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cevansbrat0007 · 7 months

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Risky Business

Summary: Full Story! Ari doesn't like it when you take unnecessary risks. So tonight he's going to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Smut, Brat!Reader, Punishments, Use of Restraints/Handcuffs, CMNF (Clothed Male Nude Female), Discussions of Safe Words, Light Degradation, Spanking (mentioned), Ass Slapping, Manhandling, Thigh Riding, Light Choking, Orgasm Denial, Cursing, Minors DNI.

A/N: Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror as you finish knotting the tie on your pink silk robe. Ari’s instructions about what he wanted you to wear had been very clear. And since he’d left your house in a rather sour mood, the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint him.

Your teeth go to worry your bottom lip as you pick up your phone to reread your text exchange from earlier in the day.

You could only hope that he had gone on to have a good day. Otherwise you had the feeling you’d be in for one hell of a lecture whatever he time he made it back to your place. With a sigh you turn off the light and decide to make your way downstairs.

As much as you try not to, you find yourself replaying the events from this morning over and over again in your mind. Perhaps wishing that things could have gone down just a little differently.

Six Hours Earlier…

You knew you’d fucked up the moment you heard the slam of the car door. Freezing in place, you’d dared to look down, not the least bit surprised to see your boyfriend damn near sprinting across your lawn in the direction of your house.

“Hey, Beast! Be right there–oops!” You’d gone to give a little wave, only to let out a tiny screech when you’d nearly lost your footing. Which had only made you man move faster.

“Bird – hold on! Don’t move!” He bellowed as before skidding to a stop just at the base of the ladder propped against the side of your home. “Fuck!”

“I’m okay!” You’d quickly tried to reassure him. “But I think my roof is missing a tile. Couldn’t quite tell by looking at it from there.” You’d vaguely gestured towards the ladder that Ari was clutching as if his life depended upon it. “So I figured I’d just come up to see whatever there was to see.”

“Right. But…” Ari’s fingers had gone to pinch the bridge of his nose as he worked to calm his breathing. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re up there.” His heart had seized in his chest as he watched you wobble for the second time in almost as many minutes. “C’mon and crawl back to me, sweet Bird. I’ll hold this steady, you just focus on not falling.”

‘Please.’ He’d sent a quick prayer up to his Lord in heaven. Just in case he’d found himself in need of a little divine intervention if things went south.

“Uhh…” Slowly, you’d begun making your way over to the edge of the roof. Your pulse has kicked up when it finally dawned on you just how high off the ground you really were. “I think I might be a little stuck.” A nervous giggle bubbled its way out of your chest as you continued to creep along the slightly sloped surface.

Ari had cleared his throat, wiping his increasingly damp palms on his jeans. “You’re not stuck, sweetheart. We’re gonna get you down the same way you got up there, okay? Just keep coming towards me.”

“And if–if I fall?” He just seemed so confident. Which let you know that you really should’ve thought this through a little better. Perhaps this was what you deserved for being so impatient.

“Then I’ll just have to catch you then, won’t I?” Fat chance of that one happening.

“Or I’ll probably just end up crushing you.” You’d muttered aloud to no one in particular as you began to maneuver yourself backwards onto the ladder.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Ari had squinted up at you, silently pleading with you to start making your descent.

“Uh, nothing.” Sweat dotted your brow as you reached out your leg, your foot dangling awkwardly until it found the closest rung. “I–I think I’ve got it. I’m gonna come down now, okay?”

“That’s my brave girl.” He’d hummed encouragingly. “Careful. You’re so close. Just keep putting one foot after the other. Yep, just like that.”

A minute later, you’d felt him grab hold of your shorts, effectively holding you steady until you’re firmly planted on the ground once more. And then you were in his arms, his nose buried in your curls while one of his large, warm hands gently caressed your back.

“You have impeccable timing.” You’d whispered shakily, your words coming out muffled as you snuggle deeper into his embrace.

“I have what?” He pulled away from you, his hands moving to grip your biceps. “Better yet, what the fuck were you doing up there?” You could sense that your Bounty Hunter is doing his best to sound calm.

“Um…I was trying to clean my gutters.” You’d responded, confused as to why Ari seemed so angry.

“Coulda’ sworn I told you I’d take care of it.” He growled, his blue eyes darkening dangerously. “And that I didn’t want your ass anywhere near a ladder, let alone the goddamned roof.”

“But that was like…” You’d trailed off, trying to recall when exactly your bounty hunter had made that promise.

“It’s barely been two days.” He’d hissed. “Just what the hell is wrong with you that you can’t wait more than two fucking days?”

“Nothing. I just-” You’d sniffed, not caring for the tone he was using. “What made you decide to drop by?”

“Left a couple files on your kitchen table. I need to pass ‘em on to the Sheriff, see if he’s got anything else that might be useful regarding Martin’s sister.” He continued to glare down at you, his ticking in annoyance. “But what do I find when I get here? You risking your life because you don’t know how to sit your pretty ass down for more than five seconds. Jesus fucking Christ!”

Ari must’ve known he needed a minute, because he’d turned away from you to make a beeline for the front of your house. Of course you’d been right on his heels, wincing as he shouldered his way through your unlocked door.

“Are you mad at me or something?” You’d asked, frowning at the sound of his derisive snort.

“Or something.” He’d muttered as he scooped up the folders he’d left behind in the kitchen. You watched him drag his fingers through his hair before quickly sifting through each file to check the contents.

“I promise I’m okay.” You’d said, clasping your hands and resting them on your stomach.

“Don’t have time for this.” He’d mumbled, his eyes lighting up when he landed on the document he was searching for. “Found it.” Satisfied that everything was in order, he’d made his way back over to you.

“Bird.” He’d rumbled, grabbing the front of your shirt to haul you close. “I’ll deal with you later. You can count on that. Now I gotta go. Please don’t make me regret leaving you here alone. And don’t do anything else dumb while I’m gone.”

With that he’d pressed a hard kiss to your mouth and jogged back out the way he came. Leaving you by yourself to spend the rest of the afternoon replaying the day’s events while you waited for him to return.

You perk up when you hear the front door open and shut, signaling that Ari had returned. Hopefully in a much better mood than the one he’d been in when he left. If you were lucky, that is.

“Welcome back, honey.” You breathe as a fresh wave of nervous energy hits you the moment he enters the room. “I took the liberty of ordering us some dinner from Holtman’s Diner. I, uh, remembered how much you said you liked their chicken pot pies.”

“Already ate.” His gruff response has you mentally kicking yourself all over again.

“Oh. Well.” You turn to stare at the bag of food resting on the counter. “That’s not a problem. I’m sure it’ll keep just fine in the fridge until you decide you’re ready for it.” Offering him your sweetest smile, you hustle to put everything away.

But he doesn’t return it. Instead he continues to glower at you, his piercing blue gaze following your every movement. And the silence is so uncomfortable it’s almost enough to make you want to scream.

“There we go.” You chirp with a cheeriness you most definitely did not feel. “How did everything go with Sheriff Mitt? Was he able to give you anything on Martin’s sister or –”

“Did I ask you to touch the ladder?” His quietly snarled question takes you by surprise.

“I mean…” You trail off, wincing at the uncertainty in your tone. Why did you get the feeling that you might’ve just fucked up again? “It’s not like you didn’t tell me to…not…touch it.” You shrug, instantly regretting how you’d chosen to structure that sentence. “In fact, I believe all you told me to do was keep my feet on the ground. Which I did the entire time I drug it back inside my garage.”

You move to fish a glass out of a nearby cabinet. “Now, can I at least get you something to drink, baby? Pretty sure I’ve still got some of that whiskey you like.” You knew for a fact that you did. But only because you’d already checked.

“Afraid I’m not really the type to drink before handling business of this nature.” Your mouth suddenly goes dry when you notice the way his eyes darken as he lazily peruses your silkenly clad form.

Heaving a small sigh you go about replacing the glass. “And exactly what kinda business are we handling here, Beast?” You ask, protectively wrapping your arms around your middle.

“The kind that occurs when a man needs to make a few things clear to his woman.” He gives a rueful shake of his head before running his hand through his chestnut locks. “Especially when she seems to possess more will than good sense on almost any given day.”

You wait for him to smile or wink, or do anything to indicate that he’s only joking. But it never comes. And while his cheeky remark chafes, albeit just a little, you decide to grit your teeth and let it slide. For now.

So, instead you allow your hands to go to your hips before you force yourself to take a deep breath. Ari takes a step towards you then, the sound of his work boots is surprisingly quiet as he prowls closer to where you’re standing. Now ordinarily, this would be the part where you backed up so that you could put some distance between yourself and the surly bounty hunter.

But unfortunately, you just couldn’t seem to get your worthless jelly legs to move.

Your man doesn’t stop until he’s directly in front of you – so close that you catch a whiff of his aftershave. The one you’d bought just for him. But that wasn’t the only thing you smelled. There was also a hint of something else.

Tobacco and cedar.

“You’ve been smoking again.” It’s a statement, not a question.

“One. Maybe two.” Ari concedes, sucking on his teeth. “If anything, it was more of a stress smoke. Found it pretty hard to enjoy a single puff when all I saw when I closed my fucking eyes is you taking a tumble off that goddamned roof.”

“Dress it up however you want.” You sniff haughtily, your eyes rolling heavenwards. “It’s still a filthy habit, Ari Levinson. One that’s all but guaranteed to send you to an early grave.”

Later, you would come to the conclusion that you must’ve struck a nerve. Because the next thing you know, one of Ari’s big hands is fisting its way into your curls, yanking your head back with just enough force to get your attention.

And turn you on at the same time.

“You’ve got alotta fuckin’ nerve, baby.” Against his better judgment, he slants his mouth over yours in a hard, unexpected kiss. “I’m sure you’re anxious for me to sort your shit out, but I promise tonight is gonna go a whole lot different if I catch you even thinking about rolling those pretty eyes at me again. One. More. Time.” The rough edge in his tone has you wanting to rub up against him in the best way possible.

“Cat got your tongue?” Ari purrs when you choose to continue glaring at him instead of responding. “Or maybe…” He leans down to brush his soft, sensual lips over yours once more – albeit gently this time. “Maybe you think I’m bluffing. Is that it, little Bird?”

“N–no.” You stammer, your pulse flaring to life when his free hand comes out of nowhere to grab your ass hard enough to have you rising on your toes.

“You sure?” He asks, sounding rather skeptical. “Because I’m more than willing to table this conversation if you think a quick trip over my knee might help you with that eye contact.”

“I–I’m sure. Thanks.” You mumble, uncomfortable with the way your pussy flutters at the prospect of receiving a spanking from the burly man in front of you.

Maybe you’d try your luck another time. Just to test it. See if he’d really be the type to follow through. But the real question was, just how disappointed would you be if he didn’t? Perhaps those kinds of scenarios were best left for the heroines in that stack of romance novels you kept hidden in the back of your bookcase.

“Well, if you change your mind, you just be sure to let me know.”

Flustered, all you can manage is a jerky nod once he finally releases you. All you can focus on is the erratic thrum of your pulse as you struggle to get your bearings.

“I see it looks like you followed the directions I sent over earlier.” Ari muses, his nimble fingers brushing along the belt of your robe. “You’d better be naked and ready for me, sweetheart. Otherwise that spanking we just talked about is gonna be back on the table.” He grins at you, which is really more like a flash of teeth than anything else.

“I am.” Comes your low, breathy response as your traitorous nipples pebble beneath the thin material of your lingerie. Wanting to please him, you decide to part the edges of your robe, giving him a glimpse of your calculated submission.

“Good girl.” That’s all you hear before he gently takes hold of your arm and begins to lead you out of the kitchen. “Guess that proves you can listen if you think the stakes are high enough.” His lopsided smirk has you confused. “But tonight I’m gonna make sure you hear me.

“But wh–ooh!” Your poorly timed question ends in a squeal when he delivers a sharp blow to your ass.

“Duchess.” Ari growls, his head dipping so that his lips dance along the shell of your ear. “I don’t wanna hear another fucking sound out of that sweet mouth unless it’s you choking on my cock. You with me?”

Stunned into silence, all you can do is nod. But thankfully it’s enough. This time when he lets you go, you scamper off into the safety of the living room without looking back. You find yourself grimacing as you attempt to rub the sting out of your butt. You’d do well to remember that your man had a hand like a flippin’ oak tree.

Ten Minutes Later…

By the time Ari decides to join you in the living room you’re feeling beyond antsy. You gave up on sitting on the couch, preferring to hang out in the middle of the room. You perk up when he finally strolls in, only to wilt once you spy what he has clutched in his fist. They looked suspiciously like…

Handcuffs.

Ari pauses by the doorway, allowing his hip to rest against the frame. He studies you, cocking his head to the side as reads the question written all over your face.

“Go on and ask, baby. I know how much it’s killing you to hold it in.”

“And who are those for?” The words come tumbling out seconds after you receive permission.

“You.” He shrugs, holding the burgundy leather cuffs up to give you a better look at them.

“Why?” Your hands fly to your hips as a fresh wave of defiance courses through your veins. “Because you found me on the roof earlier? Cuz’ I’ve gotta tell you, Beast, this is honestly starting to sound like some serious macho bullshit.”

“Is that right?” He quirks a tawny brow as he waits for you to continue.

“Yep. I–I’m all for playing, but I honestly don’t see how I did anything wrong. In fact, I bet if I was a man you wouldn’t have had a problem with me inspecting my own roof.” Your eyes narrow as you jab a finger in his direction.

“Bird.” Your nickname comes on the heels of an impatient groan. “No offense, but if you were a man, you wouldn’t be in my bed. Just a statement of fact.”

“I just meant –” You start, only for him to cut you off.

“I know what you meant. And that was my answer.” He scrubs a weary hand over his bearded jaw. “But I also know you, baby. I know you're all riled up and ready to argue with me. So gimme what else you got, so we can go about getting you straightened out good and proper.” His dark tone is full of promise, making you shiver.

Fine. If that’s how he wanted to play this, then so be it. You had no problem calling out this kind of crap when you saw it.

“Alright. But only because you asked.” You cross your arms over your chest as you raise your chin, meeting Ari’s stern gaze with an equally perturbed one of your own. “This is my house. That’s my roof, and those are my gutters. I’m responsible for their upkeep, otherwise I might not have a place to live.”

You’re surprised to see him nod, almost as if he was agreeing with you. So you keep going, assuming you’re making at least some headway with this man.

“I would also like to point out that there are millions of women whose job it is everyday to–to climb ladders and patch roofs, they clean gutters. And, hell! Some of those women might even be the ones building the houses, and you’re upset with me for inspecting my own property?” You throw your arms up in the air for good measure. “Make it make sense!”

“You done, baby?” He keeps his tone light, bordering on casual.

“I…” And here you’d thought you were making some headway. “Yes, I’m done.”

“Alright.” Ari slowly peels himself off the wall to stand at his height. “Now turn around and put your hands behind your back for me.” You immediately balk at that, although he’s quick to shush you. “Duchess, I let you speak your piece. And I am gonna respond, but tonight is all about making sure you hear me.”

“You can’t–”

“Sweetheart.” He gives an amused shake of his head as he playfully twirls the cuffs around his index finger. “Tonight ain’t the night to try and tell me what I can and can’t do with you. From the moment I met you, I knew you needed a keeper. You just don’t know how to let yourself be kept. Something I aim to fix.”

You feel your core spasm when he begins to advance, your empty walls clenching around nothing. It only gets worse when you notice the smug grin that flits across his handsome features once he stops in front of you, the tops of his boots nearly brushing your bare toes.

“And lucky for you,” his hand cups your jaw, his thumb lightly stroking along the curve of your bottom lip. “I’m not afraid to get creative when it comes to dealing with stubborn little birds. Now turn the fuck around before I decide I’m better off bending you over the arm of that couch and teaching you a different lesson entirely.”

Licking your dry lips, you finally do as you’re asked and turn away from him. You honestly weren’t sure if you could handle something like that tonight. Even though the simple threat alone was enough to have your slick practically dripping down your thighs.

“Well, would ya look at that? Guess my pretty girl is still in the mood to listen.” The slightly mocking edge to his voice has you feeling just a touch unsteady. A soft gasp escapes when Ari reaches around to untie the front of your silken wrap as his mouth hovers just above your pulse. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.”

You shudder at the feel of his warm breath dancing along your skin, the heady thrum of anticipation causing you to break out in gooseflesh as you await his next instruction.

“Take off the robe, Duchess.” Your eyes flutter closed even as sharp teeth nip at your throat. “Show me you understand that you’re not in charge right now, even if you haven’t fully grasped it yet.”

Gathering your courage, you allow the garment to slide down your body until it pools to the floor at your feet, leaving you naked and vulnerable.

“Hands next, please. There we go.” You hold still while Ari gently binds your wrists with the soft leather cuffs. “You’re doing so good for me. You really are.” He slowly tightens them, paying special attention to your body’s responses in case anything is too much.

“Are you wet for me, sweetheart? Huh?” He gives into the temptation to pinch your nipple, making you whimper. It’s a sound that goes straight to his cock. “Aww, it’s okay if you don’t wanna answer. You don’t have to.” A possessive hand moves to cup your drenched pussy at the same time as a deep purr rumbles in his chest. “I’m more than happy to see for myself.”

You remain silent, content to focus on the erratic hum of your pulse crashing in your ears. However, it’s the next instruction that throws you for a loop. Simply because it’s not one you’re expecting.

“I’m gonna need you to pick a safe word. One that you’re gonna remember to use if something we do – whatever we do – becomes too much. Now, for obvious reasons, it can’t be a word like “no” or “stop”. It needs to be something like –”

“Peppermint.” You whisper, catching yourself by surprise.

“Alright. Peppermint it is.” Ari agrees after briefly mulling it over. He drops a quick kiss on your shoulder before pulling away in favor of taking a seat on the couch, leaving you standing in the middle of the room.

Alone.

“Come here.” The command stirs something within you. Something that made you want to stop fighting and obey. “Come to me, Bird.”

So you do.

You don’t stop until you’re standing between his spread legs. Meanwhile, Ari makes a show of lounging on the sofa, his big body giving the appearance of being relaxed. But you knew better.

This man was still every inch the predator. And right now he was in charge. A fact that you would do well to remember before it went and bit you in the ass.

“Sit.”

You move to crawl onto his lap, only to stop when he shakes his head “no”. You’re confused until he pats his thigh, letting you know what he really wants from you. Biting your lip you sink down you’re straddling his thickly muscled thigh, your bare pussy pressing flush against the coarse fabric of his jeans.

Pleased with your submission thus far, Ari’s hands go rest on your hips so that he can gently knead and massage your curves.

“But I don’t understand!” You whine when he pulls away after you lean in for a kiss.

There was no way you could know just how hard it was for him to deny you like that. How much it hurt to tell you no, especially when you were pouting like you were now. But what good would it do to give you a reward when you hadn’t earned it?

“Are you in charge right now?” He can tell his unexpected harshness startles you when he notices the way your bottom lip begins to quiver. Too bad he’s having none of it. “Aw, don’t you dare give me those crocodile tears, baby. Not when we’re only just getting started.” He gifts you with a loving smack to your ass. “Tonight you’re gonna have to earn my cock. And you can start by making yourself cum.”

“Huh?” Your eyes go wide as your brain works overtime to process what he’s saying. You find it even harder to concentrate when one of his fingers begins tracing along the curve of your nipple.

“I see you’re still not hearing me.” His lightly calloused palms return to your hips so that he can begin slowly guiding you up and down his jean-covered thigh, creating the most delicious friction on your clit. “Which means tonight’s gonna wind up being a kind of punishment for us both.”

“But why–?”

“That’s enough outta you.” He grunts before politely jamming a pair of thick fingers into your mouth, gagging you. “You know it’s funny, I noticed you tend to listen better when this pretty hole is stuffed full. Now, how about we give this another try?”

He waits to speak again until you give him a nod.

“As I was saying, sweet Bird, you’re gonna have to work for this cock. Same goes for my fingers, for my tongue…” Ari chuckles at the sound of your pitiful little whimpers. “Since you wanna be so fucking stubborn all the time – so damned reckless – this is all you’re gonna get from me.” Your cunt pulses when you feel his thigh flex beneath you. “This right here.”

“Mmpf!” You cry out, only to think better of it when he adjusts his grip on your chin, nearly choking you with his fingers in the process. It also didn’t help that you could feel your pussy was practically dripping, making a mess on his jeans.

“Still ain’t your turn to talk, baby.” He reminds you, almost mockingly. “You gotta learn to be more patient. Otherwise we’ll be at this all night – not that I mind any.” He’s quick to tack on the last part when he notices the way your body stiffens in response.

He suspected you weren’t a fan of being held captive like this. His suspicions are confirmed when you shimmy in his lap, calling attention to your bonds with the aid of an angry glare.

“Oh, you wanna know about the cuffs.” He muses as he takes a moment to wipe away a bit of drool on your chin. “That’s to keep you from touching me the way you’ll want to when you’re busy grinding that needy little pussy on my thigh. I want you to understand what it’s like to have something you want be so close – I’m talkin’ right in front of you – and yet somehow so far at the same time. Kinda like how I felt when I saw you on that roof.”

This was about payback. You think as understanding finally dawns. You knew you’d pissed him off today, scared him even. But you’d had no idea that it would lead to this – you being naked and cuffed while perched on the bounty hunter’s lap.

“Earlier you accused me of being on some kinda macho bullshit. But that ain’t it at all.” His southern drawl grows more pronounced as a bold hand trails its way down the valley between your breasts. “Now it is true that there are women out there who build houses, clean gutters, climb scaffolding – so I’ll give you that point, sweetheart.” His hand is moving again, this time drifting lower until he reaches the softness of your belly.

“However, the difference between those women and you is that they are trained for that. Whereas you are not. You got no clue what you’re doing up there or the danger you’re messing with.” Ari clears his throat, his sensual lips now set in a thin, firm line. “But even more importantly, those women ain’t mine.” For some reason, his words have your nerve endings buzzing with excitement.

“You’re mine, baby. I’m not sure what it’s gonna take to make that penetrate, but it is what it is.” He shrugs before gently removing his fingers from your mouth. “I take care of what’s mine in this relationship. I already told you I would take care of those gutters, whether it was me doin’ it myself or finding you a professional, it was always gonna get done. If I was movin’ too slow then you shoulda said something instead of trying to tackle it yourself.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” You breathe as you lightly tug at your restraints. “I am. Now why don’t you uncuff me so I can show you how much?”

“I don’t think so.” Ari cocks his head to the side while he pretends to consider your offer. “Aw. Are we really back to pouting again just that fast, little Bird? Oh well. Guess it’s time you show me how you ride.”

“I can’t though.” You whine, feeling at turns both needy and frustrated.

“You haven’t even tried.” He fires back dismissively. “You manage to get yourself off using only my thigh, I’ll let you have as much of my cock as you can take. Now let’s get on with it. Time to give your man a show.”

With that he leans back, expectantly crossing his arms behind his head. And then he winks, signaling that he’s over any attempts to stall.

You’re still glaring at him when you finally begin to move. Your toes dig into the plush carpet as you work to maintain your balance, but it’s not easy. You also learn that it’s damn near impossible to produce that same kind of amazing friction you’d tasted earlier without being able to bear down on his thigh.

You needed help. It was either that, or convince him to give you back the use of your hands.

“Please.” You pant as you continue to grind against him, hating the way he chuckles when you fall forward against his chest. “It’s not working…” You struggle to sit back up, your breasts heaving as you wait to catch your breath before starting again.

“You’re damn right it’s not working.” Ari agrees, running a hand through his already tousled locks. “Here I am being patient, waiting for you to make a mess on my thigh, and all I’m getting is complaining.”

The smug bastard then has the nerve to lightly jostle his leg, sending you sprawling face-first into his broad chest yet again with a muffled “oof”. And he offers no help when you go to sit up, instead he chooses to watch you struggle. Almost as if he finds it amusing.

So you start over, this time determined to get yourself off. After that you’d make him uncuff you and then you’d kick his sexy ass out of your godforsaken house for the rest of the night.

“C’mon, baby.” He coos, leaning forward to lap up a single frustrated tear with his sinful tongue. “Don’t cry. We both know that greedy pussy of yours needs more than what you’re givin’ it right now.”

“Ungh! Shut. Up.” You sob through clenched teeth as your head comes to rest on his shoulder. At least that seemed to make things a little easier. Sweet fuck that was starting to feel good! Now if you just moved a little to the left and – your movements are halted when Ari fists a hand in your hair before dragging you backwards.

“Nooo…” You wail in protest as a thin sheen of perspiration covers your skin.

“Tsk, tsk. No cheating.” Your bounty hunter chides.

“But I can’t – it’s too hard.” You tell him, hating how small and whiny you sound. “I need…I need…”

“Help?” Ari finishes, pinning you with a knowing look. “Because if that’s the case – if that’s really what you need – then all you have to do is ask.” His warm, calloused hands find their way to your hips, holding you steady. “So…ask.”

“M–may I…” You blow out a breath as before starting over. “Will you please help me cum?” You feel your cheeks heat as the words come tumbling out.

“That depends, sweetheart.” He responds thoughtfully. “Are you gonna be my good girl and accept the help however I give it?”

“Yes, Sir.” You tell him. “I’ll be so good for you.”

That’s all Ari needs to hear, because this time when you move he stays with you. Helping guide your body as you work for your pleasure. He watches in awe as you ride him like the goddess you are, your tits bouncing as you writhe against him.

“That’s right, greedy girl. Use me.” His dick grows harder with every breathless cry that spills from your lips as you follow his commands. “Fuck yeah.” He groans, capturing a pert nipple between his teeth before sucking as much of your ample breast into his mouth as he can manage.

“S’good, baby!” You sob when he flexes his thigh. By now you’ve soaked your way through his jeans, not that he gives a damn. “YesYesYes!”

If only because you were finally giving him exactly what he wanted.

“That’s it, Bird.” One of his hands slides to your bottom, squeezing the tempting flesh before helping you adjust the angle of your ride. “Keep getting me nice and sloppy, otherwise I’m gonna have to tear this ass up. Is that what you want?”

He delivers several sharp slaps, making you cry out even as you feel that invisible coil tighten in your belly. God, you were so fucking close. You’d never been made to orgasm like this before, but you knew you were only seconds from coming undone.

“Nah.” He continues as he bites the underside of your breast, not missing the way it makes your pussy gush. “It might not be what you want, but it’s what you need. Right now my girl needs it rough.” He laves at the small hurt with his tongue. “And as your man, I always aim to give it however you need it.”

“OhGod!Yes!” You keen as white hot pleasure threatens to consume you, your eyes rolling back in your head. “I–I’m gonna…oh fuck!”

Sensing that you’re seconds from tumbling over the edge, Ari pauses to lift you off of his thigh in one fluid motion – effectively ruining your orgasm. Instantly you feel as if your entire body has been doused with cold water.

“What’re you..?” Your eyes shoot open as he holds you suspended in the air, your abused cunt spasming in protest. “Why’d we stop?” You peer between your bodies, feeling both ashamed and proud of the sizable wet spot you managed to leave behind on his jeans.

“Because I don’t think you’re ready to cum just yet.” He smiles when your mouth drops open to emit a strangled groan. “After all, they say a hard head makes for a soft behind. Or in your case I suppose, a tender pussy.” He surveys your poor, swollen clit peeking out from between your puffy lips.

“But I already said I was sorry.” You plead, wishing he would either set you down or at least touch you the way you needed.

“And you’ll have the rest of the night to prove it to the both of us.” Ari muses, a small part of him taking pleasure in your obvious frustration. “In the meantime, I think it’s time you went for another ride.” He settles you back on his thigh once more before resting his arms behind his head.

“Now, show me what you learned.”

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peachie-bumblebee · 10 months

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MIGUEL O’HARA NSFW HEADCANONS

MINORS DNI

i kinda need him biblically?? oml.

CW: SADOMASOCHISM, PAIN STUFF, SLIGHTLY PUBLIC SEX MENTIONS, B0NDAGE

lord have MERCY THIS MAN CAN FUCK!

No, seriously.

He can fuck.

He’s fucking huge. It’s 9 inches, thick to the point of being mind-numbingly good yet not painful.

His balls are pretty. You can’t tell me they’re not pretty. Miguel O’Hara has a pretty dick with pretty balls to match.

Smooth, tanner at the base, tip gets flushed and a lil leaky when he gets too excited.

Switch. Most people are surprised about his submissive side, but once you get to know him it’s kind of obvious.

If he’s not in a relationship (and, lets be fr, sometimes when he’s in one-) sex gets shoved to the side.

He’s a very busy man with a lot on his plate, and sex takes up valuable time he could be spending in more productive ways.

That being said, especially in a relationship, Miguel likes to use sex as a way to burn off some steam.

It’s during these times where he’s especially dominant. He’d pull his s/o into another room and walk out 15 minutes later like he didn’t just blow their back out.

This is made even MORE risky by the fact people with spidey sense are around, but lucky for him he thought of that, so most rooms are sound muffling anyway.

He’ll only use his fangs if 1. his s/o REALLY beg or if 2. he’s especially pent up. If it’s the second, he’ll still only graze them. No poison either way. No accidental deaths.

He can be very cold and commanding when he’s dominant. He can and will fuck his partner’s throat, having them grind against their own hand while they do it.

He can also be very passionate and loving, folding them in half and looking straight down in their eyes as he fucks them, whispering praises of how good they’re taking him.

He WILL get all up in his sexual partner’s ear, gasping and telling them how good they feel around him.

He’s very good at giving. Don’t get me wrong, he lovES receiving, but he’s GOOD at munching. Dick sucking is a little more difficult cuz of the fangs, but god bless him he works around it.

HE USES THE WEBS!! YOU CAN’T TELL ME HE DOESNT STRING HIS PARTNER UP FOR HIM TO USE!

VERY beggy as a sub. This is another emotional release for him- one of the few ways he’ll be vulnerable. If someone asks, he’ll probably deny it one way or another.

If his s/o had webs, he’d LOVE being restrained by them. if not, he’ll pretend ropes will hold him.

They won’t.

And if he broke out, he’d pin them down and fuck them into the ground like a man possessed.

His dick is so sensitive when he’s subbing. if it gets so much as lightly grazed he’s moaning through gritted teeth.

He won’t cum inside unless he’s really, truly in love and has been for a LONG time. even then- maybe not. the idea of more children is so painful in so many ways that i find it unlikely he’d even risk it.

Sucker for having his hair pulled on HNDGDHJDBD

He moans so pretty when it happens.

LOVES being put/putting someone in their place.

Claws and fangs get more pronounced the closer he gets. He can’t help that he loses control.

hope you guys enjoyed!! if anyone’s interest in a fic, let me know!! i LIVE for requests.

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suiana · 1 year

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❝ LORD GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE ❞

“i wonder if it’ll be the last”

(gn! reader x yandere! stalker)

The atmosphere was tense as your eyes fluttered between the exit and the bleeding man. No, no no! you were so close to escaping! Shit, why did he have to be so strong?!

"y/n, come back... you're a good darling, yes? I'll forgive you if you just... drop the antics and come back..." the dark haired male slurred as he trudged closer and closer. You felt your palms grow sweatier as you backed up against a cold wall. Shit! he's coming closer! Fuck, if only you didn't treat him like a normal person! If only you had just minded your own business and ignored him! If only-!

Your thoughts raced as you bit your lower lip in frustration. Should you risk it? No, it would be too risky... Fuck it! You have nothing to lose anyways! How strong could a wounded man even be?!

You let out a feral scream as you made a run for the exit. Adrenaline fueling you as you pushed through the pain from the bruises on your legs that were made from previous punishments. Previous punishments from earlier attempts at rebelling and escaping. Well, it doesn't matter anymore because those would go away once you-

"Got you. Did you really think... You were about to leave me? Naughty... How naughty of you... To leave your husband all by himself...?" you yelped as he roughly pulled you by your hair. Your throat burned as you felt yourself get lifted up from the ground as if you weighed nothing. No... You couldn't end like this... How could you lose to a wounded man?! Shit, he's going to chain you up even longer now! There really was no escaping, was there?

Tears swelled up in your eyes as you came to the realisation of how you would never be able to escape him no matter how hard you tried. You felt one of your captor's cold and slender hands rub away your tears, even going as far as to lick them off his hand. God, it was disgusting. But what's even more disgusting is how you failed to run away from a man who was stabbed in the abdomen and was bleeding out.

"Shh... It's alright sweetheart, there's... no need to cry. After all, I'm here to take care of you... Don't worry, I won't punish you. I'm sure you've learnt your lesson... So don't try to run away any more, hm?... I'll be good to you, like I always have, my precious darling ♡"

Yeah, there's no escaping. Don't even dream of it. Don't worry, at least you'll have a dedicated husband by your side until you die. He'll always be there for you, your loving husband. :)

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obeymematches · 10 days

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Hi! How about hc of mc getting pursued by another demon to be with them instead since the demon brothers ignores them and doesn't treat them that well connected to their avatar (like how belphie ignores you 24/7 for sleep) I just wanna see possessive demon brothers please! 🥺

ahhh i remember the guy who i was _just_ talking to on tinder say i needed to have his name painted on my nails... what a funny guy he was

also i'm having this in several parts, it's gonna be that long.

Possessive.

Prolouge;

You supposed you and him had a special chemistry between the two of you. It is hard to describe what it was like but you felt it everytime you looked into his eyes, heard their voice, felt their touch. To your best knowledge the feeling was mutual, he did ask you out on a couple of dates. Until he stopped texting you (if you texted him he didn’t even open your messages) and sometimes you didn’t even see him for a day or two despite living in the same house. You didn’t want to make the situation more awkward than it already was , so from your point of view you made the most realistic decision. Catching another fish from the sea seem like a great idea.

Lucifer: He saw you from a distance as you were having a chat with Lord Diavolo himself. At the time he preferred not to think much of it. Not that the idea of you falling madly in love with the prince didn’t cross his mind; of course he did consider that a possibility. He knows Diavolo the best and he also knows he’d adore you if he got a chance to. The next day you and Diavolo walk by, completely unnoticing him. He didn’t eavesdrop; what would be the point of that? But he, or to be more specific, this side of the RAD building could hear Diavolo joking about and laughing with you. It was most unusual! Especially in public like this, Diavolo would normally keep it lowkey, it would be too risky to let anyone know he enjoys your company.

That’s when The Avatar of Pride had the idea to check the message you sent him ….. almost 3 weeks ago.

Was telling you he was busy be good enough? Would you buy that? Most likely not. It was a shame he let the situation escalate like this, however it’s been decades or maybe even a century since he felt chemistry with anyone the way he did with you. Of course he can’t tell you like it is, otherwise he wouldn’t be the Avatar if Pride but the Avatar of Bluntness.

As much as it hurt his ego to admit it, he did grow fond of you.

„Meet me in my office, 3PM today.”

As you read his message your little human heart almost skipped a beat. It’s going to be awkward assisting him after you started growing feelings for him, feelings which he pretty clearly never reciprocated. You don’t really feel like meeting him, quite honestly.

So you didn’t meet him. He could call you if it was so urgent anyway.

The next day he made sure to run into you when you weren’t in the company of his friend.

„We must talk. Are you free now?”

„I am, for now. I have a class in 20 minutes.”

„I am sorry I did not talk to you about it sooner. Our last date was everything I could ask for. It would be a shame if you were seeing anyone else now. Are you free this afternoon?”

„Oh…um…how should I put this… if you really enjoyed it that much how come you were avoiding me for weeks?”

„I will tell you everything later. I promise.”

• It is up to you to accept or decline him now, however his possessivenes will get the best of him in the following days. He’ll be waiting for you after classes just to talk to you. Sometimes he even gives you a rose. Why is he being so desperate now? Thankfully his pride doesn’t allow him to talk to Diavolo about the situation.

Mammon:

There you are, in his favourite pub, playing pool with two attractive demons plus a duo who appears to be a couple. He knows you can’t play pool very well; it was most definitely not your idea to come here and play. Then who’s? Are you on a date? That cannot be happening.

Yes, he stopped spending time with you but it hasn’t been that long, has it??

He checked your message which you sent about 4 days ago. Surely not much time has passed since!

He ordered himself AND YOU a drink and didn’t hesitate to go up to you.

„Heyy, watcha up to? This ones for ya.”

„Thanks Mammon-„

„So who’re ya here with?”

„I’m with my friend” you look at one of the members of the couple.

„And who’re these losers? Lemme join ya!” he said as he put his arm around your waist.

„Well actually we don’t know them. They were just here, playing.”

The night went by, Mammon did provide you support in the game, although he is not much of a pro himself either. He did his best.

„Sorry I didn’t text ya. I was hustlin at Hell’s Kitchen ya know, givin me sweet money for working nightshift.”

You didn’t really reply as it was still a bit hard to believe him.

„And I also got me a second hustle for the day. I needa get more money! I wanna take ya on some nice ass dates, not a stupid coffe from the machine again.”

• Even if you tell him so he won’t leave you alone for the night. • Which is nice as the unknown demons left already! Now you are for sure for him only!

Part 1.

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hi! may i req some hcs for bf ranpo :3 thank you!

BF Ranpo Edogawa!

SILLY!! I love Ranpo so ofc I have hc's for him

Contents : Ranpo Edogawa x gn! Reader, fluff, that's about it actually

Oh boy...

How do I even start about this guy.

Ranpo seems like the type to say he doesn't "have time for a lover" cause he's too busy being the world's greatest detective or something. But with you? That all comes crashing down.

You had been newly recruited to the Agency and had your first interaction and introduction with Ranpo. Of course on the outside you don't notice anything off. His heart is speeding up at your voice like it's a notification after a risky message.

But hey this isn't about how you two met, this is about him being your boyfriend!

Dear Lord he's so clingy it hurts. Your trying to do something as simple as sorting files? He's attached to your hip chewing on whatever candy you had in your desk drawer.

Speaking of candy, he has his own little "emergency" stash in your desk. Mostly for when he just wants to plop into your lap and annoy you.

Surprisingly, he'll share his candy if he's feeling generous.

"(Naaaame)" You hear the almost whining sound of your boyfriend walking over to your desk, throwing a thick black book onto the surface. Probably another one of Poe's novels he finished way too quickly and got bored of. "Do you need something swe-" your words are interrupted by him taking a seat right on your lap. He opens a little drawer connected to your desk and takes out a small bag of hard candy, unopened. You've gotten so used to this you don't even question it. He opens the bag and pops a small red candy into his mouth. Digging through the bag he hands you a piece of your favorite flavor, holding it up to your lips. The hard goes past your teeth as a bit of the sugar coating gets onto your lips. Without seemingly ANY shame he presses a kiss to your lips, gently getting the excess sugar. How sweet...hehe pun intended.

He is a lot more affectionate out of office though, when you're both at home in your shared apartment.

You don't even get time to change into more comfortable clothes! He's already attached to your hip again.

"Ranpo...can you at least let me change first?"

"Nah, you can figure it out"

He uses pet names like it's your own name. Sugar, Sweetheart, Darling, Etc

"Hey stop moving so much!" Ranpo was currently buried into your chest, you two laying in your now shared bed. You weren't moving much actually, he was just being particularly clingy tonight. Though there's one thing that would always calm him. You grab his face between your hands, peppering soft and tender kisses against his skin. He melts into the touch and relaxes almost in an instant. "Sugar..." He doesn't even know what he's attempting to say or ask. He drifts off into a peaceful sleep in your arms <3

His love language is words of affirmation.

PRAISE HIM DAMN IT. DOESN'T MATTER HOW SMALL, DO IT.

He wins against Poe for the what... hundredth time?? PRAISE HIM.

Ranpo tosses yet another one of Poe's novels onto the bedside table, once again figuring out the mystery far too easily and getting bored. You lean over to him and place a sweet kiss on his forehead. "You figured it out that fast? Impressive. You did very well my dear" his face flushes red. Ranpo doesn't flusher easily but god praise makes him melt, especially from you.

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timeoutsoup · 1 year

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Dig You A Grave part 3

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2 prompt

Danny has no idea how his furry little house guest got to school, or why she was in the cafeteria, but right now he didn’t really care. Only about half of the people in the lunchroom escaped before Lunch Lady sealed the doors, trapping a lot of students and faculty. Danny had nowhere to transform and was running out of time.

While trying to think of a plan he heard the ghostly woman scream with outrage. Peeking out from one of the overturned tables, he can see Teekl sitting off to the side of the room, in one of the hard plastic chairs, just watching everything go down.

Danny’s mind completely changed course when she had threatened to turn his favorite feline into meatloaf.

He saw red.

He broke off a rusted piece of the table. He could tell it was iron from the way it made his skin tingle. Perfect.

Danny also grabbed the thermos from his bag, slinging it over his shoulder by the strap, before dashing for Teekl. across the room. Danny dodged mounds of meat, toppled tables and chairs. He chucked the iron table piece at the demented woman, not stopping to check if it hit, but from the sound of her pained wail, his aim was fine.

Reaching Teekl, he grabbed her and made it to safety behind another table. Checking to make sure she was unharmed, Danny broke off another piece of iron, and looked to where Lunch Lady was. She was in the center of the room whipping her head back and forth, searching for something, hand covering one of her eyes.

Counting his blessings with his throw, the halfa noticed a mound of meat behind her that he could use to his advantage, if his new idea worked. It was risky but she had threatened this precious fluff ball, so it was personal.

Ducking down, using the destruction as coverage, Danny slipped the backside of the large meat mound. He grabbed a tray and used his powers to jump on top of it, standing on the tray. He readied the new piece of iron, chucking it at the Lunch Lady. She screamed again as it hit its mark. Before she could react, Danny uncapped the thermos and sucked her in.

In all the commotion he didn’t hear the cafeteria doors being thrown open, nor did he notice the guy, who tried to ask out a few days ago enter.

Capping the thermos, Danny cleared his throat. “I have only had Teekl for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I thermos everyone in this room, and then myself.”

The lunchroom was silent, everyone just staring at Danny trying to figure out what just happened. It was Dash of all people who broke the silence. “Yeah, okay. Won’t touch the cat. Got it.”

Danny hadn’t noticed Dash and Kwan were behind the second table he used as cover, too busy checking on Teekl. They had watched him break off a piece of metal, with almost no effort, and then proceeded to take down a ghost, all because she had threatened the cat currently purring in the nerd’s arms. Dash and Kwan were not the smartest in the school, but they knew when to leave well enough alone. Also, if anyone could figure out how to stuff a human into a thermos, it would be a Fenton.

Danny descended the mound of meat, keeping Teekl safe in his arms. He quickly put the thermos in his bag, grabbing the rest of his belongings, and made a beeline for the exit. He needed to get Teekl back to his house and send Lunch Lady back to the ghost zone.

In his haste he still didn’t notice the stunned witch boy as he passed.

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Klarion was rarely left speechless, but the scene unfolding before did. His thoughts were racing as the young man holding Teekl raced past him. It was then that the Lord of Chaos, noticed the death magic, power and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, emanated from the interesting being that just passed him, holding tight to his familiar… TEEKL!

Spinning on his heel, Klarion raced after the boy, down the abandoned halls of the school. He finally caught up with them just past the steps.

“Wait! You have something of mine!” Klarion states as he grabs Danny’s shoulder.

Danny stops in his tracks and turns to look at whomever had just grabbed him.

“Um, hi? I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean.” Danny says as he takes in the state of the other guy. He looked tired and stress out.

Klarion raised an eyebrow before letting go of his shoulder and pointing to Teekl.

Danny looked down and realized that the devil horned guy in front of him was referring to the cat in his arms. Embarrassment flushed his face as he put two and two together.

“Oh. You must be Teekl’s person.” Danny murmured and Klarion just nodded. Then dread flooded the halfa. “I promise I didn’t put her in any danger. I don’t even know how she got to my school. I left her curled up on my bed this morning. Then all of a sudden, she is sitting on a chair in the cafeteria, being threatened to be turned into meatloaf by a ghost.”

Klarion snickered at the flustered explanation he was being given but took pity on the guy. “Don’t worry … I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.”

“Oh, it’s Danny.”

“Lovely to finally have a name with your face. I am Klarion and as I was saying, don’t worry Danny, Teekl is a very smart, very talented cat and she loves to cause mischief. I would like to know how she came to be in you possession though.” The witch boy inquired as he opened his arms and his familiar jumped into them.

Danny looked down at his now empty arms and began to feel a sense of loss. Shaking his head to clear the emotions that were building. He could deal with them later, now wasn’t the best time. Taking a deep breath, he began to explain.

“Well after that speedster left me on the opposite side of town, I made my way back, but everything was over by the time I arrived. Loved the damage you did. Top tier destruction. It’s going to take forever to fix everything and cost a pretty penny. But back to your question. I found Teekl injured in an alleyway nearby, she let me pick her up, so I scooped her up and took her to the nearest vet. They patched her up, and said it was mostly just bumps and bruises, but they kept her overnight for observation. The next day I called to check on her, and no one had claimed her, so they asked me to be a foster. Oh, don’t worry about the bill, my friend Sam took care of it.”

“I wasn’t but thank you. Please continue”

“Okay. So where was I, oh yeah…. So, me and my friends went to the pet store and bought stuff so I could look after her. Then I went to pick her up, and I took her home with me. Teekl just hung out with me most of the weekend, and then today I got up, went to school and you’re caught up now.” Danny finished awkwardly, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

Klarion looked down at Teekl and smiled softly. He understood why she stayed. This Danny was funny and chaotic, but most importantly, he was kind to an injured animal he had no responsibility too. He then thought of the light who hadn’t cared that Teekl was missing, and instead tried to give him another mission.

When the young Chaos Lord first started with them, it had been fun and exciting, but now it was more of a chore dealing with them. They weren’t even chaotic. They wanted order…Ew. Klarion had been considering leaving for a while and now he has found an interesting town, with an even more interesting boy, who likes his cat. He could always use more friends, especially since Tim was so busy being a hero. Maybe if he hangs out here for a bit he and Danny could become friends.

“I must thank you properly for saving my beloved familiar. Teekl means the world to me.”

“Oh, no need to do that. She was a delight to look after.”

“No, I must insist, besides she usually hates everyone who isn’t me. I trust her judgment, if she likes you then I might like you, and I could do with a few more friends. Come, let’s get some food, since yours was ruined.” Klarion said as he turned and began to walk away, this time leaving Danny stunned. He stopped and gestured for the other to follow.

Danny jogged to catch up to them. “Um, Klarion, what did you have in mind for food?”

“I will know it when I see it.”

“You have no idea where you are going, do you?” Danny sighed.

“Not a clue but it is more fun this way. Who wants to do the same thing every day. Rules, schedules, order are all so boring. Let’s try something new.”

Danny shrugged. It seemed logical to him. He continued to follow the shorter teen through the streets of Amity.

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Kintsugi (11)

: "to repair with gold"

Scaramouche / Wanderer x First Puppet! Reader

After his third betrayal, he stumbles upon the one thing that would never deceive him. Not a god, not a human; a broken puppet, discarded just like him. Part 1. Extras.

"This land has no place for us, thus we will find it somewhere else."

You've found yourself behind Kunikuzushi once again with his arm extended as a barrier between you and the world he so desperately wants to protect you from.

It was an unconscious habit, second nature by now to him. Something that once conflicted you now became your normal.

Your light touch on the hand that hovers over his blade eased the rising tension in his shoulders, opting to instead wrap his digits around yours with a reassuring squeeze. Too reckless; that and you'd always been more patient when it comes to humans.

After refusing the coat, Kuni would slightly turn to you and adjust the veil to cover you better despite claiming just now that the cold doesn't affect you both.

"I know of a place that would be beneficial to you, the same place where this boat is heading," the stranger that helped you both turns his head to you. "But this one here..."

Despite the mask, there is an undeniable look of scrutiny underneath it that unconsciously forced you to hide your exposed limbs beneath the veil.

You almost missed the way he tilts his head slightly in deeper contemplation when Kunikuzushi suddenly pulled you close to his chest, an arm circling your back to grip at your forearm.

There was an emphasized growl when he speaks your name towards the Harbinger. He was correcting this all-powerful man, all so he addresses you by your new name instead of some object. "They're with me. You take both of us or none at all."

"Interesting." He seems preoccupied with something else. That doesn't seem to be in response to Kuni's words.

A shock like shiver courses through your body as your eyes narrowed at him.

"Very intriguing." You cannot trust this doctor.

Turns out you DO need a coat.

Here in the land furthest north the cool wind bites at those who are fragile, and out of the two of you, the frost bites through your cracks and restrains you stronger than the vines back in your homeland. Over your haori lies Scaramouche's harbinger coat.

Yet despite its thickness, trips outside to barren lands of snow is still risky. You sigh, at least mimic the action, who would have thought you'd miss sitting outside under the shade of sakura trees.

You also miss Kunikuzushi, who was now busy with tending to his work as a Fatui Harbinger.

Like how Snezhnaya hides away the sun, Kunikuzushi was only spoken behind closed doors.

Lord Harbinger or Lord Scaramouche is what he goes by now, titled by the gracious Cryo archon herself in welcome of you two. The benevolent Tsaritsa that accepted your presence as much as Kunikuzushi.

Before you spiral into madness at the thoughts of her soft gaze of recognition, huge and heavy steps easily took your notice.

Your fingers wraps protectively around the sakura bloom by instinct, harder to do so than before, before you turned your head to see Sandrone already looking at you.

"Waiting for someone?" Her smile is as demure as usual, but the tilt of her head betrays her true intrigue.

Sandrone and Dottore, you were quick to find out their interests in you and Kunikuzushi for the simple fact that you are living puppets. You've heard various warnings from Kuni to not be deceived by their invitations and coaxing, and to only engage when he's with you.

She at least made repairs and gave useful pointers when your body started acting up. Albeit, under the orders of the Tsaritsa.

The robot holding the Marionette suddenly shifts to retrieve something from its pocket, and soon the both of them make their way to stand in front of you. "I'm positive of the inconvenience that petal in your hand brings." Without fear, you also narrow your eyes at this Harbinger. "How curious, but I am only here to offer a simple solution."

From a silent command, the huge gauntlet of the robot unfurls to reveal a small empty vial attached to a necklace chain.

The gaze on you was searing and hawk-like as the Harbinger watched your ministrations, your stiff hands gently nudging the petal inside the vial before donning the necklace. It hangs just over your chest. Yet Sandrone, the Marionette, still can't seem to look away.

Out of all the Fatui Harbingers, it was Dottore, Sandrone, and occasionally Tartaglia that actually paid attention to you.

And it's that fact that Kunikuzushi explicitly warned you to stay away, or at least not be alone in their presence. More for the crazed ones who are mostly interested in your anatomy and mechanisms than anything else.

The only time you were even physically close to them were when you had to be fixed upon your first malfunction in the cold, and that was due to the benevolence of the Tsaritsa, any harm on you would have broken more than just your joints.

It was only when you covered the petal with your haori did Sandrone finally look away, still that gentle yet seemingly malicious smile on her face.

"Say, how long have you had that sakura bloom?"

A cough and a call of your name had you eagerly turn to Kuni - Scaramouche, his eyes wide before redirecting a glare towards his fellow Harbinger. "Let's go, we have places to be." And with a protective hand on your shoulder, you left the Palace.

The Balladeer consists of two lords.

This was a fact that only those that worked under Scaramouche knows and something that other Fatuus would look at them weirdly for. Was this some kind of gaslighting beaten into them after all the trauma they deal with daily for unfortunately working for the Balladeer?

But they are none the wiser, after all, Lord Scaramouche had always been so careful and secretive when it comes to you.

When you came to Snezhnaya, you never had a title for yourself other than your name and aged folklore that died with your departure. Your affiliation with the Fatui is also superficial, as your ties are only with Scaramouche. Your loyalty lies with Kunikuzushi, and Kunikuzushi's loyalty lies with your safety.

Arrangements followed suit and you had your own subordinates to mobilize even if you had no need for them.

The Balladeer's other lord is a blessing - a vacation. When the underlings rotate to switch from serving Scaramouche to being under your command, it was always a massive relief for them. After all, Lord Scaramouche is ruthless and you were low maintenance.

They felt more like retainers and bodyguards, looking out for you and fetching whatever you may need. The only time it felt like a job was when Scaramouche was visiting, or you wanted to be outside for a walk. You always loved to look around and the awe of the frozen wasteland had always been baffling for the locals who had long grown tired of the weather and wither.

The job only ends up badly when you turn up 'sick' after a walk outside in the cold. Despite their warnings, it would be them that gets punished by Scaramouche.

You may be patient, a blessing in the Fatui, but you are no means inherently good. After all, you value fairness above all. "Please, my lord, don't send us back to Lord Scaramouche." One of the new recruits practically begged by your feet.

Everyone else were too late to prevent him, not when you stopped writing in your journal to look down at the kneeling recruit. "But we've always had this rotation set up ever since?" The softness of your voice, devoid of edge, must have urged the confidence of the soldier.

"You must understand, Lord Scaramouche had always been ruthless! I would rather serve you forever, you have my utmost loyalty, Lord -"

"Don't." The fatui soldier shuddered at your harsh gaze looking down at him, shakily forcing him to remove his hold on the end of your veil. "You wish to receive a different treatment? What about the poor soul who's supposed to switch with you? Are you fine with them staying in Kuni's command permanently so you could stay here?"

Turning back to your table, you refused to continue your writing as you gripped at your kimono, expression only visible to the masked-desperate soldier.

The coldness in the room bites with the addition of electricity. "Selfish... Selfish humans..." And you closed your eyes, refusing to acknowledge anything else.

Never had any soldier sighed in relief at the arrival of the Balladeer, but just this once, when he finally visited your quarters did the unnerved subordinates finally had a semblance of sanity after being subjected to silence so damning. No one had told them what to do when you went into this state after all - sitting stock still, unmoving, without a breath or a single word out of you no matter what they do.

The feeling of Kunikuzushi's hand adjusting your slipping veil finally roused you from your stasis, turning your head to look back at his thinly veiled worried gaze. "Kuni."

"I'm here." His eyes flickered to look at the fatui soldiers standing by. "Your henchmen reported you acting... Differently, are you feeling okay? Do you need check up again?"

This would go down in history as one of the events that the Fatui soldiers would never believe. Even as witness, the sight still felt like a fever dream from the harsh cold of the region.

The rarest sight of them all. Of their very own Lord Scaramouche speaking in such softness and gentleness only a mother to their child could mimic, matched with a worried gaze that looked so foreign and unwelcomed to his usually glared eyes. And that foreign name not even the most trusted soldier under his command is privy to.

So easy to fall behind just for you.

"Then let's walk, I have time." Urging you to stand, the harbinger himself took your (his) coat from the chair to drape over your shoulders. A second of silence passed before he suddenly pulled his hat down to hide your faces from the soldiers.

Incoherent whispers that had everyone intrigued, but when he leaned away, a smile on your face was revealed.

The walk was pleasant for everyone.

Scaramouche could see it in the slight purse of your lips and the furrow of your brows, that even your vow to silence, he knows you still do not have it in you to be as disconnected as him.

No matter the betrayals, their discrimination, their capability to harm - you still find it in you to sympathize with humans. You only stayed silent as it was an order.

But he couldn't leave you there, vulnerable in the presence of other Harbingers, and so you find yourself stepping foot on the very soil you've left behind years ago. It was a different experience in comparison to your trip to Mondstadt when he was investment the meteor shower.

Scaramouche had to take care of the delivery of the delusions first, and with the small freedom you had before you explore the current Inazuma once he was done, your feet carried you to a familiar sight. The calming sight of pink rain and the soothing scent of said blooms.

You miss the freedom you had wandering the lands of Inazuma, before the Tsaritsa swept him away. Despite still seeing each other almost daily, his duty had kept him from the same routine, the same freedom. And for what? To take the gnosis from the Raiden Shogun to match her power?

You had every right to be skeptical the moment he became clear of his intentions simply because you knew him. Better than anyone. Perhaps better than himself.

The puppet you knew, of Kunikuzushi, never once strived for power. From the stories of the humans he met, even if vile, not once did it cross your mind that he would turn out to be this way.

He's lonely, hurt, betrayed.

You feel the same way, but how would the electro gnosis fix that? The idea of godhood only brought him pain, would this really be the right course of action for him?

And what about you... What's your purpose in this world?

Ambitions... Your hand reaches out towards the Sacred Sakura as if it felt natural, one of its petals whisked away from the tree to slowly descend in front of you. Would keeping it safe be enough to be called an ambition? Is... Staying by his side enough of a purpose?

"To think that there would be more than one of you. More so, stepping foot in my shrine."

The feeling of an object lightly tapping on the back of your head had you distracted, the petal falling past your awaiting hand.

"I suppose I sha'nt make the same mistakes. Close your eyes now, little one."

A beautiful flash of purple and violets shrouded your vision.

Scaramouche is in a good mood - was in a good mood - before he arrived back in the Fatui hideout to look for you. He had gotten what he wanted, and with all his goals achieved, there was no reason to stay with this wretched organization that only sought to test his patience.

Yet he was greeted not by his companion but of tight-lipped subordinates who cannot speak even if he beats it out of their system.

It was only when a soldier he vaguely remembers to be under your command rushed in did he finally get his answer.

"My lord, we are in dire need of your assistance." The sourness of his expression becomes apparent, but the soldier persists in desperation. "It has happened again - an accident occurred with the other lord."

The sky overhead was as gloomy as the day he was discarded.

Yet despite the carnage of blood and bodies laying around, Kunikuzushi was fearless on approaching the familiar form with your back turned towards him. Not even the thunder and lightning would keep him away from you.

"(Y/N)." The discarded veil in his hand is frayed and scorched on the edges. "I'm here."

Without a word, the turbulent weather ceased its anger, leaving behind a deafening silence. Even as you slowly turned it was soundless.

Only when he dropped to his knees did the illusion of peace shattered.

"What..." Kunikuzushi's hands shook on its way to cradle your cheeks. "What have they done to you?"

He does not realize his tears, not when his thumb gingerly stroked at the lightning marks that burned your skin. It was still warm. It was warm anywhere he touched.

Yet this warmth brought him no comfort whatsoever.

Nothing is more insulting than to be this fragile, to be this desperate, to stoop so low, to back down on his very words to enlist the help of a human.

But he was his only hope, even if he so desperately wants to destroy him right here right now with just his glare. The effort would not be worth it - this isn't the real one, after all.

Dottore is at least a wise man to not say a word about this predicament. In his head, he scolds himself for not seeing this approach sooner.

No matter, he is getting what he wants either way.

Scaramouche falling into his hand with a simple promise was already a guaranteed success. But for the arrogant puppet to offer his most prized possession so easily? He has guaranteed at least one win on this trip.

"It seems you have been preoccupied during your absence, and this is what I see of you after escaping surveillance." Nevermind, he simply could not hold his tongue.

After making sure you're sat properly on the operating table, Dottore's segment took a step to the side to escape a bolt meant to strike him, instead hitting a Fatui Skirmisher. It would be no surprised if he was dead on the spot.

"I agreed to collaborate with you -" even if he was to benefit from it all, Dottore rolled his eyes in his mind. "And I can easily revoke my decision if you dare overstep, mortal."

"I am merely stating a fact, but know that this opportunity is indeed too great to be lost. I will take good care of them."

Scaramouche does not hide the way he rolled his eyes before turning to you, eyes immediately softening to provide assurance. So long as he lives, you would be safe, he assured you.

Removing the veil and folding the fan finally gave the doctor the full detail of the damage he's agreed to fix.

He can see now why the ever so prideful harbinger would come to him for help. The second had only ever admired you from afar due to the obvious hostility of the lord harbinger, but even now in your most vulnerable, there is still an eerie ethereal aura around you.

Lichtenberg figures - the scar runs along your face and reaches deeper, continuing under your robes and layers. It was akin to burned branches decorating your already deteriorating skin, flaking from time and damages.

Like a porcelain filled with cracks, ready to fall apart.

Sandrone would kill him for having this opportunity first.

As Scaramouche carefully lays you down to rest, you can't help but keep your eyes on his. When had he last been so unguarded with his emotions that you can easily see through them? The guilt, the anxiety, the despair - all laid bare for you to see.

In your fatigue you managed to take his hand, hand in crumbling hand, he lands a kiss on the back of your hand. Like a silent promise.

"I will be here when you wake up," Scaramouche gently caressed your flaking hand. "In a perfect form you've always deserved."

On your way to sleep, you cannot help but let the endearing thought occupy your thoughts: he seemed more hesitant to let go of your hand than you to his.

Your dreams were pleasant because of it.

"They have fallen into a deep sleep." The soon-to-be god gently settled your hand on the table. "I will uphold my end of our arrangement, so long as you do yours."

"Tch." Taking out the electro gnosis from under his kimono, he wasted no time placing it on the doctor's awaiting palm. "Here."

"And the second agreement."

And in here he hesitates, sending one last look on your form and one last glare to Dottore. "If I find out you've done something, I will end you myself." He spits with venom combined from eons of mistrust, before slamming the metal door on his way out.

Alone in this section of the factory, Dottore can't help but indulge in a triumphant laugh for a second as he rolls the chess piece in between his gloved fingers. It crackles to life as he walks closer to where the other puppet rests.

"Finally, I have found my answers." Holding it at its crown, Dottore slowly places the gnosis down next to your head. "Aren't you so fascinating? You've disproven all my theories, and yet I am not at all disappointed."

To think that a prototype had long overshadowed your light...

Waking up felt like leaving a warm embrace under the bittersweet accompaniment of a shedding cherry blossom tree, fallen leaves each rousing you to the path of consciousness with the softest of touches.

You leave your dream with the image of a smile, and wake up to one as you finally focused your vision.

"I'm here." Scaramouche stepped back when you quickly slid off the table, following closely as you made your way to the large mirror on the other side of the room. "It seems the operation was a success."

Success? "But - this is - " You touched the lines on your face. What modifications were you expecting beforehand? A new body? A new skin? You didn't expect it to be -

"Kintsugi." Scaramouche's hands slowly coaxed your hands off your face to show the golden lines clearly. You soon realize that your skin had been renewed to remove the flaking state, and the joints that were damaged were fixed. But there were no other changes, significant changes.

"I don't understand, the perfect form -"

His hand traced the branches of gold so lovingly, tenderly, with eyes of serenity you had never seen before. "You are already in your perfect form since the day I met you." The veil, trimmed to remove the damage from before, once again lays on your head. "There is no need to change you."

Watching yourself pull the veil close to your face, you can't help but admire how well the gold matches with the transparent purple.

To be looked at with such adoration from a beautiful doll like him.

"And once I become a god, I will create a perfect world for you too, one that you deserve and deserves you."

You close your eyes as he cradled your cheeks of beautiful scars.

"With this as my proof, I will walk this new life in my own terms." The Traveler does not miss the melancholic smile the Wanderer dons as he cradles the vision by his chest, even when he desperately tries to hide it under the shade of his hat. "For the both of us."

"Both of us?"

"Yes, I -" Locking eyes with the Traveler, his hopeful gaze from earlier dissipates to that of indifference. "Have you seen (Y/N)?"

"Huh? We've never heard of that name before." Paimon interjects, prying for clues on the image of this mystery person. "Paimon doesn't think we've seen anyone like that, even back in the port when we were with Dehya."

"Buer." Turning to the God of Wisdom, there was a sadness in her eyes that had only manifested now.

"I have the answers you seek, but... it may not be the answers you want." When his gaze doesn't waver, the dendro archon continues. "After negotiating with the doctor after the Traveler passed out..."

"While it is unfortunate that I was unable to see the results of this experiment, it at least gave way to another, more promising one." Lesser Lord Kusanali watched in apprehension and curiosity as the harbinger emerged from behind a pillar in the sanctuary, an unmoving form in his arms.

At that time, the dendro archon had no knowledge in her disposal to understand the direness in the situation, or the implications underlying it. All that she knew is that this was non-negotiable.

Even if she had the strength to fight, there was a possessiveness to the doctor that screams to her. This one, this puppet in his hands, is something he would not let go with simple bargains.

"Not only have you provided me with the gnoses, but you have removed the greatest obstacle to my newest magnum opus."

"This, is the only thing that was left behind." Placing the object she had cradled in her tiny hands on the Wanderer's palm, a familiar vial greets the puppet. "I'm sorry."

A necklace with a glass pendant. Inside lies a wilted petal that once shone a beautiful shade of pink.

Strong gale swirls around them as the Wanderer laughs, the glass exploding into shattered remains in his palm as he does so. "So this was your plan all along, Dottore? First, you take away my gnosis. And then..."

The edge on his voice makes the Traveler step back. But speechless when he raised his head to glare at the sky, his hat uncovering the hateful tears streaming down his cheeks. "You take away the only one that ever mattered to me. That vile, filthy -"

You must be so scared.

Clutching his vision close to his chest, the faint hum in the rhythm of a gentle heartbeat does not console him anymore.

Thank you for reading Kintsugi! This is the ending, folks! However I will be publishing another piece for this of all the different scenarios that got scrapped as well as in-depth explanation of the elements of this story. There were a lot of things changed and removed here in comparison to the original concept, and I will share them next time, but I hope you still enjoyed this one!

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A request, if I may. One of the Khan’s serfs has lost a bet. Now she must walk up to him, and ask him directly, “do Primarchs fuck?”

He offers to demonstrate.

Risky business I like it.

Pairing: Jaghatai khan x reader

Warnings: Marking, rough sex but like you get to be on top...for a little while, also he claims you at the end. Like he takes you as his consort/wife. He's not letting you go after all that okay

The long grass rippled in waves around me like an ocean. I was tending to the khan today. Cleaning his plate and bringing him any necessities. The snickering of the other female serfs carried on the breeze as I trudged towards the tent I knew the Khan would be in.

His bike was outside the entrance, a glorious piece of tech that he maintained with more love and care than some people gave their own children.

I turned back, nervous as hare to see the grinning faces of the people I thought were my friends. But after losing that bet, I wasn't so sure. They shooed me forward with waves of their hands, and I turned back to the tent, gulping.

The thick hide of an animal made up the outside of the tent. The preserved leather firm but smooth under my hands as I bowed my head at the entrance. "Lord Khan? I've come to perform my duties."

"Enter." The soft, deep voice came from within the dim interior. A shiver went up my spine, but in a good way. His voice was rich and was as handsome as the man himself. Pushing back the flap I stepped into the spacious tent. It had to be to fit the Khan.

His armor was laid aside and placed with care. The khan was in light clothes, just a pair of pants really. He was polishing his long curved sword. Thankfully the White Tiger Dao, and not the one in his pants, I mentally sighed as I bowed to him. "Where shall I begin, my lord?" I asked, being as polite as I could, maybe it would keep me alive once I asked. If I could ask. "Whichever piece." He huffed. Keeping his replies short and to the point. He wasn't very chatty.

I hefted a pauldron from the stack and began to brush away the other layer of dust first, meticulous in my work. As I did the ornate patterning beneath the grime became more obvious. It was a beautiful piece. Art in and of itself. I wondered as I worked what wearing a piece like this would feel like. The Khan raised his blade to inspect it in the light as I shifted to cleaning the metal, it drew my gaze up to him and reminded me of the bet. I felt my heart flutter and tried to focus on my actual work. My brain wandered back to last night as I drank merrily with my friends. "So you clean the Khan's armor tomorrow right?" One girl asked suggestively. There was a bout of giggling as I eyed them suspiciously. "Yeah, I feel quite honored to be given the privilege." "Well then maybe you'd care to indulge us?" I gave them all a look and sipped the sweet wine in my glass as they proposed a bet. Perhaps it was the drink, or maybe I'm just that stupid, but I didn't even think to ask what the losing terms were until I was seven losses deep into a game of dice when they told me. I tried to fight them on it, but they just laughed and told me it'd be fine.

I gave my word though, when I took the bet, even if I wouldn't have if I'd known. The khan settled his blade into its sheath and I watched him pick up a piece of armor himself and begin to clean it. He must have noticed my glance or something in my posture as he set his rag aside and settled his firm gaze on me. My body looked up, my thumb nearly getting sliced open on the razor-like crest of his pauldron as I flinched. "You wish to say something." The sound of his voice seemed to echo around the tent. It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

Bolting from the tent would probably have been smarter. But I swallowed my anxiety and let go of the breath I'd involuntarily begun to hold when he looked at me with his full undivided attention.

"I uh, yeah." I barely managed to whisper.

"Then speak." I expected there to be a tone of annoyance in his voice, or perhaps a cold disinterest, but instead he seemed to simply be giving me the chance to say something. His gaze went back to his armor and simply existing seemed to get easier.

'Welp, here goes.. everything' I thought. "Well, um..." I gathered all my courage and just blurted it out. "Do primarchs have sex?" I felt like an idiot, no scratch that, I WAS an idiot. No one sane asks something like that, even on a bet. "Like can you?" Stop talking mouth! Stop digging this hole. My brain all but pleaded.

The Khan went very still, almost as if he was a statue and not a man. I was preparing to take a sword or fist to the chest, but instead he let out a soft shaking breath. It was a moment before I realized he was laughing. Honest to goodness laughing. "Is that why you've been twitching since you first came into this tent?" His chuckling steadily evened out, and fuck me sideways if it wasn't a sound to lift the soul, I don't know what is. It could have been music for all the emotions it stirred in me. "Well, if my cock has given your mind that much ill ease, perhaps I could quiet it for you." He leaned in and I felt the warmth of his skin even though he hadn't touched me. "And give you a demonstration." I felt like my brain crashed, as if it'd been thrown from a speeding jet bike and straight into a wall of bricks. But again my mouth seemed to find the concept of not consulting my brain appealing once more. Then again how could it? Seeing as my mind had left the building at some point. "Yeah, sounds great." He chuckled again and I could see the mirth dancing deep within his eyes. "Good. Your form is pleasing to me. I likely would have sought after you to bed you regardless." The Khan stood and moved past me to the mouth of the tent. The blatant honesty was nice but hell. Did he actually mean that? "Disrobe, I will return." He vanished and my body immediately began to obey. Oh fuck, what was I even doing? Thinking of bedding a primarch, a son of the emperor? I mean, his body was stellar, the best around, but was I going to do this. You know what. Fuck it. I was going to go back to the snickering nitwits with a story they were never going to forget.

I, was going to fuck Jaghatai Khan. Come hell or high water, because he was willing. The only problem is I had to find out if I was able.

My shirt slid over my head and onto the ground followed by my boots and my pants. Jaghatai Came back not a minute after I was done undressing and he tied the tent's flaps shut before turning to face me. He has a bedroll under his arm and it suddenly became very real what I had gotten myself into as he knelt in front of me, setting the bed roll aside and putting a colossal hand on my waist. He nodded as if confirming something with himself and leaned his face down to kiss my chest.

My hand found its way to his shoulder to balance myself. He kissed and massaged my hips, it was relaxing, which surprised me given my previous nerves. Kissing over one breast he took my nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, the warmth and sudden pleasure making me gasp. He did that with both of them, lavishing both with attention.

When the khan pulled away I found I was breathing hard and his arm slipped around my back to steady me. My thighs were wet enough that I could feel it. And the Khan seemed to be able to tell. His fingers undid the ties holding his pants and they slipped down his body and to the floor. His cock was already hard, and just from that little interaction. "Shall we proceed?" His hands came back to me as he asked.

I smiled, nodded. "Yes, I would like that." I watched him untie the bundle and unroll it. I wasn't sure what to anticipate, but it wasn't him immediately laying down and gesturing to his face. "Sit." "Sit?" "Yes. Come sit." My legs moved and my body was eager to see where this would go. I stood over his head and knelt, he guided me down, my front facing the rest of my body. I got a nice view of his cock as hovered over his face. "Okay, now what?" He held my hips tightly. "You sit." He pulled me down so my weight was resting on his face. I was going to object but his tongue was licking me clean as soon as his lips touched my lower lips. So all I really managed was a strangled gasp and a long breathy moan.

I had to stabilize myself on his abs. His cock twitched, a bead of precum leaking from it like a single sticky tear. I figured it'd be rude not to return the favor. I reached for his thick cock, my fingers grazing the shaft and was rewarded with a sharp nip to my inner thigh. "Hey!" I squeaked, confused and shocked. "Behave yourself. You may have some later." He growled and returned his mouth to actively exploring as deep as his tongue would allow as his fingers traced lazy circles around my clit. My walls clenched around his tongue. It seemed to embolden him and he applied more force. I slid forward and was so close to his cock I could have licked it. The single bead of sticky goodness was growing bigger and it began to leak down. I stuck out my tongue hoping to catch the droplet, as inconspicuous as was possible. I wasn't as clever as I thought, apparently. "I thought I told you to behave." Jaghatai's voice growled behind me.

"I am." "Are you now? Because it seems like you're being very impatient." I whined as I watched the droplet fall to his abs. "I just wanted a taste-" His tongue brushed over my clit and I was thoroughly distracted. His fingers pushed at my slick entrance and pushed in. The movement of his tongue and fingers created a dichotomy in my body of both burning pain from the stretch and pleasure from his tongue. I grasped at his hips and breathed through it. I wasn't going to take his cock without prep, that was for sure. It worked though and the pain turned to pleasure in short order. It was hard to sit still in the face of it. The Khan seemed to come to a conclusion about something and pulled his fingers away. Leaving my pussy sadly empty. He urged me forward and sat up. "Turn." He instructed and I obeyed again.

Now face to face with the handsome man, and sitting in his lap.

He kissed me, his lips imparting my own flavor onto mine. His tongue brushed my bottom lip and I allowed him to enter. Our tongues danced together as his cock brushed over my sex. Getting himself nice and wet. "Are you comfortable with continuing?" I was surprised by the question, but it made me feel warm in my chest. "I am." I told him with certainty. The tip of his cock pushed in, I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to take his whole length today. But fuck if I wasn't going to try. The burn was hard to breathe through, but when he stopped and let me adjust I was pleased to find it subsiding quickly enough. His hand stroked up and down my back, soothing me as he sank in as much of his manhood as he could.

"You are very tight." He noted and it seemed more a rhetorical statement to himself than one meant for me. But I nodded against his chest.

As soon as he stopped fully I could feel him in my stomach. Truly he was huge. I kissed his cheek, initiating the affection for once.

That took him by surprise and I wasn't sure why. Had I fucked up? If so he didn't look as if he wanted me to stop. I kissed his cheek again and he sighed. It sounded content and returned the gesture. It was nice. His hips gave a shallow thrust, determining my readiness. I moaned, low and with need. "I will take that to mean you are ready?" "Take it however you want, just please,do that again." He did, rolling his hips up into mine as he held me against his chest, his face pressed into my hair. My mouth hung open, moans pouring from me like water, I didn't even consider that others might hear me. It was heavenly, feeling his hips roll into mine. His thick manhood stretched me beyond what I had ever anticipated. And man was it ever a trip, knowing I was bedding a primarch. I shut my eyes and watched as light danced behind them, growing fuzzy from all the pleasure. His hips picked up their pace, one hand hugging me to him while the other held my hip. I let him set the tempo and was not let down. I came hard, and none too quietly, crying his name. His first name. He squeezed my hip and gasped. Rolling us both, his body hovering over mine as he fucked me harder and faster. scrambling my insides and my brains all in one go. I felt his lips meet mine and I fell into the kiss with a thirst I'd not felt for anything else before. It was fair to call it rutting as he approached his climax. Our lips still sealed, it was not gentle and he gave a bone deep groan as he finally spilled into me. Holding me tightly to him. He broke the kiss, only to place a line of them along my cheek and jaw. It was oddly affectionate. But I wasn't going to complain.

We laid there panting, though he was clearly not winded, just satisfied. I was tired. My body was beginning to feel the strain. "Are you alright?" I gave him a thumbs up and a weak. "yeah~" His thumb brushed over my cheek then down my neck. He leaned down to suck a mark between my shoulder and neck. It would be noticeable to anyone who saw what happened. Satisfied with his work he laid on his side by me. "Was that demonstration sufficient enough?" "Plenty." "That is good. I would take you again when you are ready.If not tonight then at a time of your choosing." "Again?" "Yes. Again." "Am I allowed to do this with you again?" His mouth turned up in a rare genuine smile of warmth. "Yes. Shall I be needing to provide a demonstration?"

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #primarch x reader #40k #my writing #primarchs #warhammer 40k x reader #jaghatai khan #jaghatai khan x reader #mating press march

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ashurzs · 11 months

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STAYING QUIET <3!

smut drabble 😵‍💫

cws? bttm male reader, degrading, sex in a risky place, slight praise.

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KAMISATO AYATO, the head of the kamisato clan is a busy man. so busy in fact that he barely has time for leisurely walks or outings! but that still can't stop a certain someone from requiring.. special treatment.

- you were cute in his eyes! sure you may be too needy for your own good, but the way you look back at him in panic hearing the approaching footsteps of his housekeeper? god he just wishes to see that face more often.

- "'y-yato.. someone's comin- mmfh!"

- "what was that dear?" the smirk in his face knew it was evident in what he was doing,, i mean.. slamming his hips against your ass while you were speaking is a cheap move!

- you let out another pathetic whine as he grinds against your ass. his slim fingers tracing across your back before pulling your hair, his lips kissing the shell of your ear.

- "yeah i bet you're getting off to this huh? you act like a cheap whore in heat.. can't even keep your dick down when you're in the same room as me.." ayato chuckles as he nibbles your neck.

- "my lord, are you busy? my lady requests to see you.. she says to bring your lover with you."

- hearing thoma's voice makes you squirm and look up at your lover, his hands trailing up and down your stomach.

- "ah.. tell her i'll be out, just have to finish up this sheet. i'll wake up (y/n) as well."

- "very well, i'll tell her right away."

- waiting a bit, ayato chuckles before whispering again "i'm sorry dear, looks like we have to end early hm? but don't worry.. i'm not leaving a slut like you unfinished."

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LISA is a collected woman. sure she may just be the knights of favonious librarian, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have a sense of authority when it comes to her precious babyboy <3.

- here you are, on her lap. your cock out as she coos softly in your ear, her pointer finger and middle twisting your nipple.

- "my babyboy's so slutty,, squirming in my library knowing that anyone could walk in at any moment.."

- her words don't get to process in your mind due to her nimble fingers going down to your leaky cock..

- your breathing gets heavy once you see her slowly wrap her fingers around your sensitive cock, a whine escaping your throat as she pumps it slowly.

- "oh? i'm barely even doing anything to you my love and you're already moaning? pathetic.."

- you gulp as she speeds up her past, looking at the door you fear what'll people think of you if someone were to come in and see how disheveled you are..

- "it's okay baby.. you're so cute that even if someone were to come in, they'd probably leave and pleasure themselves to how messy you look.."

- as soon as you hear her say that, her speed quickens. your eyes widen and you grip at her wrists, a loud moan escaping from your lips. "li-lisa.. please.."

- "already begging? such an adorable little thing you are.." <3

#asher's works!!#kamisato ayato #genshin impact #genshin fan fic #genshin imapct fan fic #ayato smut #kamisato ayato smut #genshin impact smut #lisa genshin impact #genshin impact lisa smut #male reader #smut #fan fiction #fanfic #smut drabble

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queen--of--shadows · 2 years

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Healing Shadows: Part 1

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Reader is a gifted surgical healer and water bender. Rhysand needs her help when he finds out about Feyre’s risky pregnancy. Azriel finds out reader is his mate.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,317

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

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Part 1: Hopeless

It was a frigid, cold winter day in Velaris. Growing up in the beautiful town of night and stars, you were accustomed to the changing seasons but hated winter the most. As you stood in the back of the clinic, warming your hands by the fireplace, you heard the front door swing open; the bells hung on the back of the door knocking against each other violently. “Madja, please, I need your help,” a deep, rich voice echoed throughout the clinic. A voice you had never heard before, but laced with concern and panic, you couldn’t help but creep behind one of the bookshelves and pretend to stay busy as you eavesdropped on the conversation.

“She won’t be able to pass him naturally. I’ve spent every single day over the past few weeks trying to find a solution, but I can’t find a way out of this. Please, Madja. I need something. I need some kind of hope or some answer. There has to be some option.” Grabbing a few books to reshelve, you turned a corner, and your knees almost buckled on themselves.

Standing at the front of the clinic with his hands on Madja’s shoulders was none other than Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. You immediately recognized his blazing purple eyes, the power thrumming from him and into your very bones. You weren’t one to be easily intimidated, so you kept your focus on the books in your hands and began reshelving. Madja looked over her shoulder, trying to get your attention, but you ignored her. She knew you didn’t like people knowing about your powers, even if it was the High Lord. “I’m sorry, Rhys. I am out of ideas and don’t know what else to do. Y/N and I will do some more research tonight, but I can’t promise anything. We’ve already looked through all our books, but we will look once more. I will try my best, but the High Lady needs you now more than ever; please, go attend to her, and we will try to figure something out.” Rhysand held his stare but finally nodded, disappointment and sadness apparent in those beautiful violet eyes. He stalked out of the clinic, and Madja quickly locked the door behind him.

“What was that all about?” you asked, trying to sound as uninterested and nonchalant as possible, like it was anyone other than the High Lord who just blasted through the front door.

“The High Lady is pregnant. She was in her Illyrian form when her child was formed, and I went to see her a few weeks ago to check on the child. He has wings.”

You didn’t need more information to determine how dangerous the High Lady’s pregnancy was.

“I know you don’t want anyone to know about your gift, but you saw how distraught Rhysand was. I’ve been taking care of him and his brothers for centuries. It would mean a lot to me if you would just consider helping him and Feyre. They would be eternally grateful.” Madja’s words hung in the silent air, and her pleading gaze meant she wanted an answer sooner rather than later.

“I’ll think about it tonight. I can’t promise anything, but… he did seem really worried. I can’t imagine what he must be going through. I’ll have an answer for you by the morning.”

Madja left, and you stayed back to finish cleaning up. Again the front door swung wide open. You jumped and let out a scream, shaken out of your thoughts of the High Lord and Lady. Turning around with the broom in your hand, you took a defensive stance, only to face Rhysand. His raven black hair was ruffled, wings spread out, and violet eyes burning into your own. Neither of you said anything for a few seconds, so you decided to break the silence.

“I was just--” he started. “Madja isn’t here; she left a while ago,” you sputtered out at the same time as him.

Rhys walked over to you, keeping a few paces in between the both of you. “My apologies. I’m Rhysand,” he said, offering a gentle smile and his hand.

“Lord Rhysand, I’m Y/N.”

“Please, call me Rhys. Are you a friend of Madja’s? I’ve never seen you around before.” Appreciating his calm demeanor, you replied, “Yes, I’ve known of Madja for quite some time. I was born and raised in Velaris, actually. I’ve been interested in healing and her knowledge of medicine, so I started as an apprentice here last summer and have been working with her since then. I overheard your conversation earlier; I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Is the High Lady doing alright?”

His smile quickly vanished, replaced with a frown and furrowed brows. “Feyre is…I’m scared.” The concern and fear in his eyes returned. “She doesn’t know, but she won’t be able to pass the baby naturally with its wings. Madja says there’s nothing she can do for her. Shifting into her Illyrian form is too risky, and Madja doesn’t know how to cut into her belly without risking either of their lives. I’m hopeless,” he finished, unknowingly pacing around the room. Madja’s request from earlier still rang in your ears. You had said that you would have an answer for her by the morning, but Rhysand’s words tore at your heart. You didn’t want anyone to know about your surgical knowledge or healing powers, but you empathized with his feeling of helplessness.

Half human and half fae, you had spent years studying in the human realms before even approaching Madja, learning about surgical techniques and spending countless hours operating on cadavers that people had offered once they passed. You were forever grateful for their sacrifice long after they were gone; without them, you wouldn’t have mastered the skills you were now equipped with. You had never performed an actual surgery, let alone on a fae. Another reason you didn’t want Madja telling people of your skills-- you weren’t confident enough yet to go through with them. “Is everything alright, Y/N?” Rhys’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Yes, sorry. Everything is okay; I think maybe more than okay.” A grin slowly etched your face, and Rhys’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I want to be honest, but I don’t want to get your hopes up, Rhys. Nobody knows this except Madja, so I would appreciate your discretion. I studied surgical techniques for years in the human realms. My mother was human and passed away years ago after an accident. She needed a surgeon, but there were none easily accessible to us. After she passed, I promised to learn as much as I could. I’ve worked on cadavers before and am very familiar with pregnant females, but I’ve never performed surgery before, and I’m not 100% confident in my abilities. If you and Feyre want to take the chance, I would be more than willing to perform Feyre’s surgery. I know this is a big decision and not something to take lightly, but Madja told me there are not many options. Please take all the time you need and talk it over with her.”

A tear slipped out of Rhys’s eyes, and he rushed over to grab your shoulders, just like he had with Madja. “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for trusting me with this information. Let me talk to Feyre and see what she says. I’ll stop by tomorrow morning to let you know, but I think this will be our best bet. Thank you.”

Rhys rushed out of the clinic. You didn’t realize how tightly you had been gripping the broom this entire time, and your jaw was clenched so tight that an ache seared through your teeth. What did I just get myself into, you thought to yourself as you locked the clinic door behind you and walked back home.

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phillippadgettwrites · 6 months

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The First Time, Every Time: Gender Bender

Rated X / 1661 words / Posted on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

It’s constant. The hum, the pull, the bone deep thrum of it. It keeps her up at night. It distracts her every waking moment. It’s consuming her, and she needs it to stop.

She feels sick when she thinks of that ugly man and his gentle strokes across the webbing of her thumb. Sick because she can’t stop replicating it, holding her own hand and stroking, stroking, stroking. It’s like he drew back the string on the bow of her desire and left her hanging there, tight and ready to fire. She finds herself fascinated by the idea of sex so transcendent that your heart simply bursts, overcome with pleasure. Not that she wishes he’d been successful, but…she wonders.

Her clit has developed its own pulse, steadily beating against the seam of her slacks while Mulder flips through his slide projector. Even that mechanical click sends a shockwave through her, makes her cunt grab at nothing and then pitch a fit about it. Her pussy has taken on the attitude of Veruca Salt, demanding that her needs be met on a whim, no matter how fantastical. Don’t care how, she wants it now.

She’s already run out the battery on her vibrator, then fucked herself with her fingers until she simply couldn’t stand any more friction. She ended up driving around at 11pm until she found an open grocery store to buy a bottle of KY, throwing in some condoms so it would look like she was getting laid instead of masturbating until she thought her clit might fall off, which would be a relief at this point.

Mulder is certainly not helping.

Has he always smelled this good? Has his ass always been so fucking plump? Has the bulge in his pants always been so…bulgy? He answers the door shirtless when she stops by his apartment and she has to make an excuse to leave before she throws him down on his couch and does things to him that would definitely violate several bureau policies, as well as her own moral code.

A few days ago her own moral code told her that casual sex was far too risky, something only stupid, careless people did. But what was previously beyond the scope of consideration is starting to sound more and more appealing the longer she lives with her bratty little cunt and its unrelenting petition for more, more, more. She can’t be sure that getting her hands on a flesh and blood cock will put an end to her misery, but even if it doesn’t she’s confident that she’ll enjoy it.

She’s never done this before, and she wishes she’d paid more attention to the sordid stories her friends told her in undergrad. She puts on a tight little red dress that is probably out of fashion and pairs it with panty hose out of habit, which she then takes off as it will only be an additional barrier. A little extra eyeliner and blush, red lipstick, her tallest heels. God, she looks ridiculous, like a little girl playing dress up. She’s beginning to reconsider when little Miss Veruca starts beating her drum again, wetting the panties that she only just put on. Now, now, now.

She picks a bar far away from her apartment to lower the odds of running into anyone she knows or might see again. It’s busy and noisy, not the kind of place that has many regulars, and she hopes that if she just sits at the rail and looks approachable, a suitable man will hit on her. Lord knows she’s had to turn down dozens of offers in the past, and that was when she wasn’t even trying. She orders a whisky neat and slams it before ordering another, half nervous and half feral.

The first man who talks to her is wearing a wedding ring, and while he’s attractive and her genitals find him worthy, she can’t bring herself to participate in the breaking of vows. She excuses herself to the bathroom and finds a spot at the other end of the rail, closer to the front door. She scans the sea of suits and loudly patterned shirts, looking for the right guy. At this point she’s feeling wound up and tipsy enough to make the overture herself, possible rejection be damned.

“Scully?”

Her blood swells in her veins at the sound of his voice. She turns and finds him looking at her in awestruck surprise, unsuccessfully resisting the urge to drag his eyes from her head to her feet and back again, and the weight of his obvious appreciation makes her cunt water. “What are you doing here?”

She opens her mouth but words don’t come out. The only ones she can think of are, I need to fuck someone or I may actually die.

“Are you meeting someone?” he asks, and the little flash of displeasure in his eyes tells her everything she needs to know.

She shakes her head.

His head tilts curiously. He’s wearing jeans and a white T-shirt, and she can’t help but take a good long look at his firm pecs under soft cotton, and the slight shadow of his nipples.

“Picking someone up?” he asks facetiously, like it’s the least likely answer that could ever possibly be correct. Like the idea that she, Dana Scully, would be at this bar looking to get laid is absolutely insane. And it is. She feels insane. Delirious with lust and desperate to be touched.

She stares at his mouth for a moment, then lifts her eyes to meet his and cocks an eyebrow. Mulder’s smirk fades and he swallows hard. God, he smells good.

“I better scram, then,” he says uncomfortably as he starts to back away. “Wouldn’t want to ruin your chances.”

She grabs him by the wrist, her fingernails digging into his skin, and he looks so thoroughly confused.

“You wanna do something stupid?” she asks him breathlessly, and her cunt bangs on the walls, stomps on the floor, now, now, now.

They make it as far as the alley. Her car is blocks away, and he walked from his apartment, but she cannot wait that long. She needs him now. He’s stunned and worried, asking so many times if she’s sure that she tells him to shut the fuck up and silences him with her mouth. She pulls him against a dirty brick wall and palms him over his jeans, and he yelps like her hand is made of ice.

“Here?” he whispers harshly between kisses, and she answers by popping the button on his fly.

He’s enormous, and already hard. She knew, deep down, that she could have him if she wanted to, but feeling the stiff heft of him in her hand makes her feel like a fucking goddess.

“Touch me,” she begs him, and he tentatively lays his hands on her hips, running them down the sides of her thighs and making her quiver with anticipation. “Here,” she says, taking his hand and sending it under her dress and between her legs, where he groans when he feels the soaked gusset of her panties.

“Jesus, Scully,” he says in awe, slipping his fingers behind the fabric and running them over her syrupy lips.

She’s going to come, but she’s not nearly done with him. She needs to feel his big fat cock inside her. She needs to. She might burst into flames if she can’t have it. He swirls his fingers around her opening and she unravels, sinking down against the dirty brick wall until he hoists her up with his free hand. She’s still coming when she reaches for him, stroking him in time to the strobe of her orgasm, and he breathes loudly through his nose as he suppresses his own vocalizations. She herself is loud and unabashed, too desperate for decorum.

“Please,” she whispers, tugging him closer by the cock. “I need it.”

He pauses and gives her an appraising look, like the pieces are falling together. Like he understands. He removes his hand from between her legs and hitches her dress up over her hips, then presses her against the wall and moves her panties aside with the head of his cock before slamming into her.

She might have screamed. Might have drawn attention from the people smoking around the corner. She does not care. Jesus himself could come back for the rapture and she’d have to tell him that she is already in heaven, being fucked roughly fifteen feet from a dumpster by the man she’ll have to face at work tomorrow. He fills her so fully, so deeply, it scratches that persistent itch that’s been tormenting her since they crossed paths with the Kindred. She wraps her arms around his neck and achieves earthly nirvana, a feeling of pleasure so complete that even the tips of her toes are coming. He shatters her, consumes her, pours into her until he is running down her legs. And finally, finally, finally, it’s enough.

He lowers her to the ground and she wobbles on enervated legs, holding onto him with one hand while she tugs her dress back down. Mulder tucks his spent cock back into his boxers and casts her worried glances while he buttons his jeans.

“Thank you,” she says breathlessly, patting his chest. She looks up at his face and meets his eye with cutting seriousness, and he waits for her to speak. “This never happened,” she says with an air of finality, and he nods.

She stumbles back to her car, beyond sated, and drives herself home.

When she walks into the office the next morning, he asks her how her evening was, as he often does. She gives him a quick glance to confirm that the question isn’t loaded and finds a perfectly neutral expression on his face.

“Fantastic,” she says flatly. “Best night of my life.”

She feels him smiling from across the room.

#x files fanfic #the x files #xf fic #xf fanfic

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