagne glasses. “There was some weird tension in that room. Don’t involve me in your weird — whatever, with the na-Baron again. Do you hear me?”

You nod stupidly, although you’re not entirely sure it’s a promise you can make.

Asha studies you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you lie. “But I’m going to retire to my quarters. Can you cover for me?”

“Yeah, of course,” Asha says, obviously not convinced.

You huff out a breath. “I’m going to need the rest if I’m participating in the Crucible tomorrow.”

Asha nearly drops the serving tray. “The what?”

“I’ve been invited,” you say, which is also a lie.

“What?” Asha presses the heel of her hand to her forehead. “What is wrong with you, Y/N?”

To avoid her gaze, you take to scanning the party. You know perfectly well what’s wrong with you and you’re searching for his face even now, despite the fact that he’s the last person you want to see. You sigh. “I wish I could tell you.”

Part 5

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[insanesonofabitch]

How am I supposed to function like a normal human being when I’ve been made aware of the existence of destiel? Everytime I get close to being slightly functional, I’m reminded of shit like how someone wrote a script wherein Cas gets his very own personal heaven—a room full of half-naked pictures (some real and some badly edited) of Dean Winchester. Or how later on in the series, in another script draft of another episode, Cas gets shown another “heaven on earth” scenario where he spreads his wings full while, for some reason, specified to be shirtless in front of Dean. Or how Dean was supposed to confess his love to Cas way back in season 8. Or how his relationship with Benny and the then presumed dead Cas is paralleled to Amelia’s relationship with Sam and her then presumed dead husband. “Are we still talking about Sam, or did you break up with someone too?” Or how Dean was supposed to relive the life of Cain in reverse and kill Cas like Cain killed his wife Colette, while Cas and Colette are paralleled to each other, with how they both ask Dean and Cain to stop the killings right as they’re about to die by the hands of the ones they love. Or how they made several people imply and straight up tell Dean and Cas to their faces that they’re in love with each other and not once, not once does any of the both of them ever deny it. And how several times, over and over again, their enemies use this “more profound bond” against them. “You’re hoping Castiel would return to you. I admire your loyalty. I only wish he felt the same way.” “But then, his true weakness is revealed.” “Don’t lose it over one man.” “I’m gonna cure you of your human weakness.” “You blast me away you blast away every angel in the room.” “There comes a point where every relationship has run its course.” “Oh sweet. Cas, he’s dead. All the way dead. Because of you.” “There is nothing for you back there.” Or how Dean subtly references a queer movie while referring to Cas and himself as the queer main characters of the said queer movie…who were, by the way, in a relationship with each other. Or how they made Cas confess but killed him right off, and then soon later killed Dean off and implied he doesn’t pursue romantic relationships ever again, and never have him actually experience the life outside the “hamster wheel” that he fought for because they knew he could NEVER be happy living the unnamed wife one kid “normal” apple-pie life that they originally planned for him.

Or how part of the people behind this show actually fought for their story to be told because you CANNOT make all of this without someone, at the very least one person actively writing, portraying, or depicting them with the intention of telling a queer love story.

And then what? So I’m just supposed to ignore and gloss over and move on from all of this along with so much more like the show already did on the regular?

#genuinely how #supernatural #spn #destiel #deancas #casdean #dean x castiel #dean winchester #castiel #destiel meta #reiotalks

[blackelysian]

Situationship.

Duke Dennis x Black! Fem! Reader as Makena

Word Count: 1,449

Warnings: 18+ smut, fluff, toxic relationship

Summary: Tired of this situationship between you and Duke you decide its just better to end things. Duke wants to make it right.

Makena POV

A sigh escaped my lips as I aimlessly scroll through my phone. It was now 3 am and Duke still wasn’t here yet. I sent a text to his phone for the one hundredth time.

                                                                       It's late, don't even worry about coming anymore… Sent.

No reply. Once again.

I watched his story and saw that he posted something 30 minutes ago. He was out with his friends at some party or function with some bitch grabbing his face. At that point I was fed up, annoyed and kinda hurt. I throw my phone to the side and sit up. He’s been blowing me off all night after he told me he was coming over so we could spend some time together. One stop and I'm on my way, I Love you”  was the last response I got from him. Tears streamed down my face. Not only was I mad at him I was mad at myself for even allowing my feelings to get wrapped up in whatever you wanna call this. Duke and I have been messing around for almost a year now but he never officially asked me to be his girlfriend. He helps me with my bills, buys me whatever I want, fucks me good, but there was no actual commitment. He uses the excuse of he doesn’t want to hurt me, but this hurts way worse. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone dinging, indicating I had just got a text. I hover my face over my phone revealing the message from him. 

Im outside

I layed back down on the bed ignoring his text. Next thing I know I hear my front door unlocking.

I groaned annoyingly. I need to get my key back from this nigga. I can hear his feet making their way to my bedroom before he slides my door open, stumbling in. He casually makes his way over to me leaning down to peck me on the lips but he was met with the palm of my hand.

“So you just goin walk in here late as a motherfucka and act like nothing's wrong??” She raised her voice at him.

“Come on boo don’t start that, i'm here now right? That's all that should matter'' He asks nonchalantly, going back in for another attempted kiss. I quickly jumped up and moved around him.

“You know, I don’t think I wanna do this anymore Duke..”I say looking away from him.

“Do what Makena?”

“THIS” I raise my voice again, pointing between the two of us. “This is getting old and I'm tired of sitting around waiting on you to see how good of a woman I am..tired of waiting on you to respect me! I’m done.” I snapped. 

“What do you mean you're done?”

“I'm done, We are done! And you need to give me back my key!” He chuckles at me.

“You trippin’ im not going any fucking where” He simply says, slideing his shoes off.

“Why don’t you just let me go Duke?” I questioned. “Why continue to string me along huh? You don’t want to be with me at this point so what's the point of keeping this going?”

“Makena,You know I love you. I just don't want to hurt you” He states, pulling me in front of him.

“You don’t think this hurts already?” I hold my hand up. “You know what, I just want you to go, i'll give you a minute to get whatever stuff you have here and leave my fuckin key” I turn my back to him not even giving him a chance to respond, heading for the bathroom to take a long, hot shower. I needed to clear my mind and hopefully by the time I got out that asshole would be gone for good.

Omniscient POV

After about 20 minutes, Duke enters the bathroom. He sees Makena’s naked silhouette through the foggy glass shower. He looks over to see her music softly playing from her bluetooth speaker. He quickly strips out of his clothes and slides in the steaming hot shower. The breeze runs a chill down Makena’s spine as he slides the door back closed. 

She quickly turns around. “I thought I told you to go?” She asks, rolling her eyes.

“We not done talking yet” He wraps his arms around her, bringing her body close to his.

“Duke, please don’t do this to me right now. Just let me go and leave” she says, trying to unwrap his arms from around her. He holds her tight.

“What do you want? Whatever you want I’ll give it to you. Just don’t leave me baby” 

“He can’t be serious..” She thought. But with the look on his face she knew this was far from a joke. But she couldn’t give in. What would he think of her if she just took him back so easily? Why now did he want to do the right thing? 

“It's a little too late fo-”

“Be my girlfriend?” He cuts her off, looking in her eyes with adoration.

“Wow really?” She asks sarcastically. “ Now you want to ask me? It's only because I'm telling you I'm done with you that you want to act right now” She says disgustingly, rolling my eyes and pushing him away from her. 

“Baby I'm serious!” He exclaims, grabbing her again. “I can’t lose you, whatever you want me to do I'll do it. I want to make it right, I have to make it right. Give me just one more chance and I promise we won’t have to have this conversation no more”

“I don’t know what to say Duke…” She says lowly, looking down and away from him. He drops to his knees in the oversized walk in shower, grabbing onto her waist. He places gentle kisses along her stomach trailing down to her womanhood. 

“Say yes” He says softly, placing a kiss right on top of her clit. Her breath hitches in her throat. 

“Say yes baby..” He throws her left leg over his shoulder and places a few more kisses on her wet center before completely devouring her. He made sure to take his time pleasing her. He wanted to show her that he meant what he said.

“Duke..no” She trails off, throwing her head back as he lapped her up like a thirsty dog. His thumb finds her clit drawing small circles on it. 

“Be my girlfriend baby” He says again, looking up to watch her love faces. She begins to feel her orgasm build in her stomach as she grinds down on his face. “Shit i'm almost there” She gasps. He stops immediately, getting up and turning off the shower before picking her up and walking her out the shower. 

“You don’t get to cum until you say yes.” He wraps a towel around her wet body, bending her over the sink, the two making eye contact in the mirror. She could see the lust and longing in his face. He rubs his member up and down her slick womanhood before roughly sliding into her in one swift motion. 

“Fuck” she groaned out as he starting to deliver rough,delicious strokes. 

“You goin be my girlfriend baby?” He asks yet again, brushing some of her curls out her face. Her mouth falls open but nothing comes out. He delivers a smack to her ass. “Answer me baby” He groans, going deeper bottoming out. 

“Oh shitt, Yess” She moans out blissfully.

“Say it” He says, pulling out and sitting on the side of the tub, pulling her back on him and sliding in again. He starts to work her up and down his member.

“Say it Makena” He states firmly.

“Ima be your girlfriend babyy” She blurts out.

“Yea?” He says with a smile, kissing you along the side of your face and neck as he still bounces you on him. Makena starts to throw it back on him, pulling out her best moves to show him that it doesn’t get any better than this. 

“Oh fuckk mama” He grunts, grabbing the back of her neck turning her to face him. 

“Gimme kiss” They lean into each other and give each other the sloppiest kiss ever. 

“Hmmm baby im cumming” She cries out, picking up her speed.

“Cum on your dick” His words were like a catalyst for her orgasm, which rips through her like a tornado. He finishes right behind her, pulling out and releasing on the rug. She turns to kiss him once again.

“Mm we not finished yet. I still have a lot of making up to do.” He says with a lustful grin on his face.

A/N: Makena definitely DID NOT stand on business 😭😭

#black stories #black reader #duke dennis x black!reader #black love #black writers #black smut #black fanfiction #smutty #imagine #x reader #fem reader #fluff

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: can you do some Donna angst or smut? There’s no more Donna fics so I’ll take anything :’(

18+ Minors DNI

I knowww, dude T^T I could go for some Donna right now. I haven’t been giving her enough love recently, I admit it. Also, I’ve just come to the hideous realization that I’ve never written power-bottom Donna (Just sub Donna) so, I had to fix that. In this one, Y/N is a service top (And a virgin) and Donna is gentle as she shows them the ropes ;) I hope you like it! Let’s get into it!

You and Donna haven’t been dating long, but you’ve both already fallen in love. You didn’t think it could happen so fast, but you’ve never been more sure of anything. She’s… Everything you’ve ever wanted.

Kind, intelligent, beautiful… She’s a work of art.

The thing is, though… You two haven’t had… Sex yet.

Actually, you’ve never had sex at all. You hadn’t found anyone before Donna so there really wasn’t a need to. However… You’d love nothing more than to pleasure Donna. It’s your only unfulfilled dream.

As you hold Donna in your arms one evening, you look at her nervously. You can’t hold back your desires any longer. “Um… Babe?” You suddenly ask.

Donna looks at you and sees the freaked-out expression on your face. “Baby, what is it?” She questions and sits up a bit.

“I… Wanted to know if… You’ve ever been… Intimate with anyone before?” You try to ask, face ablaze. “Because, I’d like to… Um, do it with you, Donna,” You say. “I mean, uhh… Only if you want to! You know?”

Damn… Real smooth, Y/N. You grimace at your choice of words.

Donna’s eyes immediately widen. She’s been waiting for you to say something before she brought it up, but… She would love to have sex with you.

However… The way you asked her. Is it possible… You’ve never done it before? “Tesoro… Are you a virgin?” She asks gently, cupping your face so you won’t turn away from her.

You begin to sweat. You’re very embarrassed. “I-I mean, uh… Yeah… Umm, is that bad?” You ask, feeling self-conscious.

Donna coos at how cute you are. “Oh, no, cara mia. That’s perfectly fine,” She promises and rubs your cheek. She didn’t even realize this. It’s… Actually rather heartwarming to her. She’d be so honored to be your first.

“Have… You ever had sex?” You ask her.

This time, Donna’s the one who’s nervous. She sighs before answering. “I… Have, Y/N,” She reveals. “To be honest, I used to be very… Active when I was younger.”

Wow.

That’s… Kind of hot to you for some reason. Donna having some experience with this kind of thing makes you feel… Safe.

“Can I, uhh… I want to…” You try to say.

“Oh, would you like to touch me, cara mia?” Donna asks and bats her long lashes at you.

Your cheeks burn wildly at Donna’s question. You nod, unable to speak.

“Why don’t I walk you through this, tesoro? I’ll tell you what to do. How does that sound, baby?” She suggests.

You chuckle nervously and nod again. You’re so excited.

Donna grins at you and begins taking off her nightgown.

Your mouth waters as you catch your first glimpse of her naked body. She’s shapely and has the most delicious curves.

“There we are,” Donna quietly says, tossing her nightgown aside. She looks up at you and strokes your face. “Are you ready, baby?” She asks.

You take a deep breath to settle yourself. “Yes, Donna,” You say.

“Well, to start… I want you to touch my breasts, Y/N,” She tells you. “That’s a very big… Turn on for me,” She says and bites her lip playfully.

You quickly flush at this. You reach out hesitantly to cup her warm, ample breasts, but you soon pull away. Is it okay to just… Grope her so scandalously?

Donna giggles at you and takes your hands in hers. “It’s alright, baby. Just do what feels natural to you,” She instructs, guiding your hands to her breasts.

Your eyes roll back in pleasure at how soft and velvety they feel. You lightly knead her chest, loving how plush and comforting her body is.

Donna’s enjoying your impromptu massage. She smiles adoringly at you and hums contentedly, rolling her shoulders as you help melt the stress of the day away. She gently pulls your face closer to her and kisses you, savoring the taste of you on her lips.

You two make out for a moment or two before you begin kissing your way down her neck.

Donna’s eyes flutter closed as your kisses make their way to the valley of her breasts. “Oh, yes, baby. You’re doing so good, Y/N,” She praises and reaches up to tangle her fingers in your hair.

You feel so proud at Donna’s words. You suck one of her nipples into your mouth and begin running your tongue along the outside of it.

Donna sucks in a breath at your actions. “Yes, Y/N,” She says softly. She’s actually very impressed with you.

Your hands find their way between her thighs, exploring the depths of her sopping wet folds. The soft moans that escape Donna’s lips only encourage you to delve deeper, adding one finger and eventually another.

Donna lets out a quick gasp at your actions. “Keep going, Y/N! Wonderful,” She grunts. She looks at you and cups your face, meeting the rhythm of your thrusts with her hips. “Ooh, so good!” She cries out and suddenly throws her head back.

You feel so empowered. You’re taking care of Donna’s needs in the most intimate way possible. You don’t ever want this to end.

“Okay, Y/N,” Donna pants, feeling herself getting close. “I want you to take your… T-thumb,” She tells you. “And start rubbing circles… R-right here,” She tries to say through her pleasure and moves your thumb to her clit. “D-don’t stop thrusting while you… Do this, okay?” She asks and almost shrieks from how good you’re doing. She wraps her arms around your neck and lies her head on your shoulder as she writhes in ecstasy.

You feel the little throbbing bud Donna showed you and begin doing as you’re told. “Like this, Donna?” You ask.

Donna can’t even answer before she wails in climax. “Yes, Y/N!” She cries out. She catches her breath for a minute, caught off guard by how strong her orgasm was. “Oh, yes, yes, yes…” She chants as she comes down from her high and hugs you tighter.

Your eyes go wide and your cheeks are very red. Did you… Make her come? “Donna?” You ask. “Did you… Umm…” You can’t bring yourself to ask your question out loud.

Donna pulls back a bit to look at you. She places a soft kiss on your lips. “I did, baby. You made me feel so amazing, tesoro. Thank you,” She tells you and goes in for another kiss.

You are… Ecstatic. You finally had sex with Donna and it was even better than you could have imagined. She’s so kind to you and you can’t wait to do this again… In fact… “Uhh, Donna? Do you want to-”

“Yes, cara mia! Whenever you’re ready,” Donna eagerly agrees. While she wouldn’t necessarily describe herself as the most sexual person… Maybe you have fundamentally changed her views on sex.

Maybe… Sex with you has just become her most favorite thing in the world.

Note: I just thought it was sweet to have Donna be more experienced than Y/N in this one. Let me know what you thought about this dynamic! Super interesting to write…

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #donna beneviento x y/n #donna beneviento x reader #power bottom #service top #re8 shitpost #resident evil smut #donna beneviento #re8 donna

[hezzabeth]

I know that a Miss Havisham costume in a playhouse should be more regency period… but that’s Whistleton’s theme. Anyway in todays part the gang head on off to Medieval Faire!

"If they had their way, they would have burned anyone with colorful hair, but that would mean losing most of their actors," Revati explained to Brigadeiro who had vaguely followed her into the cafes fridge.

“That would mean killing the entire population of my town” Bridgadeiro remarked.

“It’s not that I hate wearing dresses! Sometimes I love wearing dresses; I just hate being told what I have to wear by some stupid actors based on my reproductive organs,” Revati said to Bridgadeiro, who had vaguely followed her into the fridge.

“You would love the space station! Everyone wears whatever they want, in their assigned colors, of course,” Bridgadeiro remarked.

“I’m sorry, is there a reason why you’ve followed me in here? I need to get changed!” Revati informed him, and he had the decency to blush with embarrassment.

“Dreadfully sorry! I just wanted to let you know I’m done with the plant thing and wanted to ask if I could go home now,” Bridgadeiro asked.

“You can leave any time you like. I’m assuming you’ve figured out a way to stop yourself from freezing to death?” Revati asked as she pulled out a skirt.

“Ah, no, I had a special tent when I was rose collecting, but the chanting naked people stole it!” Bridgadeiro admitted.

Revati examined the skirt. It was one of Amma’s early creations, several burlap potato sacks that had been sewed together.

“Well, I'm not your mother; I’m sure you’ll figure things out eventually,” Revati admitted, and Bridgadeiro chuckled.

“Believe me, I know you’re not my mother; she would have called every single planetary embassy in the solar system!” Bridgadeiro replied as Revati wiggled the skirt off over her pants.

“Is it supposed to look like that?” Bridgadeiro asked doubtfully as the skirt sagged around Revati’s legs in awful shades of mustard.

“It will do,” Revati grumbled.

Dityaa and Aurora were waiting for Revati under one of the new trees. Aurora was wearing a long shapeless tunic belted at the waist. Dityaa, however, had put on a dress made entirely out of yellowing white lace and satin. The sleeves were gigantic clouds bursting from her shoulders. The bodice was cut right across the front with tiny pearl buttons. The skirt had been artfully torn in several places revealing layers of fluffy tulle. The hemline had come undone, and it was dragging in the mud. But none of it really seemed to matter. The dress made her glow.

“Is that what you’re wearing? The ragbag skirt!” Dityaa asked, sounding horrified.

“Is that what you’re wearing? That’s the Miss Havisham's wedding dress from the Dickensian theater! They will take one look at you and know you’re from a different part of the park,” Revati pointed out, equally horrified. No one performed in the actual theater, but everyone read the scripts left abandoned inside.

“It’s pretty! I want to look my best,” sniffed Dityaa.

“The character who wore it went crazy on her wedding day and then died in a fire! She also lived in the 1860s,” Revati pointed out.

“It’s fine, I took all the plastic spiders off it,” Dityaa waved casually.

“You probably should wear something better; the actors in medieval faire will assume you’re a peasant. They’ll make you dig latrines,” Aurora said to Revati.

“The dress I wore last night is filthy! I don’t have time to wash anything else,” Revati snapped back irritably as she marched to the cart.

“You could just borrow something from my collection,” Dityaa said.

“You once told me if I ever borrowed from your collection you would shave my head in my sleep,” Revati replied.

“I was thirteen! A child! Anyway, I can’t have you digging toilets; imagine the embarrassment,” Dityaa said, and then her eyes widened briefly.

“He will need to put someone on as well; that jumpsuit will get his throat slit,” Dityaa said, and Revati glanced over her shoulder. Bridgadeiro was standing a couple of feet behind her.

“I thought I could ask the naked chanters for my tent back,” he said.

“Fine, but you’re digging your own grave,” Revati replied, and Bridgadeiro’s brow wrinkled with confusion.

“Grave?”

“You know, the hole a dead body goes in,” Aurora said helpfully.

“That’s horrifying! Back home we don’t do that, back home bodies are turned into diamonds and then launched into space,” Bridgadeiro said, and a faint smile crossed his face.

“The memorial rings floating around the space station really are dazzling.”

“Fine, let’s quickly change our clothes and head out before Amma gets back from her daily walk,” Revati snapped irritably.

Medieval faire loomed over Olde Landon. "Loomed" really was the only word to describe it. The park architects had deliberately placed it in the castle on a giant hill in the park's center. Its gigantic craggy walls cast shadows all the way to Shakespeare Lane. The giant copper dragon could be seen all the way in Whistletown. On windy days, you could smell smoke spiraling from its towers. The smoke was the only proof Revati had that the actors and tourists inside were still alive.

“So, how do we get in?” Revati asked as Bridgadeiro helped her push the cart.

“The back way is in Marzipan Martian’s confections,” Aurora said, and Revati shuddered.

“You don’t like lollies?” Bridgadeiro asked.

“I don’t like ants; Marzipan Martians is infested with them,” Revati replied, shuddering again.

“Oh, come on, ants aren’t that bad! The parks on the space station are full of them,” Bridgadeiro replied as Aurora approached the lolly shop.

“Have you ever seen a Martian ant? They’re the size of your fist!” Revati protested.

Revati remembered the lolly shop before the invasion. In the window, there was a sculpture of the lost princess made entirely out of chocolate. Jars of hard-boiled sweets and rainbow lollipops had been arranged in intricate patterns around her feet. Revati had bolted inside holding Dityaa’s hand. The air smelled of burnt sugar and cinnamon. Massive rainbow bins filled with wrapped lollies sat on groaning tables. Tourists bustled about snatching up boxes of “genuine Turkish delight”.

A lady in a uniform stood in the corner demonstrating how boiled sugar was turned into lemon sweets.

Dityaa was begging mother for a “real” chocolate princess. “And what do you want, Revati?” Her father asked her. Was that when the sirens hit? Was that when the appliances invaded? Or did it all happen when they were in the toy shop next door? The ants had long ago eaten the chocolate princess. They had also managed to knock over and break most of the jars.

“The ants are fine, just leave them alone and don’t try to steal their eggs,” Aurora assured them as she opened the shop door.

The inside of the shop was surprisingly clean and orderly. Broken jars had been swept into orderly piles. The wooden shelves and surfaces were dust-free.

Someone had turned all the abandoned mint-green gift boxes into a pyramid.

“Did you do this?” Revati asked curiously.

“No, the ants did. They’re surprisingly intelligent in a busy, orderly sort of way! I sleep back here,” Aurora said, walking behind the shop's blue and white checkout counter.

“Wait, you sleep in a shop filled with giant ants? I never knew that,” Revati confessed as Bridgadeiro tried to push the cart in while keeping the door open.

“I knew,” Dityaa sang, swinging herself over the counter.

“You never asked, and it had nothing to do with our professional working relationship,” Aurora replied with a small shrug.

Aurora slept on a bed made out of old sugar sacks with a pillow in the shape of a lollipop. There was an old shoebox next to the nest where an ant lay inside.

“That’s Queenie; she’s not dead! Just sleeping,” Aurora explained before knocking on the wall four times. The wall slid aside with a faint whoosh.

A teenage girl was standing on the other side. A girl dressed in a green velvet robe with incredibly long, messy gray hair. Her soft blue eyes fell on Aurora briefly with a small smile before noticing everyone else.

“Hark, my sweet, who be these folk and for what cause do they grace our presence?” She asked in a peculiar accent.

“What does hark and doth mean?” Bridgadeiro whispered.

“This is my boss, Mistress Revati, her sister, and some random boy,” Aurora explained, and the girl sniffed.

“Mistress Revati, this is my girlfriend Isabeau,” Aurora said with a small smile.

Isabeau slowly stepped into the room, her head held high, walking towards Dityaa.

“Pray, art thou the lady Revati? Thou appearest more tender than mine expectations did foretell! Verily, I find favor in thy gown,” she said to Dityaa.

“Thank you! I found it sitting in a pile of ash; I think the appliances vaporized the actress wearing it,” Dityaa giggled.

“I’m Mistress Revati,” Revati corrected Isabeau, who briefly glanced at her.

“Thou doth make sense, though dost bear semblance to a barbarous witch, a crone of eldritch mien," sniffed Isabeau.

“Isabeau! Please try to be nice to my boss,” Aurora flushed with embarrassment.

“Yes, play nice or this eldritch witch will hack that wall down and flood your entire castle with giant ants,” Revati snapped back.

Isabeau merely turned away from Revati before turning to her girlfriend.

“I surmise thy lady doth desire something," she said.

“We need to melt this android in your blacksmith's forge,” Revati explained, and Bridgadeiro, who was holding the cart, waved.

Isabeau walked towards the cart, examining the android. Her gentle blank expression seemed to twitch slightly, like a rock being thrown into a still pool.

“If the Luddites espy this within the castle walls, verily, they shall take thy life," she said, holding up the android's hand, examining it.

“I’m sorry, did she just say someone will kill us?” Bridgadeiro asked nervously.

“They’re not going to see it! It’s not like we’re going to put it on display in the town center,” Revati pointed out.

“Conceal this abomination and follow me hence," Isabeau said, walking back to the gap in the wall.

The gap in the wall was actually the side of a small courtyard. Sitting on a wooden table were six beehives, vibrating gently in the chilly air.

“In hushed steps, proceed, for the bees in their winter slumber rest,” Isabeau whispered, walking past the hives to an arched tunnel.

#science fiction #nanowrimo2023 #nanowrimo #spilledink #spilled writing #speculative worldbuilding #speculative fiction #futurism #writing science fiction #ya dystopia #ya scifi #scifi comedy #saying farewell to armageddon

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for a fic...

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1. So after reading A Matter of Time by mrcformoso from your recent IITMF post, I'm now craving some dark LWJ who's protective over our bunny as well. You know, like the *touch her and I'll kill you* vibes but make it WangXian. FemXian is fine as well, also modern aus are definitely okay. But if there's any canon era fics similar to above-mentioned fic, then please do rec ^^ @tinyfoxpeach

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2. LOVE YOUUUUUUU Thank you so much for the work you all do! 🧡💛💚💙 I am ITMF fic where Lan Qiren is blindsided by love, like, unconditional-love-at-first-sight, Lan-chosen-one style! Preferably happy ending, canon or modern AU, pre-, during, post-canon okay. I just want our grumpy old man to find him some unexpected happiness!

Yearning for Miles by Murahi (M, 378k, WangXian, LQR/SiSi, Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Slow burn, Mutual Pining, seeing the future)

The Untamed: For the Love of Two Boys by YenGirl (not rated, 181k, wangxian, 3zun, LQR/SiSi, yin metal poisoning, weddings, supportive LQR, supportive LXC, acupuncture, golden core reveal, yunmeng siblings reconciliation, wedding nights)

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3. Hello For the next itmf I would like to ask for soulmate au fics. I don't mind if it is modern or original time line. If you don't mind I would prefer top lwj and bottom wwx. Thank you very much in advance 😊

pastel by antebunny (G, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Soulmates, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Self-Esteem Issues, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unrequited Love, but not actually, no courtesy names)

it goes like this by moonsteps (T, 15k, WangXian, College/University, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Timers, Humor, Fluff, Oblivious WWX, in which wwx is jealous… of himself, some drunken lwj shenanigans, two idiots in love, side sangcheng)

Deconstruct by flowercity (FaoriE) (T, 11k, WangXian, Soulmates, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Light Angst, Mutual Pining, they’re so in love)

Zero by theladyofravenclaw (G, 19k, WangXian, Modern AU, Soulmates AU, Musicians, Friends to Lovers, Reincarnation)

Soulmate AU Comp

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4. hi!! for the next itmf, i'm looking for fics where modern!wx meet canon!wx or even just one of them meeting their parallel counterparts

a tide in two seas by occultings (microcomets) (E, 81k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, parallel universes, post-canon, getting together, pining, case fic)

so when you go wherever it is you will go, take the moon with you by comforting_monachopsis (T, 97k, WWX & WWX, WWX & WQ, WWX & WN, wangxian, JC & WWX & JYL, past WWX/SS, past WWX/XY, canon divergence, time travel, dimension travel, modern, private investigator WWX, professor LWJ, trauma, serial killers, strangers to lovers, BAMF WWX, hurt WWX, WIP)

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5. Hiii 👋 , How are you guys doing? I would like to request some fics in which wwx gets jealous/insecure of mxy - it can be modern or canon era (prefer it to be canon era) Thank you💓

Achievement Unlocked 🔓 by UseMyMuse (E, 84k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Transmigration, Crack, Sassy System, Canonical Character Death, Reincarnation/Transmigration, Bamf wwx, mild to major violence briefly mentioned, Mild/brief mentions of torture, Kidnapping, Accidental Child Acquisition)

To Share You With Others by Asmayi (M, 3k, wangxian, ABO, mpreg, heavy angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, WWX pov, jealous WWX, alpha LWJ, omega WWX, omega MXY, beta LXC, rutting, married wangxian, wangxian endgame)

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6. Hey there, mods! ITMF canon universe fics where either WWX or LWJ has to do a walk of shame & it's obvious that's what they're doing. Like maybe they had to borrow clothing because theirs got destroyed in their haste to get naked (or in WWX's case it's obvious simply because he's awake suspiciously early & that attracts curiosity). @thispatternismine

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7. Hi! Can you please suggest some fanfics where book wangxian meet novel wangxian. I really like this theme? But so far I have only come across only one fic like that. @mrmrsasr-blog​

Sorry. I meant to ask book Wangxian meet drama wangxian. Thanks for the recs.

could the asker for #7 maybe specify what they mean by book wangxian meeting novel wangxian?

💙 feel better love by Anonymous (T, 8k, WIP, WangXian, implied WangXianXian, Post-Canon, Crack Treated Somewhat   Seriously, in a haha jk…unless? way, Light Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crack, Crossover)

To Him, Love Is You. by Nanami731 (E, 16k, LWJ/WWX/OMC, wangxian, parallel universes, novel & CQL wangxian, post-canon, fluff & humor, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, love confessions, fix-it of sorts)

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8. Hello lovely community! Could you recommend some canon-era fics where Wei Wuxian or Lan Wangji get injured, causing the other to realize their feelings? Thank you ❤

all the silver moons by milkcrates (E, 10k, wangxian, post-canon, hurt/comfort, getting together, first time) Not quite feelings realisation (more just getting together) but maybe close enough to scratch the itch

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9. hi, i hope you have a good day. 

a) do you know any fics where juniors sees wwx and lwj as their parents?

b) can you recommend any fics where wwx turns yiling patriarch to protect/save junior/lwj? thankyou!

9A)

you are my chosen family by jinyinhua (T, 14k, WangXian, 5+1 Things, Good Kid LJY, Good Kid LSZ, Blood and Injury, Night Hunts, Drinking, Age Regression/De-Aging, Married WangXian, Fluff and Humor, Found Family, Gūsū Lán Juniors Dynamics)

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10. heyyooo can you please recommend me lots of fics wwx & lwj + juniors. im so addicted to their story latelyyyy @oceanfl0wer​

unhappy stories with happy endings by Last_for_Hell (M, 30k, wangxian, the junior quartet, watching some memories not the whole series, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, references to torture, PTSD)

Lan Sizhui’s Got a Crush! by Theladyofravenclaw (T, 46k, Junior Quartet, LSZ/OFC, Humor, Fluff and Crack, Case Fic, Gūsū Lán Juniors Dynamics, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Body Horror, Mild Gore, Post-Canon) 

cherry lingers on the stone by ThreePlums (M, 26k, WangXian, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Curses, Case Fic, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Starvation, Animal Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Cannibalism, Dom/sub Undertones, PTSD, Mild Gore)

🧡 Hello, IT. Have You Tried Turning It Off and On Again?  By overmountainandmeadow (T, 65k, WangXian, Modern AU, Office, Modern office AU, IT Director! LWJ, Graphic Designer! WWX, Father!LWJ, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Juniors as interns, Light Angst, Mistaken   Identity, Identity Porn, Rabbits, Cloud Recesses as a company, Happy   Ending, Single Parent LWJ)

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11. Asking for the impossible here, but are there any fics where WWX kills LWJ? I know there are a few where LWJ kills WWX but I’m wondering if the opposite fics exist too.

When the heart grows cold by deliciousblizzardshark (M, 30k, wangxian, major character death, graphic depictions of violence, modern, vampires au, reincarnation, vampire WWX, found family, blood drinking, suicide as self-sacrifice, implied/refernced torture graphically) this might qualify as wwx killing lwj...

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12. I’m in a mood for BAMF ladies! So please recommend ladies kicking ass, taking names, etc. (with exception of YZY, I do not wish to read about her, sorry)

💖  With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice, sibling bonding through murder) BAMF WQ

Every Mother’s Son by Chrononautical (T, 11k, WangXian, Madam Lán Lives, Madam Lán Deserves Better, Madam Lán Leaves Cloud Recesses, mentions of rape/non-con between Madam Lan & Qingheng-Jun) BAMF Madam Lan

Heart of the River by meyari (T, 23k, JYL/JZX, JYL/MM, JYL/MM/WQ, wangxian, JC/WQ, major character death, implied/Referenced child abuse, no yin iron, fire manipulation, water manipulation, drowning, war, most people live au, BAMF JYL)

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13. Hello! Can you recommend me fics wherein the blindfold that covers wwx eyes in Mount Baifeng slip off and saw Lwj is the one kissing him? (Any fics where wwx knew lwj is the one kissing him because of his smell)

not a maiden by cannotsleep (examtomorrow) (T, 2k, wangxian, canon divergence, baifeng mountain kiss, open ending)

Take my breath away by laniakea314 (M, 6k, wangxian, canon divergence, phoenix mountain kiss scene, blindfold kiss, switched roles, kissing, feelings realization, confessions, fix-it, dry humping)

Nonsense Does the Trick by septune (E, 4k, wangxian, canon divergence, dub con, consensual sex, phoenix mountain hunt, praise kink, PWP, getting together, fix-it of sorts, first time)

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14. hiii i'm itmf autistic lan zhan fics!

leave sooner, drive slower, live longer. series by thelastdboy (M, 26k, LXC & LWJ, LQR & LWJ, Madam Lan & LWJ, wangxian, modern cultivation, canon divergence, LWJ pov, character study, coming of age, past character death, implied/Referenced suicide, implied/referenced rape/non-con, neurodiversity, autism spectrum, situational mutism, hurt no comfort, YLLZ WWX, natural disasters, earthquakes, aftermath of natural disaster, politics, slow burn, miscommunication, taxi driver WWX, getting together, sentient burial mounds, mistaken identity, no major character death, names are magic, horror elements, references to depression, unhealthy coping mechanisms, anxiety, pining, angst w happy ending, WWX has ADHD, case fic)

The Martial Arts Instructor Fic You Didn’t Know You Needed by enbysaurus_rex (M, 423k, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, WWX & Wen remnants, WQ & WWX & WN, modern, martial arts, everyone lives au, not canon compliant, WWX has ADHD, autistic LWJ, pining, enby WWX, implied/referenced alcoholism, PTSD, slow burn, chronic illness, found family, polyamory negotiations, JC & WWX reconciliation, Single Parent WWX, Single Parent LWJ) a favorite! Lwj is chefs kiss autistic rep. Story is queer, neurodivergent and disabled joy/love !

For a Good Time, Call by ScarlettStorm, 1st in series (E, 170k, wangxian, modern, getting together, pining, porn, onlyfans au, sexworker WWX, minor angst, mental health, therapy is good) for the spicy enjoyers! Lwj is late diagnosed. Has a series!

The spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly series by Onomatopoetikon (T, 28k, wangxian, modern, coffee shop au, college/university au, LWJ pov, barista WWX, tease WWX, flirting, meet-cute, WWX pov, WWX is a Mess, first dates, autistic LWJ, WWX has ADHD, neurodiversity, developing relationship, twin jades feels, fluff, supportive LXC, autistic meltdown, autistic meltdown aftercare, intimacy, non-sexual intimacy, non-verbal LWJ)

Time Kept Flowing by notoneforreality (T, 201k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Grief/Mourning, major character death is wwx, who comes back, Family, Autistic LWJ, Kid Fic, JC and LWJ raise the kids, Co-parenting is hard, Emotional Hurt/Comfort) 

💖 WWWWXD (What would Wei Wuxian Do?) series by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 55k, wangxian, modern, high school and forward, fluff, panic attacks, angst w/ happy ending, autistic lwj, grief/mourning)

The Bunnysitter: a Post-it Romance by theLoyalRoyalGuard (G, 9k, wangxian, modern, fluff, ace lwj, autistic lwj, adhd wwx, hacker wwc)

Extraordinary Attorney Wangji by PaidSubscription (T, 57k, wangxian, JC/WQ, LXC/NMJ, modern, fluff, slow burn, getting together, autistic LWJ, WWX has ADHD, angst w happy ending, lawyers au, Extraordinary Attorney Woo storyline, LWJ loves rabbits, neurodivergent love)

The Passion of the Cut Sleeve by Afriendlyenigma (T, 25k, wangxian, modern, teachers au, loneliness, LWJ loves rabbits, getting together, romance, autistic LWJ, ADD/ADHD WWX, intimacy, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, touch-starved, slow burn, panic attacks, WIP)

You Helped Me (Wangxian) by Sheneadra (T, 11k, wangxian, modern, autism, autistic spectrum, autistic LWJ, ADHD, WWX has ADHD, teenager, teen romance, sign language, WIP)

Bunny Baby by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, LWJ Has Feelings, Soft WangXian, Gender-Nonconforming LWJ, Protective WWX, Bad Parent LQR, Fluff and Humor, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft boys being soft, POV WWX, Autistic LWJ, [Podfic of] Bunny Baby by frostedhearth)

Make The Fireflies Dance Silver Moon's Sparkling by Sweetlittlevampire (T, 23k, WangXian, Modern AU, High School, Friends to Lovers, Teenagers, Childhood Friends, Growing Up, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Slow Burn, First Kiss, First Love, Autistic LWJ)

a new kind of silence by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Autistic LWJ, Communication Disorder, Trans LWJ, Protective WWX, Pregnant LWJ, Panic Attacks, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Soft WangXian, POV WWX) and actually I would say check out all of this author's fics in their autistic lan zhan tag cause I rec them all!

leave all your love and your longing behind by ScarlettStorm (E, 143k, WangXian, Modern AU, no magic, Meet-Ugly, Panic Attacks, autistic lwj, neurodivergent wwx, the neighborhood asshole dog, if you’ve met one then you know, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, Happy Ending, for everyone including the   asshole dog, Eventual Smut, switch rights, Sex Toys, horny yearning, Masturbation)

End Racism On The OTW - In my quiet sea, waves would sometimes rise by jiejieaini (T, 3k, WangXian, Autistic LWJ, meltdowns, Fluff and Angst, Adoption, Happy Ending, Established Relationship)

Falling Headlong by floraidh (T, 35k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, skater au, First Meetings, First Kiss, Getting Together, autistic lwj)

as fearless as by thistleghost (T, 12k, WangXian, XiYao, Modern AU, High School, Coming Out, Protective Siblings, sensory processing, SPD LWJ, Implied Autistic LWJ, Misunderstandings, implied 3zun)

Silence Spell by unnecessary (E, 4k, WangXianJue, WangXian, Modern AU, PWP, Threesome - M/M/M, BDSM, dom LWJ, Sub WWX, Collars, Impact Play, Deepthroating, Anal Sex, Cock Warming, Overstimulation, Dom Drop, Aftercare, Autistic LWJ, (It's not mentioned directly but it's there), Spitroasting)

Petrichor by SunBlueSun (E, 8k, WangXian, Top/Bottom Switch WangXian, heat exhaustion, Hurt/Comfort, Comfort Sex, Playing Doctor, Praise Kink, (mild praise kink), mention of past torture, Canon-Typical Violence, h/c meta, Autistic LWJ, Mention of switching, Dirty Talk, Soft WangXian, Cuddling & Snuggling)

Pocket Too Deep for Play by bigamma (E, 57k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Vibrators, Easter Eggs, Sex Toys, Autistic LWJ, Female WWX, Female LWJ, WWX Has ADHD, Lacrosse, Christian Themes, Sports Medicine, YZY’s A+ Parenting, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Christian Holidays, Easter Egg Hunt, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Bible Quotes (Abrahamic Religions), Cunnilingus)

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15. ITMF where Lan Zhan is a househusband @yupkook

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16. Hiiiiii so for the next ITMF do you have any « 🪷 lotus pier Wangxian date » like I remember reading some but i can’t find them 😅 so lwj taking wwx’s ofer to visit ??? Thanks ✨✨✨✨✨✨ @ihaveasoftspotfora-yuan

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17. Hello Please recommend chengqing fics, anything apart from modern. Love you, Thank you, God bless you @dramaqueenrolf

The Needle and the Nail by littledust (E, 119k, ChengQing, WQ Lives, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Memory Loss, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Golden Core Reveal, First Time)

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, ChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It) While not a focus, definitely a goodread

Honestly you could choose pretty much anything by snowberryrose

For example Understanding by snowberryrose (G, 11k, JC/WQ, wangxian, JYL/JZX, fix-it)

Blame by snowberryrose (G, 12k, JC/WQ, wangxian, fix-it)

Sacrifice by snowberryrose (G, 12k, wangxian, JC/WQ, NHS & WN, friendship)

Apology by snowberryrose (M, 17k, JC/WQ, wangxian, JYL/JZX, canon divergence, fix-it, golden core reveal)

With Such Impossible Conveyance by Comfect (T, 99k, JC & WWX, wangxian, JC/WQ, major character death, fix-it, brotherly bonding, angst w happy ending, anger management, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, romance, everyone lives au, humor)

A Bell That Tells Us to Rise and Fight by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee (T, 120k, wangxian, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, SL/XXC, canon divergence, arranged marriage, everyone lives, women being awesome, content warning for JGS & XY & JGY, minor character death)

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[epiclamer]

HELLOO

villain caretaker and a sheepish hero whumpee ????????????????(!;!(&((!(!(' go

for you and your wife : 🌸🌺🌼🍄

Her favourite flower is lavender actually, but thank you.

Soup for the Soul

The scene in front of them was definitely not reflective of their hero. A shivering, shaking, sweating mess of their former self, buried under a mountain of blankets and tissues that fell to the floor after only a minute or so had passed in between the hero’s fingers.

Masking the slight worry in their mind with a smirk as the villain approached the other sprawled out on the couch. “What are you wearing?”

With only a slight delay, the hero’s head perked up from its spot on the armrest, only to fall back down after they had caught a glimpse of their nemesis in the corner of the room. The villain pushed themselves away from the wall and slowly centred around the hero, standing over them at last.

“I mean seriously, what is that?”

The hero sighed, dropping another tissue to the floor in defeat, pulling one more from their increasingly thinning box. “It’s all I have left. Everything else is covered in vomit or snot or some other sick germ.”

Their voice was sick—if their body didn’t portray that enough already—it was a deep sick, like one’s classic cold times eight. Mucus must’ve been coating their entire respiratory system, not to mention it probably fogged their brain up too.

“So you chose to go with the hot pink princess outfit? Made for twelve year old girls?”

“My mom bought it for me.” They snapped, too upset to not set off flags in the villain’s mind.

Idly the villain began reorganizing and fiddling with the medications and dishes on the coffee table at the hero’s feet. “My mom buys me things too, but it sure as hell isn’t from the women’s youth section.” They muttered, both hands filled with dirty dishes as they headed to deposit them in the kitchen. “And even if they were, you wouldn’t catch me wearing them if it meant I had to go to the dry cleaners naked.”

That got a chuckle out of the hero at least, a little bit of life still salvageable. The villain continued their tidying as the hero closed their eyes, shaking their head a little as they grinned.

“My advice? Call your mother and get your receipt to return it for something way more revealing.”

There was a pause, then the hero sighed again. “I don’t talk to her anymore.”

“Maybe your father has it?”

The villain watched as the hero shrugged, eyes still closed. “Don’t talk with him either.”

As much as the conversation had taken a somber turn, the villain had barely any experience with heavy subjects as such. Their main resort was humour, but they doubted that would help in a moment like this. Instead they tried their best to keep busy with their hands, purposefully clanking pots against each other and utensils together to fill the void-like silence.

Food always helped in tense situations like these, especially hot soup for the soul. So they let the silence stretch on until the only thing left to do was wait for a boil.

“If you don’t mind me asking; why?” Quietly as ever, the villain dug through the cabinets in the hero’s kitchen until the pads of their fingers struck gold.

The first aid kit.

The hero hummed, never looking up, focused entirely on relaxing their sore muscles as the villain approached. “We have a history of not seeing eye to eye.”

Dropping the first aid kit to the floor the villain followed suit as they sat. Gentle hands prying over the other’s arm as they got started, mumbling in agreement while they got out ointments, bandaids and gauze.

“But particularly we never agreed on me. My life, my choices, who I am.” Their skin flushed slightly at the touch of their nemesis, goosebumps coating them in a matter of seconds, which in their head they blamed on the cool sensation of the ointment being rubbed into their raw skin. But they knew it wasn’t the truth.

“Those ones are the worst.” The criminal whispered as they kept massaging the ointment into any scabs, scrapes or areas of flaky, dry skin. Their arms both looked a mess of eczema that was left far too long untreated.

The hero couldn’t stop the blush from reaching their cheeks as they watched the villain work diligently on their sorest spots. Noticing their issues and helping them fix it. The same type of care the hero would’ve killed for as a child. “Yeah…”

Embarrassed as they were, the hero was sure that the villain could hear them swallow nervously or at least feel their pounding heart. But if they did, they didn’t mention anything about it.

“Funnily enough, they still message me. Trying to get me to ‘change my mind’ or ‘take a different path’ as if this shit is my choice.”

The villain crooked an eyebrow, eyes flicking up for a millisecond to latch onto the hero’s before returning to their work. “I’m guessing they send you gifts too. Playing off the fact that these clothes look new and not like they were passed through your childhood.”

They nodded, shutting their eyes again as their face got redder. Avoiding any type of glance at themselves and their humiliating get up, the more they thought about it, the more the hero wanted to cry.

A bubbling hiss sounded from the kitchen and the villain shot up and ran to the stove. Immediately shutting off the burner and pulling the pot of soup off to try and stop it’s over-boiling, the villain breathed in content as it calmed down quickly. Taking out two bowls and two spoons as they poured equal parts before carrying it to the couch side where they last were.

“Don’t worry about it, okay?” They handed their enemy a bowl and a spoon, relishing in the cute dusting of pink on the tips of the other’s ears. “Eat up and then just relax. I’ll handle laundry and we’ll get you out of that get up, then I’ll treat the rest of you, sound good?”

The hero smiled, nodding their head once more as they struggled up to a seated position and shovelled the hot meal down their throat in seconds. Their parents wouldn’t have approved of the villain either, but they didn’t control the hero anymore.

The villain made them feel free, and that was all they needed.

#HERO IS A TRANSMAN (or nonbinaire) IF YOU SQUINT #IM SORRY I DIDNT DO ANYTJING FOR PRIDE MONTH #IM SO BEHIND #TRANS REP GUYS PLS #yall pls tell me this is okay/- #i dont know how to write trans characters— #is this okay???? #hero x villain #villain #villain x hero #hero #drabbles #fantasy #imagines #scenarios #hero and villain #villain and hero #heroes #villains #heroes x villains #villains x heroes #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #sickfic #sick hero #caretaker villain #whump #whumpee #caretaker #hero whump

[chenfordspiral]

ch. 30 - lucky one

Lucy loves wearing Tim's shirts, a double date, a pep talk, and feeling baby move some more.

October 2026

They opt not to have an actual gender reveal. Sharing the news that they’re having a daughter by just casually throwing it into conversation and then see the wheels turning is as much fun as they imagined it would be, and also comes with all the tears they expected. Well, they did expect tears from Tamara, maybe from Genny and the boys, definitely Angela and maybe Nyla, but they did not expect for Grey to burst into tears because he was so happy that they’d get to live and experience the joys of having a daughter. His reaction all but cemented their decision that he’d be their little one’s honorary grandfather (as if that had ever even been a question before).

And of course, now that they know they’re having a girl, they have no reason to hold back on shopping for baby supplies anymore. They already have a few things but they’d held off on buying anything big until Lucy was further along and they knew the baby’s sex. Which is why Lucy is all snuggled up on the couch after shift with her tablet and scrolling through one of the many websites she found to look for baby clothes.

“Find anything good?” Tim inquires when he comes back to join her, snacks she’d requested ten minutes ago in hand.

“Let’s just say I’m having trouble deciding which things not to get. It’s just all so stinking cute. Thanks,” she replies when he hands her the bowl full of strawberries with peanut butter and maple syrup.

“That sounds about right. Any favorites?” When the only answer he receives is silence, he tries again. “Lucy? Did you hear me?”

“Mh-hm.”

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” he asks curiously when he notices the way she’s staring at him.

“Gimmeyoushir’,” she mumbles around a mouthful of strawberry.

“What?”

She swallows. “Gimme your shirt!”

“I don’t- why?”

“Do I have to have a reason other than wanting it? Gimme your shirt!”

He lets out a sigh because he knows he can’t win. He also doesn’t really want to win because she’s pregnant and he wants her to be comfortable. So here he is, taking off his shirt even though he’s gonna be left naked from the waist up once again. “Here,” he says as he holds it out for her to take and then plops down on the couch next to her.

“Thank you,” she grins and promptly slips his shirt on over her own.

And really, seeing her obviously happy is worth every little thing she asks of him. She’s growing their baby, the least he can do is always make sure she’s okay. He thinks that’s the end of it and she’ll go back to scrolling through the internet, but then she’s suddenly crowding into his space and his arms are full of Lucy before he even understands what’s happening. She’s completely curled into him now, or well, at least as much as her ever-growing baby bump allows it, with her head resting right over his heart, one arm between them and the other curled around his waist.

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[raspberryfingers]

A Lion in the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 21)

WARNING: NSFW (only for about a paragraph)

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I was lying beside Tywin in bed, just barely waking up. Light was peaking through the windows in the tower of the hand, and I enjoyed the peace and quiet of the room. There was something so lovely about the golden sunlight that Tywin’s bedroom received in the mornings. 

He was still asleep beside me though, and I carefully turned over to observe him. He looked so peaceful as he slept, bare chest rising and falling with his breathing. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but at the same time, I wanted to let him sleep. 

It had only been a few days since I’d agreed to marry him, and what a wonderful few days they had been. We hadn’t told people yet, besides my grandmother and father, who of course already knew. Neither of us outright said it, but we both understood that once our engagement was announced, nothing would be peaceful until we were married.

I expected that once the news got out, the rumors about us that had died down would only be added to. All seven kingdoms would whisper, and Tywin and I would have to sit back and take it until we were married. 

More than anything, though, I was afraid of how Tywin’s children would take it. And by Tywin’s children, I of course meant Cersei. Jaime already knew, and I doubted Tyrion would care, especially since he was at Casterly Rock with Roslin now.

Still, I was genuinely worried that upon learning Tywin and I intended to marry, all seven hells would be brought down upon me. 

I took a deep breath, not wishing to think about it any longer. Not when Tywin was sleeping so peacefully beside me.

Or at least, he was. It seemed that just as I thought it, he gasped and sat up in bed, looking around in almost a panic. 

I instantly sat up as well, placing a hand on his back.

“Tywin? Are you alright?” I asked softly, rubbing his bare back and feeling the warmth of his skin underneath my hand. He nodded, swallowing and trying to calm himself. 

“What time is it?” He asked, trying to oriente himself somewhat.

“I don’t know, but it’s still early. Sleep a little longer,” I suggested softly. He didn’t say anything in reply, so I grabbed at his shoulders and pulled him back down with me. Tywin finally looked over and examined me completely, admiring my naked form. We’d had quite the night. 

Tywin was still quiet as he reached out for me and pulled me into his chest, kissing my forehead. I could hear the soft beating of his heart, and it made me smile. He was still just a man, even despite all his armor and walls. 

“Are you alright?” I asked again, though only at a whisper this time.

“I’m alright, (Y/N).”

“A bad dream?”

He didn’t reply to that, and I knew he didn’t want to discuss it further. I wrapped my arms around him instead, snuggling closer and intertwining our legs. There was something pleasant about the mornings that Tywin stayed in bed late enough for us to lay together. Though, it was rather odd he had actually listened to me and stayed in bed.

“You’re not busy today?” I questioned. 

“Not busy, no. Merely dreading it,” he answered with a sigh, one of his hands slowly coming down my back.

“Who are you meeting with?” I asked, knowing the only time he ever dreaded his work was when he had to speak with people. 

“Jaime and Cersei. I’m going to tell them today,” he revealed, making my heart drop. I stayed quiet, not knowing how to respond in a way that would’ve sounded relaxed. 

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” He inquired softly, adjusting himself and lifting my face so I would look at him. He looked just as stoic as he always did, and it didn’t help to reassure me.

“Yes, I am. Cersei already has enough disdain for me, and it’ll only get worse once she realizes you’re going to marry me,” I admitted, sighing and averting my eyes. He brushed my cheek with his thumb.

“I’m going to make it clear to her that I’m not replacing Joanna. Plus, she may be angry, but she wouldn’t dare to do anything. She would regret the day she was born if she did,” Tywin scoffed, laughing a bit at the end. I wanted to believe him, but to control Cersei was like… well, for lack of a better saying, trying to tame a lion.

“I suppose I ought to tell Margaery today as well, and perhaps send a raven to Loras. He’ll be happy to hear it,” I said, more to myself than anything. 

“I’m certain Margaery will appreciate the good news. I’m surprised you haven’t told her yet,” he mentioned, knowing that Margaery and I were quite close. 

“I’m nervous that she’ll feel like an afterthought if I tell her I’m going to be married. She’s still a priority to me,” I admitted, feeling guilty somehow.

“It’s possible to have multiple priorities, (Y/N). Now that your grandmother is here with her, you don’t need to worry so much.”

“I know… I just… I’m worried she’ll end up hurting herself or worse. She’s usually so strong, and it’s been odd to see her like this,” I said quietly, hating the feeling it gave me to think about it. 

“She’s getting better. She’s been out with Tommen the last few days, and is now staying in his chambers again,” he pointed out. 

“I know. I know. Still, I just…”

“You worry, I’m aware. She’ll be alright, (Y/N). All will be well.”

We laid there in silence for a bit as he stroked my hair, and I felt so comforted in his arms. Of all the things I could do today, of all the places in the Red Keep I could go, this was the only place I truly desired to be. 

“Part of me wishes we could just… just stay here forever. The two of us alone. It’s been nice having privacy,” I muttered, my finger tracing his lips. He kissed my fingertips and gazed at me sentimentally.

“Yes, it has been. But it’ll be worth it when I get to marry you. When everyone in all seven kingdoms knows that you’re mine,” he hissed while giving my ass a firm squeeze. I jumped a bit, but grinned at him mischievously and reached for his hair. Pulling his head down, I kissed him, and he let out a satisfied hum against my lips. 

Tywin grabbed at my hips, pulling me on top of him as he continued to kiss me. Part of me wondered how he still had a lust for more even after we’d spent the previous night exhausting each other. 

I supposed one can only acquire lots of power and gold by being insatiable, and that it did not only apply to power and gold. 

“Do you imagine all the men around you will look at you with even more envy than they already do?” I asked in between kisses, teasing him slightly because I knew most of it came from his inherent possessiveness. He chuckled, but said nothing, and that meant yes in this context. 

I began to kiss his neck, and he bucked his hips a bit in response. Gods, he was always so eager. At least it meant I was doing something right. 

“I know you’re upset that we have to tell people so soon, but today is the only good day for it. I’m quite busy for the next several days, and after that I’ll be leaving for Winterfell with the Lannister troops.” He had tried to say it casually, as if I might not notice it in my lust, but I certainly did notice it. 

“What?”

I instantly sat up, and for once, having my breasts in his face was not helping my cause. He looked like a small, hungry toddler. I moved my hand to his face, lifting his chin so he would actually meet my eyes. 

“Tywin, what do you mean you’re leaving for Winterfell with the Lannister troops?”

He sighed.

“I’m leading 500 men against Stannis, just as you requested that I do,” he said, trying to give me the technical answer, but I saw in his eyes he knew it wouldn’t work. 

“I requested that you send 500 men, not that you go yourself,” I said harshly, clenching my jaw. Tywin inhaled sharply and looked around before settling his eyes back on me.

“They’re Lannister men. My men. Who else but me would lead them into battle?”

“Kevan? Jaime? Any of your cousins? You could send any Lannister that isn’t you,” I said, motioning with my hands before setting them down on his chest. He placed his own hands on top of mine and shook his head.

“You wouldn’t want Loras leading your armies for you, (Y/N). Why would I let someone else lead for me?” He pointed out, eyebrows lifted at me. 

“Because you’re the Hand of the King! You are the hand of the king, Tywin. You ought to be here,” I argued, knowing deep down it was just because I didn’t want him to leave, especially if he was going to battle. 

“Kevan is already on his way here to rule in my stead. I would’ve asked Tyrion to do it if not for his recent marriage. He needs to be focusing on more important things,” Tywin grumbled, sighing as he looked up at me. He couldn’t resist a glance at my chest, however. Tywin was still a man, even if he was the best of them. 

“If you’re refusing to stay here, then let me go with you to Winterfell. I’ll fight alongside you,” I said suddenly, the idea sparking into my head. Suddenly I was excited. 

“Take you to Winterfell? No,” he scoffed, chuckling as if it was some ridiculous suggestion.

“Why not?” I asked harshly, not enjoying his tone.

“Because there’s absolutely no reason to! You’re not bringing any Tyrell troops with us, (Y/N). There is no reason whatsoever for you to come with me,” he said with a distinct irritation, despite lifting up his legs a bit to relieve some of the pressure off my knees. 

“I’m to be your wife, Tywin. Given that my skills are more suited to war than sewing and hosting parties, don’t you think I ought to spend time around your armies?” I reasoned, making his eyebrows stiffen and lips thin as he shook his head. 

“I do think you ought to get to know my men. However, given that you didn’t even know I was going to Winterfell until a few minutes ago, I can’t help but feel as though it’s a poor excuse,” he said, looking up at me with his stern eyes. I sighed, leaning my head back and gazing at the bed’s dark red canopy. 

“Yes, it is an excuse, but a valid reason nonetheless, and I’d like to go with you to Winterfell,” I told him calmly, knowing I could get a bit explosive when angered. 

“You mean you’d like to go to Winterfell so you can taste war again and get yourself hurt, despite just recovering from the wound you received in Dorne,” he remarked dully, a rather fed up look on his face. Normally, he would’ve been spot on with his assessment, and I considered lying and saying he was correct. Somehow, despite knowing that he constantly feared for my life, it made me embarrassed to tell him that I feared for his. 

“No, Tywin. That’s not it,” I whispered with a sigh. 

“Oh? Then what is?” He questioned, clearly not believing me. 

“I’m afraid. I’m afraid you’ll end up hurt. For the longest time I haven’t understood your fears about me, yet the thought of you fighting Stannis Baratheon makes me share the sentiment. I know you’re a capable fighter, Tywin, but even the best of us…” I voiced my concerns, swallowing as I did. There was a look of understanding in his eyes, as he was certainly familiar with the feeling I described. 

“That’s exactly why I can’t let you come with me, (Y/N).” 

“Tywin, if I’m with you, I can look after you. I can make certain you won’t be hurt. How is it better for you to be alone?” I questioned, knowing that my protection would be more valuable than that of a hundred men. Mainly because I cared more about him than any of those fools, but also because I was better at fighting than they were. 

“It’s better that you’re not with me because if you are, I’m going to spend the entire time looking after you instead of focusing on the men around me,” he said softly, a hand coming up to my cheek. I leaned into his warm palm, giving him a look of desperation.

“If I spend the entire battle looking after you, and you spend the entire battle looking after me, we’ll be fine. Stannis Baratheon is the reason I’m here with you right now, don’t you think we ought to thank him for it?” I reasoned, subtly insinuating that we should end him, together this time.

“Stannis Baratheon is the reason you ended up with a wound that nearly killed you.”

“Yes, and you carried me across the battlefield. Either we go together or you don’t go, Tywin.”

He seriously contemplated, staying quiet for a moment or two as he looked me directly in the eyes. He was fond of doing this, of making people back down with his icy stare. But no, I would not look away nor would I relent. My offer was final. 

“You really are in a rush to get yourself killed, aren’t you?” He said softly, to which I smiled and laughed. 

“You just noticed?”

He smiled at that too, and I leaned down to kiss him as his hands came back to my hips. 

“I’ll stay safe, Tywin, I promise,” I whispered, reassuring him as I kissed his shoulder. His hands slowly made their way up my sides, and he leaned into me.

“As will I, sweet girl.”

He kissed me again, and I could feel him beginning to grow hard under me. It truly amazed me just how eager he could be at times. 

“When are you going to tell your children?” I muttered as he began to suck at my neck. Excitement was filling my stomach, and I grinded against him.

“Soon. But first…”

He pushed me onto the mattress, flipping me onto my stomach and getting up behind me. He was standing on his knees, and I smiled as I raised my ass toward him. 

I heard his deep chuckle, and then felt his hands at my hips, dragging me closer to him as he mounted me. I moaned as he pushed inside me, my weight on my forearms. I threw my head back in pleasure, and I felt one of his hands come up my back.

“Is this making you excited to tell your children?” I teased, laughing slightly as he began to thrust into me. 

“It’s helping me clear my head,” he groaned, fingers gripping at my hips to hold me close. It made me recall something Bronn had said to Jaime on our way to Dorne.

Nothing like a good fuck before a fight. 

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Tywin wasn’t nervous, but he was already annoyed. He was at his desk, and he expected his children any minute now. This annoyance came from the fact that he knew this conversation would not go smoothly, and it was extremely burdensome to him that his children always felt the need to make things difficult. 

Maybe they got it from him. That was what you suspected, at least. 

Meanwhile, Jaime and Cersei felt the same sinking fear in their stomachs that they got whenever their father decided to call upon them. They never knew what to expect from their father, minus that they would be looked down upon in one way or another. Their father was above compliments, as success was an expectation and failure was a disappointment. 

And, their father never cared enough to inform them of his own decisions and opinions. In the same way, they often assumed they were above his too. Tywin frequently wished his children would ask his opinion before deciding to do things. Their family would be even more powerful and successful if they did. 

There was a knock upon the door, and Tywin instantly rose from his seat, making his way over to the table and sitting down at the head of it. 

When the door opened, Cersei walked in first, then followed by her twin brother. The fear in both of their eyes reminded him of when they were children and he couldn’t tell them apart. 

“Father,” Jaime greeted, armor clanking as he sat down two chairs away from his father. Cersei sat one closer on the opposite side, trying to appear a bit more brave. Tywin paid them no mind, trying to figure out what he was going to say. 

“I have news for the two of you,” he said once they were both settled in. He poured two cups of wine and offered them, which made both children cautious. It was rare that their father drank with them. In a setting like this, anyways. 

“Just for the two of us?” Cersei questioned, wary eyes settling on her fathers. 

“No. A raven has been sent to your younger brother, rest assured. And once the three of you know, so will all seven kingdoms,” he remarked, taking a sip of wine. Jaime looked over at his sister, but she did not look back at him. He could tell by the look on her face, however, that she was thinking the same thing.

What in the seven hells was going on?

“I’m assuming it’s not news we’re going to like,” Jaime said then, never wanting to expect good news from his father. If it had been good, Tywin would’ve sounded smug. 

“I don’t expect you to feel any way about it. More than anything, because it doesn’t matter if you’re upset, it’ll happen regardless,” Tywin replied, really not making things any clearer to his children. In a way, he almost enjoyed the confusion in their eyes.

“It will happen?” Jaime inquired, making Cersei wish he’d just shut up and wait for their father to tell them the damned news. 

“I’m going to marry (Y/N) Tyrell.”

Most fathers—especially ones that had lost their wives—would have taken their time with the subject, or perhaps began by explaining that their children's mother would in no way be replaced. 

But Tywin Lannister was not most fathers, and that had been abundantly clear for quite some time. 

Both Cersei and Jaime remained quiet, but the distinct difference was in their eyes. There was a decent amount of shock in Jaime’s eyes, because even despite what you had told him in Dorne, he’d never believed his father would go so far as to actually marry you.

Cersei, on the other hand, looked furious. Though Tywin knew her well enough to know that beneath her anger, there was a great hurt. She looked as if she might cry, and it didn’t entirely surprise him. 

“Why- why would the most powerful man in Westeros have any reason for a political marriage? Especially with a house he’s already allied with,” Jaime questioned, wanting to hear what his father had to say about all this. Would he lie?

“He wouldn’t. I have no political motives.”

Cersei’s jaw was clenched so tight it was beginning to feel sore. 

“So the rumors are true?” Jaime asked softly. Tywin nodded, and Cersei gripped the arms of her chair.

“So I was right? The entire time, I was right, and yet you continued to lie because you didn’t want to admit that you’d be letting her manipulate you,” Cersei said through her teeth, making Jaime raise both eyebrows.

“What?” 

“She has not been manipulating me. I told you this before, it’s because I respect her,” Tywin said sharply, to which his daughter laughed and shook her head. Jaime’s exclamation had been ignored, he was not of any importance to either his sister or his father in this discussion. 

“Yes, it has nothing to do with the fact that she lets you fuck her and in turn you do whatever she wants, and she’s been doing it so well that now you want to marry her,” Cersei continued, though she was walking on eggshells and all present knew it. Tywin’s eyes ignited, making her lean back just a bit. Enough to be noticeable, however. Jaime attempted to intervene. 

“Cersei-“ 

“Out! Get out!”

Jaime sighed, standing from the table and looking over at his father. He had no visible reaction to Cersei telling him to leave, and he took it as a sign. In all honesty, he did not want to witness whatever was about to be said. If their father could not control her, he certainly wouldn’t be able to. 

He pushed his chair in before leaving the room, utter silence as Tywin and Cersei stared each other down. 

“Do you want me to be honest with you, Cersei? Will you actually listen?” Tywin scowled, downing more wine as he finished his sentence. She began to open her mouth, but he didn’t let her say anything.

“I bedded Lady (Y/N) for the first time right before she left for Dorne. We were romantically engaged beforehand, but I was not being manipulated. You may not want to believe it, but she is quite intelligent and she is very capable. That’s why I listen to her. Do you really think I’d marry a woman whose advice I didn’t trust? Do you think I’d marry a fool?” 

Cersei stayed quiet for a moment, and then she smiled to herself. It was not genuine, of course.

“Do you want to know what I told Tyrion once?”

“Not particularly, no.”

“I told him that the reason Lord Varys is so dangerous is because he has no cock. I told him that most men are only capable of thinking with the little, ugly worms between their legs and nothing else,” Cersei said slowly, fire still in her eyes. Tywin scoffed at that before giving an audible laugh. It caught his daughter off guard.

“And am I most men, Cersei? Tell me, do you truly think that? You’re correct, most men think with their cocks and not their brains, I saw it happen with my father and his whores,” Tywin scowled, recalling the bitter memories. The man had given her his mothers’ jewelry. The thought always managed to make Tywin feel anger and disgust. 

“And I’ll admit it, like all men, I have sexual desires. Over the years, I’ve laid with many whores. Not that any of you would ever know, a decent man ought to keep that to himself. But never once has that desire impacted a decision I made for our family, and it never will. If all I wanted was a whore, I’d buy one. I’m not marrying (Y/N) because I desire her, I’m marrying her because I love her,” he explained, voice softening at the end. Cersei tried to process all that she’d just heard. 

Her father laid with whores? Somehow, it didn’t seem possible to her. It had never even crossed her mind that he might let someone so far beneath him even touch him, let alone fuck him. She didn’t want to believe it. She knew it wasn’t the same, of course, but the thought of her father bedding whores humanized him in a way she couldn’t handle. She couldn’t bear the thought of him being just like every other man. 

But more than that, she didn’t want to believe that her father actually loved you. It might’ve even been easier for her to process this marriage if he truly only had wanted to fuck you. Maybe it wouldn’t feel like such a betrayal. 

Not to her, but to her mother. 

After their mother had died, Cersei had watched and observed the change in her father more than Jaime had. Cersei had been outside the door when her mother died, and when the handmaidens left the room to give Tywin some space, she vividly remembered the sight of her father at the bedside. He had been holding her mothers lifeless body, and sobbing violently as he did. She’d never seen her father cry before that day, and she never had since. She often felt that if it hadn’t been so vivid, she might’ve made it up in her head. 

It seemed impossible to Cersei that even after that, her father had managed to fall in love with another woman. 

Tywin could see all the thoughts rushing through his daughter's head as he spoke, and Cersei had continued to stay quiet even after he’d finished. 

“Does it upset you that I love her?” He asked softly, feeling that perhaps he might’ve caught Cersei in precisely the right mood to ask that. Of course, the last thing Cersei wanted was to appear vulnerable. She rose from her chair, the legs scraping against the floor as she did.

“Does it upset me? After you married me off to Robert and tried to do it again with Loras Tyrell? Does it upset me that you get to marry her because you love her?” She hissed, hands planted on the table as she leaned over her father. 

“Your marriage to Robert made you queen, and if I recall correctly, you were quite excited to marry Robert at first,” he pointed out, to which she laughed and looked away, head hanging down for a moment before she unleashed her full anger.

“Yes, yes, I was excited to marry Robert. I’m sure you can imagine just how quickly that changed when he moaned Lyanna Stark’s name in my ear on our wedding night!” She yelled, though it wasn’t exactly directed at her father. The anger was just anger. It was for Robert but toward nobody in particular. 

Tywin would have made a snide comment, but Lyanna Stark had always been a rough subject for Cersei and he knew that. The two men—it was only two as far as Tywin was concerned—that Cersei had ever loved both wanted Lyanna Stark. 

“How would you have felt, father? How would you have felt if upon marrying my mother, she had whispered ‘Aerys’ in your ear!” Cersei continued to shout. She had not meant to take out this memory on her father, but she had lit the fuse, and it was something she could no longer contain. 

As she said it, she knew her mistake, but her mouth had already opened and she knew she had to go through with it.

Tywin’s eyes looked as if all seven hells were threatening to escape from inside of him, and he shot out of his chair within seconds. 

Cersei stepped back from the table, afraid he might hit her for saying such a thing. Upon seeing his daughter do this, guilt consumed Tywin for just a moment.

Then he was furious again. 

“You would do well to never speak that man’s name in the same sentence as your mother again, do you understand me?” His tone was low and deep, and Cersei couldn’t recall the last time she’d heard him speak with such a fury in his voice. 

She was silent for a moment, and then she hung her head.

“I’m sorry, father. I shouldn’t have said it,” she whispered. It was genuine, too. She regretted that it had slipped from her mouth, more because she knew that her mother had only loved one man as long as she’d lived, and it certainly had not been the Mad King.

Tywin said nothing, and merely took a deep breath. While this conversation was not going as he’d wanted it to, it certainly could’ve been much worse and he knew that. 

“It’s your mother, isn’t it? That’s why you’re upset,” he said, voice more genuine than anything. Cersei, though she didn’t want to, felt herself soften. Her shoulders relaxed and so did her jaw. Tywin knew he didn’t have to ask, he was right. Nevertheless, he didn’t want to appear condescending. If he did that, Cersei would merely claim he knew nothing about how she felt. 

When he received nothing but silence, he made his way toward Cersei and took her in his arms. She stood there frozen for a moment. Was her father hugging her? 

When he did not let go, she let her hands come to his back, and she buried her face in his shoulder. His scent was so familiar to her, and even though she knew he’d brought her great pain throughout her life, it still brought her great comfort. He was her father through and through. Despite his demands and his constant disappointment, Cersei had always known that no matter how many times she fell short, Tywin would always defend her when others felt the same way he did. 

He would always say ‘you’re a Lannister,’ and yet Cersei could recall several times in which it had sounded more like ‘you’re my daughter,’ when he’d said it. 

“I’m not replacing your mother, Cersei. I will never replace her. Whatever love I have for Lady (Y/N) does not diminish how I felt, and continue to feel, about your mother. Loving another woman does not mean I’ve stopped loving her,” Tywin whispered, feeling Cersei clutch at him a bit tighter now. Without seeing her face, it almost felt like he was hugging Joanna. It made him sentimental, and oddly sad. He loved you so dearly, and yet even despite that, he would never be able to fully recover from Joanna’s death. 

Cersei said nothing, but instead began to cry. It was involuntary, and she tried to stop herself, but found that she couldn’t while she was buried in her fathers chest this way. Feeling as though he genuinely loved and cared about her seemed to affect Cersei in a way she never would’ve expected. 

That, combined with memories of her dead mother, seemed to break Cersei. She thought her father might pull away, uncomfortable and disappointed. But he did not. 

Instead, he began to pet her hair, letting her cry as she needed to. 

“I’ve never been like mother. I see her face in the mirror sometimes but I never hear her voice when I speak,” Cersei choked out, sniffling and looking up at her father now. Tywin wiped the tears from her cheeks and held her gaze. 

“Mother was always kind. She was firm but never cruel. All I can ever do is be cruel,” she whispered, looking down. 

“You love your children, Cersei. All mothers do. If you want to be like your own mother, perhaps try to consider that. You might also want to consider that not everyone around you has malicious intentions. It’s always good to be aware, but it’s alright to make alliances. When you see everyone around you as an enemy, they become enemies,” Tywin said, trying to get it into her head that often the people around you can be beneficial. 

If Cersei was honest, you were her favorite of the Tyrell women. Margaery had dug her claws into Tommen, and your grandmother was well… your grandmother. 

Especially after you'd brought Myrcella home, Cersei had decided you were at the very least better than most of the women at court. That normally wasn’t much, but it was a lot by Cersei’s standards. She was by no means happy that you were going to marry her father, but if he was intent upon marrying, she was glad it was you. 

On top of that, if you truly had earned her fathers respect and admiration, she felt she might as well attempt to engage with you. Gods, there were so many Tyrells in her family now. 

“I’m glad you’re happy, father. You smile more now,” Cersei muttered, appreciating how warm her fathers eyes were when he wasn’t annoyed. She couldn’t help but wonder if this would be like the day she found him crying. Something that would happen once and then never again. 

“She’s made me a better man.”

“Thank the gods.”

“No, Cersei. Thank (Y/N).”

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In which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 21 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 22 (Word count: 4k)

About a month had passed since that very eventful evening. Harry was right, nothing could take away from the joy having told each other “I love you” had brought. Not even all the chaos that had led up to that point. 

Looking back, you remembered none of the bad stuff. You’d been on cloud nine, ever since. Harry wouldn’t even discuss you going back to live in another city when you could work remotely just fine, and in truth you didn’t want to go live 2 hours away from him either. So, at his suggestion, you’d been practically living together ever since that day, more or less straight out of your already impromptu California bag. You didn’t even go back once to your place to get more of your stuff, but you hadn’t needed anything since you were working from home and barely put on any clothes to begin with.

The two of you were acting as though you were on your honeymoon. That’s what it felt like. You’d had a trial run on your trip together but this was something else entirely. Harry sometimes worked from home but mostly he had to go in office, and on site to various projects he was overlooking, and when he’d come back home you felt your heart swell. You’d never imagined you could enjoy this domestic angle to a relationship. But you loved waiting for him to come back home to you. You missed him as soon as he left out the door and couldn’t wait to see him come back to you. You were someone who normally valued alone time a lot, but with Harry you never felt smothered or like you needed time to yourself. You knew it was healthy to spend time apart but you weren’t yet ready to share him with the outside world. You felt it was unfair the two of you had to work when you had much more important stuff to do, like making love all day.

Harry of course was over the moon to have you all to himself. He loved throwing his briefcase on the dining room table when he got back from work, even when you were already on the couch next to it, and yelling “Honey, I’m home!”, the biggest, brightest grin on his face. To which you’d respond in various ways, his favourite seemingly the one where you hitched up the already skimpy piece of clothing you would lounge around the house in, spreading your thighs widely and revealing your naked core to him, and saying “Nuh-huh, daddy. Here’s your home, balls deep inside me”. 

Harry went feral the first time you pulled that stunt on him.

You even spent Valentine’s tucked away from the world as well. Harry kept you in bed all day. He started by having his own “breakfast” in bed. Then he brought you your (actual) breakfast in bed, on a proper tray and everything, even adorned with a singular dwarf sunflower and insisted on spoon feeding you and also that you don’t cover your breasts while you eat so that he can lick trails of strawberry jam off your nipples. 

Then, needles to say you were all sticky and you had to take a shower together so he could make sure you’re squeaky clean, but only after he fucked you silly and let you have your own sticky desert at the end. You then got back in bed and Harry rested his head in your lap (he still insisted you don’t cover your breasts with the bedsheet) reading poetry out loud to you from his favourite author, he’d underlined his copy all week in preparation. You just carded your fingers through his curls and looked at him dreamily, enjoying the slow cadence of his deep voice and that’s how you fell asleep in the afternoon, him mouthing at your breasts to his heart’s content. 

He woke you up though, just as the february sun was setting early, he had more in store for you. He wanted to edge you while you read him back some of the poems he picked, you had to make sure you didn’t stutter, otherwise he’d stop. He didn't let you come for nearly an hour, lapping lazily at your pussy, his head resting in the crease of your thigh, fingers pumping slowly inside you. And after all that, he fucked you- hard, and you soaked the bedding. 

He next ran a bath for both of you, even lit up candles all around the tub, used your special bath bombs and propped up a chair with a rom-com to watch on his laptop as you sat between his legs and he massaged shampoo into your scalp until you groaned in bliss. 

He changed the bed linen and got dinner ready while you blow dried your hair. He made you your favorite, pasta carbonara from scratch and coupled it with your preferred wine but pouted at you for putting on clothes, although he’d also put on sweatpants, as you’d pointed out, so he let it slide. 

Since you were (partially) dressed you asked for a late night car ride and Harry was pleased to indulge you. You held hands over the console while soppy valentine’s day music played over the radio, and you ended up nodding off, your temple against the window. He drove back home, gently took you back into bed and you didn’t wake up until he tried to wiggle you out of your jeans so that you’d be comfy. You were in his arms, ready to fall back asleep but there was just one thing missing, and he was more than willing when you asked to cockwarm him, but you ended up making slow, unhurried love instead.

Needless to say, it’d been a Valentine’s Day you wouldn’t be forgetting too soon.

All in all, living with Harry had been a smoother transition than you’d have ever imagined it to be. You still kept your lease on your flat for the time being, but Harry had been hinting at figuring out something in the near future, a clean slate for both of you. 

Maybe another state, somewhere warmer since both of you seemed to enjoy it better, it was up to your hearts’ desire, really. He felt like there was no real reason to stick around, especially now that Emily was away for college in another state anyway and likely wouldn’t ever move back to her hometown afterwards.

Speaking of Emily, that was the only thing putting a damper on all of this.

Harry tried hiding it from you, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. You knew it was affecting him badly. He really hadn’t anticipated Emily to hold this big of a grudge over the whole thing- she wouldn’t talk to him at all. You tried not to pry, let him tell you what little he wanted to, but he didn’t want to talk about it at all. And you didn’t want to push him. You’d told him you were there for him if he ever wanted to talk about it but he always reassured you it’d be fine eventually and to not worry about it. 

But you were worrying about it. 

He was so sad sometimes that you could hardly do anything to get his mind off things. He had every right to be sad about it. You knew how special his bond with his daughter was, and of course you couldn’t help but feel responsible for all of it.

You, on the other hand, hadn’t spoken at all with your family either but for very different reasons. They hadn’t tried getting in touch either. All you knew about them anymore was coming from Niall, that over the top lawyer Harry had. The whole thing was a legal mess. Yes, Harry had paid a fine for public misdemeanour, luckily your father was alright so there was no solid ground for any further charges against him (he did deliver just that one punch, to be fair-- but luckily the fall your father took hadn’t been fatal or very serious even); but the whole thing with Derek and the drugs he’d planted on Emily was ongoing. These things are slow like that, at least that’s what Niall had said, and Harry was upset that this was hanging over his daughter’s head for as long as it had been, but you had no choice but to go through the albeit slow legal process of it all. Harry had turned in the evidence he had from the private detective he’d hired to keep an eye on Derek (and for good reason, as it turned out), so it was really just a matter of waiting it out, the outcome was surely in your favour but still it was upsetting that it was taking so long.

You hated seeing Harry so thorn over it. But there was nothing you could do except trust him that in time Emily would turn around… though you doubted it. You never told him as much, of course. You had much different issues with your own father, but still you tried putting yourself in her shoes and it wasn’t pretty, you could admit it. Had she not had to find out about it this way, maybe things would have been much different; as it was though, you could imagine the shock Emily must’ve had when it all came crashing down on her like that, and she’d already been quite shaken up about the whole thing with Derek, emotionally, but not to mention its legal ramifications also.

It was with her in mind that you snapped out of your reverie when you heard a loud noise from across the hall. You were home alone that day, working (or supposed to be working when you were not too busy daydreaming about Harry) and with a quick glance at the time on your work laptop you realized he was unusually early. It wasn’t that Harry had a clear schedule, a 9 to 5 job, but you could gauge how long he’d be away by now, and also, he’d usually text you on his way home asking for your preference on what you should have for dinner. He loved picking up fresh groceries and loved cooking with said groceries almost on a daily basis if he wasn’t too tired from work. 

As you were processing all of this the noises got louder and you decided to go see what he was up to, a bit upset that he hadn’t stopped by the bedroom first to check in on you. Usually you would work from the dining room table but today you’d felt particularly lazy and work had been slow. Maybe it was because he disliked it when you were displaying this level of laziness. He’d never told you, but you could tell he couldn’t understand how you could work from bed when he had a perfectly fit office you could use, or the dining room table at the very least. When he worked from home, he always used the office and he would change out of his usual sweatpants he wore on lazy weekends. He didn’t suit up or anything (that would’ve been a touch too crazy, even for Harry’s workaholic ways) but he wore something he would wear on a casual day out maybe, he said it put him in a work mindset. You of course just thought he was mental. But you kept that to yourself, just like he did when it came to your working from bed sometimes. You did wonder whether he’d snap one of these days, the idea too much for his OCD, and maybe today was the day, seeing as he didn’t come to greet you and went straight for what sounded like the kitchen.

You trotted across the hallway and when you realized the kitchen was clear you were scared half to death when a young woman that you then recognized as Emily came out of her bedroom next to it. 

“Fuck! You scared the living hell out of me!” you laughed out incredulously, clutching your oversized t-shirt to your chest over your rapidly beating heart.

Emily didn’t find it funny in the least though, considering the death stare she was casting upon you “You’re here.”

You cleared your throat, trying to compose yourself “Uhm, yes, I am. I wasn’t expecting anyone… sorry” 

Emily scanned you head to toe in disdain “Clearly. Maybe you should’ve. This is my house. Well. It’s my dad’s, but I live here too”

You felt yourself blush. She was right, of course. You weren’t even wearing any underwear, but Harry’s old t-shirt was long enough to ensure your modesty “I only meant… Harry didn’t say you were coming over”

“He doesn’t know I’m here. I came for my stuff. Luckily for you, you won’t have to worry about unannounced visitors anymore, I’m clearing out my room”

“Emily…” 

“Nope. Don’t wanna hear it. I didn’t see your car up front, otherwise I wouldn’t have come in. Don’t wanna see your face as much as I don’t want to see his”

“It’s… it’s in the shop. Harry insisted he’d have his mechanic look over it…” you cleared your throat, you were rambling “Listen, Emily, I know it’s not my place, but--”

“You’re right, it’s not, so shut it. I’m here now so I’ll just get this over with. Go ahead and go back to laying around half naked all day while my dad breaks his back at work for you or whatever it is you do all day”

“... Excuse me?”

Emily rolled her eyes “I don’t give a fuck. Just get out of my face. Better not find anything missing from my room, though.”

You stepped closer then “Emily, I get that you’re upset, I really do, but this is crossing a line”

“Ha!” she laughed incredulously, getting closer too “Crossing a line, am I? Look who’s talking! Little miss <<let me drive you home and seduce your dad while I'm at it>> herself”

You gasped “I… Wow. I did not-- Emily, whatever you think it is that happened you’re imagining it all wrong. I didn’t set out to seduce anyone! And no one seduced anyone, what do you think is going on here exactly?”

She shrugged “You’re just taking advantage of my dad being lonely. Saw his place, figured he was doing well for himself. I saw yours and know you aren’t, or at least your parents aren’t. Lord knows Derek has been complaining about them not affording stuff for him”

“What!?-- They just bought him a car, whereas I had to take a loan from my father for mine. And this doesn’t even concern you! And most of all- how dare you imply I’m after your father’s money!?”

She scoffed “Why else are you here then? Sure, dad is a sweetheart-- but he’s old!”

“He’s not old, he’s older, there’s a difference!” you furrowed your brows “He had you very young, and I’m not your age, Emily. I’m 26. He’s 42. Sure, there’s a significant age gap, but stop treating him like he’s a senior citizen and I’m underage. You’re blowing this way out of proportion!’ 

“Oh, am I? He could be a grandfather!”

Your eyes widened and immediately dropped to her midsection. You noticed how she fidgeted under your gaze but before you could open your mouth further you heard the front door and heard Harry’s amused voice before you saw him making his way to you “Are you watching those despicable housewives show again? They just won’t stop bickering, huh?”

The sweet grin on his face faded instantaneously as he froze in place the moment he laid eyes on the two of you. Nobody was saying anything so you cleared your throat “I’ll give you guys some privacy” and meant to walk away but Emily snapped

“No, stay. I want you to hear what I’ve got to tell him, too”

“Ems…”

“No, dad, you don’t get to sweet talk your way out of this. I came to get my stuff, only to bump into your half naked… plaything! Do you have any idea how mortifying this is? This is my home, too! You were so quick to replace me, weren’t you?! Hell, she’s about my age, why not let her be your new pretend daughter? Ugh. I’m gonna be sick. All of this is sick… You’re sick!”

“Emily.” Harry’s stern voice surprised even you, you could feel your blood freeze in your veins, but to your shock, she continued

“No, no. You are! I was just telling her how sick and perverted this whole thing is! You’re old! Why can’t you act your age? And, are you really that gullible? She’s clearly sticking around for as long as she can profit off of you. What is wrong with men?! I can’t believe you turned out to be just another sick bastard, like all of them! Not only that, but you’re apparently also violent?! What the hell is wrong with you!? My whole life has been a lie! You’re not the man I thought you were, not in the least!”

Your downcast eyes peeped a look at Harry and you could tell that under all that angry facade his heart was shattering. Emily was being brutal. And he had to sit there and take it with a brave face, be the father she was falsely accusing him not to be “You stop this right this instance! I won’t allow it! Like it or not, I’m still your father and you will not raise your voice at me, let alone judge me. You’re wrong, by the way, terribly so, but you’re too much of a child to see it. You’ve done some terrible mistakes, Emily, ones I’ve clearly warned you about, yet you have the nerve to cast judgement on what I’m doing?! Since when do you think that’s acceptable?”

“I--”

“Shut it. I don’t want to hear it! You’ve said enough. I’m terribly disappointed in you, Emily. I wanted to talk to you, explain all of this in a mature, adult conversation, since I thought you were grown enough to have one, but things that were out of my control escalated in such a manner that you had to see and hear things that you shouldn’t have- not like that, at least. And for that, I’m sorry. But I won’t apologise for my personal decisions, I don’t even have to explain them to you! My love life is none of your business! Whom I date is none of your business! I’m not bringing a woman home telling you this is your new stepmother, something you didn’t second guess as a child when your mother did it- but somehow I’m held responsible now that you’re all grown and away for college? I wanted to tell you because I love you and I want us to always be as close as we’ve ever been. I couldn’t tell you the way I wanted to, but I never imagined you’d end up saying such vile things about a person you don’t even know, at the end of the day!”

“Oh, but I do know her! I know her and her brother and that whole awful family of theirs! They’re nothing but scammers, dad. And you’re falling for it!--”

“I won’t have it, Emily, I’m not letting this go any further. You’re blinded by hatred. I can’t believe half the things you’ve said to me today! This is not the kind, gentle soul I’ve helped raise from as small as my own two palms!” he held his hands before him and you could see he was fighting off tears but was losing the battle 

“And you’re not the father I thought you were! Stop trying to spin this on its head and make me the bad guy! You’ve kept things from me, I don’t even recognize you any more!”

“That’s not true! Nothing changed, if you would just stop whining like a brat and start acting your age I would try talking to you about it! But you’ve hurt me, Emily! This is the woman I love you’re spitting venom at!”

“Love!? Please! Are you kidding me right now? And what about me, your own daughter! You’re really picking her over me!?” her voice was wavering now as well, and you could see tears well up in her own eyes too

“There’s never been a matter of choice, Ems. You’re my kid, I’ll love you no matter what, always, even now when you’re being so awful! But that doesn’t mean you get to say and do whatever you want! Why are you being like this? Do you not want to see me happy?”

Emily groaned in frustration, wiping her tears away “I can’t believe you right now! You are! You are choosing her over me!”

“Petal--”

“No! No, no, no!” she shrieked, covering her ears “I don’t wanna hear it! This is sickening! She could be your daughter, what the hell is wrong with you!? Stop it, stop! It’s either her or me! Understand?”

“No, it’s not, Emily” his voice was back to being stern, she was losing her grasp on reality and Harry needed to be a grounding presence so that she could snap out of her histeria “You stop it! You’re acting like a child!”

“I don’t care!” she shouted, stomping past you and into his face “If you have any semblance of decency in you you’ll end this! You hear me? It’s either her or me! I mean it! I can’t be around you when you’re going to act like a sick twisted old man with a Lolita kink! That’s not my father! I won’t accept it!”

You covered your face at her words, it was unbearable. They must’ve just stared eachother down for a beat because next thing you knew you heard the front door again and Emily was gone.

You watched Harry stare at his feet, his hands on his hips, chewing nervously on his lower lip and you finally whispered “Oh my God…”

His eyes snapped back up at you, almost as though he’d momentarily forgotten you were in the room and the more he looked into your eyes  the more you could see his own shine, tears threatening to spill and you quickly made your way towards him, pulling him into a tight hug. He hugged you back just as tight and then you felt him shake violently in your arms, quiet sobs he was trying to muffle rattling through his whole body

“Oh, baby…” you cradled the back of his head in the crook of your neck and tried soothing him, but he was beyond his breaking point. You realized you couldn’t hold him upright anymore and you both kneeled to the floor where you felt you could handle holding his upper body in your arms. He was leaning his entire weight on you, and he was much heavier than you’d ever realized until then. He was truly heartbroken, you’d never seen him like this “Shhhh… it’s ok, it’s gonna be ok…”

He shook his head, and you felt just how wet he’d gotten your t-shirt on that side “She’s never gonna get over it”

“She will. She’ll come around…”

“No, she won’t” he gasped for air and you cradled his face in your hands. His eyes were bloodshot, he looked a mess. You’d never seen him this shattered. You’d never seen anyone like this. It broke your heart in ways you never knew were even possible “I know her. She’s not gonna let this go. She’ll never understand”

You gulped, searching his eyes. He was utterly heartbroken. 

And it was all your fault.

“Please stop crying, baby. I can’t see you like this” you let out a sob you didn’t know you were holding in “I can’t. It’s breaking my heart. Please, I can’t see you hurt like this”

Harry pulled you into his arms then but you could tell he was still crying. He pressed his cheek to the top of your head and you could literally feel his heavy yet silent tears wet your hair “You’re right” he tried to sound calm but you knew he was holding back for you now and that made you feel even worse “She’ll turn around”

But you both knew that was a lie you were telling eachother but not to yourselves. Emily was not going to budge. So much was clear to you both.

He had to choose. 

And he would never make the choice. He’d never be able to live with himself no matter what he chose.

“It’ll be ok. I promise, Harry” you held him tight, squeezing your eyes shut and yet a fresh stream of tears still made their way between your lashes. You knew, in that moment, that you had to make the choice for him. “I love you...”

Chapter 23

A/N: DON'T KILL ME 💀! REMEMBER, THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER 😅

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Surface Tension

Chapter 7 - There's No Music Anymore

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: some violence, light assault

Summary: Somehow things get worse

Notes: Just for some levity, because these chapters made me sad, Patrick Wilson just has a shit ton of shirtless/naked GIFS, like the man hates clothes and I for one, understand, good for him, but it makes it very hard to find GIFs of sadness, comments/critiques appreciated!

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They finally stopped swimming once they hit actual deep water. Hendrix gripped one of Y/N’s arms while an Atlantian soldier gripped the other. They met up with two more soldiers and Queen Atlanna. She looked surprised at first but then mirrored her face to look at Hendrix confused. He held out Y/N as if he were offering the queen a crown.

“What are you doing with this person?” Atlanna asked, pretending she had never seen the girl before. She didn’t want to explain why she would know Y/N. Orm was still in hiding and this complication wasn’t something she wanted to lead back to him.

“This is Y/N Velix, bastard child of former councilwoman Roux Velix, she was the perpetrator of the attempted assassination of King Orm on his coronation day,” he said, smiling wide with pride. Finally, he could push the suspicion in the kingdom off himself, offer her up as the sacrifice for that day. Make way for the king to trust him and eventually he would kill him and ascend the throne himself.

“This is the woman who shot the pulsar at him?” Atlanna asked, shocked. She had obviously been exiled during that time, but she had heard about the coronation, had seen the footage that Hendrix had found of that day. But she had also seen how Y/N looked at Orm in that café. Whatever thoughts of killing him she had had then she did not have now. Right now, she looked devastated, shaking her head while fighting against Hendrix specifically, not the other guard. She didn’t want Hendrix to touch her.

“Yes, she was with the terrorist group know as Atlantis for All that I infiltrated. I heard their plan, and she was the leader,” he said. Then he smiled even more. “And I thought I saw someone we all thought dead my queen, another criminal on the run. Who was that man terrorist? Tell me his name and you perhaps will have mercy.” Y/N froze and looked at him. Atlanna’s jaw twitched, knowing that he was speaking of Orm. He was still assumed dead during the Black Trident attack, and they needed to keep it that way. Y/N could ruin it all and save herself right now.

“I don’t know who you think he is but he’s just a surface dweller, nothing important, you won’t see him again,” she said. Hendrix glared and slapped her. “Tell the truth trash!” he yelled. She turned her face to look at him, now past fear and into anger.

“He’s a surface dweller, he left, he won’t be coming back to me,” she said, enunciating as if he were a toddler. Hendrix snarled, taking his hand off her to wind up for a better hit. Y/N took the opportunity and swam at Atlanna, pretending to be trying to run. She collided with the queen, who held onto to her. She leaned close so only Atlanna would hear. “Tell him I’m sorry, please.” She was yanked back by the other guards and Hendrix hit her in the back of the head with a weapon, knocking her unconscious.

“She is lying, I’m sure of it, let me go investigate further,” Hendrix demanded. Atlanna held up a hand to silence him. He hated that she still held any power, he should have been king, and he was still listening to the surface loving whore.

“I will investigate. If who you say is up there then I can get him to come quietly. We have just revealed ourselves to the surface, we don’t want him to start a war with them trying to fight you off,” she said. Her word was final. Hendrix glared but nodded to the soldiers who moved with him to take Y/N back to Atlantis and to a cell.

Orm had arrived at Tom’s to find Atlanna off on business in Atlantis and Arthur on his way to him. In the meantime, he sat in AJ’s room, playing with the little one. He didn’t realize until his nephew came over and hugged him that he was crying. He’d never cried before, it felt like the tension he had been holding released. He gripped AJ close, but not tight and let him go when he heard someone come in the room.

“Hey little brother, what’s going on?” Arthur asked, picking up his son who ran to him. Orm got up, wiping his face quickly before turning. He could see Arthur knew, his eyes were red, and he looked a mess.

“Y/N…she um, she was lying to me the whole time,” he said finally.

“What? Was she married or something?” Arthur asked. Orm let out an annoyed breath. That he could have dealt with, better than this at least. Better her be married to someone else then her be not only Atlantian but accused of an assassination attempt against him.

“No Arthur, she isn’t married, but she’s Atlantian,” he said. Arthur looked more confused.

“What’s the problem then? You weren’t exactly honest about being from Atlantis yourself,” he said.

“No, but she knew who I was, anyone from Atlantis would. She knew who I was, and she didn’t tell me who she was. What she did, or what she tried to do…or stop doing…” he trailed off, thoughts muddling together.

“Ok, let's get a beer, I’m going to need a drink for this,” Arthur said, setting AJ down again and leading Orm to the kitchen. They got some beers and went to sit on the dock. “Tell me everything that happened.”

“We spent the night together…”

“My man, finally getting some action,” Arthur said, unable to stop himself. Orm glared at him, silencing his brother with one look.

“We spent the night together and this morning her friend came over. She was angry, I’m guessing another Atlantian, someone who almost lost her husband when I sent that tidal wave to the coast 5 years ago. She was saying how Y/N was a traitor to their cause pretty much,” he explained.

“Their cause?” Arthur asked. He had heard stories about different rebellions during the time Orvax, especially after it was discovered he had engineered and released the sickness that had killed so many in the lower city, but only one of them had really made any noise, Atlantis for All, after they attempted to assassinate Orm.

“She was part of Atlantis for All, she told them the parade route for my coronation, but according to her I was never supposed to be attacked. It was supposed to be a cracker that exploded over them, making me pay attention,” he said. Arthur thought for a moment. “I don’t know what to believe. She said they only wanted to help the people in the lower city. Her father was from there, she was raised there until he died. She’s a councilwoman’s bastard. Arthur, I’m so confused. I’ve never felt like this before, like everything hurts.” For the first time Orm leaned into Arthur for comfort, letting his brother hug him tight as they sat there.

“I brought the footage you asked for,” Arthur said. “I had some of the tech people clean it up as much as could be done. No one’s watched it yet, let’s find out if your lady is telling the truth. If she is, go back to her, talk it out. You were once a genocidal maniac wanting to destroy the surface, if you can change, maybe she has too. If she’s lying and she did try to kill you, well I’m going to take her back to Atlantis myself.” Orm shook his head.

“No, you’re not. If she did try to kill me, I’ll leave, but I don’t want anything done to her. She isn’t that person anymore,” he said. Arthur nodded and held up the holodisk, turning it on. Orm was taken back to that day. He was terrified, so scared of being a disappointment to his father, or worse, becoming his father. He had been able to put on a face, but that crown was so heavy that day, watching the footage now he could see how tired he was already, shoulders sagging just a little under the weight of expectation he was supposed to live up to.

The footage was shot from the side, almost behind the Atlantis for All protest. He heard her voice again, heart tearing in his chest at the sound of it. The song was an old one, about taking care of those around you, being a better person. It broke his heart to hear her, to know she had been right there, so close to him, and he never knew. Then he could see the person next to her putting up the energy pulsar. With the footage cleared up you could see the paint and tubing that disguised it as a cracker, only the soft lighting was giving it away. She hadn’t touched it, but he saw her turn, stare for a moment before shock came to her face. She didn’t know. She grabbed it and tried to yank it up, away from Orm, but the other person, whose face was shielded by the camera angle, yanked it back. It went off and just missed him. He turned off the video and put his head in his hands.

“She was telling the truth, she saved my life,” he said softly, tears coming again. Would they ever stop? Arthur stood, helping him up. He turned his brother’s face to him and held it.

“Go back to her, talk about it, talk about everything,” Arthur said. “Tell her you love her. You’re both different now.” Orm nodded. “Actually, come on, I’ll drive you back.”

The men arrived to find Atlanna on the porch waiting. They looked confused as they approached. She looked sullen and angry.

“Did that woman try to kill you?” she demanded of Orm. Orm’s eyes widened. How did she know about Y/N? If she knew who else did? He looked at her house as Arthur explained the footage and what they had found. Orm didn’t listen. He ran to the house, breaking inside and running from room to room, yelling for her. He was just opening the backdoor when Atlanna put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hendrix found her, he took her back to Atlantis for trial, she’s been accused of treason. They are asking for her execution.”

Orm fell to his knees, punching the ground once before screaming.

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Should be special (Tierna x Reader)

Warning- Smut, 18+ only, minors DNI

I had a shit couple of days at work so naturally threw myself into writing. This was requested by @karma-reader, I hope this is kind of what you were thinking with your request and that you enjoy it!

Request: what about Tierna being a virgin, innocent and don’t really know much about adultery, and the reader teaches her a thing or two and practical “devours” and “ruin” (not actually devouring or ruining her) but make not leave the bedroom and just so much smutty smut if you know what I mean.

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As our making out turned more heated, Tiernas hands started wandering. She went to take off my shirt, but reluctantly I stopped her. We had been together for just over a year and while things have gotten heated before, we'd never gone past making out. We had never talked about it, but I was sure she was a virgin. We had to leave again in under half an hour for dinner with the team. I didn't want to rush her first time, I wanted to take my time to make her feel loved and special. "Have you done this before?"

Tierna shakes her head looking slightly embarrassed, "Only to myself. How did you know?"

"I wasn't sure, I mean there was always a possibility that you had, but you are far too innocent."

She pouted, "I'm not innocent."

"Babe, the amount of innuendos and sex talk by this team that leaves you looking like a lost puppy says you are." She wouldn't look at me, her cheeks on fire, "Hey, I tease you, but there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Not everyone does it when they are a teenager, I mean it took me until my second year of college to lose my virginity. I,  however am not going to do this now."

"But-"

"As much as I want to, your first time shouldn't be when we have 20 minutes until we have to leave again. It should be special."

"What's all this?" Tierna asked looking around at the fairy lights and fake candles around the hotel room. Tierna seemed to want to take the next step in our relationship and I was determined to make it special for her. I had taken her out for a nice dinner then a walk in the park before coming back to the hotel which I had decorated to be more romantic. She had no idea I had done it because I made her get ready elsewhere.

My arms wrapped around her waist as I placed a kiss on her cheek, "I said I wanted to make it special."

"You're saying you wined and dined me to get laid?"

Instant fear shot through me. It wasn't my intention for it to seem like I did this just to have sex with her, "What? No of course not. We don't have to do this if you've changed your mind, I just though-"

Tierna burst out laughing, "I'm kidding babe, this is amazing."

I unwrapped from her, pretending to walk away, "Well, I don't want to anymore."

Tierna grabbed me, pulling me back into her, "Nope. I'm sorry baby."

"You will be," I whispered before picking her up, she squealed wrapping her legs around me. I connected our lips before gently laying her on the bed. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes baby, I'm ready."

I kissed down her neck gently at first to tease her before adding a bit more pressure. Once I had spent a bit of time on her neck and she was squirming slightly, I reached down pulling at her dress. She nodded sitting up so I could slip it off, before reaching back to undo her bra, her tights following quickly revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear. It turned me on that much more.

We'd seen each other naked many times before, though it never ceased to amaze me just how beautiful she was. Not just looks, it was everything about her. Her laugh, sweetness, kindness, her personality, everything about her was beautiful. I made my way down her chest, leaving marks as I went. "You are so beautiful T." I whispered before sucking a nipple into my mouth. Tiernas hand went straight to my head, an attempt to keep me there. I complied, reaching out to play with her other breast. Rolling and pulling her nipple slightly between my fingers. I accidently squeezed it a little harder than I intended to, but the low almost hungry moan I got in return, made me think she liked it, "Did you like that baby?" Tierna nodded her head frantically, pushing me back into her chest.

I switched sides, biting down on her nipple gently while squeezing and pulling her other nipple at the same pressure as before. In return I received the same moan. I think that sound came in close second as my favourite sound, next to her laugh that is. She started pushing my head down so I started kissing down her stomach, settling between her legs, leaving a kiss on both thighs, "Tell me if you want to stop."

Tierna didn't stop me so I slowly ran my tongue through her folds. She moaned loudly, gripping my hair. I moaned in response to both her taste and hair pulling. I slowly circled her clit, moans started falling, her hips started bucking. I wrapped one of my arms around her thigh to keep her in place before slowly teasing her entrance. When she bucked particularly hard, I took it as the sign she was ready. I slowly slid a finger in, keeping it still while she adjusted.

"Please baby."

I began moving slowly, never taking my gaze off her face so I could make sure she was okay. I sped up a bit, her breathing sped up, moans falling uncontrollably as she covered her mouth trying to keep herself quiet. It was probably a good thing considering we were in a hotel room with the other girls in the surrounding rooms.  

"Fu-fuck Y/n, m-more." With how wet she was, I easily slipped another finger into her. She gasped, gripping the sheets, "Fuck."

It didn't take long for she was pulling me up to connect our lips as her walls tightened around my fingers, "I-I think I-I'm going to-"

My thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles as my fingers sped up, curling slightly, "I know baby, let go for me."

"It feels so g-good, I w-want it to l-last."

"There'll be more, cum for me baby."  

Her grip on me tightened, nails digging into my back, cursing against my lips as she shook, knuckles turning white with how hard she was gripping the sheets. I slowed down to help her through before removing my fingers. It was my intention to suck her juices off, but Tierna beat me to it. I felt myself get more turned on at the sight, the urge to fuck her hard entering my mind, but I kept reminding myself that it was her first time and there would be more time for that later. I kissed her softly before leaving light kisses on her neck as she came down from her high, "Fuck, you're so hot. Do you want more?"

"Please," Tierna rolled over on top of me, "I want to make you feel good first."

"This is about you."

"If this is about me, then I want to make you cum." She was giving me the puppy dog eyes that I could never say no to. I was also incredibly turned on so relented fairly easily. Tierna kissed down my neck, sucking just below my collarbone to leave a dark mark. My sports bra was pulled over my head, one of my nipples sucked into her mouth. A gasp slipped out and my back arched as her teeth scraped over it, "Sorry."

"Don't be, it felt good baby."

Tierna nodded before taking my nipple back in her mouth, while kneading my other breast. She gently rolled my nipple between her fingers, "A bit harder baby." She did what I said, squeezing and rolling it between her fingers while scraping her teeth against the other one. I ran my fingers through her hair, arching my back to get closer, "Fuck T, just like that baby." She switched sides, her hands going to undo my pants and pull them off, my underwear following quickly. Tiernas hand were shaking slightly so I grabbed them before she could do anything else, "You're shaking, do you want to do this?"

"I do, I'm just a bit nervous. I want to make you feel good. What if I don't?"

I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, "I know you haven't done this before, just do what feels right, enjoy it and I'll guide you if needed okay?"

She kissed me softly, hand making it's way between my legs. Her fingers ran through my folds, finding my clit easily. I moaned quietly as she started rubbing my clit slowly. Tierna slipped a finger inside me, moving slowly. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, connecting our lips, "More baby."

Tierna slipped another finger in, thrusting slowly, "Like this?"

"Just like that, I like it hard, fast. Don't be afraid to curl your fingers, almost like a come here motion. You're doing great baby." She slowly sped up until she hit a pace that had me moaning almost uncontrollably. She wasn't perfect by any means, not that I expected her to be, but it felt good regardless. I knew I needed it harder to be able to cum, so I reached down slowing her down slightly, guiding her to thrust harder, "Slow down a bit, keep going like that." She kept thrusting harder, curling her fingers every few thrusts. Her thumb rubbed my clit, it was sloppy, but enough for the pressure to build in my stomach and pleasure to spread throughout my body, "F-fuck T,  god you f-feel so good."

Tierna was cuddled into my side as I got my breath back so I could go back to focusing on her her, "I'm sorry, I know that probably wasn't that good."

"Baby, it was pretty damn good for a first time. Beside, we have plenty of time for you to practice." I ended with a wink. I spotted a faint redness creeping onto her cheeks before her face was hidden in my neck.

"There's somethings I want to try." Tierna spoke up just as I was about to move to straddle her, her cheeks were bright red again.

"What type of things?"

"Well I was reading somethings and you know what never mind."

"Hey, you can tell me anything, I'm not going to judge you." Tierna grabbed her phone and scrolled for a second before showing me something.

"Just read it, it's embarrassing."

There were things like roughness, toys, spanking, edging, tying up, degradation, praising and choking. These were all things I would be willing to do, but not on her first time,  "You uh you want to try everything?"

"Pretty much, you don't have to, I know it's stupid."

"It's not, I want to try these with you T, but not now, these are things we need to have a proper conversation about, things like boundaries. It's also your first time, we have so much time to explore different things, I don't know if I feel comfortable doing them now."

"I understand Y/n/n. Can we um try edging now? Maybe a little bit of spanking? I um I've done it to myself once.

I sat up, pulling her to straddle my waist, "Oh have you now? When was that huh?"

"Last night," She mumbled.

"So desperate you couldn't even wait for me." At that Tierna whined and moved her hips trying to get friction, so I took it as a sign to keep going, "Look at you, dripping for me. I bet you were waiting for this, so desperate you couldn't even wear any underwear, hoping I'll just slip my hand in and fuck you. Are you going to be a good girl?"

Tierna nodded quickly, moving her hips again. My hand found their way to her ass, kneading it for a few seconds before placing a light smack. She gasped, "Was that okay?" She only nodded, I gripped her chin gently so she was looking at me, "Use your words."

"Yes, m-more than okay."

"Good girl," I went back to kneading her ass while placing kisses along her neck. I landed another smack slightly harder this time making her moan loudly and buck her hips. My hand slipped between her legs to find her soaked. I teased her for a few seconds before slipping two fingers into her. I thrust slowly as she met my thrusts, desperate for more. After a couple more smacks, Tierna was riding my fingers at a decent yet sloppy pace. I had a feeling she was close so I flipped us over, slowing my thrusts right down. She whined, bucking her hips to try get me to go faster again, but I withdrew my fingers.

"I w-was so c-close," Tierna panted, trying to close her legs.

I kissed her softly, kneeling between her legs to keep them open, "That's what you want isn't it? To be so desperate to cum that you'll do anything?" After Tierna confirmed that was what she wanted, I continued to explore her chest until I felt enough time had passed. I slipped my fingers back into her, teasing her clit with my thumb as I worked her back up. This time Tierna tried to push me away, but I decided to keep going until I knew she was right on the edge, stopping just before she could fall over it. I kissed her again, studying her face to make sure she was still okay.

"You're doing so good babygirl. We're almost there." I started slowly moving again, taking my time to work her up. She was starting to squirm more, her moans becoming louder as I swallowed them with my mouth, trying to keep her as quiet as possible. I was well aware that she could easily become overstimulated as this wasn't something she was used to, "You look so pretty like this, so desperate. Do you want to come baby?"

Tierna shook her head, "O-one m-ore."

This time I kept my fingers inside her, moving slightly every now and then. Before speeding up and slowing down just as she was about to come,

"Please Y/n, I need it, please," Tierna begged, trying to move her hips in search of release. I teased her with her orgasm for a few seconds, before adding pressure to her clit and speeding up.

"Cum for me baby," I muffled her moans as much as possible once she gripped me tightly, nails digging into my back, as she shook and spasmed. Once she relaxed I knelt between her legs, playing with her clit. She tried to move away, but was also pulling me closer.  

"Come on T, can you give me one more?"

When she nodded, I slipped my fingers back into her, thrusting hard. I knew she wouldn't take long because of how sensitive she was. "You gotta be quiet for me baby." I whispered, laying down between her legs, taking her clit in my mouth, sucking it hard.

"Don't stop, please don't stop," Tierna begged, one hand going to my hair, the other covering her mouth. I wasn't planning on stopping, I knew she was sensitive and wouldn't be able to handle much more. It didn't take long until she fell over the edge again, back arched and screams muffled by her hand. Once her high passed, she fell back, eyes closed, breathing heavy. I brushed stray pieces of hair out of her face before kissing her forehead and going to the bathroom quickly. Grabbing a cup of water and a cup of water for her.

Tierna looked exhausted so I helped her sit up, "Drink this."

After she took a few mouthfuls, Tierna cuddled into my side, eyes heavy. I was worried maybe it was too much for her first time, "Are you okay baby? Did I go to far?"

"Love you too." I traced patterns on her back as I lay there with a small smile. I felt closer to her. Not that I didn't feel close to her before, but it felt like we were closer in a more intimate way. Tierna had trusted me with something that was important to a lot of people, she had trusted me with the most intimate parts of her. At this point I don't think I could love her anymore if I tried.  

She looked up, shaking her head instantly, "No. No, not at all. Please don't think that, I wanted it all. I'm not sure if I can walk, but Y/n, that was amazing, fuck you're amazing. Thank you for being so thoughtful about this, there's no one I would rather have my first time with."

The sincerity and love in her eyes made me relax. I kissed her forehead, "Always, the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you. I love you T, get some sleep my love."

Question, how do we feel about more kinky type smut? Do you like it or prefer more plain smut?

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