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blue-jisungs · 5 months

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wounds

author's note. let’s gaur another zoro piece ☝️

++ i stated it before, i’ll say it again: i never watched the og opla! i think there was a medic? but yns is a medic here so i just hope like,, it makes sense? also if some characters are ooc, i’m sorry!! i’m still slowly learning about them hehe

summary. zoro realised his feelings for you through unfortunate events, whereas you come to a conclusion that his actions speak louder than words

word count. 3k-ish

warnings. oh boy. violence, swearing, blood, a guy throws a weird comment or two at reader, reader gets called bitch :( , m*n, medical stuff but nothing too crazy since i’m not a professional, daggers (stabbing), yn being kinda an idiot for trusting strangers, brief mention of drugs ++ pls lmk if i missed anything 🙏

zoro stole a glance at you, the soft rocking of the ship causing some bottles with strangely-looking fluids to move around your desk. luffy grinned and patted you on your back, causing a small smile to bloom on your lips.

“so, we’re arriving in a moment. let’s get the meds we need and have some free time! How does that sound?” he asked with enthusiasm.

“and i’ll buy some fresh ingredients. i would lose my mind if i had to work with almost-rotten vegetables for even a day longer…” sanji grunted, causing zoro to roll his eyes “is our medic craving something special?”

“hmm, maybe… what about a sweet pudding? i haven’t eaten one in a while” you hummed. luffy’s eyes shone with excitement. sanji winked, drawing a disgusted face from the green-haired man.

“your wish is my command. and you, mosshead, should respect this lady more. she’s really saving our asses” the blond haired man commented.

the truth was, it was mostly sanji or usopp who you were saving. while zoro made it safe and sound out of his fights, so did luffy and nami. usopp, well, he was more on the clumsy side, while sanji occasionally had some wounds when he accidentally cut or burned himself while cooking. after almost losing zoro, the crew knew that a medic would be a useful addition to the crew… and just one day luffy found you on your island, working as a volunteer in a local health care centre. and persuaded you into joining them. (a certain tall, green-haired man also had an influence on your choice).

“we arrived!” usopp suddenly bursted into the room. you grabbed your bag and looked around the room.

“does anyone want to go with me?” you asked.

“to buy meds and smell herbs? i’d rather take a nap” zoro mumbled and lazily left the room, secretly hoping sanji would turn down your offer too.

“i’ll go with sanji! maybe they’ll have some local food to offer…” luffy hummed. you nodded and then all three of you left going merry.

usopp left later, causing nami and zoro to be the only ones left.

as you strolled around the cozy city, you took in the sight of people and the sound of the rustle. living on a ship can get quite lonely sometimes, so you enjoyed the chaos of the town. even though zoro kept you company most of the time. he’d just… come into your room and watch you brew tea for sanji or study your medical books. you both enjoyed such closeness, even if not a word was said. sure, you had conversations too - and you were surprised to realise how funny zoro is. you couldn’t lie, you were aware that you have a crush on him. zoro though, seemed uninterested. like now, just saying that he’ll pass. his answer made you a little disappointed - besides buying new meds, you were hoping for some time alone with zoro.

“well, he’s the one missing out” you mumbled t6o yourself and shook your head as if to get the swordsman off your mind.

suddenly, you smelled a delicious aroma of fresh bread. walking closer to one of the shops, you realised it’s a bakery. maybe you’ll grab a snack and ask if there’s any herbalists around…? sounds like an idea.

when you disappeared inside the local, someone smiled mischievously and backed away to return to his boss.

“... herbs?” the man repeated, thinking out loud. he didn’t look like a regular bakery employee but you ignored that. he was selling delicious chocolate buns! “down the road. there’s a pharmacy but we do have a local herb seller, he wanders in the woods often. after i’m done with my shift, i can lead you to him”

“oh, that would be great! i’ll go to the pharmacy then and be back!” you hummed, smiling. what a nice guy!

you spent way more time in the pharmacy than you intended to: the lady working there was really lovely and professional, the products she was selling were top quality. you chatted about meds and certain ingredients, shared recipes. and when you mentioned that you use some herbs to make teas, she seemed intrigued so you explained to her the purpose.

in the end, you left with two more bags than you planned to. while returning to the bakery, the sun started to set; sky was painted in deep oranges with purple strokes, announcing the farewell of the bright day.

“sorry i was late…” you started and saw the guy get up immediately. he had a slight frown on his face.

“no worries. let’s go” he mumbled and grabbed your wrist, urging you to leave. you stiffened and your jaw clenched but you followed him, too curious about the herbs to let an alarm ring in your head.

“why does he wander in the woods?” you asked quietly, observing how people closed their stalls and shops in hurry before it gets completely dark.

“dunno. he’s just a weirdo. probably there’s a lot of wild plants there” he huffed. nodding to yourself, you gulped. good thing he’s accompanying you, it wouldn’t be too safe to walk around the woods alone, at night.

after what felt like hours, you realised you left the city far behind. the sky was decorated with blinking stars, open navy sky embracing you.

“i… is it far away?” you mumbled, stopping in your tracks. he turned around, the darkness surrounding you didn’t allow to read his facial expression.

“five more minutes, i promise” he said… his voice more calm now.

“o-okay. i need to go soon, so we better be quick” a quiet murmur left your mouth. you started to regret not urging zoro to go with you.

the man was right; you soon enough found yourself in the middle of woods.

“so… um, where’s the guy?” you asked, looking around. your hands started to hurt from the bags you had to carry. besides, there was a rumbling in your stomach.

“he’ll show up in a second, trust me. so, what did you buy in the pharmacy?” he asked.

luffy entered the ship, humming something underneath his breath, with sanji carrying a bag. usopp looked at them curious.

“so, what didya buy?” he asked, almost jumping out of his seat “what are we having for dinner?”

“something fancy, for sure. i still need to think about it. we’re having a pudding for dessert though because y/n wanted it… speaking of which, is she in her room? i forgot to ask if she wanted a vanilla or a chocolate one”

“what?” zoro asked, stopping in his tracks, swords halting mid-air. the guys looked at each other.

“what ‘what?’? we thought she was back already” luffy blinked slowly and noticed nami approach.

“she didn’t, i thought she joined you” usopp stuttered and shifted his gaze to zoro “didn’t you leave at some point too?”

“yeah, to look around? but there was nothing interesting to do so i came back and took a nap…?” he mumbled.

“you did not just let y/n wander around here” nami said, fear in her voice.

“well, apparently, we did” luffy gasped “why?”

“this city is like, known for being totally not-women safe. especially after dark! that’s why i didn’t want to go there, luffy” she hissed “and why i didn’t leave the ship! god! y/n can’t even f–”

“she’ll be okay, she can fight–” usopp started.

“fight” nami finished.

“y/n can’t fight…?” zoro’s heart skipped a beat.

“there’s no time to explain. we should go look for her, idiots!” nami grunted. zoro, full of regret and worry, followed her. he wasn’t sure why he got so scared why nami said that but all he knew for now is that he had to find you.

you didn’t even realise when that happened. a group of muscular and tattooed men appeared from nowhere, not looking like herb enthusiasts at all.

“so this is the pretty lady, huh?” one of them stepped out. he was bald and definitely scary-looking “you have something we want… but before i take it, tell me. is this your first time here?”

you nodded weakly when he approached you.

“and it will be her last!” one of them snickered, drawing laughs from the rest.

“aren’t you a cute little thing, trusting strangers in a city you’ve never been to… ah” he laughed and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes “why did you buy poppy seeds?”

“t-to make medicine…” you stuttered. you noticed the one from bakery standing behind the bald one’s back.

“medicine! ha! you’re pretty funny! you know what we make here out of poppy seeds?” he hummed, leaning in way too close to your liking. you could smell his nasty breath, your hands going limp. you dropped the bags, its content spilling around your legs “drugs”

you gulped and tried to move back but he yanked you by your wrist. this action caused you to bump into his chest.

“so, we’ll take them. and the other goodies you bought, too. and then… we’ll take you!” he laughed.

shaking your head, you pushed him away and tried to run away.

you failed, a sharp yank of your shirt causing you to trip and fall on the ground.

“by take i mean two things” the bald man chuckled and kneeled down, looking for the poppy seeds amongst the scattered products.

you tried to crawl away when he did so, heart thumping against your ribcage. if only you could fight… you wouldn’t be so scared and-

“where do you think are you going?” he growled and pulled you back by your leg. your head hit the ground, a unpleasant tinnitus-alike sound overtaking your ears.

“leave me alone!” you yelled out. the man must have said or do something that caused two other guys to grab your hands and tie them.

“only after i’m done with you!” he grunted and suddenly you felt his weight over you, caging you between the ground. starting to squirm around and kick, you were yelling your throat out; tears starting to spill from your eyes. “shut up, bitch!”

then you felt it. a sudden, stinging pain spreading in the left side of your face.

he just hit you.

the impact was so strong that you immediately felt the blood trickle from your nose.

“i’d hate to kill you because after we’re done, we’d sell you… but if you keep squirming…” he grunted and leaned in. he put a hand on your hair and stroked it gently. he leaned to your ear and licked your earlobe before adding: “then i’ll have to slit your throat”

you hoped that the scream you just left out was hearable from afar.

“get off her right now or its your throat that’s going to be slit first”

you gasped, trying to look for the source of the voice: zoro. zoro is here. or are you dreaming?

“and who the fuck are you?” the bald man said and laughed, his hand landing on your neck “i’ll do whatever i want”

his fingers tightened the grip on your neck. he was either lucky or skilled enough to know which places to squeeze because you felt your flow of oxygen being cut off.

“says who?” zoro huffed and with one swift move yankled the man by his shirt and got him off you. taking a deep breathe in, your vision went blurry - it was either the tears or the result of sitting up too fast.

“you’re a real piece of shit to attack girls, huh” zoro grunted and after effortlessly defeating another one of the bald man’s minions. the swordsman wanted to destroy the others, let them suffer and die in pain. normally, he’d take his time.

but it was about you. which made it even worse – he wanted to kill them slowly, one by one… demolish to the ground because they hurt you. then again, he wanted to make it quick so he can check if you’re alright as fast as possible.

and just when only the boss was left, he heard your scream. one that was full of pure pain.

turning his head back, but not losing focus from the guy, he saw one of them stand above you. he must have slipped away when he was busy with the bald guy but…

then he saw it, shining in the moonlight.

the dagger’s blade shun with silver tints, stuck in your ribcage.

zoro didn’t hold back. it took one swift move to throw one of his swords right between the attacker’s eyes and one precise move to synchronise both of his hands, cutting the bald’s man body in half.

then he ran up to you, grabbing you in his arms gently. your face looked pale, whether it was the moonlight or just the color draining off your face.

“don’t take this out” you grunted, moving your hand to his arm “and… take the meds…”

“fuck the meds, you’re bleeding” for the first time in ages zoro felt helpless. and disappointment in himself. you tried to scoff, the action bringing more pain to your body than you predicted

“don’t… the meds are just as important” your voice went quieter and quieter; zoro noticed that you struggled to keep your eyes open. which was, he assumed, a bad sign.

“don’t pass out on me, okay? keep it together, doctor” the green haired man breathed out and in one swift move he carried you in a bridal style. someone from the crew was supposed to arrive here too, if he passes them by he’ll just say that they need to take the meds.

zoro felt your body going limp in his arms, his heart dropping. running for his (and your) life, careful enough not to hurt you, he felt the strange heavy sensation in his chest.

for the next two days, a sinking feeling of guilt in zoro’s stomach wouldn’t go away. you were unconscious, the atmosphere on the going merry was tense.

“we didn’t know she can’t fight. if we did, we’d obviously accompany her” sanji grunted, hands never stoping mixing whatever he was mixing.

“why y/n never told us?” luffy sighed, voice small. as a captain, he felt disappointed he wasn’t able to protect you. on the other hand, he was glad you’re here now. nami bit her lip and looked at zoro.

“she didn’t want to seem weak” the orange-haired girl explained “i promised her i’ll teach her some basic moves but… we never…”

usopp entered the room, he was just talking to your unconscious state. well, more like to himself but–

“the doctor said she’ll be okay, right?” he asked, sitting next to zoro.

they figured that if you got medication somehow, there must be someone who knows at least has basic medical knowledge. in no time usopp came back with a pharmacist that talked to you – the lady was really saddened by your wounds too.

she scolded them for letting you go on your own (as if zoro haven’t already made a mental promise to himself to never do that again) and then proceeded to take care of you, telling them to change the bandages and apply some meds.

zoro left the dining space and slowly padded to the captain’s room. they figured that i’d only be safer if you stayed in a more stable position (rather than a hammock) for the time being.

entering the room, he stopped in his tracks upon seeing you… sitting at the edge of the mattress, changing your own bandage. sweat was dripping down your forehead, face pale.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked calmly, stepping closer to you. your eyes widened, meeting his.

“hi” you breathed out, shaky fingers halting.

“hi” zoro replied softly and then suddenly placed his hands on your arms, gently pushing you to sit against the wall.

then he grabbed the old bandage and threw it away. he desinfected his hands with a special liquid and grabbed new bandage.

“how long have you been up?” he asked, looking at the wound. it still needed some healing but it wasn’t open and bleeding anymore.

“dunno, moments from usopp’s leave. how… how long i’ve been asleep though?” you asked wearily and pointed at a cream on the nightstand “apply this first, then the bandage”

“two days” zoro replied, grabbing the container with a herbal smell. he was trying to find a good way to word out his worries, but (as usual) they came out harsher than he intended “why didn’t you tell us you can’t fight?”

a heavy sigh left your mouth, which caused a glimpse of pain run through your face.

“i just didn’t want to be a burden” you mumbled. the man noted the slight difference of what you said and what nami said your reasoning was.

zoro’s calloused yet tender fingers applied the cooling substance on your wound. you hissed due to the sting, your hand flying to grab his free one.

“you’re not weak nor a burden” he said, letting you squeeze his hand; he didn’t mind and found it quite… warming “i will teach you”

you smiled. he didn’t offer, he didn’t insist. he stated that.

“thank you. and i’m sorry for scaring you all like that” a whisper left your lips, watching as zoro started to put the bandage now. you leaned a bit closer so he could wrap it around your back, causing your breath to hit his neck. zoro tried to stay focused, the sudden realisation of how close you were making him hyper-aware.

“you scared some of us to death” he answered suddenly “next time just… don’t be such an idiot. if it weren’t for me…”

“humble as always” you snickered and watched him finish bandaging you.

“i…” the green-haired man hesitated. for a moment your eyes met and you saw it in the mirror of his ebony irises: i’m sorry. i was worried. so fucking scared and angry, feeling guilty and terrified. he smiled gently “just don’t do this again, m’kay?”

“i’ll try. and… thank you for saving me” you returned his smile.

you stayed like that for a moment, your hand still on his. too afraid to move, to speak out – yet the silence was speaking volumes.

roronoa zoro cared for you.

he just didn’t know how to say it out loud yet.

but just like wounds, he needed some time. and you were - oh so - willing to give him it.

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harunayuuka2060 · 18 days

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Note: I have decided to re-write Unveil for you to have a better understanding of the story.

Female Protagonist: Yuurin (as you know who's in male disguise)

Yuurin's mother: The invitation to Night Raven College has arrived.

Yuurin's mother: You did well, Yuurin.

Yuurin: Thank you, mother.

Yuurin's father: I expect that you will do perfectly on your studies like you always do.

Yuurin's father: Do you understand, Yuurin?

Yuurin: Yes, father.

Yuurin's mother: Oh! And Yuurin-dear, don't forget to take your medications.

Yuurin: Yes, mother. *then turns to walk away*

Yuurin's mother: Ah... Look at our son, honey. Time flies really fast.

Yuurin's father: *nods in agreement*

Yuurin's father: We have raised him well.

Yuurin: *knocks on her brother's door*

*A servant opens the door.*

The servant: Welcome, Master Yuurin.

Yuurin: Is my sister awake?

The servant: Yes, master. Please come in.

Yuurin: *walks in*

Akane/Akihiro: *looking out the window of his room*

The servant: I shall take my leave. *bows respectfully; closing the door as she exits*

Akihiro: Congratulations, Yuu. *turns his head to smile at her*

Yuurin: Thank you, Aki.

Akihiro: Hm? What's wrong? You don't sound happy.

Yuurin: *approaches his bed* *then sits next to him*

Yuurin: I wished you had been chosen instead.

Akihiro: That can't happen.

Yuurin: But Aki... it was your chance to escape here and be you.

Akihiro: *smiles* You think so?

Akihiro: I'm sure our mother will try to stop that.

Yuurin: ...

Akihiro: Cheer up, Yuu. *chuckles softly*

Yuurin: ...

Akihiro: ...

Akihiro: Ah. Before I forget, there's something I would like to give you.

Yuurin: Huh?

Akihiro: *pulls out a small rectangular box* Here.

Yuurin: ...

Akihiro: Open it.

Yuurin: *opens the box* Oh.

Akihiro: It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yuurin: *smiles* It looks great, Aki.

Akihiro: It's not forbidden for you to wear a necklace. Though I wished I could give you something more feminine, but I didn't want to get you in trouble.

Yuurin: Thank you for this, Aki.

Akihiro: *goes to pat her head gently*

Akihiro: Always be safe, Yuu.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I'll do my best, Aki.

Yuurin: Someday, I will get you out of here.

Akihiro: *smiles gently* Hm.

Yuurin: *subtly observing the students*

Yuurin: This place isn't any different from the previous schools I've been.

Crowley: Yuurin, the Dark Mirror will show you the dorm that you'll be in. *smiles* Good luck.

Yuurin: *approaches the Dark Mirror*

The Dark Mirror: Yuurin... SAVANACLAW.

The Savanaclaw students: *seem to be confused and restless*

Leona: ...

Ruggie: That student—

Leona: Shh. Don't say anything.

The Savanaclaw students: *all agreed to their housewarden*

Yuurin: *has arrived to Savanaclaw dorm*

Leona: You guys continue with your practice. I'll just talk to this newbie.

The Savanaclaw students: Yes, housewarden! *then immediately leaves them alone*

Leona: ...

Yuurin: ...

Leona: I know you've heard from the Orientation that it's my duty as a housewarden to tell you what will be your life here.

Yuurin: Yes.

Leona: ...

Leona: You have the masculine built and your voice sounds masculine too.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: What are you trying to say?

Leona: I'm sure Night Raven College isn't co-ed.

Leona: Lady, why are you pretending to be a man?

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *her expression turned serious* How did you—

Leona: Most of us here are beastmen. We knew you are a girl the moment you walked in.

Leona: Besides, those eyes can't lie.

Yuurin: Are you playing with me, housewarden?

Leona: Are you going to say that I'm wrong?

Yuurin: ...

Leona: Well, of course, if you see yourself as a man, we'll respect that.

Yuurin: ...

Leona: ...

Leona: *sigh* Your secret is safe with us. Though I'm going to ask you one thing.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: What is it?

Leona: In my dorm, you're free to be who you are.

Yuurin: !!!

Yuurin: ...

Leona: In my dorm, you're free to be who you are.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *turns on her phone and sure enough, the text messages of her parents*

Yuurin's mother — Which dorm are you in, Yuurin? I hope it's not Pomefiore or Heartslabyul.

Yuurin — It's Savanaclaw.

Yuurin's mother — That's perfect! I've always known you belong among the strongest! Always do your best, okay?

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin's father — Congratulations again, son. You always make me proud.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: *decides to message her brother*

Yuurin — Aki... I got into Savanaclaw.

Akihiro — (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Akihiro — Looks like my other wish came true.

Yuurin: ...

#twisted wonderland #twst yuurin #twst leona #twst ruggie #twst savanaclaw #twst crowley #twst akihiro/akane #twst unveil

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sooniebby · 11 months

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Bae I’m back! This time with a Drabble request because asking for full length fics makes me feel guilty. Anywayssssss

Iida…. Hear me out. I’m a SIMP for nerds who are secretly freaks and I feel after the stain incident it’s clear this man is one of those. He def has a size kink I mean he’s built like a god but he also has a brat taming kink. Just imagine him with a lil delinquent reader who simply doesn’t respect his “authority” and he finally gets fed up and puts him in his place. Idk this man just does things for me

Consensually ofc

ఌ 𝐈𝐈𝐃𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀

꧁ 𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Smut 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚! ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

You didn’t exactly know how you got yourself into this situation. Face pushed down onto the bed with your ass up in the air. A slap jolted you forward as you cried out in pain. Your ass was aching from the continuous spanking.

Iida was someone you liked pissing off. It was funny to see him yell at you about the rules or what not but you never really imagined he’d do this to you. You and Iida were studying together, not sure how that happened, and you mentioned something to piss him off.

You didn’t even remember what you said. What you really remembered was how easily Iida picked you up and put you in this position. The sound of the harsh slaps against your skin was the only noise in the room, with your muffled whimpers to accompany it.

Iida wasn’t saying anything and somehow that made it hotter in way. As if he was so angry that the only way he thought you could learn was if he discipline you like the brat you wanted to act like.

“Iida…” you whined. “I’ll be good, promise…”

He stopped for a moment, as if he was thinking before you felt him slip in a finger inside of you. It went in easily, due to your previous masturbation before you went to see him.

A chuckle was heard as you bit down on the sheets to muffle your gasps. “Did you want this to happen? That’ll explain why I don’t need lube.”

You didn’t answer, twitching at the way Iida had easily found your prostate. He grazed it each time, making you whine at the teasing. Your cock twitched from beneath you—precum leaking onto the bedsheets.

A sudden pull at your shirt’s collar forced you to lean back against Iida’s chest. You couldn’t really see him but it was scarily horny at how easily he could move you around with no extra strength.

“Answer me. I asked a question.”

“No…”

Iida hummed as he slipped in another finger, pumping them in and out. He didn’t even try to touch your prostate, leaving you to whine at the lost.

“I know you don’t really have manners for others but with me, I thought you would’ve known I don’t tolerate disrespect,” he whispered into your ear. It felt like Iida was a whole different person.

But you certainly liked that.

Iida pushed you down into the bed and pulled out his fingers from your ass. You could hear the faint noise of his zippers being unbuttoned. A small feeling of glee was felt as you wiggled your hips.

“Huh, you think this is for you?” Iida moved his hand to grip at the back of your neck. His hand almost covered the entirety of it. Even with just one hand, he effectively had you pinned down.

“This is for me and only me, (Name).” It was the first time he had ever said your first name. Iida’s cock, that you wished you could’ve seen, was harshly shoved inside.

He was true to his words. His thrusting was mainly focused on chasing his own release. But you didn’t care. If he was using you, you’d gratefully allow it.

You moaned pitifully, hoping he’d at least try to touch your prostate but it seemed he was purposefully missing it. His hand around your throat moved up to your hair and pulled it, gaining a cry from you.

He held onto your hair tightly as he used you like a fleshlight. The sound of skin slapping together paired with your moans and bed creeks filled the room. Whoever this new Iida was, you wanted him to last.

“Iida… I wanna cum!” You whined.

“No.”

A pathetic whimper left your throat. It was hot to see him not care for you and be so set on teaching you a lesson but you at least hoped he would try later. Your cock was just leaking for its’ release.

Suddenly, Iida turned you around to lay on your back, giving you a full view of him. His glasses were off and his hair was beginning to stick to his forehead. He didn’t look particularly happy or horny, more calculating.

As if he was thinking about what particular moves to do. And you soon learned why when he moved your legs up to your ears, something you didn’t know you could do, and began to thrust downwards inside of you.

This angle was hitting your prostate constantly. A scream left your lips as you tried to get used to the sensation. You arched your back as you reached over to grip at his shirt, pulling him down for a kiss. But he didn’t kiss you—he pressed a finger against your lips instead.

“Only good boys get kisses.”

You whined in embarrassment. Iida really had you now didn’t he. You came right after that. Iida was someone you dreamed of having sex with—but this right now was hotter than any dream.

Much to your surprise, Iida pulled out before his orgasm and pushed you down on the bed. He moved to aim his cock at your stomach and rubbed himself until he came, coating his cum all over your stomach.

“And only good boys get to be rewarded with cum inside.” He said, patting your sore butt as he got up to get some wet wipes.

You frowned at the cum on your stomach. Maybe you should rethink your little delinquent attitude.

But maybe a balance. Where’s the fun in being entirely good?

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

You said brat taming and I ran with it… trying some new kinks, whatcha think?

Also don’t feel guilty about requesting! It’s what my blog is for

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ayoogirlie · 2 months

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Before I start writing angst, let's go with something pleasant. I just recently started reading and watching MASHLE which is why I don't knowe many characters well.

MASHLE MAIN 5 X GN!READER (separated)

Main 5 falling in love with you!

Mash

This one is oblivious. He doesn't realise he holds special feelings for you. I believe at first he could have though of you as sibling.

You're just as important as his father so why not? The three of you could be a fine family.

He would share creampuff with you... just like with others. Honestly, it would be difficult to notice he likes you in that way. This man is so indifferent or more like he forgot to train his face muscles.

The thing that betrayed his feelings is the fact that he has been following you everywhere like a little duckling his mom.

Whether you have classes together or not. If you had them together — he would sit with you or at least close to you. Some rather prefer to sit alone, which helps them focus. On the other hand, if you have separated classes, he would always escort you to the class and only leave after making sure you sat down.

Mash's main love language would be act of service. I don't find him as a touchy guy — he would respect your personal space. The most he would do is grab the snip of your sleeve to not possibly lose you in crowd. (I find it cute honestly, like he would be to shy to grab your hand, so he would be happy with bare minimum.)

Going back to act of services. I think you would have a special privilege — flavoured creampuff. Coffee, chocolate, strawberry, etc., whichever you want. This guy would take you to kitchen and make you bake them together. Unless, your cooking is hopeless and you can set the kitchen on fire, then you're simply watching him work and talk about the silliest things.

Mash would definitely listen to your rambling. Well, at least he will try to. At some point, he would pass out, if he was overflowing with many new information. Please, go slow with him.

When asking others for help with you, he first would try to figure things out himself. Only if he had no more ideas, would he ask his friends for love advices (most likely Lance or Finn).

This guy is so sweet yet so clueless. He loves you so clumsily and as a boyfriend he doesn't change his attitude much. He already treated you in special way. Well, maybe he'll get more intimate with you. I'll leave it to your imagination.

Finn

I simply adore this boy. His love is as innocent as he is. Literally, he would be all red and shy when he realised his feelings for you.

He would get nervous around you and every possible physical contact would make him explode. He's too focused to not make any mistakes in front of you, that he forgets to relax.

Well, it's not like he's always like that. His heart would explode at this point. There are some moments, when he is even sweeter than he is now. It's when you simply sit somewhere and do nothing, just enjoying your existence. He feels so calm that he wish those moments would last forever.

Finn likes DIY. So I bet he would make some for you, it might be jewelry, plushie or something more practical. Whatever you'll ask for he will do. (If it's in terms of his skills.)

If you ask him to teach you how to make some, he would be more than happy. Who wouldn't be happy to spend time with their crush?

He would carefully explain everything and help you if you have any difficulties with the project. Sometimes I wonder where he gets all this patience from. Whether you would get discouraged or curse how hard it is, he would try to calm you down and explain your mistakes.

When I'm still talking about teaching. Study session. I just see with my eyes of imagination. The two of you sitting in library beside each other and bending over books. It depends on you — whether he's teaching you some subject or you just enjoy your company.

Finn loves animals. I think, he would always tell you many random fact about them and won't stop talking, until he gets a hold on himself.

When he finally remembers himself, he will start apologising and feeling bad about being the only one talking. Then you kave to reassure him that you really don't mind and he can continue.

As a boyfriend, he treats you very well. People might say he's a perfect boyfriend material, but you can see how much he tries and I hope you do as much for him as he does for you.

Lance

Honestly, I can't imagine him giving someone else attention than his sister. Like this sis-con on has Anna in his head. So you can imagine how everyone was surprised when they noticed his unusual behaviour towards you.

And it wasn't some big change. No. It was more subtle. He was less strict with you than he is with others. Whenever you seemed sad because of his, sometimes mean, comments, he would apologise. (It took him a lot of courage to say this simple words.) He was more careful with his act to not sadden you.

I believe that after some time of knowing each other he would tell you about his sister and maybe if he happens to trust you a lot — about her illness as well.

He strikes me as a gentleman at some point. He would hold the door for you, help you with school work and follow you almost everywhere as if it was his duty.

Unfortunately for you, his sister will always be his number one, so unless you accept this fact, I don't think he will try to do anything with your relationship.

As well as it was with Finn, you two would have study session together. This guy is so clever that it would be stupid not to ask for help with the subject, spell or other thing you have difficulties with.

He truly admires you. You saw him in numerous embarrassing situations, for example when he was talking to Anna's pictures etc. Everyone' else would already start avoiding him. Maybe that's why he finds you as a perfect match for himself. Someone who wouldn't judge his behaviour and just accept his 'imperfections'.

Lance would respect your personal space and it would have to be you who initiates physical contact (mostly before your relationship). But he would place his hand on your waist with excuse not to let you bump into others.

He looks like the guy who would give other people, who are talking to you, nasty glare, when you don't look. It's not that he doesn't believe in his charm, it's just the fact that he doesn't like others being to close or touchy with you.

As a boyfriend Lance becomes more possessive and clingy. He would hug you from behind and gets touchy when you least expect it. Well, at least you're never bored.

Dot

It's easy to captivate this hot-headed guy's heart... if you're a woman of course. Male readers have it harder. But now we are talking about the stage he is already in love.

He would always boast to his friends about how he's going to marry you with no shame. Of course, always when you're absent. If by chance you will witness him saying it. He would want to hide under ground.

He would always scream at the person, you would give too much attention. He gets easily jealous, but he act like thata with every male that gets too much attention from others.

That's why you don't realise he holds any special feelings towards you. He still acts like he act towards women, so you don't think any special of the way he treats you.

I believe Dot would be touchy with you. Like put his arm over your shoulder or surprise you from behind. Honestly, if he would have ever touched you in a way that would make you feel uncomfortable, as a man he is — he would never forgive himself.

In his eyes, he gives you special treatment. He doesn't play pranks on you and even with Lemon in room, he always focus on what you're saying and so on.

After some time, he gets more obvious that others notice his strange behaviour. He always stares at you, daydream about you two being together. His eyes are always following your person.

When you're close, he catch himself on enjoying your fragrance. Later of course, Dot will blame himself as well call himself a pervert. But you cannot be mad at him. He just can't get enough of you.

If he only could he would almost always hold you in his arms and never let go, while being too scared you might run away from him.

He is energetic, so as a boyfriend he would take you to many places. Date? Let's go to amusement park, if not, we have many other options. Of course, sometimes you two have home dates, where you just cuddle and enjoy eachother company.

Lemon

Congratulations. You just won over Mash and captured Lemon's heart. This turn of event surprised everyone, like literally everyone, even Mash.

Lemon would act similar like she did while having crush on Mash. She would be so delulu and talk about how the two of you are engaged and all (in fact you aren't... for now).

She would randomly grab your arm and hug it. People got used to seeing you this way. The two of you walking through the corridor, you look like those couples who always stick close to eachother.

She gets easily jealous of other people you're close with, expect for Mash, Lance, Finn and Dot, since she knows they won't try anything with you. When she feels threatened by someone, she would get closer to you or (in most cases) panic.

She would definitely share Cupid Gummies with you. Like she would buy it and almost immediately run to you only to give you some. She thinks of it as a special bond between the two of you.

Lemon blush a lot around you, that's for sure. You get too close? With red as tomato face, she would slap you. She gets a little violent when nervous, it's the fact you have to accept. But who can blame her? She's so happy to have you around that she cannot control her actions.

She's like a ray of sunshine, which is why whenever you're sad, she will try to make you feel better. Sometimes when words won't help, she just sits next to you. She wants you to know she will be always here for you.

You would get a lucky charm from her. One reason is that to keep you safe, other is to have her close to you. While making a design she would try to match with your taste. Like when she made Mash creampuff plushie, she would make something similar.

Whenever she would have problems with spells, she would go to you. Perfect excuse to spend time together! In exchange, she would teach you theory you would have problem with.

As a girlfriend, Lemon is very sweet. She wouldn't have to find excuses just to spend time with you. You would be often seen together eating lunch or walkings around while holding hands.

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Obey Me! Demon Brothers Imagine: MC is kidnapped by a lower demon and summons them to save them

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Dateables Ver.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of torture, punching, kicking, and choking. Slightly suggestive with Asmo? MC is tied to a chair and slightly manhandled.

Scenario:

You thought all of this would be over. You had been at RAD for half a year now, all the demons seemed to be used to your presence and no one had so much as given you dirty looks anymore. When you first arrived you were the target of some bullying and pranks, but after the school learned you were under the protection of the seven brothers, that ceased to exist.

So when Judas, a popular and nice demon in your history class offered to help you study after school, you gladly accepted it. It was your worst subject, and exams were quickly approaching. He was smart, pretty, and seemed to get along well with everyone.

That was what you thought until you woke up in a dark room, tied to a chair looking up at him horrified. Your mind drifted back to when he offered you a drink when you first came to the study room. He must have slipped you something and then drug you off to some secluded area.

“Why would you do this?” you demanded, tugging at the ropes that bound your fists together behind the chair.

“Because I think Lord Diavolo’s plan to unite the three realms is blasphemous.” Judas spat back. “Humans could never stand as equals to demons, and when I’m done with you, he’ll feel the same way.”

“I’ll give you one chance.” you told him with an ice cold stare, doing an awful good job at hiding your fear. “Let me go right now and I won’t summon him.”

Judas laughed maniacally, throwing his head back to the ceiling and clapping his hands. He then grabbed the back of your neck and forced you to look up at him. “Go ahead. I’m sure he’d love to join me. You may think those brothers like you, but they only protect you out of pity.”

You gave Judas a small smirk before screaming out your demon’s name, pact mark glowing brightly on your skin.

Lucifer:

His vision immediately turned red as soon as he gained sight of what was before him. Some lower level demon was touching his human. In a few short strides he had already made his way over, picking up the scum with effortless strength and throwing him to the ground with such immense force. As Judas was whimpering beneath him, Lucifer gave a low chuckle as he cracked his neck and put his boot against Judas’ skull.

“So you’re the one who’s been stalking them? I should have known. Lower level scum like you always want to go after a stronger man’s treasures to prove something of themselves. I can always sense when someone is after my MC. I just never thought it would be someone I used to respect.” He pushed his foot down further on Judas’s temple making him cry out.

“Mark my words, heathen.” Lucifer said through gritted teeth. “You’re in for a fate much worse than you were planning to give my MC. You messed with the biggest bull in the devildom, and now you’ll be impaled by my horns.” Lucifer gave one swift kick to Judas’ abdomen, rendering him unconscious.

His demon form instantly vanished as he turned to you, practically sprinting over to you. He knealt down to your level, scanning over your body for any signs of injury with such soft eyes. “Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you did he?”

“No he didn’t.” you told him, finally feeling safe enough to release a few tears. “I called for you right away.”

“Oh my love…” he immediately wrapped his arms around you, placing your head in the crook of his neck. He pulled back to look at you with such admiration. “You were so brave, you did such a wonderful job. I only wish I could have been there to help you sooner. But don’t fret, you’re safe now.”

Now that he new you were safe, Lucifer couldn’t resist the swell of pride in his chest at the fact that you immediately called him for help. But of course, he couldn’t tell you that.

Mammon:

When he was summoned he was actually facing away from the two of you, arms stretched behind his head as he cracked his back. His physique alone was truly incredible, immediately striking fear into the heart of Judas, who thought you were bluffing about being able to summon your demon.

“Ah, MC, I didn’t think ya would need me so soon.” Mammon said, his words dripping with cockiness. He turned around, ocean eyes zeroing in on Judas, making him go frozen. Greed soared through every cell in his body as he realized: someone thought they could take you away from him. And there was no saving Judas after that.

At the speed of light, Mammon had him pushed up against the wall, right hand locked around his neck in a tight chokehold while his left snapped off one of Judas’ horns.

“Now, mind explaining to me what made ya think you had the right to touch my precious human?” he spat, seething with rage as he tossed the severed horn over his shoulder.

“Come on man, it’s not what you think!” Judas stammered, practically shaking against Mammon’s enourmous frame. “I just wanted to shake them up a bit! You don’t really care for this worthless human do you?”

At that Mammon lost it and socked him right in the jaw, so hard it sounded like a cannon. He then grabbed the back of Judas’ neck in the same way that he had seen him do to you. “Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, call them that. You’re about to incur the wrath of The Great Mammon, then you’ll know what it’s like to feel worthless. But you’ll have to wait for that treat until I can get MC out of this hellhole.”

In another quick flash of movement, Mammon untied you from the chair and set you down on the floor gently, then tied Judas up to the chair the exact same way. Once he was out of the way, Mammon rushed over to you, cupping your face in his hands.

“Are you okay? How much happened before I got here?” he pleaded, eyes watering the tiniest bit.

“Not much,” you told him, placing your hands over his. “You came right away, my demon.”

“Of course I did. I’m your Great Mammon.” he smirked, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “But what were ya doing hanging out with some shady guy like this?! You should be more careful!” he shook you lightly in a scolding tone.

“I’m sorry, you’re right! I shouldn’t have been so careless.” you confessed, tossing your head against his chest.

Mammon was shocked that you agreed with him so easily without any push back. He realized then that you were probably tired from the adrenaline rush of everything. He just thought of you being so strong, he didn’t even consider that you might have been scared of Judas.

“It’s alright, MC.” he said affectionately patting the back of your head, trying not to soil the moment with the ego boost it gave him. “I’ll take care of everything for ya.”

Leviathan:

Levi didn’t like to admit it, but he could get extremely protective over you. After all, you’re his person. You guys had such a special connection that he hadn’t found in anyone else. Well, other than Henry. And while he never took much pride at all in his sin of envy, you were the only thing he was not willing to share with anyone, not even his brothers or Lord Diavolo. He would defend his right to be your demon against all odds, and the fact that this joker thought he had the right to mess with his favorite person was just unacceptable.

This was the angriest you had seen him since the TSL quiz showdown, and to be frank, you were just glad he was on your side. Levi took slow, suspenseful steps toward Judas who was paralyzed with fear, before stopping dead in front of him. Without warning, his tail wrapped around the lower demon like a boa constrictor, lifting him up into the air as he gasped for air.

“You really are pathetic, aren’t you?” he hissed, practically shaking the room with his rage. “Let me tell you this, they have more of a beloved place in this realm than a normie like you ever will!”

“C-calm down man!” Judas choked out. “I wasn’t going to hurt them! I just wanted to teach them a lesson!”

Levi giggled in that devious, maniacal way that he does at times, leaning in closer to the inferior’s face as he spoke. “Well then allow me to teach you a few lessons, hm?”

With that, Judas was thrown across the room and slammed against the hard stone wall. The force was so much that some of the rock began to crumble around his body.

“Lesson number one.” Levi began. “Never touch something that doesn’t belong to you.”

“Lesson number two…” he continued, giving the inferior a harsh slap on the back with his tail as he tried to get back up, making him fall flat on the floor with a thud. “When you do wrong, you must suffer the consequences.”

After all this, Levi yanked Judas’ head up by his hair and forced him to look him in the eyes. “And lesson three- never mess with the Avatar of Envy or his human.”

When Levi felt that his work was done, he sprinted over to you and undid your restraints, then scooped you up in his arms and carried you away to recuperate in his bathtub/bed.

“Sorry I didn’t get here sooner MC-chan! Can I make it up to you with a TSL marathon and Ruri cosplay photo shoot?”

Satan:

O-ho-ho no. No no no. That scum picked the wrong human to kidnap. Satan has been known to be quite the sadist, and quite knowledgeable in the subject of torture. And this was no exception.

Satan didn’t really like to use his sin. He felt that if it was only born out of Lucifer’s rage, then giving into his wrath would push him further into his brother’s shadow. Normally, Satan would use his acquired intelligence against this demon. However, this was most certainly not one of those times. The second Satan looked into your teary eyes, he was an absolute beast. He sprinted up to the demon and tackled him straight to the ground. He threw punch after punch, until the miserable thing cried out for mercy.

“Shut up, you worthless worm!” Satan practically roared, clutching the demon’s collar with both hands. “How dare you, how dare you put your filthy hands on my irreplaceable human!” He then yanked Judas up to his face and hissed with a whisper into his ear, “No amount of pain you incur will ever atone for what you put them through, but I’ll be damned if I let you go without a punishment. I’ll see you in the dungeon.”

Then with a snap of Satan’s fingers, Judas had vanished to another location. After he untied you, you practically leapt into his arms. You were so shook up, clutching onto him for dear life and not being able to hold back your tears any longer. He of course immediately went soft and cradled you in his arms, sitting down with you in his lap.

“It’s alright my darling.” he told you, running his hand along your back, not realizing how tightly he was holding onto you until he leaned back to look you in the eye. “I guess the only thing I’m afraid of in this world is losing you. Could you ever accept such a wrathful heart?”

You put your hands around his cheeks which he immediately blushed at, turning as still as a statue. “You’re absolutely beautiful Satan. You’re so strong, but still so delicate. I wouldn’t want anyone else to have saved me.”

At that, the sound of a cupid’s arrow plucking a tiny green demon heart could be heard throughout the entire devildom. No one had ever described him so kindly. Satan now knew for sure that the only kind of demon he ever wanted to be was yours.

Asmodeus:

At first glance, Asmo didn’t seem very intimidating. With his slender frame, cute voice, and soft facial features, no one expected him to be so lethal. But Judas underestimating his love for you was a big mistake.

Asmo swooped into the room, his black wings spanning out behind him as he landed, standing tall in front of you. His doe eyes widened at the sight of you. He had only seen you in this position once before, and he could tell by the look on your face that this was not the same kind of scenario.

“MC… do you want me to take care of this?” Asmo chirped, his face looking sweet and innocent but you could see the danger that lurked behind his amber gaze. You gave him a frantic nod, and that was all the confirmation he needed.

In mere seconds, you watched your sweet little avatar of lust transform into the most terrifying being in the devildom. His eyes darkened, his veins stood out against the skin of his arms and hands, wings and horns gleaming in the faint light of the dimly lit room… to you, he looked hot as hell, but to Judas, he looked positively terrifying.

“So, you think you can tie my MC up?” Asmo sneered, striding up to Judas who was already backing away from you. “Only I get to do that, little demon. And that’s with consent.” In a flash, Judas was on his knees, absolutely captivated by the darkness that Asmo radiated. Asmo took advantage of this and kicked him up the head with his heeled boot, rendering him unconscious.

“MC!” he called out, instantly turning on his heel and running to you, tearing the ropes away from you. He wrapped you up in his wings and embraced you for a moment before pulling back to look you over. “I’m so happy you’re safe! Sorry you had to see that side of me, I know it’s not so pretty! How about I make it up to you with a night of pampering? I’ve got face masks and a rose petal bath with your name on it!”

“Oh, don’t worry Asmo…” you reassured him, pushing his honey colored waves back. “I didn’t mind seeing you like that. It was sort of sexy.”

“Oh?” he smirked, caressing your cheek. “Would you like me to take you back to my room and show you more?”

Beelzebub:

Beel was especially shocked at the scene that played out in front of him, considering he and Judas were teammates on the Fangol team. He couldn’t believe that someone he fought and played with could hurt his beloved human.

Beel’s a big boy. Like, he’s very tall. And muscular. His build alone was enough to leave Judas quaking in his boots. But that was nothing compared to the way his violet eyes pierced into him, making him feel about two inches tall.

“You’re trying to hurt… my human? MY human?” Beel demanded, towering over the inferior creature who was scrambling backwards. “What makes you think you have the right!” This was just as bad as… no, worse than when his custard was stolen.

“Beel, I…” Judas stuttered, looking around for any sort of excuse for what he had done. “I’m surprised you don’t want to share this snack with me! I mean, they do look delicious don’t they?”

Oh that did it. Beel’s large hand clasped around the demon’s throat, raising him up into the air by only his neck. He then pushed him up against the wall, still holding him up.

“Now you listen to me…” Beel growled in such a deep voice you could barely hear him from where you sat. “They are not a snack. And even if they were I sure as hell wouldn’t share them with the likes of you. Do you understand?” Judas was dumb founded, stammering and stuttering from his place on the wall. Beel was getting impatient, and slammed his body against the wall once more. “I said, do you understand!”

“Yes! I do! I promise!” Judas pleaded.

“Good.” Beel continued. “Now here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna let you go, but you’re going to run far away and never show your face in this realm again. If I ever see you around here again, you’ll wish you hadn’t been so bold as to fall from grace in the first place. Got it?”

“Yes! You won’t ever see me again in your life!” Judas cried, and with that Beel thrashed him onto the ground. He scuttled away, never to be seen again, and Beel turned back into the giant puppy that he truly was for you.

“Are you okay love? Did I not come soon enough?” He asked so softly he was almost whispering. He was feeling all over your body looking for the slightest abnormality.

“No my darling, you came just in time.” you told him, feeling so much better now that it was just the two of you in the room. You gave him a kiss on the forehead that made him smile so bright. “My hero.”

“Let’s get you out of here, yeah?” he suggested, and after you gave him a nod he carried you off to your room bridal style. He cuddled you all night after that. Well, at least until dinner time.

Belphegor:

You were the only one allowed to disturb Belphie’s sleep. And even you thought it was best to choose your battles wisely. So when you summoned him without any warning, he knew something was wrong. All the sleepiness in his face faded as he saw his darling in the hands of some monster. He was suddenly wide awake.

“This is your demon?” Judas chuckled, pulling your neck back even further in his hand. “This is the lowest ranking of the seven brothers! I’m not so easily intimidated.”

Belphegor simply chuckled at this remark, then yawned and stretched like he normally does after a nap. “MC dear, you may want to look away. I don’t want to trigger you by acting like I did the night I attacked you.”

That was all you needed to hear before you craned your neck away from the two demons. You had forgiven Belphegor for that night long ago, but you certainly didn’t want to see that terrifying side of him again.

“Little Judas…” Belphegor went on, striding over to him with his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but you’re not the first person to underestimate my power as seventh-born… and you probably won’t be the last.” He snickered, cracking his knuckles. “But I am still one of the seven brothers for a reason. And it’s a good reason too. That’s something you’ll never forget.”

After that, all you heard was a bunch of frenzied noises, mostly of Belphegor’s blows and Judas’s begging for forgiveness. Once the noise stopped, Belphie suddenly appeared in front of you, the exact same way you saw him before you looked away.

“He’s taken care of darling.” he smiled, kissing your cheek before untying you. As soon as you were free, you sprung into his arms, burying your head in his chest and squeezing his torso super tight. He was taken aback by this for a second, but then smiled at your affections, holding you against him softly.

“Thank you so much.” you uttered quietly. “You really saved me Belphie. This definitely makes up for when you tried to kill me.”

“I’m honored, but I’m still going to spend the rest of my life proving to you that I love you. Starting with taking you up to bed and holding you close until you fall asleep with only sweet dreams.”

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

Summary : You provoke Aemond, who is prone to jealousy

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

Additional Information :

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckles - "And I am not arrogant."

Aemond gives you a sly smile, his pride evident.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#hotd #hotd x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd fanfiction #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond fanfiction #hotd aemond #aemond the kinslayer #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fanfic #posessive!aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you

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verysium · 6 months

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『01』呪術廻戦: jujutsu kaisen recs

五条悟: gojo satoru

i know you still think about the times we had by @saetoru

satoru will always comes when you call him, he just never thought you’d stop calling. notes: satoru is so desperate and pathetic here it is just delicious; has the right amount of angst to cause tension but a good ending to soothe my poor heart; traditional rich boy and disapproving mother/father scenario but implemented relatively well; miscommunication and feelings of inadequacy; reader realizing the extent to which satoru loves them

pretty eyes by @quirklessidiot

in which the right eye is mine and the left eye is yours and when we meet for the first time, you see your own eyes staring back at you. notes: takes tragic star-crossed lovers to a whole new level; riddled with parallels and symbolism; idea of illness and loving someone at their worst; right person, wrong time at its finest; fate being unnecessarily cruel; surprising moments of humor

minazuki by @quirklessidiot

In which Y/N L/N is placed under a union she has no choice but to partake for the sake of her survival. notes: this series needs to be scientifically studied; it is just that good; halfway in and i fell in love with the reader instead of gojo; strong and somewhat morally grey characters; dark themes around femininity in a patriarchal society but concept was executed flawlessly

21: only by @tenjiiku

“What do you want, Satoru?” You do not use his last name or any honorific to address him despite his age. He was older than you by a few years — but certainly did not act the part — so you do not think he deserves your respect. Your host father told you he does — something about his being from a prominent private school as an educator, which you cannot possibly fathom being the truth — but only in front of you is Satoru Gojo an inane, odd man with a need for clean, dry-cleaned clothes that, for some strange reason he has conjectured in his equally baffling mind, that only you can provide. He smiles at you, placing his cheek in his hand. “You.” notes: this fic embodies the duality between gojo and satoru; he is easy-going until he isn’t and you realize he actually has a considerable amount of depth; the plot twist did it for me; satoru being a loud-mouthed tease but secretly harboring feelings

soulswap by @orphxus (impxria)

this is where the evening splits in half, love or death. grab an end, pull hard, & make a wish. notes: short but realistically describes everything wrong with jujutsu society; poetic voice; gojo being serious for once; disillusionment and tragic hero archetype; being the strongest yet being unable to save anybody; geto would read this fic and feel seen

両面宿儺: ryomen sukuna

nocuous by @quirklessidiot

“It’s ironic, isn’t it? I knew how this was going to end but I’m still terribly hurt by it.” notes: the heian era setting is so complex and established even through dialogue and subtle description; reader strikes me as older and able to deal with sukuna’s chaotic nature; sukuna being an absolute menace is sending me; tragic angst but almost didn’t notice it due to how beautifully the images are presented

avīci by @rotpeach

Several years ago, Satoru Gojo was involved in the exorcism of a uniquely stubborn curse. The official report states that one of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers was recovered from the scene, and nothing else. Only the two of you know the truth. notes: gore, gore, and even more gore; boy was this fic a wild ride; imagine a work that condenses the ugliest and most revolting parts of human nature yet presents them so elegantly you start questioning the blurred lines of morality; cannibalism, violence, and love triangles; japanese mythology & folklore; heian period references; cursed spirit reader tries to grapple with the idea of self after being created for the sole purpose of serving others; themes of existentialism, identity crisis, obsession

#fic recs #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader

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lovemly4 · 2 months

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Hi there! Not sure if you're open for request but if you dont, feel free to ignore 😅 my request will be lando x reader, whereby he's dating a very shy reader so its normal for her to want to keep their relationship very private. However, one day, reader told lando that she's ready to watch him race and support him irl and it makes him so so happy and both of them were smiley and giggly while walking on the paddock. Hope that's okay!

I’m here with you - Lando Norris

word count: 841 ; genre: fluff ; pairing: Lando Norris x reader ; warnings: none, just teeth rotting fluff ☆

Note: Hii, of course requests are open!! And this is so cute omfg, i feel like Lando would be super respectful of you boundaries, but his eyes would light up when you tell him that you’re ready to support him in person to his races.

Wednesday, Nov 29th, 2023

My heart jumped at the sound of the front door opening. It had been three days since the Abu Dhabi GP, and during our time apart we tried to contact each other every time we could.

“My darling, i missed you so much” he exclaimed against my shoulder as I hugged him, inhaling his familiar perfume. I felt a little bad at his words, a little thunder striking through my heart.

Despite being in a relationship with him for four months already, I’ve never felt ready enough to make it public; but what was I so afraid of? I didn’t really know, actually.

I feared that people would come at me, telling me that I wasn’t enough, that he deserved someone better, maybe? Yes, most definitely.

Something held me back, despite my wish to make him the happiest man in the world.

“I missed you too Lan, I’m sorry i wasn’t able to be there with you” I apologized, my hand making its way to his cheek.

He smiled comprehensively.

“You don’t need to apologize love, I know. I would never force you into something you don’t feel comfortable doing” He said in a tone a little louder than just a whisper.

I placed a little peck on his lips, and reached out to help him with his luggages.

Friday, Feb 23rd, 2024

I looked at the tallest shelf in our shared walk-in closet, carefully choosing Lando’s shirts.

My face assumed a concentrated look, as the man walked in behind me placing his hand on my waist.

“Sweetheart, we don’t need to put so much effort in choosing my clothes, you know? I’ll probably be wearing my suit most of the time, anyway” he chuckled, stroking my side.

“I know Lan, but it’s the first race of the season! You must look good!” I talked back, reaching for the Quadrant shirt.

I followed him out of the closet, laying his shirt flat beside his joggers.

I studied him silently as he was organizing the space in his bag.

“…Lando, will you be alone in Bahrain?” i asked hesitantly, nervously playing with the hem of my sleeve.

“Oh no, my team will be there, of course. Zack will arrive two days later than me, he mentioned a problem with his son or something. I’ll meet Oscar outside the airport there.”

I stayed hushed, quietly working out my thoughts as he locked the luggage.

“What if… What if i come with you? To Bahrain. To the race.” i tried to ask, timidly hiding my hands in my pockets.

He turned to me all of a sudden, eyes wide open like a deer caught in headlights.

“Did i heard that right? You’re not joking, are you? Are you serious?” he spoke quickly, almost as if he was trying to convince himself of what he had just heard.

I laughed at his reaction as he took my hands in his.

“Are you really sure y/n? I don’t want you to regret this. I won’t complain if you change your mind.” he sat me on the edge of our shared bed, reassuring me with kind words.

“I’ve never been so sure, Lan. I think it’s about time, i want to cheer you in person and show you all my support” i warmly smiled, and he started bouncing like a little boy. He bursted out of the room before i could process something to say.

“Where are you going?” i shouted, keeping an ear out to detect his distant voice.

“To take your bags!”

Saturday, Mar 2nd, 2024, present day.

A light breeze sways my dress, as I hold Lando’s hand through the paddock.

He never stopped chuckling like a baby since we’ve landed, and now he’s introducing me to every soul on the track.

He walks me to the garage, running to his car and patting the big “4” in the front.

“This is her. Isn’t she beautiful? Hopefully she’ll be a good girl on the track.” I laugh at his seriousness and he copies me, placing his arm around my waist.

“Look, this is where you’re going to sit during the race. You can hear me through the headset. Those are all the monitors through which you can see me. If you need something, let the guys know ok?”

I squeeze his hand reassuringly, and his mind seems to stop wandering for a moment. He has always been so good at hiding his thoughts and feelings, but the quick rise and fall of his chest betrays his calmness.

“Lan, breathe. I’m fine, you’re fine. We’re fine. And most importantly, we’re here together.”

One of the engineers calls for Lando and Oscar, but the light in his eyes is peaceful now.

“I love you. Thank you for being here with me”

I kiss him deeply, and watch him run away with his teammate.

The red lights go out.

The race finally begins, and he couldn’t be happier. He feels safe, and he’s so grateful to have by his side someone so brave and caring.

No matter how it goes, the only thing he cares to win is your heart.

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nomercyanywhere · 6 months

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stuck in an elevator with suguru (made him flirty and pervy cus im ovulating rn)

ーーーーー

it was hot.. though it was spacious, but the taller man standing not too close behind you was taking up half the space, how tiny you must've looked in his eyes

the tension was strong, the air felt thick, the way his clothes wrapped perfectly around his muscular build, his narrow eyes, how attractive. you feel yourself get sweaty.

you've always admired him from a far, had been crushing on him for a while now, but was too shy to go approach. that all changed when shoko introduced you though, sure you were still shy but at least you can get a closer look at his handsome face now.

"you okay?" he smiles "mhm.. s'just so hot is all.." you smile back, tugging at the collar tightly wrapped around your neck. "hm, yeah... you don't mine if i take my blazer off right?" oh? lucky!

"no, f'course not" you chuckle at the end, god, a thin layer of sweat coated his collarbones. you pictured him sweating, then drops of it falling off his chin, he's panting and grunting, hard, as if he was-

"hey. you're all red, you sure you're okay? you can take yours off too you know" he reassures you before dropping his own on the floor. "um, alright.." had you any self respect left?? get yourself together! he was just worried, s'not like he's asking you to strip naked... you wished that happened though

...

"you know... you stare alot." his back was pressed against the wall, looking at the ceiling.. what-?

"uhm- excuse me?" you hesitated to look at him, blood rushed to your face faster than 911 rushed to you guys' aid.

"oh come on, you're so obvious it's kinda cute." he moved in front of you, you felt small and weak. obviously standing beside him would definitely make you feel like that but this time, it's as if, you can't do anything, you're helpless.

"you stare at me when i walk through hallways. when i study, when i eat..." he stopped to look at your flushed face, even bent down abit to get on your level. "wished it you i was eating didn't you?" he whispered

oh, how badly you wanted to hear him whisper the nastiest nothings in your ear.

you were too shy to respond, were you really that obvious? you felt pathetic. he was kind enough to let you know you weren't though

"look at me sweetheart" he gently grabs your chin, then aligns it with his face, he chuckles "your lips are all puckered, you want a kiss?" your eyes shot closed when he said that

you didn't pull away though, you wanted to kiss him, been waiting for too long. "i asked a question" domineering, is the correct word to describe his voice at that moment.

"yes please" you quietly squealed, "hm? i didnt catch that, you mind repeating?", what a fucking tease.

"i.. i want you.. to kiss me".. "where?"

his arm snaked around your waist, slowly pulling you in, your faces just inches away from each other, felt his hot breath on yours.

"here..." you point at your lips, "heh, good boy" before stuffing your throat with his tongue, to make both of your comfortable, he lifts you up and presses you against the warm metal wall

he broke the kiss "up you go.." then went again, this time, more desperately and rough.

your teeth clashed a few times, then you pulled away for air,, for a minute, he looked in your eyes, and you looked into his.. then he looked down at the growing tent in his pants

"fuck.." he pressed his hardon on your clothed cunt, grinding it a bit. "feel that? that's all yours honey" the slick from yours dampened the crotch area of your pants.

"so.. what now prince? hm? we can stay like this if you want~" he says before rubbing into you, "want.. want y'in me.. please. please suguru.." you weakly replied before wrapping your legs around his waist

"i didnt hear you baby" he kept on teasing you and you grew tired of it "i want you inside me please! wanna feel,, feel you deep in me please, wanna.. feel your hot cum filling me up..s'much" you blurted aloud, "that's more like it, good fucking boy-"

you held onto him as he unbuckled his pants and ripped yours, then he aligned his tip with your tight cunt, "ready?" didn't even wait for your response, he thrusted all the way in, balls deep.

"oh fuuuck, shit. you're so tight-" he groaned, around your tight hole hugging him.

you felt full in an instant, just how big is he!? what a beast, you thought. "y'feel me love? hm? where am i huh? how deep am i inside your tiny cunt~" he playfully moves, causing his massive dick to move inside you as well

"y'right here.. s-so deep in me.." you pressed on the bulge forming in your tummy, "keep your hand there, i want you to feel me fuck you full" he puts both your legs onto his shoulders, then began thrusting

they were deep, slow, strokes. your moans were quiet and subtle, because none of you knew when the guys that should be helping you will arrive. so you tried to keep it down.

.. h wasn't making it easy though, with each thrust, his dick kisses your cervix, like it's trying to get inside your womb

"ffuuuuck, feel that? if i move again, im gonna go in your womb~. but you want that don't you naughty boy?" he stayed still till you've given him your answer

you couldn't utter out a single word, for it'd be incoherent, you only gave him whimpers and moans. it felt too good, he felt too good, every vein, every curve, you felt it throb inside your pussy.

"god, yes please~!" please please please please fill me up!!" your nails dug into his nape, cunt clenched around him. he smirked before holding you still, "m'gonna breed you" *plap* "then leave my cock inside you" *plap* "so" *plap* "im sure you've taken all of my kids~"

he picked up the pace and began pounding into your slippery cunny, both your nasty moans and groans filled the tiny elevator.

his sticky balls would slap your ass and his pubes would tickle your clit, not to mention that with each thrust he shoves it alll in you, makes sure that not even 1inch of his dick is left unburied

"fuck, your legs are shaking~ y'gonna cum?" he looked down at your soppy cunt, gushing out your juices whenever he goes in. you had failed to keep your hand on the bulge now that he was fucking you nonstop

he flicked your clit over and over with his thumb while continously hitting your sweet spot, "ohh, you're shaking so much honey, this is gonna be a big one isn't it?" you watch his thick fingers play and tease your swelling bud

"dirty, dirty boy... satoru likes you, y'know? what do you think will happen if i send him a picture of how stupid you look around my cock?" he stopped playing with your clit and grabbed both your legs and pressed them against the wall, you looked like you were getting mating pressed but standing.

"psst, hey, have your lost it? this is just 2nd round baby~" he gently slaps your cheek. oh, your head had gone blank, the words didn't even reach you

"ss.. second r-ound...?" you tried your best to look him in the eyes, but to no avail, he just chuckles and continues his fucking you

"don't pass out yet sweetie, want you to feel me pumping you full" he pounded into you so harshly you had forgotten where you both were

the elevator suddenly collapsing a bit startled you, must've snapped you out of that fucked dumb zone because you dug your nails deep into his broad shoulders

a short yelp escaped your mouth, "shh, it's okay, I'll keep you safe, just hold onto me" he whispers into your ear before wrapping both arms around your smaller frame.

he was close, very close, his dick twitched and throbbed, he messily pounds into you then- you heard the doors opening, a group of men had finally arrived to you guys' rescue

"suguru─!".... "oh fuck.."

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jjk x male reader #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x reader #ftm reader #m! reader #male reader #nomercyanywhereliterature

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Clematis - Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Clematis (Clematis) - Meaning: Ingenuity, cleverness

Summary: Anthony's lover comes up with a way to see him after the ball.

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Word Count: 1504

Warnings: SMUT, probably poorly written cunnilingus (F receiving), reader has female anatomy, Regency era gender politics, Anthony loves giving head

Day 15 and not sure how I feel about this one. Getting it in under the wire, it's almost midnight where I'm at. I just want a man to come in through my window and eat my 😼 okay???

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Likes, Comments, Reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated! ❤️

If this was how Anthony Bridgerton kissed, you couldn’t imagine how else he could make you feel. His lips were firm against yours, but gentle, coaxing, his large hands tracing down your neck and along the line of your decollete which made your breath hitch.

Part of the intoxication was the danger of the situation — you were the daughter of an Earl, a respectable lady of the Ton, and if you were discovered with Anthony Bridgerton’s hands and lips all over you, you would be ruined.

You broke the kiss, needing an influx of air or you would surely faint. Anthony rested his forehead against yours.

“I need you,” you breathed out, “Anthony, I need you.”

He ran a delicate finger down your chest, “Not here, dearest.”

“Then where? When?” You couldn’t help the whine that escaped you as you pressed your pliant body against his firm one.

He sighed, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “If only I could whisk you away from here without drawing suspicion.”

An idea came to mind — it was risky, but if he agreed you could continue feeling like you were on fire, and oh, how you wanted to burn.

“Come to my home, tonight,” you whispered, gasping a little as his lips pressed against your neck, licking over your jeweled necklace. “There’s a trellis just under my window, you can climb right up.”

“You wish for me to defile you in your own bedroom?” Anthony growled against your neck, “Naughty girl.”

He agreed to the plan nonetheless, and you straightened yourself before heading back to your parents, claiming a headache and asking for the carriage.

“But dear, you haven’t danced with Lord Hollingsworth yet!” your Mama declared, having selected the oh-so-boring yet oh-so-available man as your best hope for marriage at the beginning of the season.

“Now, now Cecelia,” your Papa chimed in, “if the girl is unwell we shan’t force her to dance. I’ll call the carriage, dears, you two gather your things and say your goodbyes.” He nodded at you and ducked away, eager to get home as usual.

From across the ballroom, you caught Anthony’s eye and nodded slightly. He winked, sending the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. He was to give you ninety minutes to make sure your parents were asleep, then scale your trellis like a hero in a romantic novel.

Immediately upon your return home, you excused yourself upstairs. Your maid helped you undress, but you dismissed her quickly, claiming you could handle taking the pins out of your hair on your own. Over the next hour, you listened as your father retired to his study and your mother to her bedroom.

Once you were sure your parents were in for the night, you placed a candle in your window — his signal that the coast was clear. Unable to remain still, you started pacing your room. Would he show up or leave you twisting in the wind like this?

Only a few minutes of pacing later a knock came from your window. You dashed over, unlatching it and moving the candle for Anthony to pull himself up. He did so athletically, like letting a tiger into your bedroom. When he was inside, you closed the window and he was on you in a heartbeat, hot kisses along the back of your neck while his hands slid around your waist.

Your hand came up to grip the back of his head, your fingers lacing through his silken hair. You pressed back against him, turning your head to meet his lips with your own. He tasted like whiskey and sin. He spun you around in his grasp and tugged you close to him by your hips.

You gasped as you felt his cock pressing into your lower tummy — he was large. For a moment you hesitated, wondering how something so large would fit inside you, but Anthony’s insistent grip on your hips turned into him grabbing handfuls of your nightgown and pulling the cool silk up, up, up.

“You came,” you gasped breathlessly.

“You didn’t think I would? Tsk, tsk,” he joked, clicking his tongue at you. “My dear, now that I’ve had a taste, I cannot get enough.”

He emphasized his point by kissing your lips once again, licking his tongue into your mouth. You responded with a soft moan, which only seemed to spur him on.

Before you knew what was happening, Anthony had tossed you back onto your bed and was crawling over you, bringing the hem of your nightgown with him. Your breath hitched as you felt his warm, large fingers tracing trails of fire up your legs, teasing your wetness through your undergarments.

“May I taste you,” he asked, and you moaned your response which prompted him to stop his fingers only an inch from where you needed him most. Opening your eyes, you looked down at him and whined. He rose to meet your lips with his. “I need you to remain quiet, otherwise I will stop. And we don’t want that, sweet one, do we?”

Anything. Anything he wanted as long as he kept touching you. When he saw you nod, he hooked a finger beneath your gusset and ripped it, baring your wetness to him. With eyes dark as obsidian in the light of the single candle burning, he gazed up at you with such heat as you had never known.

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, then licked a long stripe into you, sending a lightning bolt up your spine. His lips curled around your clit and you shuddered. A moan threatened to slip past your lips but you clamped your hand over your mouth to stop it. The noise was caught in your throat, fluttering like a canary in a cage.

Anthony hummed a, “good girl,” against you, making you clench around nothing.

You moved your hands, making an effort to keep your tone low, “More, please!”

You felt him smirk against you before he redoubled his efforts, this time breaching your entrance with a thick finger. Moaning at the intrusion, Anthony took this as an invitation to add another finger, stretching you deliciously.

You were close, so close, his fingers pumping and hitting a spot within you that you couldn’t reach, his tongue flicking against your clit. Each movement made the knot in your lower tummy tighten, threatening to snap at any moment.

“Anthony, please,” you whined, unable to control your volume.

He slowed his fingers and removed his mouth from you. “Quiet,” he hissed, “Or do you wish for your parents to find me here?”

Unconsciously, you clenched around his fingers. The danger of being caught added something you couldn’t name to the situation. Anthony smiled. “Mmm, does my sweet want to get caught?” He teased, and you clenched again, “I think she does. Such a wanton little strumpet, tempting me into a dark corner to kiss me, then inviting me to her bedchambers in the middle of the night, and squeezing my fingers at the thought of someone coming in…”

His words, said in his tantalizing baritone, were pushing you closer and closer to the edge. If only he would put his mouth to better use and—

As if reading your mind, his lips landed back on your clit and his fingers picked up their pace once more, again finding the spot within you that made you see stars with every pass.

You clamped your hands over your mouth again and moaned his name, which only spurred him on. He drove into you, his tongue and lips reciting an ode against you, dedicating it to you and your pleasure. Having the entire focus of this season’s most eligible bachelor was intoxicating to say the least — and inevitably what pushed you straight into your climax.

You writhed against him, held in place by his strong forearm as he worked you through your orgasm, the aftershocks lasting much longer than they normally did. Anthony remained between your legs and cleaned up every drop of your release before withdrawing.

The clock in the hall chimed thrice. Anthony joined you when you reached for him, kissing you deeply and letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You let your hand drift to the front of his trousers, palming his length until he guided your wrist away.

“As much as I wish for it, I have an early appointment and must be on my way.”

You pouted up at him, but he placed a sweet kiss to your forehead before slipping off the end of your bed with a promise to see you again soon.

You watched as he made his way back down the trellis. When he got to the bottom, he blew you a kiss before disappearing into the dark Mayfair night.

The early appointment Anthony had, you would find out later, was to meet with your father. He asked for your hand that afternoon. And, knowing what awaited you in your marital bed, you happily said yes.

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koisuko · 2 months

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Could I request the Lin Kuei Trio with a God reader? For more context, Reader is the god of the moon and the Lin Kuei could be a clan who worshipped them? And one day, reader decides to descend to aid Liu Kang for something and the boys end up meeting the god they worship

This took way too long, couldn’t find the motivation. It’s 1 am and suddenly it hit me >:)

Tw: none, fluff, these boys are smitten on sight, gn

It had long been known, for centuries the Lin Kuei worshipped the god of the moon, the night, and the sign of change. The god represented the ways of the Lin Kuei, how day by day they served their purpose with grace and power, never once failing a task. The clan never knew, but the god was watching them, a smile on their face as they heard their prayers.

You watched for centuries as the clan grew, in number and in strength, serving alongside Liu Kang in the protection of Earthrealm. You offered help where you could, assisting from the background and keeping your distance from the mortals themselves. You knew all to well how easily corrupt mortals could become, fearing your reveal could lead to a catastrophic end to the clan.

A gentle voice rang in your ears, an all too familiar god of fire sending a prayer for your assistance. Knowing Liu Kang, he would only request direct help from you if the need was drastic. He was capable of doing many things on his own, but required your aid on rare occasion.

You swiftly left the safety of your temple. Your attire flowing elegantly on the ground behind you, cascading down your back in a watery display of silk. You felt the rays of the moon touch your porcelain skin, fueling the ethereal glow in the intricate patterns imbedded into your arms, a visible representation of your power displayed in inky artistry.

Two pillars stood before you, orbs sat atop the pillars illuminating the room in a dim white radiance, resembling the moon itself. You wave your hands, moonlight rays flow from your fingers, forming a bright portal between the pillars, swirling in a mesmerizing display and humming a song of the night.

Stepping through, you were greeted with a familiar smile, "Lord Liu Kang, it's a pleasure to see you old friend." He tipped his head as a sign of respect and greeting, causing you to mirror his welcoming gesture. "y/n, I truly appreciate your aid in my cause, shall we discuss?" He moved to the side, sweeping his hand and gesturing to the academy behind him.

Upon entering, the ground once bustling with activity, now fell silent as you and Liu Kang walked side by side. The monks pause their training, turning to pay respects to your presence with a bow. "There are a few who wish to meet you." He kept the comforting smile on his face, his eyes directed in front of him as we neared the main temple, "I look forward to it, Liu Kang."

The grand doors of the temple creaked open, behind it revealing the familiar faces of the Lin Kuei. The sudden thump of your heart hammered against your chest, worry masked by a calm and stoic expression. That fear of corruption once again lurked in the back of your mind, shadowing the confidence you harbored for the future. “Bi-han, Kuai Liang, Tomas,” Liu Kang gestures to each man before you as he spoke, “this is y/n, the god of the moon.” You watched each of their reactions individually, carefully studying the surprise and awe in their eyes.

You could see the excitement masked by their need to remain professional. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” you placed a hand over your heart, bowing your head slowly. When you lifted your head back up, you were met with the three of them knelt on one knee, with their heads low in respect. Of the three, it was a surprise to see Bi-han so quick to kneel before someone with no sign of reluctance. “Please, there is no need,” your voice rang in their ears like wind chimes. They were sure to remember your face, your beauty and elegance.

As they all rose, all except one gave a stoic stare. Tomas, his eyes averted elsewhere, darting around rapidly to avoid eye contact. His features were graced with the hues of a blush. It made you giggle, causing him to blush even deeper.

Clasping your hands in front of you, you sighed, breathing in the comfortable silence. “Now,” Liu Kang suddenly cut in, “shall we continue?”

Note: apologies if this is short, it’s been in my drafts for ages and I wanted to finish it the best I can despite losing motivation for it.

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Black Market: III

Hitman Simon Riley x Doctor Fem!Reader

In desperate need of money to clear a million-dollar debt, you accept Simon's offer to become his personal doctor, earning twenty percent of each contract he completes. But as you plunge back into the black market, ghosts from your past emerge, threatening to unravel everything you've worked so hard to run away from.

Mention of sexual assault, mention of Simon Riley's canon backstory, light angst.

Masterlist - Black Market Masterlist

A few weeks passed and with thousands of dollars now sitting in your bank account, you began to reassess the deal you had made with Simon, realizing that it wasn't as terrible as you had initially thought. Slowly, you found yourself lowering your defenses and growing more at ease in his presence and the space around you.

Simon respected your wish to not accompany him on contracts, so you found yourself reluctantly harvesting organs from someone he had killed just minutes ago. It was a grim task, but you saw it as the least you could do for him being so cooperative with your demands.

As you worked, Simon leaned against the counter, watching you tear apart the insides of the man and carefully placing his organs into iced containers. "Thought you wanted to save lives? Here you are tearing into a man I only killed minutes ago," he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. You rolled your eyes at his comment.

"You offered me twenty thousand knowing I'm in desperate need of money. You're a sick man, Simon," you retorted, continuing your work without missing a beat. Simon simply smiled, crossing his muscular arms over his chest.

He looked at the dead man split in half on the table and then to you, marveling at your focused precision and fast hands as you expertly took him apart.

"You think you could've brought him back?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. You smiled as you took out the last part, carefully placing his heart in the ice chest and sealing the container shut. Then, you turned to Simon, your smile lingering.

"I know I could have," you replied confidently. "But he would have been brain dead."

With that, you took off your gloves and sighed before heading up the steps to your bedroom for a much-needed shower. Simon remained in the basement, his mind swirling with questions about you. He had never cared for anyone before; his life had revolved around accepting contracts and killing people for money.

No socializing, no interests, no curiosity for other people. But you were different. There was something about you that intrigued him, something that made him want to peel back the layers and uncover your past.

Simon formed a plan in his head to extract any sliver of information from you that would allow him to delve into your history. He needed to know what made you such a skilled doctor at such a young age, considering that medical school takes years of study and experience to achieve the level of proficiency you display.

You were lying in bed, engrossed in the book that Simon had so graciously bought for you when the savory aroma of garlic and herbs wafted into the room.

Your stomach grumbled in response, prompting you to abandon your reading and make your way to the kitchen. Simon looked up as he set two plates down on the dining table.

"Made you dinner to make up for earlier,"

You raised a skeptical eyebrow as you surveyed the meal before you, but your doubts vanished the moment you took the first bite. "Holy shit, I didn't think you knew how to cook like this," genuine surprise evident in your tone.

A smile tugged at Simon's lips at your reaction. "Wanted to be a cook when I was younger," he admitted casually.

Which hadn’t been a lie, when he was younger he dreamed of opening his own restaurant.

Your eyebrows raised at his revelation. You hadn't expected him to be so open about himself. Relaxing into your chair, you took a sip of wine before sharing a bit of your own past. "I wanted to be a florist."

Simon's interest was piqued, finally getting a glimpse into your backstory. "Florist to surgeon? Pretty different occupations," he remarked, taking a sip of his own wine.

You laughed as you finished your glass and reached for the bottle to pour yourself more. "From a cook to a hitman?" you teased lightly.

Simon grinned in response. "Fair enough.”

Curious about what had steered him away from his childhood dream, you prodded gently, "What steered you away?"

Simon's expression shifted briefly, a flicker of memories passing through his eyes as he glanced down at his plate. "Different circumstances,"

Reflecting on your own past, you nodded in understanding. "Yeah, me too," you murmured, the weight of shared experiences hanging in the air between you.

As the evening wore on and a few more glasses of wine were shared between you and Simon, you found yourself loosening up. Eventually, you began to vent about your past jobs, particularly about a hospital where the nurses were brain dead fucks. You launched into a rant about all of them, each one seemingly worse than the last.

Simon listened intently, his grin widening as he realized the wealth of information you were unwittingly providing him. With each complaint, he mentally cataloged the names and details, knowing that he now had enough clues to get a glimpse into your past.

That night as you slept upstairs, Simon delved into the depths of the internet, scouring through various websites until he stumbled upon a list of old employers associated with your previous job. It didn't take long for him to piece together the missing parts of your identity, and soon enough, he discovered your last name.

Simon navigated through the dark web, his fingers typing in your name with a mixture of curiosity. What he found made his stomach clench.

Before him lay a website, one he was all too familiar with, an organization specializing in sex work. As he scrolled through, he saw old listings featuring you, offering your services for hire. He glanced away when he clicked on a link and saw pictures of you dressed in scant clothing, your eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and fear.

You were only a teenager, no older than seventeen.

His eyes read over an old listing offering a hefty reward for anyone who could locate and return you to them.

It didn't even cross his mind to entertain the idea of betraying you. In his eyes, you were worth infinitely more than any sum of money or reward. As he sat there, reflecting on your past and the horrors you endured, he couldn't fathom the thought of dragging you back into that nightmarish world.

Your value to him went beyond any material gain, your skill as a doctor made you irreplaceable. And as someone who understood the pain of being used, he couldn't bear the thought of subjecting you to that kind of life again.

With a heavy sigh, he leaned back in his chair, everything suddenly made sense, your reluctance to work for him, your aversion to joining him on contracts.

He hadn't expected you to be remotely tied to the black market, let alone be a victim of it. He had unknowingly brought you back to a world you were desperately trying to escape.

You find yourself unable to sleep, plagued by a throbbing headache that refuses to go away. Desperate for relief, you make your way down to the basement in search of Advil, hoping it will alleviate the pounding in your head. As you reach the last step of the basement you see simon at his desk with his back turned toward you.

Your eyes glance at the computer screen and your heart plummets.

Images of your younger self, captured and exploited, sold into a life of servitude and suffering. The shock of seeing your own face reflected back at you in such a vulnerable state leaves you reeling, the pain in your head momentarily forgotten in the wake of this unwelcome intrusion into your past.

"Happy with what you found?" The words escaped your lips before you could stop them, your voice tinged with bitterness. Simon's startled expression told you he hadn't anticipated your arrival, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and guilt.

"Just wanted to know who you were… wanted to know why you didn’t want to work for me," he explained, his voice tinged with a hint of remorse.

You couldn't tear your gaze away from the screen, the images of your younger self serving as a painful reminder of the horrors you endured.

"Sometimes people want their lives and past to be private," you murmured, your words heavy with the weight of years of suffering and trauma.

Simon knew that feeling better than anyone.

"I'm sorry," Simon offered, his apology hanging in the air like a fragile thread.

"No, you're not," you muttered bitterly, turning away and ascending the steps. As you disappeared from view, he sighed heavily, sinking back into his chair.

“Fuckin hell.”

The next morning, you found Simon waiting for you with breakfast prepared, a silent acknowledgment of his attempt to bridge the gap between you. Awkwardly, you took your seat at the table, the tension between you thick as you both ate in silence. The weight of his invasion of your privacy hung heavily in the air.

But then, as if unable to bear the tension any longer, Simon spoke up, his voice carrying the weight of his own past.

"The reason I didn't pursue my dream as a kid was because I enlisted in the military… my captain sold me out and I was captured, tortured, and used... anything to break my will and force me into blind obedience to their commands."

"I escaped," he continued, "After being buried alive and digging my way out with the jaw of the rotting corpse I was buried with. I made it home, went to therapy, and fixed my family troubles."

As he spoke, you could feel the weight of his trauma, the scars etched into his very being. "My teammates were also captured, but they were brainwashed. When I returned home one night, I found my family dead, my former team being responsible for their deaths. I hunted them down with the help of the black market and killed them. Since then, I've remained in this line of work.."

You sat there in stunned silence, his words sinking in like heavy stones in a pond. Simon continued to eat as if what he had just revealed was just another fact of life.

In that moment, you realized he already knew so much about your past; perhaps it was time to lay it all bare. With a heavy heart, you met his gaze, finding a shared understanding in the depths of his eyes.

“I was seventeen when a few men broke into my house one night, dragged me and my parents into the living room, and made me watch as they tortured my dad and had their way with my mom before killing the both of them.”

Your focus shifted to the small droplets of water falling against the side of your cup, each one mirroring the weight of the memories you carried.

“I was sold around before I made my way to the organization you were looking at last night. There was a group of us, we were sold to different men for our services.” The room fell silent as you paused, your gaze dropping to your lap for a few moments.

Simon, ever perceptive, sensed your discomfort in revisiting those painful moments from your past. “You don't have to talk about it, love,” he said gently, his voice carrying an understanding tone. “I understand—”

“A lot of the girls were rebellious, so they would get taught lessons,” you cut him off, your voice carrying the weight of each painful memory.

“That's where I learned how to patch up the girls with very little supplies. The man in charge noticed, so he made me start patching up the men who worked for him.” You picked at the skin around your nails as you furrowed your brows. Simon’s gaze never left you, his eyes bouncing over your facial expressions.

“Their injuries weren’t just simple scratches and cuts. They would get stabbed, or shot, and when I failed to save one of them, he made me watch as he tortured one of the girls, killing her slowly as my punishment… It happened two more times after that. I wasn't a fucking surgeon, I didn't know what I was doing.” you recounted, your now fingers picking at the hem of the place mat, the memories still haunting you.

“My lack of skill resulted in the deaths of three girls. I spent five years there, playing doctor for him when he needed it and earning him money with my services. During one of my transports for a service, the car was attacked by one of their rivals, which allowed me to escape. Now I'm here.”

The weight of those years is heavy in your voice. The barriers between you seemed to dissolve, replaced by a shared understanding of the pain and suffering you both carried within you.

"I became skilled out of necessity; failure meant the death of innocent girls."

You took a deep breath before locking eyes with him. “I'm sorry about what happened to you and your family. You didn't deserve that."

You paused for a second before continuing, "I wish you never enlisted.” His brows furrowed as he studied your expression. “Why?”

“Because you’d be working at some restaurant, and I would have never met you or been dragged back into this business.” Simon exhaled deeply, leaning back in his chair.

“You're safe here. We're nowhere near Russia, and if someone tried to fulfill the contract, I’d be here to protect you.” You furrowed your brows, your voice tinged with confusion. “What contract?”

“There’s an eight hundred thousand dollar contract open to whoever can deliver you back to Finn.” Your expression twisted with disgust at the mention of his name, recalling the fear he instilled in you for years.

“When was the contract posted?” Simon shook his head. “Years ago.” You nodded slowly as you picked at your food with your fork.

“I'm sorry, for digging into your past and dragging you back into this, you didn’t deserve that. If you want to leave you can.” You smiled and scoffed, “And pass up a free bodyguard, free five-star meals, and easy money? Yeah right.” Simon laughed and you smiled.

“Resourceful girl.”

“What can I say.”

You finished off your breakfast with a comfortable silence and some light back and forth about a new contract Simon was thinking about accepting. Simon picked up both plates and rinsed them off before putting them in the dishwasher.

“A colleague of mine is coming in two weeks or so, he’s going to help me with a contract.”

You hummed and nodded your head, “Where is he going to stay?”

Simon grabbed a bowl of fruit out of the fridge and started picking at it. “He’s staying here.” You furrowed your brows and leaned against the counter next to Simon, your arm grazing his slightly as you reached for a strawberry in the bowl.

He watched as you brought the plump strawberry to your lips, looking away before you glanced back up at him. “What’s he like?”

“Don’t worry, you're safe around him, he is Scottish though.” You lifted your brow as you looked up at him, “Is being Scottish bad?”

“Bastard will talk your ear off.”

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