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thesugarsoiree · 8 months

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Of Winter’s Flame | CHAPTER FOUR

When Y/n arrived back in the King’s quarters she was confused, seeing a small dining table set up near the fireplace. Apparently her first supper was to be exclusively with the King and Queen, slowly easing her into the Targeryen family.

“The King and I have been pondering this subject since you left on your journey from Winterfell,” The Queen began after the second course was served, pleasantries and idle chatter out of the way, “but we have finally settled on it. In the coming days we shall throw a weeks-long festival in honour of your arrival.”

“Are you certain?” Y/n smiled, a bit taken aback by such a gesture.

“A great celebration for a great Lady.” The King said, taking a sip from his goblet. Y/n never knew anyone to be as frivolous as southerners, especially as frivolous as Targaryen’s. Such a large event should be saved for truly important occasions, such as a nameday or wedding, not the arrival of an estranged family member.

“I thank you, uncle, aunt,” Y/n tested the new title on Alicent, the woman doing nothing but offering a humble nod, “your kindness is unexpected given my fathers past actions.” Viserys sighed at that, Alicent’s pleasant expression dropping for a moment at the mention of Y/n’s father.

“My brother has made hideous oversights the past few years, and I hope that we may show that not all of your family is quite the same.” Viserys shook his head, a disappointed frown wrinkling his face.

“Yes, we shall appreciate the greatest gift the north has given us.” Alicent beamed, calling a servant forward. He handed her something he had been holding all dinner while dessert was being served, Alicent giving an ornately decorated box to Y/n.

“For you, my dear.” The Queen said as Y/n opened the box with a snap. She gasped, the case opening to reveal a shimmering necklace, adorned with black and green jewels the colour of which Y/n had never seen before. Her usual jewelry contained white diamonds and deep blue sapphires, perhaps the occasional blood-red ruby to honour her fathers house, but a green such as this was rare to find in the north. She felt the cool stones in her hand, watching the way the firelight reflected off of them in quick bursts.

“A welcoming present, we know that you shall wear it well.” Viserys held his hand to his chest, easing his breath as Y/n placed the necklace back within its case.

“This is the most beautiful shade of green I have ever laid eyes on, your grace.” She almost couldn't contain her girlish giggle.

“I believe that you will come to find that green is the most attractive of colours.” Alicent laughed, and Y/n laughed with her. The rest of supper was spent discussing the celebration which was to be held at a nearby forest, only the royal party joining while the small folk enjoyed an excuse to be drunk in the streets without reprimand from the Citywatch.

That night while she tried to fall asleep Y/n tossed and turned, body too excited to force sleep now. Y/n wrapped a shawl around herself, taking a lantern and going for a short walk. Her guards once again tried to accompany her but Y/n declined, taking Tohrren with her instead. The halls of the Red Keep were surprisingly quiet during the night, its darkness illuminated by the occasional torch. She would have thought the Red Keep was far more busy during the night than Winterfell, but it seemed just the same, with no one up but the guards who stood watch for their Lady’s and Lord’s.

She often found herself on these walks, strolling alone with her thoughts and without duties to attend to for the day. It was a moment of calm; a moment of peace. This time, her peace was interrupted. He was like a shadow against the wall, Y/n didn’t realize he was there at first, looming like a scorned specter. She caught a glimpse of him in the corner of her eye, the current area of the hall darker thanks to its unusually spaced torches. She was left with only her flickering lantern to illuminate the frightening figure, something blue glinting briefly in the light, like a fire of warning.

Y/n gasped, Tohrren standing on guard, and whipped herself to face him. He was leaning against the wall, sharp features aggressively outlined in the dim lighting of her small fire. The shadows moved against his well defined face, and although there was not much light the darkness filled out the rest of him for Y/n to see.

The Queen was right, green was the most attractive of colours, especially on the one-eyed prince, for he wore green like he had never worn another colour in his life. They were nightclothes, light and airy, his white linen shirt halfway tucked into deep green trousers. His hair was pulled back into a loose braid, rouge strands framing his face and the smirk that held firm on his lips.

“My Lady Y/n.” His voice was a smooth timbre, soft in tone as not to echo through the empty halls. He stood from the wall and approached her with confident strides, taking her available hand and putting it to his rosy lips.

“What a pleasure it is to finally meet you.” He leaned down into a bow, gently kissing the skin on the top of her hand. Y/n was at a loss for words, entirely caught up in the sudden meeting and sudden attraction to her estranged cousin. He looked up at her with one eye, the other covered by a soft eye-patch with subtle hand-stitching on it; no doubt his mothers work.

“Prince Aemond,” Y/n curtsied, finding her manners, “I did not expect to run into you so suddenly, I was merely clearing my head before I slept.”

Aemond stood to his full height, a head taller than the girl in front of him, and chuckled, “I find I have the same problem during late hours, perhaps it is a trait we Targaryens share, hm?”

“Perhaps, I have not known my uncle to wander about Winterfell as I have.” She looked away from him, nervous at their proximity to each other with no one else around.

“Then I should hope we can accompany one another on our sleepless nights, would you care to walk with me?” He offered out his arm, cool lavender eye unwavering in its gaze. Y/n looked down at his arm, taking it with hesitance but smiling nonetheless.

“Of course, your highness.” She said as they began walking, silent at first. Tohrren was close by her side, still on edge although trained enough that he did not attack unless instructed.

“So, I hear that you arrived yesterday, correct? I apologize I was not there to greet you, my mother has taken it upon herself to make sure you are settled before you join court.” Aemond commented, taking her down another stretching hallway.

“I am glad that the Queen has such a fondness for me, I would not want to be one in her bad graces.” Y/n breathed out a nervous sigh, holding tighter onto her lantern.

“You’re smart, being one that the Queen likes is always favourable. I have heard that my sister Rhaenyra also holds a certain appreciation for you.” He uttered his sister's name with less love than she expected.

“The Princess did visit me as a young girl, that is true. She will make a fine Queen one day, and I hope that I shall be in her good graces as well.” Aemond tensed up at the mention of Rhaenyra ascending the throne, mouth twitching subtly.

“I’m sure you will be.” There was silence for a moment before he spoke again, “You are more northern than I expected given your parentage.” He hummed, looking down at her.

“So I have been told. I respect my Valyrian blood but I do not respect who gave it to me. I was born into the ways of the north and I shall not forget them simply because I am here.” Y/n said resolutely, furrowing her brows as if to challenge anyone who would suggest otherwise.

“Loyalty; a trait of the Starks.” Aemond grinned in a sort of childish way before speaking again, “It is getting late, my Lady. I do not wish to keep you for long, I can walk you back to your chambers.”

“Of course, my prince.” Y/n agreed switfly, leading him back to her room. Her guards were on edge as soon as they saw her arrive with the prince, stiff and unmoving save for their eyes which trained on him.

“Good night, my Lady.” Aemond bowed, kissing her hand again.

“Good night, my Prince.”

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itsphoenix0724 · 11 months

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Falling Stars (Azriel x Reader)

Summary: Az feels like his throat is closing when he sees you in your Starfall dress, and he can't seem to get a word out to you. At least, until you're both more than a few drinks in.

Warnings: SMUT, semi-public sex, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Hello everyone! This is not my best work so I apologize, but I tried to really focus on the dialogue in this one. I hope you enjoy it regardless! Also if anyone wanted to submit any ideas/suggestions of what they would like to see more of my ask box is always open. As always constructive criticism is welcome.

Azriel was going to die.

You looked mesmerizing in your Starfall dress. The blue silk bodice hugged your figure just right, and delicate blue lace made up the bottom layered in tiers that matched the strips that fell off of your shoulders. Your leg peaked out of the high slit, and some of your hair was swept up behind you with combs encrusted with sapphire and diamond. You looked like a goddess of old, wrapped in starlight, and gracing unworthy mortals with your presence.

He was convinced you were trying to kill him.

Azriel had wanted to drop to his knees and worship you, or at the very least tell you he thought you looked beautiful. He actually thought beautiful was too simple of a word to describe you. However, when you made eye contact with him across the room his throat felt like it was closing in. The only thing he had been able to do was send you a tight smile and a nod before throwing back the rest of his liquor and refilling the glass. He didn’t know why he couldn’t talk to you tonight–the two of you could talk for hours. Watching your face fall at his piss-poor greeting felt like another stab to his already weak heart. You had moved to mingle around the party, and the number of male eyes on you only had him shooting back more liquor and sulking in the corner.

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This was not going as you planned.

Mor had sat with you for hours selecting a dress designed to bring Az to his knees. You had chosen this dress not only because it made you feel confident, but because you thought Az would love it.

You picked his exact shade of blue after all.

You had walked into the party with the grace of a queen, and the confidence that you could bring a kingdom to its knees. But the only thing Az did was send you a forced smile and then run off and hide.

Mor had tried to reassure you–she said Az always got weird during parties. Something about there being too many people, but he seemed to be socializing just fine.

For some reason, he was giving you the cold shoulder.

You could feel the confidence dwindling and poured yourself shots of the strongest liquor you could find. Fine, you decided, two could play this game. If he was going to pretend you didn’t exist you could do the exact same thing.

You made your way to Cassian and Nesta, looped arm in arm with Mor, determined to have a good time. Cassian let out a loud wolf-whistle and Nesta smacked him on the arm blocking him on his path to hug you first before wrapping you in her arms. Drinks were poured for the four of you and you celebrated the falling stars the best way you knew how.

Getting rip-roaringly drunk and enjoying the time with your friends.

Hours passed, and the buzzing feeling in your head was getting significantly stronger. Everything tingled from the tips of your fingers to the ends of your toes, and almost everything someone said to you seemed hilarious. You had danced practically the whole night and had kicked off your heels about half an hour ago. Still, no matter what you did you couldn’t shake the feeling of the Shadowsinger’s cold shoulder all night. You had caught his shadows swirling around your ankles multiple times before they slunk away like disciplined children crawling back to their master. The fact that he was standing in the corner watching you but still hadn’t said anything to you was infuriating.

You wanted some kind of reaction from him tonight, and you’d be damned if you didn’t get one.

You had decided enough was enough, and worked your way through the crowd before coming to a stop directly in front of Az himself.

He truly was a gorgeous male. He wore a black silk shirt with the top couple of buttons undone and simple back trousers. His hair wasn’t as messy as usual like he had styled it a little, but it was still falling into his eyes. Two blue siphons were still strapped to the back of his hands.

“Well,” You started, plucking the glass of whiskey out of his hands before draining the rest of the contents. Molten gold eyes tracked the movement of your throat, and a small flush rose to the tips of his ears. You realized you had your opening as you moved to further crowd his space, “have you been enjoying Starfall by yourself in this corner.”

Az seemed slightly stunned. You weren’t normally this bold and straightforward. You always spoke with a quiet calming voice, but now there was a bite behind your words.

“I’ve been enjoying the party.” He murmured back to you, trying very hard to keep his eyes trained on your face so they wouldn’t dip to your chest.

That endeavor failed very quickly.

His eyes trailed down to your cleavage and all he could think about was licking away the sheen from the party that appeared on your skin. When he saw the smirk on your face he immediately knew he had been caught looking.

“Why have you been ignoring me all night?” The buzz you were experiencing felt like straight courage running through your veins. You wanted answers out of the male standing in front of you.

You were going to get them too.

Azriel attempts to smother the guilty look on his face, but you catch it anyway as his eyes drift back down to the floor. “If I’ve done something to upset you, you should just tell me instead of ignoring me. You’re a grown male-act like it.” Az has it in him to at least look alarmed, eyes jumping straight back up to your face. This is not at all how he wanted this night to go. He shakes his head at you, before hearing the music dip to a low waltz. He musters up all the courage he wishes he had at the beginning of the night,

“You haven’t done anything. I’ve been an immature male all night, please, let me make it up to you.” The Spymaster extends his hand to you and you eye it for a moment intending to leave him hanging in suspense. After letting him squirm you accept his hand and he leads you onto the dance floor. The music isn’t much of a dance song, more designed to be a slow sway than an elaborate waltz. Azriel draws you close to him, one warm strong hand resting on the small of your back, and the other holding your hand leading you into the music. When you two fall into a comfortable rhythm he leans down to whisper in your ear. “You look exquisite by the way.” Az enjoys the bashful look that crosses your face and the light blush that dusts your cheeks.

“Thank you,” you hum–the close proximity to him almost makes you feel drunker, “so..are you going to tell me why you’ve been brooding all night.” You offer him a small smile, you won’t pressure him to talk but you want to know. You find you have your answer when Azriel’s stare rakes hungrily over your figure. “Oh. I see.” You can’t help but send a sultry look up at the Shadowsinger.

You’ve caught your prey, you think you’ve earned the right to toy with it a little.

“Perhaps I’m being selfish and imagining you wore this shade of blue just for me.” Azriel’s hand drops from yours, moving to join the other around your waist as yours loop around his neck. You look up at Azriel from under your eyelashes and his intestines feel like they’re tying themselves into knots.

“I think your ego might need a bit of a check spymaster,” you reach down, drawing one of his hands up the curve of your waist and over your breast before stopping to rest it over your fluttering heart. His eyes almost devour you as you move his hand, pupils going dark with desire. The blue siphon is in perfect alignment with the neckline of your dress, and Az can not stop staring. “Although I must say, they are a perfect match.” Your admission feels like an electric shock straight to Azriel’s bones.

Everything in his body locks like a lion waiting to pounce.

You meet his eyes and something charged runs through the both of you. You both know what you want, and the heated gaze Azriel levels at you already has a wetness pooling between your legs.

When Az’s eyes dart to the door leading out of the ballroom in question, you only nod in answer.

His hand on your back as he guides you out feels like a hot brand against your skin. Azriel leads you into a small bathroom in the hallway, and the minute the door closes behind you both he has you pinned flush against the door. You feel like all the air has been sucked out of the room as you and Azriel stare at each other. You feel one of his hands train up your exposed leg before you hear the click of the lock for the bathroom door. He drops his head to press kisses against your thundering pulse, and you can feel his nose brushing against the curve of your jaw.

“Do you know what you’ve been doing to me all night,” Az growls into your ear, one hand firmly planted on the curve of your ass.

The hard thing pressing against your thigh tells you exactly what you’ve been doing to him all night.

You don’t feel like waiting anymore and drag his lips down to meet yours in a heated kiss. He tastes like bourbon and night-kissed air. It’s addicting. Strong hands wrap around your waist and give a firm squeeze to your ass that makes you gasp out a moan. He uses this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your whole body feels like it’s dissolving under his touch as you reach for his belt, the only thing on your mind was getting him out of his pants as quickly as possible. He runs one hand along the column of your throat, thumb stroking along your bottom lip.

“Are you ready to be a good girl for me?” His dark voice rasps into your ear. You nod up at him and his golden eyes are almost completely black with desire. He growls as he flips you around and presses you against the sink, and you moan as your chest rubs against the cool marble. You feel his hands hoist up the back of your dress, and you look up to see his devilish smirk in the mirror. Your eyes trail over to his hands and see the scrap of blue lace running between his scarred fingers. “Did you wear these just for me?” That cocky smile makes your knees go weak, and you send a silent thanks to Mor for insisting that you wear the matching underwear tonight. “I like seeing you in my color sweetheart,” he sends you a wink as he tucks your underwear in his back pocket, “I think I’ll hang onto these.”

That might be the hottest fucking thing you’ve seen.

He teases you with his fingers and sighs before bringing them up to his mouth and licking them clean. You taste so fucking good, but he needs to get inside you soon before he explodes in his pants. He vows to spend hours between your legs another time as payment. He moans gospel around his fingertips, and while you’ve never been a religious female you might start praying to the mother tonight.

“You’re so fucking wet and I’ve barely touched you yet.” His eyes shine with an arrogance that makes you want to wipe the smirk off his face. His voice drops to a softer tone and he stares straight into your soul through the mirror, “Are you ready for me, or do you want me to prep you first?”

“I’m ready.” you’re writhing against the sink. You need him inside your right goddamn now or you might start crawling on him like a cat. You moan in relief when you hear him unbuckle his belt and remove himself from his trousers. From this angle you can’t see him fully, but you know he’s big if his wingspan has anything to say about it. He plants one hand on your lower back as he uses his other hand to guide himself into you. You feel the first inch slip in and then it stops, you look up at Az in confusion and his eyes meet yours in the mirror as one hand comes around to play with your nipples.

He leans his body down to press kisses into the skin of your neck before murmuring into your ear, “Beg for the rest darling.” Flame rises to your cheeks and you pull your eyes away from the mirror, but Az pulls you back so that you’re looking at him. You try to move backwards just to draw a little more of him into you. Unfortunately his grip on your waist is like steel. You’re not going anywhere. You swallow what little pride you have left and meet his eyes in the mirror.

“Please Az. God fuck me please.” That seems good enough for him and he slips himself the rest of the way inside of you. Az lets out a moan that makes your toes curl against the tile and your grip harden on the marble sink.

He fucks like a beast.

Hard and rough thrusts as one hand toys with your clit in a way that makes you feel like one of the stars you hope you’ll have enough time to see tonight.

Even if you miss it you can’t say you’d be that upset with the way the Illyrian is moving inside of you. An orgasm rips through you, tumbling through the night sky burning hot and bright before fizzling out and starting again. Az is relentless in your pleasure, pulling you to that edge again and again before he reaches his peak himself.

When you feel his thrusts start to get sloppy you know he’s close, so you start to fuck back against him. Az lets out a moan of appreciation at your efforts, and you earn a bite mark on your shoulder.

He finishes with a roar that shakes the mirror and you’ve never been gladder for the blaring music and waves of people to cover the two of you. He pulls out before gently wiping away the mess he’s made of your inner thighs before pulling your dress back down.

You gently stand with Az’s assistance and he rubs circles in your spine as apology for keeping you bent over for so long. That small act alone makes liquid gold run through your veins, and your whole body leans into the affection. Azriel opens and closes his mouth not quite knowing how to find the right words.

After all, what do you say to the female you love after you fucked her in the bathroom? He considers a few options– We should do this again sometime, please don’t say you want nothing to do with me after this, and I’m not normally the kind of male who fucks females in bathrooms. But you’re looking at him with honeyed eyes, and you understand what he’s trying to convey to you. So you reach up and kiss him again, hands running through the silken strand of raven black hair.

“We can talk about it later Az. We don’t have to figure everything out right now.” He nods greatufully and before you both exit the bathroom he pulls you into a bone crushing kiss he hopes conveys what his words cannot.

You leave the bathroom and rejoin your family to watch the stars together. No one can tell what happened in the bathroom at least until Cassian calls out to Azriel.

“Hey Az! What the hell is sticking out of your back pocket?” Both of your cheeks heat and your guilty eyes immediately dart to Mor who gives you a knowing glance and tips her wine glass in salute. Cassian does nothing more but wink at his brother as Az shoves the scrap of lace further down into his pocket and yanks you closer to his side.

Your friends will no doubt torture you for this later but wrapped in Azriel’s arms on the most beautiful night of the year you don’t seem to mind so much.

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lavenderrmidnightss · 4 months

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loved you in secret - coriolanus snow

Pairing: peacekeeper!coriolanus x fem!reader

Summary:

I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us

Peacekeepers aren’t supposed to fall for anybody who lives in the districts, but Corio can’t stay away from you. Secrets never harmed anyone, right?

Tags: fluff, heated make out, neck kisses, hand on neck, forbidden love, possessive/cocky coriolanus, sneaking around, cursing, plans to run away, mention of boner lol, almost caught

Word Count: 1.6k

The soft grass acted as a blanket beneath you as you settled in, watching the sunset. To potential passersby, you would appear to be just a girl admiring the sky transition from its daily cerulean hue into its ombre mixture of pinks, purples, and oranges, welcoming the evening. While this was true, you were waiting. Eagerly, impatiently. Over the past several months, you’ve been living a secret. You’ve been seeing one of the peacekeepers, Coriolanus.

As a peacekeeper, Coriolanus has very strict guidelines he is required to follow. Most he abides to, but there is simply one he cannot tolerate. Peacekeepers are not supposed to pursue anybody from the district romantically. Hell, peacekeepers were looked at strangely if they became too friendly with them. He didn’t care. He simply wanted you. From the moment he saw you, he knew he had to make you his. It started with speaking now and then at gatherings, always letting his eyes linger on you to make sure you were safe. Eventually it turned into him pulling you into a quiet alley stealing kisses and planning secret meetings. Whether it would be in abandoned buildings, in the woods at sunrise, hiding out by the lake in the middle of the day; you two never failed to make time for each other. It’s a daily commitment and priority for you both. That being said, you began to wonder where he was now? Corio was supposed to be here by now. Surely he didn’t forget. Maybe he got caught up in work. Your wonderings were cut off by the feeling of two muscular arms engulfing you from behind, pulling you down.

“There’s my girl,” Corio’s whisper buried into your ear. You shivered as his hot breath radiated against your delicate skin.

“Here I am,” you giggled back in response. You felt so safe in his arms. Turning your head, your eyes met his sapphires. His buzz cut was starting to grow out slightly. Soon enough you knew he would be demanded to shave it again, but you loved the sight of his blond curls slowly beginning to reveal themselves. “Was startin’ to wonder if you were coming or not,” you confessed. The sound of doves filled the air, a soft spring breeze rushing by you two. Coriolanus’ eyebrows furrowed at your comment, shaking his head. His thumb and index finger grabbed your chin, tilting it up to make sure your eyes were locked on his.

“Listen, if I say I’m gonna be there, I’ll be there. I don’t care what it takes. I’d never leave you hanging, never leave you guessing. Got it?” He wasn’t trying to come across as harsh, but he needed the sincerity to be crystal clear in his tone. “Never would mislead you. You know that, pretty girl?” The way his thick accent filled your senses made your heart flutter. You nodded, feeling your cheeks brighten a new shade of pink as his hands lifted to tuck loose strands of your hair behind your ear. “Wouldn’t miss this, wouldn’t miss a second with you, for the world,” he added. Coriolanus leaned in, his soft lips grazing over yours. You melted beneath his touch, feeling your eyes flutter shut just by the feather touch of his lips. There was a sudden shift in your breathing, becoming more hollow. Of course Corio picked up on it, thriving off of the power he held over you. Coriolanus cupped your delicate face in his colossal hands as he closed the gap between your lips. Fully pressing his lips against yours, your lungs clenched and chest warmed. His kiss created a sensation you never knew you needed before it happened the very first time. Now, it’s all you dream about.

Coriolanus was never the type to grow attached to people. He’s cast his wall so high that it’s damn near impossible to climb it. However, with you, Corio has completely obliterated that wall. There’s something about you; your kindness, your sincerity, your wit, your inner beauty matching your outer beauty, the list has no end. Something about you lures him in. You are his safe place, his person he can be himself. Not a peacekeeper. Not an aspiring high academic. He can just be. He can rest in your presence. There’s no judgment between you two. No secrets - at least, among one another.

His lips captured yours, the sound of lingering smacks filling the air. Coriolanus repositioned himself so he was now in front of you, gently yet assertively laying you down. The kiss unbroken, you were melting beneath him. You’d never wanted a man more than you wanted him. You hummed into the kiss, gaining his attention. Corio pulled back, looking into your eyes.

“Corio, what if we get caught?” you whispered. It was a question you had asked a million times internally, but never outwardly expressed. Coriolanus chuckled lowly under his breath, his head shaking.

“Baby girl, I don’t give a fuck if we get caught. You’re all I want.” His lips worked down your neck. Your eyes involuntarily fluttered shut as his tongue left a wet stripe down your fragile skin. “Isn’t that what you want too? Hm?” Corio’s voice was muffled as he nipped down on your neck, causing you to gasp softly. He soothed over the pain quickly by sucking on your skin. Your head tilted back, granting him free access to your neck.

“Mhm, more than anything, Corio,” you breathed out shakily.

Coriolanus moved his lips up your neck, just grazing the shell of your earlobe. “Damn right.” His tone was rich with passion. His lips found yours again, desperate. This time, the kiss felt more fiery; more intense . Your lips moved in sync so effortlessly, so naturally together. It was as if you two were designed for one another. Your lips were like rose petals; silky, delicate, beautiful. To Coriolanus, you were the most addicting taste. Your breathing was hitched in your throat, taken aback by how your lips managed to collide with his so tenderly yet with such hunger. He was devouring you. Devouring how you so submissively followed his lead. Devouring your taste, the way you feel. His teeth sunk into your bottom lip, tugging back enough just to release a shaky gasp from your lips. In response, your hands resorted to the back of his head. Your fingers tangled up in his hair, luring a groan of satisfaction from him. God, you’d never heard a more beautiful sound. With both of your mouths now open from sighing, gasping, the kiss grew sloppy. Corio’s hands explored your body, feeling each delicate curve of your body with desire. One hand rested on your neck not to harm you, but to fully have you not only understand but feel his dominance. His fingertips felt the throbbing of your pulse. It was intensifying, growing faster, as the kiss progressed - much like his. His other hand fell to your hips. His fingers dug into your skin, surely leaving a faint mark to remind you later of his touch. Each connection of your lips was broken slightly. You two were starving, craving each other; impatient for the next moment your lips would find each other again. Before you knew it, Corio’s tongue was exploring your mouth. Whimpering into his kiss, one of your hands moved to rest on top of his forearm where his hand was pressing against your neck. His tongue was warm, immediately massaging itself against yours. The warm, wet sensation of it built a fire deep inside of you, leaving you wanting more of him.

“Fuck, Corio,” you breathed into the kiss, your hands beginning to wander down his body, begging to explore him fully. However, the dream-like moment was ripped away from you both when a voice erupted from the hill, echoing.

“Coriolanus!” You recognized the voice. It was Sejanus, Corio’s best friend. Not even he could know the truth. You could never trust anybody enough, not even your closest friends. Corio growled as he lifted his head, looking down at you.

“We’re not done. You understand?” He asked, his fingertips lightly squeezing your neck before pulling back, rising up to his feet. “Tonight. Midnight. Meet me here. We’re running away.”

Your eyes widened at this news. It wasn’t a decision you two had ever even discussed before, but it was clear his mind was set. “Wait, what?” You watched Corio straighten out his uniform. You fought a smirk as your eyes naturally fell to find a bulge in his pants. “Corio, I-”

“Listen, I can’t keep up this cat and mouse game. You’re my girl and I’m tired of hiding away. I want you all the time, whenever I want. You are my life, not this peacekeeper bullshit. I don’t care what it takes, where we have to go, what we have to do. We are running away and we’re going to make a life for ourselves. A life we want, a life we desire.” He looked down at you, raising an eyebrow. “Unless, that’s not what you want?” He knew damn well it was what you wanted, and even if it wasn’t you would’ve caved. He has you wrapped around his finger.

You frantically nodded. “I do, I do,” you quickly said. “Okay. I’ll meet you. Here. Midnight.” He smirked, nodding his head.

“Good girl,” he whispered, leaving a lingering kiss on your forehead. The sound of trotting footsteps grew louder. Sejanus was only seconds away. He took a moment to steal a quick kiss from your lips, looking into your eyes. “I love you, darlin,” he whispered before running off. You sunk into the meadow’s grass, letting it envelope you, letting the reality of it all sink in. The reality of the heated kiss. The reality of the fact that you were lucky enough to be loved by Coriolanus Snow. The reality of the fact that at midngiht, your life would indefinitely change. While it admittedly frightened you in part of the sense, you were eager to find out just what it means to love Corio openly, not in secret.

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PART 2?

#coryo #tbosbas #president snow #tom blyth #tom blyth x you #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow #coryo x reader #coryo snow #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus fluff #tom blyth fanfiction #tom blyth fic #peacekeeper!coriolanus snow

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historiaxvanserra · 7 months

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2 and 5 with feyre x rhys x reader please :)

ask and you shall receive, my love!

it's just fluff with some sexual overtones. might do a part 2 of the smut? its also totally unedited so be kind to me.

synopsis: When Feyre and Rhysand invite you to Starfall you bring an unexpected date. When he doesn't get the warm welcome you had hoped for you find that the High Lord and Lady had something else in mind for you.

The sky is saturated in the colors of dusk, streaks of lavender, amethyst and rose that melt into the darkness of the rapidly approaching night. Silver starlight lines the dark horizon like unshed tears and the night sky glitters in response-- it seems almost sentient as the first stars begin to fall.

The music from the party drifts down into the lower levels of the house, casting it in a lyrical calm that feels almost hypnotizing as you continue your ascent to the roof.

In the mirror you catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection and for a moment you feel as though you are seeing outside yourself. The woman staring back at you looks strange, somehow unlike yourself. Long gone are the simple black dresses you usually wear. In their place, an exquisite sapphire gown that looks like liquid sky; indigo tulle that melts into the sheer overskirt, embroidered with pearls and diamonds that frame the silk bodice.

“You look lovely,” A voice says, cutting through the silence and you meet steely eyes in the reflection.

“Thank you, Edric.” you say pleasantly, making a considerable effort to smile at him as his eyes meet yours again.

It’s not that Edric was unpleasant by any means-- he’s kind enough and rather keen. But the whole thing is rather complicated.

“There you are, love,” Rhysand’s voice is like velvet night as he approaches.

And therein lies the complication.

He’s dressed in a midnight black suit, -- you imagine his suit jacket had since been shed as he comes into full view-- and a silk shirt, half unbuttoned baring his muscled chest to the balmy air.

You send him a shy smile as you begin your ascent up the stairs with Edric trailing behind you dutifully.

Rhysand’s lean figure looms like a taunt at the top of the staircase as his violet gaze falls on you again, before acknowledging the male behind you.

“And I see you brought company,” he says tersely.

Edric pushes past you lightly to offer his outstretched hand to The High Lord but Rhysand simply turns on his heel and retreats to the rooftop.

You smile reassuringly at Edric who stands stunned and crestfallen on the landing. You place a comforting hand on his shoulder muttering your apology before following Rhysand out into the open air.

The rooftop of The House of Wind is adorned and decorated beautifully for the occasion. String lights hung with care and garlands of moonflowers and jasmine shading the air with their delicate fragrance.

As you approach the group you introduce your date to your friends.

“Lovely to meet you.” Mor says pleasantly casting a glance over her shoulder to the High Lord and Lady who are loitering by the balcony.

Edric mutters his greetings in returns and takes a swig of his wine.

“Yeah, it’s about time this one got some action.” Cassian jests affectionately, pulling you into a sidelong hug and you turn away embarrassed.

You’re about to apologize to Edric for Cassian’s behavior when something draws you attention.

The High-Lady smells like lilacs and pears as she approaches you. She doesn’t hesitate as she wraps you in her embrace, pacing a chaste kiss to your temple in greeting.

Feyre is dressed in a lavender silk gown adorned with crystals; she looks like the embodiment of the sky at dusk as she steps back from you. Framed by the dark horizon and the falling stars.

“You look beautiful.” You say softly to her and the crease in her forehead smooths and her face softens again.

All the air is taken from you then when she retreats into her Mates arms, her cool gaze still on you. There is something dark and promising in her stormy eyes as she moves from you to the stranger drinking with Cassian.

“Who is that?,” She asks, turning to Rhys for a moment in silent conversation.

Your tongue feels foreign in your mouth and for some reason the words are sticky on your tongue. Before you can embarrass yourself further Edric’s voice cuts through the silence.

“I’m Edric, High Lady,” He says enthusiastically, holding out a trembling hand for her to take.

Feyre eyes him momentarily and takes his hand firmly offering one tense shake before dropping it again and tearing her gaze from him.

“Feyre darling, It appears love has a date.” Rhysand muses lightly, pulling Feyre tighter into his embrace.

“A date.” Feyre repeats firmly and you nod lightly as she regards you again. Her face once soft and youthful hardens and her eyes darken.

A strange feeling of anxiety and shame washes over you as Rhysand and Feyre resume their silent conversation and you swear you feel the ground tremble beneath you as a wave of power ripples through the air.

Cassian’s voice pulls you back to reality when he shouts “It’s starting.!”

The sky glitters and shimmers a brilliant mosaic of technicolor light as the stars bleed across the sky in droves-- a silver celestial army.

All the tension in the air dissolves into joy as the silver streaks paint the sky. You notice how the group seems to spilt off into pairs as the romantic and celebratory atmosphere takes hold as the hours draw on and the sky grows darkner.

Cassian and Nesta are both pressed against the railings, his large hand on the small of her back and her head on his shoulder as they sink into their own world. Mor, Amren and Varian are gathered round the firepit sharing a bottle of wine as the starlight rains down on them. You notice how Amren seems at home in the silvery light of the moon.

The weight of Edric shifts as he approaches and you feel his cautious hand holding yours. You turn to him and find him looking at you already. His face is painted in awe and before you can protest he presses his lips to yours.

The kiss itself is not entirely unwelcome. Though nor is it something you embrace.

It’s aloof, apathetic almost as your lips move over his.

Perhaps it is cruel to use him like this-- knowing that he is only a means to an end. A distraction to tear your mind from the true objects of your desire.

Edric kisses you with a carefully attentiveness and as his tongue moves over yours you find you mind drifting somewhere far away.

You abandon yourself to the thought of you High-Lady and her Mate-- how her lips would feel against your own, how his hands feel in the cradle of your hips-- and how she would taste.

Edric pulls and smiles lightly, wrapping you loosely in his arms and you find yourself retreating back into your daydream as his hand falls to your hip.

It’s wrong; that much you understand.

How woefully and terribly wrong it is. To have fallen so irrevocably for a mated pair. Your High Lord and Lady-- to make matters more unbearably sordid.

Shame creeps up on you like hunger and settles in your bones.

Your cheeks are warm and rosy. Shaded the colour of a spring bloom as your eyes find them in the crowd.

What you find is a storm of violet and gray.

They’re both already looking at you so intently that you think you might break apart in Edric’s arms and like the stars themselves become nought but dust and light.

Rhysand looks between you and his beautiful mate with a calculated ease and offers you a curt nod and a false smile, which you return easily-- though more genuine than anything he offers you.

Feyre, however, can’t seem to bring herself to offer you any sort of pleasantry as she visibly grimaces before turning her back on you.

Disappointment blooms in you followed by anger. What could cause them to be so hot and cold with you tonight? You think perhaps jealousy but the thought itself is comical and you brush it off.

Perhaps they fear they might be losing you to Edric. You’d never invited any of your previous bedfellows to family gatherings. Maybe that is why Edric received such a frosty welcome.

You sigh to yourself, leaning into Edric’s touch. Searching for some semblance of comfort.

Though you find none when you turn to see that Rhysand and Feyre have fled to their private rooms and you are left cold and alone.

The rest of the night passes in a misty haze as the drink takes hold of you, offering you what no one else can. Solace in your solitude.

The morning comes swiftly and you awake as you had slept, cold and alone. The vacancy of your bed is like a ghost that haunts your waking moments-- a tangible reminder of your true loneliness.

The sounds of your friends beyond your door are loud enough to rouse you to wake as they all gather in the dining room for breakfast.

You’re still wearing last night’s make-up when you emerge from the darkness of your room and into the pale morning light. You’re dressed in a stolen sweater and simple pants as you pad barefoot into the room where everyone is already gathered around the long table.

“Morning,” You say groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you take your seat between Feyre and Azriel.

Azriel offers you a quiet greeting though Feyre appears deep in thought and hardly acknowledges you as you sit down to eat.

Despite the hangover breakfast is pleasant and everyone falls into easy conversation. Though Feyre hardly seems to engage with you outside of polite conversation despite trying to lighten her dour mood.

You cast Rhysand a questioning glace to which he speaks gently into your mind.

She’s okay, love. Only a little sour. Rhysand’s voice is smooth and honeyed as he tries to make light of his mate’s foul mood. Though you note the concern in his eyes as he regards her again.

Breakfast comes and goes and Feyre excuses herself to the kitchen while everyone else goes about their business.

Her silence doesn’t sit well with you and there’s this feeling-- a dull agony in your chest when you think of the possible cause of her pain.

You debate following Azriel to the library and leaving Feyre to Rhys-- he is her mate after all. But the thought of her face, brow furrowed, the deep sulk of her lip and the milky glaze in her eyes has you marching into the kitchen after her.

You find her gazing out of the window with a dirty dish in hand as she half-heartedly scrubs it.

“Fey, is everything alright?” you ask gently, approaching her and offering a comforting hand on her strong shoulder.

Feyre turns to you quickly and her eyes once dark often a little before she stands straighter as you approach her.

“I’m fine,” She says slowly, trying her hardest to smile through gritted teeth.

You cast her a dubious look. Not entirely convinced. Even when she pushes away from the counter top to meet you at the kitchen island.

“Fey-- you’re obviously not fine at all.” You say softly, taking her hand in yours. When she doesn’t pull away you take it as a good sign.

“I am fine.” Feyre laughs bitterly.

She’s obviously not fine. Rhysand speaks into your mind, mildly amused as you recoil in surprise when you find him slumped lazily against the doorframe with a hand in his pocket.

“You’re mad.” You turn to Feyre, knitting your brows together in confusion as realization begins to hit you. “Why are you mad?” you plead with her.

Feyre is silent and you turn to Rhys for some gentle coaxing but all he does is smirk and leave you to fend for yourself.

“I’m not mad,” Feyre says emphatically, her eyes a blue storm as they bore into your own.

She is so beautiful when she’s mad.

“Please, Feyre,” You implore her, taking her hands once again in yours, pressing a chaste kiss to her knuckles as you feel your bottom lip begin to wobble with anxiety, “tell me what I did.”

“I’m not mad,” Her face softens immediately and her eyes clear to a classy cobalt as she brings your hand to her lips now and kisses featherlight. “I just-”

The words die in her throat.

You feel Rhysand’s magnetic presence behind you and he approaches with caution as his mate looks at you again. Her eyes are full of hope and something akin to reverence.

“You just what, Feyre darling?” Rhys asks coaxingly giving her a soft encouraging smile and a comforting hand on her hip.

“I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

Any breath that might have had is long gone as the words leave her mouth and you can’t help but smile at the realization that blooms in your chest. She was jealous.

A ripple of dark power, light shaded night, rises and swells like a wave on the Sidra as Rhysand kisses the side of her face and smiles.

They both were.

You gather your wits and regard the pair as they turn their gaze upon you again waiting for your reply.

“And who is better?” You muse lightly, head still spinning as you let your rapidly beating heart flutter to a plateau.

“Me.”

It’s all she says before breaking free from her mate's tender embrace and striding over to you. Her body collides with yours with such passion and fervor that it feels almost fated-- all most cataclysmic.

And when her lips meet yours in a spell-binding, earth-shattering kiss you all but whine into her mouth. “Oh, fuck. Do that again.” It’s Rhysand who speaks, voice hoarse and low as you feel his hand carding through your hair at the base of your skull as you expose your throat to his High Lady.

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #feyre x rhysand #feyre x reader #rhysand x feyre #rhysand x reader #feysand fic #feysand x reader #poly!feysand x reader

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wzy3ka · 8 months

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| "You're not going anywhere, do you understand?" P.SH (박성훈)

Yandere!sunghoon x fem reader -1.1k-

Warnings: yandere, violence and bloodshed and like one kiss I think thats all

(Keep in mind that this is only a ff and the behaviors of the characters should not be taken personally)

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To stay or to break free, it was a risk for y/n to make either of the choices.

The sapphire night finally bade its goodbye as the cold dawning slowly unveiled itself. Y/n was awakened by a deadened thud coming from the backyard, and she knew she had to head there, with eyes still puffy, lacking a good night's sleep.

It wasn't a usual feeling to feel her heart pulsating upon seeing something she shouldn't, but it sure is the same extreme feeling she had to endure each time something doesn't feel right, at least to her boyfriend, Sunghoon.

"Sunghoon!" She called, immediately running towards the guy who was holding an old shovel, digging a man-size hole into the ground which was wet from the rain last night.

Sunghoon stopped and turned, facing his girlfriend. Beads of sweat were falling across his pale face. Blood and dirt smudged his damp white shirt, and he had the same restrained stare he always wore when he wasn't feeling like a good boy.

Y/N fell on her knees, clawing at the grass as she figured what was inside the hole he dug. She couldn't resist the sight. And even if she tried, there was no chance to do so.

Sunghoon stooped down beside her and said. "I caught a cat, y/n. Poor thing."

Y/n could only freeze and cry out blue as she watched the gaping marks of the shovel on her best friend's chest and limbs. It was a good try to help y/n escape from Sunghoon's hands. But the consequences of trying to bring her back to her home costed his own life. And to y/n, it hurt a hundred times more than watching Sunghoon kill everyone that was not him.

"A cat tried to help someone escape last night." He let out a vicious smile, trying to taunt her.

"But he failed, and got himself killed instead. He looks uglier now. Right, Y/n?"

Words couldn't escape from her mouth as tears kept falling, causing her eyes to be redder and sadder.

Sunghoon moved closer to her and whispered some more. "You're not going anywhere, do you understand?"

She could only nod and make a fool out of herself. After all, her juvenile dream of going home is slowly fading into bits.

Sunghoon cupped her face with his hand stained with fresh blood. "I'm sorry if I did this, Y/n. I didn't mean to frighten you. I-y/n-I never wanted to frighten you. You know I love you more than anything else in this world. And I would do anything to protect you. Do you understand?"

Y/n nodded, noticing his grip slowly tightening.

"There's only the two of us in this world. I can stop anvone that tries to prove that wrong. You're the only one that matters to me. So I should be the only one that matters to you, too."

Sunghoon leaned closer to her face, planting a kiss on her pale, cold lips. It was a short, gentle kiss as he quickly pulled away, with his expression suddenly changing into the one he thought y/n would feel secure about. Sadly, he was no longer the person y/n once knew, that was all too true.

Sunghoon used to love her just right. But now, being loved by him is simply a gun aimed at her head.

"Don't turn against me again, alright?"

So this time, y/n made sure that they were the only people that mattered.

“Happy anniversary, my love!" She welcomed sunghoon with a warm hug as soon as he arrived home.

She could feel his hands stroking her long wavy hair.

"Happy anniversary! God, I've missed you already!" He said, pecking her soft cheek.

Y/n grabbed his hands and muttered excitedly. "Come, I've prepared something for our date!"

They stayed inside the apartment, with a candlelight dinner and music filling in the whole place. It was just like their first date, with nothing but talks and wine and just their mellow connection.

Those were the things y/n was longing for so long, at least hoping that it would rekindle the spark that once faded away; a death of the light that made Sunghoon what he is now.

Later on, as the music went on, y/n asked for a dance with him. It was a silly demand. They haven't danced together for quite a long while, and they were not in the place to dance, specially that the only place that was a little bigger was the living room.

But they swayed along, anyway.

Each step synchronizing with the soft melody. Y/N realized it was still possible to live in the 80's, pretending there were no loud noises and violence, just a quiet moment with him.

"You make me so happy, Y/n." Sunghoon said, holding her waist.

"So do you." She replied, leaning on nis snoulders. “I want to stay like this forever with you."

Sunghoon smiled. "My love, you will always be by my side. We can surely stay like this forever."

"I want to make you happy everytime." Y/n said, stroking his sleek black hair. To be close to him, the thought of him loving her gentle touches, the idea of being afraid of him but still being able to feel loved, there was nothing more terrifying than their romance.

"Well, is there anything else that makes me happy except for you?" He let out a soft chuckle.

"But Sunghoon, I'm going home." She replied.

He suddenly stopped, facing Y/n, "I told you, you're not going anywhere." His glare suddenly went colder.

"This is not a request, Sunghoon. You know I love you, and part of loving you is letting you go."

Before Sunghoon could say a word, the door slammed open, with the siren starting and the police heading fast towards them and dragging Sunghoon and cuffing his hands, holding him down.

"You are under arrest."

Y/N watched as the commotion started. From the inside of the house to the backyard where her best friend was buried, and onto the gate where she saw her boyfriend being led inside the police car.

She could see him gaze at her with blank eyes and a straight face. He seemed too wretched to resist their forceful grips and chains on his wrists. It was the last painful sight she could ever see, and it felt a little lighter to be like a child.

It felt a little lighter to cry.

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this is rlly weird but I hope you enjoyed it.

#enhypen x reader #sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon angst #sunghoon imagines #yandere sunghoon #enhypen oneshots #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fanfic #sunghoon oneshots #jake enha #enha imagines #enha #enha x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #angst

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palaceofpassion · 2 months

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Welcome back, my good mutual. I have an ask for you.

In the spirit of the coming month, can you give us a scenario in which it's the Remnant equivalent of St. Patrick's Day, and the only person not wearing green... is Jaune?

Sweat ran down his brow, his heart raced in his chest. Sapphire eyes dashed from left to right. He was in a hurry, and no one would stop him. He didn't know where or when they'd come for him next! He had to be vigilant, this was what all his training had left up to.

He wouldn't let Pyr down, not again! Then it happened, his ears twitched as he heard a sound around the corner.

"Oooh Jaune~" The voice was sickeningly sweet.

Weiss never used that tone of voice with him, unless she demanded blood. Blood that suddenly curdled in primal fear.

He turned around, nearly falling over as his boots slid across the slick floor. His heart felt as if it would pop any second.

He needed to get to the dorm!

He knew a secret path, or at least a place that no one else would find him.

He heard another voice. "He's over there!" Nora called from the distance, there could be no other with that much energy.

"On it." It was Ren. Why was Ren turning on him so easily?!

He couldn't believe it, his friends were all traitors!

"Arc. I believe this is the end." His fears grew worse, it was Ciel Soleil, from Penny's team. She had somehow gotten before him, her normal calm demeanor coated with something wicked.

He wasn't going to stop in time, there was no way to avoid her. She he didn't bother. He put all his aura before him, and shifted into a shoulder tackle.

She must not have expected this outcome, for she simply moved out of the way to avoid him.

He was grateful that she didn't know him as well as his other friends. Any one close to him would have simply taken him from the bottom and knocked him over.

Eventually he made it through, only to see a flash of sorrow in the corner of his eye. Emerald eyes, followed by brilliant red. His world turned black as he was suddenly pulled aside by an unseen force.

Only to be caught by what he could describe as two soft pillows.

THe sound of the door closed behind him, a loud THUD.

He was trapped.

His world was over, before suddenly feeling a burning sensation on both sides of his waist. "Agh!" He cried out in pain, this was the end for him.

"Really now Jaune, was that so bad?" Pyrrha's voice reached his ears, the tall spartanish girl shook her head at his over dramatics. "This is why I tried to tell you to wear green." One of her hands was currently on his right side.

"Ye...yes! It... you should have just... given up earlier." ON the other was May Zedong from BRNZ. Having teamed up with Pyrrha, the two had managed to capture, and lay him low. Her fingers pinched his other side.

Both girls simply sighed, then giggled as they put a green scarf around his neck.

"Boo! I thought I could last longer." He gave up, falling on his back with dramatic flare.

Today had been the day of green! And he hadn't worn any.

"Too bad you don't have any natural green."

The final voice, Jessica Cruz a new first year here at Beacon, knelt before him, looking down as he rolled his eyes. "But a brave warrior doesn't yield!"

There was a silence, before he started to giggle. Apparently his self challenge failed! He had wanted to see how well he'd gone into training since his first year here at Beacon. But it seemed he was still no match for the stars. That didn't bother him though, because life was good.

"Yes yes, now get up, we can finally go enjoy the buffet, before Nora eats it all." He smiled as Pyrrha extended her hand to lift him up. He really was happy with his life.

#Jaune Arc #Dumb #Jessica Cruz #May zedodng #Pyrrha Nikos #Weiss Schnee #Ciel Soleil #Lie Ren #Nora Valkyrie

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jungle-angel · 4 months

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Head In The Clouds (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: When Bob makes love to you in the clouds, you swear it's the best thing ever (Greek Mythology AU)

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only, minors will be yeeted from this blog and blocked)

Tagging: @floydsmuse @sebsxphia @bobfloydsbabe and an especially big thank you to @attapullman as this is for International Bob Floyd Fucks Month!!!!! (lol).

At last, at long last you returned to your home in the clouds close to Mount Olympus, worn out from racing Ares and Apollo all day long on your black pegasus. The clouds had always been home for you and Bob, a place as wild and free as the forests on the earth below. Your fuzzy, fluffy little dream dragon ran right to you, curling around your legs and purring like a cat as if to welcome you home.

You saw Bob flying in just a moment later, fresh from helping Hermes on a mission for one of the Titans. Bob's sandaled feet touched down on the clouds as though they were solid ground, his snow white wings still unfurled like a pair of brilliant flags as he scooped you up in his strong arms.

"Missed you sweet cheeks," he said before planting a kiss on your lips.

You hummed into his kiss, reveling in the warmth that enveloped you. "I missed you too," you purred. "How'd everything go?"

"Better than ever," Bob answered. "Hyperion was more than happy to have the lamps working again and everybody made it home safe too."

You were relieved to say the least. Ever since the Titans had allied with the Olympians, things hadn't been better. You had yet to see the new island home of your distant ancestors, as did the rest of the Daggers, but Bob assured you that it would be something to look forward to going down the road.

You and Bob tended to your duties for the day, helping Hera, Poseidon and the others wherever you could until at last, night had begun to fall in the heavens. The moon and stars had all shined brightly as the creatures of the sky took to their cloud beds, curling up and drifting off to sleep along with your little fuzzy friend.

Bob couldn't help but stare off into that wild expanse of heaven, the deep sapphire blue skies making him sleepier than usual. He felt your arms sneaking their way around his waist as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for bed (y/n)?" he chuckled.

"Same can be said of you," you told him with a wry grin.

He pulled you into his arms, his deep blue eyes roaming over every trace of you as he pulled you into his strong but comforting embrace, breathing in your scent as though he had been away for longer.

In an instant you felt his warm lips on yours, kissing you gently and trailing from your lips to your jaw. You felt the tip of his tongue brushing against your skin, just tiny little licks at first, but as Bob began trialing down your neck, they became much more intense. A breathy little moan fell from your mouth as Bob kissed the curve of your neck.

"Shhhhh my love," he whispered. "Remember, somebody might hear us."

Bob gently guided you to the big mass of clouds that you both slept on every night, crooking a finger to beckon you closer. Your kissing became much more heated as his nimble fingers found the clasps on your copper colored tunic, drawing the thin, stringy straps down. The sheer fabric quickly fell, revealing your naked skin, pooling around your ankles as you helped Bob with his, the two of you never once breaking the kiss.

He laid you on your back, drawing a gasp as his rock hard cock found its way into your slick entrance. Bob watched with pure adoration as your eyes went wide and a gasp was drawn from your throat.

"Bob......?" you moaned.

"Hmm??"

You draw his hips against yours, creating a rhythm that made the little spot between your legs tingle with pleasure. "You like that?" he purred.

You nodded, a lazy smile playing with the corners of your mouth.

Bob slowly thrust his hips in and out of you, trailing kisses down your collarbone, taking great care to drag his tongue along the swells of your breasts and over your nipples. Bob swirled his tongue around them until they became pointed little dusty pink peaks.

"Bob......Bob.....p....please.....please....."

Your pleas were music to his ears as he dragged his tongue down to your navel, swirling it around and flicking it in and out. "My gorgeous wife," he groaned. "I love every bit of you and your body......."

Your moans grew louder as he spread your legs and kissed down the sensitive little spots on your inner thighs before going for the one spot that drove you crazy. His tongue worked its magic, flicking in circles, up, down and all around until you were a moaning mess.

"Bob.....Bob sweetie, I......I'm gonna......"

"Wait, wait for me sweetheart," he panted. "Hold on."

You moaned even louder when you suddenly felt him enter back into you, amazed at how fucking big he really was. He continued to thrust in and out of you, slowly, gently until both your hips jerked against each other, the both of you a fucked out, blissful mess.

Bob kissed your lips, his body heavy and relaxed against yours underneath him. "You're amazing, you know that?" he chuckled.

You laughed as he guided you down from the rest of your high, the clouds cool against your heat filled bodies. You and Bob lay in your bed of clouds, blissed out but relaxed and content as you explored each other's naked bodies, touching, kissing and caressing each other in the silvery moonlight.

"You get prettier every day (y/n)," he murmured sleepily. "You're everything to me."

You traced over his jaw, gently caressing his face. "And you're everything to me, Bob......you always will be."

Bob kissed you until you both fell asleep in each other's arms, never once letting each other go and waking up the same way, when the day began anew with the sun on your faces and the two of you together.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #international bob floyd fucks month

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sapphirefallschronicles · 1 year

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Meet Caleb Syverson❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

This is Caleb Syverson, though he usually just goes by Sy. He is two minutes older than Abigail, a detail he wants everyone to know. When Abigail’s and his dad died when they were just 16 in high school, he took over the role of the man of the house and ever since that moment, he has taken care of the Honey Bee Ranch, with both his mom and sister.

Sy is now 30 years old and still lives on the ranch, taking care of all the chores that require strength and he doesn’t mind if he gets dirty.

#Welcome to Sapphire Falls #Caleb Syverson #farmer!Syverson #henry cavill #Henry Cavill fanfiction

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sakkiichi · 10 months

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BABY BLUE.

“Tell me you will live through this and I will die for you.”

You can imagine any of your favorite characters for this, but I was specifically thinking of Scaramouche/Wanderer, Albedo, Xiao, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Kaeya x fem! reader.

genre/cw: very soft spice, angst to comfort, fluff, some slight aftercare.

word count: 1.4 k.

To someone I cherish, this is for you. If you ever see it, I hope it brings you some semblance of comfort on nights that feel lonely. Even if I’m asleep, I’m on the other side of the screen, dearest 🩵

The rain falls.

Your palm rests against the cold window glass, drops splattered on the other side.

Raindrops.

Looking up at them, you could feel like flying to the grey heavens; you always liked the weather better when it was gloomy.

Shades of light blue seem contained in the still free falling rain, before it shatters against the dull concrete.

You could relate to that, one amongst millions, forgotten afterwards.

Only so many loved to splash in muddy puddles, after all.

With a sigh, you pull away from the blurry glass, the imprint of your hand outlined against the indigo hues of the approaching night.

Is that all the world will have to remember you by?

Are you really that… ephemeral? Impermanent?

Unimportant? Is the word that lodges into your heart, freezing it, each beat painting in dark blue your lips that used to smile, the fingers that used to caress him, so lovingly.

Wrapping your soft blue blanket around your form, you step towards your room’s balcony, the curtains an eerie muted cyan in the dim light. Knuckles white, you pull the crystal doors open, frigid rain almost piercing when it touches your skin.

And yet, it feels peaceful, it feels good.

Perhaps you just missed hurting in ways that were not emotional, and maybe the cold drops in the night provided that.

“I knew you’d be here.” A familiar voice pulls you out of your daze.

Startled, you turn around. Your hands tremble around you, your rumpled up blanket falling off your shoulder, your yellow sweater akin to a blue sun, the water splatters over it, storm clouds. Your hair is plastered against your face, its vibrant shade, ashen in the faint moonlight through decaying skies.

Sighing, his hand wraps softly around yours.

Warm. Loving.

Not his usual chill; not his dominant or fearing for you hold; not his usual teasing; not his trembling hold in twilights when he begged you to please not go.

Permanent. Grounding.

Your lover pulls you into him, under the awning, freezing cobalt bleeding into smaller sapphires when it hits the canvas.

He doesn’t care how you’re dampening his clothes, his hair, arctic hues spreading like watercolors to his core.

Carefully, he guides you inside, the warmth of your room welcome to your shivering form.

The wet blanket is lifted from you, hung on a low chair before the balcony’s doors, the dripping water pooling in a mirrored image of the half concealed moon.

Your partner’s arms hook under your legs, cradling you close, walking towards the bed.

He lays down by your side, svelte hands slipping your ochre sweater off of you. His hands caress your hips, the skin right above your black pants, and the skin under, when slightly calloused fingers slip beneath the turquoise silk of your underwear.

His own shirt meets the same fate as your discarded sweater, both yours and his trousers following after.

Scarred hands travel up and down your sides, his gem-like eyes reflected in your dilated pupils.

Tears shine like colorless emeralds in your lash line.

You want him. You need him. So bad.

But do you deserve him?

As if he was the only one privy to your thoughts, your lover’s hand laces with yours.

His gaze is comfortably piercing, completely set on your pretty face.

A gentle squeeze, before his hand slips delicately under your sports bra, unclasping it, alice blue fabric slipping off your frame.

“Beautiful.” He breathes, his stare dilating, his hands fondling with your breasts, gently pinching your nipples. He relishes in the little moans you let out.

Even if he never liked to see you cry, you were still perfect with teal eyeshadow running down your cheeks.

“My love…” you utter, a choked out sound. You want him to go on, but you want him to find better than you too.

And yet, he doesn’t think there’s anyone better, not here, not on any of the seven nations, not in another world.

“What is it, my bunny?” He whispers, kissing down your jawline, your neck, your collarbones.

You let out a shaky sigh.

“Are you sure? That I’m the one you want to do this with?” You ask, not meeting his gaze, head lowered.

“My dearest, look at me.” His tone is mellow when he takes your chin in between his fingers, gaze haloed in night and starlight, magnetized by you. “You’re the only one I want this with, the only one I’ll ever want. Do you understand?” The shadow of a smirk crosses his perfectly sculpted features when his lips brush the shell of your ear, feeling your frame shiver at his every touch.

All you can do is nod, throbbing and wetness starting to pool in your core, shades of pink and amber merging into the blue lighting of the night when his fingers brush your hipbone.

Skilled digits prod at your needy nub, thumb circling it, pearlescent juices leaking out of you.

You were always so perfect, and right now, you’re ethereal.

Reflected moonlight paints your skin azure, the city lights fiery against your hair, splayed out around the pillows.

Lips that have smiled, smirked, bitten and brought you endless pleasure envelop yours, his tongue swirling over the rosé of your parted mouth, asking for an entrance that was and would forever remain his.

His hardened tip teases your hole, as his arms wrap around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer, two colliding meteors, so bright, the sun would never need to rise again.

He enters you, in a melody of skin against skin and moans of yours and his name mingling in a million colors in the dark.

You can feel him. Deeply. Every vein and drag of his length spreading you out, taking you higher with every kiss of his tip on your sweet spot, to a vantage point from where you can see the skies end.

“I love you…” your boyfriend groans, pushing deeper inside you, one of his hands intertwining fingers with yours, the other, firm on your hip. “I love you, my darling… I’ll repeat it until you believe it… you feel so good, archons, you’re perfect.”

With one last forceful thrust, you feel your walls clamp around him, ribbons in a myriad of bright lights you only see after the nebula you and him create, painting your walls in every little detail that constitutes him and all the sheer adoration he holds for you.

Perhaps he once was a fallen god, now wandering in search of his own identity; or a broken angel, casting everyone in light, except for himself, donning a mask, kept in the shadows; maybe he is a crafted alchemist, still wondering about what it means to be alive; he could have been a silent scribe, caring more than his hardened stare let on, always peering from behind a book or another; at times you swore he was an artist, the architect that designed your very soul. Or maybe you’ve dreamed of him as a suave knight, his heart concealed behind a wall of spiky ice.

But what never changed is that his heart was always yours, in every version of the world, in every chapter of the story you still write, in the hours you dream away.

And so, you let go.

Liquid starlight coats him in your burning desire, as his nails dig into your skin, claw-like marks in his wake.

You’re a star, him, the moon, or the sun, that will forever orbit around the shine you don’t always see. Together, you meet the zenith of more than just entangled bodies, his lips descending upon yours once again tonight, feather-like this time.

With breaths mixed and labored, he pulls out, his arms not letting go, never letting go, for the gravity of you will forever tie him to your heart; even if his is hollow, icy, corrupted, or hard and gold, the threads of your sweetness are all he needs to feel alive.

Gently, your lover pulls the covers snug around you.

Summer sky blue, he sewed them himself. Or was it just his design? You can’t recall, but they are coated in him, his scent, his goodnight kisses.

Tender fingertips brush sweaty strands of hair away from your face. ‘So that I dream of you’, are his unspoken words, before his eyes close and his lips meet the tip of your nose.

In his arms, your lashes flutter closed too, in tandem with his.

Will you find wine and warm light on the other side? Lanterns to guide your night? Perhaps vast expanses of greenery with paths to find yourself and libraries to lose yourself in. Whatever the case, you hope for clear skies.

When dawn approaches, the baby blue of your now dry blanket matches the heart shaped rays expanding in the horizon.

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mother-above · 6 months

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The Golden Warrior | Chapter 6

Azriel x Reader

Summary: To you, love was a poison that slowly killed. It was something that could make the strongest of warriors and leaders weak and vulnerable. You had successfully evaded romance and relationships for a century until the day you realized it had been plaguing you from within.

Chapters: 6/?

Word Count: 5.8k+

Warnings: suggestive, 18+, violence, and swearing

*masterlist*

What pissed you off the most was you have been thinking about Azriel. The feel of his strong arms bracing your shoulders was branded onto your skin. It was all Thesan’s fault, he planted that thought into your head, and it's now all you can think about. Whether it was the dreams of young Azriel stuck in that cellar to the grown Azriel who had protected you, he was all you thought about and you hated it. The hallways and rooms of the palace were tainted with the presence of the shadowsinger, you hadn’t stepped into the courtyard in fear you would relive the desire you felt for Azriel. Sleeping with Tarquin was fun but was only a small distraction, a part of you still wanted Azriel. You put all your focus on getting Dawn’s troops ready but preparing for war was not enough to get that overgrown bat out of your head.

Thesan was being insufferable. You had told him about the dreams of the little boy locked in a dark cellar and how sure you were that the boy was Azriel. Not only did Thesan NOT have an answer as to why you were dreaming of Azriel, but he also dared to ask if you liked the shadowsinger.

Thesan tells you he saw how Azriel had used his wings to protect you and how it was interesting he didn’t immediately protect anyone else in his court. Your cousin proceeded to drone on about the so-called heated glances between you and Azriel. Your mood immediately soured; you didn’t like what he was insinuating. Thesan knows how you feel about things like this, you would never allow yourself to feel things for Azriel. You rationalized that your fascination with the shadowsinger was because he was a meddlesome spymaster that got on your nerves.

It doesn’t help that Thesan had tasked you to safely deliver Nuan’s compound directly to Illyria, Windhaven camp to be exact. You understand why it had to be you; this compound was the only thing that could protect Prythian’s magic. The Night Court’s armies were the biggest compared to the other courts, so it was the Golden Warrior's job to make sure nothing was going to stop the compound from getting distributed to the forces.

This is why you and two Peregryn warriors; Wyla and Bersk winnowed in with hundreds of crates of the compound. Resting your hands on your knees, you breathed hard as you took in the sights of the war camp ahead of you. This was the most you’ve ever had to winnow, the energy it took left you sweating in the armor. The camp was void of any bright colors, just brown, grey, and forest green. There were tents, buildings, fire pits, and training areas scattered around the flat mountaintop. Your sudden appearance gained the attention of the Illyrians, their hostile and curious glances were thrown toward your direction. It wasn’t every day they saw feathered winged fae clad in golden armor in their camp.

In the distance, you can see the figures of Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian making their way toward you. Flexing your wings, you and Bersk walked towards the males as Wyla stayed behind with the crates. A heavy gaze falls on you and you have an inkling of who it could be. To avoid meeting Azriel’s gaze, you made sure to focus on Rhysand who was smirking at the sight of the five glowing sapphires embedded into the neckline of your armor.

“Welcome to Illyria, my Lady,” said Rhysand. “I like the new addition to the armor…. very inspiring.”

You grinned at him as you bowed. You almost arranged the stones to resemble how Illyrians wore their siphons but that would have been overkill. The goal was to get the males and especially females to talk about a strong female warrior and just as you hoped, it worked. The males with 1 or 2 siphons glanced in jealousy as they pretended to continue their training while the females balked at your presence.

“Thank you, High Lord Rhysand,” you said with a mischievous smile. “That was my intention.” Casting a hand towards the crates, you said, “I come bearing gifts, enough of Nuan’s compound for your legions.”

Breaking the spell of formality, Cassian comes over and claps a hand over your shoulder as if you’ve been friends for decades. “Nice to see you again, I wish it was in better circumstances,” said Cassian as he started walking toward Wyla and the crates.

“It’s nice to see you to Cassian,” you said smiling up at the male.

You had yet to acknowledge Azriel, and it would be incredibly rude if you didn’t, so you steeled yourself and risked turning to Azriel. His hazel eyes immediately found yours, he was waiting for you to notice him. Ignoring your skyrocketing heart rate caused by a glance at his stupidly handsome face, you gave Azriel a calm nod. He coolly dipped his head and walked with you, Cassian, and Rhysand in tow.

The moment you winnowed into the camp, Azriel immediately felt your power grace his senses. He looked up and let out a little gasp, there you were standing beautiful and confident with your wings proudly displayed. Azriel had been itching to see you, he was hoping Dawn’s second-in-command would be the one to deliver the compound and the Mother had blessed his wishes. He wanted to get to know you and understand why you could hear his shadows. It was unsettling to know someone in this world had the ability to catch him sneaking around, Azriel wasn’t necessarily upset but more intrigued as to how powerful you were. Someone who pulled his attention away from Morrigan was something he could not ignore.

After you gave specific instructions on how to properly ingest the compound to the camp lords, you had Wyla and Bersk help the Illyrians with the distribution piles. Rhysand offered to give you a tour and you eagerly accepted, this was your first time in Night Court and this place fascinated you. The camp lords you met sneered and looked at you in disgust, but they didn’t dare say anything disrespectful. It was a habit to keep your power hidden but you made sure to unleash enough for them to feel how dangerous you could be.

After exiting Rhysand’s cabin, Cassian tells you that there are more cities in Night Court that they would like to show you in the future. Rhysand and Cassian were extremely talkative and gave the history of Illyria and explained the dynamics of other camps further in the mountains. Occasionally, Azriel would add to the conversation, but he mostly stayed quiet. You found yourself glancing at him wondering what he was thinking. His shadows seemed to have warmed up to your presence despite previously having bad interactions with you, sometimes a wisp who was quietly chatting would come close and hover near you. This time you don’t mind their presence, but Azriel reined them in because he didn’t want to upset you.

There was a growing group of faeries gathered by a training ring, you would’ve ignored it but not when the sight of white wings and yelling suddenly gained your attention. The boys swear as the four of you sprint toward the mob. Bursting through the crowd, you felt relieved when you saw Wyla and Bersk untouched. Their faces were red with anger, so you know it was a verbal altercation about to go bad.

“What the hell is happening here?” you asked, as the sapphires flared with power.

Most of the warriors snapped their heads down as they sensed how dangerous you were.

“It appears some Illyrians are hesitant to fight with the Peregryns… they think we won’t be able to keep up,” sneered Wyla as she stared at a large Illyrian captain.

The captain menacingly stepped forward and towered over you. Wyla and Bersk start moving to intervene, but you hold out a hand to stop them.

“Let’s hear what this Captain has to say.”

He doesn’t seem to be bothered that your five sapphires glowed brighter than the two purple siphons strapped on his shoulders. “We are a warrior a race. Your dainty wings won’t stand a chance in battle, especially the females. You should stay home before you hold the real warriors back.”

Cassian took a breath to start yelling at his Captain but then Azriel clamped a hand onto his shoulder. He motions his head toward you as if to say she’s got this.

A wicked smile appeared as you stared directly into the captain's eyes. “The next time you say something outrageous, you better fact-check yourself. The Peregryns are related to the Seraphim who is considered a ‘warrior race.’ You must be young and uneducated if you can’t remember the fact that a Peregryn legion fought alongside your former and current High Lord.”

The captain scoffed, “That may be the case but that doesn’t mean my squadron and I can trust females in battle. I’m going to need you to prove it with no magic,” he said as he pointed to the training ring. “Since you’re so confident, why don’t you step up and spar me?”

“I’d watch my words If I were you, you don’t know who you’re dealing with,” you said cockily. “I’ll agree to spar if your General will allow it.”

You looked to Cassian with a brow raised, Cassian crossed his arms trying to decide if this was a good idea. He was already banned from the Summer Court; he didn’t need Thesan getting mad at him for allowing his cousin to get hurt. Anxious about what could happen, Azriel makes a move to intervene but is interrupted when he sees Cassian nod.

Azriel watched you confidently step into the ring and use magic to shed the armor from the top half of your body to match what the captain was wearing. He could feel the bile rise in his throat, he had no doubts your magic was powerful but physically, he was concerned. He has seen this captain beat men more muscular than you. Azriel hated to admit it, but the captain may be a dick, but he was a damn good warrior.

He looked to Rhysand and mentally asked him to interfere, but it was too late. Azriel looked at Wyla and Bersk to see if they looked just as sick as he felt but was surprised to see them cheering you on without a worry. The immense urge to protect you overwhelmed him, so much so that Azriel made his way to the edge of the ring. He knew you’d be pissed if he intervened in the fight, but he needed to be close by just in case.

Reigning in your energy, you stored every ounce of your power into the sapphires. You wanted to win fairly and show everyone in Windhaven that you and the Peregryns were not to be trifled with. Brandishing a wooden sword, you lunged for the Illyrian captain in a blur of white and gold.

You dodged punches and landed blows because you were faster but the moment he swung the sword and caught your leg, you faltered. The Illyrian warriors whooped as Wyla and Bersk cheered you on. Ditching the swords, you and the captain opt for hand-to-hand combat making Azriel tense with worry. Azriel looked nervously at Cassian thinking it was time to intervene, but the General had a grin on his face as he watched in fascination as you sparred with one of his best warriors. His worry eased for a bit when he saw your fist connect with the captain’s nose and it immediately started to bleed.

More punches and kicks were exchanged between the two of you. After landing a hard hit on his stomach, he retaliated with a blinding punch on your brow bone. Feeling the skin split and drip blood, you sighed thinking you had let this go on for far too long. The captain is about to land a kick on your torso but with a twitch of your wings, you’re airborne. All the spectators could see was a flurry of white as they saw you descend onto the captain. Using your body and momentum, you twisted around him wrapping your legs around his neck and used all your core strength to send him slamming onto the ground. Dirt sprayed everywhere and the crowd went silent. He tried to get up but with the wind knocked out of him, he yielded.

With a toothy grin, you raised your hands in victory and the Peregryns whooped and hollered, even the Illyrians were blown away and cheered. Cassian and Rhysand applauded impressed with their new ally, but Azriel stood there awestruck by the female in front of him. Looking down at your opponent on the floor, you bring a hand out to help him up but he waves you off as he slowly stands up. The captain looks down at you with his jaw set and just when you think he was going to spout more bullshit, the corners of his mouth ease into a small smile.

“Hybern should be wary of the skies.”

You look at the captain with a wicked grin that makes Azriel wish he were on the receiving end. “We shall rain down on them like hellfire,” you promised.

Azriel had never met anyone so strong and compelling, he stood there looking at you with nothing but pure admiration. Your bright eyes meet his and that’s when his world stopped. Staggering forward, Azriel felt a coil in his chest unravel and snap within him. His shields go down and his breath leaves his body as his eyes homed in on you and only you. Everyone else disappeared, the only thing he could see was your radiating figure. He felt an undeniable pull toward you as warmth and pride filled him while he watched you celebrate.

She’s my mate, thought Azriel.

His shadows went berserk, they were screaming in glee and almost shrouded Azriel in the darkness. They couldn’t believe the bond snapped and Azriel couldn’t either. His heart leaped as he took in your flushed cheeks as you glanced at him curious as to why his shadows were swarming. He held his breath thinking you felt it too, but your gaze was snatched away when Wyla came over to congratulate you. He watched you for a few moments for any sign of the bond snapping, but nothing happened and the Peregryns were keeping you occupied.

While Rhysand ordered everyone to disperse and get back to their duties, Azriel watched Cassian go over to you and grasp your shoulders.

“Oh my Gods, you were amazing,” gushed Cassian.

Frozen in his spot, Azriel bites his cheek to stop him from growling at the sight of Cassian touching you. He watched his brother take your arm and lead you to the front of Rhysand’s cabin where there was more privacy. He assumed it was to help clean your wounds because Cassian was holding the medical kit, but jealousy spread through him like wildfire. Jogging to catch up, Azriel snagged the kit from his brother’s hands and gave him a cold stare that Cassian would understand and know to back off.

Startled by his sudden presence, you gasp when Azriel puts a gentle hand on your elbow and leads you to sit on a boulder. Azriel has kept a respectable distance between the both of you since you arrived in Windhaven, and you were grateful for that. It was easier to ignore the curiosity you have for the male but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t stop sneaking glances at him. He looked worried when you were in the training ring, it was both insulting and endearing that he cared for your well-being.

Now that Azriel’s face was inches from your own, all pretenses of the tough Golden Warrior flew out the window. Even with you sitting down and him squatting, he was still taller. His shadows stayed close to his body, and you could hear their faint whispers. A couple of wisps were bold enough to float closer and examine the damage, one smoky tendril took it a step further and attempted to brush away dried blood. Azriel swiped it away with a hand as he assessed each laceration before reaching over for the cotton cloth and antiseptic.

“You know… I can heal myself. You don’t have to do this,” you said amused.

Azriel’s hazel eyes bored into yours with such intensity, that it left you blushing. It didn’t help that his calloused hand was now cupping your jaw to stop you from moving as he dabbed your split brow. “You still need to clean the wound before healing it. I thought one of Prythian’s best healers would know that.” He smirked as an exasperated sigh escaped your lips.

Rolling your eyes, you keep still as Azriel gently dabbed the dirt and dried blood from the wounds. You studied his face from this new angle, he really was the most beautiful being you had ever set your eyes upon. His tan skin was smooth except for the places where stubble was scattered around his upper lip and the lower parts of his cheek and jaw. You were more than aware of the rough palm that brushed the side of your face and the thumb that lay flat against your cheek. Those same strong hands were covered in scars, and you had the overwhelming urge to hug him, and let him know how sorry you were for what he’s had to endure.

You wanted to tell him about your dreams, but you held back, you didn’t want to scare him off. There was no logical reason for you to have dreams about Azriel’s past, so you kept your mouth shut. Instead, you basked in his presence and thought of all the positive things in Azriel’s life. He was now grown, well-fed, and worked with the High Lord of Night. You can assume he gets paid well and lives in a home where he is loved and appreciated. Watching these three males interact with each other was endearing, they were best friends and brothers, and you were glad Azriel had them.

“You surprised me today; I know you’re powerful but the way you fight… you’re fast and pull unexpected moves,” said Azriel, interrupting your thoughts. “We’re lucky to have you on our side.”

You weren’t sure how to respond, his skin on yours and his intoxicating smell of mist and cedar trees were overwhelming. Not thinking clearly, you leaned close to his ear and whispered. “Now you know what’ll happen to you if I catch your shadows lurking around my court again. Next time, I won’t be so nice, baby bat.”

Azriel shook his head and chuckled at the nickname. The memories of that night in the courtyard came flooding in as he relived the moment your fingers brushed against his wing. Your red cheeks told him you were thinking of the same thing. Sitting back on his heels, he motioned for you to start healing yourself. Your fingers glowed as they lightly traced the cuts as your magic stitched the skin together.

Azriel tugged on the bond and slightly deflated when he noticed your other half still wasn’t there. He could feel the gold tendrils reaching out but there was nothing to latch on to, only vast darkness. Azriel diligently cleaned his bloodied hands to distract himself from getting upset the bond still hadn’t snapped for you. He always imagined meeting his mate to be different, he thought it would be instantaneous for both parties but of course, the Mother had to make things harder for him.

With a flourish of your fingers, the last of the lacerations are healed and Azriel examined your skin and gave an approving nod. He hated seeing the cuts on you, if he had known you were his mate, he would have never let the captain lay a hand on you. Azriel was holding himself back from going up to the captain and teaching him another lesson, but he knew he couldn’t. Prythian was going to need every single soldier. He reached up and wiped the last bit of blood and dirt and when you were spotless, he tapped your chin affectionately. You snorted but that didn’t stop the smile that blossomed on your lips. Azriel felt his heart skip a beat, now he understood why he couldn’t get you out of his head, you were his other half.

“Thank you,” you whispered transfixed by his hazel eyes. You were aware there was a blush on your cheeks and no matter what, you couldn’t quiet your thundering heartbeat.

The shadowsinger studied you for a second longer, his thoughts running a mile a minute. He debated whether he should tell you or not, but he decided against it. “You’re welcome, my lady,” said Azriel.

Realizing you were staring at him, you cleared your throat and glanced at the other Peregryns who were nearby. Caught off guard, Wyla and Bersk who were keeping a watchful eye were suddenly extremely interested in the dirt by their boots. Rhysand and Cassian were gawking at how tender their brother was and when they saw you break apart, they scrambled and pointed to the mountains feigning a conversation.

Now that your job was done in Windhaven, it was time to go back to Dawn and do more preparation for the upcoming war. Bersk walked up to remind you that a meeting with Dawn Court’s regional lords was happening very soon.

“Thank you for safely delivering the compound, my lady. Please send our regards to Thesan and tell Nuan that we are all grateful for her invention,” said Rhysand.

You dip your head towards Rhys. “Thank you for the tour and for allowing me to have some fun,” you said appreciatively. “Rest well my friends, I wish our next meeting isn’t for a war.”

The Peregryns hold out their hands in preparation to winnow. Before making contact, you turned to Azriel. “I’ll see you on the battlefield, shadowsinger.”

The moment you and your soldiers vanished into thin air, Azriel let out a breath as his shoulders drooped, his wings almost touching the ground. Rhys grabbed his brother's hands and winnowed them inside his mother’s cabin, away from prying eyes and ears.

“Azriel—is it true?” asked Rhysand.

The blue-siphoned Illyrian slumped onto the couch and stared at Rhys and Cassian in shock. “Yes,” he whispered. “It’s true.”

“Uh—what’s happening?” said Cassian, slightly annoyed by their vagueness.

Azriel was still shell-shocked, so Rhysand spoke on his behalf. Up until this moment, Azriel had left his mental shields down and Rhysand heard everything.

“The lovely Golden Warrior is Azriel’s mate,” said Rhysand. Before Cassian could let out a cheer, he gives Cassian a look. “And she has no idea, the bond hasn’t snapped for her.”

“Well, that’s alright, it’ll snap for her soon,” said Cassian giddily. “This is great, Az! You’ve found your mate!”

The frown on Azriel’s face makes his brother’s joy for him falter, there was something else he wasn’t telling them. Seeing their expectant faces, Azriel sighed and combed a hand through his hair.

“I want to tell her, but I won’t. I want her to feel the bond on her own time, but the problem is… I don’t think she wants a relationship. I know she doesn’t want a relationship, she told me so.”

Rhysand’s mouth twisted in contemplation. “Well, she may think that now but wait till the bond snaps. It’s impossible to ignore.”

“I saw how she looked at you, Az,” said Cassian. “There’s no way she doesn’t feel something.”

Azriel shrugged, feeling insecure that he wouldn’t be good enough for you. “I don’t know Rhys; she seems very resistant to it. She didn’t tell me what it was, but something hurt her in the past.” He shook his head and looked at his brothers. “Don’t worry about me. We’ll get through this war together and then I can worry about my mate.”

Giving his brothers an unconvincing smile, Azriel’s shadows engulfed him until he disappeared within the dark wisps. With concern etched on their faces, Cassian and Rhys looked at each other and sighed.

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The stench of blood and dirt was all you could smell as you sheathed your golden sword. Due to good strategy, the Hybern soldiers were caught by surprise during this battle and weren’t prepared to fight. Dawn, Summer, and Night Court legions worked seamlessly together; the troops were flawless, and there were injuries but no Prythian deaths. The battle was so quick that you didn’t even have to use your dark magic, simple magical shields were enough.

After winnowing any injured Peregryn warriors to Dawn’s healer tents, Thesan called you over with a task. Since there were more injured Night Court soldiers, Thesan was sending you and other healers to take charge of a healer tent on the border between Dawn and Night’s war camp. Being Thesan’s cousin and only living relative, made you the second-best healer in all of Prythian. You and the others got to work right away as Illyrians and Darkbringers filled in with broken bones and blood oozing from them. The other healers were frightened of the Darkbringers so most of them were relocated to you, but you didn’t mind, they didn’t scare you.

A Darkbringer grunted in pain as you set his broken leg and placed it on a splint to stabilize it. With glowing hands, you hovered over the bone, and it snapped back into place as he howled in pain. Making quick work, you stitched his skin back together and advised him that his body needed to finish healing and to not use his leg for a couple of days. A small breeze wafted toward you and when you smelled the familiar cedar and night mist, you snapped your head toward the tent opening. There stood Azriel in his Illyrian leathers and glowing cobalt siphons, his shadows blocked most of the sunlight from entering the tent. You had never seen someone look so menacing and beautiful at the same time. A surprised gasp escaped your lips as you noticed his bleeding shoulder. Collecting yourself, you turned back to the Darkbringer and gave him a sleeping potion to help him rest and heal.

The heavy weight on Azriel’s chest was replaced with relief as he saw that you were unharmed. You were still dressed in your armor with weapons attached to your hips and thighs. There was blood splatter all over you and your wings, but with a quick check, he was relieved to see no damage to your armor. He was so focused on finding any wounds on you that he didn’t notice you swiftly making your way toward him. His heartbeat quickened when he felt your gentle touch lead him toward a cot.

He blinked in astonishment when he saw you pull the leather back to press a cloth on his bloody shoulder. Azriel didn’t even know he was hurt, he spent half of the battle making sure he had you in his eyesight as he fought the Hybern soldiers. Rhys and Cas warned him not to do that, but he couldn’t help it, how could he not watch out for his mate? Azriel found out he didn’t have to worry, the fighting he saw you do was far superior to what he saw when you sparred the Illyrian captain. What he witnessed today was the swift and deadly Golden Warrior, but that didn’t mean he didn’t stop checking on you every couple of minutes.

After interrogating Hybern, he lost sight and sent his shadows to find you. After hearing a report of you being with a Darkbringer, he immediately winnowed to the tents, his jealousy fizzing away when he realized you were only healing him. This was the reason he was speechless; he had never been this jealous about anything and the feeling was so overwhelming.

You pressed harder onto his shoulder which caused him to hiss. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “You need to calm down. Breathe in and out, your heart’s pumping so fast it’s making the blood come out faster.”

Following your instructions, he inhaled and exhaled. The comforting smell of lilac and morning dew filled his senses and his heart immediately calmed.

“There we go,” you murmured. “Much better. This will be painful, but I’ll try to make it as fast as possible,” you said as a glowing palm hovered over the wound.

Azriel could feel the weird tugging as his flesh reconnected, he grits his teeth in pain before it slowly faded away into nothing. You were so concentrated on fixing his wound that you didn’t realize how close and connected the both of you were. Your non-healing hand was on his shoulder for stability while his large hand gripped your waist as he dealt with the pain. Lifting your glowing palm, it revealed a healed area with red angry skin marring his tattooed shoulder. With radiating fingers, you smoothed out the bumps and it was as if nothing touched his golden-tan skin.

He looked at you in awe, he had never had the opportunity to be healed by a master healer and was impressed by how talented you were. The wound would've taken a couple of hours to heal without your help.

“Thank you, my Lady,” said Azriel.

You give him a tired smile, “It’s my pleasure, Azriel. Don’t make it a habit to come stumbling into a healer's tent.”

He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t stumble,” grumbled Azriel, jostling his hold on you.

Realizing you were still holding each other; you retracted all contact to Azriel’s dismay. Feeling yourself blush at the feel of his hand on your waist, you sat next to him in hopes he didn’t notice your ridiculous flushed cheeks. You looked around to see if anyone else needed tending but the injured were slowly trickling in so you decided the other healers could deal with it. The adrenaline of the battle and healing the injured was quickly wearing off making your usually perfect posture slump forward.

“This was your first battle, right?” asked Azriel. “How are you feeling?”

You looked around the tent again and peered through the tent flaps to see the war camp live with activity. Shifting your gaze to Azriel, you find him fully turned waiting for a response.

“I’m—okay. It was different to fight with a unit, it took some time to get used to, but I prefer this over fighting by myself. When I was alone those 49 years, most of my battles were fought alone,” you said fidgeting with the hilt of your ornate sword. “It’s nice knowing there are people around who have your back. It almost felt like someone was watching over me.”

Heat rushed onto Azriel’s cheeks; he wondered if you knew that it was him looking out for you. As for your loneliness, he knew what you meant, and he could feel the pain. “Today was a good day,” said Azriel. “You should know that today was an anomaly, a ‘best-case scenario’ situation that will not likely happen again.”

“Callon and Thesan already warned me,” you said quietly. “I know I’m going to lose soldiers, friends, and maybe even myself. I don’t know if I’m ready to deal with that… if my power is ready for this war.”

His brows scrunched as he looked at you in confusion. “You are one of the best warriors I’ve ever seen, you have nothing to worry abou-“

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” you interrupted. Raising your hands, golden tendrils of your magic intertwined themselves with your fingers. Azriel noticed it was different from the glow of your healing powers, it was darker and something his shadows were taking interest in. “I’m worried that I won’t be strong enough to use my powers when I’m needed.”

“I don’t understand...”

You slowly flourished your fingers around to examine the tendrils. Azriel’s shadows were curious, the wisps moved carefully as they tentatively touched the golden tendrils. He softly laughed in surprise when you allowed a shadow to curl around your fingers to examine your power. He shifted in his seat to hide a shiver, his shadow reports that the golden coils felt ominous and powerful, and the hazy wisps were reveling in it. More shadows moved to you in curiosity and to your bewilderment, you didn’t mind that his once aggravating shadows were wrapped around your fingers.

“I’ve seen the gargantuan numbers of the Hybern army and the dark creatures they have at their disposal. For us to even have a chanceof winning, we are going to need every advantage we have and a miracle,” you said while watching the gold and shadow tendrils move together. “Everyone tells me I’m powerful and I guess I am, but I’ve never used my magic on this large scale. I don’t know if I’m enough.”

Azriel’s heart tugged at the sight of his dejected mate. “I’m no expert but I do know that I believe in you,” blurted Azriel. He wanted to reach out and comfort you, but he stopped himself. He wanted to tell you that you were enough, but he didn’t know how to get the words out without accidentally revealing your bond.

You looked up at Azriel in surprise, “I appreciate the support.” Azriel was one of the most decorated warriors you’d met. His confidence in you meant a lot but that didn’t mean the shred of doubt didn’t disappear.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence as you watched the shadows slowly retract from your fingers and arm. Azriel rolled his neck and shifted closer. “If we survive this war, you should come and visit me in Velaris. It’s the city my family lives in, I think you’d love it.”

Thesan mentioned Velaris before, he told you that Rhysand had managed to protect the city from Amarantha’s wrath. “I would love to see Velaris! It would be a nice break from my duties and visit friends. Maybe Feyre will show me around,” you said grinning at the idea of visiting a vibrant city.

Azriel’s mouth opened and then closed, he thought he implied that he would be the one to show you around. “Right,” mumbled Azriel. “You’ll visit us because we’re friends." Azriel felt heat flood into his face in embarrassment.

You see the slight frown on his lips and when you’re about to ask him if something is wrong, he stands up. Azriel thanked you again for healing him and made an excuse to leave before stalking out of the tent. Staring at the empty spot beside you, you wondered if that was Azriel trying to ask you out. Shaking your head in confusion, you made your way to your tent to get cleaned up.

From a distance, Thesan watched with the gears turning in his head.

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stam-pegged | vash the stampede

summary — vash the stampede gets pegged.

pairing — vash the stampede x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. afab reader, use of a strap, vash has a pussy, cunnilingus

word count — 2.3k

author’s note — this is sooo self-indulgent and is for the purpose of spreading the vashussy agenda. ur welcome i hope u enjoy

“Have you ever been fucked, Vash?”

From where the infamous Humanoid Typhoon has his head laid on your chest comes a series of stutters and nervous laughs.

“Wh-what?” he manages, sitting upwards suddenly. His cheeks glow red, even darker than the perpetual tinge of sunburn that he has. Somehow he’s making eye contact with you, and yet he’s avoiding it like the plague.

“I mean, you’re a hundred and fifty years old, so I’m just curious,” you say, shrugging, but mischief dances in the way you gaze at him.

Vash’s head droops as he scratches the back of his neck and laughs, hesitating. “Well, you know, I’ve been- ah, busy… on the run, and stuff…”

“Really? So, you’ve never once…?”

Vash shakes his head. The only reason you’re so surprised is because he’s so breathtaking.

The first time you saw him you were convinced he was an angel– kicked out of heaven, perhaps, when he fell from the sky and landed with a thud a few feet away from you. It turned out he was no more than a wanted man running from the law and, in the midst of a run-in with the military, he’d managed to get catapulted into the air, which was how he found himself careening towards the ground where you were going about your day until then.

He was lucky that it was you who had found him, who’d taken him in and given him shelter for no reason other than the fact that you were utterly captivated. He was no divine creature, but on this planet he was the closest thing to one.

You remember how he told you that he’d spent the better part of his one hundred and fifty years on the run. That he had no one, not really, other than a twin brother with whom he was “slightly at odds with”. In one hundred and fifty years, no one had been so gentle with him like you had.

“Would you let me change that?” you ask, retreating on your forwardness to instead pose the question carefully.

It’s no secret that you’re attracted to him, and you think his affection for you is just as obvious. Like, come on. Just now he was laying on top of you with his face snuggled into your chest like a damn lapdog. It’s become a frequent thing for you to fall asleep tangled in one another’s limbs, clinging to the only good thing in your God forsaken lives.

Vash looks at you, baby blue eyes round and twinkling. “Yeah.”

You smile, hoping he can’t sense the eagerness brewing in your stomach. Your hand reaches up to cradle his face, and you kiss him, slow and soft, and you melt into his touch when his own hands fall around your neck. It feels like your lips were meant for his–made to fit against one another.

Your tongue presses into his mouth and the kiss becomes sloppy, starts to evoke a need within both of you. Between your legs there’s a dull pulse that makes you rub them together, and you don’t doubt that Vash feels it too. It’s hot, crawling up your spine and lighting your entire body up with flames.

Carefully, your hand slides down Vash’s chest and along his thighs, thick and hard under your palms. It comes back up to find a home between his legs, and when you palm at his crotch, he whimpers into your mouth. You didn’t expect him to be so… docile.

You pull away with a grin, batting your eyelashes as you gaze at Vash. Spit strings still connect your lips to his, and he feels suddenly dizzy when he notices them.

“You’re cute, Vash,” you admit, shifting off of the couch and to the floor.

Vash’s eyes burn through you as you settle on your knees between his legs. The usual soft, sky blue in them has turned to a dark, brilliant sapphire, glazed over with desire.

Gently you pull at the band of his loose sweats. He lifts his hips absentmindedly, allowing you to pull them down his toned legs. In an instant, your gaze is drawn to his cunt, spread open like a blooming fruit, dripping with sweetness and begging to be devoured.

“God, you’re so pretty, Vash,” you tell him in a low whisper, unashamed to compliment him. Your head dips to the side, and you relish in the way he shivers when your lips press against his thighs. “Bet you taste amazing, too.”

Your kisses move lower and lower, your hands curling around his legs where they’re propped up on the couch. Vash's heavy breaths are like music to your ears, a hint at your effect on him. He gulps ever so often, like he's trying to swallow down his want. His face is still flushed hot pink.

The first swipe of your tongue through his folds leaves the both of you lightheaded. Him, trying desperately not to fall apart at the seams from this new sensation. You, relishing in the taste of his arousal, a taste unlike anything you’ve ever tasted. He’s sweet—sugary, like nectar. It’s dizzying, addicting.

A flip in your brain switches and you’re hungry. Starved. So desperate for more of him that it would drive you to insanity had you not had him in your very grasp.

So you eat. Relentless, your tongue rolls over Vash’s clit again and again as any coherent

thought in your mind is replaced by pure lust. Vash is gasping, panting hard at the dizzying sensation coursing through his entire being, his hands grasping at the couch.

He’s well acquainted with adrenaline. The way it burns through his blood, moves his arms and legs without him thinking, forces him to fight, shoot, kick– makes his heart pump so hard it hurts, makes his lungs swallow so much air that he feels as though he’s floating.

This, however, is foreign to him. Pleasure. He’s never felt anything like it, never wanted so much more of something, never been so regretful that it’s taken so long for him to discover it.

Your hand reaches up, two of your fingertips prodding at his slicked entrance and he jolts ever so slightly.

“I’m gonna put a finger in, okay? It’ll feel even better,” you tell him, your voice husky and heavy with desire, hot breath dancing over Vash’s cunt.

You wait until he nods his head, then push your middle finger inside of him, moaning out as his soft, warm walls pull you in. Vash gives a whine of his own, dizzy from the light stretch, from the way his body floods with heat when you curl your finger upwards and you find the spot that makes him yelp.

The moment your tongue finds his clit once more, Vash wails. He can’t hold back any longer, his back arching toward the ceiling, his pussy clenching around your finger. His thighs tremble around your head as he completely and utterly lets go.

He feels like he’s falling, but for the first time, it’s blissful.

“There you go, Vash, such a good boy,” you hum. You ease up, slowing your finger to a near halt and watching his face intently as he trembles with the aftershocks of his first orgasm ever. He’s all red and dazed, and you rub a hand slowly over his thigh to try and ground him once more.

“Felt good, hm?” you ask, planting a kiss to his thigh as you draw your finger back out of him. You gasp at the sight of the sticky webs of his cum that cling to your digit, glimmering like they’re ribbons of silk. You wrap your lips around your finger, eyes fluttering shut at the saccharine taste and your head is spinning. That’s plant cum, you suppose.

Vash nods his head dazedly. “Felt really good,” he mumbles, giving you a small, loopy smile.

“Ready for more, then?” you ask, a smirk gracing your features. Perhaps you could give him a little bit more time to recover, but something in your brain is desperate to make him fall apart all over again–something primal.

His eyes widen just a little at the thought of more, then he’s nodding his head again and in the blink of an eye you’re on your feet, heading to your bedroom closet in search of something. When you appear once more, you’ve got a pretty pink cock strapped to your hips, a bottle of lube in hand, and Vash waits for you with his legs still spread.

He thinks he might pass out as you stand before him, bottom lip between your teeth as you drizzle lube over the strap and pump your hand up and down, slow and deliberate while flames lick up Vash’s skin.

“You want it, Vash?” you ask, finally stepping close enough to hover the cock over his cunt.

“Please,” he breathes, unashamed of his desperation.

You drag the slick tip along his slit, through his sopping, greedy folds and he’s writhing. Soft, impatient whimpers make their way past his lips, but he doesn’t have the courage to say anything. He lays there, pliant for you, because you know best.

“I’m gonna put it in, okay?” you tell him. His need is contagious, spreading through you until your mind is void of all things but for the image of him being split open.

“Yeah- yes,” he replies.

With that, you push at the back of his thighs until he lifts them for you, burying your cock inside him slowly as he cries out at the intrusion. It’s much thicker than your finger, of course, but paired with the way his hole is drooling with both arousal and lube as well as his plant physiology giving him a higher pain threshold, it’s far, far more pleasure than it is pain. You hook his legs around your waist, sliding in until you’re finally fully seated inside him, your hips flush to his.

He’s never looked so flustered, his eyes foggy like he’s high and his cheeks glowing red, his mouth hanging in a permanent O shape. You lean forward, mashing your lips with his because right now you could quite literally devour him.

Your hips pull back slightly before sliding back in–not too fast, and not achingly slow, either. Vash’s whines become muffled against your mouth, his hands flying to grasp onto your shoulders as your thrusts begin to fall into a rhythm. Your cock drags in and out of Vash’s clenching pussy, steady, scared he’ll fall apart in your hands if you’re too rough with him even though you know better.

“More,” he whines, somehow still so polite, yet there’s a newfound boldness in his tone as the way your cock stretches him out becomes utterly addictive. It grazes his sweet spot with every rock of your hips, dragging against his walls deliciously, and soon it’s not enough for him.

“Want more, baby?” you ask, grinning devilishly.

“Please, go harder,” he whimpers, fingers pressing into your shoulders as he braces for it.

And so you go harder, near-slamming your hips into his, somehow managing to elicit sounds from Vash that are even more obscene than before, sounds you didn’t think he was capable of making. Just when you thought he couldn’t get more beautiful, here he is, spread open and vulnerable for you, his name on your tongue, trusting you with his pleasure in your hands.

Tears start to well in Vash’s eyes and your heart swells. You’re familiar with the overwhelmingness of it all, even despite the conflicting need for more, for faster, for harder. Your hand reaches up, a thumb swiping underneath his eyes to catch the tears that have spilled.

“You’re doing so fucking good, sweet boy, taking it so well for me,” you coo, smiling softly at him in hopes that he’ll find some beacon of assurance within you. “Gonna cum for me again?”

He nods his head, letting a sweet whimpered sound fall from his lips. “I wanna cum.”

You bend forward once more, moulding your mouths together while your hand slips between your sweat-slicked bodies and down to Vash’s clit. He lurches in your grasp the moment your thumb starts to rub tight circles against it, his hips bucking, but it only pushes him harder onto your cock.

“Cum for me,” you say, breathless.

Vash is throbbing all over–around your cock, deep in his stomach, and his mind, too. Inside of him, pleasure boils and bubbles more and more with every thrust you give, until finally it spills over the edges.

Vash chokes out a broken sob as his second orgasm spills through him, spreading like a wildfire to his fingertips and toes until he’s trembling and his chest is heaving as he swallows down air.

“That’s it, baby,” you say, still circling his clit as he starts to come back down. You’ve stopped moving your hips, stilling inside him while he came, and now your hands rub up and down his thighs where they’re hooked around your waist. “Doing okay?”

He nods, eyes full of fog–the look on his face is adorable.

“How was that?” you ask, slowly slipping out of him, giggling at the way he whines when you do.

“Really really good,” he tells you, giving you a gooey smile.

You toss yourself onto the couch right next to him as you’re met with the sudden urge to pull him into your arms. His head falls back to your chest, nuzzling into your t-shirt, shamelessly inhaling your scent.

“You did so good, and I’m not just saying that,” you tell him, clenching your legs together when you replay his expressions in your head. “The Humanoid Typhoon takes dick like a champ.”

He buries his face further into your tits, making a noise of humiliation. You’re patting his hair so gently though, so he doesn’t feel as embarrassed as he should.

“I wanna do it again,” he admits, then his head jolts up suddenly. “But I wanna be on top this time.”

“We can do it again,” you tell him, stroking his cheek. “But you’ll be on your hands and knees so I can take you from behind.”

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