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imaginesmai · 2 months

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Hiii I absolutely adore your fics! Especially the angst 😭😭

I was wondering if you could you write something super angsty about when Az comes back from the dungeons after torture and he just looks so... broken.

Y/n (his mate) first comforts him, ofc, but then she's so pissed at Rhys for making Azzy do this that she goes to pick a fight with him. Maybe even the others have to step in after the fight starts to get physical...

You asked for angst and you shall recieve! I kind of imagine Azriel being quite closed off about his missions, so I hope I made this right! Feel free to make more requests, and thank you for your kind words!

Warnings: mentions of violence against children and their death, kind of mean!Rhys but not cruel nor hateful, just a bit dumb. Not a hate Rhysand fic.

Breaking point - Azriel

The fire had already died down, and the dinner was cold. You had spent half of your afternoon cooking, and the other half choosing your best dress. The one that kept Azriel’s eyes captured all night, that seemed to be a magnet for his hands.

It was rare to have a night for the two of you, between his work and yours as an emissary. It was rare to have him accept that night without responsibilities, but lately you always found some excuse to be together. Not mated for too long, Azriel found himself drifting away from his work to your presence.

That wasn’t the case that night.

You stared at the last candle as the fire consumed it, minutes away from turning off. Azriel had closed his side of the bond early in the morning, before you started your shift, but you tugged at it once more. Briefly, softly, tired of hours of waiting with no result.

Part of you wondered if dating the shadowsinger would be always like that. You had never complained about him his work before you, but that night was starting to feel too long.

The brief rush of air from the door being opened turned the candle off, and you turned around with a scowl ready. Your high-heels laid forgotten next to the door, and that would have been enough other times to make Azriel feel bad.

But you watched as Azriel left his own shoes next to yours without saying anything, his shoulders tense and his wings dropped.

“Az” you stared, squinting your eyes to see in the darkness of the night. “Is that blood?”

“Not mine”

His answer was harsh, like the edges of his body. Once your eyesight accommodated to the dark, your discovered that there was indeed blood. Not only the smudge on his neck that you had seen, but also on his clothes. On his wings, dripping to the floor. Dried on his shoes, that had left a few prints on the wooden floor. His hands seemed too crusted with it.

You rose from the chair and he looked at you. His face already looked crestfallen, but after noticing your dress and the dinner table, slumped more. Azriel must have forgotten about the dinner, the date and everything else. You didn’t usually talk about the details of his job, yet you gathered it took a stroll on him most of the days.

Going against every fiber of your body that had been angry minutes ago, you walked towards him barefoot.

“I’m sorry” he sighed, turning around to hang his coat. “Lost track of the time down there. I… forgot”

“It’s fine, I wasn’t sure food was edible. It did smell weird” you tried to change the mood, but he didn’t look at you. “Everything okay? That’s a lot of blood”

“Not mine” he repeated. “It’s been… complicated. Do you mind if I take a shower? We can reheat dinner and eat in the couch. I’m sure we can savage something”

“Sure. There are some leftovers from yesterday”

Azriel was a tough male, and hated to talk about his feelings. You had learned that through hard years of friendship where he didn’t let on any feelings towards you, just cold indifference. Being mated changed some things, but other stayed the same.

It would have been a mistake to try and drag answer out of him, so you let him get away to the shower. He gave you a tense smile and walked out, ignoring the worried glance you casted.

Sounds of clothes hitting the floor filled the silent apartment. You doubted what would be best, if talk to him or leave him alone. Maybe he wanted to be alone, you tried, because he hadn’t asked for your presence. Shared showers were common in your household, but not that time. Biting your lip, you considered what to do until you heard the soft brush of his wings against the tiles of the bathroom.

Azriel wouldn’t be dragging his wings through the floor if he wasn’t devastated.

Fae hearing and smell weren’t a good ally to surprising people, so he didn’t say anything when you closed the bathroom door behind you and undressed. His bulky form took almost all the space, shadows gathering close to the sink and on every corner of the small bathroom.

They brushed against your feet when you pushed the curtain aside and squeezed yourself between him and the wall. There was no way of knowing if those were tears or drops of water on his cheeks, but he still smiled at you.

“Maybe we should wait until tomorrow” he tried, his voice sounding vacant. “I’m not feeling like it right now”

“It’s the first and last time you’ll hear me say this, but I’m not thinking about that right now. Do you want to talk about it?”

“About me not wanting – “

“About today, love. I’m right here if you want to talk” you wrapped your arms around his chest, staring up at him. “Maybe it’ll feel better if you let it out”

“Doubt it”

Azriel was a head taller than you, bigger in every aspect, but your eyes still bored into him. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and his left wing twitched. It was unusual for you to have his naked form so close and do nothing about it, for him to have his favorite parts of you within reach and do nothing.

But that night you weren’t thinking about any of it as his breath shuddered for the first time since you had known him, as composure seemed to crack a little.

His face was pure anguish for a moment, all pain, devastation and sorrow. Every feeling he had comforted you through broke through his face at once. Drops of water fell from his soaked hair, that covered most of his forehead. There was no way of knowing if those were tears of just water, but there was a suspicious salty scent on the air.

“I want to be here for you, but you have to let me” you assured him, squeezing him tighter in your arms. A primal need was born in you to keep him whole, to be the glue to his broken pieces.

“It’s not something you want to hear”

“Nothing you can tell me will make me love you less, or see you different. I already love every part of you”

“Not this part” his voice sounded tight, desperate, as he made eye-contact with you.

“That’s for me to decide, Az, and I’ve already decided. What’s the matter?”

Azriel still seemed to doubt for a second. His hand searched for the back of your hair and he tugged at it aimlessly. He tangled his fingers, now clean of blood, between your soaked locks. As if the words he was about to say would break him in two, he was steadying himself against the wall with his free hand.

Maybe they were, you thought. Azriel never shared his feelings with you. He was a closed person that barely let you inside his heart as his own mate, but you were okay with that. You would give him time, every minute and second he needed, until he was comfortable with giving you his heart.

That moment seemed important enough to deserve a short pause. Azriel’s throat worked around the words, his heart speeding.

“There is a man, in the mountains. He owns a cabin deep in the forest, at least ten miles away from the nearest civilization post. Rhysand has been keeping tabs on him for a while, for some… suspicious activities”

“What activities?”

“Children. Going missing” he explained briefly, avoiding the further explanation. Him sharing something about his life outside you and your family was enough though. “It’s been going on for a while. Devlon’s daughter was between the missing ones, so the camp lord finally demanded something to be done about it”

“And you were the one to do it”

You kept your annoyance to yourself, your thoughts about Rhysand using your mate as his personal guard dog. You might love Rhysand as your High Lord and friend, but the things he made Azriel do were enough to keep your distance from him sometimes.

That time, you braced yourself for Azriel’s information and tried to be as open as possible.

“Yeah”

Azriel took another pause, and that time you were sure those were tears filling his eyes. For any answer, you leaned a bit forward and got on your tiptoes to press your lips to his jaw. It was a soft, brief kiss against his stubble that had him shuddering once more. His head fell even lower after that.

“So that’s where you’ve been all afternoon. That’s fine, no different from any other day” you contemplated when he didn’t continue. “What really happen, Az?”

“You don’t want to know”

He made his intention, his thoughts, clear for a second time. Yet there was a hidden urge on his voice that pressed you to keep asking. The bond was still closed off, but through the cracks of his part, you could feel the need to share it. It was clear that he didn’t want you to be the person to share it with, and you would have normally respected his choice.

But there were tears on his eyes, actual tears on your precious mate’s eyes that were shattering your own heart into pieces. Your strong, brave shadowsinger was breaking in that tiny shower and you were dying to be there for him.

“Azriel”

You just needed his name. It was like a prayer, like an order or a command, like a petition. He used to tell you that you saying his name was enough to put him to his knees, that buckled at the sound. Azriel’s face broke into a grimace and he suck a breath before he finally broke down.

“He kept those children in cells in his own basement. They were so skinny, so small, he wasn’t feeding them” Azriel’s breath sped up, as his words stumbled down his throat. He broke eye-contact and stared at a spot in your collarbone. “I couldn’t tell one apart from another, because he heard I was coming and burned them all down. There was no one left alive”

It took you a moment to separate the horror of the story of his own horror. The one that marked his hands that held you so lovingly, that made you coffee each morning and ticked you in the early mornings. His stepbrothers had burned his hands down, and since then, Azriel hadn’t been near an uncontrolled fire.

“I tried to save them, so save any of them. But they were all ashes”

When Azriel leaned down so he could rest his head against your shoulder, you only held him tighter. When the water turned cold and he started shivering, you just turned it off in silence and guided him to bed.

You dried him with soft touches, stopping to touch every inch of his scarred hands. Helped him get into comfortable clothes and laid with him in silence, letting him knowing you weren’t going anywhere – at least yet. You stared at him with a small smile until his eyes closed and his body relaxed, his breathing finally becoming even.

For good measure, you brushed his hair out of his face. There was no need for him to happen what had happened next. The blood on his clothes, the stains on the wooden floor. You were sure there were specks of blood in his wings, where he couldn’t reach.

Nothing Azriel told you would drag you away from him. He could become a monster and you would destroy the world with him. But that night, after hours of staying awake just staring at him safe from the horrors of the world, you got up and put back your clothes.

Then, you winnowed away.

Rhysand had been finishing reports when he noticed the breach in his home. Cassian was sitting on the couch, half-asleep with un-done reports on his own desks.

He had been waiting for Azriel’s that night, but he guessed he would receive it the next morning. When he noticed the breach, he guessed it was his spymaster bringing back information from his latest task.

Rhysand didn’t expect you appearing out of thin air on his office, with a murderous look on your face. He raised his brows lightly, and got up from his chair. He didn’t miss the way you were clenching your fists, so he decided not to cross the barrier between you and him.

“Y/N” he called your name carefully. “It’s late, shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“Azriel just came home. Destroyed. And I’m supposed to be asleep?”

“What happened?”

The mean, sarcastic laugh you barked at his question wasn’t the ‘you’ Rhysand knew. The kind emissary that settled political relationships between courts, that lighted up his brother’s darkness. You snorted again when you looked at his expecting face.

“You mean besides completing yet another cruel mission for you, one he was clearly too attached to? Why do you always send him for the worse ones? What makes your sanity more worthy than his?” you extended an arm and pointed vaguely around the room. “You’ve been here, sitting so comfortably, while my mate was getting his hands dirty on your name. And you dare to ask about – “

“I don’t sit here comfortably, I don’t value my sanity over his. Where is this coming from?”

It wasn’t the first time you had that argument, more common during the last few years. Even when Azriel was just your friend, you had always spoken against his role in Rhysand’s court. You had seen the bags under his eyes, the weight of his actions that he didn’t share with his family.

Cassian perked up from his spot at your argument and raised voices, and noticed the hostile atmosphere immediately. It was hard not to, when your own power was making the lights tremble and your eyes spark.

“Because you are draining him! He’s not a weapon you can yield against your court, he’s part of your family and your brother. And you’re gonna end up hurting him”

“You’re not the person to talk about my court or how I handle those matters. You’re not High Lord and certainly not around enough to question my rulership”

“I am his mate, the one who picks up the pieces. What you do with him isn’t family or brotherhood, is extortion and manipulation” you busted out, taking a step closer. “You saved him, good for you! That was centuries ago! And now he feels like he owns you his life and you just throw him around!”

“Careful there, Y/N. I don’t appreciate how you’re talking right now” the high lord growled under his breath, his own power waking up.

“We should talk about this in the morning”

Cassian tried to interfere, but you didn’t pay attention to him when Rhysand stepped away from the table and towards you. It wasn’t your friend who stood before you, the man you had laughed with and worked for during many years. It was the responsible of your mate’s pain and all you saw was read and hate and Azriel’s first tear rolling down.

You bared your teeth at him like a wild animal, you guessed. You were coming at him with everything you had kept through the years, and maybe it was rushed and mean, but it wasn’t unfair.

“Azriel is my brother, and he’s a valuable resource for our court that I carefully blade against – “

Rhysand’s words died down when your fist collided with the side of his mouth. He stumbled against the table, a pen rolling off. Cassian finally rose from his seat and opened his mouth to warm Rhysand, to stop you or to do something. But he didn’t move as your hand lowered again against your High Lord. You pushed him away from you, and any answer or complain Rhysand had died down when he finally focused on your face.

There were tear tracks down cheeks, and you didn’t look angry anymore. You looked desperate, broken, so sad that it robbed Rhysand’s breath.

He kept still as you pushed him once more, now his body rigid against your touch. You chocked on a sob when he didn’t flinch, your fist hitting the side of his chest. He didn’t stop you when you kept hitting him, pushing him, as you cried down every truth in that room.

You’re hurting my mate

You’re going to kill my mate

Please just leave him alone

It was your begging that made him realize that his mistakes. The sorrows that you poured in them that he saw himself in, when Feyre was hurt. It made him wonder what kind of brother he was for driving Azriel’s mate to that state.

Rhysand took everything you gave him and ordered Cassian with a silent look to leave. The male obeyed with a sharp look, disappearing minutes before your knees finally gave out and you crumbled after a weak punch. You hid your face in your hands as Rhysand tried to keep you straight. Your body shook with sobs and you didn’t have it in you to feel bad when shadows caressed your shoulders as Azriel winnowed behind you.

Your mate gently grabbed you in his arms and helped you get up. Not once he looked at Rhysand, not once he acknowledged his brother’s desperate tries to meet his eyes and speak into his mind. Azriel just held you together as he winnowed back to your bed, where he had noticed you had left him to do what he was too afraid to say himself.

“Just let him be happy” you whined one last time as shadows covered you both. His arms pulled you farther against his embrace. “You fucking prick, let me be happy”

Rhysand watched you two disappear without catching his brother’s eyes once. Azriel only looked at you with a mix of adoration and gratitude, and kept Rhysand off his mind. The High Lord stared at the empty spot you had left for a while, caressing his already bruised jaw.

Then, he fell to his chair and let the doubts and mistakes crowd his mind.

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fatuismooches · 3 months

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HEHE HAIHAI SMOOCHES ITS ME ANON WHO CANT STOP THINKING ABT FAILURE AND DELTA SEGMENTS SINCE U ASKED SO NICELY U SHALL RECIEVE MORE BRAINROTS thud time a cute little imagine? scenario? (i have no idea hut we roll) with failure segment

Since this segment doesn’t acknowledge anyone other than fragile!reader (and prime i think) i imagine that when the agents are assigned with tasks related to this segment, they feel immense reluctance.. but worry not! fragile!reader to the rescue!

Imagine one of the times where reader is sat on his table, trapped between his arms as he stares at them (this is a regular occurrence atp), an unlucky fatui agent assigned to retrieve something from this segments’ office comes in and asks for said thing, they get ignored as usual, so fragile! reader, being the kind and gentle soul they are take it upon themselves to help them, since theyre the only person this segment would willingly listen to without facing any difficulties.

So the reader repeats the agents’ question but less nervously and in a more softer tone, they stroke his cheeks with their thumbs as he gets lost in the soft glint in their eyes, and almost as if hypnotised, he nods along to the sound of their lovely voice and in a voice so low he answers the reader, then points to the direction of said object the agent was assigned to get. The agent takes it and walks off (almost darts out tbh), and reader just kisses the segment as thank you, i imagine he keeps his half lidded eyes open whenever fragile!reader presses their lips against his, but just for a couple of seconds, i like to think he mainly does this to memorize the feeling of the moment, how soft their lips feel, the way you look so content kissing him, the feeling of your hands on his cheeks (how they’re no longer as cold as he remembers them to be when you were in a comatose state), the feeling of yearning and love in his chest, etc.

And only then does he closes his eyes shut to enjoy the moment even more.

And then when you try to pull away, he doesn’t let you. He lightly places a hand under your chin and a hand on the back of your neck and pulls you back for a peck, a peck turns into two, then he goes in for thirds and fourths and its like he can’t get enough of the sweet taste of your lips (honestly none of the segments nor Dottore himself can get enough). I know it was stated that this segment doesnt initiate physical affection since he’s content with watching you go about your day from afar, but i like to imagine that although occasionally, he sometimes reciprocates double the affection you give him, its like he’s lost control of his own movements and moves in a trance. And then reader can’t take anymore because of how flustered and breathless they feel and immediately bury their face in the crook of his neck, with their arms wrapped tight around him as he sigh in contentment.

Their face burns even more when he absentmindedly murmurs in that voice of his about the feel of their lips as if he was documenting checkup results so close to their ear.

hehe this was fun to write but i did not beta read at sll :3c can i be 🐙 anon pretty pleasr C:

(x) Although being asked to speak to any of the segments is a challenging task for the average person, Zeta is a special case. Each segment is unique in their own way, perhaps loud and crazy, or calm yet intimidating, but at least they can communicate with their underlings. Zeta, on the other hand, has very little contact with the regular Fatuis, only capable of working in solitude considering his state of mind. Most agents are forced to return empty-handed and instead fetch another segment to help. He's not seen very often either - it's either Prime's office, his office, the hallways to and from, and maybe his room. So Zeta certainly isn't a segment one would want to deal with, especially since his ticks and likes are vastly unknown to the general Fatui... (the handbook is severely lacking in this area...)

But despite the air around Zeta, you weren't scared off in the slightest, and of course, found yourself snuggling with him in due time. His general demeanor was far different from the other segments but that wasn't an issue, you found it endearing but also quite sad at how gently he treated you as if you were glass that was just about to break... you wanted to try and show him how you were still stronger than that! (Despite your frail health.)

You didn't expect helping him with his job to be part of spending time with him, but you're not mad. Rather, you find it a bit cute how he's willing to listen and indulge your wishes. (The handbook definitely has a rule like - [Name] 100% has magic powers. Definitely an angel bestowed upon us.) Meanwhile, Zeta has no issue with this, in fact, he finds it reminiscent of all the times you used to ask favors from him, when you used to rely on him for anything and everything. So now that finally you're awake, alive, smiling, he wants you to rely on him again. (Though he does find it a bit annoying how nice you are to these agents, he'd prefer to help you with your own requests...)

You can never really predict when Zeta will have one of those days when he needs to kiss you all over, and although it catches you off guard you will never not reciprocate. You know how long he's had to watch you be motionless, and you need to make up for that time. It's also kind of funny because while all the other segments fluster you on purpose, Zeta doesn't realize it sometimes.

#smooches talks #🐙 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #crying sobbing #DELICIOUS 🐙 ANON DELICIOUS.

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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May i ask a one shot with Tighnari? If u want can u do a fem reader who pretend to be dumb so him can teach her? <3 extra fuffly pls

✿ 𝙙𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙮, 𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙯𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ✿

characters: tighnari x fem!reader

warnings: reader being a little shit and just tooth rotting fluff, tig-tig might be a bit ooc

notes: asked and you shall recieve😌i’m sorry if it took too long but i still haven’t lost my 50/50 to tighnari rn so i needed to do some research to try and grasp his personality

hope this is to your liking😚 nobu out🫡

the rainforest of sumeru is a beautiful place. wild animals, all sorts of flowers and fauna with many different kinds of crystalflies and fireflies appearing at night to add more life to the forest. it was a breathtaking sight indeed. but to you, nothing could ever hold a candle to the green fennec fox hybrid scolding you right now.

“-and the sumeru rose can also be-hey! hey! are you listening!!” snapping his fingers in front of you repeatedly while his fluffy tail swished from side to side behind him, it seems like your daydreaming was cut short for now.

“oh yeah! sorry tig-tig! hehe~” pinching the bridge of your nose, tighnari continued to scold you about how he has already taught you about the medical values of every common sumeru flowers far too many times by now.

the forest ranger already knows of how you’re one of the best graduates from the akademiya yet you can’t seem to memorize things in a long term. maybe you have short term memory loss? or is it another kind of rare disease that’s affecting you? if so he better find out what it is and the cure quickly!

while tighnari was busy worrying over your condition, you were scheming with collei about how to confess to him. of course confessing with chocolates and treats was a common practice but then again tighnari was a fox hybrid so maybe you should kill him another time after confessing. maybe a hand made small souvenir would work? he makes small bracelets and necklaces by hand so he seems to enjoy it. ah how stressful!

“maybe a pot of flowers would work? after all master tighnari may not look like it but he really enjoys growing his own little flowers! one time i even heard him baby talking to one of his potted padisaras with baby talk!” noticing your stress, collei recalled a funny moment in hopes of cheering you up and to at least give you an idea. and it seemed to work.

“collei! what is tig-tig’s favorite flower?” the sudden shift of your mood was a bit scary for the trainee not gonna lie. shaking off the sudden shock, collei gave you a solid answer. niloptala lotus. well shit.

and so after days of waiting for the perfect moment, searching for the perfect spot and flowers, you’ve finally got it. niloptala lotus that bloomed at night by the caresses of the full moon.

walking to the front door of the forest ranger’s little hut has always brought you giddiness but now it just fills you with dread. what if it isn’t his favorite flower? what if he gets angry that you woke him up? is he even awake? maybe this was a bad idea.

before you could even calm the racing thoughts in your mind, you collided with something. oh shoot, just the person you were thinking of.

“oh [name]? what see you doing up so late? you should be sleeping, it’s bad for your health” always the mom friend, fretting over others even when he should be looking out for himself as well. when tighnari saw the pot of flower in your hand, you can easily see his tail start swishing from side to side behind him. before he could ask you anything, you handed him the pot of plant.

“ahem just listen to what i have to say. please?” after having his confirmed nod you began to pour your heart out.

how through all these times, you always knew of the lessons he was teaching you but always listened closely because it was him who was teaching it. how you always knew the answer whenever he asked you a question but played dumb so you can listen to his voice. how the small little acts of him getting angry and pinching your nose or flicking your forehead was endearing. how you always loved being with him but just couldn’t have the heart to say so.

and through it all tighnari listened. he listened and suddenly everything was so clear.

when you finished your confession, that you may or may not have practiced a bit too many times, you felt a hand gently tug you down and a soft kiss against your forehead. your eyes probably looked like they were about to pop out because tighnari was laughing.

“you dummy, ditzy [name]”

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bonus:

“sooo does this mean you love me too tig-tig?”

“sigh fennec foxes mate for life [name]”

“…oh”

#nobu.writes #genshin x reader #genshin x female reader #tighnari x reader #genshin tighnari x reader #tighnari x reader fluff #genshin impact x reader fluff #x fem!reader #x female reader #nobu out🫡#no beta we die like rex lapis

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thegreatestsandwich · 1 year

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hii can you write highborn reader (any house) and aemond where she's like halaena's handmaiden and is super close with all of them (alicent adores her) and her and aemond have been secretly dating for some time now (they're super in love) and it's his birthday and as a "present" she gives him her v card? with smut and super fuffly 😇

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: Everything revolved around him, that's why you prepare one of the best gifts he could have ever recieved.

Warning: Mentions of losing virginity, if you squint your eyes you might see some possesive behaviour, also INCEST, read if you want, but if you are a minor, leave! why are you here?!

A/N: Hi anon! I know you wanted like a sort of handmaided reader, but I thought approached differently, I hope you still liked it! By the way, I think I'm sick? I don't know, I wrote it while coughing and having a fever! So I really hope this doesn't suck. Also, all the titles of my fics are mostly lyrics from Taylor Swift

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! Let me read what you think!

Aemond watched with a bore expression at the guests. Alicent, his mother and queen had decided to throw a celebration in the name of him. His hand grabbed a glass of whatever alcohol the server was carrying. It warmed his throat, trying to ignore that jealousy feeling of watching you dance with Lord Ramsay.

You were perfect as usual, and for a moment he wanted to believed you dressed for him. And without he even noticed, he began making his way towards you. You spotted him as he approached, a smile forming on your face as Aemond stood next to you.

“Lord Ramsey.” He greeted, trying to not appear mad at how he was holding you. The man nodded in response. “I was hoping I could steal my sister for a moment, I wish to speak to her about something of importance.”

His words didn’t seem to have the effect he hoped for, Lord Ramsey tugging your body closer to him. “I believe that could wait, we are having a magnificent time, my prince.”

Aemond’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. His gaze turned to you and a soft smile graced his face. “Sister, please.” He offered his arm.

For a moment you doubted, you knew that your mother wanted to promise your hand to Lord Ramsey and leaving him here would cause problem after problem that maybe even Alicent would not be able to fix, but again, you wanted nothing more than to leave this awful and boring man.

Your hand gently pushed Lord Ramnsey’s arm before taking Aemond’s. “I apologize, my lord, but I believe my brother has something quite important to inform me, I promise you I will seek you after I finish discussing what he has to say.”

Lord Ramsey frowned, a strained smile on his face. “Of course, princess. I shall wait for your return.” He grabbed your hand and force it to his face, a wet kiss was placed. You tried so hard not to gagged in disgust.

Aemond guide you towards the balcony, away from the endless chatter and loud music. His thoughts were consuming him, the protectiveness feeling was starting to burn inside him the moment he saw you dance with that pathetic form of a Lord, you deserved more than that, you deserve him.

You were his.

Stop it.

You could be his.

But his mother would not let that happened, even after already marry Helaena with Aemon.

Both of you stood quietly there, the soft breeze trying to ease that jealousy he was feeling. He glimpsed at you for a second before returning his gaze to the dark waters. “Are you alright?” He asked. “I did see how uncomfortable you were with his touch.”

You sighed tiredly and his hope rose, perhaps you were truly disgusted with Lord Ramsey’s touch. “That man could not accept a no for an answer, even if it hit him on his face.”

Aemond smirked at your sarcasm. “I am glad I was able to save you from him then.”

“And I could not be more grateful for your intervention.” You smiled at him, finally facing his way. Aemond sightly turned to you but not completely. Noticing how nervous you were. “I-I have a gift for you.”

“A gift?” He became curious, you were emptyhanded. “Where is it?”

You blushed, turning away from him. “Not here, it is safely guarded away.”

“I see, then perhaps you could lead me to it then?”

You tried to ignore his focus on you, your mind burning with nervousness at your possible future actions. “Perhaps I could do that, but then, what about this evening? After all, this celebration is for you.”

He hummed distractedly. His hand already tucking your arm into his, leading you towards one of the empty corridors. “Perhaps it is, but then again. It is my celebration, I should be able to decide if I want to continue being on it.”

You giggle at his response making him smile, you began leading him upstairs towards his room. Aemond frowned.

When did you manage to sneak into his room and hide the gift there?

You entered first before tugging him inside, your head turning towards both sides, hoping you were able to enter without being seen.

“(Y/N)” He murmured confusedly as you began pushing him towards his chair. “What…?”

You must have seen something wrong in his expression as your eyes widened with alarm, leaning away from him.

For a second, Aemond watched you curiously, before his hand grabbing yours, kissing your fingers. You smiled at his action. “Today is not about me.” Your hand shook his away to trace the arch of his brow. Your finger traced down the length of his nose, his lips, the outline of his parch. The muscles of his cheek responding at your touch. “Let me love you.” You whispered.

“You already do.” He responded with the same tone, his eyes threatening to close at your touch. “That’s not something I have to question, I know your love for me. My love for you is the same.”

Aemond tense for a second, his muscles freezing as you sat on his lap, his eye close and his fists clenched for a moment.

“I want to love you tonight.” You whispered against his neck, making him shiver. His eye open and his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your heart sighed in relief and began kissing his neck softly. A trail of tiny little kisses as you made your way to his lips. He kissed you in response, letting you lead at your pace. You bit his lower lip, sucking on it making him moan. “I want you to own me. My gift is for you to finally own me.” You whispered against his lips, you shiver at your own forwardness, it was unconventional from you to ask for such things.

Aemond didn’t push you away, his hands caressing your waist, contemplating your words. Both of you knew the wrongness in this, both of you knew how your mother would deny this. Aemond wished for you, he wanted you and for a moment in his life he though Alicent would wed you off.

Sadly, that would never occur as the news of the queen searching for a suitable man to take your hand was already being spread.

Aemond’s hand caress your cheek, softly tracing the bottom of your lip, traying to take in as much as your beauty as possible.

Your heart began racing in anticipation for what he could do next. His hand slide down to your neck, tugging you softly, trying to get you closer. He kissed your cheek first, then your nose and finally your lips, gently tugging your bottom lip into his mouth. He sucked on it and you moan in response.

“Please.” You whispered again against his lips. “Please, take me to bed.” You grabbed the hand that was on your cheek, guiding it towards your mouth. You kissed his palm and he close his eye, resting his forehead against yours. “Please Aemond.”

Aemond’s fingers began pushing the dress from your shoulders. You blushed at his forwardness but didn’t complain as his hands slide down towards your skirt pushing it upwards, his palms feeling the soft skin of your legs, without an answer, he grabbed both of them, holding your weight as he stood up. He walked a short distance, softly placing you on the bed. Quietly, he removed your shoes.

“I dressed for you.” His gaze turned towards your flushed face. “I thought you might like it.”

He hummed, gently laying on top of you trying to not put all his weight on you. “You look beautiful, my little dragon.”

Your dress was loose but he could still see your nipples hardening against his heated gaze. Aemond almost lost control at how perfect you looked against his sheets. He swallowed hard as you sat and began pushing the dress off your chest. It pooled around your lap.

You let him help you letting his fingers detour from the task, allowing him to trace your features. Your jaw, your brows, your eyes, your lips. Aemond lowered his head, a single breath escaping his mouth before you met him with yours, kissing him softly. You grabbed his arms, clutching them with a bit of force. You were nervous.

The kiss became heated, a burning sensation overpowered both of you. That searing pain that this could only be for one night, that what you were about to do, to accept being wrapped on this passion, on this hope that perhaps this could be the start of something. Everything was portrayed on that kiss.

His hands turned bold, finally touching where you wanted, your breast, caressing your nipples, your stomach, everywhere he could reach, leading that path of goose bumps that formed behind his fingers. But you that wasn’t enough, you needed more. He broke the kiss.

“Look at me.” He implored desperately. You almost didn’t recognize his voice as the passion he was feeling was making it more raw, more desperate. Something out of character for him. “Look at me, my little dragon.”

Your eyes opened, his hands resting on your jaw. Aemond kissed your cheek, his lips staying there for a second. That’s when you felt his erection against your stomach. He needed you, but he wasn’t allowing him to break his control yet.

“Aemond.” You whispered his name like a prayer. “I was supposed to take care of you.” You breathlessly laughed. “To take care of your needs.”

He kissed your cheek once again, now closer to your lips, you felt him smile. “Next time.” He swore it to you, his voice completely serious. “Next time and the next time for however you wish.”

“Next time.” You repeated and he understood the meaning behind your words. You wanted this to continue for as long as he wanted.

“We have to take this slow.” He whispered against your skin. You tried to protest but he shushed you gently. “This will be your first time…I-I do not want to hurt you, never you.”

“Please Aemond, please touch me.” You tried to get closer to him but he held you in place. His forehead now resting on your shoulder. “Aemond please.”

His hand gently traced your nipple. “Here?” He cheekily asked.

You groaned in annoyance. “No.” His hand traced your rib cage. “Lower.”

He lowered his hand at your command, now completely flushed against your stomach. “Better?”

“Lower.” You pleaded with desperation. “Lower Aemond.”

Aemond rapidly help you take off the rest of your dress, sliding it down against your legs, you whimpered at the loss of his skin against yours. His hands opened your legs, his fingers tracing the wetness between your legs. “What about here?”

“Yes.” You moaned.

He slid one finger inside you, you tensed for a bit. Aemond kiss one of your knees. “I know.” He whispered. “I know.”

“Aemond.” The feeling was uncomfortable.

“Let yourself adjust at my fingers.” He got closer to your cunt, his tongue circling at your clit. You felt a spike on pleasure, ignoring that uncomfortable feeling, focusing now on what he was giving you. His finger gently began thrusting and his mouth became your distraction.

Another finger was added and your cunt tightened against the intrusion. He slowly thrust both fingers, and that aching became lost and the need for release overpowered your body. You began to tremble and he smiled.

“Aemond.” His name was a prayer on your lips, something was happening and you were not sure what it was. “Aemond, you repeated.”

He felt it, how your cunt began contracting against his fingers, he felt the wetness covering them, he could smell it as well, how your body react with the smallest of his touches. Aemond couldn’t help it and suck at your clit. Gods, he became now addicted at your taste. You were delicious, even more than any other sweetest fruits he had already tasted. Now you became his favorite sweet. And he would beg for you to let him taste you.

“Give me this.” He whispered. You frowned and your mouth part open at the sensation. He felt it. “Give it to me.”

You whimpered as your walls contracted against his fingers, Aemond hummed in delight as you experienced what he was about to give you with his cock, but something still stop him to own you completely. His eye watched your face as his fingers slid out of you carefully. He couldn’t stop himself from sucking on them. Your hooded eyes watching him with intensity.

“I do not want to wait anymore, Aemond.” You whispered and your voice was completely gone with desire.

“I do not want to hurt you, my little dragon.” He grabbed your hand and kiss your fingers. “What you have give me on this day was more than enough.”

You frowned. “No, I want more, this was not enough.”

His hands rapidly began undressing his clothes, tossing them carelessly somewhere around the floor, in reality, he didn’t care where they went. You were his only focus. Your eyes quickly went at his cock, widening for a bit at how hard -and huge- he was.

Aemond moved between your legs, his hand helping his cock get wet from your release. He position himself against your entrance. “Watch, my love.” He said. “Watch how your body will welcome mine, how we will become one.”

He entered you slowly, a tiny thrust to test your pain. He found your barrier of your virginity, another thrust and he broke it through.

There was no comment or story you asked before that could prepare you for the pain you would feel at this moment. But there wasn’t only that, it was so much more than that. It was his weight over your body, it was the way he tried to distract you from the pain with his touch, with his kisses. It was the way pleasure was fighting his control, you could see it on his face, the way his eye closed, the way his brow puckered in concentration, it was in the way his breath hitched when your walls contracted against his cock.

But then, the pain was replaced with pleasure, with a beautiful bliss at feeling full of him. You finally felt his length inside you, how perfectly it fit, like you both were made for each other.

You moaned. “Aemond, please.”

And he complied at your silent request, he gave you what you -he- wanted. He began thrusting over and over again. His thrust became faster and harder, Aemond trying to surround both of you with this feeling. That’s when he swore to himself that he would be the only one who would give you this pleasure, only he was allowed.

“Wrap your legs at my waist.” He ordered you. Still grabbing them and placed them there. His hips flushed against yours, that changed brought more pleasure to you. You began moaning louder and he let you. His mouth came to your ear, licking below it. “You were made for me.” Aemond surrounded all your senses, he was everywhere, over you, in you. You see and breathe him. “Perfect, just perfect, so good, you are so good, my wife, only mine.” He became completely mad thanks to you.

His words were laced with raw pleasure, Gods that send you over the edge making you gasp. “Aemond!”

“Yes, my wife, yes.” He encourage you. “That’s it, that’s it, fuck.”

Your walls squeezed his cock and your body shiver with that beautiful ecstasy. He groaned, chasing his own release, filling you completely with his warm seed.

Aemond slumped against you, trying to not put all his weight on your body but he was completely spent. Your fingers took off his eye patch and he didn’t put any resistance, allowing you to do as you please. Your hand rested on his cheek and he opened his eyes, finally looking at your flushed and satisfied face. You smiled and he returned it, his nose bopping yours. You laughed at his action.

He finally slide off you and his eye couldn’t help to watch how his seed leaked from your cunt.

Mine. Only mine.

Aemond rolled off you and he dragged you to his chest, kissing your sweaty hair. You sighed contently. You would want no one other than him. His arms held you tight and he guide your head to his, kissing you one more time.

Your fingers traced his scar and he let you for a moment before his hand grabbed yours, twining your fingers together, kissing your hand. “I mean what I said.” He whispered, you frowned for a moment, trying to remember what he was talking about. “You will become my wife.”

“What if they don’t let us get wed?” You whispered against his chest. Aemond frowned.

“The will let us.” He assured you, “They will see the strength and power we will hold with our union, and if they do not see it, then I will make sure to make you mine, no one will separate us. I promise you that.”

You nodded with his words. “You will be my wife.” Aemond continued. “You will become the mother of my children, that is how it is supposed to be.” He kissed you.

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anukulee · 8 months

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Period Comforts

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Requested By; Hold My Tesseract.

A/N: This is my first time trying a period type of comfort, so please bare with me

Tap, tap, ratted Loki's fist against the door, only to recieve no answer, Loki allowed his eyes to gaze his surroundings ensuring that he was in the right place, before once again allowing his fist to knock against the door. Once again there was no answer, with no sound of her angelic voice entering through his ears. While some upon getting no response might've left, Loki Friggason (formally Odinson and Laufeyson), was far from what the Midgardians deemed as normal. The words were already on the tip of his tongue, for he knew excatly what he must do. "Rest assured one way or another you shall open this door, so we can either do this the easy or the hard way. Now pick your choice." Thus rather then teleporting like most other magical beings would've done in his place, instead with a quick glow of his seidr, he materialized two daggers, ready to stab the door if need be, for if anyone was in there aside from her, they would get the message whether that be through his words or through his actions.

Click, Loki heard the door unlock, daggers still ready in his arms, until upon the door opening he saw her. Slowly Loki lowered the daggers down allowing them to vanish in a puff of green seidr. "Are you coming in or not," she asked, her tone lacking all of her usual amusement. Rather then question it, Loki slowly stepped into their shared apartment, giving it a good once over to ensure that he still had the right apartment.

Thump, was the next that Loki heard, upon looking into it, he was faced with his darling now lazily spread across the couch, with a tub of ice cream sitting abandoned on the table. That's odd, rarely does she abandon such a sweet treat, he thought as he allowed his eyes to drift around the table to see if he might be able to find some more clues, that may answer his darling's particular mood.

Before Loki could even look into it, he heard a sharp groan, along with a certain cuss word slip from her lips. Words that Loki wasn't used to hearing from his angel's lips, for while she did cuss, she usually kept it the tammer words of those Midgardian cuss words. Yet upon hearing a word that Loki only really heard when she was deep in her pleasure did Loki know something was wrong. As Loki opened his mouth to speak without putting thought into it, something that while would be fine on any other day wasn't fine for this day nor this week in particular. "Darling," he uttered, inching every so closely to the couch.

At this he recieved a glare from his darling, eyes boring into his, almost as if she was starring daggers into him. "What," she muttered, her voice full of grumpiness, and a bitter tone.

"Is everything alright?"

All Loki heard at first was a deep exhale escaping her lips, as the tips of her fingertips rubbed against her forehead. "Life."

"Life," Loki asked, very much confused of what she might mean in regards to life.

"What else?"

"And what does that mean excatly," Loki asked, his voice treading ever so careful given the tension that was clearly filling the air.

"It means I am on my period."

"Your period?"

"Yes, and I hate my life," Loki's darling said, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration.

Despite other maybe taking this as a sign to back away, Loki instead went closer to what one would call the lion's den, slowly wrapping his arm's around her. "And this period is the reason for it?" His voice far softer then one might expect from him.

"Yes," she muttered, as she seemed to embrace it going so far as to nuzzle her head into the crook of his neck, allowing her to embrace in the warmth before she spoke.

"I see, and may I ask what excatly this period might be?"

Slowly did Loki's darling head rise, her frustration, now going to the side, as she gazed at the clear confused look on her godly boyfriend. "You don't know what a period is?"

"No, should I?"

Rather then being frustrated or irritated as one might think at being asked this question, instead Loki's darling seemed more at ease. After all how would one expect Loki to know? As Loki's darling voice seemed to lower, now calmer, as a laugh soon escaped her lips. A laugh that Loki usually loved at least when it wasn't at him. "hm ha ha hm."

"What is it?" Confusion still continued to cloud Loki's face, as he watched his darling continue to laugh.

"I never thought I would hear you ask that?"

"And why is that?"

"It's just generally men aren't particularly interested in our womanly troubles."

"And why is that? For on Asgard we worship those we choose as lovers as the goddesses, for they are the one who provide us children, who carry on our names on their back."

"Sadly we Midgardians aren't like that."

"And why not?"

"Back in the olden days, periods were a thing of shame, woman forced to hide their troubles, so as not to be seen proper. Sometimes it was a sign that a woman could produce heirs, or she was reaching womanhood."

"I see, so what exactly does this period entail?"

"Basically woman bleed from their vagina, every month due to the lack of fertilized egg in our system."

"The egg is what produces children right?"

"Looks like someone studied up."

"While I may not be as knowledgeable in Midgardian sides, I am not as lacking as others."

"Loki, be nice."

"I never said it was him."

"You didn't have to."

"Fine, so you bleed every month?"

"Unless we are pregnant, during that time our periods will stop, this way our the linging that sheds during periods remain in."

"So this means you stop bleeding?"

"In simple terms yes."

"I see, so what I might do to help?"

"You want to help?"

"If you are in pain, why shouldn't I be of use?"

"Oh."

"Oh, have your mere excuse of a Midgardian men, not done this?"

"Yes," Loki's darling responded as with this, she allowed her head to nodd, the moment that Loki saw this, his fist slowly curled ready to punch something. Yet with one touch of her hand on his, slowly Loki's fist began to uncurl.

"Clearly they are more lacking then I thought. Seeing as you provide us with so much, are our pillars, and our better halves you should be worshipped."

"What would you build a shrine for me," Loki's darling teased, her hands folding against her chest in a teasing manner.

"Perhaps," Loki hinted, as slowly he allowed his arms to wrap around her waist.

"Aren't I a lucky one?"

"Yes, now what is it that you wish for me to do?"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Why wouldn't I be," Loki asked, as another confused look crossed against his face.

"Who knows what I might ask."

"How bad could it be?"

"Don't you know about craving?" At this Loki's darling began to move her arms in a siggly motion, despite Loki's arms still wrapped around her.

"Is that not something one gets during pregnancy?"

"Yes, and during periods."

"And what might these craving entail."

"Who knows, it could be normal or it could be as abnormal as pickles and mayo."

"I see, well whatever it might be, I shall get it for you."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Even when I am moaning about cramps?"

"Cramps, like muscle contraction?"

"Yes."

"Well then I shall be here to assist in whatever way I can."

"Truly?"

"I did swear my loyality did I not?"

"Yes, but..."

"Nothing you shall ask of me will be out of question, for while your other partner's might not been as supportive, I will do anything for you."

"Truly?"

"You doubt my word?"

"No, it's just..."

"Not this again," Loki said going so far as to allow his finger tip to be placed on her lips. "As I have said I will do anything for you, even if it means burning the world for you."

"Overdramtic much," Loki's darling asked once Loki took his finger off her lip.

"You know love me."

"Always."

"Now I shall ask again what is it you require?"

"I suppose I could use," Loki's darling started as bit by bit she named what she might need. Just as promised Loki provided it all, never faltering on his word. Bit by bit leaning more about the Midgardian woman's time of the month, yet with this the two grew ever close in their comforts of one another. Comforts that would continue throughout time and time again, for no matter what happened the two always found their comforts in one another, no matter what time of the month it was. For as long as they found comfort in each other that is all that mattered, at least it did to them.

#loki friggason #tom hiddleston #angst with happy ending #loki marvel #ignoring canon #loki #loki x oc #loki x reader fic #fluff #period fluff #request #Youtube

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kingpreciouswrld · 1 year

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Miranda priestly and female reader, reader is Miranda's assistant who she's secretly in love with. She suffers from fainting spells and collapses in Miranda's arms unexpectedly

ask and ye shall recieve, thanks for requesting!

Falling For You

Pairing: Miranda Priestly x Reader

Word Count: 950

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I hope you like it :)

Through your years in college, you never thought that you’d end up in New York, working in fashion of all things. Now, you weren’t a fashion person and you certainly didn’t know who ran the fashion world. However, the job you have now thrusted you into the spotlight albeit it was a small spotlight.

For the past 2 years you've worked for a certain Dragon. You weren't one for reptiles but this Dragon captured your heart. It wasn't love at first sight, but as you continued to work for her, she opened up to you (as much as a fashion celebrity did) and you got to see a glimpse of what it was like behind the Dragon persona.

You got to see her.

Miranda.

Miranda Priestly was different from Miranda, who was different from the Dragon. The Dragon recently got out of a horrible divorce. Miranda Priestly fought back against Irv Ravitz and his board members. Miranda was the one who comforted her bobbseys behind the scenes, the one who would do anything to make her daughters happy. That was who you fell in love with.

That was also your boss.

You couldn't describe how you felt, although you knew it was hero worship. You loved seeing the real Miranda. It was in the small up turn of her lips whenever you gave her a snarky remark about a horrible runthrough, it was in the small nod of satisfaction after she looked you over, its Miranda letting you share an elevator with her. It was just in the little things and your heart grasped into any and all moments you could.

Now being a part of the fashion world meant you were also subjected to the expectations of said world. You weren't a model, far from it, but being Miranda's assistant meant that if you looked good, Miranda looked good and so you started a diet. Emily had told you of her cheese cube diet but you couldn't stomach cheese only. So you just did your own thing.

You dieted and worked out on the little free time you had. Dieting and skipping meals weren't a great combination with working out as you always felt faint afterwards but you always pushed through. You wanted Miranda to be proud of you, to show you off as you walked by her side, to look good for others and maybe start feeling good about yourself. You were willing to do anything to make yourself look good.

You had just come back to the offices, bags of designer clothes and jewelry aligned on your arms, catching your breath seemed impossible at the moment.

"There you are, where have you been?! Miranda will be here any minute and where's her coffee?" Emily had found you huffing and puffing at the front desk of the offices.

You answered her between breaths,"Nice to..see you too..didn't get..her coffee..bite me.."

Emily rolled her eyes and huffed. She helped unload all of your bags and ran into Miranda's inner sanctum to drop them off. There was a run-through due when she got back and everyone needed to be ready and on Miranda time.

The red head grabbed her keys and wallet, "I'll go get the coffee, suck on an ice cube or something while I'm gone." You nodded just having realized you haven't drank water at all that day.

Walking into the small kitchen area, you opened up the freezer with no ice in sight. No one refilled the ice trays so you guessed it was just water for you then.

Your ears started to ring and you felt faint. You thought you could fill up your water bottle in time. You thought you could hold on until Miranda was in the run-through but you could slowly feel your legs give out from underneath you and everything went black.

What you didn't notice was that Miranda had gotten back to the office earlier than the set time. The white haired woman watched you walk around the kitchen area, loving how domestic it made you look.

She was alert when she saw your sluggish movements and before she knew it, she rushed over to where you were. Before you could hit the ground, soft yet firm arms were wrapped around your torso. You were out cold, your dead weight against the fashion queen.

Miranda laid you gently on the ground, following suit as well, moving your head onto her lap. She checked your pulse, it was faint but still there.

She knew about your weight loss journey and she made sure to make (somewhat backhanded) compliments about your figure. She loved you just the way you were and she didn't want you to change a thing. Hopefully her words showed you what she meant, she wasn't the best at showing affection anyway.

Miranda caressed your cheek, rubbing her thumb against your skin which gently stirred you awake, "Mm…M-Miranda?"

"Welcome back to the world of the living Ms.L/n."

Once you realized where you were, you tried sitting up but a gentle hand kept you from achieving that, "You're in no place to get up. I want you to sit up–slowly–in a few minutes. For now, tell me what's been happening while I was gone."

So for the next few minutes, you laid on the ground with Miranda and recalled everything that happened while she was away.

"Now, when you get up, I want you to go home and rest for the rest of the day. No working. I will call you tonight to check in on you. Do I make myself clear?" She looked down on you with pure adoration in her eyes.

"Yes Miranda."

#miranda priestly x reader #miranda priestly #the devil wears prada #meryl streep

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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 2 years

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could you do hc for murrays kinks? i feel like this man would definitely be into some interesting stuff 🥴

ok! 🤭

murray bauman's kinklist (top 5) ✨

ask and you shall recieve, fellow murray whores.

oral (giving)~

now, this isn't to say he wouldn't be partial to some head himself, but i see him as one of those guys. they just actively enjoy every second of it, yk? linking to the others, i think being a dom!switch, he'd love that it's one of these complex acts that could facilitate his role of being either the dominating or the dominated.

after so much practice, he likely knows his way around a pussy too; and most definitely utilizes that to have your thighs shaking around his lips and fingers. buuut, he's the one dependent on the pussy; if you're not giving, he's not getting - so doing exactly as you say, be it riding his face or being splayed out on the bed, he's almost entirely dependent on you to provide those soft whines, moans and sticky juices; so it's sort of a win-win to him, tbh.

poses and positions~

a man of the 70s, i'd be surprised if he wasn't one of those people. he's pretty familiar with the classic literature and media *cough* kama sutra *cough* in which to find out his favorite positions, and i think he'd get a real kick from being able to get to all those hard-to-reach places with his fingers, mouth and cock, ngl.

i also see him as a big fan of fucking you in a bunch of places, too - like, not just his bedroom, but anywhere in his house. different surfaces provide different opportunities, and he'd dig being able to make good use of the counters, couches, floors, walls, chairs, stairs-u get my gist; paired with the varying poses, i think it would just add some extra spontaneity and difference to your sex life, and his martial arts practice can't not be used as evidence for this-

dirty talking and degradation~

a little more classic, he'd be down for this both ways too. he's a switch at heart, but is ofc down to play a more strict!dom role if you'd like, so i think dirty talking would be a surefire way to establish some dominance for both of you. he's less for specific names, but more for degrading how you're taking things - "taking it hard, you like like that, don't you baby?", "nhgnh-fuck, you're too tight for me-gotta relax, sweetheart" or "shit, doll, you're all wet and sticky for me, aren't you? g'nna let me slurp it all up, isn't that right baby??"

similarly, he's down for you to give your own responses, although likely either with some answers or straight up degrading to him, too (i think this depends on the kind of power play tbh). ideally, working the angle that makes him feel the dirtiest has the best results. calling him names is likely the way to go; slut, dirty, gross, pervert, creep, etc. things that obvs aren't really true although make him feel embarrassed for getting so horned up - but only serve to make him buck harder into your swollen, sticky pussy.

exhibitionism/voyeurism~

yeah, so he lives pretty out there (like literally in the middle of nowhere lmao), but i think that might increase the likelihood of some pseudo-public stuff tbh. coupled with his love of different surfaces to and positions to fuck you in/with, i'd say having you pressed up against his giant lounge window, looking into the garden or front road ?? his jam.

he seems like a dude that's pretty chill and matter-of-fact when he isn't on the rampage looking to prove a conspiracy, so getting you all worked up in his car, on a balcony or in front of a window is likely smth he'd appreciate. if not just for posterity reasons, it'd be bc he's a horndog and doesn't really give a rat's ass where you'd be doing it, as long as he gets to see you come undone in front of him. and if someone else happens to witness it too ?? 'oops-' but he dgaf

food/temperature!play~

maybe unconventional, but i think this would tie into a bunch of lowkey kinks too: homemaker fetish, mommy/daddy!play (depending on the day), his interest in more sticky/sweaty foreplay too, yk? the concept of you sat in his lap, grinding down onto his hardened dick; all the while slurping loudly on a popsicle, sweating through your lowcut, tight tank top and looking him dead in the eyes as you do it?? ngl he's definitely gotten off to that fantasy or smth like it at least a couple times.

likewise, classic 'sexy' foods are game for both of you; honey, fruits, syrups are the go-tos though. he's more interested in seeing you eat, but he's not impartial for some shared desserts or mutual hickeys-meet-strawberry syrup. paired up with his love of sloppy, messy play, having you eat something sticky and sweet, right in front of him, only to start languidly giving him some lazy, open-mouthed kisses would be an excellent form of foreplay for him.

hope you liked this; i sound so cliche for saying it, but i've been having a tad bit of writer's block (or legit just lethargy).

but if you'd like something like this for another character, request here!

tags, for the whores:

@bruhlsbees, @lola--ebola, @spicedchaiandromeda - it's, it's just y'all and me. no one else sees him this way, and that's ok. 🤭

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things smut #murray bauman #murray bauman x reader #murray bauman x you #murray bauman smut #jim hopper x you #jim hopper smut #jim hopper x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #cuethediscoandthedrinks #cuethedisco

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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 8 months

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"Ask me questions about my aus because Im sick and Im bored"

Ask, and you shall recieve.

I hope you don't mind a few questions. Like always, don't have to answer all of any of these; just what you can and/or want to.

1st question: So after Ch20; the first Arc When the World Crumbles, I think you said everyone is going to get separated in different dimensions. With 2012 Raph being with a (very) injured Rise Leo. Poor those guys.

And I just wanted to ask, what dimensions did they end up in again? I forget.

I remember 2012 Leo being in the 1987 dimension, and I think 2012 Donnie is going to be in the 2007 dimension?

I mainly remember these ones (kind of at least), because I was happy that 2007 (I think at least), that 2007 is going to be one of the dimensions involved. And because, I was (admittedly) disappointed at first that 2012 was going to end up in the 1987 dimension, because he and the 2012 crew already met them. However, I was brought around to it by u saying he would end up there alone, and how, 2012 Leo would think the others were dead, which would cause him, to take some quite drastic, murder-y actions, got me very interested in that. Esp. since the 1987 turtles do know him, so they would be (even more) worried about him. Basically, I really like 2012 Leo ending up in the 1987 dimension now for those and some other reasons.

2nd question; related to the other question, kind of. But we know now that 2012 Leo's Ninpo is like connected to like, wind, water, storm type stuff (which is really awesome, and I love that for him); you also mention that his Healing Hands get a kind of "upgrade" in the Bad Future Timeline, and when he ends up in the 1987 dimension, where he can take life (as well as still heal, I am assuming?) now (which is also so cool. I love cool exploration of healing, life, death, etc. powers). And, is that also some form of Ninpo? Or maybe just some other form of mystics (i.e.; it is being treated like mystics or something); that got some kind of "upgrade" (saying "upgrade" in quotes, because like, using this power corrupts Leo's soul, and turns Leo's eyes all cool and weird and stuff. Which, I both love, but also, has me worried for Leo)? I think mainly and/or partially from him being in the Rise dimension, strong and/or high emotions, trauma, and/or etc. like that.

Mainly asking about this, because one, all of this stuff is very cool. And because I am wondering if there are different things from each other. And I was wondering if Leo was still have his storm? (I don't know what would be the best way to describe his Ninpo. I think storm is cool though. And pretty suiting.) Ninpo when Leo gets the Healing Hands "upgrade" thing? (I forget, did you give Leo's Healing Hands a different name besides Healing Hands, once Leo gets the "upgrade"? I think that could make sense and/or be cool. Though, "Healing Hands" already is cool). Because like, I love Leo's Healing Hands getting a "upgrade", and the idea it corrupts Leo's soul by using it, and turns Leo's eyes all black and blue glow-y is really interesting, but Leo's "storm" (that is just what I am calling it for now) Ninpo and/or powers is also really cool.

Okay, I had (maybe) a question about some of ur other AUs, but this is already quite a lot, so I might just ask those questions (maybe) sometime in the future.

I will ask one last thing though. You know how you have songs and and/or songs that you see as kind of character themes or AU themes, and/or etc. And you linked them in posts and stuff. And I just wanted to ask if you would ever do a spotify/youtube/etc. and/or spotify/youtube/etc. playlists with these songs? Because I think that could be very cool.

Alright, done now! I hope u feel better soon. Try to take it easy, and drink liquids and/or water the best you can. ^^

Im better now (completely forgot to check the inbox because my brain was mush ._.)

So question time :3

1. That happens in the eventual sequel fic "Eclipse Across Dimensions" aka no one is having a good time! Rise Donnie is actually the one who will end up in tmnt 2007 (and will cause the least amount of problems, at least for awhile)

The rest of the turtles will be split as follows:

2012 Raph and Rise Leo in tmnt 2003

2012 Leo in tmnt 1987

Rise Donnie in tmnt 2007

2012 Donnie is actually gonna be sent into the future of the tmnt 2012 dimension. A MUTANT APOCALYPSE FUTURE (He's literally gonna WATCH 2012 Leo double mutate and be helpless to stop it) and for extra fun angst points, that future will only be one month away from starting :3

2. Leo's new death power (which I am now calling the hands of death because that is a dope name) is quite literally the opposite of the healing hands. Instead of using the user's own energy to heal others it TAKES energy away and feeds it to the user, making them much stronger and more powerful however this has the drawback of corrupting the user's own soul. This corruption is VERY difficult to reverse. Especially because no other power like it has existed before Leo created it. Turning a healing power into something deadly has never been done before. (And considering in the bad timeline that Leo only developed this power after all three of his brothers were killed on the same day and he was so absolutely furious and grieving...yeah not fun) I wouldnt exactly call it ninpo or other mystics since it falls into the same category as the healing hands, spiritual power.

And 3. I probably will make spotify playlists for my aus at some point, dont know when that is but we'll see

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #sorry it took so long to answer #brain was goop

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foxybluejazz · 4 months

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DOOM fanfic Part 1

At the ARC facility in Mars, the UAC soldiers have arrived outside of the facility. As the soldiers were about to head inside, when suddenly, they were ambush by the demons, but they have fought back as much as they can handle. The half of the troops head to the upper levels, while others stay behind to buy them some time.

After a long fight against the demons, the soldiers have manage to survive the fight, luckily no one was killed as they continue to their search.

While up at the main floor, the UAC soldiers have arrived to the office which is formly belongs to Dr. Samuel Hayden. As they began to search, suddenly, one of them heard a panic like noise, it was coming from underneath the desk. One of the soldier looked underneath, it was the child they've been looking for, she is scared and paralyzed in fear, but also holding a disc for some reason. The soldier offers the child a hand to help out get up, and tells her, "It's alright, we're here to help."

After hearing what the soldier said, the child immediatly cries, and hugs the soldier tightly. The UAC soldiers were about to head out with the child, There was a loud roaring sound coming from the first floor of the facility. And the troops were right, it was a massive demon called the Baron of Hell, who already killed their half of the soldiers. One of the Soldiers fought the Baron of Hell, while the others manage to run into the portal with the child.

As they arrived, there was the Chairman waited for their return, including the medical assistance as well.

2 days went by, the child fell asleep with the disc wrapped around in her arms, but what she didn't know she was being watched by the Chairman and Elizabeth McNeil.

The Chairman said to himself, "She is safe for now, but they're still unanswered questions about her..."

Elizabeth asked the Chairman, "Maybe it's something to do with that disc?"

Chairman answered her, "You might be right, see if the child could give you the disc. I have to deal with the General right now..."

After the Chairman left the room, that leaves Elizabeth along with the child. Finally the child is awake from her slumber, but then suddenly, Elizabeth walked into the room, and introduce herself, "Hello, your name is Daisy, am I right?"

the child nodded, knowing she cannot speak. Elizabeth asked Daisy, "My name is Elizabeth McNeil, I'm an intern. I know it sounds too soon, but is it alright if we can see the disc, that you're holding?"

Daisy looked at the disc, and then looks up at Elizabeth, So the child decided to give her the disc. but then she starts to sign language.

(It is Dr. Hayden's journal. About me.)

Elizabeth looked concern when Daisy told her. Elizabeth said to Daisy, "Don't worry, I'll see what I can find about Dr.Hayden. But for now, you should lie down for a bit, I promise I'll be back soon."

After Elizabeth left the room, Daisy is now alone, she lied herself down and looked at the ceiling. Wondering what will the others going to do with her. Will they going to study her the way Dr.Hayden did? Or are they different? Daisy kept thinking over and over with the same questions, but then she took a deep breath and trying to relax.

At the meeting room, The Chairman have finish discussing with his General. Elizabeth arrived with the disc on her hand.

The Chairman noticed Elizabeth gotten the disc from the child, "You have it, I see."

Elizabeth answered, "She told me that it's about her and Dr. Hayden. Shall we play it?"

The Chairman close and locked the windows and doors, so that nobody interferes of what's going to happen. After that, the Chairman nodded, "We're ready."

Elizabeth plays the disc with their projector, and shows the video on the screen.

[Dr. Hayden's Log Entry. Dec. 10, 2146. Day 1,

After recieving the casket of the warroir called the Doom Slayer. We cannot manage to open it. However, We have also recieved a Sentinel armor that does not belong to earth. We will continue our research soon enough.]

[Dr.Haryden's Log Entry. Dec 12, 2146. Day 3,

The Slayer's Armor's height is 6'8, weighs 300 lbs. Not only the scientists only examine the suit, They have also found inside one of them, a foot of an animal, the rabbit. I could use it to experiment with it. But for now, we have manage to open the sarcophagus. The Slayer's awakening will be unknown.]

[Dr.Hayden's Log Entry. Dec 15, 2146. Day 6,

We have been experimenting each hair of the rabbit's foot, there are many failed experiments. Perhaps some Argent Energy, and some human blood from the Slayer should be useful.]

[Dr.Hayden's Log Entry. Dec 26, 2146. Day 11,

After a long failed experiments, we have finally to create life, a human child. Experiment 2024. Age; 8 to 10 years old, Gender; female, Height; 54"5 inches. Hair color is orange-brown mix, eye color is hazel. Exp. 2024 has awakend from her slumber, her half of her behavior is like any ordinary children, however, the other half is like a rabbit as well. Her diet is a herbivore, and speed is normal, but her heart rate is different from a human heart. I'll be continuing her research later.]

[Dr.Hayden's Log Entry. Dec 30, 2146. Day 15. The Invasion of Demons has now starting, This will be my last recording before time will tell. To my last study of Exp. 2024, she will be volunteering to give her half of argent energy. She could be the key to awake the Slayer. And the argent energy will be powerful to help us keep researching in the future. Once the Slayer's awakens, He'll begin to kill our enimies, and hope he can work with us with our future research.]

After the disc is finished, the Chairmen and Elizabeth looked at each other with the concerned look on their faces, Elizabeth asked herself, "So Dr. Hayden created Daisy, to gain Argent Energy from her?"

The Chairman replied, "We do not know for sure, but I do know one thing. Is that we should never let others know about the child."

Elizabeth nodded, "Yes sir."

End of Part 1

#foxybluejazz #my fanfiction #Doom #doom eternal #doom daisy #Elizabeth McNeil #Dr. Samuel Hayden #what do you guys think?

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unconventional-weapons · 2 years

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Lex x Ray - Archived Thread

“Well then I guess it’s long overdue,” Lex grinned, pulling up a stool and resting his elbows on the bar. “Was gettin’ kinda bored and lonely home alone, so this puppy needed a walk.”

“You know what I really like about all of this? That when you say home, you mean my apartment,” he offered gently, pulling already a few bottles to prepare a nice looking cocktail that he knew Lex would appreciate.

“You’re always welcome to drop by whenever you need a walk. My bar is your bar and no harm shall come to you here.”

“I know, and I like it too.”

Like was an understatement, but it didn’t need saying. To Lex, moving in with Ray was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he was now the happiest he could remember ever being.

“My favourite part about it is I get to wake up next to you every day.”

“Well, not every day. Some days I’m already in the kitchen making breakfast,” Ray teased, knowing well enough what Lex meant but feeling a slight need to be playful about it.

He had to take a moment to serve a patron, who came around asking for a drink as if Ray was the bartender or something. Try as he might, he couldn’t exactly get away with it so he asked his puppy to give him a moment. By the time he came back, he had made sure already that everyone in his surrounding area had their needs met.

That should buy him a couple of minutes, at least.

“How are you feeling?” he finally asked, invading Lex’s personal space to steal a kiss from him, completely unbothered by whoever who could see. “And I mean, how are you really feeling? Have these days been better?”

The playful correction had Lex grinning even more.

“Ah, yes. How could I forget that part?” he shot back, practically giddy with the euphoria he’d been riding since he finally got settled in at the apartment, but he had to rein it in just a little while Ray was dealing with other customers, and even just those few moments were a little maddening to his desire for the bartenders full attention.

Lex paused momentarily, making a show of thinking about his answer to Ray’s question regarding his emotional state. Sure, it was probably pretty damn evident to anyone with a working pair of eyes that Lex felt like he’d just won the lottery or something, but articulating his feelings into words was still something he was working on.

“You’re kidding, right? They’ve never been better than right now,” he beamed, looking like the cat that got the cream. “And yeah, I really mean that. Can’t remember a time I’ve been this happy til now.”

Ray was aware of the turbulent past of his boy. He was no stranger to abuse, especially coming from hell, so he knew providing a safe place was necessary for a damaged person to feel at ease. And of course, there was no safer place than the house of an archdemon, but he was concered more about making it emotionally safe too.

“Well that’s good,” he offered with a quiet voice, reaching out to caress Lex’s cheek with his gentle fingers. “Be sure to tell me if there’s something you need, or something you’d like we change. Alright? It’s not you against the world now. It’s us against the world.”

Us.

That word meant more to Lex than anyone would ever know, except maybe Ray, and it made the blond’s heart skip a beat to hear it.

“I will,” he promised, though for the time being, there was nothing at all that Lex would want to change, and Ray had gone above and beyond already to see to it that Lex had everything he could possibly ask for. Still, it was nice to know he had the option that, should he think of anything else, all he had to do was ask and he would recieve.

“Can’t think of anything right now, though. Kinda still gettin’ used to not having to worry about anything anymore, so it might take me a minute.”

Safe. If there was something Ray wanted Lex to feel, it was safe. In more ways than one, sharing a roof with a demon was probably the safest Lex could be, but it’s not like he could just come out of the diabolic closet to give him that extra layer of peace of mind.

As if knowing you’re living with a demon would give ANYONE peace of mind. Oh well, that was a problem for another day, Ray told himself as he leaned on the counter to offer Lex the same warm smile he had been giving him since day one.

“You know the best part about not having to worry anymore?” he asked, poking Lex’s cheek endearingly. “That you get to think about the future. About what you want to do. Maybe go to a painting class? Or start rollerblading- Or salsa classes, ooh! I’ve always wanted to take some.”

Lex couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him at the suggestion, the look in his eyes and smile one of absolute love-drunk headiness, so completely head over heels for Ray that sometimes Lex still had to pinch himself to remind him that this wasn’t just some beautiful dream he was going to wake up from and find himself back in the cold, dark, bleak world he’d spent the last few years stuck in.

“Salsa? Okay, sure, let’s give that a try,” he laughed, leaning in to give the bartender a soft, sweet kiss as he let out a sigh of wholehearted contentment. “Though I do already know how to rollerblade, and I wouldn’t mind getting back into music again. Been kinda a long time since I last got to play anything.”

For better or worse, this was the start of a new chapter in Lex’s life. Ray, as the selfless lover he was, certainly hoped it was for the better. Not that he would shy away from using all of his power for the puppy’s benefit anyway. Nothing and no one would be allowed to barge in and ruin the happiness of their days. They both had seen enough suffering for a life time.

“Wait– you used to do music!?” he beamed in surprise. The smile on his face made it clear that he certainly loved discovering new things about his lover. And this was certainly something they both could bond over from that moment forward. “Did you sing? Play an instrument? Come on, babe! I demand to hear that story.”

Lex grinned bashfully and blushed, squirming a little in his seat, but Ray’s enthusiam was heartwarming and exciting all at once for him.

“Yeah, I sing,” he nodded, teeth setting cutely into his bottom lip, aware that explaining his musical talents meant treading into slightly less happy waters, but music itself was something of a first love for Lex.

“I... took piano lessons when I was a kid. And guitar, and a couple of other things. Music was pretty much the only thing I ever did that my dad approved of. I think that was mostly because it was something he could throw money at that would keep me occupied and out of his way, but it’s one of the few things I had growing up that kept me sane.”

Music. That was certainly something Ray could use. After all, it was an interest they both could share very easily. And it wasn’t too far off for him either, since he had been considering getting into it himself.

“You’re kidding!” he offered in amusement. “I was just thinking about picking up the violin myself. Maybe we could do music together?”

Of course, it was something silly and he knew better than to think getting a hobby would change something in the mess of a life Lex had, but it was a starting point for them both to start building something better. Ray had connections and influence, maybe if Lex picked up music seriously enough he could help get him some places. Even the bar had some nights with live music they could use.

“Just say the word and I’ll schedule music lessons right away-”

“Yeah? I’d like that,” Lex affirmed, the shyness of his smile disipating into something more enthusiastic and confident.

In all honesty, music was one thing Lex had missed terribly, since being on the streets and not having any money to spare to buy even a secondhand guitar had meant that it had been a few years since he’d really gotten to indulge that particular passion.

Especially the piano. He’d missed that and the sense of calm playing it brought the most.

“Would be kinda nice to have someone to jam with. Mostly just played on my own as a kid, ‘cause I wasn’t really allowed to hang out with anyone after school or anythin’, so I’m totally down for doing it together.”

“It’s decided then,” Ray offered, already leaving the bar and walking to the other side as if he could just pick Lex up and go buy instruments. It’s only halfway that he realized there’s a small problem with that plan. “Oh shit, it’s late– I guess it’s gonna have to wait until morning. But it’s decided. First thing tomorrow, you and I are gonna go buy a keyboard and a violin.”

It was that simple for him. Not only did he have the money to spare, he was committed to giving Lex a safe enough environment to develop into his own person, past the pain and the trauma. Ray wasn’t so naïve as to think buying stuff for his lover would do the trick, but he knew this was only a starting point.

“I… hope you know where to buy quality instruments, though. because I have absolutely no clue.”

Lex couldn’t help giggling, finding Ray’s excited enthusiasm endearing and adorable even as he stopped short at the realization that all the stores were presently closed.

“I know a few places we could check out that should have what we want,” Lex affirmed, moving toward the bartender and into his arms as the younger male lavished him with affection at the thoughtfulness of the gesture. “They won’t overcharge like some places do either.”

“In the meantime, though, I think we can figure out a good way to pass the time until the stores open in the morning.” he added with a smirk as Lex pressed a kiss to Ray’s cheek.

Lex came close and of course Ray wrapped his arms around the smaller frame of the boy, making sure to lock him in place and share some of his body heat. For better or worse, he had decided to care for this human and that meant more than just killing whoever came after him.

Because, of course, he would kill to keep Lex safe.

“By all means, pup, tell me what you have in mind,” he offered, curious as to what the other would suggest. It was almost as if he wasn’t working in that very moment, or as if there weren’t clients waiting for him to come to tend to their needs. “What would you have us do to pass the time?”

Lex was well aware that Ray was still technically on the clock, but it always made him grin like a Cheshire cat that the bartender seemed ready to drop everything in an instant for his puppy, even if that meant leaving work early for him. "Well, what I have in mind is something we probably don't want an audience for," Lex purred mischievously, gazing his fingernails over the back of Ray's neck as he gazed at him with a lurid smirk. "So unless you want to give everyone here a show, you might have to hold out til the end of your shift." he teased playfully.

“You are such a nasty little shit, baby,” he thought aloud, not trying to pull away from Lex at all as he got lost in his eyes. There was so much beauty in this little human that sometimes Ray wondered how it was possible to be this helplessly invested in something so fragile…

“You honestly think I’m above dropping my shift and dragging you towards the back room?” he mused in a gentle whisper, running a hand through the puppy’s hair. “Because if you tease me one more time, pup, I’ll do it.”

“Mm, is that a threat or a promise?” Lex hummed dreamily, nuzzling into Ray’s hand as he chased the physical affection just as needily as the emotional side of it.

Lex didn’t care if they were drawing looks from customers still waiting to be served. If anything, it just encouraged him to be even more shameless.

He knew he was being a terrible tease, but that was half the fun; Lex delighting in the little games they played and the way he could get a rise out of Ray with even just a look most of the time, and especially when Ray was supposed to be working.

“Because I think your puppy is in a naughty mood and in need of putting in his place.”

“You are– a very bad puppy, Lex,” Ray teased, although his words were not sincere in the slightest. Ray was the first one to drop everything and tend to his boy’s needs whenever, after all. The way he saw it, work would never be as important as his loved ones.

And he loved Lex a lot.

“Tell you what– That room in the back where we keep the wine? Meet me there in 10 minutes. I can figure something out to cut my shift short. Deal?”

Lex pretended to mull things over for a moment before his teeth set into his bottom lip cutely in a smirk.

“Deal,” he echoed, though he was still a little reluctant to let go of Ray for even a few moments while the bartender came up with whatever excuse he needed to ditch out on his shift and give all of his attention entirely to Lex.

“Promise you’ll only be 10 minutes? I don’t think I’m patient enough to wait any longer than that,” he mused, making a show of pouting playfully and giving Ray his best puppy eyes before he would dare pull away and make his way to the back room to wait for him.

Of course Ray could figure something out to get off the hook. All he had to do was use a bit of his supernatural charm and the manager didn’t seem to have a problem with him disappearing for a while… Or for several hours either. That’s how he got away with all the bullshit he pulled at all times.

It wasn’t too long a wait before Ray made his way back to the cellar, closing the door behind him with a wicked smile as he tried to find Lex within the dimly lit room.

“Don’t tell me you’re hiding now, babe-” he teased, already undoing the first button of his tie while his blue eyes roamed the room. “Ah, there you are! Looking like a fine snack as always…”

“Who’s hiding?”

Lex hopped down from the stack of crates he’d been sitting on while waiting patiently for Ray, though that patience was wearing thin now that they were alone together as the younger male approached with a teasing smirk firmly set on his face.

“Oh, I’m a snack, am I?” he purred luridly, hands sliding up around Ray’s shoulders and lacing behind his neck before leaning in closer, a wicked glint in his pretty blue eyes.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hungry for a taste.”

The sight of Lex there, in the poorly lit room, brought a smile to Ray’s face. How someone could manage to be so cute and so enticing at the same time was beyond him, but he was not the kind to second guess his wishes. He wanted Lex, Lex wanted him back, and there was nothing in the world that could ruin this moment of happiness.

“Hungry for a taste?” Ray teased in response, pulling Lex that much closer, so their bodies were completely pressed against one another. “I’m starving- I can’t live if I don’t feast on my puppy.”

It wasn’t a lie, not really. As an incubus, he did need this in order to keep his energy levels high, and he needed those levels high in order to mantain his body functions… Not that he was gonna bother Lex with such little details, so instead he cornered Lex against the wall, still kissing him.

“You do tell me– if you wish for me to feast on you right here- or if you want me to take you home.”

A shiver ran through Lex as his back hit the wall, pinned between it and Ray pressing against him deliciously as the younger male hummed heatedly into the kiss, giving away just how needy he was feeling for the bartender right at that moment.

“I don’t think I could wait long enough for you to take me home,” he confessed teasingly, raking his fingernails over the back of Ray’s neck, the gesture already a little greedy and demanding with how much he wanted him.

“Besides, there’s nothing saying we can’t do both, is there? Especially when I know how insatiable you can get sometimes.”

Ray smiled in response, wickedly and teasingly at the same time. Lex had become so confident, so free and passionate with him that there was little else he could do but fall for his little games. Sex demon or not, the feelings he harbored for the smaller man were so real and so demanding that the idea of waiting a second longer was discarded before it even gained traction.

“You’re a terrible influence,” he murmured, pressing all of his body against the boy, grinding even, before he claimed his lips in a deep, loving and passionate kiss. “You come into my bar, seduce me over the counter, drag me to the back room… and you have the audacity to give me those looks still… What are you, an incubus?”

“Can you blame me?” Lex purred luridly, so completely entranced by his lover and the effect he seemed to have on him. “How can I not when you’re so... damned... hot?”

There was just something about Ray that made Lex want to give him everything. Even that parts of him that Lex never gave to anyone else, because not only was he in love and knew that that love was returned unconditionally, but he also had the sense of safety and security he needed to be his true, completely unrestrained self without having to worry that any display of vulnerability might be taken advantage of and used against him.

“Can’t say I’m an incubus, but you certainly have the uncanny ability of makin’ me wanna act up. Are you sure you’re not one?” he teased, ghosting his lips over Ray’s again.

#lex:thread #lex:ray:001

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neonbitemarks · 2 years

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@endlessdrifter

Lex x Ray - Thread continued from mythandmonsters

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my favorite puppy, gracing poor old me with his presence? Hello, come close, sit, let’s gossip. It’s been a while since you gave me a visit at work.”

“Well then I guess it’s long overdue,” Lex grinned, pulling up a stool and resting his elbows on the bar. “Was gettin’ kinda bored and lonely home alone, so this puppy needed a walk.”

“You’re always welcome to drop by whenever you need a walk. My bar is your bar and no harm shall come to you here.”

“I know, and I like it too.”

Like was an understatement, but it didn’t need saying. To Lex, moving in with Ray was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he was now the happiest he could remember ever being.

“My favourite part about it is I get to wake up next to you every day.”

“Well, not every day. Some days I’m already in the kitchen making breakfast,” Ray teased, knowing well enough what Lex meant but feeling a slight need to be playful about it.

That should buy him a couple of minutes, at least.

The playful correction had Lex grinning even more.

Us.

That word meant more to Lex than anyone would ever know, except maybe Ray, and it made the blond’s heart skip a beat to hear it.

“Can’t think of anything right now, though. Kinda still gettin’ used to not having to worry about anything anymore, so it might take me a minute.”

Lex grinned bashfully and blushed, squirming a little in his seat, but Ray’s enthusiam was heartwarming and exciting all at once for him.

“You’re kidding!” he offered in amusement. “I was just thinking about picking up the violin myself. Maybe we could do music together?”

“Just say the word and I’ll schedule music lessons right away-”

“Yeah? I’d like that,” Lex affirmed, the shyness of his smile disipating into something more enthusiastic and confident.

Especially the piano. He’d missed that and the sense of calm playing it brought the most.

“I… hope you know where to buy quality instruments, though. because I have absolutely no clue.”

Lex couldn’t help giggling, finding Ray’s excited enthusiasm endearing and adorable even as he stopped short at the realization that all the stores were presently closed.

“In the meantime, though, I think we can figure out a good way to pass the time until the stores open in the morning.” he added with a smirk as Lex pressed a kiss to Ray’s cheek.

Because, of course, he would kill to keep Lex safe.

“Mm, is that a threat or a promise?” Lex hummed dreamily, nuzzling into Ray’s hand as he chased the physical affection just as needily as the emotional side of it.

Lex didn’t care if they were drawing looks from customers still waiting to be served. If anything, it just encouraged him to be even more shameless.

“Because I think your puppy is in a naughty mood and in need of putting in his place.”

And he loved Lex a lot.

“Tell you what– That room in the back where we keep the wine? Meet me there in 10 minutes. I can figure something out to cut my shift short. Deal?”

Lex pretended to mull things over for a moment before his teeth set into his bottom lip cutely in a smirk.

It wasn’t too long a wait before Ray made his way back to the cellar, closing the door behind him with a wicked smile as he tried to find Lex within the dimly lit room.

“Who’s hiding?”

“Oh, I’m a snack, am I?” he purred luridly, hands sliding up around Ray’s shoulders and lacing behind his neck before leaning in closer, a wicked glint in his pretty blue eyes.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hungry for a taste.”

#lex:thread #lex:ray:001

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eidetic187 · 5 years

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i haven't been following for very long so i don't have much of an opinion as far as things go, but you seem to be very sweet, and i can tell spence means a lot to you, i'm really excited to see you're back regardless ! bc it means i get to see your love poured into a character i care a lot about too!!! :> im excited !! and i'm very happy you're here

tell me your opinion

#;; ask and ye shall recieve ( answered asks )#;; out of character #thank you so much!!!#ive read some of your emily and you portray her so well!!#im excited to see more from you and to maybe write with you :3

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lovely-lynn · 2 years

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Drowning in Sorrow

@jumpingjoy82 ask and you shall recieve, here you go. Like I said super duper angsty so be prepared.

In which Jason is dead a no one is okay.

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Dick was relaxing on the couch, scrolling through his phone when he heard the cries. He immediately shot to his feet, following the distressed sound. He tensed feeling a sense of dread as he walked down the familiar hallway. He hadn't been down this hallway since the day Jason died, opting instead to sleep on the couch or in another guest room. His room was located at the far end of the hall and in order to get there he had to pass Jason's room. Something he couldn't bring himself to do. He kept telling himself that he needed to do it. That it avoiding it was only m making it worse but each night when he went to bed, he avoided the hall like the plague.

He froze when he realized the cries were coming from Jason's bedroom. He hesitated for only a moment before stepping into the room, finding Marinette screaming on the floor. Huge sobs shaking the three year old's entire body.

"Shh Mari, calm down. I'm here, you're okay," Dick said, desperately trying to keep the shake out of his voice as he lifted her into his arms. Marinette looked at him with watery blue eyes that were bloodshot and puffy. Upon seeing his face, Marinette began to cry harder.

"No! Don't want you," She cried, pointing to the bed where Jason would usually lay. Dick was assuming she had some kind of nightmare and ran to Jason's room as she has always done. Only this time, she found it empty, " Want Jay Jay," She cried and Dick's heart shattered into a million pieces. It wasn't the first time he had heard those words come out of her mouth but that didn't make it any easier to hear. It was no secret how close the two had been. You rarely saw one without the other, even when they were sleeping. Jason an entire corner of the room seemingly dedicated to Marinette. There was a small pile of stuffed animals in the floor along with a small plastic storage container full of some of Marinette's pyjamas and clothes as well as a few other necessities like diapers. The tall bookshelf he had contained rows and rows of classic literature but the bottom shelf was completely devoted to picture books. The large armchair that sat beside the bookshelf had a fuzzy pink blanket with stars and sheep on it and yet another stuffed animal.

"I know, I miss him too but Jason isn't here honey," Dick replied, his voice breaking. His words pulled a whole new type of scream from the small girl.

"Jason! Jay Jay, I'm scared," She screamed, calling out for someone who would never be able to answer her. Dick felt pain go through his chest as he tried a failed to console her. He had tried many times to explain to Marinette that Jason wasn't coming back, tried to explain that he had died, but she didn't understand. Or maybe she just didn't want to understand. In many ways he envied her inability to understand. He envied that she didn't have to hear and dwell on all the awful details. Then there was times like these that he realized that her ignorance was a curse.

Dick began to movback to the living room, desperate to get out of that room.He was slightly rocking the inconsolable toddler as he moved, her tiny fists pounded at his chest and back. Alfred was standing in the living room when they entered, a sympathetic look on his face. Dick knew that Alfred was hurting too. Even if the butler would never say anything. Everyone in this family was far too emotionally constipated to admit they needed help.

"I have alerted Master Bruce of the situation and he is on his way home," Alfred told him as Marinette continued to scream for Jason to come and help her. Each scream breaking his heart a little more. Dick nodded in acknowledgement to Alfred's statement. He was relieved that Bruce was coming home though he did feel sorry for Alfred who had to call Bruce and tell him to come home. Though Dick doubted Bruce had actually argued with Alfred.

It was several more heartbreaking minutes of screaming before Bruce walked in, still decked out in his suit and tie. His normal stoic expression looked pained and sad at Marinette's screams. Dick wasted no time in handing of the distressed toddler to her father.

As soon as Bruce pulled her to his chest, Marinette began to calm down. Her verbal cries stopped, leaving only silent tears as her thumb found its way into her mouth. She rested her head on Bruce's shoulder hiccuping every once in awhile. Bruce began to carry her out of the room, towards his own bedroom. He rarely did this but Dick assumed that it was because nobody wanted to relive this experience not tonight anyway. Marinette was exhausted and half asleep when they disappeared from sight, her tears completely stopping. Dick wished that Bruce could open his eyes and see how much she needed him right now. He was often one of the only ones who could calm her down, though Dick tried. He had started leaving for work before Marinette got up in the morning in an attempt to avoid a meltdown. What he didn't realize was that it didn't stop the meltdown at all. Dick wasn't a professional but he could see the panic in Marinette's eyes whenever one of them left the room. He could see an anxiety that shouldn't be in the eyes of anyone let alone a child. She was terrified that they were going to disappear.That they were going to leave her like Jason did. Dick just wished Bruce would see it that way. He wished he understood the fact that all Marinette needed was him to be there. She needed his strength and reassurance and honestly, so did Dick. He understood the need to stay busy but that shouldn't interfere with taking care of your family. At least not in Dick's opinion.

Dick fell heavily onto the couch placing his head in his hands as he felt tears if his own well up in his eyes. Dick was not okay. How could he be? He had just lost his brother and more than that he had lost one of his best friends. He didn't know how to cope with that. And honestly he had stopped trying to figure it out. Dick knew needed something, needed someone, because he couldn't do this alone anymore. He was tired of being the strong one. Tired of being the one to hold everything together. He couldn't grieve. He didn't have time to. He was taking care of Marinette, who had seemed to regress with the newfound changes in her life. Something Dick read was normal in these situations. She never wanted to be left alone, she refused to walk, and had gone back to sucking on her thumb. The thumb thing was a habit that Jason had broken because he was had read somewhere that it would hurt her teeth. Marinette's refusal to walk, shocked Dick. When she was a baby, she had completely skipped the crawling faze and went straight to walking. Now crawling was all she would do, when she wasn't being carried that is. And then of course came the tantrums. Meltdowns could be caused by any multitude of things, from being left alone to dropping a blueberry. Her talking had also regressed to short one or two word sentences and babbles. She mostly resorted to pointing to what she wanted. Dick had given up trying to correct the behavior, realizing that it only caused unnecessary meltdowns. The worst part about Marinette's situation though was that she couldn't understand what was going on. No matter how hard he tried to explain it. Dick was absolutely exhausted. Physically, emotionally, and mentally drained. Part of him wanted to bring up that none of this was his job. Dick wasn't Marinette's father, Bruce was. He shouldn't be the one trying to explain to a three year old what death was or comforting her when she screamed in her sleep. He should be taking her out for ice cream and playing with her in the park. Not trying desperately to keep Marimette from falling into the dark hole he could feel himself spiraling into. The other part reminded him that Bruce wasn't taking this very well either.

Still the least Bruce could do was talk to him. He had closed himself off more than usual, often leaving for work early and locking himself in his office. Dick needed him. He needed someone to lean on because he couldn't be the rock everyone needed if he himself had no support. He felt like he was drowning and he just wanted everything to stop. At this point he didn't even care how that came to be. He just wanted relief. Dick Grayson was not okay and he didn't think he ever would be again.

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fweasleyswhore · 3 years

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Commitments - Smut

pairing: Oliver Wood, Fred Weasley, George Weasley x fem!reader (no incest just sharing)

a/n: I would like to do a pt 2 to this because I just have so much more I can fit into this dynamic and I like it (hornhee disease really takin over)

word count : 4.9k

warning: smut, 18+ themes, face fucking (male recieving), oral and fingering (female recieving), unprotexted sex -wrap before you tap kids-, choking, dom/sub themes, slight bdsm themes, subby reader, titles are given, its pure filth, friends with benefits relationship

mature readers only, this has heavier themes in it and i only want people who are completely ok with those themes reading

My head pounded and my stomach growled. It was the first feeling I registered as I opened my eyes. I was cold, hungry, and in pain. I blinked a few times, pulling my head up from its position on the table where I had been napping. I focussed my eyes on my unfinished potions essay. Groaning I rubbed my eyes. Not only did I not finish it, but I also fell asleep. It was due in two days and I had barely started. I still needed to-

Quidditch Practice. The potions essay fell to the depths of my mind as I scoured the library walls for a clock. Unsuccessful in finding one, I decided I was probably only late. Shoving my papers into my bag I ran out of the library, ignoring wandering stares from students I made my way to the changing rooms.

The door flung open and slowed down for the first time, panting slightly I made it over to the lockers, ready to get out my equipment. I picked up my shaky hands to do the combination when a voice interrupted me.

“I wouldn’t bother,” Oliver spoke. Based on the volume of his voice and the slight temperature change in the air, he was right behind me. Pulling my bottom lip between my lip I turned around, his toned chest was dripping, a towel hung low on his hips and his hair was ruffled slightly and damp. Our bodies were merely inches apart and I could see the anger in his eyes as I looked up at him.

“Ollie…” I tried but my nickname for him only caused an annoyed look to grace his features.

“Don’t,” His voice was stern and it made me feel cold. “You knew how important practice was today but you skipped anyway. We play Slytherin in two days! Where were you? Giving our play strategies to Adrian Pucey probably.” He rolled his eyes and walked next to me. He turned his attention to his locker, presumably to get clothes as I was left there with my mouth feeling dry and a ball of guilt in my stomach replacing my hunger.

“I fell asleep in the library, I don’t have an excuse,” I spoke truthfully and watched my hands as I spoke afraid to meet his gaze. “I haven’t been sleeping well lately and I dozed off. I really am sorry.”

He sighed and I wished at that moment I could crawl inside myself and disappear. “L/N, I don’t play favorites, you know this, but you are an essential part of this team. In this practice, we were working in groups, Fred George and I practically sat there the entire time because you were missing from our group. The other chasers were running well-needed drills and we had devised a strategic plan that would push not only you but the three of us too and you weren’t there. Today’s practice was a waste of time for us.” His words hurt me, they were filled with anger and it wasn’t a feeling he had ever directed at me.

“Ollie I truly am so sorry. I know this and I wish there was anything I could do to make it up to you. I know how stressed you are about the game, I just, I’m so sorry.” I finally looked up and he was facing me again, his locker forgotten. He was close to me again, his body heaved as he breathed heavily.

“Stress relief?” He asked, causing me to furrow my brows. Before I could ask him what he meant he spoke again. “You are right, I am stressed, that’s why I’m asking if you will help me with stress relief.”

I nodded understandably. I couldn’t fight the smile that found its way to my face as I realized what he was asking for. “You want me to massage your shoulders Wood?” I asked teasingly. He let out a short breath before taking a step forward. He toward over me, our chests almost flush as his hand caressed my cheek. His touch was sending shivers down my spine and butterflies to erupt in my stomach. Oliver was a good friend of mine, I always left my lingering eyes on him for too long but never admitted my feelings for him. I wasn’t sure if they were real feelings or pure lust. Being on the quidditch team I was never sure if I liked him or seeing his half-naked body as he ran down drills.

“Not what I had in mind,” I bit my lip as the nerves began to build up. His hand trailed down my cheek and under my jaw which he grasped semi firmly, pulling my face up to his. Our lips met in a messy heated kiss. I gasped into his mouth as my hand found its way to his neck pulling him closer to me. His legs parted my own and he pushed his hips flush against mine. An unintentional moan slipped from my mouth at the contact but that didn’t stop him, if anything it fueled his motions. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, it was a short fight that he quickly won. He pulled away suddenly, my face remained in his grip, the stern hand he had on my face caused my lips to part slightly. I looked up at him, blinking my lashes and grinding my hips softly onto his leg that was positioned in between my legs.

“I want this but I need to know you do too.” His voice was usually cheery but now it was stern and low, a side of him I had never seen and god I wished I did sooner. I pushed my hips down with more force, the friction finally hitting where I need it most and I moaned.

“Godric, yes Oliver, yes, yes, yes.” His gaze was cold and his face didn’t change when I gave my answer, instead he pushed his thigh harder into me, adding pressure I didn’t know I needed. “Fuck.” I whimpered shutting my eyes.

“Tsk, Tsk,” He tutted, pulling my eyes open I looked up at him. “If you continue to have a dirty mouth like that I’ll fill it up. Understood?” Growing wetter at his words I nodded feverishly. “Words darling.” He pushed his thigh into me harder. I let out a short breath, trying to compose myself.

“Y-Yes Sir.”

“Good girl. Keep being good maybe I will forget about the punishment I had planned for your absence.” I let out a whimper at his praise, the promise of punishment striking my core, had he thought of this before? He smirked down at me as I began to rut my hips against his thigh. Occasionally he would pull his leg back causing me to whine only to push it back with more force than before causing my legs to lose feeling as the pleasure built up. We were so wrapped up in our display we didn’t hear the two prominent footsteps grow closer until they were right next to us.

“Bloody hell.” Geroge’s voice interrupted. I opened my eyes and pulled Oliver against me to shield myself, in doing so I could feel the prominent bulge that formed under his not so restraining towel. “We heard Y/N came to the locker room and Fred and I were half sure you were killing her, not…” He trailed off and I watched as his eyes looked me up and down, my hair was no doubt a mess and Oliver’s leg was still in between mine applying a wonderful but also horrible pressure to my clit.

“Glad you’re not dead Y/N, but if getting off is what you wanted you could have always just come to my dorm,” Fred spoke from beside George. Leaning against the other row of lockers he looked significantly more comfortable than George, his trademark smirk plastered his face and his eyes kept flickering to where Oliver’s leg was positioned. I grew hot at his words as I looked between the twins. My eyes flickered up to Oliver who was giving both boys, especially Fred, a hard glare. Before I could protest Oliver’s hand found my hip and he pushed my hips into his thigh, pulling me forward into a rocking motion. I reacted by throwing my head back and letting out a moan, the feeling was too good to hide it. I didn’t let myself get too lost in the pleasure as I remembered our audience. Pulling my head back I eyed the boys with half-lidded eyes. Oliver was still guiding my hips against his thigh, his eyes were trained on my face as I whimpered trying to blink and focus on what was happening, my brain was fighting not wanting to stop but also worried about Fred and George’s presence.

Fred’s eyes were wide and hungry, he was still leaning against the lockers but his eyes were trained on the way my body moved. George was too watching, he took his brother’s stance, leaning on the lockers next to me. I could see two significant tents forming in both of their trousers, George’s hand slid into his pocket and he silently palmed himself at my display.

Seeing that they were enjoying themselves I let my worries dissipate, throwing my head back I moved my hips in time with Oliver’s guiding hands. Oliver ducked his head and began sucking on my neck. Rutting my hips faster I became more vocal, Fred and George let out small grunts here and there that I assume was due to their hands work which only egged on my ministrations. Soon enough the feeling became too overwhelming to bear, my legs began to shake and my breathing was becoming labored. “Ollie please, I need to-” My words were cut short as Oliver harshly nipped at my neck causing me to gasp.

“That’s not my name.” He whispered in my ear. I felt his arms stop their guidance slowing me down.

“Please Sir, please let me cum.” I begged submissively, not worried about the whine in my voice but rather the orgasm that was so close which was starting to vanish.

His hands grasped my hips with a different purpose now and he brought me back to the same speed that had me whimpering and moaning a few seconds ago.

“What do you think guys? Shall we let Y/N cum? Has she earned it?” I snapped my eyes open looking between the three boys frantically, letting out whines as Oliver applied more pressure with his thigh.

“I’m not sure she has,” Fred spoke up, he had a drunken look of hunger that made me shiver.

“I don’t think so.” George agreed.

“What a shame,” Oliver said looking down at me. “Guess you have to wait, darling.” With those few words, he held my hips firm and removed his thigh from me. I wouldn’t be surprised if his thigh had gotten wet through my trousers but I was too upset to be concerned with that at the moment. I whined lightly at the loss of contact and tried to stabilize my shaky legs.

“How can I earn it?” I looked between the boys who all adorned with wide grins. When I got no response I decided to push a little. “If you don’t tell me I’ll just get myself off.” All three boys lost their grins, not completely but their eyes went dark at my words, and they stood up straighter, they watched my hands as they trailed down to my trousers, popping the button.

“Brats don’t get rewards,” George said softly from next to me. His hand grasped mine and halted my motions, his grip was iron tight as he looked down at me. I angled my body so I was facing him, with my free hand I cupped him through his trousers.

“Then tell me what to do, sir.” I looked up at him with the most innocent face I could muster, cocking my head to the side slightly. I’m sure the markings on my neck from Oliver ruined the innocent facade a little bit but watching George swallow hard and breathe heavily through his nose was enough to tell me it was working.

“On your knees, now.” His voice was firm and it sent shivers down my spine as I sunk to my knees. My face was level with George’s clothed cock, I placed my hands behind my back and looked up at him waiting for permission. He brought his hand down, pulling my head up from my chin, he swiped my bottom lip with his thumb. “Go ahead, sweetheart.”

I smiled at the name, undoing his pants with ease I heard a slight groan as I pulled them down freeing his erection a bit. He was big, much bigger than I’ve had before. I tried to swallow my nerves as I pulled him out and stroked him slowly. I wrapped my lips around his tip, circling the tip with my tongue that elicited a moan from above me. I smiled and began to take him, or as much as I could. He hit the back of my throat before I got to his base, I gagged lightly and began to bob my head, stroking what was left with my hand. I felt a foreign hand in my hair, straining my eyes I looked up to see Oliver pulling some strands of my hair back. I rubbed my thighs together my arousal building to extreme heights.

“Fuck,” George moaned. He pulled out enough so his tip rested against my lips. “Do you think you can take all of me?” I stroked him slowly as I thought to myself.

“Will it get me my reward,” I asked in a sweet tone. He opened his mouth to reply so I kitten licked his tip, twisting my wrist as I continued to pump him. His words were cut off by a sharp intake of breath as he hissed.

“Definitely, and if you stop being a brat it will probably get you two.” I smiled at his response and pulled back my hand, opting to rest both of them on my thighs. Opening my mouth I relaxed my jaw and stuck my tongue out. George took his dick and slapped my tongue with it a few times.

“Such a good girl, so ready for me aren’t you, whore?” He asked with a devilish smirk. I nodded and let out a small involuntary whine at his words.

“Such a little slut, you’re gonna let him use you like that?” Fred asked. He walked over, his dick now free from its restraints he pumped it slowly. He ran his fingers through my hair, grabbing it tightly and pulling my head back to face him, his harshness made me whine and I squeezed my thighs together, growing wetter. “You like this don’t you? Such a dirty girl.” He let go of my hair and my head fell forward, George’s dick slapping my cheek lightly in the process.

“Our dirty girl.” Oliver praised smoothing my hair. I smiled before opening my mouth again, making eye contact with George to let him know I was ready. He smiled and slid in slowly, I wrapped my mouth around him and tried to maintain my composure as he began to slide down my throat. I gagged lightly which caused him to groan and go deeper. I breathed out through my nose as my eyes began to well up, I closed them and focussed on keeping my throat open for him.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my thigh, opening my eyes, blinking some tears away. I could make out Fred smiling as he kneeled next to me. I shut my eyes spreading my legs for him. He dipped his hand into my trousers tracing my lips from outside my panties. I moaned at the contact around George making him groan.

“You’re getting off on this aren’t you, completely soaked for us,” Fred whispered in my ear pushing my panties to the side. I moaned again which caused George to pick up his pace. I was gagging and tears were streaming down my face but I was enjoying it so much. Fred circled my clit with his nimble fingers making me gag and moan more but I didn’t care. George’s thrusts were becoming erratic and I knew he would come soon. Purposely swallowing around him caused him to meet his end. He buried his dick inside of my throat, my nose pressed up against his abdomen I moaned, swallowing his cum that shot down my throat. He pulled out of me, a trail of spit followed connecting us until it broke, slapping against my chin. Panting, I gasped for air and leaned my head on Fred’s shoulder. Fred picked his speed up on my clit causing me to yell out his name. He continued his brutal pace and I felt my orgasm catching up to me yet again.

“Please, George,” My words were cut off by a moan and I jerked my head back. “Please I’m going to cum I need your permission.” Fred was chuckling in my ear from my desperation but I couldn’t care right now. My legs were shaking and my abdomen was cramping up as I continued to fight it off.

George knelt in front of me, grabbing my neck with a strong hand he pulled my head forward. I fought against my body to open my eyes and look at him. “Cum for us, cum like the whore you are.” As he spoke he increased the pressure on my neck. My eyes rolled back as my orgasm washed over me, I shook violently, screaming out I felt myself release. Fred didn’t stop his fingers, they continued his brutal pace and his smirk grew as I began to shake from overstimulation.

“Good whore.” Fred whispered pulling his hand away from my core. I leaned back against Oliver’s leg and watched as Fred sucked his fingers clean. Oliver looked down at me with his dark eyes, filled with lust and hunger. Fred linked his arm around my waist and pulled me up. We walked over to a bench at the end of the row of lockers, he laid me down on my back. I giggled to myself watching him struggle to pull my trousers off. My laughter was cut short as he landed a short slap to my bare pussy, I moaned at the harsh contact.

“Don’t be a brat.” He warned and I nodded. I pulled my shirt off and unhooked my bra. Fred inserted a finger inside of me, slowly he began to pump in and out before adding another one, I moaned at the light stretch as he pumped faster, curling them to hit my G-spot.

“Such pretty moans.” George praised. He was knelt beside me and began to massage my breasts. I gasped as he began to suck on my nipple. Pulling my hands up I ran my fingers through his hair. Oliver stood on my other side, he was slowly pumping his cock at the scene below him. I felt Fred pull his fingers out and I whined at the loss. Fred spit directly onto my clit, I felt the liquid drip down and mix with my own juices.

“Spread your legs for me, darling,” I did as he said and opened my legs for him. “So pretty, princess, are you ready for me?”

“Yes, please,” I whined out. George was now attacking my neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh that took my breath away. I stopped breathing completely as Fred pushed into me. Slowly he filled me to the hilt, he had to be the same size as George. I felt him bump my cervix when his hips met mine. My mouth was open in a silent scream as he let out a slow groan. He stayed there for a moment, letting me get used to the stretch that came with his impressive size. When he felt me relax he began to slowly thrust in and out of me.

“Faster, fuck, please faster.” I moaned out. He quickly obliged by setting a ruthless pace that had my brain cloudy with the pleasure I was feeling. Oliver leaned down, kissing me roughly, our teeth clashed due to my shaking from Fred’s pace but that didn’t stop either of us.

“Such a whore, putting this show on for me, is this supposed to make me forgive you?” He asked, one of his hands trailed down my torso, he left feather-light touches on my breasts.

“Y-Yes all for you.” I struggled out. He suddenly pinched my nipple, pulling it lightly causing me to moan out loudly.

“Hm, all for me? You let them down too, it’s not very kind if it’s all for me now is it?” I nodded in agreement unable to speak as Fred propped my leg onto his shoulder, the new angle intensifying the pleasure I was feeling. “What are we going to do about that then?” Oliver asked.

I opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water. I couldn’t conjure up a sentence much less a viable answer that would satisfy him as my orgasm steadily approached.

“What a shame, it looks like I will have to punish you after all.” He whispered in my ear. I moaned at his words. Fred continued to hit that spot deep inside me that sent me closer to heaven and hell at the same time.

“I need to, please, I-” My words drowned out into a moan as Fred thrust harder.

“You need to cum, slut?” Fred asked, words spaced out with his thrusts. His hair was dripping with sweat, his chest was glistening with sweat, somewhere in the process he had lost his shirt.

“Yes, yes please!” I begged.

I could hear the smirk on his face as he replied. “Cum for me princess.” My second orgasm washed over me. My legs shook and I tightened my walls, screwing my eyes shut I let out a long moan as Fred continued to pump in and out of me, riding out my orgasm. His hips began to slow and he stopped, flush against me I felt his dick twitch, shooting long ropes of cum painting my insides.

Fred’s hands rubbed up and down my thighs, soothing their shaking. He kissed my knee and unhooked my leg from his shoulder, gingerly pulling out, I whined feeling sensitive and empty at the loss. Fred walked to the side of me, replacing Oliver who was now out of sight. He kneeled beside me and stroked my hair. “You did so good.” He praised.

George hummed softly, his head rested on my stomach under my breast where he was leaving soft kisses earlier beforehand. “Such a pretty slut for us.” He added.

“She may be pretty but that’s not going to make up for what she did.” Oliver said, he was circling his hands on my thighs, his towel now long forgotten, his erection was prominent and it prodded my legs as they shook. His tip was red and needy with precum, I could only assume how much it ached.

“Hm and what did she do?” Fred asked, feigning confusion, a slight smirk on his lips. Oliver had a smile playing on his lips as his hands trailed toward my core. He started to tease my folds, rubbing around spreading the shared release between me and Fred everywhere except my throbbing clit.

“She skipped practice, you know that.” Oliver growled.

“I didn’t mean to-” I trued but Oliver suddenly slapped my pussy, the harsh contact with my clit made me moan.

“You skipped.” He said sternly. I took that as a signal to shut up so I nodded, feeling the excitement buzz in my veins. My pussy throbbed in anticipation as his fingers ghosted over my entrance and up to my clit.

“Hm, I didn’t think about that, should I have punished you princess?” Fred asked. Before I could answer George attached his lips to my nipple, he lapped it and bit it lightly causing me to gasp. He pulled off with a pop, grinning.

“I should have bent you over my knee, showed you who you belong too.” George purred, he trailed up so his breath fawned over the shell of my ear. “Would you have liked that sweetheart? Being so marked and bruised you can’t sit straight? Everytime you sit down you will be reminded of the little whore you are for us, how you bent over willingly, swallowed my cock and came on Freddies fingers. You would like that wouldn’t you?” His voice was deep and it sent shivers through me and took the air from my lungs.

“I think she likes that George.” Oliver said grinning. “Shes practically dripping.” Suddenly he inserted two fingers into me, pumping at a relentless pace. Sounds of squeltching filled the air as he began to hit that spot inside of me, over and over again. I screwed my eyes shut feeling blissed out as George nipped my ear whispering small taunts while massaging my breasts, Fred on my other side whispering praise and playing with my hair.

“You like being used don’t you?” Geroge would ask, licking the shell of my ear.

“Such a good girl, you gonna moan princess?” Fred would add, kissing my cheek.

They continued the process until I was a writhing mess. I was about to ask for permission to cum when Oliver wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue that just sent me over the edge. I came for a third time, shaking crying out, I felt a few tears fall from eyes as he didn’t slow down until I was convulsing and my eyes were rolled back in my head. Oliver pulled back and I gasped for air now that I was given a slight break. Suddenly he slammed into me, his dick stretched me in a delicious way. I yelped at the sudden contact. He didn’t give me time to adjust like Fred, instead he pulled out nearly all the way before slamming back into me.

“O-Ollie.” I moaned out throwing my head back.

“What do you call me?” He growled, slapping my clit lightly and thrusting in forcefully. He halted his motions for a moment, grinding his hips into me and it felt heavenly.

“I’m sorry Sir! Please keep going!” I whined.

“Good girl.” Oliver praised pulling out an slamming back into me. He continued his relentless pace, slapping my clit and tits, pinching my nipples, occasionally leaning over to nip at my leg. I alternated between kissing Fred and George who whispered dirty things to me and swallowed the moans I left in their mouths. I felt Oliver speed up and I felt yet again that I was teetering on the edge.

“Sirs, please I need to cum,” I whined looking between all three boys. Fred and George nodded with cheeky grins and my gaze fell forward to Oliver between my legs. Oliver grabbed my hip with one hand, reaching down and grabbing my neck with the other in grip that could bruise.

“Cum then, cum on my dick slut.” Oliver grunted tightening his grip on my neck. I gave in, letting go and cumming harder than I have before. I let go, squirting onto his torso. Oliver kept pumping into me riding out my orgasm until he pulled out, cumming on my pussy, throwing white ropes on my glistening cunt. I was breathless and lightheaded, Oliver let go of my neck, my head fell back against the bench and I panted. Oliver spread my legs whistling lowly to himself.

“So pretty.” He muttered before ducking his head down and running a long stripe up my folds with his tongue. I jolted at the feeling, my body spasming as his tongue hit my clit. I felt him suck lightly and I whined. That’s when he pulled his head up, and leaned over me, his lips were in a tight line and his body caged me. He took one of his hands and placed two fingers on my chin, applying light pressure signaling for me to open my mouth. I did, sticking my tongue out as I made eye contact with him. He spat our combined juices into my mouth, some of it getting on my chin. He used his thumb to lap it up, wiping it on my tongue.

“Swallow it.” He commanded. I did as I was told, opening my mouth to show him when I was done. “Good slut.” He praised.

“Beautiful.” George added.

“Breathtaking.” Fred quipped. I felt my cheeks heat up at their praise.

“T-Thank you.” I said timidly. Oliver smiled, it was his usual soft smile that made me melt. He stood up, offering a hand I gladly took and stood with him on my shaky legs. I slipped slightly and George stood on my side grabbing my hip. I felt Fred’s gentle hand on my back offering his support should I need it.

They cleaned me up, offering support and praise every second of the way. The game with Slytherin went well, Gyrffimdor won by a landslide, and once again we found ourselves in the locker room together celebrating.

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