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Lost at Sea (+18)

💙 Merman!Miguel O'Hara X GN!Reader 💙

After your neglectful partner lets you nearly drown in a storm, you are rescued by an unexpected party: a merman named Miguel, who offers to help heal you. TW: Near drowning, possible thalassophobia, mentions of past emotionally abusive partner.

💙 Contents: Monster/human relationship, Forbidden romance, Mutual pining, Size difference, Kissing and heavy petting, Cock warming, PinV sex, Underwater sex, Double penetration, Autoerotic asphyxiation, Creampie.

💙 Notes: Holy shit I got way too invested in this one lmao, enjoy

💙 Word count: 7,400

‘God… damn it! CAN YOU GET UP HERE AND HELP—’

Your words were torn from your mouth by the relentless wind as it buffered your skin. The harsh sea salt had cracked your lips and dulled your skin, leaving your cheeks raw and red, and your hands were growing tired from hauling rope.

You were alone on the deck of a tiny ship sailing right into an inferno, and you had no idea what to do.

Your asshole partner had insisted that you go out on their new boat. It’d clearly been an attempt to just show off. You couldn’t get a word in edgewise as they blabbered about their new toy, and eventually you’d just been worn down into going.

You’d tried to warn them about the weather. You’d tried to show them your phone, which clearly indicated that a storm was rolling in midafternoon, but they were too pompous to listen. As always.

You’d agreed to just go a little way out into the cove to see how it ran. They’d made you sit with your hands in your lap while they steered, because clearly you were too clumsy and naïve to touch anything on their precious vessel. You bit down your complaints and tried to enjoy it while you could.

And then, of course, they’d pushed it too far. They’d gone too far from the coast in an attempt to show off.

You’d watched the sky turning from pale blue to a foreboding grey, the clouds growing dark like a bruise on the horizon. Over and over you’d said to turn back, and over and over you’d been told the same thing: You were overreacting, you were petty, you were just trying to ruin this for them.

It was only when the first spatters of rain began to hit the deck that they’d finally decided to turn around, and their stubbornness had cost you dearly. The storm had rolled in faster than you could turn the vessel around. The beach was still just a blurry line in the distance, and the storm was threatening to throw you to the sea’s mercy.

Despite their previous snide comments about you not touching anything, they were currently below deck somewhere while you were struggling to hunker down the sails so you didn’t overturn.

‘Where—are they, fuck—Would you PLEASE help!’

Your desperate cry echoed against the thundering of rain overhead, but there was no reply. You could see the light was on downstairs. You knew they were there, could they really care about you so little?

‘I’m trying to batten everything down! Just hold on!’ Their voice floated out from behind the closed door. It only served to distract you from your job, as you still could barely hear what they were saying.

‘WHAT?’ you cried.

‘I’m battening down!’

‘BATTENING WHAT DOWN?!’

‘Just—’

A fresh gust of wind unsteadied your feet, and the rope slipped from your hands. The sail above was caught by the storm and began to turn the ship faster than you could keep up with.

‘S-Shit, no, no come on—’

You felt your feet slipping on the cold wood. The spray was blinding your sight.

‘Shit… shit—’

You clung to the rope as hard as you could, but when the next wave came in it slipped. Your knot hadn’t been tight enough. To your horror your feet were entirely swept out from underneath you.

‘HELP! HELP!’

You hit the deck and felt the wind knocked from your lungs. You tried to stand but the storm was faster than you, and as you squirmed on the wet deck your body began to slide. You rolled across the slippery wood right towards the edge.

‘No, NO—HEY! HEY! HEL—’

You didn’t even get a second chance to call for help.

You were flung down into the ocean with your stabilizing rope snaking after you into the blackened abyss, and the last thing you saw was your partners silhouette in the single lit window.

The water was freezing as it hit you. You sank down easy into the dark and the chaos.

You thrashed. You clawed. You squirmed and exploded bubbles from your maw, but your clothes were weighing you down, and the storm kept whipping waves over your head every time you even vaguely breached the surface. You got three or four good breathes in before you were swallowing sea water, and your arms were too tired to keep you afloat.

You kept thinking they’d save you. You kept thinking they’d come. But you just, kept, sinking.

Down, down, where the storm sounds were dulled to nothing. Where the world was a weightless, crushing void of indigo. Down to the unknown.

You couldn’t hear, couldn’t see. Your body drifted into the darkness.

But you could have sworn, right before you lost consciousness, that you felt someone grab you.

…

You woke slowly to the sound of sea birds.

One thought immediately filled your fuzzy mind. You were alive?

You blinked your eyes only to find them slightly crusty with salt. You had to wipe them clean with your wrist, and as you moved that you realized how sore you were. You were cold and stiff, your ankle swollen, but you were alive. How on earth were you alive?

You blinked your eyes a few more times until the crust broke, and with a low moan you began to take in your surroundings.

You were inside a gaping cave, a huge, jagged opening in the side of the bay. You assumed it must be the same bay you’d initially left from and not another since the rock was the exact same colour. There was water gently lapping at your side, water shallow enough to give you a view of the rock beneath. It was faintly pink, covered in barnacles and filled with seaweed and rocks.

A rockpool. You were in a rockpool cave.

You could feel something soft beneath you, which felt strange considering where you were. When you shifted your fingers, you realized that you were laying in a bed of wet kelp and moss atop a rock. Was this, natural?

You winced as you tried to move. The odds of you surviving like this were just non-existent, right? To have been swept into a safe cave, without hitting any rocks on the way, and all in enough time that you hadn’t drowned? It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t. This was unfathomable. There had to be another explanation.

‘Are you awake?’

You jumped at the sound of a stranger’s voice echoing through the cave. It was deep, husky, cold. It wasn’t like any voice you’d ever heard before. You winced for a second time as you tried to roll, and the stranger spoke again.

‘Careful—careful, you’re hurt.’

‘Who—’

You shuffled onto your elbow and peered out towards the caves opening, trying desperately to see who was here. Was it some passerby who stumbled in, or perhaps a coastguard who’d tracked you? Perhaps your luck was turning after all.

But, there was no one at the cave mouth. You frowned, at first, until you felt the breath. Hot, warm breath, stirring your neck. You turned around and yelped.

Beside you was a man. Or at least, part of a man.

Deep red eyes peered at you from beneath a mop of long, thick, dark brown hair, hair that lay is braided strands around his neck and shoulders. He was muscled and broad, his skin brown and calloused by old scars. You could see salt crystals hanging from those thick locks about his shoulders, and it appeared that his skin had been painted or tattooed with smooth neon red lines.

He was a pretty man, a rugged creature of the sea, but he had strangely kind eyes. You could see his unkempt brows were raised in an attempt to seem unthreatening. By all means, if you’d met him in any other scenario, you would have simply been too shy to say a word. You would have been smitten, not frightened.

It was what lay beneath his muscled waist that scared you.

His pelvis gave way to a gargantuan torso, one that resembled the body of a large fish. His tail was long, its skin glimmering a deep and jewel-like navy blue, ending a taper that was decorating with a huge, fluttery, blood red tail, one that crinkled and rippled like fabric. You saw his little fleshy fins, his smooth spines, all glittering with little beads of water.

His fish half was floating idly in the deeper pool while his human torso clung to the rock you were perched on. His eyes were fixed on you, and he had you surrounded.

‘Ah… Y-you—’

‘How do you feel?’

The man’s voice came out gruff as he interrupted your stuttering.

‘I… I’m—’ You tried to speak but struggled to get a single word out. You were paralyzed by a mixture of fear and confusion.

‘You’re… scared, yes?’ the man said in a lower tone. He was trying to sound soft, to sound confident, but it was hard to underplay the powerful image of this otherworldly monster lying across your only way of escape.

‘Y…. y—’

‘I won’t hurt you’ he said slowly. He was clearly a little impatient, a little stiff, but he was trying. ‘I won’t.’

‘You, wont?’ you stammered. The man nodded.

‘I could have hurt you many times before now. I haven’t.’

When your eyes widened in horror the man suddenly sighed, realizing a little too late how that his example was less than comforting. ‘What I mean is, just- I won’t hurt you. I do not plan to hurt you, which is why, I haven’t. Okay? I swear’ he elaborated.

‘What- What are you?’ you said, your voice quivering. He shifted his enormous tail.

‘I’m- me’ he grunted.

‘Yo… what- what does that mean? What are you?!’ You repeated again.

The man tilted his head. ‘Is this, the shock, talking?’ he asked. It was hard to tell if he was being deliberately sarcastic or just struggling to give off a genuinely concerned tone, which certainly threw you off. ‘I, truly can’t tell. Do you want me to answer that genuinely?’

‘Y… You’re, um- you’re, real?’ you said, both a statement and a question. At that he unexpectedly broke into a dumbfounded smile, one that looked comforting on his weather-worn face.

‘Ah. It is the shock, then. I am real, yes. I am—’

‘You’re ah, uh—you’re a, merman’ you stammered. His smile softened as his eyes darted about your face.

‘Yes’ he said softly. ‘Yes, there you go.’

You began to murmur to yourself as you drew up your knees. ‘I’m…. I-I’m sorry, I—’

‘No need to apologize. I’m automatically wary around humans, but, you are… Not exactly a threat.’

‘I… No. I’m, not a threat’ you dumbly replied. You noticed the smile lines by his eyes grow deeper before he coughed to cover them up.

‘Hm. My name is, Miguel, if that helps’ he grunted. He seemed a little uncomfortable being so personable, but he was trying his best to ease your fear. It worked. Slowly you began to relax.

‘Hi’ you mumbled back, ‘I uh… My name is, Y/N.’

You noticed his tail flicking slightly in the deeper pool, causing ripples to dance across its surface towards you. ‘A pleasure to meet you’ Miguel replied in that cold but gentle voice, ‘if only it was under better circumstances.’

‘W- Where, um- can I ask, where am I?’ you panted.

‘You certainly can, you just did. You’re close to shore. You’re by the beach which extends towards the docks from which I assume you left. It’s low tide right now so, if you follow to the right you’ll get back to the beach. I’m, unsure if you can walk though, due to your ankle, and… unfortunately I cannot swim you out yet with the low water. Later, though, I will, when the tide comes back. That was my plan.’

As Miguel gave his monotone recital of your situation, your mind drifted elsewhere. One niggling thought kept bothering you.

‘You… did, you—did you rescue me?’ you asked. It felt a dumb question, but you were truly dumbfounded by this whole situation.

To your surprise, Miguel immediately nodded. ‘Yes. I did. I sensed the ship in the storm and went to check it, and I found you struggling beneath the waves. I hoisted you above the water and… well, I feel I must apologize to you.’

Miguel paused and rubbed his thickset jaw. It was hard to see his face in the dark, but, did he look ashamed?

‘I tried to take you directly to the docks but… With the storm, it was extremely busy. There were sailors trying to cover their vessels all over the board, and—well. I could not risk myself being seen. I brought you here so that I could shield you from the waves without being seen.’

‘No that… that’s, fine’ you mumbled. ‘I mean, I’m grateful you saved me at all. I really… really, thought I was going to die there.’

‘It’s nothing. You’re safe now. Though, I have to ask, why did you go out alone in the first place?’ he asked.

You blinked. ‘Why—what do you mean?’

‘Why did you go out into the storm, on the ship, alone? You’re in shock right now but… You don’t, seem like the kind to be that, risky, to put it nicely’ he repeated.

Immediately your brows furrowed. You remembered it all then; your asshole partner taking you out, forcing you to deal with the ship from the outside as the storm you had predicted would roll in did inevitably roll in. Had they even done anything to save you? Had they even noticed?

Miguel tilted his head at your expression. ‘What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘Uh—no, it’s not your fault. Sorry. I wasn’t on the ship alone, and it wasn’t my choice. My, partner, I guess, wanted to go out and I didn’t want to start a fight by refusing. I knew there was a storm but they… didn’t- Ah, fuck- they didn’t listen to me.’

It felt strange saying partner at this point. In your head you certainly weren’t thinking of them the same way you used to. Really, you hadn’t thought of them like that for a while.

You slumped a little on the moss. ‘Ah… fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna have to deal with that when I go back.’

Miguel didn’t say a thing at first. He just lay back and watched you writhe with patient eyes, until he noticed your foot impatiently tapping.

‘You seem… tense’ he murmured.

You tried desperately to look away.

‘Is it the pain?’ he asked. You shook your head.

‘No, I don’t—’ You tried to draw up your knees to your chest but you winced the second your ankle moved. You got too embarrassed and let it slide back down. ‘I don’t… want to go back.’

Miguel blinked again. ‘Why not?’

‘What do I have to go back to?’ you said with a slightly sad laugh. ‘That—asshole? Who left me on the ship, who let me fall overboard? I’m sure I’ll go back and, I’ll either get chewed out like this was my fault or I’ll get smothered with worry and guilt tripping until I internalize that it WAS my fault, and either I stay with them in that shitty cycle or- or I leave, and, I try to figure shit out.’

You tapped your foot violently at the thought. ‘No. I’m not going back to them. Not again. I- I can’t. I WON’T. And, in that case… I got, nothing. No home, no- friends out here, no real assets just… ah. Fucckk.’

You hiccupped into an awkward finish, and after that you were too ashamed to continue talking.

Miguel sat with you in silence. In the silence you could hear the slippery smooth sound of his skin as his tail coiled and shifted beneath the water, mixed with the dripping of water from above. It was terribly tense.

‘Okay. We’ll, wait.’

You were surprised by his blunt dismissal. You were sure that this creature would want to be rid of you, or would complain about your attitude, but, he seemed unphased. At least, he seemed unphased. His face was so hard to read.

‘Would you like me to check your ankle, then?’ he asked, gesturing to the swollen inflamed pound above your foot. You blinked. Wait, he was worried about you?’

‘Y- uh, sure. I’m not sure what you can do for it though.’

Miguel carefully angled his tail and slid forward until his torso was right next to your own, allowing his hands to find your ankle.

‘Mm… I’ll, try not to hurt you’ he murmured. You nodded, and slowly he began to feel over the swelling. You shuddered the moment you felt his hand. God, his hands felt good. Strong, calloused, worn, warm. It was a new feeling to be gripped by something like that.

You realized, then, that the clothes you’d been wearing were gone. They must have been stripped off in the storm? Either way, you were wearing nothing but the one-piece bathing suit you’d been wearing beneath them.

If Miguel had noticed he didn’t say anything. He continued stroking over the soft bump in your ankle with diligent eyes. ‘It doesn’t look like it’s broken’ he muttered to himself. ‘Which is… good.’

To your internal horror, you felt your cheeks growing warm. He was ever, ever so pretty, and so gentle. He didn’t look like he should be this gentle.

His breath hit your shoulder as he worked, and against your better judgement you leaned into it. It felt… nice. For something so cold, so wet, he was so human too. Your body continued to lean in until you realized that you were practically nestled into the crook of his neck.

You looked up, and your eyes met. He glanced down at your face with slightly raised brows.

‘Mm?’

‘Ah—sorry, I’m- I’m tired’ you stammered, forcing yourself up. He didn’t approach you nor rebuff you; he simple chuckled, his lips turned into an adorable half smile. He looked old beyond his years, you thought.

‘It’s fine. You can rest if you must.’

You felt the heat growing deeper. You coughed with pursed lips and turned to stare at the wall. ‘No, no, I’m fine. I’ll be fine.’

You hadn’t realized how touch starved you were. You hadn’t been treated kindly in far too long, and this one basic gesture was causing you to overflow. He was very, very pretty. Really pretty. It really didn’t help the situation, just how pretty he was. God, it was all you could think about. You just kept letting it go around and around in your mind.

Pretty, pretty, rugged sea beast.

‘Your partner.’

You jumped back into the moment at the sound of his voice. ‘Ah- yeah? What- what about them?’

‘Mm. That’s a very telling response’ he noted. You shuddered as he continued to massage your ankle.

‘I—Sorry, I didn’t mean to be snippy.’

‘That’s not what I meant’ he grunted.

‘Well… Then- can you just, say what you meant then?’ you said. He glanced at you again.

‘I wanted to ask you about it. You sounded distressed.’

‘I… I mean, yeah, I am. You don’t have to worry about that though.’

‘I know I don’t. I just am. They sounded… Cruel, the way you described them’ Miguel noted as he rubbed at your ankle. You gave a sad grunt of a laugh.

‘Mm. Cruel, I guess it- I used to hate when people said that, because it made me… It made me feel stupid, I guess, for downplaying things that they apparently so easily spotted as unfair or bad or toxic.’

‘If they were- controlling you, I fail to see how it was your fault’ he noted. ‘You clearly didn’t like it, but, it sounds like you had no other choice.’

‘Mm. You’re very astute for a fish.’

He snorted a laugh, his lip tilting at the corner. ‘Mm. I’m human too, you know. I understand loneliness. I understand it well.’

‘Are there not many others like you?’ you asked curiously.

His hand squeezed the upper part of your leg to test for tenderness and you shivered. He took note. ‘Not really. The ocean is big, there’s a lot of- empty space. Sometimes we travel in packs but… that is, unusual. We only really gather to mate. I usually drift by myself.’

‘Huh, so uh- I guess you do have, what I assume is quite a bit of experience with love then’ you gently teased.

His tilted smile turned sad. ‘Oh, no. I have been… unsuccessful in love. It’s been a long time since I managed to find a mate. A long, long time. I, more or less stopped bothering.’

‘Y—wait, really? You? How?’

He glanced up and you immediately baulked at how overt you’d been. ‘I mean—I—’

‘Are you, implying I’m attractive?’ he asked. You tried to look away but it was so hard, with those big red eyes and those full, rough lips. You swallowed hard.

‘Ah… I mean, objectively, yes. You’re, a very attractive man’ you said, placing desperate emphasis on the word ‘objective’.

His smile had vanished, seemingly out of shock, but it came back as he observed your awkwardness. He didn’t seem used to smiling. ‘Huh. Well, mil gracias. That’s kind of you to say.’

You smiled and turned to silently sitting, and as he continued his work, he intentionally began to get closer.

Behind his calm expression, Miguel was sweating. He was petrified you’d realize that his brushing of your ankle was just a ploy, an excuse, to remain close to your soft little body.

He couldn’t let you see how his eyes lit up when he saw your face. He couldn’t let you see how warm his cold, scaley body felt in your presence.

He’d seen so many humans in his life, and none sparked such excitement in him. You’d fallen down into his world like an angel from heaven, a gift from Poseidon right into his arms, and even though you’d been barely lucid when he held you above the stormy waves he could have sworn you’d seen him.

Your exhausted body had clung to him as he kept you safe. You’d nestled into his chest, your arms around his neck, and you’d whispered. You’d whispered, ‘thank you’. You’d whispered, ‘beautiful’.

He didn’t know if you remembered that. It seemed that you didn’t. Still, part of him was praying you’d remember.

His eyes drifted from your ankle to the cut of your swimsuit where it clung to your skin. He watched your hips shift, your chest heave as you breathed. He felt that soft, primal thud of his heart, and looked away.

‘When you eventually return to the land, what do you think you’ll do?’ Miguel asked, trying to bury his interest in small talk. His torso was now pressed in at your side with your faces turned in opposite directions.

You sighed. ‘I got no idea. No idea. I guess I’ll have to just… figure it out, right? I’ll have to find a new place, try to- get my stuff back I guess. It’s gonna be exhausting but, what else can I do, yanno? It’s just… Whatever. It’s a part of life. Man, I’m not looking forward to tryna figure out dating again.’

‘Do you think, you’ll begin looking for a new mate quickly?’ Miguel asked. His eye turned a little to try and catch your eye.

‘Mate. Huh. As weird as it sounds… I kind of, want to move on’ you mused. ‘I want the, confirmation that it’s over, that I can move on and proof that there’s better out there.’

You didn’t notice the way Miguel’s tail began to whip in the water. His hands drifted up your leg.

‘That’s understandable. Well, don’t worry about that right now. You may stay with me as long as you wish’ he said.

You chuckled. ‘What, are you suggestin—’

You turned, again, and this time you found yourself nose to nose with Miguel.

That single, simple moment hit you like a wave breaking on shore. It was the sudden realization that you felt something. Something tangible. Something, real.

Yearning. A deep, basal yearning in your loins that were pulsing with your blood, one that seemed to palpitate outside your body. It was as if it was physically coiling around you both, like your joint curiosity was manifesting.

You blinked. Miguel’s eyes darted over your face, almost like he was looking for something. You tried to breathe but it caught in your throat, and immediately his eyes widened. He’d found what he was hoping for, praying for.

‘Are you okay?’ he murmured. You dumbly nodded.

‘A-Ahuh…’

‘You, seem… a little, breathless’ he noted. You couldn’t even respond. For a tense minute you were both silent, nose to nose with your lips barely an inch apart. Neither of you would move.

‘Most… people, wouldn’t let me get this close’ he said after a while. He was testing the waters. ‘Even after saving them.’

‘T… They wouldn’t?’

‘No.’

Your chest heaved and brushed his own giant pecs, briefly giving a taste of skin on skin. The way your eyelids fluttered drew him closer. That throbbing in your loins get harder, stronger. His breathing got faster.

‘I can… move back, if you want’ he asked. That simple question was dripping with a million layers of nuance.

‘N… No, it’s fine’ you replied. He swallowed, and you watched his adams apple jolt. When he spoke again you felt it hit your face.

‘Is it, just, fine?’ he asked. His deep voice had dipped.

Your whole body shuddered.

‘You will have heard rumours, I’m sure’ he said softly. ‘About, dangerous fish men. Otherworldly merpeople, come to the shore to grab innocent people who they drag away for- unsavoury purposes.’

As he spoke you peered around his shoulder, watching the way his tail flicked. It hit you how huge he was in that moment. With his tail he was nearly twice the size of your body. Your eyes rolled back with a soft pant, and the first thing you saw was the fangs glinting behind his parted lips.

‘Those poor people. What they always fail to mention, is that they all come willingly.’ His voice had dipped to a whisper, and it was making you tremble. He could almost smell the need in you.

‘These poor, unwanted people, whose shoulders grow heavy from the weight of the world, they yearn for the sea. It is, weightless. It is, free. Erotic.’

As he spoke your body slid down the slimy rocks into the warm pool, and just as he’d described, you began to float. Your body lost all tension as he helped hold you up beneath the gently lapping water.

‘But it is…. Lonely. The ocean is vast, and it is empty, and it is cold. And some of us… Can’t help but yearn for the warmth of your people. Your, hot blood, your little bodies. The warmth of your, lost, and weary, who would maybe understand us.’

His breath hit your ear, and you felt it in him too. That same loneliness. That same yearning.

‘I have not touched another soul in a long time’ he whispered. ‘I would be… grateful, to relieve myself, with you. I will happily set you free too.’

‘Please.’

You blurted the word without thinking, and despite the desperation in your voice he seemed to sense that. He didn’t move any closer. He held himself about an inch away, with his lips by your ear and his long, slippery body gently wrapped around your own.

‘Do you wish to taste something different?’ he whispered.

‘Yes’ you panted. The tension inside you was growing painful. ‘Yes, yes.’

‘Do you long for the sea?’ he purred.

‘Yes—’

‘Do you long for me?’

His pelvis sank down and began to rub between your legs. You let out an audible moan, one that echoed in the confines of the cave.

‘Y-Yes, please—please, please’ you repeated. The moment you moaned he gave in.

Miguel leaned in and kissed you hard, smothering your lips with his own. You could taste the salt on his rough, warm skin, and when his tongue slipped out you tasted it there too. He was rough but slow, occasionally opening his eyes a crack to see your response.

Your eager little mewls, your touch starved whines, they fed him. He pushed you up against the rocks with a rough growl.

‘Mm—’

His tongue was warm in your mouth as it explored. As you shyly broached his lips with your own tongue, you felt his fangs, sharp and thick and smooth. You whimpered as he moved in deeper with a second groan.

‘Mmm…. Mm, mm—’

His claws began to roam your body. You felt him start at your hips, his fingers squeezing the unfamiliar flesh, before moving up to your waist and then your chest. His thumb hit your nipple and you squeaked, drawing out another groan from him.

You were breathing on each other, hot and heavy, huffing through the nose as you whined and moaned. Never had you been so sought after, never had anything pet you with such ravenous hands.

You melted in his firm grip, giving in to his strength and his power, until something unexpected jolted you back into the moment. Something slippery, long and hard was probing between your legs and up your belly.

Your eyes shot open mid kiss. Sensing your hesitation Miguel pulled back, allowing you to glance down and see what you’d felt.

Two joint phalli, one on top of the other, both the same pale red as his tail decoration, emerging from the same slit in his pelvis. They were smooth, clean, slightly curved with a rounded tip.

You stared at his offering with curious eyes.

‘Ah… o-oh, I—’

‘I’m sorry, I couldn’t- keep them down’ he murmured. He sounded a little embarrassed, a sight so cute on such a gruff man.

‘No. No, it’s okay. It’s okay.’ You darted your eyes from his face to his shafts as you reassured him. He gave a soft nod as he sensed your interest, and slowly you reached out to touch them.

Your first thought was how wet they were. They were slippery, already dripping with something thick and viscose, almost like Vaseline.

It was oily in your hand as you tried to fist it back and forth. It twitched as you stroked, which you noted with a soft throb of your own, and you caught his eyes rolling. You squeaked when he abrupted bucked into your hand, forcing that thick, slippery cock to slide through your fingers and back again.

‘Ah… sorry, it- I haven’t been stimulated in so long’ he groaned.

‘I-It’s okay, you’re all good’ you said. You gingerly gave him a few more strokes, using both hands to rub both shafts. You watched his tail thrash in response, his back arching and rolling to rock them deeper. His gruff little moans were so sweet.

‘Ah- please, m—mm- may I have you?’ he pleaded.

You faltered only for a moment. It wasn't usually like you to be this impulsive, but you wanted this. You wanted him. You wanted freedom.

You nodded and slowly slipped down, presenting your body to him to guide. He took it.

You lay back and let him strip your swimsuit aside. You felt his fingers as they slipped beneath the wet fabric, as they brushed your skin for the first time. You felt them ghosting over your inner thigh, just barely stroking your pussy lips as he pushed the suit to the side.

You tensed and gasped; it was enough to give you goosebumps. He spread you wide without shame.

You watched Miguel’s eyes roaming. He notes the hairs on your arms standing up, the feel of raised skin as he stroked them, the sight of your chest heaving as your breath came a little faster. He could see your nipples harden beneath the suit.

Most of all, though, he stared at your perfectly framed cunt beneath the shifting water. He used his thumb to curiously spread you, noting the folds beading with slick.

Beneath the water his joint phalli twitched in unison. You hadn’t noticed, but his eyes had begun to glow a bright neon red. He wanted to plunder whatever sweet pearl was inside.

‘You will… need to be, careful’ he panted. You stayed still as he grabbed your ankles, tenderly pushing them in until your knees folded and your back bent, creating a perfect mating press. You shuddered as his smooth body settled in on top of you. You felt his cock poking at your naked pussy for the first time.

‘I will have to… manoeuvre them, a little, so I don’t try to penetrate you with both. That would be- painful. I will use one to stimulate you instead, is that… okay?’

‘Yeah. Y-Yeah, that’s okay.’

‘Good. Okay… Just hold onto me’ he purred. His hand tenderly slid down and around to cup your lower back while the other gripped the rock by your head for support. You felt his thumb stroking your spine. So soft, yet so rough.

You dug your nails into his back, and you let him slip in.

His cock went in smoothly, with little to no resistance, but that didn’t change how much space it took up. They were both huge.

It slid up like a snake, guided by that strange, slippery lubricant coating the silky skin, until it could go no further. You were now fully penetrated, your belly bulging and your clit smeared by his second little twitching shaft. You squirmed a little to adjust.

Fuck, it ached. It felt good, but it was really splitting you in half. You’d never been stretched like this, ever, not even close.

‘F-Fuck- ah, that’s, big—’ you winced.

‘That- that’s it… I’ve got you… You're mine now’ Miguel groaned.

Fuck, you here his, and you were tight. Your skin felt good on his scales. Soft, malleable flesh, a cute squeezable body, perfectly impaled. He flexed and twitched his cock to feel it nuzzle your insides, imprinting it with little smears of precum. He wanted to remember this. He wanted to stamp the feeling of your cunt muscles clenching and quivering around him on the inside of his brain.

Bit by bit, he began to move.

‘A-Ah—’

In the water you could feel his skin as it slid across you, moist and slick like wet silk, moving with a dexterity and flexibility that no human could have. It made you shudder. Your brain knew that it felt wrong, but the pleasurable tightness in your gut told you that you didn’t care.

You dug your nails into his back and relied on his own huge hands to keep you steady.

‘Uhn—uhn— uhn—’

His soft grunts echoed above you as he nestled into your neck.

‘That’s it… That’s it. Ah- you are, so, soft…’

Your legs shook a little as he drew back and forth, his two long shafts shifting in tandem. You felt the longer rod easily filling you before slipping out.

Bit by bit the initial ache in your core started to subside. You began to relax. The pain numbed into a soft, smooth, pleasurable motion, and you began to moan.

You lost track of time in that private space, as you indulged your most perverse needs. You were lulled by pleasure. The slow rhythm of his pulsing, the gentle stimulating rubbing on your clit, the wetness and the warmth, it was like a dream.

You wanted this. You wanted to be wanted. In that moment, as he nestled your cheek and whined for more, whispering how good you felt in your ear, you forgot your asshole ex. You forgot everyone.

Part of you would have liked to be caught. You quivered at the thought. To be found like this, utterly impaled by this beautiful ethereal creature. It excited you.

You only noticed that any time had even passed when a salty wave hit your cheek. Wait, was the water, rising?

You didn’t get a chance to think about it. You were lost in the moment, your head dizzy from the sensations overstimulating every single one of your senses. The cave echoed with the slapping of water, the rhythmic pounding of flesh as he fucked you. His grunts were rough, tinged with some deep inhuman clicking sound that was almost like purring.

The sound of your taboo little fling filled the cave until you drowned in it.

The water kept rising. It was breaking, lapping, streaming in to lap over your conjoined bodies. It almost seemed to be mimicking Miguel’s own feelings; the peaking, the brewing tension in his gut as he wallowed in pleasure.

He started to get faster.

‘Miguel--!’

You tried to cry out but he fucked the words from your mouth. His claws raked your skin as his abdomen thrashed and humped you into submission.

‘Uhn- uhn- uhn—uhn- uhn-'

‘Mi—a-ah—mi—Mig—’

Wave after wave swept in, until eventually, you were covered.

With a sudden gasp you went under.

In the frantic thralls of mating Miguel didn’t seem to notice. You watched bubbles rise to the surface as you gasped and moaned, sounds that were utterly muffled by the deep. A pressure covered your mouth and nose until you were utterly unable to breath, a pressure that matched the pressure on your insides. You could focus on nothing now but that wet slap, the pounding of flesh going in and out of your guts, the passionate thrashing of his tail as he fucked you raw.

It was too much. Right as you started to get lightheaded, you orgasmed, your whole body spasming and straining around his cocks.

The feel of you clenching thankfully managed to snap him from his trance. Miguel drew his head from your neck to find your eyes rolling backward, and in a panic he lent forward and kissed you. His lips were full and smooth, easily drawing back and forth against your own, and as his tongue snaked down into your throat you felt the last cusp of your conscious mind pleading for more.

But then you gasped, and you were not met with a mouthful of sea water this time. Miguel withdrew his lips from yours and with it he blew a small air bubble across your mouth, allowing you to breathe.

You realized that water had filled the cave so high that you were both now suspended, your body clasped in his hands to stop it drifting away. You could see all of him. His long tail snaking, his thick fleshy shafts between your spread legs, his broad beautiful human torso above you. You saw it all.

You panted hard as your eyes met. You were still impaled on his cock, with his strong arms and muscular tail holding you beneath the water. He panted back, bubbles flying from his lips. As soon as he confirmed that you were, in fact, breathing, he grunted, and to your surprise pulled himself out.

You watched the bulge in your belly slip out as his cock exited your hole.

For a moment you were distraught, sure that you’d done something wrong, but it was only for a moment. He immediately pulled you close and entered you again, though this time he entered you twice. One cock slipped its oily girth into your cunt while the other slid up into your anus, filling you to absolute completion.

He groaned, hard, and immediately started to rut you again. He wouldn’t allow you to be hurt, but by god, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He was on the cusp of euphoria.

‘A-Ah—fuck--!’

Your moans were no longer muffled as he started to fuck you again. Your screams just kept him going. The sweet siren call of your own pleasure, your own need. It drove him to seek it, drove him to arch his tail and buck his hips for more.

He grabbed your wrist with one of his hands and pulled you in close, smoothly wrapping himself around you until you were bound by his body. It looked almost sweet, like you were ballroom dancing, but it was anything but.

He was using every muscle he had to push against your weightless state, working against gravity to fuck you all the same. You clung to him as he squeezed the life back into you.

‘Ah… Miguel—!’

His entire, massive slender form was thrashing and humping to get deeper, closer, harder, almost crushing you in response. You just kept begging, screaming.

His tail whipped ferociously. His grunts were forming bubbles in the deep, little manifestations of his primal urge. He thrust, and he thrust, and he thrust, and he ravaged your creamy little cunt with each one. He forced your legs a little further apart with his slippery body. He pushed in deeper.

And then, with a guttural, wordless groan, he climaxed.

You let him cum inside you. You let those long, slippery shafts pulse and pump, creaming you into a whimpering mess, stuffing you up until it was all you could feel. The warmth, the grip, his body and flesh merged with your own. You took all he had to offer between your legs.

‘A-ah… ah….’

In the comedown you found yourself floating. The cave was completely filled with water, something that seemed impossible.

Miguel grunted and gently swam you both to the surface, to a tiny pocket of air left at the top of the cave. As you surfaced your little air bubble popped and you gasped. There you stayed, floating weightless in his arms as he held you to his chest, allowing you to relax. You were sore, and bruised, but it was so, so worth it.

‘Are—are you okay?’

Miguel’s voice jolted you from a sleep you hadn’t even noticed yourself falling into. ‘Y… Yeah, ah—very, very good’ you panted.

He let your head fall back so you could meet his gaze, but he kept his shafts inside you, and he kept his arms and tail around you too. He kept you close.

‘Come with me.’

His eyes were eerie in the dark water. They glowed so brightly, like an anglerfish’s lure, a deep and passionate red that danced across your skin.

‘Let me take you deeper’ he whispered. ‘Let me- adore you.’

‘C…. C-Can I, do that?’ you stammered.

His eyes were so soft in the dark. He leaned in and kissed the corner of your lips.

‘If you wish it’ he whispered again. ‘You can leave your life behind. I’ll take you away. I’ll take you somewhere beautiful, somewhere quiet and calm, somewhere they won’t bother you anymore. A world untouched by any man.’

‘I… what if I change my mind?’

Miguel blinked. Did he look, hurt? It was hard to say. He raised his dripping hand to his lips and blew another bubble, which he tenderly held out to your face.

‘It’s an offer to come with me. To be free. I offer you my breath, that’s all. But you can have the rest, too. You can have the rest of me, if you let me have you.’

Your heart skipped a beat beneath his glowering gaze. To your surprise, it was an easy answer.

‘Yes.’

Miguel purred. He popped the little air bubble and instead kissed your lips, creating a new one over your mouth as he simultaneously sank you back into the depths.

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The Angel and the Fae

Summary: The one where Harry is an angel that falls in love with a garden fairy.

And even the heavens can't keep you apart.

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Harry thinks you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen.

He decides this the moment he sees you. Resolves instantaneously upon a fleeting glance that you – with your long hair that flows beneath the crown of white lilies atop your head – will be the reason he falls from heaven.

He watches you from the edge of Aspen Hollow. Never once stepping foot past the sacred edge that surrounds the ethereal garden where you preside. Not even a feather from his wings is permitted to dance into such holy ground.

A fawn has crawled its way into your lap. Entrusting you with its care and safety as its eyes fall shut and it blissfully settles into your delicate and soothing embrace.

You’re speaking to it. Softly. Comfortingly. Trailing your finger from its nose down to its spine.

“There, little one,” you’re cooing. Hushed yet reverent. “Sleep now.”

Harry considers himself lucky to be able to hear the way your heart beats beneath your chest. Steady. Rhythmic. Calm. You’re happy. Content and filled with tranquility.

He detects the exact moment you sense him. Catches the hitch in your breath and the jump of your pulse.

He readies himself to explain – to assuage you. He expects your fear, your resentment. Expects you to cast him out. Forbid him from returning.

Instead, you seem…curious. Hesitant but inquisitive, and when your head turns, his lungs just about cave in.

And in that moment, when your eyes find his, his purpose changes. His entire reason for existence is plucked from one instrument and played on another. A tune so beautiful, so melodious…it makes his heart sing.

You’re watching him much like he was watching you. But you don’t move from your spot on the grass, instead keeping the fawn safely tucked away in your lap.

You blink, and Harry swears he can feel the flutter of it against his cheek.

“Hello,” you call quietly, your gentle voice carrying across the few hundred yards from where you reside.

You must know he’ll be able to hear you, and Harry straightens up dutifully, his wings following suit. Expanding some as if to display a sense of chivalry.

“Hello,” he calls back, equally as soft.

You seem to study him for a moment, and Harry swears this is the longest he’s ever gone without breathing.

“You aren’t supposed to be here,” you tell him, and he nods once.

“I know,” he admits. “I suppose I just…found it hard to tear myself away.”

You glance down at the sleeping doe on your lap, and he feels his insides twist now that your eyes aren’t on him.

“I apologize if I’ve disturbed you,” he adds, hoping to encourage your attention back.

You hum faintly and brush your palm down the baby deer’s back. “You have not.”

This makes Harry’s mouth curl up into a giddy smile. “Then would you mind if I stay? Only for a moment? I feel quite at peace here.”

You regard him carefully. Inquiringly. “I would imagine an angel is quite often at peace.”

He considers this. “Peace is a privilege,” he finally replies gently. “And it is one that is often lost on me.”

This seems to surprise you, your lips parting delicately as Harry’s pulse begins to thump in his ears. “Then you may stay as long as you’d like.”

His grin doubles in size as he nods his appreciation. “Thank you.”

However, when he remains planted near the tall oak tree that sits beside the edge of the garden, you glance back over.

“Angel,” you call, and Harry’s entire chest caves in. “You’ll disturb me more if you hover like that.”

He hesitates, looking over the soft but hallowed grass only inches away. “Angels aren’t allowed inside The Garden.”

“Not unless invited,” you correct, and he straightens up. “And I am inviting you in.”

Still, Harry can’t make his feet move, despite the way his wings are desperate to carry him to you. Centuries worth of warnings and guidelines are attempting to remind him of his place, of his duty and his loyalty to the heavens. But that does nothing to dampen his urge to go forth and take.

“Angel,” you repeat with a glimmer in your eye. “Come.”

And that’s all it takes for his foot to instantly cross over into sacred ground.

The moment his wings pass through the invisible barrier, a forceful wind ripples across the garden. Echoing between the trees and the grass as the billowing of air sweeps from flower to flower. All the way to the other side.

You feel your eyes widen as you watch him approach. He’s hesitant but intrigued. And perhaps you know better than to invite him in, but your heart aches to provide the handsome figure a moment of serenity.

He studies every petal and vine as he walks through, wonderstruck by the enchanted orchard. He smiles brightly when a blue jay swoops down beside him, the small bird fluttering around his head a time or two before disappearing back into the branches.

And the angel laughs. A sound that resembles the moment a wave breaks against the shore. Loud and lively before it settles and softens.

“This is beautiful,” he says, and you nod.

“It represents serenity. A moment of calm before the next stage of life.”

You both look to the small creature in your lap, and the angel’s expression changes. “Are you saying hello…or goodbye?”

You smile gently, trailing your fingers down the sleeping fawn’s spine. “We are saying hello.”

Those clear, green eyes seem to sparkle at you as he grins. “Hello,” he repeats.

You nod again. “She’ll be sent down soon. The moment the sunlight disappears behind the mountains.”

The angel is intrigued, crouching down a few feet away as he studies the way you trail your palm over the soft coat. “Is it hard to let them go?”

“No,” you answer easily, smiling some. “They are meant to live. To flourish. To exist outside of this realm and give back to the earth what it has given to them.”

The garden falls quiet. You feel him watching you while you watch the creature in your lap. He seems to be wrestling against another question and you chuckle to yourself as the fawn awakes.

“Off you go,” you whisper quietly, helping the wobbling baby doe from your lap before it’s bounding toward the grass and disappearing out of sight.

Left alone with the quiet angel, you both stand and turn to each other. Now provided with a better glimpse of his large frame and sizable wings.

He straightens up under your inquisitive stare, feathers fluttering as the wind passes between you. “I appreciate you allowing me in,” he says tentatively. “I don’t mean to break your rules.”

“They are not my rules,” you correct, waving his apology away. “I believe that anyone who needs a moment of stillness should be given one.”

This seems to charm him. “And I believe you are the first and only fairy to think so.”

You grin. “Perhaps. But I’ve never understood the divide between angels and fairies. Both are providers of comfort and refuge. It seems silly to be at odds with each other.”

He hums, and you wonder if you’ve offended him. “I agree,” he says, and you feel your muscles unwind. “But the heavens have a different belief.”

“They believe that just because fairies were created by a different hand, we are not to be trusted," you snort beneath a quiet breath. "That we are all tricksters and supernatural entities unworthy of eternal salvation.”

“Are you?” His tone is playful, and you feel your smile return tenfold.

“I am a garden fairy,” you reply. “I tend to the trees and the animals. I don’t have time for tricks.”

His look of amusement seems to mirror your own.

“And you?” you ask next, gesturing toward him. “An angel without peace is like a heart without rhythm. Why do you come here when you know better?”

He takes a moment to consider his answer. “Truthfully, I don’t know,” he finally responds. “There was a pulling. On my soul. My wings. They led me here and I wasn’t quite sure why.”

“Well, have you found the peace you were looking for?”

His eyes meet yours. “I have.”

Another unspoken moment dances between you as your attention drifts toward the very plumage he displays so proudly.

You’ve seen angel wings before but never this close. Never when they were near enough to touch. Truth be told, you weren’t sure you’d ever get the chance, and you imagine the quiet angel can hear your heart racing.

But he’s smiling at the way you stare. Seemingly amused by your fascination and wide eyes as you watch the cream-colored feathers flutter against the wind.

“They’re…beautiful,” you admit softly, attention following the curves and dips of each row expanding from his back. “Are they heavy?”

“Not normally, no,” he tells you. “Only in times of great sorrow.”

Confused, you raise a curious brow.

His grin grows. “Each feather symbolizes that of someone I’ve watched over. And when they move on, a piece of their soul stays with me. It lives and it breathes, and it is.”

He steps closer and you feel your breath catch, awestruck by the way the large pennons begin to curl around his frame.

“When their soul is happy, the wings feel weightless,” he continues, a far-off look in his expression. “And when they’re sad, when they cry…my wings cry for them.”

There’s a pleasant sort of ache in your chest. “You’re a guardian angel.”

“I am.” His arm outstretches for you, palm to the sky as he silently requests your hand. “Here.”

Hesitantly but with great keenness, you oblige his instruction, sliding your fingers along his skin.

The moment the contact is made, you both seem to jolt. Magnetized by the feel of his flesh against your own. A stark contrast that’s somehow hauntingly familiar. Soothing in a sense. Destined.

He brings you closer, guiding the tips of your fingers to his wings. Ghosting them across the soft feathers as you suck in a quiet breath and feel the entire weight of the world on his back.

He holds you for only a moment before allowing you to travel the expanse of his wingspan on your own. Delicate strokes along the rows of quills that seem to bask in your touch.

“How do they feel?” he asks quietly, almost as if not to startle you.

Your lips roll into your mouth as you search for the right words. Or any word that could even begin to come close to describing such an ethereal sensation.

“Magical,” you finally say, and he smiles.

“Certainly no more magical than a fairy.”

Smirking to yourself, you lower toward the grass, and extend your hand. Your fingers dance above the blades momentarily before you make a quick snap of your wrist.

Instantly, a flower springs forth from the dirt. Sprouting up out of the soil in full bloom as the angel’s eyes widen.

You pluck it from its roots and straighten back up before offering him the small, dainty lily stem. He steps forward, allowing you to guide the flower behind his ear and tuck it between soft, chestnut curls.

“How do I look?” he asks.

You laugh. “Magical.”

He holds your giddy stare for a second longer before he murmurs, “You’re quite beautiful.”

A bit stunned, you smile, and wave the compliment away. “You must be standing too close.”

With a cheeky hum, the angel suddenly steps back, his wings now fluttering about the air until his feet lift from the ground.

Then, his feathers carry him a few hundred yards away before he lowers back down, studies you, and calls, “Nope. Still beautiful.”

Despite yourself, you laugh again. “You’re quite forward for an angel.”

“And you’re quite timid for a fae,” he retorts, returning to you as a rustle of wind sweeps through your hair. “I was expecting a bit more fearlessness.”

“I’m only fearless when I choose to be,” you tell him. “But I just met you. Why should I share all my secrets when I don’t even know your name?”

The handsome angel considers this before nodding and stepping up to you. “Harry,” he says quietly, as if the answer is reserved only for you. “They call me Harry.”

A stunning name for a stunning man, and you feel your pulse jump while it makes a home in your mind. “Harry,” you repeat, making him grin. “That’s quite pretty.”

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “And what do they call you?”

You lift one shoulder in a gentle shrug. “I suppose I don’t really have a name. Or at least I don’t have anybody to use it if I do.”

His eyes soften while he glances over the crown of delicate white flowers woven between the locks of your hair. “Then I will call you my Lily,” he decides, and there’s a new sort of blossoming in your chest. “If I may.”

You struggle against such merriment. “You may.”

“Good.” He seems equally as enchanted, and for the first time in almost a hundred years, you feel mesmerized by an angel. Then, his chin motions just behind you. “The sun is beginning to set.”

Turning, you find that it is, and your heart soars as you eagerly reach over and take his hand to drag him toward the middle of the garden.

It’s an action made without much forethought, the need to feel his skin against yours almost like instinct now.

For a moment, you both hesitate. Unsure of the presumptuous act until Harry squeezes your palm, and silently encourages you to lead him where you’d like to go.

You take him toward the middle of the meadow, just beside the calm stream of water.

There, you find the baby fawn. Standing curiously on the other side, waiting to bid you goodbye.

You and the angel come to a stop on the edge of the grass just as the sun is filtering between the trees. Casting a golden hue across the orchard and setting the secluded hollow aglow.

And just as the stars are beginning to take their place in the sky, the sweet doe meets your eye, and lifts its head.

You smile. “Goodbye, little one.”

Its left ear flicks before it turns on its heel, and leaps over the hill. Disappearing from sight as it’s carried into another realm.

Leaving The Garden behind.

Harry seems to hold his breath from beside you as he looks down. “And will it be okay?”

You lace your fingers with his and nod. “It will.”

Silence settles between the trees, between your hearts. It’s comfortable and it’s still and the faint sound of rustling leaves calms your racing pulse.

You look over and allow your attention to trail across his face. Taking note of each line, each edge, each crinkle. The shape of his lips, the slope of his nose, the curve of his jaw. The dimples in his cheeks and the dark hairs of his eyebrows.

He’s quite handsome. Alluring, in a sense, yet oddly safe. You imagine this was by design. To help those he protects, and comforts feel more at ease in his presence.

And while you’re looking at him, you notice he’s looking at you, too. Just as intently, with nothing but admiration. He studies the faint, golden sparkles that litter your skin. The way they glimmer beneath each drop of moonlight, a common feature amongst fairies.

You imagine this isn’t the first time he’s seen a fae’s enchanted flesh. But he indulges in the sight of you, nonetheless. Indulges in your magic.

Then, he steps forward, and you feel the air shift.

“May I confess something?” he whispers, and you sense his slight hesitation.

“Of course.”

With a deep inhale, he tentatively reaches out his hand and ghosts the tips of his fingers along your cheek. “…I feel an overwhelming urge to kiss you.”

Your lashes flutter while the insides of your stomach twist and turn into impervious knots. “Oh?”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Mhm. And I know that breaks…every rule in existence.”

“And then some,” you breathe, struggling against the desire to push yourself into his palm.

You wonder if this is part of the ruse. If perhaps you feel so enamored by him because that’s what a guardian angel does. It encourages you to feel more susceptible. Maybe this pull to him is nothing more than magic.

Still, it pulls you, nonetheless.

“I want to kiss you, Lily,” he murmurs, moving closer until the front of his chest just brushes against your own. “And I’m afraid I don’t quite know what to do now.”

And you know the admonitions. Know the rules, the history between angels and fairies. You know that his very presence in this garden is inviting trouble into paradise, and yet…you have no yearning to tell him to go.

Because you don’t want him to go. You don’t want him to take his hand from your cheek. You don’t want him to leave this sacred orchard at all, and even though every fiber of your being, every nerve-ending, and every cell in your body is desperately attempting to warn you…you push into his touch, anyway.

“I think…you should kiss me,” you finally say, grasping onto his wrist.

This answer surprises you both. Neither one of you understand it or have the knowledge to comprehend the repercussions.

All you know is right here, right now. His hand on your face, his lips much too close, and his aura. His effortless ability to make you feel like you’ve just come home.

His thumb follows the outline of your cheekbone. “Are you sure?”

You squeeze his arm a bit tighter and nod once. “I don’t see why not. What’s the worst that could happen?”

He grins – a wide, toothy grin – and you decide that it might be the most beautiful thing in this whole garden. “What a fearless way of looking at it.”

With that, he kisses you. Presses his lips to yours and takes each strained breath from your lungs.

It’s hesitant and it’s unsure and it’s perfect. A moment in time meant just for the two of you, here beneath the large willow tree and the pale light of the moon.

Eventually, he pulls back, but he keeps himself close. His mouth moving to your cheek while your eyes fall shut.

And you drink him in. His scent, his skin. Memorizing each inch of the angel in your arms as you ask yourself what you did to deserve such wonder.

“I’m afraid I have to go,” he says. But it’s heavy, the way he speaks. “If I don’t return soon, they’ll come looking.”

You nod your understanding and swallow the lump in your throat. “Go,” you whisper. “You have souls to protect.”

This makes him chuckle before a wounded look of remorse settles on his expression, the palm of his hand slipping around the back of your neck.

He dips down to rest his forehead against yours, almost as though looking for balance. Stability amidst a sea of uncertainty, and you’re more than happy to offer it to him.

“My Lily,” he exhales, and the sound of your name on his tongue sends a shiver down your spine. “I am so glad my wings brought me to you.”

Smiling, you nuzzle the tip of your nose against his.

“May they bring you back again.”

The next parts will be all the angst and turmoil and fluff and smut, I swear, I just had to do the background first HAHAHA WE ARE THROWING ALL THE TROPES INTO ONE POT AND COOKIN' BABY!

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sweetenerobert · 3 months

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keep fuckin’ quiet

1.1k / dbf!joel miller x male reader

summary: you can’t keep quiet, joel has to find ways to keep you silent

warnings: +18 MINORS DNI, pwp, age gap (22/40s) sex in a bathroom, slight suffocation (joel covers your mouth from moaning) dbf!joel, daddy!kink, kissing, creampie, joel has a dirty mouth, spanking,

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You noticed beads of sweat from the man behind you, littering his forehead through your squinted eyes. Hands planted hard and rough on your bare hips. You were bearing your teeth in an attempt to keep quiet. Your dad was just a few feet from the bathroom, and any sudden noise would distract him from the TV.

The pseudo-uncle whom you’ve known your entire life was fucking the daylights out of you; keeping your hands to yourself around him was hard; you were eager to know what rested under the extra cloth in his jeans that rested where his cock lay. He was hesitant, but even paper folds with enough pressure pressed.

“Ya’ fuckin’ got what you wanted? You like this big dick deep in you son?”

“Yes! Oh, I love it so much,” You whined.

Joel was trying his best to fuck you as soft as his hips drew closer to you with each thrust, but he wanted to see you squirm under each thrust, tried to stretch you out, and leave a mark on you that he never wanted to forget. But he couldn't do that with each thrust as heavy breathes and light moans were escaping with each push of his cock.

“Keep quiet, son. Your pop’s is right outside.”

“I can't help it, Joel. You're so fuckin’ big.”

A light smack came across your ass but still caused you to wince and your ass to sting. “No cursing, son. I shouldn't have to punish my good boy.”

“Punish me, daddy! Teach me a lesson!”

“You asked for it, son, but keep fuckin’ quiet, or I’ll pull my cock out of that tight pussy of yours.”

Joel’s hips have a mind of their own as his cock jackhammers deeper in your ass, thighs clapping against your ass. The volume of your moans starts to elevate as Joel keeps hitting your G-spot.

“Shut y’mouth, son,” Joel grunted. “Y’want your dad to hear us?”

“N-no! I love your cock so much.”

“Such a dirty whore, y’gonna be daddy’s good little whore?”

Joel’s forearm wrapped around your neck, and you felt his chest on your back; hearing your dad’s best friend call you a whore made your cock twitch and made you want to cum. Your hands grab the sink, bending the material under you as you feel Joel stretch you out.

“Y’look so fuckin’ addicted from my cock, son. Look at yourself.” You complied with Joel’s command and looked at yourself. You saw a beast behind you; it wasn't Joel anymore who was behind you; he seemed unrecognizable. His eyes darken, his teeth bared, his grunts in your ear. Joel was becoming an animal in heat, and you were the reason why.

Focusing your eyes back down at the sink, you suddenly feel your chin grabbed and forced to look back at the small mirror and see you and Joel again. “What do ya think you're doin’? Y’wanted this cock so bad, I’ll make sure y’have it.” Joel’s lips press up against your ear, and his mustache and beard tickle the curves of your ear, causing shivers to crawl all over your spine.

The man before you, hips’ kept pushing deeper, and his pace was picking up with each thrust. Slight moans keep leaving your mouth, and you can't help but feel how Joel makes your body go into overdrive.

He couldn't compare to the guys you’ve been with in the past; Joel knew what he was doing to leave a mark on you. He knew how to pleasure a partner, and you were glad that you got to experience what it was like. Your hands rested on Joel’s thighs to help soften his thrusts, up to no avail.

“Son, y’getting too loud again.”

Ignoring Joel, moans kept slipping through your teeth; even with Joel’s firm but not tight grip on your throat, Moans kept leaping out of your mouth. Suddenly, Joel plants his hands over your mouth to help muffle your moans.

Heavy breaths were replaced but covered your moans. Each moan was replaced with a heavy breath covered with a groan or cry that Joel’s cock gave to you. His pace wouldn’t stop, and your moans wouldn’t stop shooting from your mouth.

The floor creaked from outside the bathroom; you both couldn’t tell if it was the house settling or your dad outside, but whatever it was, it made an unsettling feeling crawl up Joel’s body. The cries escaping your mouth through his thick fingers made Joel make a rash decision.

Lightly pulling on your chin, causing you to bend backward to look up at Joel. Quickly moving his hand from your mouth — a groan escapes your lips; Joel’s plump lips connect to your soft ones. They didn't block out the cries escaping you, but they suppressed them the best they could.

Joel’s hands were on your neck, not tight, but to balance your head. Eyes shut on both you and Joel as you gripped his arms. You felt your hair pressed on Joel’s flannel-covered chest; with each thrust, you could feel Joel’s heart bump against your head. A line of precum was escaping the hardened tip of your cock; it was hurting not to cum, but kissing Joel helped suppress that hurt feeling.

Feeling Joel back away from your lips, you open your eyes to look at him, an upside-down sneer on his face as your vision fixes from the darkness it was in moments ago.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby. I’m gonna cum; you want me to —”

“Gimme your cum, Joel. I want it all.”

Planting his lips back on yours, each of Joel’s thrusts started to become animal-like; he became the animal in the heat with each thrust and push; you could feel Joel’s cock twitch inside you. He was about to explode with each thrust of pleasure he gave you.

Removing one of your hands from Joel’s arms, you grip the shaft of your cock and start to stroke yourself. The buildup of cum from your base slowly began to rise as you felt it slowly crawl the shaft.

“Fuck, baby. I’gonna cum,” Joel grunted in your mouth.

“Me too, Joel.”

With a few pushes, a groan escapes Joel’s lips as you feel his warm cum swim inside you. As Joel was cumming, lines of cum escaped your pained mushroom tip. Your dick started to go flaccid in your palm as you heard the squelch from your ass as Joel slipped his cock out of you.

But his lips didn't move from your mouth; as your body turned, Joel’s lips stayed on yours. Your body pressed up behind the sink when your nails were trying to dig into it earlier. His rough hands on your waist as your hands find his face, his coarse but soft beard in your hands.

The electricity in the kiss died down as Joel rested his forehead against yours, noses intertwining together as you both just enjoyed each other.

“T’was the best fuck I ever had.”

“Best fuck for me, ever.”

“Thank, angel.”

“No problem, Joel.”

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sunnyside-sunset · 4 months

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parrotduo but spy x family are you listening to me platonic marriage to keep up appearances but the marriage is built upon mutual trust and understanding and adoration for their adopted kid and also despite all their secrets they somehow have one of the healthiest dynamics ive ever seen can anybody hear me hello is this thing on testing testing hello im going insane on my own over here

#qsmp #parrotduo #qsmp jaiden #qsmp roier #qsmp bobby #spy x family #make richas damien (PLATONIC ISTG) and cellbit damiens dad #guapoduo forbidden romance parrotduo platonic marriage can anyone hear me #i would flesh this out more and write it myself but i dont have the motivation #i just want an au where jaiden and roier get be badasses but also be a domestic family is that so much to ask #me when i think about au’s for my cubitos because theyre GONE and bobby is DEAD and my world is DARK AND EVIL #forgot to mention roier is loid jaiden is yor bobby is anya idk who becky would be #probably tilín

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strlingsav · 4 months

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Forbidden: One

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x OC!Princess Eira of England and Wales.

— Medieval AU: The King assigns his most formidable knight, Sir Simon, to his daughter's protection.

1523 - England

A firm knock against the heavy walnut of her chamber door caught her attention. She sucked in a deep breath, already suspicious of the visitor and what exactly was to follow.

She'd heard the low mutterings of the court that followed her every footstep. Whether it be her ladies or chambermaids, the gossip passed through the palace like a wildfire. In an instant all knowledge was common and discretion was used only in her presence- though sometimes not at all.

She was used to it, to the malignity and talebearing of her father's court. For over two decades, she'd experienced the most undesirable side of belonging to her family; the loneliness.

She kept mostly to herself. Aside from her closest confidants, her ladies, all other members of court were kept at an arm's reach. She bided her time with long-lived hobbies; though she longed for connection. Someone to take away the burden of secrecy and isolation. To share in the weight that lie over her shoulders and face the scrutiny of the people with her.

Though she knew eventually she'd be forced to marry, her father had likely hastened the inevitable. She'd been stalked by rumours and whispers at every turn, quiet giggles of chambermaids and the barking laughter of the kitchen staff. Her father had, unbeknownst to her, chosen a husband for her, and it had been biting at her heels for the last week. It was only a matter of time for Eira to hear it herself.

She spun to face her visitor; a tall, sinewy woman who knew Eira well. Nearly raised Eira after her mother passed during childbirth. Her hands were clasped together over her emerald gown, eyes poring into Eira's as she smiled softly in greeting.

"The King wishes to see you," She said. "In the throne room."

Eira blinked a few times. "Thank you, Gwendolyn."

Gwendolyn could sense her apprehension- the nerves beginning to tremble in Eira's hands, the furrow of her brow that pulled her face into a frown. She neared Eira, placing a delicate hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry," Gwendolyn smiled. "I'm sure he has good news to share."

Gwendolyn's fingers took a strand of charcoal hair between them, softly laying it over Eira's shoulder. She wished that the reassuring touch was enough to ease the discomfort in her gut, and the twitch in her muscles.

"I'm sure," Eira spoke softly, as if not entirely confident in her answer but still trying adamantly to convince herself.

"I'll wait for you in the throne room," Gwen said, moving quietly from her position.

Eira didn't respond. Her eyes peered up to find the green hills and stables across the castle courtyard. She knew disobeying her father could bring harsh consequences, though she desperately wanted to avoid the conversation for as long as possible.

Eira patiently waited for Gwen to disappear, seated at her desk, quill in hand. She'd made it a habit to document her life; entries that would bear no significance to anyone but her, and yet still, she hid it from prying eyes. It seemed that the castle walls could tell-all regardless.

She peered over her shoulder, listening for the heavy door to click shut. Her shoulders weakened, letting her posture slip as she hunched over her desk and finished her entry.

Her eyes lifted to the courtyard, and the green hills that were obscured by the stables. Spring had just arrived, rain nurturing the grass and wildflowers. The sky still hung low, grey and unexceptional as was usual for her homeland.

She pushed away from her desk, procrastinating the inevitable as she stood before the door. To her surprise, another knock resounded through her chambers.

She stepped forward, reaching out to take the brass handle as she prepared to face Gwendolyn's pitiful expression.

"I'll be right-"

Her sentence was cut short at the appearance of a tall- large, man before her. He was decorated in armour and chain mail, all but the helmet. She finally met his eyes; somber and dark, that appeared black in the dull morning sky through her windows.

He was young, likely around her age, and not of the usual appearance she expected of a Knight. Clean shaven, though he appeared disheveled with ruffled brunet hair. He had a crooked nose, hollowed cheeks and scarred lips. He looked like a fighter- like he'd seen many wars and would see a hundred more before his time was done.

"Lady Eira," A gruff voice announced.

She furrowed her brows, licking her lips before she spoke again.

"I'm sorry, I was expecting..." She trailed off, trying not to be distracted by his unwavering stare. "What is it?" She asked instead.

His presence alone was threatening. Uncomfortable and yet allured by his appearance; her face shifted to its resting state, not wanting to reveal her intrigue with the man.

His own breath caught in his throat at the sight of the Princess so close to him. He'd been assigned to meaningless posts since his knighting, though finally finding his place at the King's court meant meeting the Princess of fairytales and legends. He'd heard many things about her; some good, some bad, though he anticipated he'd find out for himself soon enough.

He hadn't expected her likeness to be so similar to that of paintings he'd seen. The black hair that curled down her back, ocean-like eyes peering up at him. She was pale; paler than most, though her cheeks reddened when she laid eyes on him.

"The King has requested your presence."

The deep, rough voice echoed through the room.

"I know," She replied. Her voice was far more meek than his own, and unnecessarily so.

The knight stirred for a moment, waiting awkwardly for her to finally budge from her spot.

"Why has he sent a knight to do the job of his guards?" Eira asked, tilting her head.

"I follow orders, m'Lady," He replied. "I don't question His Majesty."

Eira sighed. Her attempt at derailing the conversation had failed, and she was faced with yet another loyal subject dead-set on ensuring her arrival.

She glanced at her desk longingly, before nudging herself forward to attend her father's request. The knight kept himself at a distance, watching her as she strode through the castle.

The throne room was hardly full by the time she arrived. A few neighbouring Lords that had a vested interest in her father's court idled nearby. She approached her father, settled behind a large oak desk with men on either side of him, seemingly distracting him from the arrival of his daughter.

"Eira," He announced finally, his eyes falling to his daughter.

"Your Majesty," She curtsied, her gaze not lifting to his until she stood straight.

"You avoid me?" He asked- though he already knew the answer.

Gwen stood in the corner, her eyes studying the entire exchange with obvious discomfort.

"No, father. Forgive me," She said, bowing her head ever so slightly with a feigned look of remorse.

Her father waved his hand, dismissing the apology altogether. Standing from his desk, he gestured for an unfamiliar man to stand beside him. The two approached slowly, as if afraid to spook her into running off. Much like a wild horse waiting to be tamed.

"I ask you here with significant news," King John announced, his lips curling into a smile. He turned to the stranger, a hand on the pommel of his sword, then back to his daughter. "Lord Henry Smith of Hawick has travelled a long way to make your acquaintance."

Eira peered up at the stranger, now identified as Henry Smith. He was older, much older than herself. Ivy green eyes like that of an emerald, though he didn't attract her like a jewel would. Instead, she was uncomfortable. Wrinkles burrowed deep between his brows, a smile plagued by ill-intentions and perversion; he was spindly, without an ounce of fat to be seen.

Her brows furrowed, and her eyes shifted back to her father.

"An honour to meet you, My Lady," Henry said, bowing promptly.

"And you, m'Lord," She replied.

Henry straightened just as she did, a similar grin on his face as her father. His accent was Scottish; a land which her father had expressed interest in conquering. He'd been strategizing for years, waiting and watching for years, though the key to the land had conveniently arrived right on his doorstep.

"Lord Henry has asked for your hand in marriage, and I've agreed to his proposal."

Her heart seemingly dropped to her stomach; a wave of nausea sweeping through her. Her eyes glanced over at Henry again- his smile irrefutably smug and prideful, as though he'd won something.

"Oh," she breathed, feigning an enthusiastic smile. "How wonderful."

"I very much look forward to being your husband." He reached for her hand, bulging knuckles and clammy palms taking hold of it. "The children you bear me will usher in the prosperous future to come between our countries," Henry said, placing a kiss on her knuckles.

Eira fought the urge to pull her hand from his grip, and instead froze in her place until he'd finished. She felt sick.

"We will make arrangements for the ceremony, though it won't be for a few months. Henry must return to Scotland." Her father said, nodding in understanding with Henry.

"I look forward to your return, My Lord," Eira said, falling to a curtsy. "Is there anything more, father?" She asked, eyes brimming with tears. She swallowed harshly, blinking quickly as she urged the tears to disperse.

He dismissed her, turning his back to discuss the current state of affairs with the present company.

Eira scrambled to keep herself composed as she left the throne room, her thoughts mangled while she tried to fight the disappointment clawing at her throat. She managed to fight her way up the stone stairs, falling to her ottoman as she stepped in her room.

Gwendolyn wasn't far behind, calling out as discretely as possible for Eira as she disappeared before her. Gwendolyn finally came upon her; an emotionless expression as Eira stared ahead at her family's tapestry on the wall. The intertwining antlers and crossed swords stared back at her, with all defiance and ferocity; Eira inhaled decidedly: she would not succumb to her chosen fate.

#historical romance #cod mw2 #simon riley #ghost x reader #cod mwii #mwii #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost smut #simon riley smut #strlingsavwrites #historical AU #forbidden series

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happypopcornprincess · 3 months

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Tangled Fates

Part 2

A Phaya x Tharn fic about their past life as Sapuna and Wansarut.

GIF by @25shadesoffebruary || Original Post by creator is here

a/n - As a desi, this series has captured my heart with the mythology and storytelling! So I wrote this fic as I believe this backstory was one of the best in BL! This happens right after Sapuna is saved by Wansarut and left on the riverside. All of this is my imagination this is not from the book as i haven't read it yet. A lot of this is inspired from indian and thai mythological stories that my grandparents would tell me (shakuntala, nala-damyanti, radha-krishna, etc)Some terms might be difficult to understand so I have underlined them and provided a guide at the end for them.

The Sign series spoilers ahead!

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Leaning back on the tree bark under the night sky, Sapuna winced as he tried to calm down. He took shallow breaths while pain coursed through his body. Within a single day, he had been bitten by Prince Chalothorn, thrown from the skies, almost died from Naga venom, and saved by a Nagini.

He was experiencing the after effects of detoxification. His eyesight was weakened, he couldn’t see the infinite like he used to. Is this what human vision is like? How do they manage to live like this?

He closed his eyes in frustration, trying to get some rest so he could gain strength to go back to the battlefield. He was worried that his brothers and sisters were searching for him. But the image of Prince Chalothorn flying towards his army in his serpent form worried him more. He wasn’t even in Garuda Lok. Everywhere he looked he found huge trees and dense forests. The shallow river on whose bank he sat was clear and cold, he craved for the warmth that was native to his kingdom.

This was Naga Lok, or somewhere near it. Nagas were territorial. They would never wander far from their home.

The Nagini earlier was proof of it.

“You will not be safe here.” Her eyebrows scrunched, she gazed at him with a blend of curiosity and caution.

“And why should I believe you?” Garuda retaliated with anger, looking at her legs that were still in the water, her territory, ready to run in case he attacked.

“I extracted all the venom but I can’t help with the after effects. You should return to your kingdom and let the vaidyas heal you.” She pleaded, looking around. “You will be killed if you stay here.”

The Lady turned away from him to face the water, and he flinched in habit when she turned into a serpent and dived into the water.

Did she go away to warn him? Will she be back? Why did she help him?

He could now hear the rumble in his stomach as if it were the roar of a lion. He remembered the lavish banquet he had shared with his clan before the war. In spite of his best efforts, Sapuna couldn't help but think about the delicacies he had been served just a day earlier.

Another sound echoed through the forest at the moment, the simmering sound of bangles. Sapuna sat up abruptly, on alert. He looked around but saw no one.

Was the Nagini back to finish me off?

Something brushed against his hand. Without his divine vision it took him a while to see what was in front of him in the moonlight.

It was a lotus leaf filled with berries, fruits, and edible flowers from the wild. His hunger only grew as he smelled the freshly picked mangoes, and throwing all caution to the wind, he dived in. Halfway through, his eyes caught a movement in the water.

He lifted his head to see a blur of green and gold; the same as the Nagini's clothes.

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The sound of Wansarut’s bangles echoed through the plains as she picked the fruit. She chose the mangoes carefully for the injured Garuda. She saw how he ate the mangoes happily yesterday, they seemed to be of his liking. What do Garudas eat anyway? She has heard about them eating serpents since she was young. It sent a shiver down her spine. She will simply leave the food like she did yesterday and won’t talk to him. The quicker his health improves, the sooner he will leave.

She gained her composure, and took off her anklets and bangles and kept them by the riverside. She almost got caught yesterday. She saw a fawn and its mother drinking water by her side. Smiling, she said in their tongue, "Keep them safe for me now, will you?” The fawn nodded, standing guard over her jewels with its tiny form.

She got into the water, smiling back at the fawn. Spending time with wild animals in this forest has always been her joy. This place was the divide between Naga Lok and the human world, a place she accidentally stumbled upon while wandering in the woods. It felt like a hidden haven, known only to her; a sanctuary where she felt safe.

She surfaced by the bank where she had left the Garuda, quietly approaching the tree where he had fallen. There, she delicately placed the lotus leaf, ready to run away the second she placed it on the ground.

"Why are you here?"

Wansarut screamed as the heavy voice echoed behind her, causing the food to fly from her hands and land on the ground. Startled, she turned to find the Garuda staring at her with an unpleasant expression. Although color had returned to his skin, and he no longer appeared pale, his armor was still stained with blood. Other than that, he seemed to be in good health.

“Do you often save your enemies and treat them with mangoes?" Sapuna inquired, a strange sensation in his chest as he observed her green attire and flowing hair.

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"Do you make a habit of lurking in the shadows to frighten others?" the Nagini screamed once more, eyeing the scattered food on the ground.

His gaze remained steady as she gathered the fallen fruits, placing them on a lotus leaf and gently allowing the stream to cleanse the mud. Garuda found himself unable to look away, his attention fixed on her delicate wrists and the fluidity of her hands in the water, reminiscent of the mudras of Kohn.

Sapuna snapped back to reality. "Why are you here again?" he asked, approaching her as she handed him the food.

"Because I want you gone," she declared, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

"Is this a farewell lunch, then?" he inquired, taking a seat under the tree where he had fallen. Diving into the mangoes, he saw the Nagini looking at him, puzzled.

"You need to regain your strength to fly. Mangoes help," she explained, turning to leave. "I hope you leave this place by tomorrow."

Sapuna quickly swallowed his food and shouted, "Wait." She halted, looking back at him, one foot in the water and the other on the stones near the bank.

"Thank you. The Garudas will never forget your kindness and hospitality," he expressed.

The Nagini locked eyes with him. "I hope you don't forget to repay me." Sapuna recalled her asking for this war to end, for peace among her kind and his.

“I will do what I can," Sapuna replied.

The Nagini nods, stepping into the water to go away when the Garuda shouts again, “What is your name?”

She pauses yet again, but doesn’t turn.

"Wansarut." After saying so, she shifts into her Nagini form and dives into the water.

“Wansarut.” Sapuna smiles, whispering her name as he looked at the half-eaten food with a smile on his face.

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Sleep didn’t come easy for Wansarut that night. The image of the Garuda's face lingered in her thoughts.

There was an unusual aura about him; something she had never witnessed before. His presence seemed to glow, and his features were perfectly sculpted. In his human form, he could easily be mistaken for a heavenly demigod. Truly divine.

She thought about the possibilities if he was a Naga like her. She could have asked him for courtship. They could have had the blessings from the elders and…

Wansarut sat up, shaking her head to dispel the fantasy.

He was a Garuda, her enemy. She could be in grave danger if discovered that she helped a Garuda. She didn’t even know his name and she wanted to do what? Ask him to court her? Love her?

Attempting to push these thoughts aside, she tried to sleep, resisting the image of him standing by the stream where he fell, waiting for her.

But she made a firm decision - she wouldn't go back. It wasn't just for her safety but for his as well.

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More to come soon...

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Guide

Sapuna - Phaya's name in past life as a Garuda

Wansarut - Tharn's name in past life as a Nagini

Naga - A creature from Hindu and Thai mythology who has magical powers and can shapeshift into a Serpant

Nagini - Females of Naga clan.

Garuda Lok - The realm of Lord Garuda

Naga Lok - Realm of the Nagas

Vaidyas - healers

Smiling, she said in their tongue - Naginis have magical abilities to talk in any language (be it human or animals)

Mudras of Khon - Khon is a classical dance in thailand and mudras are different types of hand movements in classical dances like odissi, khon, bharatnatyam, manipuri etc.

#the sign the series #fic #the sign bl #bl drama #bl series #thai bl #thai drama #phaya x tharn #phayatharn #au fanfiction #thai series #asianlgbtqdramas #bl fanfic #happypopcornprincess writes #forbidden romance

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windwheeler-aster · 1 year

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caught in the act

summary: you and your secret lover, whom you’re sworn to protect, are discovered in the middle of a scandalous position

masterlist

pairings (separate): capitano, arlecchino, and dottore x reader

reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), is a soldier for the characters mentioned, and reader is not traveler

word count: 1281 words~ per section (4 mins~ per section)

genre: romance, Royal AU, forbidden romance, suggestive

format: headcanons and blurbs

warnings: unbalanced power dynamics (ruler x soldier), suggestive themes and dialogue, arlecchino threatening some guards, and being caught in the middle of something spicy

a/n: tbh idk where this came from (i do. it is my capitano brain worm and royal AU brain worm’s combined efforts to make my life misrable). i really enjoyed writing some suggestive stuff, but it’s been a long while so i apologize if it’s rusty and stuff. i hope you enjoy it, regardless :)

capitano is more than capable of defending himself, but he still insists on keeping you as his personal bodyguard

it’s not at all because of his blatant favoritism for a soldier who had steadily risen throughout the ranks over the course of their career in the name of his protection. no, not at all

and it’s certainly not because the rooms of the castle feel less cold and lonely with you by his side

or how by entrusting you to be by his side for his every waking moment, capitano ensures that you’re safe. no, not at all

and in the eyes of the public, capitano and his bodyguard barely speak a word to each other. the relationship between the two is strictly professional, nothing more and nothing less

but behind closed doors? an entirely different story

he murmurs sweet nothings into your ears as he embraces you, his chest rumbling from deep within as he chuckles at your whines and gentle protests

capitano is a gentle and sweet lover, who admires you more with each passing day and would do anything for you

and those moments behind closed doors or scheduled hallways are always special to you both, memories that you’ll always treasure

until one of capitano’s servants walks in on you and him in a... compromising position

You held Capitano’s strong, capable gloved hands in yours, caressing his muscular knuckles gently. You peered up into the helm of darkness that hid his eyes from your view. But deep within your heart, you knew they shared the same sparkle of desire as yours. So, you smiled up at him and slowly fell back onto the bed that was behind you two, bringing him with you.

His bed bounced as you two found settled into the mattress, but it continued to jiggle as Capitano discarded his helmet and began to remove some of his clothing. You followed suit, tossing aside some layers as you pushed your lips up to meet his. He grinned into the kiss, taking it as a queue to hurry and disrobe himself fully.

But just as he took off his tight shirt, there was a swift knock at his door. You both froze, inches apart from each other, half naked, and staring at the two grand doors to Capitano’s chambers. Your heart beat continued to beat faster, but more so from fear than from the excitement before. Capitano and you waited for a beat, nearly forgetting to breathe. Then another moment passed, and then another. You both exhaled, thankful that whomever was at the door had left.

Or that’s what you thought before the doors were pushed open, and the head of a measly servant poked into the chambers. They stared down at their clipboard, pushing up their speckles as they did so, scanning the list of items they had before them.

“My lord, pardon the intrusion but I was just—” they looked up and gasped. “Dear heavens! M-my lord, p-please forgive me for—”

“Get out,” Capitano snarled, blocking his body to protect yours from the servant’s sight.

“Yes, right away, lord Capitano!”

And with that, they scurried out of the room, shutting the doors behind them just as quickly. You both heard the servant’s heavy breaths from outside the door, and then their footsteps as they made their way down the hallway.

Capitano glared at the door for another moment before turning to you, his gaze instantly softening. “Are you alright?”

You blinked, your throat tight and your skin feeling like it was set ablaze. Nothing about what just happened was alright. You and Capitano were in the middle of an intimate moment, one between the Lord of the castle and his lover, his bodyguard. You were mortified and anxious beyond means about what was next.

“No,” you told him. “N-no, I’m not alright.”

Capitano bent down and pressed a kiss to your temple. He then wrapped his big, strong arms around you to cradle you against his chest. One of his hands, now ungloved, made its way up and down your back, very slowly.

“It’s going to be alright,” he promised. “I’ll talk with them, alright? No one will find out about this, and we can—”

“B-but… but I don’t want to hide us anymore.”

Capitano paused and looked at you, his brows raised dramatically. “Really?”

You nodded. “It’s painful, love, to see you being flirted with every day in court. Or to hear the nasty rumors about us as we patrol the halls together. Rumors of us being nothing more than just two depraved and shameless individuals who unspeakable things behind closed doors. ” You shuddered. “It makes me feel bad.”

“But they’re true, aren’t they?” he chuckled, placing a quick in the space between where your jawline begins and your ear lobe ends.

You scowled at him. “That’s not the point.”

“Sorry, I couldn't resist teasing you,” Capitano snickered into your skin. “But I understand what you mean, dear. It’s quite… tiring to listen to those rumors and suffer through those attempts at flirtations,” he sighed. But then he turned to you and smiled, softly. “So I am more than content with being truthful about our relationship, love. Our love for each other will never be a secret, starting today.”

You kissed him, happiness effectively consuming you. But once you broke away, you frowned. “It’s a shame that the way our relationship was discovered was… well, like that. I wish it were more romantic.”

Capitano chuckled and kissed you again. “Well, if you ask me, darling, every time we make love is quite romantic.” He looked at you and smirked. “Though, I’m more than willing to… ‘let go’, if you will, and make it more carnally driven. Would you like that, darling?”

arlecchino is more than able to defend herself

in the past, she’s refused any and all offers of a personal bodyguard from her royal court

until you came along, just a new recruit when it came to the life inside the castle, guarding the lady arlecchino

the moment she spotted you, arlecchino knew she couldn’t have you out of her sights. what if something happened to her precious soldier? or worse, someone snatched you up and put a pretty ring on your finger before she could

she just could not stand the possibility of that happening, not one bit

so, she put the idea of you as a personal bodyguard into the court’s heads. and, soon enough, your name and file was presented to her when the court offered more candidates for her protection

a while after your promotion, the lines between professional and unprofessional blurs as you began your secret courtship with the lady

and a secret it is! arlecchino goes above and beyond to ensure your relationship isn’t known

well, that is until one evening where you were escorting arlecchino from a feast. which, directly after leaving, she pinned you into a nearby corner after

which is exactly the position two patrolling guards found you two in, with gaped mouths as they saw arlechino’s lips on your neck, glaring daggers at them

One moment, you were saying goodbye to Arlecchino’s guests on her behalf as you escorted her out of the chamber. Her arm was slung around your shoulder, and the lady of the castle was bold enough to lean into you. Luckily, everyone seemed too cup-shotten to bat an eye at the sight. Still, you waved goodbye and shuffled along with Lady Arlecchino on your shoulder.

And then just as the doors to the main hall are closed, Arlecchino snaps out of her drowsy state. She grabs you by the wrist and leads you around the corner, quickly pinning you to the wall. Your breath hitches as you look into her eyes, the red ‘x’ shape in each boring into you. Her lips were pressed into a tight line, and her breathing deepened as a blush spread over her lovely face.

“Want you,” she slurred out, her eyes tracing the outline of your lips. “I want you so bad, dove.”

“Arlecchino, we’re out in the open,” you hissed, craning your neck to look over Arlecchino’s shoulders.

“That didn’t stop us before,” she chuckled into your skin, now pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. But they were more like pecks than kisses, leaving you with the desire for more.

“Anyone can see us.”

“So?” Arlecchino lips pulled back into a mischievous grin. “Maybe I want them to see.”

You looked into her eyes once more, your cheeks set ablaze. Your whole body felt hot, and you felt a wave of excitement— or maybe arousal— course through you. Finally, you relaxed under Arlecchino’s eyes and let her descend upon your neck.

She nibbled on your neck and you gasped. “Arlecchino!”

She cooed at you in response, kissing over the harsh mark she bit into your neck. “Need to show them all you’re mine, darling. Please, keep quiet.”

“No, Arlecchino—”

She pulled up from your neck and frowned. “What is it, darling? Do you wish to stop?”

“No,” you breathed out. But then you caught something in the corner of your eye and said, “But—”

“Hm, good,” the lady practically purred. “Now, where were we, my love?”

Something clattered to the ground behind you two, which made Arlecchino snap around and put her back to your chest. Both her chest and yours heaved and swelled as you took in the surroundings, preparing for some clumsy attack.

But instead, your eyes find a pair of guards on patrol. Their mouths were agape, and one of them had very clearly dropped their shield to the ground in surprise.

“L-lady Arlecchino,” one stuttered. “What are you—”

“Can’t you see we’re a little bit busy?” Arlecchino nearly snarled, lifting herself up to her full height, easily towering over the two guards. You couldn’t help but nearly moan at the intimidating sight.

The two guards looked at Lady Arlecchino, then at you, and then at themselves. A silent conversation seemed to pass between them both, as they both gave her a stuttered nod.

“Sorry ma’am,” one murmured as they bent down to pick up their shield.

Their partner grabbed them by the elbow and dragged them further down the corridor. “Have a nice evening, Lady Arlecchino.”

You both waited a moment, listening intently to the bickering voices that drifted down the hall. Once they had gone far enough, Arlecchino’s shoulders came back down and she heaved a heavy sigh.

“These are the people I’m hiring?” she asked herself. Then, Arlecchino looked over her shoulder and smiled warmly at you. “Sorry you had to see that, my dear.”

You couldn’t help but smile back at her. “It’s fine, love. Though, aren’t you a bit worried that those guards will go blabber about seeing us make out in the hallway?”

Arlecchino shrugged. “It was going to get out sooner or later, so I don’t think it really matters. But are you worried, darling?” she took your hands into hers. “Because if you are, I can call those idiots back here and—”

“No, that’s not necessary,” you say quickly.

“Ah, alright then,” she smiled. “Now, would you like to continue this or…?”

You answered Arlecchino’s question by initiating a passionate kiss, your hands and hers breaking apart to roam around each other.

“Hm, very good, darling,” she mumbled against your lips. “Now, let’s carry this to my chambers before someone catches us doing more than just making out.”

dottore didn’t hire you for his protection

although he’ll never admit it, the real reason he hired you was because he was lonely

being cooped up in a lab all day with clones drives dottore mad, so it’s only fair that he at least gets someone new to look at

though, you serve as dottore’s lab assistant more than his bodyguard

which is fine to dottore. to be honest, he though you served up your usefulness on the first day

but he was glad to be proven wrong, thankfully

and dottore won’t lie that seeing your face all day brings a comfort to him

but between all the accidental touches and longing stares, something was bound to finally happened between you two

so it shouldn’t be so surprising that you and dottore have abandoned a professional relationship and moved on to romance and passion

what is surprising is the fact that you two had managed to keep a secret for so long

but of course, just when you and dottore had thrown caution out the window and indulged in one another, dottore’s physician decides to finally check in on his lord

which leads to the physician discovering you and dottore in a very scandalous position

but to be honest, dottore only gets mad because your time together was interrupted. he couldn’t really care if the physician saw you two together

dottore is more than relieved that he no longer has to pretend there isn’t something between you two... it would jus tbe nice if his physician picked up his jaw and left already

“My dear assistant,” he murmured from beside you. “Can you look at me for a moment?”

You smiled. “Of course, my love. Though, I would prefer it if you addressed me by—” you stopped, the breath sucked out of you when you noticed just how close Dottore was to you.

You stood before Dottore as he analyzed your face. His eyes darted from one spot to the next, memorizing each detail he couldn’t see before. But his eyes paused on your lips, over and over, and he can’t help but part his own.

He smirked. “Just as I thought.”

“What?” you asked, snapping out of your fluster.

“I had my suspicions for a while,” Dottore began, “but after a brief examination, I’m afraid that it’s true.”

“And what’s that?” you challenged.

“Oh, just that you’re completely enamored by me,” Dottore said, a cocky grin pulling his lips to the side. “And, luckily for you, I have just the cure.”

And before you knew it, Dottore had coaxed you onto his table. He had brushed everything to the side, ignoring the sounds of the stacks of papers falling and glass breaking. Dottore’s lips chased yours as he kissed you over and over, his hands roaming your thighs as he sandwiches his pelvis between them. He was desperate for you, and you couldn’t help but be just as desperate.

Your hands made their way into his blue hair and Dottore hips stuttered, pulling out a soft gasp from you. One glance down and you were greeted with a familiar sight, which earned a chuckle from you. But before you could tease him, he grabbed your hips and slowly guided you towards him. Your breath hitched as your pelvis grazed over his and Dottore laughed at your reaction.

“Oh, look at you,” he cooed. “Already so desperate for me, hm? You’re practically drooling, dear.”

Your cheeks burned, but you managed to snap back at him. “You act like you’re not as desperate, Dottore.”

His chest rumbled with a deep chuckle from within. “My, you’re already talking back to me?” He smiled and leaned close to you. “Isn’t it a little early for you to be so bratty?”

But before you could reply with a carefully crafted retort, the familiar creak of the lab’s door interrupted you.

You whipped your head over and saw Dottore’s physician by the door. You froze, while Dottore simply looked over his shoulder, very much annoyed.

His mouth hung open as he took in the sight of you and Dottore. He dropped his pen and clipboard in his shock, and made no move to pick them up. For a minute, you worried that the old man was experiencing a heart attack from the shock.

“I-I heard some glass breaking and came to check on y-you, Lord Dottore,” the physician’s eyes filtered over to you. Instinctively, you leaned away from his sight so you hid behind Dottore, slightly. “Are you alright, my Lord?”

“Well, if you couldn’t see already, we’re perfectly alright,” he replied.

“Are you sure, my—”

Dottore nearly snarled. “Yes, I’m very sure. Now, please, leave.”

With that, the physician picked up his things, shut the door, and scurried down the hall.

Dottore sighed, “Idiots. I work with idiots,” he caught your eye and smiled. “But not you. Now, where were we?”

“But are you not… bothered, at all? The physician just saw us together and… well, you know,” you said, embarrassment coursing through you.

Dottore frowned. “Darling, if you’re worried about my reputation; don’t be. I consider it a great honor to be your lover, and I could care less about what others think,” he looked at you again, and smiled warmly. “Now, would you like to continue what we started?”

You nodded.

“Words, love.”

“Yes.”

“Excellent,” Dottore leaned over and resumed pressing kissed into your neck. “And my dear, don’t worry about being quiet. The whole castle will know about us by the time I’m done with you anyway, so there’s no reason to hide your pleasure.”

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Running Free

Me and the glitches on my discord have been obsessing over Izuku today, and it reminded me that THIS scene exists. So here!! So that you can all know why I love him so much. This is part of a FINISHED fic on AO3 under the name "Running Free" by me, Glitch1d. I hope you love it<3

You and Midoriya escape the Todoroki Kingdom and find yourself in a cabin. Somethings have to be said, but in the end of it. Your both run aways, free to do whatever you want now. And damn, does the fire look hot right now.

Reminder. Reader is AFAB.

Note: Enemies to lovers. Izuku is a human, reader is a dragon (Draikana). HumanxMonster-ish. Please note: FANTASY AU

WARNING: SMUT (Which includes, spit, sucking, vaginal penetration, mxf, biting, licking, scratching, Izuku being pussy drunk, Y/N being nasty, slight degradation, begging, BREEEDING -obviously, this is a GLITCH1D fic. You know what's on here) Words: 6,4k

The stars shone down on the two of you as you both slowly made your way through the forest. You had both crossed over the border of the Todoroki Kingdom, nearly two days ago. It was a long journey trying to get into unclaimed lands far enough that you both knew that you would be safe for a while. The unclaimed lands weren’t as safe as the kingdoms were. Without having any form of official governance, it was often filled with bandits, bounty hunters, monsters and misfits. However, having such a variety of people, meant that there was a level of understanding amongst all that sought a new start there.

It had been night for a long while, hours, and even though you had been conditioned to being away for long periods at a time, it still was strenuous after the day you just had. The storm had raged for those days of travelling. It only stopped, until just a few hours ago, ceased. Midoriya seemed on high alert the whole time. His head raised high as he kept your horse on the path, he wanted the stallion to go on. The two of you had barely spoken since you left the stables of the Todoroki Kingdom, and that was okay for the time being. Other than stopping for water and eating stored apples in the horse’s carry bag, the two of you didn’t talk at all. You were, however, worried about his shoulder that had gotten pierced by the arrow, but he seemed to be able to move easily even with the injury.

Midoriya pulled on the reigns for a moment as he looked to a specific tree. Even in the darkness he could identify what was carved on it. The letters ‘A.S & Y.H’. His shoulders lowered at knowing that the two of you were in the right place. He led the horse to the right past the tree. You didn’t question where he was leading you, as long as the two of you were safe.

Through the trees and bushes, you were both met with a cabin in the woods. There was no light coming from the cabin nor any signs of recent inhabitants. The garden seemed overgrown and the weeds just as wild. Midoriya once again pulled on the reigns, pulling the stallion to a stop. He easily got off the horse, before helping you down as well. He left the horse in your care as he made his way towards the cabin.

You turned your attention to the horse, petting the stallion affectionately. You gave the horse a smile. “Thank you.” You whispered to him. The stallion neighed, shaking his white hair as he flicked his hair at the affection. You smiled, petting down his head.

Midoriya had managed to find the path to the front door. He carefully looked for a potted plant. He found one on the ground. The poor thing was dead. The potted plant had what seemed to be a pair of goggles resting on the soil bed. Midoriya picked the old pair of yellow goggles up. They weighed more than they had to, which told him all he needed to know. He found a slit in the old yellow band and found a hidden key. He used the key for the door, throwing the goggles back to the potted plant. The door opened.

Midoriya sighed in relief. He opened the door fully, entering the cabin. There was a layer of dust around, but that wouldn’t be a problem. The two-room cabin was perfect. He saw the back door and used the same key to open it. The backdoor by the kitchen, led to the backyard where an old vegetable garden was. Sitting under the kitchen window at the back was a tarp covering something. Midoriya pulled it to the side revealing a stack of firewood. Perfect.

You had tied the horse near the front of the cabin, letting him rest and snack on grass while you followed Midoriya inside the cabin. You noticed the dust around and frowned. You decided to find a broom as you walked over to the kitchen part of the cabin. You grabbed the wooden staff of the broom, just as Midoriya walked back inside with small bits of wood to kindle a fire. You moved to start sweeping some of the dust out, as Midoriya crouched down by the unlit fireplace. You made sure to try and get as much dust in the main room as possible so that it would be easier to sleep in tonight.

Perking up at the sound of muttering, you turned to Midoriya who was staring at the fireplace, thinking of ways to light it on fire. You tilted your head in confusion before letting out a small giggle. You temporarily stopped your sweeping, putting the broom against the wall. You walked over to Midoriya who was crouched in front of the fireplace. You careful went onto your knees and took a deep breath. Midoriya was pulled out of his thoughts when he noticed the light that bloomed from your neck and chest as you sucked in a breath of air. Because of the dust, you released a small cough that resulted in smoke coming out of your lips.

You hit at your chest at the smoke and dust, before you felt your nose itch. Without a second to delay it, you sneezed, pushing you back down on your ass and lighting a fire on the small bits of wood in the fireplace. Midoriya had wide eyes at the sudden burst of flames that came from you. You sniffled as you rubbed at your nose.

He looked over at you before chuckling softly. “Well, that was convenient.”

You looked up at him still shaken from your sneeze. You looked towards the now dimly lit fireplace. You perked up in pride of yourself, but still wondering how the place got lit. You both set back to work with a now lit fireplace, that would spread warmth around the cabin. You continued to sweep the dust out the doors while Midoriya brought firewood in and built up the fire.

Once the two of you were finally done, Midoriya pulled up a chair from the table and fell back onto it with a sigh, finally able to rest for a moment. He threw his head back, trying to just enjoy a moment of sitting and nothing else. You watched him for a while, the easy rise and fall of his chest. You turned around him towards another door. It was opened, revealing a bedroom. You carefully minded everything but pulled off two of the blankets. Once you had them as well as two pillows, you walked back into the main room. After making sure they didn’t have dust, you plopped them on the floor.

You walked over to Midoriya and tapped his cold shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked up at you. “I need your clothes please.” You asked him.

Midoriya wanted to complain, but he felt too tired to do that as well. He nodded his head and pulled himself up right. He slipped his shirt off his body, trying to get the wet material off his skin. You turned, leaving him to his devices as you moved to grab a few chairs. You faced them a good distance in front of the fire. You grabbed a blanket and quickly thrusted it over to Midoriya, trying to hide his body from your sight. He chuckled but he handed you his damp clothes. You placed them on the chair. You grabbed a blanket and draped it over your own body, as you took off your clothes. You shifted the chairs in front of the fire but putting them to the side to allow Midoriya and you some freedom and space to access the fire’s heat too.

Instead of heading towards Midoriya, you sat down in front of the fire, clutching the blanket around you as you soaked in the warmth of the flames. Midoriya followed suit, sitting not too far away from you. You could see him slightly shiver at being exposed to the cold and his body catching up with the weather. The only reason you weren’t shivering was because you didn’t catch cold easily even after days of travelling in the rain. You had given him the bigger blanket due to his size, which he was grateful for. He shook his head as he clutched the blanket closer around his body.

It was silent between the two of you. Neither of you having anything to say in particular, as you both just stared at the flames. Even in the dead of night, with no one around but the two of you, it still felt as though there was something keeping you both worlds apart. The crackle of the fireplace was a comforting sound, and one you had missed dearly.

“When...” You turned to look at Midoriya. He had started to speak, his eyes still focused forward but his voice was quiet. “When my mother was younger, she got married to a man.” You shifted to a more comfortable position to look at him as he began to tell you a story. “She loved him dearly. She loved him so much because he was her everything to her. They ran their little greenery together in town and were so happy just the two of them. However, one day, he disappeared. Almost as if he was plucked right out of the earth. But he came back... or supposedly it was him that came back. After a year or two, they had me.” Midoriya tightened the blanket around himself. “Yet when I was still but a babe, not even three years old, my mother found out that whoever this man was next to her, wasn’t her husband anymore. Thats when she found out that he was actually someone named Hisashi Shigaraki. Hisashi, the god of Storms and Destruction.” Your eyes widened at the dramatic turn of events. “He, of course, couldn’t stay with us for long, but he expressed how much he did truly love my mother and I before he left... He had white hair. White like snow. So that’s where the colour comes from, probably.” He expressed to you.

It once again descended into silence as you looked at him. His eyes were unfocused, but he kept his gaze forward. He looked distant, as if he was forcing himself to dissociate from the matter entirely. You frowned, concerned. “So... you’re a... a demi-god?” You asked him. He nodded his head silently. You tried to take that in. You forced a smile to your lips. “That’s cool.” Midoriya’s eyebrows twitched as they furrowed but he couldn’t stop the amused smile and chuckle that escaped his lips. You smiled truly, hearing and seeing him chuckle, even just for a moment. “Why...” You started, making Midoriya look to you. You looked greatly concerned as your eyebrows were furrowed. “Why did you kill him?” You whispered out the question as you turned your head towards him. You were trying to understand him. You really were trying to. You however didn’t blame him for doing so, but at the time, it had not even been more than two hours since you had last seen him and suddenly, he had murdered the king.

Midoriya let out sigh as he turned his eyes back towards the flames. “He... he had this sick plan for the draikanas.” Midoriya revealed to you with a disgusted expression. “It was so fucked up, I couldn’t stand it. The thought of using people for the kingdom’s own political and military gain. It was messed up. It wasn’t right. Everyone has the right to their own bodies. Then he started talking about you... I... I just...” Midoriya found it hard to express. What was he going to say? That he killed thoughtlessly? Well, he did, but he didn’t want to scare you. He didn’t want to see the fear in your eyes again. He sighed. “I couldn’t let him do that. It made my blood boil. It made me sick.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “But why?”

Midoriya scoffed as he turned to look down at you. “Why?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

You nodded your head. “Why? Why would you get angry at something he said about me? It doesn't make sense to me.” You expressed to him.

He looked at you for a moment. You looked genuinely confused with why on earth it would anger him. Why he would get pushed to the point of murder, for something someone else said about you. So many people said things about you before, so you didn’t think such a dire situation like this would happen to you ever.

Midoriya pulled his legs to his chest as he wrapped his arms around his body, trying to keep his body warm. “Ever since the moment I saw you, you had me in the palm of your hand” He confessed. “You... you were like a witch. You bewitched me with those eyes that I could just fall into, your voice that could sing me to the heavens better than any angel and your body that had captivated me better than any succubus could. You... you lit me a flame.” He placed a hand over his chest, covering the scar that crossed over his heart. An organ he thought was useless to him. His eyebrows furrowed. “You lit my heart on fire and called it yours.”

You were silent as you took in what he had just said. Was he telling you the truth? Was he this enraptured by you. How could he tell? Was it going to be just a faze or something real? You tried to formulate a response to him. “How do you know?” You asked quietly.

Midoriya let out a small laugh as he turned his head to look at you. His green eyes meeting your own gaze softly. “How does anybody know? All I know is that I have a feeling every time that I see you.” His voice was soft as well as he looked down at you with a tenderness that you only ever felt whenever he looked at you that way. “I get this feeling inside that I don’t know what to do with. It makes looking at you so...” He seemed to run out of a word to use. He searched your eyes for a moment. “Intoxicating.” He whispered. You felt heat bloom to your face that wasn’t from the fire in front of you. “When I’m with you, I don’t feel as though waking up is a chore. You make me look forward to going through my day for just a glimpse of you.” He whispered. “Suddenly, life seems bearable.” He turned his gaze away from you, back to the fire. “Of course, I realize that maybe forcing you to come along my new adventure as an outlaw was a bit selfish.” He said with an embarrassed smile as he scratched the back of his head.

You giggled to yourself at his words. You nudged him with your head softly. “Maybe a little.” You shrugged.

Midoriya chuckled with a nod. “Yah... but listen Y/N.” He turned to you. His expression turned serious. “If you ever feel as though you have to stick by my side, don’t. I don’t want you to feel that because you were gifted to me, or because I confessed to you, that you have to be here with me. You’re free now. You can do whatever you want to do.”

At that you felt your body freeze. Free. You were free. You didn’t think you could understand the concept anymore, nor know if you would ever be truly. You could do whatever you wanted to do. Go wherever you wanted to go. But go where? Do what? You didn’t know if you even wanted to do anything on the main island of Yuuie. It wasn’t even like there was a home for you to go back to. But you were free. You had a say in what you wanted to do or accomplish.

Midoriya watched as several thoughts and emotions raced through your head. He opened his mouth to speak.

“What if I want to stay with you?” You turned your head to look up to him.

Midoriya’s eyes went wide in surprise as his eyebrows raised as well. He was taken by surprise at that question. “You do? I don’t think I want to go back to the estate.”

You lowered your arms over your body. You shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

“I’m living as an outlaw.”

“I’ve lived worse.”

“I...” Midoriya sighed as he dropped his own arms as well. He grasped one of your hands and held them in his larger ones. “Don’t you want a say in who you want to be with?”

You smiled up at him. “I do.” You pushed yourself up and crawled over to him. You sat on your knees in front of him and placed a hand over the scar on his chest. Both your gazes flicked up to meet each other's. “I choose you.”

You could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he looked up at you with passion in his eyes. The both of you stared at each other for another moment, until you both realised that you were currently sitting naked in front of each other without the blankets shielding your fronts from one another. You kept your hand against his cooler skin, finding the temperature worrisome.

You careful crawled into his lap, making Midoriya’s face bloom a slight pink. A beautiful draikana was in his lap. He didn’t know exactly how to act right now. You settled on top of them, wrapping your arms around him. You let his skin touch your much warmer one, wanting to keep him warm to. You closed your eyes as you placed your head against his chest. A rumble of sorts sprouted from your chest as you wrapped your limbs around him. You settled your hands on his back on his shoulder blades. “You should stay warm, Midoriya.” You tell him.

“Izuku.”

“Bless you.”

“No I-” He chuckled at the miscommunication. He tilted your head up to look at him, his thumb resting on your chin as he looked down at you heatedly. “Call me, Izuku.” He requested.

You smiled at his given name. “Izuku.” You couldn’t help but broaden your smile at his name. “I love it.”

“Well, I hope so, I can’t exactly change it.” You both chuckled as you kept your gaze up to him. Wide eyes looking up at him as if you expected him to do something.

But if Midoriya were to be honest, all he could think about right now was the fact that he was trying so desperately not to get hard right now and not focus on your inner thighs nor the increased heat coming from your sex in his lap. He swallowed down hard as he tried not to absolutely ruin it.

Luckily for him, you were catching on rather quickly. It was rather easy to tell when a male was aroused. You chuckled as you glanced down between the both of you. “You seem excited.” Midoriya felt his cheeks burn with more heat. He tried not to die of embarrassment as he hummed in agreement, eyes wide as he looked away from you. Angry at his body. You chuckled.

You trailed one hand away from his back and to his front. You dragged it down his pecs and his abs down to the thick green happy trail. Midoriya stiffened for just a moment, waiting to see what you would do next. You wrapped your warm hand around his cock, making him suck in a breath. Your smile turned devious. You began to pump his length in your hand. He was hot. So hot in your hand and yet everywhere else was slightly cool to the touch. Midoriya’s eyes shut slowly as a soft groan left his mouth. He leaned back, with one hand supporting him as he let you do as you wish.

“You know us draikanas take mating very seriously.” You tell him with a teasing voice. “You understand that, right?” You asked as you stopped your hand, gripping his cock lightly, teasing touches more than anything serious. You glanced down at the hard twitching length. A beautiful cock in your opinion, flushed pink with a mushroom head to match. However, it was the girth and size of him that had you drooling.

Midoriya groaned, nodding his head to whatever you were saying. He was too consumed by the pleasure you were feeding to his body, to truly care about what you were saying, but he heard you. He always heard you. However, it didn’t make him any less breathless. “Yes. Yes. Whatever you say, as long as I am yours.” He opened his eyes, dark hooded eyes of lust.

You smiled at his words. You raised yourself higher to face him. You nodded your head. “Yes...” You whispered. “And as long as you are mine.” You placed your free hand on his flushed cheek. You bent over to his ear. Your mouth brushed his ear as you whispered. “Now... take me Izuku.”

With a playful growl, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down for a kiss. With a deep breath, you both sighed into the kiss, having each other in your arms. His cooler skin moved against your hot skin, as if there was a fire blazing behind it. His hands settled on your hips for now, keeping you right down against his pelvis. You whimpered as you dug your nails into his soft skin. You wanted more than just his soft lips with his teasing licks and bites to your lips.

Midoriya groaned as he moved his hands to your ass, gripping each globe of flesh in his large hands. You whimpered at the grip he had on you. He started to knead at your skin, wanting to enjoy the feeling of your naked body finally down against him. He moved back trying to catch his breath with a gasp, his lips brushing against yours. “Y/N.” He whispered it to you, as if it were a song only you could hear.

He moved his fingers closer towards your heat. His fingers itching to sink deep into the warm wet hole that was your sex. Midoriya hummed with a smirk as his fingers brushed the lips of your cunt. He moved his head back amused. “You’re dripping.” He teased.

“Am I?” You asked slyly.

Suddenly a finger plunged deep inside you. You threw your head back with a moan. You moaned out for his ears alone at the feeling of him finally giving your sex some much needed attention. He felt you squeeze his finger as you whimpered. Your twitching hole wrapped around his fingers. You already started moving your hips, even with only one finger in. He could feel in the slight quiver to your legs, that you were sensitive.

A hand came down, slapping your ass with a teasing bite to your bottom lip. With a whimper leaving your lips, Midoriya’s grin couldn’t help but broaden. “Don’t get cocky now, or else...” His finger started to bend and move in and out of you. The feeling of thick heavy and sweet slick dripping down his hand was almost euphoric of a feeling. “I’m not afraid to put you back in your place, my shining diamond.” He assured you.

Feeling your sex stretch more, he included another finger. You whimpered at the use of two of his thick fingers inside you. His calloused fingers rubbed inside you, your mind chasing the pleasure they were giving you. You knew by all the scars on his hands and the strength he held in his body, that he was skilled, but you never thought you would experience it like this. You whined as one of your hands found his hair. You buried your hands deep into the abyss of soft curls. “More.” You keened.

“More?” He asked mockingly. “What? Are two fingers not enough for you?” You knew he was teasing you. You knew how much he wanted you to beg. He wanted you to feel as though you couldn’t breathe with him and without him.

You gave him an almost betrayed look on your face as you kept moving your hips to the way his fingers were moving inside you. “Please.” You whispered to him. “Izuku, please. I need it. I need you.”

If Midoriya could have this moment engraved into his brain, he would. Having you whimpering and pleading for him to give you more pleasure. It was just too good to pass up. He grinned up at you, his canines glinting. Made you wish he had his mouth to your neck as well. If only he were a drake, and had the same impulse to claim you as you did him. But unbeknownst to you, Midoriya had a burning fire for you in his heart that could rival your very own. He moved to kiss your sternum, moving towards onE breast. Just as he took a nipple into his mouth, he bullied a third finger inside you. He felt as your whole body went pliant on top of him, your body relaxed as you sunk deeper into his lap, to allow him to do as he pleased.

You were mewling and whining at his fingers entering and exiting you, growing in speed and force. It felt so good, and you couldn’t even think of anything else other than the pleasure. You closed your eyes. Midoriya sucked and nipped at your chest, licking and sucking the living daylights out of you at any sensitive zone he could.

He could feel the way you were tightening around his fingers that any moment you were probably going to cum. He smiled as he removed his mouth from your skin. A single trail of saliva connecting his pink lips to your skin. He wanted to pay attention to this. He wanted to see you fall apart at the seams because of him. He wanted to watch and have it stored as a core memory. He wanted to have you screaming his name if he could.

Wanting to give you more pleasure, Midoriya’s thumb brushed against your clit. Instantly you jolted up at the sudden attention to the sensitive bud. “Izuku...” At the sound of his name on your lips, he couldn’t help but keep up his efforts. Tracing figure eights against your clit as he moved his fingers in and out of you. Sloppy obscene sounds coming from your sex as juices trickled down his hand and onto his lap. You tensed up as you rolled your eyes back. “Izuku! Too much! H-hold on- I- I'm going to-”

Your body seized into an arch as you tugged roughly on his hair and your nails pierced his back. You were stuck in a silent scream as you finally reached your high, almost mind numbingly so. Whimpering sounds came from you as you came around his fingers that didn’t stop nor differ in their speed. Midoriya watched with dark eyes as you fell apart because of him. Watching your body relax once more before collapsing against his chest. Slight shivers to the aftershock went through your body. You whimpered as you kept a hold of his body. Your head buried in the crook of his neck as you bucked your hips. “Fuck...” You whispered through stuttered breaths.

He wanted to see all the red lines you had caused to his back.

He heard you whine in pain at the overstimulation he was causing by keeping his thumb against your clit. You tightened your thighs around him and continued to drag your fingers down his back. “Izuku... Izuku please... t-too much... too mu-much.” You moaned out.

He chuckled as he listened to your wishes. He let his fingers exit out of the hot cavern that was your sex. Your body finally relaxed, in relief from the constant onslaught of pleasure for you. He kept his green eyes stuck between you, watching as heavy slick sat between his fingers. His cock twitched at the scene. He felt like he could have absolutely come just at the sight of you. But no. He wouldn’t do that. He wanted to cum inside you and since you were a draikana, it wouldn’t exactly be a problem.

Hopefully.

That thought sent a shiver down his spine.

You watched wordlessly as he looked back up to you. Without breaking eye contact, he put his fingers together and licked up his hand. His tongue against each and every single one that was inside you, a smirk sitting on his face at your hypnotised expression. You felt a shiver run down your back at that, a smile to your own lips. He groaned, rolling his eyes back at the taste of you. “Fuck, you taste amazing.” He said more for himself than for you. You smirked, watching as his eyes settled on his fingers. You moved, catching his attention. You took his wrist and guided to your mouth, wrapping your mouth around his fingers. You sucked on his fingers, letting the taste of him and you trickle on your tongue. You left his fingers, licking up the back of his hand, keeping your tongue out for him to see. Midoriya looked you up and down. “Holy shit.” He whispered. “You... you leave me speechless.” Midoriya slowly fell back, you still straddling his waist.

You hummed with a chuckle, bringing your tongue between your teeth. “I sure hope so.”

“Y/N...” He spoke your name lowly. You gripped his pecs as you attempted to sit yourself up, straddling his hips. He looked up at you seriously. “Do you want to continue?” He asked you. He was giving you a free exit card. He wouldn’t continue if you felt like you couldn’t handle more. At the thought of it, you were slightly offended, but then again it was also sweet.

You smirked as you pushed yourself up, reaching back to take a hold of his leaking cock. Midoriya tensed for a moment, you settled in back, bringing the head of his cock to your entrance. You smirked down at him. “If it means you breeding me.” You started to push back feeling him bully his way inside your sex. “Then yes.”

At your words you watched his eyes darken with a hidden desire you hadn’t seen before. Something so dark and twisted in the flames of his heart you were scared to even call it anything but pure lust. Midoriya looked up at you with a broad smirk. Quickly taking control of the situation, Midoriya grabbed your thighs and slowly sank you down on his cock. You gasped at the intruding feeling of him slowly filling you up. You couldn’t breathe. It was too much, pushing against you and forcing you to accommodate his size. You were suddenly very grateful for the hold he had on your thighs.

Finally, you were fully seated on his cock, your expression almost drunken at the feeling. But you weren’t the only one. You heard a whimper coming down from him. His mouth slightly apart at the feeling. He was drunk off of you. The warm and hot feeling of you trying to keep his cock inside you as if he wanted to go anyplace else. He gasped at the feeling of your sex fluttering around him. He closed his eyes as he gripped your hips tighter, his grip no doubt would have bruised. An almost pained groan came from him. “F-fucking hell.” He whimpered out. A shiver went down his back at the feeling. He tried to control his breathing and his cock, but you were making it damn hard on him.

You smirked down at him, your arms barely able to keep you up. “You alright?” You asked mockingly.

Midoriya opened his eyes, a half-lidded gaze was your answer. “I think you just made me religious cause, I just saw the gates of heaven.” At his words you tightened around his cock only making him groan. He slightly arched his back as he made a sound almost as if he was in pain. “Fuck. If I keep you on top, I’m going to cum before I even fuck you.” Easily, he flipped the two of you over, a hand holding your back so that you wouldn’t fall back down roughly off his cock. He sat you down on the blankets, in front of the fireplace. His large frame finally caging you down. He looked down at you were a masterpiece. All he could see was perfection in his eyes. He moved your thighs higher to rest on his shoulders. He held you sweetly but with such a devilish look on his face, all you could think is how he was the demigod of destruction. “I want to see it again.”

“See what?”

He moved his hips back, and you felt him slowly leaving you, taking away that full feeling but not completely. He bent down to your ears, forcing you into a mating press. He smiled against your ear. “Heaven.” He thrusted back inside you, making you moan at the action. Not changing position, Midoriya pounded into you like his life depended on it. One hand kept his weight off your body while the other, held you in place just for him. You moaned as you kept a hand around his neck, your fingers twisting and pulling at his locks of hair. The feeling of his cock just brushing your cervix making you squeak and relax down into the blankets underneath you.

“Izuku. S-so good.” You let out slurred as you tried to utter words to him, but you couldn’t get past much.

Midoriya kept his head down, the light from the fireplace next to the both of you illuminated the beads of sweat that littered his body. He groaned as he moved in and out of you. He couldn’t will himself to think of anything but the pleasure and passion between the two of you. He was sure he could feel your heartbeat and his sync and he couldn’t even stop to figure out where you started and where he began. He groaned out as he dipped his head to the crook of your neck. “You’re so fucking perfect. So good to me. Fuck, I love the way you look with my cock inside of you.” Midoriya couldn’t stop his babbling as he maintained the steady rhythm in and out of you. With the way you were gripping his cock, you were trying to milk him of all he was worth. Trying to keep his cock sheathed inside you and never to leave you till the world ended.

The sounds of skin against skin and the soft squelching of your sex only fuelled the growing and building tension between the two of you. The feeling of your hands digging into his back and gripping his hair harshly only made him groan. Here you both were, two souls that thought they were worlds apart, now together as one nothing separating the two of you. He could feel the heavy building need of release at the pit of his abdomen, but he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop.

He could feel it in the way your thighs started to quiver, and how much you were tightening around his cock. You were heading there yourself. Your grip on him only growing stronger. “Izuku.” Midoriya moved his head to look down at you, his strokes less rhythmic and more urgent and needing. You saw him begging you with his eyes. You smiled up at him, tears in your eyes. You moved to hold his face in your hands. “Please.” You whispered.

His shoulders lowered in relief. He nodded. A hand went down to your clit, making you jolt. You moaned at the increasing tension at the pit of your stomach. You whimpered and squealed and with one more thrust, you both went tumbling down into pleasure. “FUCK.” Midoriya gripped your body so hard, you were afraid you were going to break. Electric sparks went around his body, a shiver of fear and pleasure going down your back. Your body shook in pleasure as you arched into him. Your mind shattered into pleasure and nothingness other than the feeling of each other. Your bodies moulding into something of pleasure and lust. The feeling of him filling you up only fuelling your contentedness.

You both sighed as Midoriya relaxed on top of you. Both of your hearts racing a mile a minute and your breaths heavy. Midoriya stayed inside you, his grip on you still tight as he saw stars for a second. You both were quiet for a moment as you slowly used every bit of your strength left to hold him in your arms. You smiled and placed a kiss into his hair. “Did you see it?” You asked.

For a moment, Midoriya didn’t even know what the hell you were talking about. Then he remembered. He smiled tiredly. “Turns out...” He lifted his head and placed his forehead against yours. He softly rubbed the inside of your thigh as he did so. “Heaven is right in front of me.”

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bettdraws · 1 month

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What if Elain and Lucien met before she was made – Part 2

Read part 1 here

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Lucien Vanserra did not understand what had gotten into him.

He had become used to leading a quiet content life, but ever since seeing her, ever since touching her, something had changed. When those fawn brown eyes landed on his, he had felt stranded. Amiss. Like he had somehow lost his way, had forgotten what he was supposed to be doing with his useless, pointless life.

It wasn't that he had ever been too sure about what his life had meant to be like, ever since he lost everything he had resigned himself to serve, to fulfill his duties, to follow orders and go by. He had been content with it, had been okay with the occasional diversions he allowed himself. Not that it had been the same after Under The Mountain, all diversion essentially gone. But he had been fine with just getting by, fighting when he had to, resting when he needed to. Helping Tamlin clear up the Spring Court of the residual trash of Amarantha. He had endured harder times before and had been fine.

Until that day that one of Hybern's more playful lackeys had attacked him inadvertently and had dropped him in the only place that could be considered dangerous for a fae in the mortal lands, and he had met her. Had been saved by her.

His first thought of her had been that she was impossibly beautiful, so much so that it stunned him. That wasn't his usual opinion on any female ever. He obviously could appreciate female beauty and affections but she was the most beautiful... woman he had ever laid eyes upon and it troubled him so. He had never thought that about a female after- after Jes.

But having shoved that thought away and assessed the situation, his second thought about Elain had been that he had to protect her. It wasn't even so much of a thought but a bodily reaction he hadn't been able to rationalize. And when she hadn't shied away from him, had called his name, he thought he had never heard it sound so nicely before.

But ever since that day, ever since having felt the sudden spark at touching her small hand, and having felt the unshakeable pull of wanting his body closer to her body, having his hands on the delicate skin of her ankles, everything in his world had shifted, and Lucien, for the life of him, could not place why.

So he had ignored it as much as he could, he had busied himself, drowning in more work than he could take upon himself and had shoved those thoughts deep inside of him. What use would it make to be thinking about a human girl? A human girl he merely met once? And Feyre's sister, of all people.

He hadn't told her. Had honored Elain's wish to keep it a secret, for whatever reason. He could understand, though. Meddlesome siblings were something universal, it seemed, and it felt somehow nice to have something only he knew, a secret thing only shared with her.

But even with all the work, all the tiresome activities he subjected himself to so that he could stop thinking about her eyes, and her freckled nose, and her pouty pink lips, he could not stop seeing her in his dreams, or in random flashes when he glimpsed a rose, or a lily, or any flower, really. Living in eternal spring did nothing to help his situation.

He could swear he sometimes felt like she was calling him. He could feel it in the wind, in the smell of freshly cut grass, in the sight of the first rays of sunshine coming through his windows. It was pathetic, actually. To think a woman like her would even remember him, let alone be calling him to her. She had seemed so free, so desperately alive, he doubted he had posed any significance in her life.

He was losing his mind.

The long weeks passed and he tried to convince himself that his constant thinking of her was just an outlet for all the stress he had been accumulating, a normal response of his psyche trying to fixate in something beautiful and right, rather than the depressive reality he was shoved into. But a part of him knew it wasn't that simple, and ignoring it was resulting to be useless.

He had tried to stay away. He really did. He had tried to put her behind him. He had even gone to the village to see one of his past lovers, a headstrong but gentle female that had shared a similar need of release as him, expecting nothing more, needing nothing more. But the moment she moved her lips to his, the moment he had touched her hand in that cozy tavern they usually met at, he realized he couldn't do it, he had seen her, he had seen Elain in his mind and could not put her away. He had to apologize and leave, compelled to spend another night alone, thinking about her.

So here he was, back in the mortal lands, pacing outside her house in the dead of night under the cover of some trees surrounding her manor. Couldron boil him. He had left Spring under the pretense that he would survey the border with the human lands, Tamlin had simply agreed, and he had winnowed to where he knew she lived. But now that he was here, and somehow he could feel the closeness of her, he didn't know what to do.

He was going to leave, he had decided this was an awful idea, had turned around and prepared to winnow when a soft voice called him and made his whole body stop short.

"Lucien"

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Elain Archeron had not been able to sleep that night, and when she had finally grown tired of rolling around in her bed, she had found herself outside in her garden, taking in the chilly night, the smell of dewy grass and jasmine bushes.

She had been thinking about him... again. Lucien, he had told her his name, and she had replayed it in her mind again and again during those long weeks. Her tongue rolling softly, only for her to hear, as if her body was involuntarily calling him. She had thought she was finally losing it.

She sat there now in one of the wooden chairs alone in her courtyard, when everyone in the manor was asleep, thinking about his broad but elegant hands, his enchanting mismatched eyes, his otherworldly beauty, one that she could not find anywhere else, one that dwarfed even Greysen's handsome face. She felt the need to roll his name on her tongue again, felt the need to chant his name as if containing it inside her might actually drive her insane.

"Lucien" She spoke softly, but the sound of his name was enough to make her blush. If anyone could hear her in that moment they would say she was definately insane, sitting in the garden talking to herself. She huffed a short laugh at how hilarious it was. A tale as old as time, the human girl enthralled by the mystical fae that probably could not care less about her insignificant existence, she was a living cliché.

She tasted his name in her lips anyway, a guilty pleasure she could not rationalize. She couldn't help but feel the rightness of it, even if she was not able to place it in any logical thought. The weeks since she had met him had not been the same, as if something in her had awoken, something she hadn't even known had been inside of her sleeping.

She was just about to stand up to go inside when a voice made her stiffen.

"Elain?"

It was low and tentative, masculine but soft. The voice she had not been able to forget through all these weeks. Her heart was hammering in her chest when she snapped her head towards the orange and apple trees surrounding her garden. She saw him then and gasped, bathing under the moonlight, a statue of a male, his long flowy hair shining in a deep red under the cool light. He was looking at her with surprise in his eye, as if he hadn't expected to find her here.

He had come. He had come back.

"Lucien" She spoke again and she could swear she saw him shudder a bit. Suddenly she felt insanely self conscious, looking down at herself in her thin nightgown and flimsy silk robe. She looked up at him again, dressed immaculately, an embroidered navy blue vest, tight cream pants and knee high brown boots. He looked impossibly regal.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" She crossed her arms around her chest, heart still beating loudly, suddenly aware of the situation, looking at her surroundings to see if there was no-one else around. She questioned what exactly he was doing here, in her home, in the dead of night. Had he finally come to steal her away like the other one had done to Feyre? Like every cautionary tale of the fae she had heard since she was a child?

"I-" He said, apparently also realizing his surroundings. "I was patrolling the border and I-" He looked down and clenched his hands awkwardly. He looked up at her again. "I'm sorry for the invasion, I was just trying to check if you... and your family, were doing alright" He said.

Something about seeing him a bit undone, this mountain of a male that exuded power, struggling with his words, made her ease a bit. The familiarity of him, even if she had just seen him once before, overtaking her, making her step up towards him, even if all logic called her to be smarter, he was a stranger after all. Why did she trust him so easily?

"You came to see if we were doing fine?" She said, cocking her head a bit as she saw him stiffen at the steps she had taken towards him.

"Yes, milady" He simply said. She couldn't help but like the way that sounded on his lips, the way it made her feel.

"Under my sister's wishes?" She asked softly, tentatively shortening the distance between them, just letting her body naturally drift towards the pull she felt.

"No" He said, watching her closely, unmoving. She could swear he was also trying not to just run towards her. Was she out of her mind? Imagining things she deep down wanted to believe?

"Under your wishes?" She asked when he didn't elaborate, and she almost laughed when he didn't even word a response, simply nodding his head and straightening when she reached him under the cover of the trees. "Why?" She asked, placing one of her hands on the tree close to her, for comfort and stability.

"These are… dangerous times" He said sharply and she could finally smell his woodsy, masculine scent again. She relished in it, the way it filled her with something she didn't know she had been missing. She noticed his own nostrils flaring, as if he too was taking in her smell in that moment. It made her feel something warm deep inside her tummy, running through her core.

"I thought you would have another reason to come by" She said, tilting her head a bit. He stared at her with those dazzling mismatched eyes and softly cleared his throat.

"Were you by any chance calling my name?" He changed subject, turning it on her and making her face grow impossibly hot. He had heard her?

"Me?" She straightened. He simply watched her with a predator's gaze. She suddenly felt impossibly bare before him.

A soft smirk crept over his lips as he noticed the aggressive blush she could assume had taken over her whole face. She averted her gaze at that, but quickly found it in herself to retaliate.

"Well, maybe I was" She held her chin up towards his towering frame. "Maybe I knew you were around and decided to summon you out of the shadows, acting as if you're some thief in the night" She said, but his smirk only grew more wicked.

"How can you be so sure I'm not some thief in the night?" He said, suddenly leaning his forearm over the same tree trunk she was pressed against. His tall frame towered over her, his smell and warmth intoxicating, filling her senses. Elain again found herself in one of the most scandalous scenarios she could think of. With a fae male leaning above her in the middle of the night, smirking at her like some fiend, eating her up with his gaze.

Her face grew hotter. In fact, her whole body did.

"Have you come to take me away, then?" She suddenly sounded more serious than she had intended. He noticed it, his face relaxing to a more serious stare, eyes suddenly lost in hers.

"Do you want me to?" He rasped, a slightly devious grin curling in the corner of his mouth again. His eyes never left hers, and for a moment she actually considered it, damn her, just simply running away from her small content life, leaving everything to go see the world, things she could only imagine, experiences she could only dream of. She realized they were still looking at each other, still breathing the same air, her chest rising and falling quickly, when she dropped her gaze and stepped out of his reach.

"Funny. Do you find me so careless as to think I would just run away with a strange fae male I just met?" She arched an eyebrow in a teasing way, although the tension between them did not subside.

"I did meet you running around barefoot in the middle of a forest" He crossed his hands behind his back and shrugged a bit. His hair was tied up, but she noticed some strands that had fallen off, moving around his chiseled face as he talked.

"Can't a lady have her moments of liberty in peace?" She crossed her arms again, diverting his intent gaze.

"By all means milady, I am sorry for assuming" He teased softly and she dared to look at him again. "I will say though, I'm usually right about spotting wild things and you-" He assessed her again, as if he could read her like a book. "You struck me as one"

"I'm not such thing" She cut him a glare, but it held no real offense.

"Aren't you?" He said with amusement in his eye and she pursed her lips.

She held his gaze for a moment, even though they were just teasing, there was an undertone of reality in his words, in his assessment of her. She was trying to find it in herself to deny it, to negate the raging feeling of wanting to see more, wanting to learn everything there was to learn. She couldn't.

"You may be right" She exhaled a breath as she turned and looked towards her garden, feeling his body heat at her side, his presence so overwhelming she was having difficulty thinking. "I'm in my courtyard, talking to a strange male in the middle of the night, any proper lady would deem this scandalous" She said.

"And what do you deem this?" He asked, she could still feel his eyes on her, it felt as if he could not, for the life of him, stop looking at her, even for a mere second.

She looked at the ground for a moment, feeling out the question, sensing her response and deciding to simply voice it.

"Exhilarating" She said not daring to look at him. Her heart thrumming in her chest again. For a moment he said nothing. The night sounds filling the air between them. She swallowed as she felt him move closer to her, sliding behind her. What would Nesta say if she knew she was having such conversations with a stranger like some scoundrel in the night? Even worse, with a seductive fae male at that, tempting her to release her wild side, something she had always kept under a tight leash. It was more than enough to make her sister see red.

"Maybe if I ask you to tell me more about yourself-" His voice was rough, breath hitting the back of her ear and neck in a way that made goosebumps rise over her skin. "Then it wouldn't be so scandalous, don't you think?" He finished, and some small, wicked part of her expected him to touch her, even if just her shoulder, her hand. She quickly shut it off.

"Could be" She breathed, turning her face slightly to glance at him. "But only if you also tell me more about yourself" She dared to say.

"What do you want to know?" She felt him lean down towards her exposed neck. His mouth so impossibly close she had to shove that thought away as well. It was one thing to engage in conversation with an interesting individual, even if it happened to be in the dead of night and had the potential of ruining her entire reputation, it was another to have such improper thoughts about them.

Even if she had to shamefully admit to herself, she had never been so attracted to anyone like this before.

"What do you do... for a living?" She asked in an effort to distract herself from that line of thought. She turned around to face him again, needing to see his face and assess him as she knew he could assess her.

"I'm a court emissary" He said, his body remaining close to her, half a step away. She took a look at him, eyes wandering from head to toe.

"Are all fae emissaries so... buff looking?" She blurted and he had to contain a laugh in order to keep quiet.

"It's not a requirement" He said, amusement still present in his face. "I do like to keep myself useful in more ways than one. Training allows me to do that" He looked down at himself following her eyes, then they both met their gazes. "Do you have a complaint about it?"

"No" She said a bit too quick to be casual, his smile broadened, she noticed he had a dimple beneath those scars in his face, and couldn't help but wonder. "How did you... get those scars?" She asked and immediately regretted it, seeing how the dimple disappeared from view, his face hesitating.

"I pissed the wrong person" He cringed a bit, but he seemed to be more concerned about her own reaction than on the memory of it. "It's not a pleasant tale, but one I could tell you some day. Now it is my turn" He said and his eyes travelled around her frame. The prospect of meeting him again in the future gave her a ridiculous flutter in her chest, one she quickly pushed aside.

"What do you enjoy doing, aside from running around in haunted forests?" He asked and she held her laugh. She moved through the trees then, in an effort to dissuade his intent focus on her, but his eyes seemed to relish on her movements, on the way her thin clothes hung from her body.

“I enjoy gardening” She said a bit shyly. “I take pride in it” She concluded, signaling towards the garden behind them. His eyes followed it, quietly contemplating her work, as if he could even see the garden in the dim light. His lips curled in a soft smile.

“That’s very impressive, lady” He said. “I shall like to take a closer look some time”

Elain had the urge to fix her hair behind her ear, not really sure of what to do with her own hands.

“What do you like to do… aside from work” She asked then, caressing her fingers through a jasmine flower blooming.

He followed her closely, watching her with amusement. “I like to lay down in nature”

“I could see that” She teased and he snorted. “What’s your favorite place to do it?” She asked.

He pondered for a moment. “There’s a stream in the court I live in. Its calm, lovely in the morning and during the night, surrounded by fireflies and white lilies”

“That sounds perfect” She said, imagining such a place.

“Would you want to see it?”

“Are you trying to steal me away, still?” She gave him a look and he laughed softly.

“Forgive me for trying” He said, casually striding in front of her, intercepting her like prey, eyes dancing with mischief under the moonlight.

She bit back her smile. “Is it far?” She found herself asking. The question had surprised him a bit, he didn’t seem to expect her to actually be considering it, and if she was honest, neither did she.

“Uhm- just a few jumps- winnows I mean” She assumed he was talking about that transportation magic he had used before.

“I see” She said, thinking about the implications of it. She shouldn’t, she really shouldn’t. But she couldn’t help but be enthralled by the idea. Escaping for a night, seeing something she had never considered seeing before. Her heart hammered in her chest again.

He noticed her hesitation and tried to ease up a bit. “It was a wild proposition, milady, there’s no-“

“Let’s go” She said, determination shining on her face.

“What?”

“Take me there” She repeated, but he still looked at her like he didn’t believe her. “It’s safe right?”

“Yes…”

“And we would be back before dawn, right?”

“Yes-“

“Then take me” She said, stretching out her hand to him. He looked at her small hand. “Show me” Show me things I have never seen before.

The determination in her brown eyes must have sparked something in him, because after that he slid his broad hand around hers, and as she felt that tiny spark in their touch, the spark she had craved ever since the day in the forest, Elain felt the world collapse around them, and just like that, they were gone.

#elucien #i will have to write a part 3 now #the escapism fantasy of elain archeron #elucien what if #elucien fanfiction #human!elain #human!au #elain x escapism #elucien x forbidden romance

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mrswint3rs · 4 months

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can you do another bela dimitrescu smut fic (if you want to ofc) your last one was awesome sauce 🙏🏾

Guilty Pleasure

pairings- MODERN AU Bela Dimitrescu x Fem! Reader

summary- despite feeling guilty about going behind your best friends back, you can’t fight the urge to see Bela again.

a/n- TY FOR THE ASK <3 hope you enjoy

NSFW WARNING : contains- spanking, vaginal sex w a strap on, oral sex, fingering, throat fucking, gagging, dacryphillia kinda, implied getting caught at the end

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You felt a rush of guilt sweep over you as your mind was reminded of the last time you saw your best friend's sister. Despite her cold demeanor with almost everyone else, you always felt like she had a soft spot for you, and you yearned for her attention.

You knew you shouldn't, but you couldn't help but long for her touch on your skin. She was everything you would ever dream up in a perfect woman, and more. She was an enigma, a walking mystery, that you couldn't help but want to unravel. You wanted to know every secret about her, to learn every quirk or habit she had.

You knew that your longing for Bela was wrong, yet it seemed impossible to deny your primal urges. You kept replaying those special moments in your head, the moments you shared together. You craved that rush of adrenaline, the feeling you had when she claimed you, leaving you wanting more.

You finally decided to bite the bullet. You were too weak to resist the siren's call, to resist the allure of Bela Dimitrescu. You wanted to feel loved, to be comforted, to feel that sense of belonging once again. And you knew that only Bela could offer that kind of comfort, that kind of love, that kind of belonging.

So you went back, back to the place where it all began, back to the woman that haunted you, back to Bela Dimitrescu.

As you entered Bela's domain, her eyes lit up. She looked surprised but happy to see you. "Well, look who it is," she teased. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten all about little old me."

She strolled over to you, her movements so graceful and mesmerizing that you felt yourself blushing. "How have you been, little one? Missing me?," she asked, obviously knowing the answer already.

You opened your mouth to speak but all your words caught in your throat. You were at a loss for words, the sight of Bela was too much for your flustered brain to bear. "I...I..." you mumbled.

Bela chuckled, her eyes sparkling with delight as she took your hesitation as a sign of your clear interest in her.

You took in her lush curves, her captivating gaze, the way her hair flowed like silk, and the way she made you feel all warm and tingly inside. "I can't stop thinking about you," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I've missed you, too," she purred, her golden eyes glinting with mischief. "You've been gone for far too long, I think it's time you made it up to me."

"Come," Bela invited playfully, her hands resting gently on your shoulders as she pulled you into her bedroom. As you stepped inside, the room was filled with sensuality, the scent of her perfume and burning candles. Bela turned to face you and drew closer, slowly untying the belt of her corset.

"I've got a new toy..." she whispered again, her breath hot against your ear. "I'm eager to try it out."

As Bela unzipped her corset, her soft blonde hair tumbled down her shoulders, framing her face in a sensual halo. She pulled the corset down and revealed her pale, perfect skin, her curves so soft and voluptuous that it was hard to resist. You couldn't resist the way your body responded to Bela's sensuality, the way your breath hitched and your heart beat faster. As she revealed more and more of her body, taking off one article of clothing after another, you desperately tried to maintain your composure.

You couldn't help but shiver as Bela began to unlace your shirt not wasting any time, her lips grazing your throat as she caressed your skin. The way she touched you, the way her body graced yours, made your breath catch in your throat and your heart ache with want. You felt like you were drowning in her beauty, in her sensuality, in her touch.

She unbuttoned your shirt next, slowly, tantalizingly, letting the item fall to the ground, revealing your braless state.

Her breasts press plush against yours, perky and soft, as she then turned her attention to your pants, unzipping them and letting them hang low on your hips.

Bela looked deep into your eyes, smiling as she observed your reactions, as she observed the power she held over you. She pulled your pants off completely and gently eased you onto the bed.

Crawling towards you, her eyes locked on yours, her face filled with desire. She began to softly bite your neck, marking as she worked her way down your body. Fingers teasing and caressing your nipples making you all the more sensitive.

She backed away slightly, her fingers trailing down your chest, your stomach, your thighs, as she left a trail of kisses behind her. She reached into a drawer on the bedside table and pulled out a small box, which she held out in front of you.

"Open it," she said playfully, placing the box in your hands and gently guiding your fingers towards it. You examined it closely, considering what it could possibly be. "Is this what I think it is?" you asked.

"Go on, open it." She urges. Opening the box hesitantly, you reveal a low rise strap on, decently large in size.

Taking it back into her own hands, she positions it on herself as if testing the waters. "Well? Think you'll like it?"

"I'll take anything you're willing to give me." you reply.

Bela grins, stepping into the harnessed toy, firmly adjusting it to her hip size. "That's my girl. You know just the right things to say don't you?" she praises, standing before you. "Why don't you come down here, get this ready for you."

Immediately you drop down to her carpet, resting on your knees. Opening your mouth, you take the firm rubber toy into your mouth, using your tongue and saliva to lube it up. Looking up to her for approval.

Bela makes a makeshift ponytail of your hair, firmly grasping and thrusting forward, forcing her way down your throat without warning, making you gag. She loved seeing the uncontrollable tears that formed in your eyes. She was sadistic that way.

"Breathe through your nose baby," she coos, pumping her hips, fucking your throat in full force.

The plump tip repeatedly triggers your gag reflex, making pornographic and slushy noises.

Her hand keeps its strong hold on your head, pushing you down against her. Your face rests against her freshly shaved mound holding in the full length of the dildo.

A choking gasp escapes you as she pulls your head back, continuing to hold you by your hair. Panting for air, you drool onto yourself.

"What a mess you are, so beautiful. I think it's nice and slick enough for your needy little hole." Cruelly she lifts you up onto the bed, turning you around bending you over, and pressing your face down into her silky bed sheets.

Face down, ass up, she plunges her length into your drenched pussy. "Hnnng f-fuck!" your fingers desperately grasp at her bed for support.

"Opening up so nice," she taunts, her palm lifting to roughly slap your ass. "That feel good baby?" Her hips ram into you, poking and prodding at your sweet spot without fail. Your voice only comes out in pitiful cries. Another cruel slap to your ass. "I asked a question sweetheart," bela grins, "do you want me to spank your ass red?"

"N-no," you whimper into the fabric, "feels s' good please don't stop..."

"That's better. Good girl" You let out a squeal as she continues to destroy your tight cunt, stretching you to her desired size. Your pussy squelches at each pump of her hips, the fat of your ass jiggling against her each time she rams into you. The angle making your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

"Gonna cum bela...mnn god..." you babble, feeling the tightness in your core about to explode. Her pace continues all the same, chasing your high.

"Cum all over my cock baby," she demands, fully submerging in and out of your needy hole. Every time she slightly pulled out, you tighten as if sucking her back in subconsciously. The rubbery tip reaching into your untouched depths, forcing you into your climax. "That's it..." bela praises. Your legs tremble as you convulse, creaming deliciously on her toy. Knuckles turned white from gripping her bedsheets so tightly. Slowing her thrusts, she slips out of you, leaving you to clench around nothing.

Bela peers down at you, taking in the sight of your pussy glistening with your juices, dripping onto her bed once more. "Look so pretty right now," she breathes, genuinely adoring you in your fucked out state. "But I think it's my turn now, yeah?" You recall her previous promise. That you'd be able to please her the next time.

Catching your breath and pulling yourself together you stand, trading places with her now on the bed in your stead. Slipping her out of the harnessed strap on and revealing her pretty goods. She was soaked. Clearly thoroughly enjoying fucking you.

Lowering yourself to your knees again, your mouth gets to work. Licking and sucking at her pussy, her voice sounds sweetly, turning you on like never before. Your tongue laps up her juices, swallowing her taste. "Mnn...good, that's good baby."

Gliding over her sensitive nub, repeatedly licking in pattern, she moans. You kept going, trying every spot to find which made her feel best. Which spots made her voice come out louder. It was music to your ears, knowing you were successfully pleasuring her how she deserved.

The sharpness of he nails dig into your scalp as she grips your hair again, uncontrollably trying to pull you in deeper. Hips bucking into you and thighs suffocating you. You loved it all. The wet sounds of your slurping, her panting.

You take two fingers, slipping into her wetness and curving up to rub over her G spot.

Bela 's back arches, "Fuck yes, right there..." you can feel the way her walls throb against your digits. You could tell she was close. You, yourself were breathing heavily, the heat making you sweat.

Her voice reaches a beautiful octave as she cums, squirting all over your face. You suckle and lick at her clit for as long as she can bare, forcing out every bit of her orgasm before pulling away breathless. Face soaked in her sweet honey.

Before either of you could say anything, Cassandra's voice alerts you both.

"Bela? you home?" she calls out, your heart drops to your stomach.

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