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eddiemuonson · 6 months

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"Here's your treat, Sailor" - Steve Harrington x f! Reader

Summary: It's Halloween and you're celebrating your birthday. You throw a small party at your house, but end up locked in your closet with Steve. Give him a treat, he's upset, yeah?

Warnings: A little fluff, a little smut. Oral sex, cursing. 18+ DNI

Word count: 2.6k (just a quick story)

Being born close to Halloween means it was always most likely you would throw a themed birthday party. Two days before the actual date, you were celebrating at a bar with your closest friends, always excited to gather all of them and your other friends.

Hours before the party, you were getting help from Robin and Eddie with the decoration, while Steve and Dustin - your not-so-baby-brother - were cleaning the house.

Jonathan and Nancy were in charge of the rest; food, crockery, cups and stuff like that. A faint rock music was playing on a boombox as you were all busy with the arrangement.

You were pretty excited this year, for the first time after getting into college you invited a few friends you got along. Not that you weren't missing having a boyfriend, but every time you'd go out with someone, it turns out they just want sex, and you didn't like that.

Pumpkins with wicked grins lined the path to the entrance, their flickering candles casting eerie shadows. A large, ancient oak tree was adorned with fake cobwebs and ghostly apparitions hanging from its branches, swaying gently in the autumn breeze. A fog machine sent wisps of mist rolling across the yard, setting the perfect, eerie mood.

It was 8 pm sharp when the first guests arrived. Mike with El, Lucas with Max and Will, who were not that young anymore either, they were all like 18, 19. You couldn't hold a grin to see them dressed as Ghostbusters, like every year they wear matching costumes.

You and your friends made a deal you'd surprise each other with your costumes, so a while after the kids arrived, Eddie knocked on the door and as you opened it, and it was impossible to miss. He had transformed himself into a member of the legendary rock band, Kiss.

He was wearing a very made up costume. He even painted in the signature black and white makeup, wearing a black leather vest, displaying his flat abs.

He wore a skin-tight, leather jumpsuit adorned with studs and spikes. Behind him, Robin was wearing a camouflage outfit, along with black boots just like Eddie.

"Wow, you took the 'dressed to kill' idea very seriously!" She said as she complimented you. As a lesbian, she couldn't stop looking at your cleavage.

You went for an Elvira look with a black, form-fitting, low-cut dress, with a slit on the side. The v-neck showed a little too much of your chest, which would make every guy look at you for more than five minutes.

"Eddie, come on dork. Stop stripping her with your eyes!" She mocked him, laughing at the way he was just frozen, still looking at you.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart. Nice choice. Gonna make every dude in this house get a boner" He tried to sound playful, but he only just turned himself in.

"Thank you so much for the heads-up. I had no idea" Ironically, you weren't really expecting that. Maybe that's why Mike and Lucas got flickered in their foreheads earlier.

Steve was more obvious and it made you laugh. He just chose to wear his Scoops Ahoy uniform, without the hat. Because that would ruin his perfect hair.

And again, what Eddie said echoed in your head, because the hairy chested guy couldn't stop staring at your breasts until you tried to pinch him. Jonathan and Nancy were wearing something very couple-like, and it was heart melting.

There were people chatting in the backyard, some were listening to music while talking and drinking, Dusty and the kids were talking about some game. The couple was somewhere, probably exchanging saliva, and you were talking with Robin, listening to her charm about Vickie, while Eddie was smoking a joint.

"Hey, where the hell is Steve?" She asks after a brief pause, watching as Eddie shrugs his shoulders. "I haven't seen him in like, twenty minutes, I think?".

"Probably fixing his hair or managing to get his dick wet" He scoffed.

Both of you looked at him in disbelief, he was just trying to mock. "Ew, Munson. I know he used to be like that, but he wouldn't do this. Not at my house at least" You respond, but he doesn't agree.

"Eh, could be. But let's be honest. The guy is charming, pretty, and has a good talk. Any girl would jump on him like that" He snaps his fingers.

"I'm gonna look for him around here. You can go upstairs" You tell her before leaving him alone, who mumbles something about Steve "needing a babysitter" or something.

You had no idea where the guy could've gone. He just didn't say anything before ghosting, and it's not like there was a way of communicating to him, unless he had a walkie. But this wasn't one of his gatherings with the kids.

You looked behind the curtains, because, you never know right? Under the table, behind the couch, in the guest restroom and even behind any door, but still nothing. Robin said she didn't see him upstairs.

She went to the backyard and asked the others about him. Until you realized you didn't look for him in one spot that anyone could fit in: the closet under your stairs.

He was sitting there with a different look on his face. Maybe tired? You didn't know. He had his back resting against the wall, fidgeting his fingers. A cup with some drink was also resting on the floor.

"Care to explain why you're hiding at my party without saying anything?" You ask, but he doesn't bother to look at you.

He shrugs his shoulders, pouting. "I'm sorry it's your birthday party. I just didn't feel like being around".

You wanted to ask, but you weren't sure he would answer you. Still holding the doorknob, you reach out your hands, so he can lift himself up, but he doesn't.

"C'mon Steve, let's try and cheer up, yeah? You want me to change the music? Is it boring?" He shakes his head. "You want something else to drink? Food?". Nothing.

As soon as he gets up, he closes the door behind you, before you protest. What he doesn't know is that If you close the door, it locks from the inside. He just locked you both in there.

"Steve-" You try to tell him, but he cuts you off.

"Can you not tell this to Robin just yet? It's going to sound really stupid" He asks, his tone was low and pretty hurtful.

"Steve, you can't close this door from the inside. We're locked in here".

He snaps his eyes and raises both eyebrows. He tries to open the door but nothing happens.

"You're fucking kidding me. I just locked the party host in the closet" He groans, yanking his head against the door.

"Yeah, thank you. Now Robin is going to think we're either missing or messing around".

Steve still has his head resting against the door, banging it carefully.

"Could this night be any shittier?" You don't get why he seems stressed, but you try to ask him anyway.

"What happened, sailor?" He chuckles lightly, almost like in a bittersweet way.

"If you make fun of me I'll get your gift back" He threatens. "Just this girl I was talking to earlier in the backyard.. I asked her for her number and she said I was a 'stupid momma's boy and that my reputation is wrecked'" He mourns.

"You know you're not like that anymore, right?" You try to ease him and reassure you don't think of him that way.

He still laughs sarcastically. "Seems like I still am". He sighs. "That's the problem. People still see me like that, and I hate it".

"Just because some random girl said that to you, it doesn't mean it's true".

Steve tries to take in your words as he crosses his arms on his chest and ponders. He hasn't been like that in ages, why would he still make it a big deal anyway? Seems like he needed to work out his self-esteem.

"Maybe you're right. How's the party?" He still sounds like he's offended, maybe he just needs a hug.

"Well, it's been pretty good until you locked us in" You joke, watching him slightly chuckle.

"You look really good as Elvira" Steve gives you a gentle side smile and you grab his hand.

"You look the same as always, sailor" Snorting, he gives you a death glance. Like, it's not the first time you see in that outfit.

"Just think you missed the boobs". Oh, that was a burn.

Walking towards him, you make sure you're pressing your sides to show a little more cleavage, and he gulps. "What, you don't think this cleavage isn't enough?" Your voice was smooth and low.

As you reach to both his arms, he tries to not stare at you for too long or he breaks. Your pleading eyes actually hold something different and it makes his boxer feel uncomfortable already. You've always thought he was good looking, even with the stupid outfit.

"I.. uh- No, it's great" He nervously laughs, his hands never meet your body out of respect for you.

You tease him as you lean against his body, and Steve is looking confused at you. "Eddie was right when he said every guy would get a boner with my costume".

He tries to hold a nervous chuckle and fails. "I don't have a boner, what do you mean?"

"Then what are you hiding in there, an ice cream scoop?" The taunting was terrible, but it makes him laugh as his cheeks flush.

"You're a terrible person" This time he holds his gaze directly at your eyes and leans closer until your noses bump. "You're incredibly sexy and terrible".

"And yet you're the one dressed as a sailor with your uniform" You retort, wrapping your hands around his neck. He feels your chest pressed against his, as well as his growing crotch.

He doesn't give you an answer, but instead he just crashes his lips against yours, holding your chin in a light grip. He tastes like beer, he smells like Calvin Klein and you don't regret this little show you're having.

It doesn't have to be something serious right now, so you just enjoy it when he slides his tongue against yours, letting out a groan to your surprise. One of his hands slides down your body, holding your waist as he tries to bring you closer to him.

You feel his hard cock rub against your cunt under the dress and it burns your skin. Grasping his lower lip against your teeth, you let out a teasing gasp, learning Steve is just about to throw you against the wall and fuck you there.

But before he even tries anything, you start kissing him again, feeling his hot tongue swirling around yours in a battle for dominance. It makes your brain twist and your stomach sink. It makes your entire body shiver.

He pulls back only to breathe, his haired chest is heavily panting and his lips are swollen. "This is what they're missing. So, fuck them" You praise.

His big squared hand grabs your cheek carefully as he uses his thumb to rub his digit against your skin. "Thank you" That's all he says.

Watching him from that position, it makes you realize he's everything Eddie said before. He is charming, pretty, and has a good talk. He's also caring, smart and gentle. If you could, you would put him in a bubble and take care of him.

You pull him by the collar only to give him a peck before sliding both hands down his stomach until your hands reach the elastic of his shorts.

He looks at you, confused and sort of lost with the action. "Here's a Halloween treat, sailor". You kneel in front of him.

The tone of your voice is barely above a whisper and it carries luxury, filling the air of the small closet. His throat is now dry as he gulps harshly. You pull down his piece of clothing before glancing carefully at his hardened cunt under the fabric.

It pulses when you softly touch his base and Steve almost collapses under your hands. He helps you get rid of his boxer, muffling his grunt when you hold it in your right hand. Your best hand, the one you know you can give a nice handjob.

But this time you catch him off guard when your mouth gives him a soft open mouthed kiss on the glistening tip of his cock. He's kinda big, and thick, and it makes your mouth water with desperation. You glide your tongue until it reaches his balls and he flinches, hissing.

"Jesus fuck" He cries. It makes you grin through his cock.

Slowly, you swallow him until it reaches the back of your throat and you try not to gag. His reflection is to pull a handful of your hair and he slowly loses it.

Working along with your tongue, you start bobbing your head up and down, careful to not choke on his cunt. You cup his balls with your free hand and softly rub them against your soft fingers.

Steve almost starts sliding down the wall, trying to hold himself up. He feels himself completely at your mercy, not knowing why it feels so good, considering you were good friends.

You hum while tasting every inch of him, feeling his dick twitch inside your mouth, dripping with precum.

He uses one hand to hold himself while the other one still pulls your hair. The sound of your throat against his dick is echoing inside the closet, while his breathing makes the air become stuffy. Your mouth sucks him so perfectly, your throat tightens around him.

"I'm not gonna las- Fuck-" He sttuters when you hollow your cheeks and suck him hard, the loud gasp coming off his mouth makes you feel so horny you almost give up on this.

The way you concentrate on your movements, always switching so it doesn't give you cheek cramps, makes him want to thrust against your mouth. But he knows his limits and he doesn't want you to choke on him either.

He watches with bliss on his eyes the way your head bobs towards him and it makes him dizzy at your sight. You look at him with lust and awe, savoring his salty liquid, feeling how his fat cock stretches your mouth so it can fit in.

Your hand falls from his balls to his hairy and thick thighs, digging your nails into his skin, listening to every moan he spills against the thin air.

"I'mgonnacum" He slurs and you feel his hips shuddering as he finally reaches his peak, washing over your throat. You swallow him entirely, his warm cum suddenly makes you feel too blissed from the moment.

Steve can barely breathe, you watch him almost gasp for air. His chest is heavily panting and sweating, just like his flushed face.

You noticed how messy his hair is. After swallowing it all, you give him a quick peck on his sensitive tip and he pulls back from the sensation.

He helps you get up from your knees, still staring at you amused. You quickly clean the corner of your mouth, licking the same spot. "God, you are fascinating".

When he leans forward to give you another kiss, not giving a shit you taste like him, the door finally opens and Robin stares at both of you in shock.

"What the fuck happened here?".

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nicksolemnlyswears · 3 months

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You write Coryo sooo well. We saw Coryo with an innocent reader, but what would happen if the reader is as wicked as he is and they fight for control?

summary: coriolanus finds his match

pairing: young! coriolanus snow x capitol! scientist! reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: 18+, smut, cursing, breast play (some slapping too), overstimulation (f and m receiving)(mostly coryo really), very little dacryphilia, p in v, unprotected sex (please don't do it like them), perv! coriolanus always, slight cum play, pain kink aka masochism also i think some sadism too, is that all? i think so, oh no wait, physical violence and borderline dub non-con. basically it’s angry sex

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long! most of it was written a when the request was sent but i've just managed to come back and finish it. hope something like this was what you had in mind. i'll be working on the mentor pt. 2 this next week!

requests open ✨

You and Coriolanus are extremely competitive. It both scares and annoys the rest of the laboratory.

You and Snow share many similarities. Both need to be successful and get the things you want no matter the cost.

Being a year older than Snow, you were already working under Dr. Gaul at the university. Learning about his cheating ways made you lose any respect you could’ve had for him.

More so, you did not appreciate being pushed to the side as Dr. Gaul raved on and on about her new star pupil. The one that changed the game.

Whenever he walked into the room your face would fall into a scowl. You avoid him like the plague whenever Gaul doesn’t assign you to work with him.

The other student's whispers reached his ears about how your cold aura is because of him and his excellence. About how you think he’s better than you. Coriolanus took it in stride, he loved that he had that effect on people.

Being the top two students you're forced to work together constantly, which leads to learning about each other's ambition and story. Still, you don't hesitate to screw each other over to get the upper hand.

It’s the very own hunger games right in Dr. Gaul's lab and she knows it. She takes any opportunity to pin you against Coriolanus and get the best scientific outcomes. Gaul manipulates the situation, lying about what Coriolanus thinks about you and vice versa.

Dr. Gaul thrives from the tension that resides in the lab when you and Coriolanus are forced to work together. While you and Coriolanus break your backs and spirits she sits back to watch and see how far your minds will soar.

So much anger can only lead to two scenarios: violence or sex. Well... three if you mix violence and sex.

You want to get rid of Snow but Snow wants you by his side. You can't be a threat if he holds you close and predicts each one of your movements in his game of chess. He wonders what it would be like to have someone who would kill for him.

Coriolanus makes it one of his goals to seduce you and make you submit to him. He wants to make you another weapon in his arsenal. One that will kill for him when prompted to.

One late night, you work from his apartment, brainstorming ideas for the next Hunger Games. Usually, you would do this from the lab, but after one of the experiments escaped, the lab had to be fumigated and cleaned.

You pace the living room to calm your anger. You're pissed off at the blonde man that sits on the sofa. His legs spread wide as his head leans back on the backrest.

For hours, all he's done is undermine you and shoot down all your ideas, calling them stupid and unnecessary. Tempting you to wrap your hands around his pale neck. To feel his adam’s apple bob under your strangulating touch.

He knows you're angry. It's exactly what he wanted. If he pushes your buttons long enough you'll lose your resolve and it'll be his moment to strike.

"You're joking, right? We bring your idea to Dr. Gaul and she'll laugh in our face. I didn't take you for a clown," Coriolanus taunts, standing from his couch to stretch his stiff muscles.

Whipping around you stalk towards his tall figure, pushing his chest angrily. Coriolanus pushes his tongue agains the inside of his cheek to control his temper.

It's a stupid thing that wouldn't get arise out of you any other day, but you've had enough of Coriolanus inability to listen and accept that other's ideas are better than his. "You're such a piece of shit, Snow. Clearly you don't fucking need me since your ideas are so brilliant. Fucking insufferable know it-" you exclaim, continuing to push him back.

Coriolanus strikes like a scorpion would, fast and precise. His peacekeeper training kicks in as he takes hold of your wrists in one hand while the other comes up behind your neck. His lips smash against yours roughly, forcing you into a heated kiss.

You're frozen in your spot, arms going limp from shock. You don't have time to process Coriolanus actions as he pulls away from you. He waits for your reaction tentatively. This will either go terribly wrong or brilliantly well.

You stare at him with burning cheeks, anger seeping into your bones. How dare he kiss you when you're trying to make a point. Your anger is not something to take lightly.

Ripping your hands away from his loose hold, you bring one up to slap against his cheek.

Smack!

The silence is deafening. Coriolanus now sports a cheek as red as yours. Your chest heaves in anger, eyebrows furrowed and calculating eyes.

He holds his stinging cheek with his hand as his face morphs back into anger. Coriolanus never expected his goal to be easy, but he won't bury his enraged feelings for you.

His mouth opens to shout at you to leave yet you surprise him, pulling him by his shirt to deposit a kiss on his lips. Reacting quickly he grabs your hips, so you're flush against him.

It's your choice to kiss him not his. You'll be damned the day you take Coriolanus' lead.

Coriolanus' body is burning hot. Flames of anger and frustration licking at him the more deeply you kiss him. You try pushing your wet tongue into his mouth but are met with resistance, biting his lower lip harshly lets you slip it in but not without effort as his tongue wrestles yours for dominance.

Things continue to escalate quickly as Coriolanus pushes you down the hallway to his bedroom. It's not a question whether this is happening or not. You've held back too long to stop now.

Wandering hands touch any body part they can reach. His fingers tangle in your hair, hand finding your front to squeeze at your tits. You moan into his mouth, giving him the pleasure to lick at your mouth.

Coriolanus slams you against his bedroom door when it closes, letting some steam off. You frustrate him like no one ever has, he's resorted to imagining you in lewd and degrading situations before he does something he regrets.

In that same vein, you rip open his shirt. The buttons fly everywhere, annoying Coriolanus even if he now owns more shirts that he needs. Your nails drag down his chest, causing thin red lines to decorate his pale chest. The palm of your hand presses on the tent of his slacks, feeling how hard he's become for you.

You chuckle into the kiss in a teasing manner. Typical man aroused by the smallest bit of attention. Coriolanus shuts you up, grabbing your ass and pressing you into his erection.

Anger mixes with arousal as you and Coriolanus bully each other to submit. It's not sweet and delicate. It's animalistic and boderline painful.

The kiss is sloppy, a mix of teeth and tongue as Coriolanus sits on his bed and you climb over him, straddling his lap. It's rushed, giving the illusion you're afraid of being caught fucking the person you hate most.

There is no time to get naked. With his shirt ripped open, he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his neatly ironed pants. You barely lift your skirt, pushing your panties to the side.

His neck tilts back as you leave bruises behind, teasing his pulse point with your tongue. With a tight grip on the outside of your thigh Coriolanus get his cock wet with the juices that drip from your cunt. You'd just made fun of him for being aroused when you're in the same condition if not worse.

Your hips stutter at the sensation of the blunt head of his cock, prodding your entrance. He wants you to say it, 'Fuck me, Coryo.' You'd rather be dead first.

You force yourself down Coriolanus cock instead to stop the teasing. “Ahh,” you moan in unison. Stilling for the first time since he kissed you.

He feels your breath hitch on his neck when you take the last inch of him. Such a slut taking all of him in one go.

“Coriolanus,” you groan as he forces you to bounce on top of him. You hate to admit how long and thick he is. It makes your eyes roll to the back of your head each time it drags on your walls.

You hold onto dear life. Arms around his shoulders and head nestled on his neck. Coriolanus' fists your skirt, guiding your movements on his cock.

“It’s Coryo,” he groans. Hearing you say his nickname will be the biggest form of submission. It means you've given yourself to him.

“Coriolanus,” you repeat intentionally, pulling away from his neck to look into his angry eyes. With your fingers on the side of his neck and your thumb tilting his head up you force him to look at you head on.

“Insufferable girl. Must you always fight me on everything,” he seethes, grasping your hips to slam down on his. You make his blood boil.

You wince when the rounded head of his cock hits your cervix, red fingernails digging onto his shoulder. “Yes, I’ve been working too hard to let you get away with everything.”

Coriolanus is determined to set the pace, pushing into you and using your hips as a handle to pull you up and down. You're bound to have bruises in the morning.

It's uncomfortable the way your skin becomes clammy with exertion. Leaves you no choice but to unbutton your white school shirt, giving Coriolanus a glimpse of your lace bra that leaves nothing to the imagination.

Your nipples poke through the sheer material, teasing Coriolanus as they beg to be set free. They temp him with every rise and fall of your chest, a sheen of sweat decorating your skin like glitter.

It drives him nuts to know you're wearing the provocative garment under your shirt everyday in the lab. Hidden from him like treasure. Were you hoping he'd see you like this or do you like fucking around with any other student in the lab?

His thoughts anger him further, ducking his head he catches your nipple through the flimsy material. His teeth nip at your stiff peak, earning a seductive whine from you as his hold slips due to the slippery material.

Unconsciously you give in to the instruction of the blonde man, bouncing your hips to his rhythm. Too busy relishing on the pleasurable pain on your chest.

He leaves wet kisses on the swells of your breast, sucking bruises into them. If you were to be fucking any other man they'd know he was here.

His licking up your neck make you clench around him. His hips stutter and you grin, repeating the motion repeatedly. You have to make him cum first to prove he is a disappointment. Like all your other loser boyfriends that never made you cum.

He spanks the globe of your ass harshly, making you jump from the sting and suppress a whine. He's catching onto what you're doing and he's going to prove you wrong.

Biting the spot between your neck and shoulder, he increases the pace he's set. He's confident his self control is better than yours and he's going to make you cum around his cock.

“If you were smart enough we could help each other,” Coriolanus speaks between groans. One of his hands splayed on your back coming up to undo the clasp of your bra.

“I’m smart enough to know you’ll take over completely and I don’t share,” you pant with hooded eyes, letting the flimsy undergarment fall off your arms as you wrap your arms around his neck.

With your tits bouncing freely in front of his face he takes one into his mouth. Sucking the plump flesh and teasing your nipple with his tongue.

You pull him further towards you, your hand on the back of his blonde head, grinding down on his cock. Fuck, he's making you see starts, you can't remember a time you've been fucked this good.

With your head tilted back, moans slip past your lips, letting Coriolanus know you're losing yourself. Taking the opportunity, he flips you over and slams you on the bed. With your legs spread around him he can take a good long look at your cunt.

You're a mess. Wrinkly skirt, flipped up onto your stomach, cunt flushed and smeared with a cream he wants to taste. Your panties pushed to the side but soaked with your arousal.

He pinches your cunt with two fingers, seeing your lips press on your swollen clit and creamy white slick drip down your slit. A cynical grin on his lips.

"Never seen a real pussy before, Coriolanus?" you taunt, meeting his gaze.

"Next time it'll be your mouth I'm fucking. See if that will keep you quiet," he threatens, pushing his cock back into your weeping cunt. He bottoms out in one swift movement, a breathy moan in the back of his throat.

"Oh my god," you cry out, fisting the sheets. Without the burning of your thighs you can fully concentrate on the way his cock abuses your hole. You're done for.

"Not god, just me," Coriolanus mocks, thumbing your clit.

You close your eyes, memorizing how he drags slowly out of you before snapping his hips back into you. His hand on your waist, preventing you from sliding up on the bed with each one of his bruising thrusts.

Coriolanus is awfully quiet as he admires the creamy white ring that forms at the base of his cock each time he pushes into your puffy cunt.

If only your mouth was as sweet. He's determined on getting your lips and warm tongue around his cock. Once he makes sure you won't bite.

Not one to make things easy for him you repeat his name over and over again. "Coriolanus, Coriolanus, Coriolanus." Your taunting spurs him on, gives him an end goal as he fucks wildly into you.

The sound of skin slapping and your wet pussy squelching are deafeningly loud. For extra measure, Coriolanus paws your tits, the fatty flesh bulging between his fingers. Letting go he delivers a swift slap to the skin. Red flares up and your pretty cunt squeezes him until he can barely move.

You've gone quiet, face morphed into one of pure pleasure. You're as sadistic as he is. Pain gets you off. He should've known. Great minds think alike.

“Now you're quiet. Huh? I would've done this a lot earlier had I known my cock was the answer," he huffs, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

His pace is relentless, bullying the spongy spot inside of you. You're not sure how much more of this you can take. With each thrust his pelvis slams against your clit. His thumb inadvertently rubs circles on your hip.

“You’re just a perv that needs his dick wet,” you barely manage to say between moans. Your hands have released the tight hold on the sheets, coming up to hold Coriolanus' sides.

“And you’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?” His gravely voice asks in your ear, licking the shell of your ear.

Your silence produces a dark chuckle. You know you're going to cum any time now, staying silent is not an option. “Only when it’s convenient for me,” you lilt. You keep challenging him, pushing your luck.

Coriolanus meets your fucked out gaze. His blonde hair falls and sticks to his forehead in a way that makes you hate him even more. If he was unattractive it would be so much easier.

Sneaking his hand between your sweaty bodies he thumbs your sensitive clit. “Co-Corio-” You can't pronounce his stupidly long name as he furiously abuses your clit and bullies your walls.

“That’s more like it,” he grins maliciously.

Your peak approaches with an intensity you can't handle. Coriolanus overstimulates you as your cunt clenches around him, forcing his cock to remain still inside of you. Your whole body shakes with each wave, your legs trapping him on top of you as he takes in the throes of your orgasm.

Your eyes scrunch close and your mouth opens in a silent plead. Coriolanus is hyperaware of the tear that slides down from your wet eyelashes. He cleans it off with his thumb, tasting it as his tongue wraps around the pad of his finger.

Sweet taste of victory.

Slipping his cock out of your pulsing walls Coriolanus drops on the bed beside you, catching his breath. His cock is achingly hard, covered in your slick cum. The tip flushed red and leaking pre. He had his victory doesn't matter if he got to cum or not.

You're no quitter though. You might not be able to walk tomorrow but you have to prove a point. You're not getting pushed around by the man that is Coriolanus Snow.

Ignoring the post orgasmic twitching of your cunt you straddle Coriolanus, pushing his chest down when he tries to sit up.

"What're you doing?" He asks alarmed, holding your waist to stabilize you from your shaky legs.

"You didn't get to cum, Coriolanus," you shrug cheekily, grabbing his aching cock and lining it up with your entrance. You suck in a breath as you slide down it's length one more time.

"Fuck," he curses, throwing his head back on the mattress. This isn't an act of service. This is torture.

Your fluttering walls milk him for all that he is worth. Your hips grind down on him, his pelvic bone and thighs getting soaked. The slick noise coming from your pussy and his cock is obscene. Erotic in its own right.

He tries pushing away but you put your weight down onto his hands, giving the illusion you've immobilized him. Coriolanus could've escaped any moment, but the ache in his balls stopped him. He's thinking with his dick.

His heavy balls are tightening despite how much he's holding back and thinking of anything other than the woman on top of him. His body tells him to give in and to fill you up with his cum, like it's supposed to be.

“Gonna cum, Coriolanus?” You ask, scratching down his taut abdomen. “Who’s quiet now?” You chuckle, throwing your head back as you ride him.

The only control he has in his possession resides in closing his eyes to shut out the pornographic view of you on top of him. Tits bouncing, pussy sucking him up, pretty face with a mean smirk.

Knowing all he needs is a push you lean down to give him a couple of encouraging words, "You feels so good, Coryo."

You swear you feel his cock twitch inside of you. Grabbing his hand you bring it up to your chest, placing it on your breast. "So big and thick. I've never had anyone this big stretching me out. I want your cum in me, Coryo. You won. You deserve it."

A gravely moan rises from his throat, thrusting into you he shoots his cum deep into your cunt. His blue eyes open and all they find is your wicked grin.

"Fuck, wait," he pleads when you continue to grind on his dick, keeping his cum in you, forcing it deeper inside.

After the torture you put him through, his cock head is too sensitive, almost painful. You're determined to get another orgasm out of him though.

“Want me to stop?” You ask in faux concern, continuously gyrating your hips, causing more friction against your walls and his tip. “Just ask.”

Coriolanus glares at you. You're getting off from his pain. If look could kill you'd be 6ft underground by now. All of your encouraging words from before a lie to get him like this. He might've won the battle, but you'll win the war.

His jaw is tense as he hold back whines, shuddering when you clench around him. Teasingly you slide up his shaft until the tip in the only part inside before you push back down.

Coriolanus' grip on you is bruisingly tight but not enough for you to stop using him as your toy. Your orgasm builds the more he holds onto you. He spanks the outside of your thighs, but this isn't a game. Three taps will not get you out.

Leaning into him you press your lips against his. Burying his hands on you hair he kisses you back harshly, holding you to him and biting your lip when you try to pull away.

The sting of his teeth digging onto your lip and the taste of your blood throws you over the edge. "Fuck," you squeal against his lips as the waves crash against you.

The whine of your name that comes out of Coriolanus' lips is something you want to remember forever. The clenching and unclenching of your orgasm triggers him to bust, your pussy essentially milking him of every drop of cum as he paints your walls white.

Lightly but firmly he pushes you off of him afraid you'll pull another stunt like that. You fall of the bed beside him, his cum trickling out of your pink center down onto the sheets. You push it out of you, enjoying the sensation of it trickling down your entrance.

For a moment you're clearheaded and don't hate Coriolanus. The raging dumspter fire in your chest extinguished, leaving smoke and weak flickers of fire behind that can be reignited at any given moment.

“We can add your suggestion to the presentation. Putting trackers on them is a good idea,” Coriolanus mutters next to you, looking strictly at the ceiling.

You giggle and shake your head, “And all it took was to fuck you. You're like all other men aren't you?" Your words are accusatory but your tone says otherwise and Coriolanus allows himself to crack a smile.

“Is it so difficult for you to say thank you?" He asks turning his head to look at you.

"To you? A little," you say scrunching your nose and laughing once more.

Coriolanus enjoys your laugh but loves your drive and determination even more.

A toxic relationship sprouts from this moment. You’re tools to help each other succeed in your endeavors. Love takes a while to develop but once it does no one can tear you apart…except for each other.

“You two are getting along today,” Dr. Gaul hums as she walks along the lab. She's missed any argument and jeer that might materialize between you and Coriolanus.

You take the lead to respond to her observation, “We’ve come to an understanding. Coryo-Coriolanus and I. All this bickering can’t be good for the work environment. It's highly unprofessional."

Coriolanus' lips quirk into a half smile as his nickname escapes from your lips. Progress is being made.

Dr. Gaul is blissfully unaware that just five minutes ago you were in the bathroom, getting your ass spanked bright red by Coriolanus because you wouldn't listen to him. After, he fucked you over the sink with a hand clasped over your mouth to keep your smartass comments from coming out.

"Hm," is all Dr. Gaul says, hoping this new arrangement doesn't take away from your performances.

You shift uncomfortably in your station, focusing back on the screen but unable to ignore Coriolanus' seed pooling in your panties.

*peaks head around corner* heeeyyy hey, sorry i disappeared for a while. i had a very interesting december and january has been just as busy

*nervous glance* what did you think of this pairing? very different from the other more innocent reader. i quite like her she's feisty. i'm sorry to the person who requested this if its not what you expected. did you want more plot? i can do that too if you want.

well, bye *waves*

the mentor pt 2 coming soon^^

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 6 months

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Losing Hand

William Tell x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 8: Cockwarming

Summary: William tries to teach you to appreciate poker.

Warnings: cockwarming, p in v sex, cream pie, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1052

You shift a little on William’s lap.

The deep press of his long, thick cock inside you is distracting you more than you want to let on. Not that William can’t tell. Even if he couldn’t feel every time you clench around him he’d be able to read you like a well-worn paperback.

He doesn’t say anything though.

Just lets you move and readjust. You notice the slight hitch in his breathing, the small bob of his throat. But they are minute. Hardly reactions at all.

You sigh and look at your cards, trying to remember what William has been teaching you about poker. The worst card game in your opinion. And by worst you meant boring. TV and films always made it seem like it was full of royal flushes and straights, but really it was two of a kind. If you were lucky.

“It’s all about playing the other players, not about the game.” He had said, with a small smile. Though he had at least agreed that poker wasn’t his preferred way to gamble.

“I’d rather play an interesting game.” You’d grumbled.

You had known you’d been in trouble the second the words left your mouth and a wicked gleam flickered on in William’s eyes.

“Oh,” he smiled widely. “I’m sure we can make it interesting.”

Which is how you found yourself here. Your chest pressed against his, resting your chin on his shoulder, your thighs either side of his.

You hold your cards behind his back, so only you can see. William does the same with his own.

The position makes dealing a little difficult, but William’s promised that he’ll play fair and won’t look at what you’re dealt as he passes them over his shoulder to you. And you know that for William, a promise is a promise.

After around ten minutes you noticed he loosened the top few buttons of his shirt. He was completely dressed, having just undone his fly. While you’d opted to take off your trousers and underwear.

The cards you had were shit. Unhelpful in practically any card game you could think of. You sighed as you stared at them, trying to decide on what you wanted to do.

You shift again, stretching your left leg.

“Comfortable?” William growls in your ear, his voice low and dark. You feel his dick twitch inside of you.

Somehow you manage to suppress a giggle and nod. “Yeah, you?”

He grumbles something unintelligible.

You pause for a moment, the realisation suddenly dawning that perhaps your current position was more frustrating to William than it was to you. Mr Oh So Calm and Collected.

Sure, you were split open and knew that your slick was running down his balls and soaking into his trousers. But, at least you were able to keep some level of control.

You pause and wiggle ever so slightly, not enough for him to really call you out on it.

But he groans. A small, low sound that you wouldn’t have caught if you hadn’t been listening for it.

You stop moving. Leave it for a second before you start up again. This time you contract your walls, clamping down on him and-

“Fuck.” He hisses, grabbing hold of your hips and burying his face into your neck.

“William, what are you doing?” You tease. “We’re playing poker?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” He mutters into your skin. His fingers press firmly against you, bedding the cards in his hand.

“I don’t know what you mean?” You said innocently as you clench around him again.

He lets out a small moan, his heartbeat thundering in his chest. He mouths at your neck, scraping his teeth over your skin before he bites down softly.

You let out a small gasp of surprise, your walls fluttering around him again.

And William loses it. He stares up at you through his long lashes and rocks you back and forth, his hands bruising on your hips.

Pleasure flares up your spine as he finally moves. That deep ache that had been festering even since you both started the stupid game explodes into full on need as the tip of his cock brushes against that wonderful spot inside.

You bite your lip, trying to swallow your moans as you grip hold of his shoulders and move with him. Taking over the angle and tempo so that your clit grinds against him deliciously.

He buries his head into your chest, mouthing at your breast through the material of your top. You let him for a moment, let him hide his face as he nears his peak. He’s too on edge to hold himself back for long.

Gently, but with a force you know he needs, you slide your hand under his jaw and push his chin back until he’s looking up at you, his neck taut and exposed.

His brows furrowed together as he tries to fend off his impending orgasm. Quickly, he lets go of your hip with his right hand and presses his thumb between your bodies, adding extra pressure on your clit. He doesn’t circle it but pinches it lightly with an alternating force that makes you gasp and squirm on his lap as he looks up at you with drunken lust.

“Fuck, come on baby, please,” he murmurs between grunted breaths, “please, need to feel you squeeze my cock, need to feel you cum on me.”

You grind down on him, desperately chasing your high as he kisses you messily, groaning out fragments of sentences between breaths. “So wet for me, need you so bad, need you to-”

You whine into his mouth as your orgasm crests, pleasure rushing over you as he hits impossibly deep. Pressing into the very heart of you.

William groans a fraction of a second later, his dick throbbing as you clamp down on him. He spills deep inside, his hips rutting to fuck his spend further.

He holds you tightly as you both breathe heavily, sweat cooling on your bodies. He kisses your shoulder, nuzzling into you as you rest against him.

“I quite like poker actually, if all games end like that.” You mumble sleepily.

William chuckles and presses a soft kiss to your lips. “All our poker games can end this way if you’d like.”

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spngi · 4 months

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without all that attitude - au!lando norris x reader

summary: in which Lando is a street racer and in addition to mutual hatred, there is sexual tension between you

warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, sexual tension, oral (f!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), enemies to lovers maybe?, protected sex, bad english grammar (sorry for that).

One thing they don't tell you about having to share your best friend is that the chance of his other friend being a jerk is 50/50. I've known Max since kindergarten and I can't imagine a time without our friendship. Max met Lando a little later and formed an unimaginable bond with him. Although we had a few moments of peace between us, it never lasted long, Lando is a complete idiot with a huge ego. The problem was that the guy knew what fun meant and you couldn't escape a good party without him around, without letting slip the fact that he was a total hottie. That's why I was watching illegal races while music was playing everywhere and lots of alcohol was consumed.

I was watching lando running while drinking a few beers with max as norris eventually and with great emotion wins the race. He gets out of the car and is engulfed by the female population that is present on the street, he is flirting with the girls who congratulate him, Max leads the way towards him to congratulate him with a handshake and I decide to follow in his wake.

Thank you... I guess - Lando replied, looking a little uncomfortable at first, then smiled at me again - Then why are you here? - He asks, seeing Max walking away again.

I came to watch the race and have some fun.

He smiles as he approaches

What do you mean by having fun? With me or someone else?- he said while putting a wicked smile on his face

I still don't know - I take a sip of the beer in my hands and offer it to him

Oh really..? - he asked while looking at me then takes the bottle from my hand and takes a sip.

How about some company in my house? - he said, I thought the offer was strange but I'm on his game.

And there is also the incredible sexual tension between us that can appear at any moment, that was another game for us, we both knew this sexual energy between us, we played with it but never, ever did anything beyond that. Until today.

It looks really good - I smile.

He smiles, I see his eyes roaming my body and lingering for as long as necessary.

Do you want to go now? - he asks

Don't you have another race to win? - I asked, touching his chest and biting my lips

He laughs and smiles, looks at my mouth and licks his lips.

I have some time to spare.. - he smiles and gives me a playful smile - So you want to come to my house? - His smile widens as he says this.

Well...- I think and take a step next to him. -What do I gain from this?-

He smiles, knowing that everything involving the two of us is a game.

You can spend time with me, and if you want something more, I'm sure we can figure it out - he smiles and then gives me a wink, I let out a light laugh and look at him

and my precious time?

Well, how about we make your precious time as pleasant as possible? - He smiles and looks at me, then gives me a smile as he looks into my eyes and touches my waist with his free hand.

It looks good - I look at his mouth, he smiles again and with a free hand he strokes the skin between my chin and neck.

So come on, let's have a lot of fun...- He then took my hand and started walking towards his expensive sports car in the distance, I realize that maybe we are both taking this all too quickly for fear of regretting it too soon.

Drive like it's the ride of my life - I said in his ear, trying to tease him, his hand sliding from my waist to my ass.

Oh, I'll make sure of that - He smiled and put his arm around my waist, then he opened the door for me, put his hand on the gear lever while slowly stepping on the gas pedal and drives away.

I follow the path as Lando runs through the streets of London at breakneck speed. When we enter the quieter, traffic-free streets, I feel his hand resting on my thighs and I smile at the gesture, this whole experience is intoxicating and I can't help but crave Lando's touch more and more.

Do you like what you see? - he asks when he notices my gaze on him, his grip on the steering wheel and how well he concentrates on driving.

you do not know how much.

He smiles at me before he starts driving fast again and takes us to his house.

Welcome to my house, you will like it here- he said looking at me and giving a smile

Are we alone here?- He laughs and whispers in my ears

Yes, the whole house to yourself, angel - he says it arrogantly and I can't help but roll my eyes at the nickname.

He takes a step towards me, sure of himself and brings me to his body, his lips play with the proximity of mine. He laughs at the way it caught me off guard and how my breath hitched and he kissed me passionately and then grabbed my waist. I pull his hair and kiss him more.

What do you think about us going in? - He asks me and grabs me by the waist, and brings me into the house.

So what are you going to show me, Lando?

Well, we can go to the room...- he replied.

I like where things are going - I murmur to him, I follow his lead up the stairs and down the hall to his room. I pay close attention to details, even in the years I've known him I've never come here to his room, to his territory. I feel your body behind me, your breath on my neck and your hands holding my waist. I turn in his grip and pull him into a kiss, a hot, sloppy kiss, our hands making their way to each other's bodies and feeling every inch of each other's covered skin.

He looks at me with burning eyes and smiles, picks me up and throws me on his bed.

He smiles and leans into me, then whispers in my ears.

I think I'll make you feel very satisfied for as long as you want- he said

I will like this

Well... I'm looking forward to it - He said before taking off his shirt and lying down next to me on the bed and smiling while placing his hands on my hips. He looked at me with a smile on his face.

You look beautiful like this - He said after taking off my blouse.

like this ? - I ask as I sit on his lap.

without all that attitude, letting me really see you.

I blink in shock

I still can't say the same, you're still all arrogant - I tease him, kisses being spread across his jaw and neck.

He holds my face and kisses me again, it's desperate and rough, hands traveling down my body, he hugs me tightly before placing me on the bed and starting to kiss my neck leaving me with goose bumps under his touch.

Is this good?- He whispers in my ear, hands pinching one of my still clothed nipples.

I moan a yes to him and he smiles, kisses my neck some more and then leans into me again, whispering in my ear.

Do you like it when I do this to you...- He smiles

Yes- I said breathlessly, my hands touched his six-pack, It must have been a sin to give such a perfect body to an idiot like Lando, or give the two of us so much sexual chemistry.

Is there anything else you want me to do for you?

Anything you want, Lando... just keep going - I give up control of the situation, needing your touch and wanting more

He smiles and looks at me

Are you sure about this?- He asks as he starts kissing my sensitive skin between my ear and neck while stroking my hair with his hand softly and slowly

Yes

He smiled and cupped my face then kissed me passionately and then slowly began to move down to my neck and whisper again.

His hand takes off my skirt, and I watch him looking at my lingerie set.

Well, this is a work of art...- He said in a naughty and teasing voice, then he started kissing my neck again while his other hand started to slowly go down. I run my nails down his back and hear him murmur softly

Ohh you like doing this, don't you?...- He says with his voice sounding a little heavy, his hands playing with my panties.

Uhun- I murmur and bring his mouth for a kiss

He kissed me back passionately and put his hand behind my head to hold me down as he slowly began to touch me more.

I moan his name

Oh so that's good, isn't it?- He said with a smile and then started kissing my belly

So...so good, please don't stop

You make everything even better... when you beg for me.- He whispers in my ear and I grab his hair pulling his curls.

He moans softly in my ear and I can feel like my body is on fire even with so little contact.

Well, since I'm so good, are you really ready for what I'm going to do to you?- He asks me with a tease in his voice.

I'm ready for you - he stands still, watching. Loving how vulnerable I am to him.

I looked into his eyes and said yes again, he began to slowly move down as he kissed my body passionately.

He takes his time, kissing my bra, cupping my breasts,downloading your kisses on my belly, each side of my thighs.

He looks at the white lace of my bra, licks his lips and then rubs his hand in a caress. He looks at me, smiles when he sees me out of breath and leaves a kiss between my breasts, his hands look for the clasp of my bra, he quickly takes it off me and throws it across the room.

You're so beautiful...- He said before starting to kiss and play with my nipples, my back arching in response, my nails dragging across his back.

I feel his hard cock inside his jeans and I can't help but moan as I try to undo the button on his pants.

So anxious, aren't you?..- He said in an evil tone and then he whispers again - That just makes it even more fun...

Lando - I moan, he goes down further and kisses my lace panties - I want you.

He pulls the elastic of my panties and smiles at my reaction, every second more makes me ache for him and I can feel my excitement wetting the panties, Lando pulls the fabric delicately, playing even more with my impatience. He kneels in front of me, eyes on my body as if I were his prey, his hand passes through my legs, goes up to my thighs and then pushes them apart, he plays with my sensitivity just to see me twisting for him.

Norris - I say irritated, sitting in front of him and sitting on his lap - He smiles and lets me do it while he lies down on the bed and watches me

Do your best, darling...- He winks and gives a mischievous smile.

I kiss his neck, my nails on his broad shoulders, my naked body on top of his teasingly as I grind against him, his hands hold my waist.

Ohhhh... This is so good...- he said while hugging me tightly to his body.

I kiss his chest and abdomen, working my way down his body, taking my chance to provokes him too, I continue my way to his jeans and I hear him sigh

Continue, angel - He said with a smile and winked.

I open his jeans and help him take them off, he is left with just his black boxers on the bed, a perfect view, his hard cock marking his underwear and wanting to come out.

I smile at the sight of him and kiss him on the lips, my body rubbing over his, a sloppy and urgent kiss.

I like what I'm seeing...- He said in an evil and playful tone, seeing me all naked on his lap

Do you like it? - I get up from the bed and let him see my naked body, he continues lying down and smiles at the scene.

Hmm what do you think, do you think I like it?- he laughed,hand stroking himself over his boxers, he leans over and brings me close, whispering in my ear

I love seeing you like this...

I push him onto the bed and laugh, high on excitement for him. He smiles and sits still as I push him.

Well, you just love being naughty, don't you...?- He asks with an evil smile, then he puts both hands on my back and grabs my waist

I guess that's a good thing- he winks and gives a mischievous smile in return

I run my hands through his hair as I feel his hands on my body, the right one stopping over my clitoris and applying light pressure that makes me moan and let my head fall.

You're a mischievous little thing, aren't you?- He said

He pulls me to sit again on his lap, sitting on his erection, his hands hold me tight, preventing me from rubbing against him.

You're so wet, angel- He says, one of his hands on my pussy, massaging my clitoris and feeling my wetness.

I love how you're getting all excited. You know I'm excited too - he murmurs in my ear, my head on his shoulder

Let's get this over with - I beg him, hands in his underwear wanting to take them off

He smiles mischievously

Oh, you're in such a hurry... - He laughs as he gives you a perverted smile

My body is getting hot from his touch. He continues to stimulate my clitoris at a slow pace, making me more and more in need of his touch.

You seem to be enjoying it, don't you? - He laughs.

stop talking, lando… - I murmur, without patience.

I search for their lips and kiss them, their hands squeeze my waist tightly and throw me on the bed again. He looks at me and then lowers his body until he is facing my pussy, he licks his lips and then gets closer, licks a long stripe and then starts alternating between licking and sucking, leaving me crazy and panting on the bed.

My fingers get tangled in his hair and pull at the curly strands, making him moan and bury his face deeper into me. I can't help but call out his name, my head is clouded with the feeling of his tongue on me, further tightening the knot in my stomach, his hands squeezing my hips.

so sweet, angel

Lando - I call your name in agony, hips lifting begging for more

Lando holds my hips with his hands, keeping me on the bed, his tongue continues to tease me.

Come on, angel. Come to me! - he demands, and then everything is too much, his hands on my body, his tongue and his smell.

My mind is in a fog as I come in your mouth, my head is on the pillow all the sensations being too much. I feel lando’s body Totally on top of mine, messy curls, dilated pupils, he smiles and licks his lips.

You can't imagine how beautiful the sight of you is, angel... I imagine how much better it will look after I fuck you... - he whispers, hand brushing my hair out of my face and admiring the mess I am.

Please... - I ask him, my body clinging closer to him, wanting more contact.

He laughs at my state, begging for it, but doesn't tease me anymore. I see him getting out of bed to take off his underwear and my eyes are filled with lust. The perfect muscles, the curve of the abdomen that leads to the waist, toned thighs and the hard cock free from his boxers. He watches me in bed and caresses himself, fingers wrapped around his girth and seeing this makes me twist more in agony on the bed.

I'm coming, angel… patience. - he laughs at my state, the king of self-control, takes a condom and returns to me.

I move my legs together anxiously, watching as Lando slowly opens the condom wrapper and puts it on before coming to my feet on the bed.

what? - I ask when I see his eyes watching me for a while

I'm thinking... it would be a beautiful view to have you on all fours but I would miss that pretty face when you come... - Norris responds, his hands open my legs and pull me closer to him.

He teases my entrance with his fingers and laughs when he sees me sigh at his light touch, I'm eager and hot and I could beg for him all night, even if the next morning I'd be embarrassed enough.

Norris - I huff my frustration, he likes to play with time.

Finally at some point he gets tired of teasing and connects our bodies with a sudden movement.

Look into my eyes, Y/n. - he growled, intensifying the movement inside me. I couldn't say anything other than the uncontrollable sounds coming from my throat. - Is that what you wanted? That I was inside you, going hard against your tight pussy, love?

None of my sentences could seem coherent, my thoughts begged him to go deeper. And, holy shit, he did it deliciously, sitting on his ankles pulling me closer to him, keeping my back arched and my body free for him to continue exploring. It was a mix of sensations, my body was at its limit and the dirty words that Lando kept muttering only took me closer to the end.

I pull his body closer to me, head buried in his neck, his scent intoxicating me, ankles on his back, thrusts increasingly erratic.

so good baby, taking my dick so good… you're almost coming, aren't you?

I shudder at his praise, and he kisses my jaw, the column of my neck, sucking on a particularly sensitive part of the skin until it turns into a mouth-shaped bruise, my nails raking his back - both a protest and an encouragement. with every invasive thrust of him inside me. No words are needed, but the two of us get loud as fuck, grunting with every push and pull of your bodies slamming together.

lando - I call him

such a good girl for me, I want to see you cum, all beautiful and messy on my dick, angel

The orgasm takes over me soon after, like a supernatural force, traveling through my body with such intensity that I close my eyes and completely surrender to the tremors. Lando can't contain himself either, and I can feel the last thrusts he makes before he cums, sinking his teeth into that part of my neck where he left a hickey, making me hiss with the intensity.

Lando leaves as soon as he catches his breath and I can't help but mentally slap myself because I miss the weight of his body on mine, I see him entering a door that I assume is the bathroom, my body is still limp, lost in the post-orgasm haze, He comes back to the room with a damp towel in hand, helping me clean up, he reaches for a bottle of water and makes me drink it, and it's all too much, it makes it hard to keep hating him.

you want me to go? - I ask as I get up, Lando's perfume everywhere, including me.

No - he replies - I mean if you want, but we can order something to eat, relax and maybe have a second round?

It doesn't seem like a bad idea - I raise my eyebrows and pick up his discarded t-shirt from the floor and put it on. – you are doing that

what ? - he asks, approaching me, a shit-eating smile on his face.

that thing you guys do when you see us wearing your clothes, it makes you all tingly inside

Well, I'm not tingling inside... but I can't deny that you look so fucking sexy like this - he pulls me by the waist, body pressed against mine again - I could have you again right now, angel.

This son of a bitch, making me all nervous for him, I was right in saying that tomorrow I would regret coming with him tonight, even more when my mind keeps thinking about all the other days I could accept this again.

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oscarseyebrow · 1 year

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Patience

Pairings: din djarin x female reader Rating: explicit. 18+ Word count: 3k Warnings: please read all warnings before continuing, this is straight up filth. explicit smut, unprotected p-in-v, ass play (who am i?), mention of spitting (who have i become?), dom/sub dynamics, cursing, edging, smallest mention of spanking, light reference to daddy kink. A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @the-scandalorian! i'm sorry this is a year late...but here you go! this is for you 💖 Masterlist | Taglist

The consistent, low-humming of the ship is the primary sound to fill the hull. An occasional beep accompanies it—every five seconds, to be exact—you know this because you have been counting. It’s a cycle, a predictable pattern that comes with knowing the ship well and something that your brain desperately clings to as a form of distraction.

You need something, anything, to keep your focus away from the delicious, pleasurable stretch of Din’s cock filling you and holding there, unmoving, twitching and pulsing against your walls. This is his well-earned reward for a challenge you lost, and Maker, he’s taking his sweet time revelling in the satisfaction of it.

At some point, you lose count of the five second cycles—after the first few minutes, it becomes almost impossible to keep up. Din knows exactly what he’s doing. He knows how difficult he’s making it for you to keep some sort of grasp on your composure.

Every now and again, you phase back into the beeps, you hold onto them tightly and proceed to count the seconds between them, only to be enticed right back each time Din moves a mere fraction of an amount and causes the softest mewl to pass between your parted lips at the satisfying–albeit temporary–relief.

With Din out on a hunt, there’s little in the way to keep you busy on the ship. Cleaning, reading on your datapad and showering, it’s all part of your routine to pass the time. You’re expecting him to be gone for a few hours, at least. Maybe even a day, depending on the job. So it’s a pleasant surprise to see that Din is back when you step out of the fresher.

He stands in front of the closed doors, his somewhat dishevelled appearance making a few things apparent: he has only recently arrived back, and his hunt–while being a challenging one–has been a success. He’s worked up, you see it in the way he holds himself: rigid and alert, adrenaline coursing through his veins. His head is still very much on the job while his body craves something more.

Something only you can offer him.

“Show me how you caught him,” you request, eyes daring the bounty hunter as his chest heaves in the fluorescent lights of the Crest’s hull. “Show me how you took control.”

The dominance oozes from him: it stifles the air, colours it with the primal, animalistic energy of capturing his prey.

“And if I catch you this time?” Din asks.

“If you catch me,” you begin, then take a moment to think. “You get whatever you want…daddy.”

A wicked, lustful smirk curves over your lips. You watch the way his fingers curl to fist one hand: the creaking of his glove breaks the tense silence that cloaks the space between you while he considers your offer.

Your challenge is one that Din accepts: it becomes a game of cat and mouse, and you do all you can to avoid being caught.

You dip and dodge his sudden lunge for you, narrowly avoiding his swooping arm that attempts to capture your body and scoop you against him. It earns you a grunt of frustration and his boots scrape against the floor of the Crest when he rounds on you to try again.

But you’re ready. You keep your knees slightly bent, preparing to sprint in the opposite direction to him while your eyes remain fixed on his visor.

The crackles of tension in the air is not too dissimilar to the way Din’s modulator rasps with his heavier breaths.

And then silence.

He’s prepared for his next strike.

It happens so suddenly: he fakes a step to the left, you dart in the opposite direction and run straight into his chest. No matter how much you try to wriggle free, it’s impossible. Din’s strong arms hold you firm against him, giving you no room for movement.

The bastard tricked you. The chase is over.

Within seconds, Din turns you towards the cot: he places your hands above your head in a silent order to keep them against the durasteel entrance.

The intensity and purpose of his movements causes a swell of desire and excitement to fizzle in your stomach at the thought of him claiming you. This is your favourite thing about Din returning to you in one of these moods: you know exactly what’s coming and you’re already squeezing your thighs together in anticipation.

Din’s gloved hands rip open the buttons at the chest of your shirt: the tiny round missiles fire in every direction to allow for the fabric to fall slack. It’s all the space he needs for one of those large hands to submerge itself beneath the material and grasp a handful of your supple breast.

That’s when you moan for him: his gloved fingers trap the sensitive peak of your nipple and pinch with just enough pressure to send an electrical jolt of pleasure through your whole body. You decide to take the opportunity to press the curve of your ass back and grind against him, enjoying the sound of his groan of pleasure.

“Behave,” Din warns you.

“What will happen if I don’t?”

The slow intake of air is audible through Din’s modulator as his helmet tilts in such a way that brings his mouth close to your ear. Then, in that low, gravelled tone, he states: “the choice is yours.”

You continue to press, “what choice?”

“I can bring you in warm…or I can bring you in cold.”

Maker. Have mercy.

“The most important skill while hunting…is patience,” Din’s unmodulated voice rasps from behind you.

The tones wash over you like liquid velvet and make your muscles flutter around where he’s sheathed deep inside the wet heat of your cunt.

“Sometimes it can take hours of waiting…do you have hours, Cyar'ika?”

“Yes,” the answer tumbles from your lips instantly, only to be muffled by the scratchy fabric of the blanket on the bed.

It feels as though you have already been here for hours: chest down and legs spread where you stand outside of the cot. You know that when you do finally straighten up, the imprint of the blanket’s fibres will be noticeable on your cheek, but it will be worth every hatched line.

There’s a knowing smirk evident in Din’s voice and his next words slide silkily from his mouth: “yes, what?”

Your pussy instinctively quivers again at his tone, informing him of your increasing need.

“Yes, daddy.”

You get a sound of approval, rumbled from deep within his chest. He likes it. He enjoys the way your voice carries that word; it’s music to his ears.

The softest moan escapes from between your lips when Din draws his hips back to admire the way his cock glistens with you. Not even the steady rattle of the ship or his heavier breaths are enough to disguise the obscene sound of his cock gliding through your wetness as his thrusts become harder.

“Feels so good,” you praise him. “Don’t stop–oh, right there!”

There’s no controlling the curses and lust-filled balling that spills from your mouth when Din’s cock finally rubs up against your favourite spot. It triggers an automatic response in your hips as they tilt into his thrusts, chasing the pleasurable sensation.

The rhythmic beeps of the ship are drowned out by the soundscape that builds at the entrance of the cot: Din’s lower grunts, your pitched moans of pleasure while the telling signs of your orgasm begin to take hold. It creeps in with a smouldering heat at the base of your spine and snakes between each vertebrate–it sears along each nerve, absorbs itself into your bloodstream and pulseates throughout your whole body.

It’s close.

It’s so fucking close.

Your eyes tighten in anticipation, your voice unable to produce any sort of sound while everything in your body pulls tight.

And then he stops.

Each time Din edges you to the very brink of orgasm, he hastily drags you back from it, leaving you to collapse in desperation against the mattress of the cot again and again. Your legs tremble, hopelessly trying to hold yourself steady.

“Din,” you’re almost on the verge of begging, unable to take the torturous pleasure any longer. You’ve lost count of the amount of times he has done this to you.

“Patience, Cyar'ika.”

No, you’re done being patient.

Your fingers hold the blanket with a vice-like grip as you pull yourself forward over Din’s cock and then slide yourself back again, momentarily taking control, interested to see his reaction.

An unexpected moan sounds from behind you, as though he hadn’t been anticipating this move. Somehow, you expect him to have the situation well read: he’s usually prepared for everything, so to catch him off-guard sparks an uncontrollable desire deep within you. It urges you on, thrilled by the fact that even now, after all this time, you can still surprise him.

“Mmm—fuck,” Din groans as one of his hands clutches at your waist. It isn’t to prevent your movements, he’s simply holding you, admiring the show as you fuck yourself on his cock.

“That’s it, Cyar'ika. Show me what you need,” Din’s encouragement spurs you on more: the pliable flesh of your ass slaps against his cold armor each time you thrust back onto him. “You’re doing so well.”

Maker, his praise sends you wild.

“I love your cock,” you pant. “Love how big it feels…”

You know exactly what you’re doing, you’re pushing him, trying every trick you know in the ‘Din handbook’ in an attempt to get him to snap and fuck you as if his life depends on it.

Din knows this, too.

His next words put an end to your building pleasure: “That’s enough.”

No. It isn’t enough. It’s not even close to being enough.

Your frustrated whine becomes muffled by the blankets when you press your face against them again and squeeze your eyes closed. You don’t know how much more of this you can take. Din knows your limits, he’ll never push you further than what you’re comfortable with so you know that he’ll give in soon enough. But this is a fine line you’re toeing between pleasure and frustration, with your need for release descending into urgent desperation.

Din’s hands move to your lower back and stroke over your warm skin. They follow the curve of your spine and then up a little higher before his blunt nails drag downward. The sensation makes you shiver beneath him, aching for his fingers to reach around and pay some attention to your abandoned clit.

“Please…” You beg.

All you’re rewarded with is a slow roll of his hips: each thick inch of his length slides easily through your dripping cunt before he sinks deep again and holds there.

You open your mouth to protest, set on calling him a few choice words for how far he’s pushing you tonight but all that comes out is a quiet “oh,” when the pad of his thumb teases at the tight ring of muscle of your ass.

He applies no pressure, he simply grazes over it, as though he’s awaiting your reaction to the silent request. There isn’t a single part of your body that Din hasn’t explored during your relationship, but this still holds a feeling of vulnerability, a sensation of unfamiliar territory compared to all other areas he enjoys.

You turn your head to glance back over your shoulder and notice that he’s already watching you: head tilted and a small smirk on his lips. Din’s body towers in the entrance of the cot, blocking out most of the light that pours in from the hull of the ship. From this angle, with him looming above you, he looks deliciously intimidating.

“Can I?” He questions quietly, although you’re sure he already knows the answer.

The calloused pad of his thumb continues to tease, causing heavier, uneven breaths to escape you: your lungs are desperate to take in air while your body tries to force it back out with the excitement and pleasure that builds.

There’s no keeping the grin from your lips when you nod, giving him your consent. You trust him completely: he would never do anything without your approval, even now, after the years you have spent together. Nothing is ever taken for granted–Din is respectful, before all else. Which is somewhat of a contrasting thought as he slaps one of his palms down against the cheek of your ass and grins to himself when you gasp.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch your answer.”

Fuck. Fuck. Din’s voice oozes a dominance reserved only for you, a tone that he is able to use with great effect when you both feel safe and able to explore together.

“Y–yes,” you stutter, unable to hold your composure as the excitement builds rapidly in your stomach.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Din’s eyes hold yours for a brief moment while that smirk lingers on his lips. He knows he’s going to wreck you, he’s going to turn you into a babbling, trembling mess when the force of your orgasm finally hits and you’re allowing him to do it.

You need him to do it.

His hands smooth over the cheeks of your ass while he watches you, then finally, he looks away so that he can admire the view while he spreads you open.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs his approval.

Din leans over just enough to spit into the crevice of your ass. The sudden warmth has you gasping again and clenching around his cock, which in turn, earns you a deep moan of approval. He wastes little time before he moves to rub the pad of his thumb over your opening again, only now, a slick wetness accompanies it.

The sensation is divine.

“Do you like feeling me here, Cyar'ika?” There it is again, that silky smooth voice: it’s low in pitch, but no less commanding for an answer.

The only thing that you’re able to string together is something close to a whine as Din’s thumb applies just enough pressure to breach the tight hole. The very tip of his thumb sits there, holding still as you writhe beneath him in an attempt to get him to push it in further.

“So eager,” he breathes. “Do you like feeling so full?”

You nod into the blankets as you scrunch them up and bury your face into the fabric with a moan.

“Yes,” you manage, voice muffled. “I fucking love it.”

He rolls his hips again, slower this time, controlled. It’s almost admirable, the way he manages to keep it together for so long: it’s one of the many things you love about him, his need to satisfy you, as well as himself. With another press of his hips, Din’s thumb eases further into you while his cock throbs against your walls with his growing need.

Maker, you feel so full.

You’re expecting Din to rest there, to take his time and enjoy the feel of your wet heat warming up his cock while his thumb is nestled deep inside of you. But he doesn’t, and there’s no denying it catches you by surprise.

His hips begin to thrust again: deep and hard, well-aimed and precise.

“Shit,” he curses with a moan. “You’re taking my cock so well tonight.”

You moan and whine against the blanket, lost to the pleasure, unable to form any sort of coherent words as Din fucks you over the cot. Every word he speaks seems to flood you, each moan of his pleasure and acknowledgement of how good you feel, drives you wild.

The fingers of Din’s other hand finally reach around to reward you with some attention to your clit. Finally, fucking finally. It induces a jolt of pleasure with such an intensity that it threatens to tip you straight over the edge.

You’re close. Closer than last time, and Din doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down.

“Fuck me, Din,” you cry out your request, as if he isn’t already doing so. “Fuck me. Make me cum. Please, please…”

The sound Din makes is something close to a snarl as he fucks you harder, causing wave after staggering wave of pleasure to crash over you.

Oh, fuck. You feel it coming.

Your orgasm rises from somewhere deep inside of you and builds with a force you’ve never experienced before. Din’s touch is everywhere: his fingers, his thumb, his cock. You don’t know which way to press your hips, you don’t know how to arch for the best result: it’s overwhelming, overstimulating.

There’s sounds coming out of your mouth that you have no control over: curses and praises, incoherent begs and cries for what you need.

And then it hits you.

You’re powerless to it and the way it rips through the whole of your body. Maker, it has you in a fucking chokehold as your body simultaneously tenses and trembles. No words form, only sounds of pure ecstasy are able to explode from your throat; ragged and desperate.

“Oh fuck. That’s it, Cyar'ika. So good… So good,” Din’s words are broken by breathy moans as he fucks you through your orgasm.

He’s close. You feel it in the way his hips buck, no longer holding their steady, controlled rhythm. Din’s thumb eases out of you, allowing himself to grip onto your waist with one of his larger hands while the other thuds down onto the cot beside you.

You’re thankful for the way his broad body crowds over you, pressing you tighter to the cot and keeping you in place as he cums with a broken cry of your name. You don’t trust your legs to hold you up any longer, especially not when you feel the warmth of Din’s load filling you deeply, his hips continuing to jut against you until he has given you everything.

You’re exhausted, spent… wrecked.

It takes a little time to muster up the energy to move, but eventually, you both make it into the bunk after Din’s remaining armor and clothes are removed.

“Mmh,” he groans and presses the warmth of his face into the crook of your neck. “You’re incredible.”

A soft, lazy smile curls onto your lips as you turn your head a little to see him settled against your chest. You could stay like this forever, tangled up with him while your fingers comb slowly through his damp hair.

“When is the next job?” You ask after a moment, trying to keep your voice from giving anything away.

“Not for a few days…Why?”

“Oh, I was just wondering,” you smile to yourself and close your eyes. “Next time, I won’t let you catch me.”

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sl33paholics · 4 months

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dio angry fucking you… because a guy was flirting with you and dio gets mad and teaches you a lesson🤧

Know Your Place!

Dio Brando x black!fem!reader

Warning(s): aggressive sex (with consent ofc), biting, gripping, choking, nipple play, rough kissing, bit of degrading, spanking....it's a shit ton of stuff alr? You'll see as you read.

OOOOOOOOOOOOO my first ever Dio request, out of all the characters from JJBA, I finally get to write this nigga for the first time. Kinda scared. Also, this is a modern AU as you said in your first request!

Words can't describe how much of an internal emotional turbulant this man felt when he saw a guy hitting on you while the two of you were at the shopping center.

He left you alone for a few minutes just to use the bathroom and came back to see a man, a lowlife, a pervert, a pig, a snob, an ugly fucker way too close getting his chance to holla at you. As if he waited or even followed the two of you to watch Dio leave your side to swoop in and take your attention away from him for a moment so that he could do something disgusting to you. He just couldn’t let it slide.

The blonde watched at you fluttered those lashes at him. Your glossy lip-liner lips curved into a pretty smile as you made conversation with this stranger who was now practically glued to you. You looked like you were in love with this fucker despite Dio being your boyfriend. It didn’t feel right. Could it be that you were humoring this man? Was it some sort of sick game for him? Was he trying to impress you so badly?

As if his body was acting on his own, Dio approached you two of you. His hand grabbed yours as he squeezed your small one tightly. The sharp gaze he gave the man in front of you was not friendly or soft. He knew what was going on and was ready to rip his eyes out with his bare hands if necessary. The guy backed off and sheepishly went his way. “We're going home." He'd say in that quiet voice of his, the same tone he used whenever someone tried to get too close. But this was different. There was something about Dio's eyes, the way they narrowed, and the way they glittered as if he would gladly rip out the stranger's tongue with his teeth, which made him seem so intimidating.

The ride home was quiet. He didn't say a word to you. You knew he was angry by the way he grabbed your hand. You're not stupid. But you didn't think it was a big of a deal. You were surprised when he didn't drop you off to your dorm, but instead, to the Joestar estate. Dio never bought you here unless an event was going on. Did this man forget to tell me that a party was going to happen today or what? You thought to yourself.

Man, you were totally wrong. Super fucking wrong.

You're now currently laid down at the edge at the edge of his king-sized bed, face-to-face, naked. The firm grip Dio had on your hips as he stared down at you with those dark chocolate orbs. All you need to know is the extent of how pissed off he was. His thumb gently stroked the sensitive skin above your naval. "This asshole dared to look at you," he whispered harshly, his breath hot against your neck, "and touch you." You could hear the venom dripping from each word Dio spoke, goosebumps appearing on your skin under his touch. Your legs raised up high with your knees bent to form a V, exposing the pink folds.

Oh my, the cold air in the room didn't help either. Your nipples were getting hard. As you felt the chills running through your breasts, the pain that came with it was creeping in.

Dio was enjoying watching you whine beneath him. His body slapping against your, his attention going to your breasts. A wicked smile plastering his face.

Dio's hand slithered over to one of your breasts, cupping it as he ran his thumb across its nipple. Your head threw back as he massaged the breast. However, he pinched your nipple as hard as he caused you to scream. Don't fucking move, (Y/N)." The words were stern and rough, making sure you stayed where you were.

Your back arched up with every pinch. It didn't help that the thrusting was beginning to become faster. Your mind was starting to cloud over with lust. You were losing control of what happened to you. You knew this could only end in disaster.

"Oh, if only you could see yourself right now. Such a whore. Like the slutty bitch you are." His words pierced your heart. They hurt more than any slap ever could have.

Dio pulled out, leaving you in shock. He moved your body further up on the bed as Dio got on top of you. You felt his hand wrapped around your neck. When the blonde thrusted into your waiting pussy, he gave your neck a good squeeze to make sure that your mouth stayed shut from a lack of oxygen. "No screaming. No moaning. No begging." The blonde wasn't taking shit from you. He didn't want to hear you protest.

Dio was jamming, no, drilling you at this point. His thrusts were getting sloppy, erratic, and rough. Dio's pace quickening and his breathing heavier. Every time he pumped inside of you, you could feel his cock twitch inside of you. Almost as if he was having trouble controlling himself. His breathing became heavy. The feeling was driving you crazy. You wanted him. More than anything.

His squeeze was getting tighter, and your eyes were rolled back. It was only until you had to scratch his arm for the man to realize that he had to snap out of his cloudy hated state of mind, removing his hand from your neck watching you gasp for air.

Dio got closer to your face, and the same hand he used on your neck was now cupping your cheeks and turned your head to face him. His lips pressed against yours. Dio's tongue tasted your salty lips and his own saliva sliding in between them before he sucked your tongue into his mouth. His tongue dancing with yours. Dio groaned with pleasure, and you couldn't help it. You moaned. That sounded so sexy coming out of your mouth. The trial of saliva against your tongue when he finally moved away. This was amazing. So intense and intimate, yet also so tender and caring, you thought. His taste was addicting. He tasted like peppermint, vanilla, and chocolate. Dio tasted like everything you liked. He smelled like the rain, like springtime, and most definitely, like sex.

All of this pleasure, all of this pain was worth it to be with him. To be in his arms. To be with him forever.

You felt yourself coming to your climax when he continued to stroke and massage your already wet and swollen clit. You were going to come any second now. You wanted to come again and again with him. With him.

And with that, you did, falling into his embrace after the two of you came together. Dio didn't bother to pull out. He wanted to remind you who you belonged to, as if that wasn't apparent from the moment Dio threw you on the bed earlier.

"My my...look at you," He'd say seeing your figure below him twitching and breathing heavily. "Your lip gloss has smeared across the pillow sheets and your pretty hair is all messy..." The blonde would say with a chuckle, you looked at him as if you wanted to punch the shit out of Dio. "Fuck you...you bastard...choking me as if I'm some fuckdoll." You'd say closing your eyes.

"Don't threaten me with a good time and new ideas, sweetheart. Take this as a lesson learned. You belong to me."

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the-himawari · 2 months

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A3! Usui Masumi - Translation [SSR] MANKAI Feature (3/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: All three of your costumes and makeup look good to go.

Sakuya: Thank you!

Chikage: I didn’t expect I would appear as well.

Sakuya: I’m happy I get to act as Blanc again! Let’s do our best, Masumi-kun!

Masumi: …Yeah.

Izumi: Are you going to be alright, Masumi-kun? I heard you had a tough time with your role study…

Masumi: It’ll be fine. I asked Tsuzuru to make us act just like we always do.

Izumi: (I see. So that’s why the script is…) Alright, let’s start filming then. Break a leg, everyone!

-pause-

Izumi: (Nero and Blanc are walking through the city on their way home from shopping. Nero suddenly stops when he hears a melody playing from a streetvision.)

Nero [Masumi]: “…”

*flashback starts*

Blanbun: “Take that! We’re not gonna lose to you!”

Whibun: “That’s because we’re—"

*flashback ends*

Nero & Blanc: “The strongest Rabbit Twins!”

Nero [Masumi]: “Ah.”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “Ahaha. Jinx!”

Izumi: (What played on the streetvision was a toy commercial from a show called “Rabbit Twins”.)

Blanc [Sakuya]: “This anime sure takes me back. Watching the twin rabbits beating up wicked grownups was really cool, wasn’t it?”

Nero [Masumi]: “Yeah.”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “I’ve been seeing a lot of their merch around these days. I wonder if it’s getting popular again due to their revival?”

Nero [Masumi]: “…I wonder if we've been able to become like them.”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “Hm?”

Nero [Masumi]: “Never mind.”

-pause-

Izumi: (The two were called to the office, and once they arrived, Uryu was the one who greeted them.)

Uryu [Chikage]: “I come bearing good news. I’ve got a tantalizing job that only you twins can handle.”

Nero [Masumi]: “Eh~. What the hell?”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “That sounds sus.”

Uryu [Chikage]: “Haha. Your distrust is showing clearly on your faces. Now. Now. Please take a gander at the materials.” “It’s a job related to the commercial characters for a new game from a major gaming company.”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “Wait, what!?”

Nero [Masumi]: “You weren’t kidding when you said it was a tantalizing job!”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “And look, Nero! This new game is…!”

Nero [Masumi]: “A game for the Rabbit Twins…!?”

Uryu [Chikage]: “Indeed. This work has been gaining popularity again these days.” “It seems the project this time will be a tag-team match between V-talents over the commercial characters of the game.” “Are you two in?”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “You don’t even have to ask!”

Nero [Masumi]: “It’s a no-brainer we’re gonna do it.”

Uryu [Chikage]: “I thought you’d say that. The materials also contain the list of your opponents, so take a look.”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “Let’s see~… Ah, these V-talents are…”

Uryu [Chikage]: “Oh, them. They’re twin V-talents who have been gaining traction these days.”

Nero [Masumi]: “Right, I feel like I’ve been seeing their names here and there lately.” (Twin V-talents…) “We absolutely have to win.”

-pause-

*both unleash attacks*

Nero [Masumi]: “You’re too slow, Blanc! I just told you to pay attention, didn’t I? Follow me properly!”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “M-My bad…”

-pause-

Uryu [Chikage]: “Now, now. This is just practise. Why don’t you relax and tone it down a bit?

-pause-

Nero [Masumi]: “We absolutely have to win this time. If we don’t, then we’re—”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “Nero…”

-pause-

Uryu [Chikage]: “Oh dear… this might be a bit worrying for the real match.”

-pause-

*both take hits*

Izumi: (As Uryu feared, both of them are a mess in their first match against the twin V-talents.) (Meanwhile, their opponents unleash a combination without using words, and Blanc and Nero are defeated in a flash.)

Commentator: “Holy! What a spectacular combination. It’s like they used telepathy! That’s twins for you—oh, I guess they both are though.”

Nero [Masumi]: “…Tsk.”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “Hey, Nero. Why are you so anxious?”

Nero [Masumi]: “…Shut up.”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “Geez… I don’t understand you, Nero.”

Nero [Masumi]: “!” “That’s right… I mean, we’re just fakers. We can’t beat real twins.”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “…!” “…”

*Blanc beams out of the game*

Nero [Masumi]: “…Blanc. I don’t understand you either.”

-pause-

Uryu [Chikage]: “Nero, have you found Blanc yet?”

Nero [Masumi]: “No… so much time has passed, yet he hasn’t come home… What do I do…!”

Uryu [Chikage]: “Do you have any idea where Blanc would go?”

Nero [Masumi]: “Any ideas… I’ve got nothing.” “…If we were real twins, then maybe we could understand each other through telepathy. But we’re different.”

Uryu [Chikage]: “Whether it’s real or fake is indeed important.”

Nero [Masumi]: “…”

Uryu [Chikage]: “However, you guys are the real deal, aren’t you?” “What’s important isn’t your blood ties or your family register. It’s the time you spent and the feelings you hold for each other.” “That’s why, if it’s you, then you should definitely know where Blanc is.”

Nero [Masumi]: “Blanc…” “…That’s right. He might be there!”

-pause-

Blanc [Sakuya]: “Nero…”

Nero [Masumi]: “…So you really were here.” “When we were little, we once ran away from the orphanage together.” “The place we ran was to the toy store. And this was where we first encountered the Rabbit Twins.” “We swore that we would become the best and strongest twins too.”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “…That’s right.”

Nero [Masumi]: “That’s why there’s no way we can lose in this project. We have to become the strongest twins there are.” “Just like these two…”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “…! I think so too.” “What the heck? We felt the same way all along, didn’t we?”

Nero [Masumi]: “Let’s win the next match for sure.”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “Yeah!”

-pause-

Izumi: (And so, they reached the final match for the project.)

Nero [Masumi]: “Let’s go, Blanc!”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “Okay, Nero!”

Nero & Blanc: “HAAA!!”

*both unleash attacks*

Commentator: “CRITICAL HIT! The match goes to Nero and Blanc!”

Nero & Blanc: “We did it!”

-pause-

Uryu [Chikage]: “…It looks like they’re back on track.”

-pause-

Commentator: “Congratulations on the win! Any comments for us?”

Blanc [Sakuya]: “That was only natural, right?”

Nero [Masumi]: “Yeah. Because we’re—”

Nero & Blanc: “The strongest twins, Nero and Blanc!”

-pause-

Sakuya: Great job out there! Thanks, Masumi-kun. I had so much fun.

Masumi: …Well, the play wasn’t bad. I feel like... I had fun too.

Izumi: You two were amazing! Nero and Blanc were totally in sync. You were just like real twins.

Sakuya: Thank you so much…!

Masumi: I’m glad if you say so…

Chikage: I take it your role study was useful?

Masumi: Rather than role study… I just got Tsuzuru to make the story about the issues I thought of while I was preparing for my role. … (Chikage mentioned that you can become a family even if you’re not related by blood. That’s not a lie. I know I feel that when we’re acting.) (But I have a feeling he was also talking about someone else besides us.)

Chikage: Hm? Is there something on my ring?

Masumi: …It’s nothing.

Chikage: Are you sure?

Masumi: (I’m sure Chikage also has things he doesn’t want to be asked. We’re family, so it’s alright if I don’t ask about it right now.)

Izumi: In any case, Masumi-kun and Sakuya-kun were spot on in today’s play. But Masumi-kun and Chikage-san were also perfectly in sync.

Chikage: Well, you know.

Masumi: Even if we don’t purposely try to match each other, it just happens.

Chikage & Masumi: …Because we’re family.

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Till' death do us apart: Chapter 2.

Pairing: Angel Y/n x Alastor Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Warnings: Blood, violence, harsh language, the v's. Usage of she/her pronouns, bc the character identifies mostly as a woman.

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“Hell-born, Sinners, Ladies, Gentlemen, and whatever the fuck you are!” The crowd went wild, every single seat occupied. The lights came on, the referee advancing to the illuminated area, with the microphone in hand and a brilliant attitude.

“Here in our humble ring, I come to offer you an event that, if I say so myself, will be unforgettable. I have to show you fighters whose origin comes from Pentagram City, to the Ring of Sloth, and a last-minute addition, which I will leave for last as the pièce de resistance” hungry roars filled the place once again.

“The time has come, welcome to another night of blood, sweat and tears, please place your bets and remember that if your player loses, you can throw stones at her. May luck be on your side, and may the strength of her fists make you millionaires”.

“I hear this is your first clandestine fight, Ricky?”

“Yeah, I mean, in Greed, this type of things are very recurrent, never been to one myself till’ now, still, to think this isn’t managed by Mammon is crazy”

“Well, we have our own thing going on ‘ere”

“Seems like that, okay, so we begin with our first couple”

“Wanna know what makes my games unique?” his friend nods, sweating.

"Unlike normal boxing, hitting the back of the head or behind the head; kicking, either stepping on, or biting the opponent; holding, trapping or grabbing the opponent's arms, hips or neck are totally legal" he announced with a wicked smile.

“So, your players…”

“Either one of them surrenders and gets killed by the crowd, or they kill each other”

You could hear the screams of the crowd through the weak walls of the dressing room, that and how much the demons were beating each other in the ring. They were going very hard at each other, it seemed.

Bloodlust must’ve been the best show this hell-hole could offer, giving that the day before, there was already word around that a fallen angel was going to fight, naturally, sinners lost their minds for that kind of proposal, tickets sold out almost immediately.

“So doll-face, I need to ask ya' a favor” Jambo walked through the doors, dangling his cigarette around in his hand, “I need you to stall the fight, I know it’s a big opponent, but don´t knock him out so quickly, and maybe let him make you bleed a little” he blew a little smoke in your face, a distorted grin adding to his fat face, as he watched your face, no reaction whatsoever.

“A bigshot is here to watch” he smiled in return of your wit, taking a few steps back as he kept gloating about his efforts, but how much does it really takes to properly advertising bloodshed? “Exactly, a true money maker that sick fucker, so the more pain he sees the more he´ll invest, and you’ll get 20% of what he hands out, plus your wager” you nodded, not really caring how high was your cut, in your current state it was better to have a miserable pay than absolutely nothing.

You’ve spent a few days in intensive training, drawing punches to make it seem like you knew anything at all about boxing, was definitely different than waving your spear and oz around. Truth to be told, elegance and strength didn’t go well until Jambo saw you fight, it resembled a ballet, your body moving gracefully and quickly, while your fists could break the earth in two if you wanted to do so.

He loved that.

You took a deep breath, your fingers anxiously playing with the bandages covering your knuckles, they didn't let you wear the proper gloves, according to Jambo, to ensure the most damage to the recipient, however he agreed to the bandages and pads between the joints of your fingers, keeping thus, a certainty that due to an excess, whether due to adrenaline or the tension of the moment, there would be no easy way for you to break your own fingers.

“It’s time” a demoness broke the silence, you’ve been twenty minutes drifting, instead of warming up, “Thank you, wish me luck” you caught the smug smile she shot while watching you walk out of the room.

The bull-like demon awaited you on the contrary side of the squared circle, your breath caught in your throat, not because one good punch at you from his massive humanity could probably hurt a lot, no, that was a fact, but because you noticed Jambo making signals at you, his eyes looking up, making you search in the raging crowd above you, two demons highly dressed sitting in the golden section, the bigshots, you figured.

After the introductions were adjourned, the bell rang, the demon launched himself at you, fully forward hitting your chest with his elbow. You flew against the ropes, using then to propel yourself, a severe punch to the underside of his chin made him fall back against his back.

Mentally you had counted ten minutes, it was time to put an end to the constant violence, the bull took advantage of the second you took your eyes off of it to spit blood, to grab you by the neck and crash you to the ground, a dull sound accompanied your fall, it echoed through the room, a terrifyingly large crack manifesting beneath your head, shattering the floor of the ring.

Your vision clouded for a few seconds, the demon completely deforming, his figure ended up resembling a corrupted dislike of your brother Michael.

His sharp grin mocked you, “So many years of being the devil's defender. Millennia spent training, watching the world deteriorate, unable to do anything for his creations, simply leading them to their eternal punishment. How does that make you feel, Azrael? Are you letting a godless creature win? Are you really going to abandon everything you've fought for? Yourself, your brothers…” he laughed maniacally, your fists cracked due to your strength.

“Your beloved sinner husband?" he rolled his tongue in a sarcastic way on the word beloved, that is what made you lost it.

The demon saw your black eyes turn into a shiny gold color, the whites going completely black, the darkness taking you down into the deepest of the abyss. Your hands weren’t soft and white but black and sharp, breaking into his muscles, “H-Hey, the fuck are you doing!” the demon let your neck lose, air finally making its way into your lungs, giving you free range to let your voice go free in a guttural way, it made the bull shiver and start praying for his life, desperately pulling on his own skin trapped into your iron grasp.

Saying you saw red was an understatement, with a kick the demon broke free, his blood leaving a trail visible in your distorted vision, for you, he had a smirk and your wings in his hand, waving them in front of you while laughing.

“You…are unworthy of all love” you muttered for yourself, the bull looked around as the crowd demanded you to finish him, then his eyes landed on your darkened face, a cold feeling crawling up his spine. “Death, I beg you, spare my life” he cried, “Pathetic” you uttered, launching yourself at him, full speed, crashing your fist into his skull.

The dust from the already broken floor raised up, covering both of you, “Lay still, don’t move, or you’ll be dead for real” you whispered, canceling the nerves and spine of the demon under your heel.

As soon as the dust cleared everyone’s view, Jambo went ahead, taking the hand of the demon into his hands before cheering into the microphone, “He has no pulse, we have a winner!” he pulled your arm up, clearly happy with the result.

A rose fell on your face out of a sudden. The green stem laced with a black ribbon with three V’s embroidered. You couldn’t care less about it.

After the place was cleared, you found your way into the infirmary. There you found the demon, still froze in your work, which you set him free after a swift move of your fingers. His back rose up violently from the bed, his breathing intense and shaking.

“I am truly sorry” you said as soon as he calmed down a little, seeing that you weren’t angry anymore, “I…I have seen you before, right? when I was…alive”.

“Most likely” I would be lying if you told him you remembered every single soul you meet.

“You are Death, the exorcists sent their master to kill us now?” it didn't surprised you that humans like him had little grasp in the concept of death, they chose to believe in whatever makes them feel safer, but the truth was only one.

“I don’t cause the termination of a life, your kind, and time, does that, I merely am a collector. And the extermination was an unknown term for me, until a few days ago.” Sighing, he took your hand in his, “Figuring that out, caused my fall” he hummed in response to your words.

“Are you against it?” he asked, in complete disbelief.

“I think it is cruel enough making sinners spend the rest of their afterlife among people even worse, hunting each other, so that, on top of it, the best and most sensible solution that they came up with is even more blood, pain and fear, they treated sinners like a vermin that must be eliminated, that is not correct, that is not how heaven should keep things in control” your eyes glowed almost like in the ring, making the demon shiver.

Nonetheless, he caressed your face with a tenderness, that could be considered holy, “Thank you” he starte, “If you hadn’t, they would’ve...” you nodded, offering him a sweet smile, “You may not believe me, but it is truly the least I could do in such a conundrum, I am…glad I stopped when I did”, he laughed and agreed with you.

⚰️ 📻

“Hey doll, come ‘ere” Jambo called you as soon as he saw you coming out of the infirmary.

As you came closer, you noticed two demons in front of him, the air thickened more and more as you got closer.

“This are Vox and Valentino, our main patrons, Overlords of hell” the fancy suited man nodded, his head was rectangular and resembled a television, how odd. “Charmed” you lied, feeling the icks as the taller demon eyed you up and down with a smile on his face, and red drool coming down his chin.

“My, my, what a ravishing creature you are” he had four limbs, one of them grabbed your hand, harshly pulled you close, you mad the mistake od flinching at the touch of his golden claws againt the curve of your waist, his smile widening at it.

“How much you want for her?” Valentino asked, not taking his red gaze off of you, “Name your price, shitbag, we don’t have all day” he urged after getting no response.

“She’s one of my best fighters, there’s no way in hell I’m givin’ her away” being under contract with him gave him that upper hand, him thinking he owned your soul.

But how could you? When there was never a soul to begin with?

“Well that can be arranged” the moth pulled a pink gun, and without even blinking, the deafening sound lead to another, Jambo’s body collapsed, lifeless against the floor, “A real fallen Angel video, will make me rich”.

You made no attempt to move, one of his hands was dangerously close to the hem of your scars, if he touched them, you would probably have to clean his rests off the walls.

“No, thank you” the hand in your back crawled its way up to forcefully lift your chin up, “I don’t think you’re in position to refuse us, perra” another word for bitch, is that the best he could do?

After a few seconds of silence, your laughter echoed in the hall, “Go ahead, you two have not a single speck of dirt about me that I care being spread to the masses, not anyone that I care enough that could easily fall into your hands, and there is no amount of torture you can practice on me that will make me change my mind” you hissed at the incremental of his grasp on you, “So, gentleman, what card will you play against me now?” this time It was Valentino's time to laugh.

“You know~, I just remembered I like to play with my toys before sharing" he licked his lips with his long tongue, moaning in anticipation before finishing his sentence, his lips ghosting yours, "Can't wait to destroy you".

“I can already see the title of the film, 'Exorcist, divine punishment' first of two parts" you felt a sting on the back of your neck, then everything began to spin, dizziness took over you, losing strength, visibility,

"You can do better 'Tino" the TV man sassed, taking a strand of your hair into his claws, admiring how soft it was.

“Shut the fuck up Vox, see you on the other side, preciosa” he purred before you lost all senses.

It all fade to black.

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beansricejc · 11 months

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JOHN WICK x READER - The Courier

part 4!

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

summary: John sneaks into your apartment to surprise you when you get home, and asks for you two to become official. Then y’all finally get steamy in the bedroom, where he talks you through it the whole time. Female reader, 3270 words.

author’s note: thx for following so far! if you’re new here, I’d recommend reading the previous parts but it is not necessary! feel free to lmk what you think! I love reading what u have to say! thx 💕

warnings: cursing, p in v, relationship talk, breaking & entering, alcohol, implied organized crime, significant age gap. 🔞

Your condo was surprisingly easy to break into. Well, for John that is, and John’s the best there is. It’s no surprise that getting into your place without a key is a walk in the park to him.

It’s been about a month and a half since the pair of you began to see each other. People John’s age would call it casual dating. People your age would call it a situationship.

One of the biggest challenges was John trying to keep up with your lingo, and then whenever he’d try to use it in a sentence, he’d fail drastically.

Enough of that.

John’s lurking around in your living room. He’s been here a few times before. Dinner, drinks, movies, and gaming nights, you name it. John’s Casanova identity was slowly being torn apart by you. He had developed feelings for you that he was convinced would never appear again after the death of his wife.

The last place he thought those feelings would come from was a young crime boss. The sheer idea of it almost made him laugh, even if it was true.

Tonight, he’s going to ask you to make it official. A public romantic relationship, between a budding crime lord, and an infamous hitman.

It sounded ridiculous, yet it was all John wanted.

Meanwhile, you’re driving back home from a very frustrating work meeting.

The title of work meeting was a very loose term. It mostly consisted of you berating some of your workers for fucking up a decent sized delivery. Two of your employees had totaled their motorcycles, and were suffering from road rash, and the other one forgot to fill up on gas before the job.

Fucking idiots.

That didn’t matter now, you were blaring some A$AP Ferg just to let out some frustration, your Audi R8 was a fantastic car to speed down the highway in. You, of course, specialized in riding a motorcycle but fall was on its way, evident by the chill in the air.

The plan for you tonight was to get home, drink half a bottle of Plum Sake, and pass out to some sort of Netflix Original playing on your tv.

You thought about shooting John a text since he had messaged you a few hours ago. You decided you would text him once you got home.

John was admiring your home aesthetic, he had complimented it a few times. You really had the 70s vibe down to a T. The nostalgia was almost overwhelming to him, you were a 2000s baby, and John was, well, not.

John was surprised that you hadn’t said anything to show that you hated the age gap you two had, except for the occasional old man diss.

John took a closer look at some pictures that were in frames on a shelf. He didn’t know exactly what they were. If he was a betting man, it would be a high school graduation photo with friends, vacation pictures, and then some competitive Motocross racing images.

“Damn, badass.” John chuckled, it was interesting getting an insider look at your life since you are a crime lord after all.

You parked your car in the garage and made your way to your condo, a few floors up and a few doors down. Your stupid key was so hard to find in your purse, and you almost gave up looking for it out of pure exhaustion. However, you managed, sighing as you opened your door and kicked your shoes off onto the rack.

You didn’t notice John at all. No one ever did. He was an expert, and experts act like ghosts when they need to.

You hung your purse up on a hook and immediately went for the kitchen and into the fridge, searching for sparkling water to chug. You didn’t know why but the burn of it going down your throat was really great feeling. To you at least.

As you grabbed a can, you could tell something was off. You weren’t that dumb. Any normal person would have gone about their business as usual, you picked up on a presence in less than two minutes. Impressive.

“Hey, cutie.” John’s voice suddenly appeared from your living room, his tall and menacing figure emerging from the shadows of your dark condo. You jump, grab your gun that’s in your back holster, and stop abruptly after you realized it was John. You went into panic mode from hearing his voice and gasped to settle yourself down.

“Shithead! Oh my god, you scared the fuck out of me!” You exclaim, there are actually a million other things you’d like to say right now.

“Asshole!”

“I’m gonna knock your teeth in.”

“Holy shit, you’re hot as fuck.”

Those were a few examples, of course, you didn’t say any of them. They were still going through your head though.

John was cackling from the living room while he stepped towards you, you put your firearm down on your kitchen counter, fuming at the fact that he somehow broke in, and almost gave you a heart attack. John absolutely loved teasing you, watching your face getting frustrated or flustered really did something to him that he couldn’t explain.

John joined you in the kitchen as you were calming yourself down, the danger you were in being a false alarm. He gave out a throaty deep chuckle, looking down at you with those menacing brown eyes.

They were never menacing towards you. John couldn’t even imagine the thought of doing something to hurt you or to even intentionally scare you. Over the past month, he’s grown to like you more and more, a thought that scared the shit out of him. He’s gonna do it. He’s going to ask you to be his girlfriend.

What a juvenile term, he felt much too old to even use that word but what else was there?

John hadn’t exactly figured out how he was going to ask, one thing was for sure, it would happen tonight.

He didn’t know why but tonight just felt like a really good choice.

John’s long dark hair is slightly draped over his chiseled face, his eyes peering through the strands directly at you.

“Sorry, angel. You’re just so cute when you get scared.” John tells you. You’re currently putting on the biggest pouty face you can manage right now, just to show your disdain for his prank.

You can hardly be mad at the man. He’s just so damn attractive. He’s even wearing a tee shirt, you have never seen him wear one before. John’s toned biceps are peeking out of his short sleeves. Your eyes can’t help but drink in the sight of his bare arms. Multiple scars and bruises are sprinkled throughout his skin, ones you have yet to hear stories of, or even see.

You snap out of your fan service moment when John takes his large hand to ruffle your hair. He loved the feeling of your thick and soft hair against his skin, and the smell? He had no idea what type of shampoo you used, the smell of it was embedded into his memory and only associated with you now.

Raspberries, and coconut? That was probably the closest he’d get to guessing the scent.

“I should upgrade your security here, it took me like 20 seconds to get in. I expected better from a criminal mastermind.” John tsked at you, playfully disappointed.

He takes the chance to lean against your kitchen’s island, crossing his legs but his gaze has yet to leave you.

You’re such a beautiful creature.

The sight of John’s casual lean stirs something inside of your chest.

Christ, can this guy get any sexier? You think to yourself.

“Sorry, guess I haven’t looked into that yet.” you stammer. John waves you over, and you take a few steps towards him, laying against his body and setting your head on his chest. You press your ear to him, listening to the soft thuds of his heartbeat, the organ doing its job to keep pumping blood through this lethal man.

“Hey, uh, let’s talk for a sec.” John says suddenly after about a minute of mutual silence. You scrunch your eyebrows and peer up at him, curious. Why did he sound so serious all of a sudden? He looked nervous almost.

“Yeah, sure, what’s up?” you ask.

John is quiet for a few seconds, it looked like he was trying to find the right words to say. You’re really enjoying laying against him since his body is so warm, and definitely not because of the muscles you can feel against your own.

“So.” He starts. “What do you say we make our little situation exclusive?”

Your eyes widen. No way. Absolutely no way. Was John fucking Wick asking you to be, oh Jesus Christ. The deadly playboy was being serious, and you can tell based on how his brown eyes are soft but with anticipation growing inside of them.

Oh my god.

You were clearly interested, even if both of your schedules clashed with each other. You two were well-known workaholics in the criminal underworld, the few times you got to see him a week were very romantic, however, short-lived.

With this in mind, your time spent together was amazing but as far as the physical aspects, you two were taking it slow. You of course were doing it unintentionally, work tired you out, you haven’t really done anything sexual of the sort in years because of your painstakingly busy work life, and so on and so forth.

John, on the other hand, was becoming a bit sexually frustrated. He really loved your wholesome time spent together, he did! Just, sometimes the way your pants fit around those hips and ass of yours, his mind tended to, wander, to say the least.

“Are you asking if you can be my boyfriend, Johnathan?” you inquire, walking your pointer and middle finger up his chest to fidget with the hem of his black tee shirt. You were attempting to calm yourself down but were failing miserably, just the sight of John looking down at you in that idyllic gaze of his was driving you absolutely nuts. A soft but low hum escaped his lips.

“Or maybe, I’m asking you to be my girlfriend,” he whispered down at you.

You don’t really know why but you laugh.

“Same question, different fonts.” you giggle. John huffs in amusement at your statement. He still doesn’t know where you come up with these things, or really how internet culture works.

“God, you guys, and your memes.” he sighed. “You can’t leave a man hangin’ like this, angel. What’s it gonna be?”

You haven’t had a real relationship in years, and it seems like John is in the same boat as you. He’s mentioned his late wife only once to you, obviously, it was a sore subject. He was serious about starting anew with you it seemed.

“I wouldn’t want to be anybody else’s.” you murmur to him.

John’s immediately filled with glee, and he squeezes you in a death lock of a hug. You eyes bulge as you attempt to hug him back but your arms, or anything really, are unable to move.

Well, it’s official. The two of you shared an excited kiss before he goes to your living room, revealing the very nice bottle of wine he brought to celebrate the occasion.

It seemed like he was betting on you saying yes.

You’re quite flattered by his confidence, and grab two wine glasses from your liquor cabinet before you two sit on your orange couch and share the bottle with each other.

Fun conversation ensues. You two are a fantastic couple, you guys found that out a few hang-outs in. John thought you were hilarious, and he definitely had his moments. The man was a total flirt, even after you two had been dating for the past month.

Conversation turns into joking, joking turned into play fighting, and next thing you knew he was laying you down on your couch, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed his hard on in between your thighs.

“We have too many clothes on, can we change that?” John asked as he stripped his shirt right off of his torso.

What a sight to behold.

Despite John being in his mid-forties, he has stayed in shape for the sake of his career, and it shows. Toned muscles have been revealed above you, and you’re honestly shocked. It’s the shape he’s in and the scars that got you, John noticed as your eyes dart to the different marks on his body.

“Do I rock the bad boy look?” he slyly asks, his hands wiggling under you and lifting your body up and over his shoulder as he brought you to your bedroom, despite your gasp of surprise and hysterical laughter.

You’re finally at an angle where you can see his tattoos, you didn’t know he had any. His back is covered, you can make out a Latin phrase and, a wolf. Was that a wolf? Guess he was Team Jacob all along.

You squeal as he plops you onto your queen-sized mattress, and your lips crash into each other, desperately craving the other’s touch. John’s hands assist you in peeling off your shirt and jeans, tossing the clothing to the wooden floor. His breathing seems to heighten at the image of you in only a seamless bra and a thong, your soft skin, curves, everything is better than he had ever imagined.

He’s going to absolutely ruin you.

Minutes pass, and the sting of John’s beard dragging along your inner thighs is a sensation that is completely unfamiliar to you. Your hands are grappling at your duvet from underneath your now nude body, as John’s tongue is sloppily circling your swollen clit, and some inhuman noises are erupting from your throat.

“H-holy, fuck!” you shriek. You were no virgin but you haven’t been intimate with anyone for a few years.

John couldn’t say the same thing.

You knew what good was even if it has been a long while, and this was fucking immaculate. John dips two long fingers into your core, his eyes boring into yours while he was devouring your cunt.

“You’re such a good fucking girl,” John mumbled into your pussy as he continued to lap you up with his mouth, the vibration of his words almost sending you over the edge. John’s using that signature come here motion with his fingers inside of you, and your hips buck, legs wrapping around his neck and squeezing to force him to stay in his current position.

He had honestly forgotten how strong you are.

He’s fucking obsessed.

His other hand is stroking his completely erect cock, making sure he’s good and ready to claim you as his.

You’re strong but John’s stronger. He’s able to easily push past your thigh’s grasp, you’re almost seeing double from the pure ecstasy he’s been so gracious to gift you. His mouth and chin are slick with your juices, his tongue dragging over his lips while he smiled down at you to savor your taste.

You can barely think. Holy fuck, was this actually happening right now? Did John Wick make a deal with the Devil to have the ultimate skill of giving head?

You blink a few times and catch a glimpse of John’s erection. Jesus Christ, it’s way bigger than you had ever pictured it.

“J-John, that’s not going to fit!” you cry out at him, as much as you want him, that thing is fucking huge. John tilted his head of sweaty, messy, long hair, raising his eyebrows and giving you a chuckle. “Seriously? Baby girl, how long has it been for you?” John questions, spitting into his palm and giving himself a few more tugs to hold himself over. Somehow, your face becomes redder than it was already.

“Uh, a few years,” you admit, embarrassed to even say it out loud. “Just, don’t really have the time.”

That admission throws John completely off. It doesn’t stop him from rubbing his bare tip against your slick and swollen entrance. “Don’t worry, angel, I’ll change that.” he smirked down at you, his eyes are all over your nude body below him on the bed. You only reply with a small squeak in response to the sensation of his tip on you. “Just, trust me, princess. Can you do that, trust me?” John asks, leaning completely over you so he’s just a few inches above your sweaty face. You nod while he pushes into you, and there’s a lot of resistance to him, despite the several minutes of foreplay he had provided you. You grit your teeth and grip his back.

“Hey, hey, you’re tense.” John murmurs, grazing your cheek with the back of his hand. You two maintain eye contact as he’s gently entering you. “Can you take a deep breath?”

You listen to him, taking a deep breath, and even you can tell the difference in feeling down in your core. “See, look at that, you just need to relax for me, baby girl. Take another one for me.” John orders you sweetly.

You oblige.

John lets out a deep breath, your tight cunt is almost overwhelming to him. After your deep breaths, your pussy is letting up and welcoming him now.

“See, you feel that? You’re taking me in all by yourself now, good girl.” John praises while you respond with unintelligible whimpers, his lips peppering kisses onto your sweaty forehead.

You can feel his entire length inside of you at this point, he’s so deep, you swear you can feel him in your cervix. You gasp before he continues, sliding in and out of you at a gentle and steady pace, nipping and sucking onto your neck and collarbone. This is sure to leave marks later but he could care less. People should know who you belong to.

“You like that, baby?” he asks as he thrusts at a faster and deeper rate, you moan affirmatively, you can’t seem to respond in English at the moment, only squeals and whimpers that he can’t help but be attracted to. One of John’s hands travel to your cunny, skillfully rubbing his thumb over your tortured clit. You let out a small scream, your nails digging into his muscular back, he’s doing the same to your hip, so the feeling was mutual.

John can feel your cunt tighten around his fast moving cock, he wasn’t going to last much longer like this, especially with no condom on.

You were in the same boat though.

“J-john, fuck! I wanna cum so bad!” you mewl out, John throws a dark chuckle your way. The timing was spot on.

“You want me on your stomach, face?” He asked.

“Just, just, do it, I don’t care!” You gasp, approaching your climax while he continued to rub your clit as he pounded into your tight little cunny.

“Don’t care, huh? Interesting.” He grunts. “I’ll make you my little Twinkie then, alright?”

You’re quite literally in the middle of a tear jerking orgasm while he says this, so you really don’t have time to react to the absolutely ridiculous phrase. Your trembling legs and shaky grasp on his body is what sends John over, he cursed and grunted, releasing all the way into your cunt. Ropes of cum shoot into you, and you twitch at the sensation.

You’re both trying your best to catch your breath as he pressed his forehead to yours and chuckled.

“Did you just call me a fucking Hostess snack?” you huff out, and he can’t help but burst out laughing.

“Yeah, I think I did.”

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golden arrows

the god Apollo is dared to seduce the first mortal his eyes set upon without revealing his identity, so changing his appearance slightly and taking the name of Hoseok, he crosses paths with you. but as it happens, the only man you say you'd ever lie with is Apollo... also, you're on a quest to steal his golden arrows.

♔ PAIRING: apollo!hoseok x mortal!reader

♔ GENRE: greek mythology, historical & bet au, adventure, fluff, humour

♔ WORD COUNT: 9.6k

♔ WARNINGS: religion themes, drinking, swearing, period-typical sexism, animal hunting&sacrifice, nudity, kissing, mentions of non-consensual sex, sex happens but no smut soz, murder

♔ BETA: @yoonoclock <3 thank you so much again !!

♔ AUTHOR'S NOTE: nvm the fic can we appreciate the banner bc i kinda served with it. no but this has been in my wips for almost as long as i've had this blog so i'm v excited for you guys to read it :D

Heroic Age

Sing to me, ‘o muse, the song of a priestess who was loved by a god willing to forgive her wicked crime.

It was a peaceful night on OLYMPUS, the home of the gods, where everyone had gone to sleep hours ago under a black sky dusted with stars.

Everyone save Apollo, Hermes, and Dionysus, who refused to be parted with their jug of wine that refilled on its own so the party should never end. So much of it had they consumed, though, that even the god of the drink had come to neglect his cup, slumping over the table while his half-brothers slouched on their chairs.

But what they were yet to lose was their sense of humour, as they teased each other about their tragic love lives. Now, it was Apollo’s turn to be taken the piss out of.

“At least the objects of my desire run towards me, not away,” laughed Hermes. “What was that nymph’s name, Daphne?”

Apollo gestured his discrepancy by waving his index finger side to side. “That was the doing of that winged fuck, Eros.” Famously, he had struck Apollo’s heart with an arrow that kindled love and Daphne’s with one that banished it. Pursuing her through the forest until she begged to be turned into a laurel tree to escape his advances, Apollo learned never to get on the wrong side of the god of desire again. “He’s always had it in for me, I tell you.”

“Sure, yes, blame him,” twice-born Dionysus said, cheek still glued to the table. “We can all play that game.”

Hermes nodded. “Admit it, brother, only the thrill of consorting with an immortal draws them to you. And it fades quickly once they realise you can’t pleasure them in bed.”

“Oh, you tell yourself that’s it.”

“I bet you my herald’s staff.”

“Bet what, exactly?” Apollo scoffed. “It’s not like I can stop being a god. Your joke of a point cannot be proved, you fool.”

“Except, it can,” Dionysus said as he sat upright, but Apollo didn’t understand, so he sighed, “Isn’t intelligence supposed to be one of your domains? We’re no strangers to changing our appearance so that mortals can’t recognise us, so seduce the first one you see without revealing your true identity. It will confirm they’re not pretending to love you just because you’re a god.”

“Another of my domains is prophecy, you seem to forget. I can’t lie. Otherwise, who would believe my oracles?” Apollo pointed out, then smirked. “It’s also why I can be trusted when I say you two are my least favourite Olympians.”

He was allowed to joke, right?

“More merit if you succeed. Which you won’t, of course,” Hermes said with a smile shared by Dionysus.

Apollo pursed his lips. He was aware the wine was to blame for his taking offence at the mocking tone of his brothers, but he couldn’t help his own pride.

“Very well. Kiss your staff goodbye.”

He would show them.

Past noon the next day, shining Apollo descended from the summits of Olympus having taken the likeness of a youth whose good looks equalled his—physical attraction was after all a part of love, as was Aphrodite’s other realm, beauty, a part of Apollo’s identity.

He would take the name of Hoseok. It meant ‘a name known throughout the entire country’, so it could perfectly be a new epithet of his, like Phoebus or Delius were. Yes, not a lie. All good. So, Hoseok chose a forest near the city of TEGEA to wander through, hoping to come across someone. That someone was you.

Bowstring drawn and arrow aimed at three sword-wielding men.

Without a second’s delay, Hoseok made appear his golden bow and arrows, known to never miss their archer’s target. Surely coming to your rescue would be a good start? Except... you might need none.

The men were close enough to trust their own weapon outdid yours, failed to consider you’d move fast enough to dodge the sharp edge of their bronze swords and that by grabbing your arrow by its shaft, you’d manage to graze their skin with its tip, forcing them to step back with a grunt.

Unwilling to wait and find out how they’d counterattack, Hoseok nocked and then released his own arrow, which as intended, landed right before their feet in the form of a normal wooden one.

You turned around with a frown. Who–?

“That can’t be fair, three against one?”

The sound of the men fleeing behind you at the sight of this stranger halted your thoughts. His face certainly did too, as well as his bright hair that shone under the sunlight like spun gold. With a satisfied smile, he stored his weapons in the quiver he carried on his back and approached you, chest slightly out as if he owned the forest. From each step he gave seemed to spring a harmony that filled the air, but you still gripped your bow, wary. He noticed. “I mean you no harm.”

Once he was in front of you, Hoseok was able to take a better look at your face, one he instantly liked. What a relief that bet or not, he’d pursue you. However, he also noticed your smile was forced, as though being saved was an inconvenience.

“Good to know. Thank you for the help. I’ve no time to lose but if our paths ever cross again, I promise to repay your favour.”

And just like that, you walked past him.

“Wait!” He turned around to catch up with you once he got over the unforeseeable blow. “Allow me to escort you out of the forest. There may be more bandits lurking about.”

“I don’t need your protection.”

Clearly... He chuckled, “But I might need yours.” Just not for the reason being discussed.

Now that he thought about it, was this the work of Hermes? After all, he was the one in charge of keeping roads and travellers safe, as well as thieves.

You looked him up and down while walking. A man with such a build, he certainly would not need help, and if he wanted something of yours, he could just take it—or try. So he really was just a kind stranger, huh. “As you wish.”

Hoseok smiled, held hands behind his back. “Tell me, what is your name and where do you come from?”

“I am Y/N, and I’m a priestess of Apollo in PYLOS.” Hoseok almost gasped in delight. Well, this was fate!

Although based on the fact you dressed a man’s knee-length chiton and wore your hair tight up in a subtle bun, he’d sooner have guessed you were a follower of his twin sister, the huntress Artemis. The reason for it was probably that it was safer to travel as a man, but either way Hoseok was fucked. His priestesses were sworn to chastity.

“We are a long way from Pylos.”

“And going further away north-east, I know. I’m… on a quest.” The stranger’s visible intrigue pressured you into providing some context, “My younger brother Jungkook is a servant at the royal palace, and two days ago he was charged with treason for trying to murder the prince, of which I believe he is innocent. We weren’t allowed to speak but he’s a sweet boy, such evil would never cross his mind. He’s being kept in a cell now, awaiting an execution only I can prevent, for the king said he’d be pardoned if in seven days I brought him Apollo’s golden arrows...”

Hoseok had to stop himself from making a dramatic halt. If Jungkook was indeed as innocent as you claimed, you could pray for him to aid your brother either by lending you the arrows or making the king see reason. You needn’t be on a quest. Unless, “You mean to steal them.”

“I’ve no choice,” you said bitterly with your eyes cast down, ashamed all the same. Priestesses were supposed to honour the gods, yet you were about to rob one of them, yours. It was a blasphemous defiance, hubris, but also the only way to save Jungkook. You glanced at the stranger, wondered whether he was contemplating stopping you. “I bet you regret scaring those three robbers away earlier. It is odd that I haven’t rightfully been struck down already with a golden arrow shot from the Heavens for what I’m about to do. I know I’d deserve it.”

Hoseok understood your hands were tied. It was not you whom his anger was directed at, but the king, for sending you off on such a mission. He’d deal with him.

First, though, came you. No matter your circumstances, you were the first mortal he’d seen, and he’d already decided where to display Hermes’ staff in his palace in Olympus.

“Maybe Apollo has looked into your heart and seen it is pure, and will punish that who is making you do this instead. If only you pray so to him.”

You scoffed. “I think he has more important things to do than listen to the prayers of a nobody.”

A nobody? But you were one of his priestesses! There were few mortals dearer to him.

“I assume, then, that you’re headed to CORINTH.”

“Correct. I’m to catch a ship there to cross the gulf. But enough about me. What do they call you, and why do you find yourself in this forest?”

A forest that, you’d failed to notice, was crowded. Nymphs of nearby trees, flowers, lakes, and springs, all gathered to stare at Hoseok in awe as he walked. Animals too. They could see his ethereal self under his disguise, yet dared not approach him, hiding instead from your sight. Were he not busy, he wouldn’t mind lying there to sing and play the lyre for them.

“I am Hoseok, and my brothers… want me to meet a girl. I was on my way to her.”

“A girl? Do you mean, to take as wife?”

Hoseok astutely answered the first question only, “Yes. I’m told she will likewise be in Corinth.”

“If you can keep up, I’d not mind a travel companion.” Hoseok was about to say keeping up was not a problem with him when he realised the animals were dispersing and the nymphs forming a crowd ahead. You followed his gaze and groaned. “Another obstacle? Who am I, Theseus?”

Hoseok laughed, “Every hero faces challenges.”

Thief, rather. Though being called hero did make a flush creep across your cheeks… until reaching the hubbub, where all colour drained from them. The nine Muses were there, a youth knelt and clasping the knees of one of them in the manner of a supplicant.

“Please,” he begged, “I didn’t mean it, it was just a jest!”

They weren’t moved by his tears. “All here heard you set yourself above shining Apollo, speak ill of him. It is only fitting your mouth be sewn shut with a lyre’s string as punishment.”

Hoseok raised his eyebrows, amused. Nice one. He wished he could be there in his real form to do the job himself. But seeing you attempt to gulp the lump in your throat beside him, he could tell you were horrified. Did you fear to share the same fate? You would, in truth, had Hoseok caught you trying to steal his arrows, but now that he knew your justification and was set on seducing you, a different future was to be woven by the Moirai.

He whispered in your ear, “I think I dropped my bag of coins back where we met. I promise I won’t be long.”

You sighed, “I’ll watch the spectacle in the meantime.” To know what to expect when your time came…

The fair-voiced Muses recognised Hoseok as he left, pretended not to. If he was undercover, he must have a reason, and they wouldn’t out him. They weren’t surprised when he returned as Apollo.

He appeared out of nowhere, the god you planned to slight, so beautiful your eyes almost hurt as when one looks at the sun—radiance shone from his head, his curly hair so bright that a golden crown must camouflage in it under the sunlight, much like Hoseok’s. Guilt stung your heart when his gaze found yours and he smiled warmly.

Apollo then turned his attention to the kneeling youth, who’d begun to sweat. “What do we have here?”

“This boy boasted he was a better musician than you.” The Muses laughed, and you almost did too. It was a ridiculous claim.

“Did he?” Apollo’s good mood seemed untempered. “Well, I’ve no time for a music competition, so shall we just agree you’re in the wrong?”

The youth was quick to nod, yet dared not look away from the ground. “Y-Yes, Phoebus!”

“Do you regret your crime?”

“Awfully, lord, I do!”

“Well, tempted as I may be to make an example of you, today I’m feeling merciful. You’re forgiven.”

There was a pause in which the whole forest fell silent, asking themselves if they’d heard right. A god letting pass an act of hubris was unprecedented. You held the air in your lungs, unsure whether to release it in relief, as this might just mean your venture wasn’t doomed.

“Forgiven?” Even the Muses were dumbfounded.

“It’s not often mortals show remorse, so as long as they do, there’s no need for harsh punishment. Especially if they’re pretty.” Apollo glanced at you, making your lips part, before turning around to face the youth again. “Pour a libation for me and we’ll call it a day, eh?”

Later, long-winged Selene was pulling the moon behind her from the chariot she drove in the sky to bring the night when thanks to Zeus’ sacred laws of hospitality, xenia, an old couple near ARGOS was happy to feed you dinner and provide a bed for you to sleep in—one you’d have to share, which was absolutely fine and not the cause of your arisen nerves.

But once lying on it, the tension in your muscles weakened as you listened to Hoseok play a soothing melody on a lyre he’d found in a chest, and a faint smile settled on your lips.

“This song… I once heard Apollo play it,” you confessed. Given Hoseok was the author of it and had taught it to no one yet, he frowned. He was certain he’d never met you before that day, so how could you have heard him play it?

“When?”

“I was a child. Jungkook and I were playing in the forest outside of Pylos when we heard it. We followed the sound and found Apollo sat against a rock with all sorts of animals surrounding him, listening to him play and hum. It was lovely.”

Even though the gods were known to harshly punish mortals who spied on them, Hoseok smiled too. He played often for the animals, so he didn’t know which specific day you were talking about, but he was glad it served as a happy memory that eased your journey into the embrace of sleep. Although it probably had to do more with your brother.

Hoseok couldn’t blame you, as he also loved his sister deeply, had even slain a divine creature for his mother once. Family was as important to you as it was to him and for that very reason, he realised then that Hermes’ staff was already lost to him. There was nothing else you could afford to care about.

Little did you know, there was nothing else Hoseok chose to care about but you.

Early the next morning, you reached Argos, only that you went around instead of through it.

The great city wasn’t closed, but the old couple had warned you Apollo had stung its citizens with his arrows of pestilence because their queen had neglected him in her devotion, sacrificing to all the gods but him. She should’ve accounted for the detail that while one of his sides was healing and medicine, the other was plague and disease.

Hoseok didn’t regret it. It was her fault her people were suffering. But the grim look on your face when you’d been told… He knew the news had cancelled out the hope born inside you yesterday and that you’d immediately asked yourself that if he’d done that over some sacrifices, what would he do to you for stealing from him?

Midway through the day, while hunting for lunch, he decided to lighten the mood.

“But why not? Most priestesses don’t serve for life!”

A part of you hoped Hoseok was exaggerating his dismay at your refusal to marry not to make you laugh, but so you wouldn’t suspect it was in fact real– No. There was no sense to that thought. Where did it even come from? You were a priestess, he was to be married, and you didn’t know each other.

“My family would have to come up with a dowry and they can’t afford it.”

“I think any is a small price to pay for a man to keep your bed warm.”

Oh… so that was it? He was indignant you wouldn’t know such pleasures? You’d never craved them, honestly, rather thought they were only possible for men. Interesting. But not important right now, as opposed to the rabbit moving about in that bush. Nocking an arrow on your bow, you whispered, “The only man I’d ever care to sleep with anyway is Apollo."

Hoseok felt smug for a second, as he followed your step, then reminded himself this was bad. You were supposed to fall for him, not Apollo. “I’m sure every man back in Pylos prays daily that you quit priesthood.”

A snort betrayed you and the rabbit darted away from the bush, so seizing the chance, you released the arrow and assured lunch. “Thanks Apollo!”

“Don’t mention it–” During the short duration of a missed beat, Hoseok’s heart had forgotten that it was common for mortal archers to thank him, the god of archery, when they hit their targets. Sweet merciful Zeus! Why was he on edge? “Uh… D-Don’t mention his name. We don’t want to summon him, do we?”

Before heading to the lifeless rabbit, you nodded, figuring he was right. “I reckon you can’t wait to meet the girl your brothers want you to marry.”

Hoseok didn’t follow after you, instead watched as you picked up the rabbit and struggled to remove the arrow from its body on your way back to his side. By your tone, he could swear you’d spoken from a place of jealousy, distant as though it may be.

“I find I wouldn’t mind if the trip to Corinth lengthened.”

You looked up once near enough to tell him you would, but the words flew away from your mind the moment your eyes landed on him.

Hoseok was pleased he’d taken this appearance. You were mesmerised, eyes narrowing, likely wondering how you hadn’t noticed until now how attracted you were to him!

Or not. “You’ve a spider crawling up a curl.”

Hoseok was starting to think Hermes and Dionysus were right… The warmth of his divine presence tended to do the job for him, his wit and charm really played a secondary role. Now, he was forced to give up the former, but you, Hoseok feared, were proving to be either immune to the latter or remarkably good at pretending so.

Or maybe it was his fault fully… Just, why the hell did he get so nervous around you?! It was like he couldn't muster a grain of confidence. He’d have to make an effort for the first time not just to flirt, but finish a conversation feeling like he had things under control. That he was in charge.

It wouldn’t help that he wasn’t used to being treated as an equal by a mortal. Much less given commands. ‘Skin the rabbits while I gather some wood’, ‘Burn the fat and bones as a sacrifice to Artemis, will you?’... Even when he’d offered you his share because he, as an immortal, didn’t need food to survive, you’d responded with an assertive ‘Eat’. Not to say he didn’t like it. It was amusing, in a way.

But passing by a small lake fed by a waterfall, Hoseok decided it was his turn.

“Fancy a swim?”

“Sure. And to be fed grapes, while I’m at it,” you chuckled, under the impression Hoseok was joking until you turned around and saw him getting rid of his chiton. Your eyes widened like those of Athena’s owl at the sight of his bare body, looked away only once you’d fought through your shock. “My brother’s life is at stake. If you wish to stay, then this is goodb–”

“Oh, come on, just a quick dive. When was the last time you bathed?”

“Back in Pylos.”

“Thought as much.” You discreetly smelled yourself and at once agreed hygiene shouldn’t be neglected. There was just one thing… and by the way you kept quiet, Hoseok noticed. “What, you’re afraid of water?”

“Not water itself, but drowning.” You played with your fingers, embarrassed to say, “I can’t swim…”

A loud laugh made you snap your head towards its source to see Hoseok approach you naked without any shame. To your own surprise, your feet rooted to the ground instead of stepping back as he promised, “I’ll hold you.”

Never would you have imagined you’d strip naked before a stranger and get in a lake with him, but there was something about him that inspired trust. You knew he wouldn’t take advantage, his gaze keeping away from your private parts proved it so. When the two of you slipped into the water, Hoseok kept a firm grip on your waist, even though you managed to touch the bottom if you stood on your tiptoes. For a second you wished you didn’t, so he could hold you even closer…

“Loosen up, Y/N, you’re as taut as a bowstring,” he said in a low voice, as he was so close he needn’t be loud, and you swallowed hard while nodding.

He next told you to move your limbs about and before you knew it, you were swimming and splashing him and giggling.

The dark began to skew the sky with stars sooner than expected, though, and you blamed the pleasant time spent at the lake for it. You were supposed to sleep in Corinth, where the festival of Aphrodisia was being celebrated, but the city was so far that you were going to miss your ship at dawn!

Luckily, Hoseok had a plan.

While you were picking up some flowers to present to foam-born Aphrodite for lack of a proper offering, he snuck away into the forest, somewhere you wouldn’t hear him summon his kin. A mention of Selene’s name was enough for the goddess to have her white horses land before Hoseok.

Elbow resting on the edge of her chariot and palm holding her jaw, Selene sighed, “I’m busy, Apollo, in case you haven’t noticed. Night doesn’t just come on its own.”

“Speaking of which, I need you to hold back the moon until we get to Corinth, me and–”

“Your priestess, yes.” Selene smirked when Hoseok frowned. “It gets boring up there. One resorts to gazing down, and your lame attempts at seducing this girl provide the funniest distraction.”

“Will you help me, or not?”

Selene laughed, “Gladly.”

And so it was that you reached Corinth before midnight, hair however completely dry as the day had lengthened by many hours. You could piece together no explanation for it, so it had to be what Hoseok mused, that the gods must be making mischief.

Despite the late hour, the streets were crowded with pilgrims who sang hymns to the goddess of love and beauty, and every column of every building was entwined with flowers. The air was also perfumed with the scent of cinnamon but as a priestess, you knew that was to mask the spilled blood of the animals being sacrificed outside the great Temple of Aphrodite, that you entered to leave your modest offering.

Hoseok waited outside, and scoffed when he spotted a familiar face dancing in the crowd, a garland crowning his head. It was the mighty messenger Hermes—or Taehyung, as he liked to address himself when mingling among the mortals in such form.

“Didn’t take you for a faithful follower of Aphrodite’s, little brother,” Hoseok laughed when they stood face to face.

“Well, you know her. She’s likely to welcome me back into her bed if I sing her praises. Literally.” Taehyung looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, made appear his herald’s staff out of thin air. “I hope you haven’t forgotten about our bet? Your priestess will die of old age before you make a move on her.”

“Love isn’t born in a day,” Hoseok retorted in his defence, ignoring Taehyung counting to two with his fingers. “Besides, she’s on a mission of her own, it isn’t currently a prime concern of hers. Be patient, I have no deadline.”

"Even all the time in the world won’t be of help to you, Hoseok.” Taehyung patted his shoulder before joining the dancing crowd again.

Soon, you walked out of the temple and came to a stop in front of Hoseok, too quiet. He frowned.

“What is it?”

You looked everywhere but at him. “She must be waiting for you, the girl you seek to wife.”

Ah, jealous? “I think she’ll be pleased if I keep you company until your ship sets sail tomorrow. Make sure no harm comes to you.”

Since you did want to be with Hoseok for a bit longer, the corners of your mouth quirked into a smile.

The night was spent in a cloud of food, drink, dance, song, and laughter. You loved Jungkook dearly, but it was alleviating to set aside the anxiety suffered for his fate, as well as yours. Wine was good at that, casting away all the bad from one’s mind.

At some point, Hoseok decided it was bedtime. Relying on xenia and the generosity of strangers, he knocked on the first door he saw and a family surely opened it to welcome you in. They showed you to a spare room after some chatting and the second you were alone, you wrapped your arms around Hoseok’s neck and made your lips join.

He was taken aback, but readily licked both your lips before kissing you back ardently, like you were the goddess and he your worshipper. You closed the distance between your bodies to melt into his warm embrace. Hoseok knew you craved him inside, so as a tease, he slipped his tongue in your mouth when you relaxed your jaw and slid it across yours as his cock would. That caused you to moan, and your core pulsate with lust. This might be one of your last nights alive, so why not treat it as such and give in to your desires? To the sweet passion Hoseok stirred inside you?

You would’ve, had he not suddenly pulled back.

Your mouth tried to seek his, even let out a few whines, but he wasn’t having it. Why? Why too did he look like he was suppressing annoyance?

Hoseok did want to savour every sweet bit of you, but what he’d tasted on your tongue was an abundance of Dionysus’ wine. In truth, he only needed take a look at you, so drunk you could barely stand, supporting your weight on him not to stumble. Hoseok sighed.

As a god, he wasn’t subjected to the laws of man. They didn’t apply to him, nor did their morality, so plundering you in that state wasn’t a crime. Mortals were created out of clay to serve the immortals and be playthings to them… and yet Hoseok wanted to earn your love. Not because of the bet, which meant less to him the more time he spent with you, but because he was catching feelings himself.

Besides, none of this was real to begin with. You were just convinced you were going to die, hence why you were doing what you normally wouldn’t.

“Not like this, Y/N.” And carefully, he led you to the bed, where you fell asleep in a matter of minutes.

Your eyes fluttered open when Selene’s sister Eos cast open the gates of dawn.

An ache grounding into your temples, you sat up only to realise the other side of the bed was empty, thanked the gods for it when memories of the previous night resurfaced and embarrassment drowned you. What had you done?

And more urgently, what time was it?

You couldn’t risk missing that ship, so you slapped your own cheek—yes—and pulled yourself together, dismissing every thought that didn’t include Jungkook before joining the family for a quick yet lively breakfast.

The walk to the port was however a quiet one, where neither you or Hoseok seemed to know how to get rid of the awkwardness, and because of that, it was disconcerting when he held your hands once stood by the ship you were to embark, so tenderly like they were injured and he didn’t want to hurt you.

“I want to come with you.”

It took you a second to react. “No. We don’t both need to suffer the wrath of a god.”

“But I won’t let you die.”

You withdrew your hands, smiling wistfully. “My death is not for you to impede.”

Hoseok bit his tongue. “Have faith. We will meet again.”

Sailing away you pondered over how, if you ever did see Hoseok again, it would be as a married man. You’d rather rot in the depths of Hades’ dead kingdom.

For the moment, you prayed Poseidon was in a good mood and his waters remained peaceful as fortunately, your destination was another: the home of the Muses, as the cave in MOUNT PARNASSUS was known to be, and the place where Apollo’s golden bow and arrows were safeguarded when he had no need for them.

Merely crossing the gulf of Corinth would take you a full day, so in the meantime, Hoseok set off to Pylos. He wanted to get to the truth of the matter.

He found your brother guarded only by bronze bars, snuggled up on the cold floor of the palace’s underground cells. Apollo squatted next to him to tuck behind his ear the fluffy dark hair that covered his face, and a whisper of Jungkook’s name was enough to waken him.

Indeed, it was wide awake how he screamed and cowered at the corner of the cell.

“It’s been but four days, the king said I had seven! You can’t execute me yet, whatever the prince says!”

“I’m no executioner, Jungkook. I’m Apollo.”

“The new cook?”

“The Olympian!”

“Oh…” Yes, he should’ve guessed it was absurd for the palace’s new cook to come greet him in his cell. Wait– Did this man say he was Olympian Apollo? Jungkook rubbed the remaining sleep off his eyes and wondered how he could not have recognised those shiny blond curls! “Oh.”

The god barely stifled an eye-roll. “I’m here to hear what happened. Tell me, and know that I’ll see a shadow behind your words if you lie.”

Jungkook gulped. “I was wrongly accused, lord. It is the prince who should be sentenced to death.”

Apollo cocked his head to a side. “The prince?”

“I’m his serving boy. The other day, I overheard him plot against the king with his stepmother. Everybody knows they’re having an affair… Well, everybody but the king, of course. I was going to warn His Grace, but the prince caught me and claimed I was the one behind the plot. The king decided that I’d be executed in four days from now if my older sister Y/N failed to bring him–” Jungkook shut his lips at once.

“My golden arrows.”

Oh, no. He knew of your quest? “Y/N is a priestess of your temple here in Pylos! She’s devoted to you, of all the heavenly gods fears your wrath most!”

“I know.” Apollo stood up and gave him a reassuring smile. “As I know you are telling me the truth.”

At nightfall, you arrived in DELPHI, heart hammering its way through your chest, as on the morrow you’d reach Mount Parnassus and carry through your blasphemous theft.

The nerves were clearly not going to let you sleep, so there was no point in making use of Zeus’ xenia. Instead, you were waiting for the change of guards at the entrance of the great Temple of Apollo—where the high priestess Pythia served as an oracle uttering prophecies under divine possession—so you could sneak in. Once inside, you walked to the end of the naos only to kneel before a tall statue of Apollo that made no justice to his ethereal beauty, and raised your hands into the air with your eyes closed.

“Hear me, child of Leto, he who presides over this temple! If ever I’ve served you in the past, if ever you’ve loved your sister as I love my brother and would do anything for him, grant my prayer and… do take out your vengeance on me. But not tomorrow when I rob you of your arrows, only after I have saved my Jungkook from the sword. Please, heed me!”

“I’ve never known anyone so foolish as to announce to a god her plan to steal from him.”

Your eyes snapped open to see the Pythia lurking in the shadows behind the statue. Shit.

Coming to your feet, you wanted to reach for your quiver and cut her life short before she alerted the guards. You were in a sacred place, but what was one more unforgivable sin?

What stopped you were Apollo’s own lethal weapons, his golden arrows, magically appearing in her hands.

“Phoebus has cursed them. Any who isn’t him and uses them will perish,” the Pythia explained flatly, as if she was hearing his voice in her head and repeating them out loud. “He wants you to give them to your king.”

She handed you the arrows, at which you stared astounded. Apollo knew? Had heard your prayers?

“What of my fate?”

“No harm will come to you by his hand, or any other,” she promised. “You’re under his protection now.”

Tears quickly flooded your eyes and then streamed down your cheeks. Your shaky breath morphed into a laugh and your laugh into a sob, all out of relief. Hoseok randomly crossed your mind, and the next question you didn’t know whether was addressed to the Pythia or yourself. “But why?”

She approached and cupped your cheeks, using her thumbs to wipe your tears gently. Even if you neither knew nor trusted her, you didn’t step back. Her touch was warm, felt strangely familiar…

“Because he’s looked into your heart and seen his light.”

Apollo was done with Hoseok for the moment. Or so he’d thought.

He’d meant to watch you from the clouds save your brother and be done with the ‘tomorrow I may die, so I’ll behave like nothing matters because nothing does’ cast of mind. He wanted to matter to you, to be loved by you.

Alas, his hopes and dreams were crushed.

The fifth day of your quest you spent sailing back to Corinth, but your sixth one, you finished entering Argos. Now, why in Hades would you do that?! Death dwelled in that city, had you forgotten? Or mayhap… you feared not disease, after being told Apollo would protect you.

Alright. He’d make you invulnerable like Achilles, then. No problem. He was about to when he saw two guards suddenly arrest you for no apparent reason in the middle of the street and drag you to the palace. Immediately, Apollo took the appearance of Hoseok and stormed off from Olympus—though really not that bothered in view of the fact that it meant he got to meet you again.

You, however, weren’t sure you were glad to see him. Not there, at least.

“Y/N, what a coincidence!” he joked before the guard manhandling him into the throne room forced him on his knees next to you. “Do you buy your vegetables here too?”

“Who is this?” the queen asked annoyed.

She was standing in front of the two of you, a small crowd of courtiers gathered as an expectant audience that seemed to be about to watch some spectacle. If only you knew what it was about. You’d been shoved there with no explanation, were about to demand one right before Hoseok showed up.

“He says he’s her companion, Your Grace.”

The queen frowned. “But the prophecy spoke of one only…”

Hoseok quelled a frown. Prophecies passed through him, and there was none yet that involved Argos. No, the city was supposed to suffer until he saw fit.

You, on your part, had had enough. Had wasted enough time. “I command you let us go right now! You’ve no reason to detain us!”

The queen scoffed, looking down both at and on you. “You command me, brat? I’d order your death if you weren’t already destined to have your throat slit at the sacrificial altar.”

What? In dismay, you turned to a Hoseok who seemed to not fear the queen of Argos at all, rather looked at her suspiciously.

“Perhaps if you were as kind as to tell us why, Your Grace,” he asked, disdain hidden behind his faked respectful tone. The queen wasn’t blind to it, but let it pass, choosing to just glare at him.

“Over the smallest thing, Apollo has cursed the whole of Argos with a plague. My seer claims the only way to appease his anger is to sacrifice in holy ritual the one person who dares enter the city.”

Hoseok almost laughed. Her seer was a fraud.

“Your Grace!”

Before you could even whip your head around, a guard had snatched the golden arrows from your quiver and walked over to the queen. You tried to stand up to retrieve them, but another guard held you down.

“What have we here?” The queen realised whom the arrows belonged to the second she had a closer look, gasped in shock. “It cannot be! Are these–”

“Mine.”

Everyone, including you, stared at Hoseok in disbelief.

The queen faced him. “So, you’re the thief?” Oh, no, of course! He didn’t know what had happened in Delphi, believed you’d stolen the arrows and would be punished by anyone who found out… Fool. Why would he cover for you? “Well, well. Apollo’s stolen weapons returned and a double human sacrifice… My loyal subjects, tomorrow Argos is saved!”

A loud cheer erupted, one you could still hear from the dark cell you and Hoseok were taken to by guards who then left to celebrate, trusting the bars to do their job.

You joined your palms and forehead with the wall, mumbled, “What use is your protection now that I’m stuck?” Hoseok knew that question was addressed at Apollo. The next one, however, asked as you turned around and walked up to him, was loud and clear and meant for Hoseok. “And what are you doing here? Are you mad?”

He flinched back, confused. Weren’t you happy to see him? “I came for you.”

You wanted to ask ‘What about the plague?’, but what instead came out was, “What about the other girl?”

Other… So you already considered yourself his?

Hoseok gazed into your eyes as he confessed, “My brothers wanted me to meet a girl, and I have.”

Your lips parted slightly. He’d turned down a possible bride in favour of you? He was mad. Mad enough to return whatever feelings you were struggling to suppress. You turned away from him, arms crossed. “A girl who’ll lead you to your death.”

Neither of you was dying tomorrow, Hoseok would sooner kill the whole of Argos than let anyone lay a finger on you.

“A girl who’d love me.”

Frozen in your spot, you daren’t turn around. Love was a strong word, and you’d known this man for just a few days. Eros’ arrow can’t have pierced your skin! Although… you couldn’t deny it must have grazed or scratched it.

“I don’t, I’m a priestess. What happened the other night… was a mistake. I’m sorry, I regret it.”

Since you weren’t looking, Hoseok allowed his lips an ironic smile. He could tell you were lying, trying to convince yourself rather than him. “You can both love Apollo and be in love with me.”

Shocked, you turned around. “Are you asking me to risk my position in order to what, be your lover?”

“It’s the gods who’ve brought us together,” Hoseok explained, walking closer. You held your breath, “who’ve shut the gates of my mind so I can think only of you. I believe the gods wouldn’t put your position in peril.”

And true that was. Priestesses were supposed to be spouses of the deities they served, so once Hoseok revealed his identity, you’d be relieved to learn your vow of chastity hadn’t been broken, as he was the only one it didn’t apply to.

You glanced down at his lips, then shook your head as though resisting a spell. “In my mind, there is only Jungkook.” The cell wasn’t too spacious, but out of stress you still paced around it. “And now we’ll die apart because I trusted a god who may have tricked me.”

Hoseok chuckled in the middle of the deep breath you were taking to calm down.

“You didn’t think I came here without a plan?” He walked over to put his hands on your shoulders and give them a gentle squeeze, putting an end to your pacing. “I’ll do everything in my power to reunite you with your brother. Do you trust me?”

You remembered when he told you to have faith you’d meet again. And you had. Besides, what other choice was there? “I do.”

Hoseok let go of you and went to lie down on the small bed, hands behind his head and eyes closed. “Then we’ll have to wait a couple of hours.”

You stared at him. He really didn’t want to just bed you, was actually looking out for you in a way Apollo was failing to. Or maybe he had sent him… Either way, Hoseok meant not to demand your love but deserve it, making your problems his like you shared a soul and body—and his, you realised then, you no longer wanted to resist.

“A couple of hours?” Hoseok nodded. “Well… it’s cold.”

“It is?”

You sighed, not knowing how to say it. “You once told me any is a small price for a man to keep your bed warm.”

Hoseok opened his eyes before the sentence was over and propped himself up on one elbow. You sat on the edge of the bed, a trembling hand rising that shyly caressed his cheek until he placed his own over it, and pressed a bit harder so you could really feel him, how hot his divine silver blood—known as ichor—was turning. You did, flashes of the night you kissed him making it into your mind. How his lips felt around yours, his tongue inside your mouth, your bodies pushed together…

Both leaned in at the same time, melting in a kiss that led to a night of pleasure dedicated to Aphrodite.

Meanwhile, Dionysus was doing his part.

Having taken the form he liked to call Jimin, he’d pretended to be a cupbearer at the feast the queen of Argos had held to celebrate the end of her punishment. No one noticed he didn’t belong as he poured his special, unmixed wine into the cups of every person in attendance, masking its strong taste with his powers. In a matter of hours, the whole court had lost their senses and passed out where they were, as mortal parties tended to finish in the presence of the god of intoxication.

Satisfied, he skipped his way to the cells, where he found you and Hoseok all cuddled up, skins glowing with the vigour you had loved each other with.

Jimin waved his hand and the cell’s door opened slowly, as though by a draft, but you turned around at once to see no one. “The gods be praised!”

Only seen and heard by a Hoseok who kept gesturing him to leave behind your back, Jimin laughed, “Dionysus, specifically.”

He disappeared then, and you and Hoseok didn’t hesitate to get out of there. What you did hesitate to believe was what your eyes witnessed once, in search of Apollo’s confiscated golden arrows, you entered the banquet hall. A whole court in the arms of Morpheus…

“There they are,” Hoseok whispered not to wake anyone, pointing at the end of the table, where the queen sat and in front of whom the arrows lied.

He walked over to get them, staring at the woman responsible for so much offence. Shielding the action with his body so you wouldn’t see, Hoseok grazed her arm with the tip of one of his sharp arrows, drawing blood. That was enough for her breath to still, her life to end.

You made it safely outside the city, near the house of the elderly couple who’d hosted you days past, even, but at some point you looked up at the moon and halted your rushed pace a tad abruptly, forcing Hoseok to do so as well since you were holding hands.

He frowned. “I don’t think this is the time to sightsee, Y/N.”

“But what’s the point?” you cried. “Pylos is more than two days away. There’s no way we can get there before sunrise.”

Hoseok looked up at the sky behind you, smiled. “Indeed. Though we might get there at the same time.”

You turned around for a peach-coloured sunlight to filter through the clouds and blind you.

Hold on, how could this be? It had been night for only some hours! And yet, before the two of you landed her chariot Selene’s sister, the rosy-fingered Eos. You held Hoseok’s hand tightly. In the presence of a goddess, one could not help but feel tense.

“You, child. Are you Y/N of Pylos?”

“I am, l-lady.”

She smiled kindly. “I’ve been sent to give you a ride, Y/N. I believe your king expects you.”

Relief washing over, you grinned at Hoseok, who caressed the back of your hand with his thumb. “This must be Apollo’s doing!”

“Must be, yes.”

You turned back to Eos and nodded. “Off we go, then, lady.”

In about twenty minutes, people in front of the palace of Pylos were making space for the white horses to land their chariot.

Everyone stared in awe. Doubtless they’d thought you were going to fail, yet here you were escorted by a goddess, with Apollo’s golden arrows in your quiver, and… a foreign man holding your hand?

Once Eos had flown away to drag along the dawn to the West, you discerned on the judgemental faces of the Pylians the conclusions they had jumped to. Conclusions that were correct. You had given your virginity to a stranger, become a whore in the eyes of the world…

Hoseok was the one who let go of the hand he’d been holding ever since you lay together, and you missed his touch right away, like it was the air your lungs needed to breathe. He put some distance between you and with a respectful bow of his head—that was just for show—said, “After you, priestess.”

Eager to hold Jungkook in your arms again, you nodded, then led the way to the throne room.

The second you walked in, all heads turned to the king, who was sat on his throne on the top of some steps, looking at you in the same shocked manner everyone was. Nobody dared say a word. The only sounds in the room were first that of your feet taking you in front of the steps, Hoseok closely behind, and second that of you reaching into your quiver to get hold of the arrows.

The king leaned forward as though spellbound by the beauty of the deadly weapons, without taking his eyes off them ordered a guard, “Bring the boy.”

You turned to smile at Hoseok and he smiled back, but once you’d directed your attention to the door, he continued glaring at the greedy king. He obviously believed luck was on his side, given you’d come back from a suicide mission with a prize for him, but he’d soon learn the gods were not to be fucked with.

“Y/N!” Jungkook exclaimed as the guard dragged him into the throne room. Having eyes only for your brother, you didn’t notice the prince and his stepmother arrived next and took the king’s side while sharing worried looks. Hoseok did, sensed they feared Jungkook would reveal their plot now that he wasn’t going to be executed. You were about to go make sure he was alright, but the king’s voice stopped you.

“Uh-uh. The arrows first.”

Apollo’s curse in mind, you carefully presented them to him. Hoseok watched as he examined them while you ran to embrace Jungkook free of impediment, then passed them on to his son.

Who wasted no time in stabbing his neck with one of them.

Gasps and screams tore the silence apart, echoing as if they came from the stage of a theatre. In fairness, you might as well be in a tragedy play.

Shielding Jungkook with your body out of instinct, you kept still not to draw the gloating prince and his stepmother’s attention, eyes wandering to a Hoseok who otherwise walked over to you without a care for the blood crime just committed. The murder of one’s relatives was against the natural order, punished by the Erinyes themselves. Fortunately for the prince, he wouldn’t be tormented by the goddesses of vengeance, as the curse was already doing its work, causing him to choke in the midst of a speech in which he was declaring himself the new king of Pylos.

To everyone’s confusion but yours, he fell down the steps, lifeless before reaching the floor. His stepmother and lover shrieked, knelt beside him to try to shake him awake, but to no avail. It was then when she found you among the courtiers and through her tears and grief, glared at you.

“What have you done?!” she shouted, Hoseok alone noticed, surreptitiously curling her fingers around the shaft of one of the golden arrows scattered about. “I’ll have your head for this!”

What followed happened so quickly that you had little time to react.

Arrow raised in a fist, the queen lunged herself at you, but Hoseok stopped her right before she reached you by grabbing her wrist, and as she fought to free herself, he received a small cut on the hand. Eyes wide with horror, you gasped.

No.

No, no, no, no…

“Is his blood silver?” Jungkook whispered to himself, and after a second his words transformed from a distant, incoherent echo to a clear question. Upon realising he was right, you frowned.

Hoseok snatched the arrow from the queen and she stumbled backwards, glancing at the guards.

“Come to the aid of your queen, I command you!”

Despite their reluctance, they were going to, but froze when Hoseok nocked the arrow on his bow and this one turned from wooden to gold before their eyes… and not just that.

Something changed about his appearance. Was it the hair? The eyes? You couldn’t tell. It was subtle enough to miss it yet substantial enough to know that your Hoseok was actually a god in disguise.

No other than Apollo, in all his glory!

As you blinked a few times trying to make sense of it, he aimed his arrow at the queen, and playing deaf to her pleas, slew her. Of course, his curse wouldn’t apply to an immortal.

When he turned around, a sea of courtiers fell to their knees, but he cared only about you, standing there in shock. Suddenly taking pity, he didn’t look forward at all to telling you he’d tricked you because of a bet…

A man thankfully rose to his feet and approached him before he had the chance to open his mouth. “Heavenly lord! You’ve blessed Pylos with your presence to free us from a family unworthy of our throne. Tell us, what can we ever do to thank you?”

Hoseok– or Apollo? This was tough, since you could somehow see both at the same time... Well, whoever, replied, “For now, consign the bodies of these three to the UNDERWORLD with all proper rites and burn them.”

Had Hoseok’s voice always been honeyed? His words certainly were... Though looking back, he’d never lied to you, just tip-toed around the truth. Didn’t make you feel any better, but he was a god. What an insignificant mortal felt must be irrelevant to him.

The courtier nodded, followed along with everyone the guards who carried the dead royal family outside of the throne room. Only you and Jungkook remained. And him.

“Leave us, little brother,” you ordered softly.

“But–”

“Listen to your sister. Fear not, I won’t harm her.”

Jungkook trusted that, he just didn’t want to leave your side ever again. However, it became clear to him that defying a god was the stupidest idea when he met his eyes. There was a subtle threat reflected on them.

He didn’t need to be told twice to go then, and the silence he left behind was beyond tense.

You daren’t look at Apollo now that you were alone. The man you’d spoken so casually to, bossed around, shouted at, made love with. But when you did muster some courage, you realised he didn’t seem so different in appearance, it was just that you weren’t blind to his splendour anymore.

He beckoned you to come closer and you obeyed with your face cast down as, would he punish you for doing the king’s bidding and stealing from him, after all? To your relief, he only raised your chin gently to make you look at him, but your eyes instead landed on the small cut on his hand, and without thinking you held it to check whether it was deep, careful not to touch his blood as ichor was deadly to mortals.

“Y-You’re hurt…”

“This little thing?” Apollo smiled at your concern, as it was no more than a scratch. He blew his divine breath on the wound and in seconds, it healed completely. “I suppose I owe you an explanation.”

“You owe me nothing, lord.”

“Hoseok is fine. I rather like the sound of it when you say it.” He sighed when you just nodded. “We didn’t meet by chance, Y/N. Hermes and Dionysus dared me to seduce the first mortal my eyes set upon without revealing my identity.” Oh, so worse than you’d imagined. “It didn’t occur to me that you’d beat me to it.”

Your lips parted in confusion. “To seducing you? But I’ve done nothing but disrespect Apollo– I mean, Hoseok– Uh, you…”

He chuckled, “Believe me, I know. Without meaning to, you’ve bewitched a god well enough to make him overlook hubris. Do you know what that means?”

You shook your head.

“It means I am in love with you, and that I want you to be mine.” You avoided his gaze out of shyness, but he cupped your cheeks and kissed you like he had done back in that cell less than an hour ago, taking your breath away—only this time, you felt the heat of the sun itself on your lips. He pulled back only to whisper against them, “You know I do not lie.”

You did know that. But could you forgive so easily being deceived over a bet? Even the god of whom you were a priestess?

Truth was, it wasn’t just the fear of what then seemed to be a certain death by the hands of Apollo that drew you to his embrace the night before you left Corinth. Neither was it just lust in Argos. He’d earned your love, so much so that you’d agreed to become his lover, were likely going to quit being a priestess at some point to be wed to him. The bet was won long ago, he knew he needn’t claim your maidenhood for it, and yet he’d stuck around.

A different face mattered not.

He loved you, and you loved him.

“I am already yours.”

Hoseok hummed pleased before you kissed him, and you felt his smile grow under your lips. It made you smile too, and the two separated to laugh. Then, he headed to the steps to pick up his golden arrows and put them in his quiver.

“You’re leaving?”

“I must leave for Olympus. I have responsibilities I’ve set aside this past week, but I’ll come back whenever you utter a prayer to me. I promise.”

He saw the disappointment on your face and placed a hand over your belly, making you frown. “Intimacy with the gods always bears fruit. I can already feel twins growing inside you, and I cannot wait to raise them alongside you.”

At the thought of your children playing around the forest the same way you and Jungkook once did—or Apollo and Artemis, at that—you couldn’t help but smile again. Not to mention that you would not only preserve your position as a priestess, but also be revered for giving a god descendants.

Hoseok kissed you one last time, and when you opened your eyes, he was gone, but his warmth remained.

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voxval oneshot :D I have another one that's straight porn ready to be posted but I really like this one and wanted to post it. I'm a little tired of the interpretations of Vox and Valentino I've been seeing, so I wanted to write something showing how I see him. Vox is my favorite character, so I have a lot of strong opinions and feelings about him. Well uh, enjoy!

Valentino's top set of hands drag down Vox's front, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles in the fabric. His wicked smile reflects at Vox in the mirror. Vox adjusts his cuffs and straightens his bowtie; Valentino's bottom pair of hands rests at his waist.

"Look at you," Val purrs, his eyes lingering on the sleek black suit Vox had changed into for their dinner date. It's not just new and well-tailored, it's a masterpiece that accentuates Vox's every curve. Vox isn't into fashion like Valentino and Valevette, but he does like to look nice and sharp. He also knows that Valentino likes a man in a nice suit.

"You like it?" Vox asks, his voice a little husky as he eyes Valentino's expression in the mirror. He looks hungry, sending a wave of heat straight down between Vox's legs. Valentino's finger traces the embroidered red V on the collar of Vox's suit collar, the same color as Valentino's wings, and he presses the length of his body against Vox's back, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

"I like it very much," Val mumbles, bottom hands tightening around his waist. Vox smiles and checks the time on his watch; they'll be late for their reservation if Val keeps this up. Not like it matters, they're the fucking Vees. The table will be held until they arrive. "You look sexy in black, papito," Val comments, stepping back and turning Vox around to face him. Valentino crosses his bottom arms and uses one of the top ones to tilt Vox's screen up to look him in the eyes, touch lingering. "the embroidery was a nice touch," his voice is a little breathy like he's getting worked up from just looking at Vox. Vox knows he's been deemed forgiven for their fight earlier this week. He could stop the whole date and take Valentino to bed, and all would be well.

"Only the best for you, Val. You know that," Vox smiles, grabbing the hand resting on Vox's shoulder, palm pressed against the embroidery, and bringing it to his lips to kiss. Val smiles, wings fluttering and antenna fluttering happily. Vox forces his smile to remain a facsimile of soft affection, hiding away the shark's smirk that threatens to take over. Val is so easy. All it takes to get Val back under his thumb is a few sweet acts and letting him feel in control. Vox would think it's pathetic if Valentino's cooperation wasn't his goal. "Shall we?" Vox asks, offering his arm. Val laughs and uncrosses his bottom arms to hook one around Vox's.

"We shall. Lead the way, amorcito," Val giggles like a schoolgirl with a crush, and Vox resists the urge to roll his eyes. He keeps a smile on his face and leads Valentino down to the limo. He holds the door open and chuckles at how Val's cheeks get dark. Vox plays the gentlemanly role, treating Valentino how he thinks he deserves to be treated. These dates always work to satiate Valentino's need for attention. When they fight, or Vox gets too busy with his games, Val will go off the wall, and Vox will apologize and grovel in the way he knows Val likes. Then, to show his "devotion," he'll invite Valentino to a nice restaurant, treat him to the best wine, and fuck his brains out until Valentino forgives him. Vox doesn't mind displaying himself; the more Val thinks he's in control, the easier it is for Vox to manipulate him. If Val believes he's winning their little game, it means he has no real idea of what's going on. So, Vox suffers on the empty masquerade and dances the steps he knows like the back of his hand. He pretends, lies, and acts. He gives Valentino just enough to keep him where he wants.

It's all so dull, but it needs to be done.

Valentino is so fucking easy, Vox lays a hand on his knee, and Val looks at Vox like he hung the moon and stars. He thinks Vox doesn't see.

#outdated.technology #val hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel #staticmoth #voxval #evil toxic yaoi #no one writes vox evil enough #hazbin writing #I don't know how tags work in this fandom help me #shoutout of commenter who said I wouldn't get harassed for posting this #valentino hazbin hotel #valentino x vox

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we're starting to get into the spooky months now, so what better way to close out the summer vibes than with a fic rec list!!

unfortunately, the original of this post got messed up through my queue and it left me discouraged and not really with the energy to go all out like i usually do so i apologize if the reviews are a little lackluster this time around, but i did love and adore every single one of these fics 💜

if you wanna see more more of my fic recs and favs, i have em all on my recs blog, here!! please note the navi page is still under construction!!

and of course, if you have any fic recs of your own, feel free to send em my way here or on my sideblog - i love finding new fics and writers!! 💜

Javier Peña

birthday bash || a pile of cards - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ what else can i say? cute. adorable. perfect. made me feel like it was my birthday, because this was fic was such a gift. i don't know how jo is able to write the cutest and most fun relationship dynamics, but it makes my heart soar every time.

late night texts || iv. before the gold and glimmer | bonus scene: phone sex | v. you make me feel wild | vi. the place where i want to be | bonus scene: wicked games you play | vii. oh the sweetest thing - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ i will never not be in love with the way jo writes javi, and the absolute beauty of her writing. the way this relationship builds and feels so real with equals parts teasing and the shyness of the first time meeting someone you kinda sorta know always leaves me stunned.

John "Soap" MacTavish

run away to me || i. - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i'm warning y'all now, hal has spoiled me this month and a lot of the fics on this list are gonna be hers. but to start we're talking about this fantastic fic. blacksmith!soap was not something i knew i needed and i am foaming at the mouth to see where this goes.

soap comforting reader - @nrdmssgs

✧ coming from someone who's had very similar anxieties around meeting a significant other's family, this hit very close to home and was so. damn. sweet. i love this so much and soap being an absolute sweetheart here was just icing on the cake.

John Price

glitter and gold || snippet - @writeforfandoms

✧ i could talk about this fic for hours. not only have i read it about a hundred times, but this fic helped inspire me to start drawing again. one of my top favorite comfort fics, everything about it is perfect. dragon!price being so in love with his wife, princess!reader finding joy and love and freedom with her new husband, the little appearances from the rest of the 141. it's all just perfect.

cardigan || part 1. it starts in a bar - @as-is-above-so-below

✧ price x teacher!reader was a lovely idea that i have been waiting for with baited breath and it did not disappoint. esp this part:

“Believe me. I get it. My career makes it difficult to find time for much of anything.”

“Yeah, well, I have sixteen kids.”

i love sassy teacher!reader.

songs that sound like sea-foam || (ii) | (iii) - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ this fic destroyed me. i had to call my mom and talk to her about it because i loved it so much. idk how to describe it, this filled me with a beautiful sense of longing and nostalgia of the classic fairytales my parents used to read me before bed

all, most, some, none - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ mmkay just one second while i-

lions and ibexes - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i love husband!price, don't get me wrong, but i think farah was the real star of this fic. her characterization is wonderful, and the talk she and reader have is so sad (for lack of a better word) but also hopeful and real. i want to have a love the way hal writes it in her fics.

late night cookies - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ perfect dad!price fic right here. really hit me right in the unresolved daddy issues. good job.

where did you sleep last night - @captainfern

✧ i might just be a sucker for pet names like my love and darling, but this was so unbelievably sweet. reader missing price so much that they light one of his cigars just for the familiar smell of him?? i'm aldkasjl i love this so much.

glory to the reaper - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ the ability of hal to just present us with pure poetry like it's no big deal is just ugh chef's kiss. like all of this here:

How can life go on when such things are uttered to light? When they’re buried deep into your marrow like the dirt on top of a grave?

How can the Reaper knock at your doorways when love exists in such quantity…in the fractures of his eyes? Only when his lips brush yours do you understand.

absolutely stunning.

ducky socks - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ dad!price strikes again by breaking my heart in the best possible way and gluing it back together with pure sweetness and a wholesome father-daughter relationship.

Keegan P. Russ

for the weak and weary - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i am of a simple mind. i see hal has written a keegan fic, i drop everything and read the keegan fic, i sob uncontrollably and struggle to read through my tears, i scroll back up to the top and read again.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

some nights are like that - @deadbranch

✧ insert ohmygod they were roommates meme here. i love gaz, i love friends to lovers, i love roommates to lovers, i love everything about this fic. it's cute, it's sweet, it made me giggle. 10/10 will read again.

cult of vagabonds || chapter six: storm-flying petrels - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i crave this series like something else let me tell you, and each chapter completely delivers. reader is somehow so frustrating and so relatable at the same time, no regard for her own life but also...same.

to be in love - @lethalchiralium

✧ am i biased because i requested this? yes. but also because this is cute and wholesome and perfect and the idea of gaz buying flowers for his crush makes me smile like an idiot and keri did a perfect job with this.

paper rings - @lethalchiralium

✧ this is me staring at keri after she's written one of the most perfect gaz prompts i've ever read and giving me the cutest, sweetest, most wholesome treat.

get behind me - @writeforfandoms

✧ i love fall fair stuff. corn mazes, haunted houses, bobbing for apples, all of it. and it's even better with the addition of gaz. soap being a little shit had me laughing, but gaz being such a sweetheart (and a little bit of a tease) just had my smiling and giggling to myself.

there’s no need to panic, i’m right here now, aren’t i? you’re safe - @writeforfandoms

✧ gaz is the best boi and even more so when jen writes him. i love the way she portrays him being so soft and comforting, but also not afraid to take care of problems for his significant other. and, as someone who's had loud neighbors, i wish i had gaz there to take care of them for me too 😭

Miguel O'Hara

glass houses - @lethal-chiralium

✧ actual picture of me pretending to be okay after reading this and having my heart shATTERED INTO A MILLION PIECES HOW DARE YOU KERI

welcome to new york || 3 | 4 - @writeforfandoms

✧ i consume these chapters as if they're a decadent slice of cake made just for me and they're so fucking delicious every time. i love lyla and jess in this fic (i love everyone in this fic tbh, but i gotta support the girlies) and this part right here:

(Note to self: bring a sweater.)

literally me. i love this so much and can't wait see where it goes.

hammock by the sea - @wyvernest

✧ the way this fic made me want to enjoy a sunny july afternoon on my honeymoon with miguel in a hammock soooo bad. idk if feel-good can be used to describe a fic, but that's how i feel about this one. it's a feel-good fic, makes me soft and happy and wistful.

spider-girl!reader|| you haven't kissed me all day | jealous miguel | saying i love you for the first time - @luveline

✧ luveline never misses with the miguel fics. every single one is A+ 10/10 chef's kiss. the domesticity while also keeping miguel his grumpy self is just lakdjaksl i'm so weak for luveline's fics and her portrayal of miguel.

Multi

dead disco || chapter 6 - @peachesofteal

✧ i really gotta read this series in small doses, because the way it makes my heart ache cannot be healthy. i just want everything to work out, for them to be happy but goddamn does peach want me to suffer (and i happily thank her for it)

how do they cuddle - @homicidal-slvt

✧ this has any and everyone in it, but more importantly it has my boys, gaz and roach and that's all that matters to me. gaz being the type to do a little kiss attack is so cute and something i can see him doing and roach tracing little shapes and letters i'm screaming. also graves being an absolute menace, you're so right for that.

Nikto

ravishing allure || prologue | cake for a dead man (i) -@halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ do i know who nikto is? not in the slightest. did that stop me from dropping everything to read this series? not in the slightest. will i ever be normal about one of hal's amazing fics? not in the slightest :)

Phillip Graves

close your eyes for me, love - @writeforfandoms

✧ protective graves just does something for me. like, of course, he's a little shit and all that, but, as we've seen in canon, that man is loyal to a fault so it makes sense that loyalty would extend to his significant other. and also the way jen writes him just makes me blush and giggle so that's a plus 🤭

Rodolfo Parra

pressing their foreheads together - @writeforfandoms

✧ i read Warnings: soft domestic fluff and kissing. and knew this fic was gonna be made for me. and i was right. this fic made me sigh longingly. i am so astronomically weak for the way jen writes this man and the way she writes soft domesticity.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

the safe house has seen better days - @ghostaholics

✧ how does it feel to have such a perfect understanding of a character and then create such a gorgeous fic on top of that??

Always staying awake, always assigning himself to the graveyard shift for watch while everyone else squeezes in a few hours of rest before the sun comes up.

i am in awe of ms. ghostaholics and her beautiful ability to turn characterization into pure poetry.

hired as a live-in house cleaner - @ceilidho

✧ i👏🏼love👏🏼this👏🏼fic👏🏼 this turned me into a big ol' soft pile of hearts and mush ugghh just the perfect amount of fluff. very cute but subtle too and y'know i think that fits ghost pretty well.

the team is invited to a wedding - @rileyslibrary

✧ one thing about me: i love a wedding. and this fic right here? absolutely delivered. it's got everything: ghost, gaz cameo, a wedding, macarons. not to mention the A+ banter between ghost and reader, i love them and this fic so much.

happiness || white carnations - @lethal-chiralium

✧ happiness hurts in a way that leaves me somehow longing for more and i can't describe it any other way. i think keri is determined to figure out how many different ways she can break my heart with angst and fluff and i couldn't be more thankful.

circles and squares - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ i know i gushed about this fic already, but i'm gonna do it again. the best way to describe my feelings about this is that i would dedicate an entire section of my bookshelf just for jo's writing. the way she perfectly balances the differences between ghost and simon. the way he's stern and struggles, but doesn't lose his snark. the way he and reader support each other while still respecting each other and they're need for space. i'm so weak for this fic.

on the edge of the universe - @kil-g

✧ it's the world-building for me. it's the captivating atmosphere for me. there's just something so beautifully haunting here, and i am desperately clinging to every little piece of it. like i'm already feral for everything isa writes, and this is another excellent addition to the collection.

civ!reader kills someone out of self defense for the first time - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ had me hooked from the opening line and man was i on edge the rest of the time. i was panicking right there alongside reader, and the portrayal of her confusion and fear and anxiety was so well done. and ghost coming in to comfort her?? i was crying. so unbelievably good.

badly wrapped secrets - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ i just-

"Thank you, for all of this.

He nods—short, and full of understanding, as well as signalling: you’re welcome."

i love them so much 😭

blood was its avatar - @halcyone-of-the-sea

✧ i was fighting for my life trying to read this without blushing like a sinner in church and ended up looking something like this-

and i damn near cackled like a witch at that ending LMAO

the roommate series || lover boy - @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

✧ i knew nothing about this series going on and when i tell you i read through it with a swiftness. my skin is clear, my knees are weak, my livestock is fed. this fic (this whole series tbh) has reached in and wrapped around my heart in the best possible way.

illicit indulgences || the ghost of you - @floralpascal

✧ i am screaming. this is so...i don't know the right word. beautiful? stunning? gorgeous? all of the above? the captivating description of loneliness, the way ella manages to capture the stubbornness of ghost missing someone but refusing to admit to himself that he does. they're so perfect and in love and i'm just alskdaj

can you imagine someone threatening you - @mvtthewmurdvck

✧ you ever hear that phrase, so nice you reblog it twice? well i have, cause that's exactly what i did with this fic. it's the least i could do for the pure artistry of this fic. i love reader here, being so confident and capable and ghost being completely infatuated by her ability and so ready to kill anyone who disrespects her.

Valeria Garza

10 years too late on that, love - @writeforfandoms

✧ hello???? this was incredible???? i am??? slightly intimidated???? and in love??? with both valeria because she's mommy and with jen because she's such a wonderful writer and i am in awe of her talent.

#moth fic recs #fave fics #monthly fic recs

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Bite The Hand

Astarion x F! Dark Urge

18+ feelings developing, sad durge stuff, bondage, roughness, fingering (f!) oral (f!), p-in-v, slight ass play, blood drinking, two bloodthirsty idiots falling for eachother

"You're sure?"

Her eyes heavy, but trusting. "Yes, wrists bound."

He had been trying to get her to spend the night with him again, though he would never admit how eager he had been.

He had become quite infatuated with her. Them being, well, together. Whatever that means. Even talking her through her little murder attempt. His murder attempt. Gods would anything ever be simple.

When he would dance around the subject of spending time alone together again he would see her jaw clench just slightly. Maybe another night. She'd reassure.

He understood her hesitation, of course. Hells she had tried to kill him in his sleep not long ago. But despite himself, he wanted to be near her. To spend time with her, away from the others.

Though her base nature was sinister, she shined with goodness. Honestly, she could do with more mean, in his opinion. Though he had been coming to understand it was a concentrated effort for her.

Only in small moments she would allow herself to dip into her malicious nature and it drove him mad. And Gods, the way she kissed him... lips plush, heavenly. She was designed to ruin men like him. He was hopelessly enthralled.

So when she had finally relented and agreed to spend the night with him, his chest thrilled. With one catch.

"Darling, I hardly think that's necessary. You know I ask before I bite."

The corner of her mouth twitched in a smile. Eyes lightened slightly. He preened at making her brighten.

"I'm serious asshole," He breathed a laugh. "It would give me peace of mind, at least."

Her eyes softening again. "I do want to spend time with you, truly. I just dont trust myself right now." Tears threatening the corners.

"I would never forgive myself if I-"

"Oh, hush," He soothed, pulling her into him gently. "I'll do it, dont worry." He murmured into her hair. Tiger lily. Blood orange. Gods, even her scent was like a drug. He resisted burying his face in her.

With the nightly insect song outside his tent, he teased her. Revelled in her.

Sitting cross legged on the floor of his tent, her wrists being expertly bound by him. He hovered around her, making like it was a sensual thing they had agreed to. Making it a game. He purred sweet words in her ear, fingers working. Vexed her. Savoured in her blush.

"You're so full of it." She laughed, the tips of her ears deliciously flushed.

He pulled his hand to his chest, mock offended. "Darling, the only thing I am full of is your hot blood." He admonished. She snorted, her foot gently kicking his side.

He had kept focus on his technique but found it difficult. The sight of her long slender hands. Silk soft. Patterns of vitiligo, light and dark. Claws long and sharp. Delicate but deadly, being bound by him.

"You seem... distracted." She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye.

He shot her a look, only making her smile wider. Rearranged to be sitting on her knees, back arched just slightly. Oh he loved when she got like this.

"What makes you say that, my sweet?" He intoned, caging her thighs between his, rope twisting and pulling.

"You know," She leaned forward, lips delicately tickling his neck. Her heat permeating him. "You're not as slick as you think you are."

He held back a shiver as she ghosted her lips against his skin, trailing up to his ear. Her sweet voice a deadly tonic.

"You have tells, frywm wlas." He squeezed her thighs between his at the pet name.

She had teased previously that he was so pale that he was fresh snow, repeated it back to him in infernal. That she loved to see him drenched in blood in the same way. Hells below, that had fed his nighttime fantasies for weeks.

Hundreds of years of seduction had made him a master, but her... she was something else.

"These really should be behind my back you know." She mused, testing the strength of his work as he finished. Hands resting in her lap. Seemed impressed by the intricate ties.

"While I dont doubt that you can do untold damage with all of your limbs tied, I think this should be sufficient." He absentmindedly pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.

She looked up at him, her eyes soft. Seemed about to say something then bit it back.

"Please, indulge me." He murmured, a delicate prodding. Hand trailing to cup her cheek.

She sighed into his touch, eyes fluttering closed. "Its just, you're so gentle. I've been... well, I dont know if I've ever been touched this way."

His dead heart ached. Struck again by how similar they were.

"Is it okay? The touching, I mean." He whispered.

Her eyes seemed to swim in thought. "I think so. It feels good."

She relaxed, eyes closing again. "I dont feel sick when you touch me. It's a nice break."

His eyebrows threaded together in confusion. Sick?

Another spear through him. "Caron," He tested, "How do you usually feel?"

Her eyes opened in a flash, realizing that she had divulged something that she hadn't meant to. Lips forming a thin line.

Her eyes tried to escape his but he wouldn't let her slip away. "Caron?"

"It hurts, all the time. The nausea is worse." She shook her head gently. "I'm more used to it now, can push it to the back of my mind easier."

He wanted to say something comforting, something profound. But no words would be enough.

"It only stops when I kill. When there's violence." She smiled sadly. "Luckily there's been a lot of that lately. Imagine if we lived in a little house in Lower City... the carnage."

Her effort to lighten the mood struck him a third time. Was... he in her dreaming of the future? Felt a swell in his chest.

"Astarion?" She questioned softly. He realized he hadn't said anything. Leaving her in silence.

"I should go, this was a bad idea." She flustered quietly, started to stand.

He grabbed her hands. "Please," Eyes boring into hers. "Please dont go."

Her eyes went wide, seeing something in his expression, in the strain in his words.

"You dont have to be alone." He pulled her back.

"I dont have to be alone." Shakily, more to himself. The truth.

"And isnt it terrifying?" She smiled knowingly, tears in the corners of her eyes. Sinking back down to him.

His eyes flashed to hers. "Yes."

Pulled her strong into a kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, the softest cry. Turning her head to slot perfectly into him.

His hands in her hair, gripping her waist, her hips. He finally had something, someone. Drinking her in, gorging himself on her soft body.

Needing more, his hands met the front of her tunic, fingers flashing the buttons open.

Trailed his mouth to her neck, the space under her ear, the space where her jaw began.

Her little gaspy breaths permeated his mind. The haze of lust blinding.

"Well I'd like to help, but.." She breathed, could hear the smile in her voice. Tied hands mock straining.

"If you touched me right now I'd go mad." He warned, voice low.

Heard her breath catch. Her pupils widening to saucers.

He pulled her tunic off, now only draped helplessly around her arms. The sight of her soft flesh, ridged spikes leading him down. Her full breasts, the soft curve of her belly, the dip of her waist.

He groaned, low in his throat.

Hungry mouth encasing her hard peak, fingers pinching and rolling the other.

She arched hard into him, the skin of her sternum caressing his clavicle. Shocked again by how soft she was. Lamb's ear.

He laved his tongue up and down her nipple, panting. Already engorged by his devotion.

She writhed beneath him, pushing her chest up into his mouth. Little pleading moans. Legs wrapping around his hips.

Feeling the muscles encasing his hips he moaned. Her legs were deadly strong, he knew. Had watched her kick down a double door with ease to get in a burning building. It would take very little effort for her to gain the upper hand.

But she didn't, just clung to him like a buoy in a storm. If his touch was a relief, he'd give her as much as he could.

His fingers trailed down her front, finding her leggings offering resistance.

"Gods, why aren't you naked already?" He groaned in frustration, yanking the damned things off her plush hips.

"And whose fault is that?" She gasped between his harsh pulls.

"You're right." Leaning forward to purr in her ear. "In the future I'd prefer you come to my tent in just my camp shirt."

"Deal." She licked and bit at his ear, now within her reach.

He shuddered, much to her delight. A little triumphant moan directly in his ear.

His limbs on fire he flipped her onto her belly, her tied hands above her head. Pulled her hips up hard. Seeing the wetness already flowing out of her in rivulets.

"I warned you." He groaned low to her gasp.

"Oh no, whatever shall I do..." She teased, waving her ass back and forth at him.

He growled deep in his chest, diving on her. His mouth seeking and ravenous on her cunt.

She swore in infernal, hips quaking. Her tied hands pounding down against the ground. She pushed into him harder, hips greedy.

He was gone against her, tongue lapping and hot. A frenzy. Hooking his arm around her as her hips threatened to give out. Suckling down around her hard clit, nibbling. Smiling into her as he heard more vulgar language.

Finally coming up for air he teased his two fingers inside her, other hand gently circling her tight asshole. Reveling in the little gasp that left her.

"It seems like you want more, my hellion."

Her tail lashed around him in frustration, only deepening his smile.

"You're the devil, you know that right?" She groaned into her arm as his fingers curled into her.

He laughed at the irony. On his knees he trailed a hand down her spine, fingers picking up pace. She was so warm, a furnace against his body.

"Astarion," She groaned, hips driving into his hand. Oh he would never tire of the way she said his name.

"Yes?" He purred.

"If you dont fuck me right now I'm going to kill you."

Knew she meant it as a joke. Probably. The danger thrilled hot in his pelvis. Painfully aroused, he finally freed himself.

Lining himself up to her, gripping her hip. Heard her groan in pleasure at his rough hold.

Slowly he sank into her, hips already threatening to slam down. Gods she was perfect. The pressure unbelievable, the muscles of her gripping him already.

Fully buried, his eyes fluttered shut. Not even started and he was already in ecstasy.

"You're so beautiful." She breathed. Opening his eyes he saw that she had twisted to look at him. Her eyes glowing a haunting green in the dim light. He could always find them in the dark.

Fondness for her spilling in his chest he leaned forward, catching her around her neck. Pulling her up to him in a deep kiss.

Hips slowly starting to roll into her, he kiss her, savoring.

Her mewls into his mouth a sirens call, back arching against him. His hand still on her throat, applying gentle pressure. Other reaching down to swirl circles on her clit.

Could feel her body shaking, her clenches around him getting stronger. Still he kept a languid pace, hand on her neck arching up, pulling her throat free for him. But he didnt bite down. Not yet.

"I want you to bite me when I come." Her voice, dark. His hips stuttered, concentration briefly broken.

"Yes," Was the only response he could muster. His voice a groan.

Her gasps getting closer and closer, a birds eye view of her chest heaving. Hands straining against his bonds. Head thrown back against him, breathing in her scent fully. Hitting the back of his throat, making him salivate.

Hand a blur against her clit he couldn't take it anymore, needed to taste her, needed her to come all over him.

She tried to lurch forward as it hit her but he wouldn't let her escape. Hand still steady on her shrieking throat he bit down hard. Pulling her molten blood into his throat.

The supernova of pleasure in it hitting the back of his skull like a hammer. Eyes rolled so far back he thought he might go blind he released. Her vice grip around him wrenching him for all he was worth. A loud whimpering cry wet against her throat. Hand pulling her further back into him. Couldn't get enough, not ever.

Her tied hands swung back and hooked behind his head, holding him there as she writhed and begged. His hips still pushing into her. "The blood, the blood," She moaned, her voice a tempest as she clamped down around him in her final throes.

Sitting back on his haunches he let her fall into him. Her gasps against his chest.

She let her full weight against him, head lolling into the curve of his neck.

He hushed and cooed into her, one hand pulling the hair from her face, other freeing her from her restraint.

Her hands falling free she cupped the back of his head, holding him so sweetly.

"Can we lay down?" She asked, voice still little more than a breath.

"Of course." He crooned, pulling her down onto his bedroll. Laying on his side next to her.

"Oh come on," She groaned in frustration. Pulling him into her, their limbs tangling.

He blinked, about to pull away but her hand gently scratching his scalp melted him. His head coming to rest on her chest. The drum of her heartbeat a song. So so warm.

They lay like that a while, a tranquil silence. Intertwined bodies finding eachother.

"Thank you." She whispered, could hear her heart picking up speed. "For trusting me."

He huffed against her. "I could say the same. You're not uniquely troubled, you martyr." Her laugh shaking his head.

"But you're welcome. It's easy with you."

Part 3

#theyre so in love its fucked up. idiots #sprays them with water like bad cats #astarion x dark urge #astarion x tav #astarion smut

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