#he’s lighting a fire under my backside too

[elmaestrostan]

In the refurbished gym at Aston Villa’s training ground, players are regularly put through their paces, spend time building up their strength and flexibility and develop the team bond that is such a key part of their incredible current form.

Another regular sight in the gym has been head coach Unai Emery putting in the miles on the treadmill. But unlike most people, who listen to music or a podcast while working out, the man behind one of the biggest turnarounds in recent Premier League history uses the time to watch recordings of their upcoming opponents’ games.

He’s looking for patterns, for holes, for weaknesses for Villa to exploit.

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Emery then relays his findings and key messages to the players in lengthy video analysis sessions, which have been known to run up to an hour and fifteen minutes.

Focusing on and improving the small details has been the underlying theme of the 13 months since Emery’s appointment, with Villa now a club transformed. Beating champions Manchester City and their title rivals Arsenal back-to-back in the space of four days this week is a period that rubber-stamps their progress.

This is how Villa turned their form and fortunes around, including how:

Emery warned players to never make the same mistakes after previous Arsenal defeat

He compiled a dossier on each player before joining, calling on his backroom staff to put together clips

Players noted a transformation between training under previous boss Steven Gerrard and Emery

The squad were pushed through pain barriers in pre-season

A ‘best-in-class’ mentality has emerged throughout the club

Co-owner Nassef Sawiris was recently pitchside and clapped every player off the pitch

Emery takes training ground staff out for meals

Villa’s overall infrastructure has been improved.

Seconds away from becoming the only manager in Villa’s 149-year history to win 15 successive home league games, Emery raised both hands in the air and outwards, cranking the crowd’s volume even higher.

It was apt that Villa crossed into unprecedented territory against Arsenal. Ten months ago, the Gunners were the previous Premier League visitors to leave the stadium with three points.

Since then, West Midlands walls have been fortified. The successive 1-0 victories inside four days over the sides to finish first (City) and second (Arsenal) in the 2022-23 Premier League and are likely to contest the title again this season — described as “the most difficult week” by Emery — were taxing, but ultimately ended in glory.

Fortress Villa Park has proven the symbol of the club’s remarkable resurgence, establishing them as one of the Premier League’s best and most effectively-run football clubs.

The improvement from the final days of predecessor Gerrard — where only goal difference kept them out of the top flight’s relegation places — is as drastic as it is exceptional, with Villa now firmly in the hunt for a Champions League spot next season and perhaps even more, with Pep Guardiola endorsing their title credentials only last week.

Emery regarded February’s 4-2 home defeat against Arsenal as a turning point. Irrespective of what he said publicly, that showdown with his old club was one he was desperate to win. So he was consequently infuriated with his side’s manner of collapse after the scores were level until the final minutes. Post-match and across several meetings, he told his players, in no uncertain terms, that such errors could not be repeated.

Emery remarked that they had kicked the ball long on too many occasions, with his defensive players continuing to clear to safety, as opposed to retaining possession and stamping their authority on the game. He preached that seizing control would lead to the concession of fewer goals. Even after the wins against City and Arsenal this week, Emery recalled that painful loss to the latter, unprompted, in his press conferences.

“The players are more united with each other, this is their primary strength,” says one source close to the dressing room who, like others in this piece, spoke on the condition of anonymity to protect relationships.

That match almost 10 months ago was the last time Villa lost at home, and marked the start of a shift in mentality. Their performance against City on Wednesday was one for the ages and underlined just how far many of those same players who faced Arsenal in February have come in terms of composure, organisation and general quality.

Final preparations for City’s visit had been different to the usual routines.

Emery wanted his players to train on the morning of the game, keen to drill extra detail. The session he conducted was low-intensity, chiefly working on various patterns of play and team shape, ensuring the starting XI knew how to exploit the areas Emery’s analysis had told him City were vulnerable in.

A fluid, spinning midfield four overloaded City in central areas and provided additional passing lanes when playing out from the back. This proved essential in victory and highlighted the forensic lengths Emery and his coaching staff go to.

Before his official switch from La Liga side Villarreal late last October, Emery compiled detailed dossiers of each player from his home in Spain. He called on the backroom staff who would be joining him in England to put together footage of previous games and clips of individual players. He swiftly recognised the blindspots in the team he was inheriting from Gerrard, with defence a particular issue — Tyrone Mings, Ezri Konsa and Matty Cash were all concerns.

Elsewhere, Emery knew his methodology would enable specific plans for his attackers, but felt more firepower was needed. Contrary to reports regarding Moussa Diaby being his top target, Athletic Bilbao winger Nico Williams was the player Emery initially wanted.

“With Gerrard, training was just training,” says a source close to a Villa player. “But Emery is so detailed, as he was at Arsenal. He coached them (the players) and continues to coach them in every facet of football every single day, and regularly reinforces good habits on the training ground — until the point where it starts working on the pitch. The players then believe in his methods and start doing exactly what he’s asking them to do every game — confidence and belief then kick in — and this is the result.”

This included the development of first-choice centre-backs Mings and Konsa. Emery wanted both to become better on the ball and protect their zones defensively. Through detailed coaching in what Emery expected from the pair in their parts of the pitch, greater clarity and confidence have been provided.

Players noted an immediate contrast in training between Gerrard and Emery, with the content of sessions transformed overnight. It tied in with the notion that there was a completely different level of leadership between the two coaches — Emery knew exactly what he wanted, while Gerrard, in comparison, was seen to be looking for a “moment of magic” from an individual player.

Gerrard sat, a broken man, alongside assistant Gary McAllister towards the end of a 3-0 defeat away to Fulham in October last year, with neither man, realising they had reached the end at Villa, offering little direction to the players. The lack of communication became so bad that striker Ollie Watkins — usually a reserved, quiet character — took it upon himself to organise a huddle on the Craven Cottage pitch in a bid to restore some semblance of order.

By contrast, Emery is a constant presence up on the touchline, instructing his team through every passage of play. Figures close to Villa say it is a small window into his all-consuming personality, where those in his inner circle describe him as “obsessive” in wanting to extract each possible marginal gain.

In his early days at Villa, Emery would work on at Bodymoor Heath, Villa’s training ground, until as late as 10pm. His close friend, and now the club’s director of football, Damian Vidagany accompanied him and joked how their nocturnal habits would drive security staff, desperately hoping for sleep, to despair. While those hours have now slightly reduced (Emery tends to work 7am-7pm these days, but is prone to staying later to study for the next game) his intensity has not.

Emery’s exhaustive methods meant getting results quickly was important in terms of getting senior players onside. Players subsequently saw purpose in his prolonged preparations and have continued to adhere to his plans. “He’s naturally confident but he loves Emery,” said a source close to one key player. “The coach always asks him never to be afraid to play.”

The first pre-season under Emery this summer was energy-sapping. Lots of travel (including a three-game U.S. tour) with lots of warm-up matches afforded little opportunity for downtime and pushed players, in terms of physical exertion, far more than they experienced in their one pre-season under Gerrard. There were aches and pains before the final friendly away to another of Emery’s former Spanish clubs Valencia but, among players and staff, there remained total buy-in.

Pushing through physical barriers was illustrated once more in Emery opting to go with an unchanged side on Saturday, less than 72 hours after the final whistle against City. “I was thinking about changing the starting XI,” he said, “but yesterday every player said they were perfect to play.”

Emery wanted to build a best-in-class mentality throughout the club. Senior figures involved in non-related footballing matters at Villa say other aspects are having to play catch-up in matching the progress shown under Emery’s leadership. This was also reflected in Villa’s recruitment, where Emery and Vidagany made concerted efforts not to be content with signing “second-rate” players for the sake of it.

In January, Emery’s first window with the club, Villa wanted to give him one new player and sanctioned the Spaniard’s priority target — experienced Real Betis full-back Alex Moreno. With Emery having no prior knowledge of Jhon Duran and despite Villa being far down the line towards his signing from MLS side Chicago Fire — a deal pushed by their then sporting director Johan Lange — the transfer was only finalised once he’d watched footage of the teenage forward and agreed there was potential that could be refined under his coaching.

Emery’s sacking from Arsenal in November 2019 hurt him deeply, given it was a development he did not see coming. He felt blindsided by the collapse of faith in his project after only 18 months.

Therefore, in his second crack at the Premier League, Emery intended to build a structure around him that was robust enough to withstand dips in form and, more significantly, to forge the club he joined in his image. Both he and Vidagany share the viewpoint that a settled environment is more important than having money to spend.

Co-owners Sawiris and Wes Edens were enthused by Project Emery and wanted to deliver a supportive network. And having watched him guide Villa from the relegation candidates he inherited to Europa Conference League qualifiers in less than a full season, they gave Emery greater autonomy in bringing aboard more Spanish-speaking staff, including president of football operations Monchi.

On Saturday, Emery thanked Edens and Sawiris for their contributions to Villa’s historic run of home form.

The new coach’s influence became increasingly tangible in recruitment and contracts, where he pushed a new deal for Mings, having been won over by the England international after his early reservations. This was the first sign of chief executive Christian Purslow becoming sidelined, and he left the club in the summer.

Similarly, Lange moved away from the day-to-day running of the club to assist the owners in their plans to build a multi-club stable before leaving Villa to join fellow Premier League side Tottenham Hotspur in October. Although he helped to develop Villa following his appointment in the summer of 2020, current staff are so confident in Emery’s project and their standing that Lange’s exit has not been a cause for concern.

Before Emery, neither of Edens and Sawiris attended many Villa fixtures. This changed, however, because of their extremely strong affection for him and because they see a team who are winning. After a recent match, Sawiris was pitchside and clapped every player off the pitch and during the November international break, Emery, Vidagany and Monchi attended a Milwaukee Bucks game, the NBA basketball team co-owned by Edens.

In their desire to give Emery what he wants, Edens and Sawiris’ holding company, V Sports, announced a partnership with lower-league Spanish club Real Union last month. In June, Emery and his brother, Igor, acquired a controlling stake in the club from their native Basque region, who their grandfather and father both played for. Strengthening ties improves Real Union’s footballing set-up, with Villa now in a position to share ideas, including coaching and data — something that naturally appealed to Emery.

Even though there are concerns externally as to whether Villa’s owners are giving too much power to Emery and his Spanish appointments, their unwavering view is that he will succeed and will not be leaving.

“You don’t know how lucky Aston Villa are to have these owners,” said Vidagany. “Coming from a traditional club in Spain to Aston Villa, which is self-proud and has a very big history, the owners understand. This is not easy because the interest of investors sometimes is bigger than the understanding of the club.

“What we found here are owners who are committed financially and embrace Villa’s heritage. We knew from the first moment we were not going to be Manchester City or Manchester United, but we knew that if we are professional and explain the plan, the owners will be committed to the plan.”

One of the first phone calls Emery made before joining Villa was to Vidagany, who initially came with him as his personal assistant. Vidagany is tasked with handling the aspects of management away from the training pitch, connecting multiple departments at the club and ensuring alignment throughout. After the subsequent arrival of former Sevilla colleague Monchi, he and Vidagany take care of transfer negotiations and act as sounding boards for any queries.

Vidagany is a transparent and frank communicator in his dealings with players and agents, informing them via email and in meetings if they should seek another club. This summer, he told certain players they could leave provided they came to Villa with a buyer, outlining the sort of fees the club were looking for in each case.

Emery, Vidagany and Monchi have formed a ‘triangle of power’, and are charged with making the key football-related decisions. They have a close relationship, eating breakfast together and working from a shared office that is split into three rooms. The trio travel to games together on the team coach and although Emery will not make such statements publicly, there is a belief between the club’s three main decision-makers that Villa can be contenders, even if there is a disparity in resources between them and the domestic elite.

Emery has hired several Spanish-speaking staff whom he trusts implicitly, including assistant Pako Ayestaran, who had worked in the Premier League before, under Rafa Benitez at Liverpool from 2004-07 — when they won the Champions League. Ayestaran’s appointment is being regarded as one of Emery’s shrewdest decisions, with his experience adding an alternative voice to other trusted assistants.

Another relied-upon staff member is goalkeeping coach Javi Garcia. While first-choice ’keeper Emiliano Martinez had a close relationship with the role’s previous occupant Neil Cutler, it is understood he is working with Garcia even more. Martinez invited Garcia to the recent Ballon D’or ceremony where he was named the world’s best goalkeeper. Garcia is open to using different technologies and data to vary training and achieve marginal gains in Martinez’s shot-stopping and distribution.

Emery likes to take staff who work at the Bodymoor Heath training ground out for lunch and dinner, which has helped to foster a spirit of unity at the team’s day-to-day home on the northern outskirts of Birmingham.

The support network away from the training pitch has also been crucial in the club providing a stable base for Emery.

Phil Roscoe, who leads the player care department, is well-liked among the squad and their families and is available to help at any hour. Sofia Allen, Villa’s player care officer, speaks multiple languages and has helped new signings from overseas settle in. Diego Carlos, for instance, knew little English when he joined from Sevilla under Gerrard in the 2022 pre-season. The Brazilian centre-back then sustained a significant injury (a ruptured Achilles tendon) in just his second appearance for the club in the August, while having to help his family settle after the move from Spain and find schools for his children. But Villa were on hand to help and subsequently eased the transition.

There is a sense among senior contacts that Villa, in regards to infrastructure, have seriously got their act together in the past year, coinciding with Emery’s arrival. The club now boast a refurbished, state-of-the-art training facility, have an operational inner-city academy complex — though it’s not yet open to the public — and are pressing ahead with plans to increase Villa Park’s 42,000 capacity to 50,000.

Such growth might have not been quite as swift if Villa had been unable to offer the level of stability given to Emery, with observers close to the situation pointing to the current dysfunction elsewhere in the Premier League at Chelsea and Manchester United.

The players were given two days off in the afterglow of their record 15th straight home league win.

That historic feat is another sign of new ground being broken and of the progress being made under Emery and throughout the club.

#unai emery #wish my work meetings were a whole 75mins lol #brb googling how long it takes to be some kind of sports professional so I can work at BMH and have dinner with Unai #aston villa #utv #he’s lighting a fire under my backside too

[villainsimpqueen]

Echos in Paradise Lost

Adam x Reader x Eve

reader is intersex

(My fics are 18+)

(Also there was fan comic of adam holding baby cain which i wanted to use for this chapters cover but i couldnt find it. I just know it had Adam saying "Your my paradise now" To baby cain and I- 🥺🥺😭😭💗💗 I cant believe i didmt save it. I know i saw it somewhere...)

Chapter seven

Months continued to draw by and each one Adam had became very devoted to Eve's care and health. 

Each month his loving life blessed him with the image of life growing inside of her as your stomach grew larger and larger.

With each month passed his wife became more demanding of him, requesting him to hunt certain animals no matter how dangerous they could be for him to strike down with his spear. A nasty five line scar on his side healed by her soothing salves was proof of that when she demanded to have a bear for a super and next day's meal. 

Bruises coloring his backside from when he fell from a tree when Eve whined to him for wanting only the highest fruit as they tasted the sweetest. 

She would even wake him from his deepest slumber in the night, wanting him to leave the warmth of their caved home to gather honey from sleeping bees. 

He would grumble in blooming annoyance or her demands but then seeing the image of her placing her hands to rest on her swollen abdomen that carried a growing child with her soft glowy face as she whined for whatever it was she so desperately needed him to gather or hunt would make his eyes soften and mood shift to a serving one. 

He began waking up earlier as well way before morning's light, not because he had too but simply because he wanted to. He liked the peace he had in the morning where he could lay beside his beloved wife and watch the fire's light dance on her glowing features as she laid beside him. 

She had this glow to her skin, and a shine to her hair that had formed shortly after the ball of life in her stomach had started glowing. Her gentle features became even softer as she slept beside him. He loved waking up to simply admire her and her beauty, before he would get up to find her a filling meal for the day. 

This part of her pregnancy had brought a simple joy to Adam as he carefully prodged  over her swollen stomach before laying a hand on there holding his breath for a moment before he felt the ball of life inside of his wife kick back at his hand. A hush chuckle left him as he pressed his fingers into Eve's stomach feeling the little ones kicking against them. 

The little one had started this development months ago, For eve had been the one to so eagerly show him when the first kicks had started. It wasn't long until she had later told him that sometimes the little ones kicking had hurt.

He wondered how long until they could meet Eves and Your little one.

Adam watched as his wifes sleeping face contorted a murmured groan from her lips made him feel guilty as he softly rubbed at her stomach in apology for riling up the little one from its slumber. He moved to his hands and knees softly kissing her stomach before moving up to kiss her cheek before climbing away from their furred bed making sure she was securely covered in the thickest of blankets  before getting up for the day.

Adam had gotten up early gathering his spear strapping it onto his back with a leather strap Eve had made for him and gathering a woven bag from his wife's hands tie8ng it to his person. 

His wifes soft snores hitting his ears as he turned to watch her sleep, furred blankets bundled around her tightly and some even folded under her stomach cushioning it more from the lower blankets that covered the floor. 

He had stopped in his movements to simply watch her breath and exhale in her sleep, sometimes he allowed his mind to play tricks with him.

 To picture you sleeping beside her, arms curled from behind her, your face buried into the back of her shoulder. 

You would have your arm protectively placed on her stomach protecting the ball of life inside your shared beloved wife. How you open your e/c eyes to look at him tiredly seeing if he would request your help in his hunting. 

He would have requested you to tend to Eve.

Adam shook his head allowing himself to smile fondly at his wife before quietly leaving the cave, heading down to where the air changed tasting of salt and became more breezy, where the forest changed to wide open meadows to golden sandy beaches.

Being on earth allowed them both to learn of new things, like new bodies of water that opened up to new food possibilities. 

 The sound of soothing crashing waves would wash up the beat tasting morsels if you awoke right before the sun just as the first light was peaking on the land. 

He enjoyed mornings like this, where the sky was painted of bright colors and the soothing sound of the washing waves calmed any quells in his soul. He moved down to the wetten sand using his spear to move the sand as the waves washed around it and his feet, as his spear hit softly against what he was searching for he tipped it causing the two shelled creatures to fly from its buried state. He bent over gathering the clam and dropping it into his wifes woven basket before continuing on to gather more.

He would also gather bunches of washed up seaweed for his wife to make soothing salves with and store for when they needed to apply it to wounds or to ichy or sun dried skin, more for his sake than hers. 

He also gathered a few pretty shells for Eve,seeing as his wife had liked making new things she calls necklaces and ear prettys. 

He had thought them to be ridiculous at first but as she made some and excitedly showed him her small collection she made for himself, he found himself taking time to find pretty stones, rocks and shells to take to Eve for her necklaces and ear prettys. 

He reached a spot on the beach that was covered in large stones, a small area having a rocky fire pit he had built with a giant clay bowl he had Eve make for him a few days ago. He had not explained why despite her confusion, not because he didn't feel the need too, he simply had not wanted to excite his wife to lead to disappointment if he was wrong. 

He wondered what made his and Eves hair so stiff and their clothes as well when they left the Beaches waters. 

Then 

Days ago he had found dead fish on the beach,far from the water, stiff and crystallized, but it did not seem like sand had made it so stiff and crunchy, the meat seemed almost safe to eat, had it not been for how unsure he was of it being dead, or what could have possibly ate half of it before he had found it…

so he had Eve make a bowl for him, after he built this fire pit on the beach, he had carried it to the beach and filled it with the salty tasting water and set it over a low flame and left it for days to slowly cook and boil the water.

As he now five days later approached the pit he could see the smoke of a dying fire as he neared it, hoping that his thoughts were correct as he neared the smoldering clay pot, he crouched down beside it moving the branches he set on top to keep it covered and then the large dried withered leaves and peered down inside. 

The brown oranged clay cowl was covered in white crystals all around, not at all like the sand in the beaches. He moved a stone carved blade from his robes folds and scraped it against the white crystals watching how easily they crumbled under his blade, he worked carefully scraping it all around the bowl, crunching them until it was a sandy powder. With a curious look he gathered his blade and brought it up to his face, eyeing it carefully before forking out his tongue to lick at the powder. 

Its sharpening bitter tangy and salty taste melted on his tongue  much too quickly for him to adjust to it, making him sputter and choke as his eyes watered. It was far stronger than the beach's waters and he turned his head far from the clay bowl to spit out the taste from his lips. Despite his clear disgust at the over sensitivity of taste, excitement had filled Adam as his next actions was to cut leather from his robing to place the powdery sand in its middle and bunch the leather around it tying it shut with a thin strap before placing the pouch into the folds of his robes. 

He gathered bowl carrying it back to the waving sea filling of its salty waters and back to the pit, filling it more with wood from the forest he had piled beside it days ago he brought the beach pit to flames once more and left it to gather more large leaves to place on top of the bowl to cover it shut and place wooden logs on top to keep the leaved weighed down and in place. 

Once he had finished he moved on down the rocks that entered the beach's waters, then he gathered more taste morsels to fill Eve's woven basket up with them. 

By the start of noon, Adam was heading back to their caved home. His excitement of the new powdery discovery died as he approached hearing loud piercing shrills of something so tenderly pathetic. 

He pulled open the log door looking inside to find the blankets of their furred bed in disarray, small movement from it as the shrills came from it, but his attention was brought to all the red that stained the blankets, smeared across the cave floor in puddles to a back wall where his scratching eyes finally landed on his wife.

Eve cowardly went to the wall, her hair a mess and clung to her in sweat, her soft sobs wracking her body as she held her knees with bloodied hands, a pool of blood surrounding her.

He approached her first in concern, falling to his knees in front of her, unbothered by the blood that soiled them as he reached his hands to her.

“Eve.” He spoke softly as he tried to reach her only to watch and she coward away from him, her honey eyes opening in panic

“Halt!” She spoke sharply, causing him to father as he stared at her tear stained face.

"Verily, I am tainted, Adam. To lay thy hand upon me would but deepen thy damnation.” She sobbing out in gentle wails as she moved away from him. Though Adam did not understand as he looked upon her, she was covered in blood, so much of it, but she was as she always was, she had no resemblance of a snake. He cupped her cheeks wiping her tears with the pads of his roughen thumbs. 

"I discern no impurity, but rather concern for thy well-being. Art thou injured?” He asked as his eyes moved to the puddle of blood she sat in with worry. 

"To heal this affliction, might salves offer solace to thy wound?” 

His eyes moved to meet Honeyed gold ones that wavered at him, tears falling from their glow but Eve's  did not part to tell him what to do. Another high pitched shrill from behind him echoed amongst the cave walls, making him turn his head to the messy array of blankets, he moved to stand to head towards it when bloodied hands grabbed at his wrist. 

"Prithee, do not, for at the sight thereof, thou shalt deem me unclean, and thus depart. I beseech thee, stay, and forsake me not.” Eve begged, Adam had turned his head to take in her fearful gaze at him, and yet another wail from the blankets gathered his attention as he took his wrist from his and neared the furrs, carefully going on his knees he moved the blankets from the small moving thing and then revolted backwards as he stared into the image of the ball of life he had cherished in his wifes stomach hours before.

It was not of you at all. 

Its skin is unlike the three of you all together. 

Bright red circles burned into its cheeks and eyes open like the snake that had sired it. 

Adam felt disgust move through him as the little fein had an extra limb that moved like a body of a serpent coiling around its one little legs. 

He could hear Eves sobbing behind him, as he turned his head from the little snake in front of him. Its wails echoing over his beloved's wifes sobs and echoing through the cave's walls.

And yet, he did not get up and leave. 

He forced himself to turn back to stare at the little feinds moving towards it and picking it up in a blanket staring down at it, watching how it's yellowed slit eyes morphed to a soft wonderfully familiar e/c. The red cheeks dullen and its inhuman skin changed to a soft light s/c tone. It's the blackened nose of a goat morphing into a soft human like one mimicking your own, The tail wrapped around its leg fading from sight as it looked up at him and cried, wailing for attention and comfort.

Adam turned his head again, closing his stinging eyes, his chest aching with pain and sorrow. 

Not even a few hours alive and it has already lied and played tricks like its  true sire. 

already a true snake. 

And yet Adam did not drop the small thing in disgust. Did not find it in his heart to hate it like he had with its true father, he looked into those little e/c eyes with tears stinging his own as he moved a gentle finger to trace at its small nose it falsified to look like yours, before moving his hand down where little fingers wrapped around it. The little thing stopped all its wailing and stared up at him with gentle soft noises, soft coos of sweetness. 

"Let us bestow upon him a noble name, one befitting his worth.” Adams words hit Eves as she looked up seeing her husband turn to him, the snake wrapped in her husband's arms in the tormenting image it too hard played on her. She looked up at Adam in astoundment, taking in how watery his blazing eyes looked as he looked back down to the snake's sired son. 

"Doth thou desire to bestow upon it a name?” She asked her husband dumbfoundment in her tone with disbelief, he couldn't possibly be so forgiving…

He stared at its little e/c eyes and even though they pained him so, knowing that they were not the little things true eyes, he could not find hatred as he stared into them.

Because he could hear you, as if you were beside him with a hand on his arm, as if your gaze was on the little deceiver as well. 

Yet so adoringly for the child had come from your shared wife and that was all that concerned you, for you would not care if it was not your sired child. For you would see it as your own, like you would for any of his that came from another, simply because you'd see any bastard child of theirs as innocent deserving your love and protection.

“No matter the outcome, love them as if they are mine own, As thine own, and thou shalt always feel my love beside thee.”

And he did. 

His sourching eyes moved to dumbfounded honey ones as a weak smile bit his face and the tears he held back finally fell down his own cheeks, Forgiveness and love so strongly in Adams eyes as he gazed on her lovingly once again looking past her sins and hurt she brought to him. 

"Why, prithee, would I be cruel to withhold a name from our very own son?” 

And she cried, knowing that Earth was no true punishment for her, it was simply the pain she would bring to You and Adam and having to watch you both accept it and her regardless, and the child was simply a forever reminder of it.

Cain.

That was the Name bestowed on his first son. And learning to be a father and a mother to the small son was an experience Adam and Eve found themselves thrown into, for the little one wailed almost all of the time. Screaming for comfort, for food, for whatever it was that it wailed for almost at all hours of the day and worst in the night. 

Both grew envious of the other when one was able to escape the childs never stopping wails to either gather, or hunt, to wash in the stream, or simply needing to get away for a few minutes. 

Eve had been away, towards the creek to wash herself in desperation, She was too worried to speak to her husband, too worried if he would finally look upon her in disgust seeing that she was truly impure. 

Sharp pains dug into her making her cry out as she washed the never ending blood that seeped from her legs.

The pain was similar to when she had birthed Cain into existence but this time there was no child's head finding its way from her legs. She sat on knees and cried, she did not understand why she was bleeding. 

She only felt shame and a need to make sure Adam never found out that she bleeds for no child. 

She sobbed as she walked into the creek sitting down in its cold waters letting it soothe her burning body.

she weeped as she glared at the abandoning heavens, wondering why they must punish her so harshly.  A bitterness towards heaven growing thicker, she had joined Adam with his prayers to the benevolent heavens, which they still did not speak to them anymore. 

Now she was experiencing a pain of no other in her own womb and it weeped out painful red tears down her legs and into the creek's waters. 

The heavens gates turned their backs onto them and she will not forgive them. 

Eve let out a bitter snarl at a sharp pain that stabbed into her lower back bringing her discomfort. 

She had no need to praise cruel beings of her prayers, and she will not utter them a single one for as long as she suffers from childless bleeding. 

She washed herself clean as best as she could, the pains dulling from the soothness that came from the creek. She washed her clothes of the blood letting them dry in the breeze and sun before going back to relax in the chilled cold waters.  She only left it again when her skin was running and pulled on her mostly dried clothing. She was unsure what to do about her new bleeding problem, how she would hide the blood that wanted to run down her legs. 

She walked towards the cave that was their home holding her stomach in slight pain as she wondered how she would possibly hide this from Adam.

hide her shame. 

Her eyes stung with bitter anger as she rubbed them harshly from tears she did not want to shed as she stomped through the trail back to the cave. Until a soft breeze moved past her and what felt as a gentle hand across her back made her pause as the wind blew softly again and soft feeling fingers turned her head to the side, something white and puffy swayed into the grass catching her attention. Bundles of the puffy flowers swayed in the blowing wind letting her near and crouch down slowly to them. Her hands softly plucking some up feeling how bouncy and soft the white flowers were… 

The wind blew again and that feeling of a softly hand grasping her shoulder made her jump as she turned back, facing back towards the creek. She sat there unsure as she spent so much time away knowing that Adam must be going crazy by little Cain's external crying. But the next gentle breeze coaxed her back to the creek where she stared at its cool waters and the bundle of white flowers in her hands. 

Then she wondered if they could hold water. 

She moved to the creek plunging them in watching how the white flowers swelled thickly and when she lifted them by their wilting stems she watched how they dripped. 

The flower heads had tripled in size from the water giving Eve a strong idea. 

She could sew leather together like a pouch and stuff the leather with as many fluffy flowers as needed until she stops bleeding.

She stopped as her excitement for the solution of her problem faded. 

She would stop bleeding right? 

A thought that had worried her as she went back to gather as much of those white fluffy flowers as she could. 

Adam sat outside of the cave trying to carve a new blade with Cain snuggled to blankets between his crossed legs. The child kept crying, bringing Adam to quick frustration as the small thing had already been fed, changed to new blankets and was being held safe in his protection and yet that did not seem to please the selfish thing. His temper grew as each small wail chipped away at his patients, he threw the blade he tried working onto his side as he drugged his tired face into his hands letting out a frustrated yell into them of his own.

"Pray, wilt thou ever cease thy incessant prattle?!” He yelled in frustration moving his fingers to glare at the child in his lap only to met with silence, and wide hurt tear stained e/c looking up at him small sniffles leaving the small thing bringing immense guilt to Adams chest, he moved his hands from his face to carefully run fingers across his sons cheeks wiping the tears.

"Forgive me...Forgive me... Thou art fresh and diminutive... 'Tis unjust of me to berate thee for thine innocence and youth…” He whispered to his small son, watching how his little fingers moved to grab at his own and he allowed the small thing too. 

Adam stared at his son silently watching him, before letting out a weak little chuckle as the small thing tried eating his finger. 

"They would have cherished thee beyond measure…” He whispered, watching how those e/c little eyes moved to look up into his own, making him out softly in agreement to his last statement. 

"Aye, thou hast another akin to us, little one... A…” Adam paused as he did not know what you would be to little cain..He did not want to tarnish your image with wrongful words. He did not know of any words that would fit you, for you were both a mother and father to Cain and choosing one or the other seemed wrong to do so, and thus Adam decided he would create a word for you, to honor your image.

“A parent, Your parent Y/n” He softly spoke as little Cain let out a soft coo upwards at him making him smile at his son. 

"They may not be present in flesh, but their spirit resides within.” He whispered as he moved his finger from Cain's mouth to poke at the small things chest causing the child to let out a smaller squill, his little hands moving to take back his fathers larger finger. Adam chuckled pausing stiffly as a warm gentle hand touched his shoulder making him turn hisneyes away from his son and into the warm honeyed ones of his wife Eve. 

She sat beside him leaning onto his shoulder looking at Cain, her fingers moving through the childs mimicking h/c locs.

"They were always filled with boundless affection for thee, my dear Cain. Their utmost desire was thy happiness, to witness joyous smiles upon thy visage.” His wife spoke of you softly warming his soul as he smiled at her fondly before looking at his son. 

They spent the evening talking, telling his son memories they shared of you, until the little one finally fell into a peaceful sleep letting both them fall into one too under the warm sunny day until hours later they woke to the starry night sky and watched it before taking themselves and cain to bed. 

Cain's first steps were a tremendous day, As it had been at the beach with His father and mother playing in the sand with him. The small toddler coos and makes noises of delight each time His mother and Father handed him seashells to add to the sand pile he was patting high. 

Adam and Eve had sat merely a foot away from him, his mother resting her head on his fathers shoulder, her hands resting on a starting to swell belly. 

"Dearest, might I beseech thee for some clams this eve?” Eve softly requested and Adam let out a small noise. 

“"Do they not bring upon thee discomfort come the morrow?” He softly questioned her as he took his gaze away from Cain's play to her. Eve scrunched up her face at him, crossing her arms as she stared at him. 

“They doth not.” She huffs more in trying to convince herself than him making Adams lips twitch upwards softly before letting another sigh pressing his lips to her forehead before moving up. He swore his wife did not care of her well-being sometimes as he moved to the water kicking the sand with his feet to gather the shelled creatures that she craved for tonight's supper. 

That he will later have to pry open for her and cain to happily eat. 

“Adam..” Eve soft voice did not register as he focused well on his given task.

“Husband! Adam seek!” Eve shouted louder but as if not to startle one as she watched as Cain wobbly tried to stand up. Her eyes moved from.her child to Adam who had not turned, finding herself frustrated but in a panic to get her husband to see the wonderpus thing their little cain was doing. Her eyes fell to a shell near Cain's foot and she carefully leaned taking it as to not startle the little cain before pulling away. 

Her eyes glued to the childs chunky littles wobbles as he bent them, starting to wobble and push upwards to stand. Hsr hands shook, hesitating to grab the small child to help or to pull away to not hinder her son's attempts. 

She looked back at Adam before pulling her arm back before thrusting it forward, feeling the shell leave her palm and into the air for a short while before it nailed her husband right in the back. She heard a yelp leave him making her bite her tongue to not dispel into laughter that would startle young Cain and make him fall, who now was fully standing with a slight wobble. Her eyes darted to see Adam turning before he too froze, eyes widening causing her to snap her own gaze back to cain. 

The child cooed as he shuffled slightly trying to turn his small body around with the dragging of his feet before he faced Adams' direction. A delighted shrill leaves the small boy as he stumbles forwards making Eve yelp to push on her knees to grab him only for him to land on his foot and wobbly fall again to his other. 

Eve rose her hands shaking them as she let out noises of excitement of her own watching Cain take his precious first steps cooing with delight as his wobby arms failed into the air with each small step he took towards his father. Her eyes darted to Adam who had a wide grin on his face as he moved closer to his son getting on his knees holding his arms out to Cain who cooed delightedly to take stumbling steps until he fell forward into his fathers arms. 

Over joyment filled Adams face as he bounced to his feet holding Cain in hisnarms pure bright laughter leaving her husband brightly.

“He walks! He walks!” Adam hollered in pride as he spun little cain around in his arms his eyes finding hers as she found to her feet, moving to her to wrap one of his arms around her pressing his lips to her in silent cheer before pulling away cheering with little cains delighted squeals as he lifts his son into the air.

"Hark! My son doth tread upon his own two feet!” He screams to the ignoring  heavens showing them his pride and enjoyment that they ignored. 

Unbeknownst that one hidden away weeped silent tears of joy in an endless slumber.

chp 8

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[blueraineshadows]

Your ‘Wedding Night’ fic is one of the best things I’ve ever read 🫶🏼 I was wondering if a Part 2 has crossed your mind? I don’t feel like there is enough Seb x MC stuff after Hogwarts and it would be great to capture them at this time 🥰❤️

Thank you so much 🥺💜 I'm so happy how well Wedding Night has been received and would love to write a bit more. I hope this okay, plenty of soft Seb in this one 💚

Sebastian woke to the first pale light of dawn. He blinked a few times and looked down at the warmth of his wife's body pressed against him, her head was nestled near his shoulder, her glorious hair spread across the pillow behind her.

His eyes worshipped the fan of her lashes on her cheeks, the delicate curve of her jaw beneath her ear, and a smirk slowly spread across his lips as he admired the bloom of red marks at the curve of her neck. He couldn't get enough of the little sounds she would make when he sucked her there. He felt the blood rushing to his cock and lifted the edge of the blanket, peeking beneath to admire the soft curves and dips of his wife's body. After six months of marriage, he was still hungry for her, hating any minute spent away from her. It was still a mystery to him how his luck had sent her his way. Without her he would be dead, or worse, he knew it in his bones.

She looked so peaceful in her sleep, but his mouth had other ideas. He caught her earlobe in his teeth and tugged, a hand swirling over a hip to cup her backside. He loved the sight of her arse in those tight little duelling trousers she wore, but he liked it even better naked and in his hands. He gave it a squeeze, urging her closer so that she nudged against his growing arousal. She sighed and shifted, her breasts moving against his chest. He gave a little moan of appreciation, they were next on his kiss list.

She opened one sleepy eye at him. "And what do you think you are doing Mr Sallow?"

He smirked and lifted her thigh to wrap her leg about him. He rubbed his nose against hers, lips searching out lips for soft kisses. "I missed you," he whispered against her mouth.

She half sighed, half chuckled. "I am right here, you know," she protested. Her eyes blinked sleepily towards the window. "Its only just dawn, too, and you kept me up so late."

"I definitely heard no complaints at the time." He bit her lower lip, rolling their bodies so he was above her, grinding his hips luxuriously against her. Her legs welcomed him, her foot sliding down the back of his leg. "Besides, I promised you a whole day of my undivided attention."

She braced a hand against his shoulder with full intentions of shoving her husband off and returning to her sleep, but his kisses had always been the most devilish distraction. MC found herself moaning against his tongue, lifting her hips to welcome the familiar push of his hardness as he filled her to the hilt. She moaned, a spark of devilment making her lips twist into a teasing smirk. "Fuck me," she demanded in a low voice. He loved it when she talked dirty.

It escalated quickly, his thrusts deep and forceful, fingers digging into flesh as they climbed to the peak. MC flung up her arm, her hand braced against the headboard as he pounded, relentless, his eyes hooded and full of fire. He was not holding back. His name burst from her lips in a cry, her eyes widening as her release crashed over her, but there was no respite. She gasped as he shifted, grasping her hips to lift them, fucking her harder, the sounds tearing from his throat were pure animal as he found his own release, collapsing over her, dragging air into his lungs in harsh breaths. She could feel the hammering of his heart where their chests were crushed together. She held him to her, smoothing her hands along his back, waiting for him to speak. Her own heart thumped at the intensity of their desire.

He shifted, lifting himself to kiss her softly. "You drive me crazy, Mrs Sallow."

She smiled, shuffling out from under him, her hands coming up to her breast with a slight wince. Immediately, Sebastian sat up and cupped her face, concern marring his brow. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, of course not," she assured him. She touched her breast again. "Its nothing, just a little tenderness."

His frown remained. "Is it your time to bleed?"

Her gaze softened and she pressed a kiss to his mouth, appreciative of his unfailing care of her. "I am fine, I promise. Although, I do need to visit the bathroom. When I come back you can tell me of your plans for our day together."

He looked unconvinced, reluctant to let her go as she slid from the bed and walked to the bathroom.

Wrapped in coats and scarves, Sebastian held MC's hand as they strolled along the Thames River bank near the ancient Tower. Sebastian looked across at the impressive structure of Tower Bridge. "Its quite something, isn't it?"

MC snuggled against him in the morning chill. "Yes, and no. Nothing will ever compare to Hogwarts in my eyes. I will never forget the first time that I saw it, magnificent against the sky. I had no idea just how much was in store for me."

"So many memories of our time there," he said. He kissed her forehead, frowning in thought. "You know, I'm feeling a little nostalgic."

"You are?" She gave him a curious smile.

"Ive got an idea," he said grinning.

He dragged her to the nearest Floo network portal and, giggling like children, they spirited off to the beautiful landscape of the Scottish Highlands. Hogsmeade, to be exact. Arm in arm, they strolled the cobbled streets they knew so well, bought sugary treats in Honeydukes, and ended up in the Three Broomsticks. They sat at their table, their hands entwined on top of his thigh, sipping at their Butterbeers.

"Its good to see you both," Sirona said. "How is married life treating you?"

They exchanged a look, the kind that two people deeply in love share, intimate secrets in their eyes that only they understood.

"Actually, dont answer that," Sirona said with a grin. "Its written plain as day on your faces, and I for one, am happy to see it. I remember the day you both burst in here after the troll attack, and I could see the spark between you even then. It did not surprise me when you finally married."

They ate at the Three Broomsticks, catching up some more with Sirona, before heading back out, wandering their way down the familiar path towards Hogwarts. MC sighed with pleasure at the sight, the sky clear in the brisk air, no smog or bustling city life to distract from the beauty.

"I remember every moment you know," he said. "Every adventure, every time you knocked me on my arse in Crossed Wands."

She giggled. "Sneaking out at night to the kitchens or the library," she added. She gripped his arm tighter. "We used to take so many risks."

"It was worth it though, right?" He paused to look down at her. "No regrets?"

She thought for a moment. "There are some darker memories, of course. It wasn't always perfect, but I have no regrets." She took hold of his upper arms, the breeze sending tendrils of hair across her face. She looked up at him, her love. "Every moment brought me closer to you, without the dark we would have never found our light. I remember our first kiss, in that very castle, I remember telling our friends that we were courting and how supportive they were. So many beautiful memories and all of them have you by my side. How could I regret any of that?"

Sebastian's eyes had turned glassy as she spoke, he swallowed, his face thoughtful as he gazed across towards the castle. His voice was raw when he next spoke. "Are you happy in London, MC?"

"I'm happy to be wherever you are," she said immediately.

A smile ghosted across his lips but he remained serious. "I mean, is it the right place for us? The way you speak of this place, it sounds like home. Earlier, in Hogsmeade, it just felt right, nothing like London. It just felt like..."

"Home," she said softly. She gazed at the castle now and smiled softly. "Hogwarts was the first time I felt truly accepted as me, and it brought me to you. It has given me so much to be thankful for."

Sebastian held her face in his hands, the pad of his thumb sweeping across her cheek. "You look tired of late," he said. Worry shadowed his face. "Just last week you felt unwell, you were so pale. You have been different, and then this morning you said you felt tender. Are you in pain?"

She could see the fear creeping into his eyes, memories, dark memories of when Anne had been so sick. A lump formed in her throat. How could she have thought that he would not notice these things about her? He had always been so protective, so attentive.

" Oh Sebastian, please, do not fear. I am not in pain, I promise you, in fact, far from it." She reached into her enchanted bag, rummaging about until she found a small package wrapped in brown paper, a silk, green ribbon tied about it. "I have been waiting to give you this, I was saving it for a special moment, but perhaps here where it all began for us is the perfect place."

She held out the box and he noted the tremble in her fingers. His stomach clenched as he took it, the worry refusing to leave. He stared at the cute package wondering what she had given him. At her urging, he tugged the ribbon free and tore at the paper. A smooth white box with a lid was inside, and when he lifted the lid, white tissue paper covered the gift. She bit her lower lip as he pushed aside the tissue paper, her eyes fixed on his face to see his reaction.

He frowned in confusion, his fingers hesitating to pick up what lay nestled in the tissue paper. MC held her breath, hands clasped tightly together. "What..." He stopped speaking, fingers lifting out the little bonnet in deepest green velvet, so soft and delicate. Beneath it in the box were a matching pair of little booties, a silver snake embroidered on the tops of each one. His eyes lifted to hers, wide, not daring to believe what he held in his hand. Surely his heart had stopped, there was no air to breathe. All that existed in that moment were her beautiful, beautiful eyes, and an infant's hat and booties in Slytherin colours. His lips parted but nothing came out. He tried again, but clearly, for the first time in his life he was rendered speechless.

MC placed her hands over her stomach. "Baby Sallow is due to be with us come Autumn," she said softly. "I have seen a doctor and he was happy with me, with us." She caressed her stomach with loving hands.

A shaky breath managed to escape Sebastian's lips. He hadn't moved. MC's bottom lip trembled and she brought her hands to his face, her fingers wiping tears from his cheeks that he hadn't even realised were falling. "You're...you're pregnant?"

She nodded. "I am."

He reached for her, crushing her to him and burying his face into her neck as he lifted her off her feet, the gift box and bonnet gripped tightly in his fingers at her back. A sob escaped him and she held him, stroking his hair, his back. "Are you alright?"

"There are no words," he said into her neck. "I love you. I love you so much it hurts."

He placed her gently back on his feet and moved back to stare at her stomach, a trembling hand reaching to press carefully against it. "I love both of you."

That night, they lay in each other's arms, hands exploring skin with gentle strokes and soft kisses. He held her so gently, his fingers constantly straying to where their child grew within her. He pressed his nose gently below her navel, light kisses peppering the skin. "I want our child to grow up knowing where he or she belongs, MC," he said. "They will have us, of course, but more than that, I want them to have what we missed out on."

"What do you mean?"

He moved to look into her eyes. "Let's go home, to Scotland. We can live there, near Hogwarts, near people who know us. Our child can grow there in clean air, free to be who they are away from this smog ridden, muggle life. What do you say?"

"I say, when do we leave?"

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #mc x sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #mr and mrs sallow

[xblackreader]

Here’s a lil deleted chapter from C’mere Lover Boy! I take tips in bio 😏🤭 ONLY ON TUMBLR

Nacom (Closer)

Attuma x Okoye | 5K+ words | MDNI 18+

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Sharp pounding at Okoye's door shakes her entire house and she seethes as she approaches the entrance. it could only be one person, so brutishly offending her in the early hours of morning.

When she opens the door, Attuma is standing there with a very small, barely distinguishable smile on his face and a large bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"You know, there's no need to knock down my house just to give me some flowers, Attuma," She says, taking the bouquet and smelling the roses. She sighs, The smell is wonderful, but she won't admit that out loud. "You're not going to win me over like this, I don't care how much you try."

"You are very radiant this dawn, sunlight." He said, deep voice sending a giggle up her throat. Okoye covers her mouth quickly, and Attuma's grin widens. He likes to see her smile. She turns into her home and places the flowers on the counter so she can prepare a vase. "I've come to walk you to the palace for today's training. I am always excited to see how you command your army. You have a strong presence, a leader of men."

"A leader of women." She corrects.

"A leader of all." He fires back.

She places the roses and baby's breath in a crystalized vase, the sun sparkling off dew that clung to her living room windows, a testament to the cool, rainy season coming.

"Yes, and if you had not been such a pain in the neck, you might have had the honor of serving under me," She replied, smirking at the thought. He is not so prideful that he won't admit she is his equal, but he is so that he could not serve under her without a fight.

His firm warm chest pressed against her back, and she shuddered when he caged her in with his strong arms on both sides of her, "It would be my honor to be beneath you, in ya'akunaj." He whispered.

Her cheeks flushed hotly as she pushed him away from her, "Attuma," She scolded him, and he shrugged, capturing her waist with only one very large hand.

"I would be a lucky man, but I think you would be luckier if I had the pleasure of having you serve underneath me…” she pinched him and he chuckled. “Or, we could have been ruling the world together. Imagine, the entire surface kneeling at our feet." He said, watching her bend over to put on her shoes, his eyes on her backside. She stands and looks over her shoulder.

"It's not the world that needs to kneel. Come along," She says, gathering her training gear, The door shuts behind her as she locks it and they begin their short morning walk through to the Golden City.

"It is, my love," He replies, his eyes following a bird, flying through the trees, "My heart still pounds when I think of our very first encounter. You are incomparable."

Okoye puffed out her cheeks and turned away from him to hide how giddy he made her feel. "You are talking so much today! Why must you plague me with all your thoughts?"

Attuma smiled crookedly, "I find myself only feeling comfortable enough to speak with you at such lengths. Namora says I never stop talking when we're alone, too. I suppose you are just my closest confidant as of now." And forever, hopefully.

"Am I?" She asked, stopping in front of him, turning on her heel to face him, skin absorbing all the light from the rising sun and he wanted. When she breathed, he wanted. When she spoke, he wanted. "You are so bold, Nacom."

The grunt that left his chest was incensed, and he pulled her in by her waist. "You know how it affects me when you call me that."

"Do I? I hadn't noticed..." She responded, placing a palm on his chest, fingers curling around his collarbone.

This playful teasing and flirting was to become dangerously normal for her. SHe was far too used to the butterflies he sent wild in her chest and stomach, with every tender touch. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her, and his rough hands felt so good. His thumb, circling around her bare shoulder, was a pleasant distraction. They approached the transport ship that would take them directly to the palace balcony.

"You are making this very hard." He said, releasing her when she walked forward, to put her things on the transport. She greeted GRIOT, and told him Attuma would be traveling with her as well.

"What?" She said, coyly.

"Keeping my distance, out of respect for you."

Okoye turned again and placed a finger on his chin. "Maybe I'm testing your restraint, Nacom. I wouldn't want you to lose interest because you got everything you wanted."

He captured her hand in his, and looked over her entirely, "I can promise you, Never."

The doors opened, and the sun shone down on her skin and made her even more beautiful as if she needed any help. He followed her onto the flying ship, and took his seat behind her, looking about the aircraft uneasily.

Okoye took one look at him and snorted, "You're nervous. Of course you are. A great warrior, such as yourself, is scared of a flying boat."

Attuma huffed, slamming a foot onto the ground and shaking the ship. "Not scared. Cautious. How do we know that this machine won't just fall out of the sky? Technology is unreliable, in ka'ane."

"And magic is reliable?" She countered, raising a brow at him. He frowned, knowing she was right. Magic is just as unreliable. She smiled, "We fly to the palace every day, Nacom, it's not a problem. Trust me."

The craft began to rise and Attuma gripped the side railing, his knuckles turning white. "If the ancestors will it, the spirits will watch over us. There is nothing to fear." He said, trying to reassure himself.

She tried not to laugh, she really did. But she couldn't hold it in, "You are cute, my warrior. We'll be there in no time."

"If this falls, Okoye, I want you to know, I have no regrets."

"Shut up! You Talokanil, so dramatic!"

…

Arriving as the Dora Guard greeted them with Wakandan salutes and bowed heads, the two generals made their way to the training room.

"I must train with my guards. They must know how to use their spears in close combat," Okoye explained, her fingers sliding between his own, pulling him with her, "Would you like to participate?"

"If you need me for demonstration, I will make myself useful." He said, under his breath.

"Nacom," A Talokanil guard approached with a Talokanil salute, "Hello, Okoye of Midnight Angels." They greeted politely, shooting a short teasing look at their intertwined hands. "Nacom, Aju' Namora requests to see you for just a moment." The guard says.

"Very well," Attuma replied, and turned to Okoye, "Continue without me. This will not take long."

"Of course," Okoye replied.

When he disappeared, the Talokanil guard approached again and bowed their head to her, "You have his favor." He said, grinning, "I don't mean to speak out of my rank. Just... He does not gamble what he wants, and you, are very much wanted."

Okoye flushed, as the standing Dora on her sides snicker, "Thank you, uh-"

"My name is Ahti." The young man said.

"Ahti. Thank you. Now, please, everyone. Focus." Shee glared, and they regained composure.

The Dora Milaje stood in three rows, opening the door for her the enter the training facilities.

"Phakama ulwe!" She sounded, and the training Dora all took position calling back to her. "Wakanda Forever!"

'Excellent," SHe praised, walking between ranks as she assessed the group. "Good morning ladies!"

"Good morning General," They called back, saluting in unison.

"Now, we will be practicing with the Spear and staff. We will also have a very special guest joining us for this exercise, General Attuma."

The girls all looked about themselves to locate him with haste.

Okoye shook her head, "He is currently preoccupied with work. He will arrive at an agreed-upon time!" She informed.

"I'm certain he'd arrive whenever she would ask it..." One Dora whispered.

"Night or day," Another giggled.

"Girls, focus. He may be a good-looking, strong, charming-"

"Oh Bast," One whispered, and they all fell into giggles.

Okoye sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Yes, yes, he's- Yes." She cleared her throat, suddenly feeling very warm. "Please, let's get started. The faster we go, the faster you can meet him, alright? So, let's start. Spear and Staff. First, a quick warm-up."

Attuma watched them from the doorway. He saw her move and speak and lead. It was so incredibly impressive. Making himself known, he lumbered into the room, stoic and unreadable. Okoye smiled at him, and the Dora all fell silent.

"Imibuliso kuni, Dora Milaje." He addressed the women.

"Good morning, General Attuma." They echoed.

"Good, everyone is here. Ladies, this is General Attuma of Talokan. He will be teaching us a very important lesson on Spear and Staff." Okoye explained, gesturing for him to come closer.

He did, standing beside her and looking over the group.

The group was still and quiet, all staring in awe at his appearance. His blue skin, and imposing aura. "For our first demonstration, I will need a volunteer." She stated, looking them over, "I will not pick, I will wait for a volunteer."

She did not wait long, a few women raised their hands, and Okoye scanned over the group. "Bisola." He said, pointing at a girl at the back.

The Dora approached the mat with confidence and held out her spear, bowing her head.

"Okay, Bisola. What would you say is the difference between General Attuma of Talokan and you?"

The young lady looked over General Attum and his throat rumbled with a grunt, "He is very big, General. Much bigger than you as well."

The girls giggled.

"A proper assessment of General Attuma, Bisola." Okoye warned, "Say you encounter the General on the battlefield-" She starts.

"Bast forbid." One said, causing agreement throughout the room.

"Inzolo!" Okoye commanded, slamming her spear down twice. The room went silent.

Bisola cleared her throat, "He is much larger than me, General. Not human, as far as the eye can see. Heightened strength and appearance." The young soldier looked over his gear. "Heavily armed, and unpredictable."

Okoye hummed, walking around Bisola. "Very good."

Attuma shot a look to Okoye and she responded with a nod.

"Ugwayimbo." She commanded and Bisola struck her spear out, bringing it overhead to slice at Attuma with one movement.

Attuma caught it with his hand and pulled the spear from her, tossing it aside with a clatter and throwing a fist forward, stopping just short of Bisola's face.

"J'ach xaan." He said. "Slow." He translated, and Bisola paled at his massive fist.

"I agree, Nacom." She said, and nodded to him. "But perhaps your guard was down, Bisola?"

The young soldier nodded slowly, embarrassed. "Yes, General..."

Suddenly, her spear was back in her hand and Bisola faced the man towering over her with a new view. He sneered at her and she turned to Okoye.

"Do not insult him again, young lady," Okoye warned. ""Ugwayimbo!"

She lunged at him, and the two began fighting.

Okoye was pleased, seeing Bisola do better than before, she was able to land a few blows and was able to dodge his. Attuma moved with minimal effort, displaying his superior strength in her having to recover from each and every one of his blows. WHen she shot her weight too far forward with a strike however, he disarmed her and brought her down with a kick to her back. She landed on her knees but stood up for another round, and it was called.

"Cease. Oko kwanele." She said, and Bisola moved back and bowed, taking her place in the group.

"I see why you chose them," Attuma commented, and Bisola brightened, pleased.

"The lesson? We are not here to grow used to our sisters in arms. There are new enemies out there every day and you must be able to size them up and take them down. We will practice again, this time, with weapons," Okoye commanded, "You may choose the weapon you desire. Do not choose the same weapon, and if someone has chosen your desired weapon, choose another. There are no rules on the field of war. Understood?"

"Yes, General!"

"Nacom, A word," Okoye said, as the girls began to pair up and pick weapons.

"Of course," He said and walked out into the hall with her. "Yes, Okoye. Did I-?" He began and was interrupted with her hands on his face.

She pulled him down into a kiss, and his hand was immediately on her back, pulling her closer.

It was a few minutes before they came apart, and when they did, Attuma was grinning from ear to ear. A face she very rarely got to see on him. He was so reserved and serious, and even though it made her smile, she did love his more relaxed side.

"My Dora." He growled.

"Hush," She chided, "Not yet." Another soft kiss for them to share and she pet his hair down, fixing his ka'ansaj. "Thank you for helping me... I know you had very few hours to relax before your duties."

"There is no relaxation without you, Okoye." He admitted, and she shook her head.

"So sweet, my man..." He growled and picked her up, causing her to shush him and hold in her laughter. "Put me down! I am trying to work!" She laughed, and he kissed her.

"You are a tease," He said and put her down, watching her fix her clothing. "I will be off now, but I will see you when your training day is complete."

"Okay, will you walk me back home then?"

"Not today, my sunflower." He chided, kissing her hand when she pouted so cutely. "I have something to do, however, I will see you when you return home."

She nodded and he smiled, leaning down to kiss her lips softly, "Be safe,"

"And you as well, my Dora."

She nodded and watched him leave, taking a deep breath and collecting herself. SHe opened the doors and closed them, turning to see...

The entire training Dora watched her with knowing smiles.

"Oh, shut up!" SHe snipped.

The group burst into laughter, and she sighed, shaking her head and getting back to work.

"What was that, General?"

"I don't believe you've taught us the kiss of life..."

"Girls! That's it! Laps! Laps around the training grounds!"

"That's not fair!" "We're going to tell your man!"

"Outside now!"

...

The rain pelted the glass on the ship as she made her way back home. Okoye calmly hummed to herself and thought to herself what she would prepare for her and her bottomless pit to eat. Perhaps a large pot of stew and some rice and fish. He would be hungry, and it would last them a few days. She would make sure he had enough energy to take her on their bed and the floor and wherever else they wanted...

Biting her lips, she repositioned her legs as she landed and gathered her things. How he managed to get her to flustered even when in his absence befuddled her. He was a mystery; charming, handsome, and strong beyond belief. It was as if he was made specifically for her, and she knew just how much he adored her. He never let her forget it.

That sinking feeling in the back of her head whispered that it wouldn't last, but she didn't listen. She deserved this. She earned this.

Her kimoyo beads rang, and she picked up,

"Hey, babycakes sweet cheeks..." Ayo greeted monotone, and she rolled her eyes.

"Really, Ayo?"

"That's how Aneka taught me to say 'hello' now. Where are you?"

"I'm on my way home, it's pouring. So I'll have to run once I land." Okoye said, eyeing the hologram from her beads. "Why?"

"I heard your training seminar was... eventful." Ayo teased, and Okoye scoffed, walking out of the ship and looking around.

"General Attuma assisted me for a short demonstration if that's what you mean." She said, and her friend snorted.

"That's not what I heard."

"And what did you hear?" She asked, putting the keys to her ship away and walking to her home.

"That you had a little 'incident' during training."

"Incident?" Okoye questioned, and Ayo nodded, smirking.

"I heard that the great General Okoye and Nacom Attuma had a little 'battle'."

"It was a sparring session," Okoye answered.

"With your women?" Ayo teased.

"They were doing the lesson."

"A lesson on loud shut-door rendevous'?"

"Ayo!" Okoye snapped and her friend laughed.

"Okay, okay... But seriously, are you happy?" Ayo asked, and Okoye stopped, looking at her.

"What?"

"I said are you happy? You've been spending lots of time with Talokan's General, I just want to know if you're happy." Ayo repeated, and Okoye bit her lip. "No need to answer me now... I just want you to know you deserve happiness, you always have."

Okoye's heart swelled, and she smiled.

"You're a sap,"

"Oh shut up." Ayo snapped, "Now go home and enjoy your evening. I'll see you soon enough, Lord M'baku keeps me preoccupied with his complaints and whining..."

Okoye laughs as she walks up her yard and opens to gate, quickly walking as the rain began to pour generously again. This would be good for her garden at least.

"Tell him to suck it up and talk to the Queen. I'm sure Shuri would appreciate the help."

"Yeah, maybe. Good Bye, Okoye."

"Bye, Ayo." The call disconnected and Okoye opened her door with a sigh, freezing when she saw the display in front of her.

The smell of cooked fish and spices filled the room, and her kitchen had been littered with food. A table had been set and there was a beautiful arrangement of flowers at the center.

She turned, hearing movement enter the room, and found him. Him... Her General. Dressed in his loose sweatpants and nothing else, looking just as surprised to see her and then slightly embarrassed.

"Okoye." Attuma greeted.

"Attuma... What is all of this?" She asked.

"A celebration." He answered, and her eyes widened, "A celebration of our union. I wanted to surprise you."

She stood silently and took him in, kind and compassionate. He towered in her home and he made everything so much better...

"You're wet." He stated, approaching her.

"Ye- I- what?" She said, blinking, and he reached for her face.

"It's raining outside. Your face is wet." He repeated, and she blinked, realizing she was crying.

"O-Oh." She said, and his thumb swiped her cheeks, wiping away her tears. "Y- yes! Yes..."

He graciously accepted this explanation and watched her struggle to remove her wet coat. "Mm... Sorry."

"No." He said simply.

"What?"

His warm hands were felt through each layer of her clothes and she avoided his eyes, ashamed of her thoughts. "You are never sorry, Okoye. Don't be." He chastised softly, his low voice reverberating in her body.

"Oh... Thank you, Attuma."

"Hm." He said the fire crackling in the corner made this even warmer than necessary. He was close enough to feel the heat from his skin and her mind wandered to what she was thinking of when the women interrupted.

"You have a good day today?" She asked, and he nodded.

"I had to report the success of our mission to Namor, however, your Queen has made the process more efficient and less taxing on the mind." He explained. "It was easier to report the information rather than have me relay the information myself."

"That's good."

"But you don't care." He said and she furrowed her brows at him.

"Of course, I do! WHat do you mean?"

STepping towards her, he backed her gently into her front door, closing her body in with his as she gasped. He was close, too close. "I can see how your eyes are following my hands and lips. You don't care about my day, and neither do I. We're here now." He pointed out, his eyes focused and trained on her face, taking her in, and his voice was deep and rumbling as the thunder. The thunder shook her house when his hands slid up to remove her shirt, leaving her bra. Her chest heaved and her eyes never left his. He smirked and moved, and his teeth scraped her ear. "I've waited all day for you, and I don't want to hear you say another word about the mission or training. It's a waste of time."

"Attuma..." She whispered, arching her back so her hands could capture his jaw.

"Come." He said, ignoring her pout. He pulled her away from the door and removed her boots and pants, and she tried did the same to him. Soon, she was in just her underwear and standing in front of her couch.

"Lay." He commanded and she sat, watching him place a blanket over her shivering body. He stepped toward the kitchen and she grabbed the remote for her television, turning it on.

"Here." He said, and she raised a brow, watching him. He returned to her side, presenting a plate of steamed vegetables and rice, and a large piece of fish. "You'll feed me, Attuma?" She asked softly, placing her legs over his thighs and pressing herself as close to him as possible.

"If you allow it." He said, and her heart fluttered, taking the plate and fork and beginning to cut the fish.

"Well, thank you. I'm famished." She said, taking a bite and groaning, chewing slowly. He pulled the blanket to swaddle her completely and smiled warmly when she reached up for a kiss.

"Mm." She hummed, pulling away. "Tastes amazing."

"Does it?" He asked, and she nodded, placing a hand on his pectoral muscle.

"So do you." She said, and he chuckled, cutting more so she could take bites.

"Mm." He fed her more, chuckling when she gasped as her favorite drama came on the television. "A new installment too." He commented, and she turned to him with stars in her eyes.

"You... planned this whole day?" She said, and he nodded.

"Every part. I want you to be happy."

Okoye tucked her chin into his chest and kissed his lips when he dipped his head, "I am..." I am happy, Ayo... "You make me so happy..."

He nodded and took the plate from his lap, placing it on the table. "We will watch this, and finish dinner after."

Okoye broke free of the blanket around her and captured his lips in another deep kiss, wrapping her legs around his hips.

"Thank you."

"No thanks needed."

"I-I'm serious. This is the most romantic night anyone has ever given me." She said, and he sighed, looking at her. "Then it is good, I am here now to offer you even more than this."

"Attuma..." She whispered, looking from his lips to his eyes.

"Yes, in reina?"

Her hips rolled into his, and he choked on a groan. "A- Attuma..."

"Yes, Okoye?"

"I... I need you." She whispered, and he blinked, nodding slowly.

"You have me, I am right here."

She rubbed her small hands down his abdomen and gently traced the raised scar tissue with her fingers. "I want to thank you properly..." SHe whispered, dismounting his lap to sit between his knees.

"In reina... Your show... You'll miss it."

Okoye ignored him, placing a kiss on his belly and grabbing the remote to turn the TV off. "That's not my concern right now..." She said, running her hands down his thighs.

"What are you doing?" He asked breathlessly, and her nose pressed into his soft stomach.

"I want to make you feel good." She whispered, clenching her thighs together. "You make me feel good, I want to return the favor,"

"Okoye-"

"No, Attuma. Let me." She said, and his hands reached under the blanket to rub her back, "Just let me be your woman."

He groaned when her fingers pulled at his boxers, "You are a temptress, In Reina..."

"Am I? I'm sorry..." She feigned an apology, nipping just above his pantline.

"Your touch." He confessed, "Your kiss. Your skin against mine. You're a beautiful creature and I can't keep my hands to myself."

"Then don't." She whispered, and he grunted as her hot breath tickled the thin hair on his belly. His chest widened further when he placed his arms over the back of her sofa, clenching his jaw in a way that made her whimper at the sight of him.

"Okoye... " He ordered, and she moaned, pulling her legs under her to kneel in front of him, and put her hands on his waistband pulling slowly.

He watched her breasts bounce in the confines of her black bra, and licked his lips.

"Are you going to stop me, my warrior?" She asked, and he growled.

"No."

"No? You'll let me take your clothes off, and not touch me?"

Attuma faltered, his eyes dark and steely. "What is it you want?" He growled.

Okoye nuzzled the front of his pants, smiling when he thrust his rapidly growing erection in her face. "Command me, Nacom..."

His voice was thick when he spoke again, "You are playing a dangerous game, my flower..."

"It's not a game, I promise you," Okoye said, "You always hold back with me... It's insulting." She said, feigning a sweet purse of her lips.

"I am not weak."

"And neither am I, Attuma. I can take what you have to offer. Command me. Make me yours..."

His eyes grew dark and she could feel him straining through the thin fabric of his boxers.

"Unburden me," Attuma growled, and Okoye did, pulling at the strings of his pants until his thick and heavy erection bounced against his belly.

She licked her lips and swallowed thickly, running her hand from his navel to the tip.

"My lord... My protector, my provider..." She whispered, and his body clenched, "Tell me what you want, Nacom.."

Attuma's jaw was clenched tight and he thought for a moment. "Take that wretched covering from your breasts. Let me look my fill."

She reached behind her, undoing the hooks and tossing the fabric onto the table, her chest rose with every breath and he leaned forward to capture both breasts in his hands, massaging them with his fingers and thumbs.

"So beautiful, my warrior..."

"You flatter me." She teased, and he grunted.

"Bring your body to my cock, I want to see and feel my prize please me."

Okoye bit back her smile, whining when he released her breasts. "Yes, Nacom." SHe sat forward and let his heavy member rest in between her tits, and his nostrils flared.

"By the Gods..." He grunted, and she began moving, squeezing him with her chest and rubbing her nipples on her thumbs.

"This is good?" She breathed, with lidded eyes.

"Yes. Very." He said, and his hand came to her cheek, caressing her jaw.

Soft lips went to kiss his tip and he began lazily thrusting himself between her breasts, squeezing her torso with his thighs. He shuddered and groaned, watching her nipples harden and her lips glisten.

"Beautiful creature, you are." He praised, and she lowered her eyes.

"Nacom."

"Do not hide, Okoye. Let me see those eyes."

Her eyes came up and her body shivered. "Yes, Nacom..."

"Good." He whispered, and his hands went to his erection, rubbing the tip on her lips, lining it with her tongue when she opened wide for him. A beautiful sight.

"Do you like the taste of my manhood?"

"Yes, Nacom. Very much." She moaned, before closing her lips around him, sucking the tip of his cock.

He groaned, and pushed more into her mouth, grunting when she gagged slightly. "You can take more, I know you can." He whispered, and she nodded, swallowing him whole.

"Ah... yes." He hissed, reaching forward to grab the back of her neck. "Such a good girl."

She moaned at the praise and looked up at him. "Nacom... I want to please you."

He growled, and pulled her forward by her neck, pushing her deeper onto his cock. Her pitiful gagging and frantic taps on his leg doing nothing but encourage him. "Put your hands behind your back, woman."

With a hm, that sent his hips into overdrive, she grasped her own ankles behind her and let him have his way.

"Such a good girl, Okoye... So good to me."

She choked, and her eyes watered, but she held her position, even when her jaw began to ache. Her slurping and moans, made his abdomen tighten, but he never tore his eyes away from her.

"Okoye..." He called, and her eyes looked up at him, steeping, with a muffled moan. He pulled her off his cock and rubbed himself in his own hand, watching as he dwarfed her efforts to take over.

"Nacom...?"

"Shh, my sweet. Let me have my way."

He groaned, and she crawled forward, licking her lips.

"You taste amazing, my lord..." Her pretty lips kissed their way down to his balls, sucking and licking as his chest rose and fell rapidly with the new stimulation.

Her waist was grabbed before he could finish and she whined in protest, but her hips were pulled forward and he spread her thighs wide over his lap, her bare cunt dripping on his thigh.

"Okoye, my beauty..." He purred, and her hands went to his shoulders.

"Please, Attuma."

"I will give you anything, my flower."

"Your seed. Your heart. Your name, Nacom. Give them to me.."

"My heart is yours, my love." He said, roughly handing her backside over her panties. "It always will be. Turn around and present yourself to me."

She obeyed, standing before turning around and bending over. He growled, pulling the offending garment to the side, revealing her to his eyes. Her pussy clenched when he blew hot air on her, and her cheeks blushed.

"Please..."

"So pretty..." He whispered, before pressing his tongue against her. She squeaked, and he did it again, flattening his tongue on her opening and licking. He slapped her backside, sending a pleased hum when it moved under his palm like water. "My name will be the only one you'll ever call in your moments of weakness, Okoye."

"Y- yes, Nacom..." His words were harsh, but his tone was gentle. His hand stroked her skin, and her thighs shook. "My body is yours. My mind, my heart, my soul... Take it." He grasped her hips and brought her to sit on his member, spreading his thighs so she could take him inside.

Her mouth parted in a silent gasp and he leaned forward, his hand reaching in between her legs to stroke her clit.

"Oh, Attuma..."

"I know, my queen." He smirked, "Do you feel me inside you?"

"Yes, yes..." She moaned, and he pulled her hips closer, pushing himself deeper.

"Ride me, Okoye. Bring me to completion and I will return the favor."

His voice was a harsh growl and it made her shiver.

"Mm, yes, Nacom." She said, and he watched as she lifted her body, squeezing her thighs with his knees, her arms stretched out behind her, grasping his legs. She moved her hips in slow circles, biting her lips as his tip grazed her G-spot and forced her knees to shake.

LArge hands grasped and spread her ass to his gaze, and he slowly began to bounce her up and down his length. "You are so beautiful, my warrior. My love." He purred, and his words made her eyes squeeze shut. She turned to look over her shoulder and gripped his strong thighs in her hands.

"Oh, Yes..." She moaned, and he growled.

"Say my name."

"Nacom... Please." She begged, and he grunted, bouncing her harder. Their flesh slapped together over and over again as he moans grew in fervour and his grunts grew more and more animalistic. His thighs spread widerm rocking as he let her have her way, slamming down to take him to the hilt and squeeze him just right.

"Please, what?"

"Make me cum. Cum inside of me." She whined, and his fingers dug into her waist.

"My name, my queen. Say my name, and you'll get your reward."

"Nacom, my ruler, my man... Make me yours."

His teeth found her neck, and her walls tightened around him, her thighs shaking.

"I will give you everything and more. Just say my name, my woman, and it will be yours."

"Y-yes, yes... Ah-!"

"Who owns you, my love?" He grunted, his hand grasping her throat.

"Att- aah! Attuma!" She cried out, and her hands grasped his wrist, her walls squeezing him as he pounded her from behind, his cock throbbing inside her.

"Take it all, in yaakunaj." He grunted, rocking his hips to fill her entirely, rubbing her stomach as it swelled slightly.

"Ah, my man..."

"That's right. Who is the only one that can please you?"

"You, Nacom..." She moaned, and he smirked, leaning over to press his lips against her spine.

"Who is the only one who can make you scream and beg, hm?"

"You, Attuma."

He growled, and pushed her down to bend over the couch, grabbing her thighs and spreading them. She gasped, and tried to close her legs, but he held her there, staring down at her bare and glistening sex. Watching as thick cum, dripped out over her thighs and collecting it on his fingers, to push back in.

"Beautiful..."

"Attuma..."

He looked up at her, and her face was red, her eyes looking down. "Is there a problem?" He commanded.

"No, Nacom... You are too far away, Nacom. Come to me." The rain slowed down, pittering off the windows once again.

He stood up, His face lit up with a grin and he moved, setting down to meet her face. "I love you, Okoye. I desire you entirely" He murmured, and she sighed.

"I know. I love you too..."

His shock froze them both. He looked into her eyesand she nodded, tearing up slightly.

"Really?"

"I... I am not ready for anything superbinding yet. But... Yes, I do." She whispered, welcoming him into her arms when he surged forward, lifting her up and twirling her in his arms.

"You will not regret this, Okoye." He purred, and pressed his lips against hers, her feet still dangling above the ground.

"Attuma, put me down! I'm naked!"

"I've seen it before. It's very nice."

She giggled, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "You're not too bad yourself, but you have to stop making fun of me. It's not gentleman-like."

"You weren't complaining just minutes ago, when i ravished you."

She gasped, and swatted his shoulder. "You did not."

"Oh? Shall I show you again?" He chuckled, and pressed his lips against her neck, feeling her pulse.

"You are a menace, Nacom." She said, but she didn't stop him.

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[skullpie]

3:37 pm

tatta x fem reader smut

[cw: tummy bulge, riding, spit, the l word, doggy, begging, creampie, spanking]

you ride his dick, slowly, letting the shaft drag along your walls in deep strokes. tatta’s head is thrown back against the head board, an arm thrown across his eyes and forehead like it’s too much for him–and it almost is.

you let your hands slip under his tshirt, gliding up and caressing his torso. his skin is hot, and he squirms at your feather-light touch. you brace yourself by planting your hands firmly on his chest just underneath his collarbones.

he moans at the slow pace. it sort of makes his brain go fuzzy. he’s never felt this good before and you know this. his mouth hangs open in an o shape. you look down, watching him slip in and out of you deliciously when you notice you can see the imprint of the movements in your belly.

the sight alone causes you to groan, and you speed up suddenly to watch the outline of his dick move. when you change pace, tatta jolts, not having expected the speed change. this makes you giggle.

“baby look,”

you urge, reaching up and moving his hand from his face, which is scrunched up in pleasure. is eyes flutter open, and he directs his attention down to where your bodies connect, following your eyes, and he lets out pathetic whimper at the sight of it.

“look at how deep you are.”

still holding onto his hand, you bring it down to your abdomen, applying pressure which makes tatta throw his head back again, knocking his head against the head board.

you roll your hips in a circular motion, eyes still trained on the bulge in ur tummy when he takes his hands and snakes them up your body, squeezing your hips and slipping them underneath your bathing suit bottoms to squeeze your butt.

“god,”

he groans, sitting up more. he grips your back side so tightly but makes no move to guide your movements, though you wish he would. you look back up and make eye contact with him. his face is flushed red and what little you can see of his hair peeking out from underneath his cap is sticking to his forehead with sweat.

you lean down, still grinding your hips, and begin pressing open mouthed kisses to his neck, sucking and licking his skin while he writhes under you. you travel up, kissing him on the mouth and reaching a hand up to yank his hat off of him so you can run your hands through his hair.

“love you so much.”

he manages to get out between the kisses. you feel his dick twitch inside you when you bite down on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, and he bucks his hips uncontrolled at the feeling.

you yelp at the sudden movement, pulling away from the kiss. you see his face shift into an apologetic expression. he thinks he’s hurt you for a moment, but before he can apologize, you stop him when you spit onto your fingers and reach down to rub your clit.

“do that again, please,”

“what?”

normally you’d find his obliviousness cute and all, but when you’re approaching orgasm, you feel frustrated.

“tatta, fuck me,”

you keep rubbing at yourself, watching the gears sort of turn as he processes the request-no-the demand. and, once again, he’s cute, but he’d be cuter if he was drilling you right now instead of thinking about logistics.

"please pound my pussy, wanna cum for you,”

your lewd language flusters him, but lights a fire in him.

“want you to come for me too.”

you add, leaning down close to his ear.

at your words, tatta groans, then slips out from underneath you, causing you to fall forward, chest pressing into the mattress. he’s behind you now, and you feel him caressing your butt briefly before he’s yanking your swimsuit bottoms all the way off, and pressing his hard dick into your backside.

you whine, wiggling your ass in an attempt to gain friction, but before you know it, he’s in you again, pounding your cunt with a speed you hadn’t expected out of him, causing you to let out a guttural moan.

“oh my god, yes.”

you pant, gripping the sheets. though you can’t see it, his eyes are trained on his own dick sliding in and out of your pussy.

“you’re so good.”

he praises, raising a hand to push his hair out of his face. when his hand comes back down to grip your hips again, he lands it much harder than he means. you expect him to apologize, but you realize your words must have gotten to him more than you thought when he does it again, intentionally this time, and harder.

“you’re so perfect, angel.”

he compliments again, smacking your ass again and again, fixated on the way it turns red and jiggles when he does so. you feel your stomach sort of knotting, getting tighter, and the pleasure you feel increases.

“tatta ‘m so close please please please.”

you don’t exactly know what you’re begging for. you know he’d never stop–he’s not the edging type–but you feel so good and your brain is so fuzzy that the words come spilling out anyways.

“yeah, gonna cum for me?”

he asks, and hearing him talk so dirty almost pushes you over the edge alone. you whimper an ‘mhm’

“where should i cum?”

he asks, sincerely, and you can tell his confidence he’s gained in the short time beings to fade once he becomes unsure. you think (as much as your foggy mind will allow) and pleasure takes over when you answer.

“inside. give me your cum. need you to fill me up.”

it doesn’t take more than a couple strokes after that for tatta to shoot off inside you, shaking from orgasm. the feeling of being filled with his load pushes you over as well, and you’re open-mouthed moaning into the sheets beneath you.

you both stay there for a moment, breathing heavily and coming down from your orgasm highs. you push yourself up onto your hands, prompting tatta to finally slip out of you. he watches his cum drip out of you, and almost gets hard again from the sight.

you roll over onto your back, and see him still kneeling there, hair messy and skin flushed. you smile up at him. he flops down next to you, also on his back.

“hmm i need you do that again sometime.”

“do what?”

“fuck the shit out of me.”

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[atrwriting]

control -- aemond x highborn!fem!reader

ok a few NOTES because im feral 

1) i literally called the last chapter “chapter nine” when this is chapter nine everywhere i posted it and im too lazy to change it but im so embarrassed

2) this is slowly turning into a porn with plot story but honestly the world is bleak and if this brings me joy to write and this bring you joy to read so be it

3) this is barely edited we die like men

as always, warnings, because we don’t fuck around:  SMUT!, dubcon because no one can actually consent in this universe, anal, fingering, dirty talk, possessive aemond, aemond is a toxic fuck, talk of rape/assault/sexual harassment, domestic violence

and now, the actual chapter nine: 

when the prince had said you two were going for a ride, you thought he meant his dragon. to your surprise, he meant horseback.

“my wedding gift to you, wife,” he stated, holding the reins to a beautiful dark black mare.

the excitement of the sight before you took over as you sent your husband the biggest smile and immediately approached the mare. you had ridden before, sure, but you had never had your own horse like your brothers had. this horse, your horse, was soft to the touch, but you could feel her muscles ripple underneath her coat. she was sturdy, and you knew you would feel safe.

“thank you, husband,” you replied, grinning at him. “she’s beautiful.”

“don’t let her fool you, wife,” your husband warned. “i picked her because she has a fire in her eyes that rival yours.”

you smirked. “i see you enjoy many things under your palm that wield such flames, my prince.”

aemond smacked an open palm onto your clothed backside. you yelped before he pulled you in by the hip and slammed your mouths together. he shoved his tongue past your lips and danced with your own tongue. there was passion in each movement of his, but he was gone shortly after he began and left you feeling empty.

aemond, in turn, smacked the backside of your horse. she did not like it as much as you had when he had done it to you. aemond didn’t care, though, he just walked towards his own horse.

you, however, couldn’t help but stare as your horse flung herself back onto her back legs. she stood sturdy, and began to flail her front legs in the air as she let out a loud cry. the sun had caught her beautiful dark color as her hair flowed in the light breeze, and she came down back to the ground with a loud thump. she was silent then, save for a few frustrated grunts, but then she eyed you.

sizing you up.

“he can be big and mean, can’t he, girl?” you smiled, avoiding eye contact with your husband.

she whinied.

“you’ve handled worse, though, haven’t you?”

she said nothing.

you laughed. “i as well.”

you hopped on, and rode with your husband. there was nothing like the same wind flowing through your long brown locks like the ones that you had seen swoosh through your horse’s. she was sturdy, and road hard and as fast as she could. her strength tested yours, and it would be naive to claim it was easy to let her know you were a match made for her. you would have to earn her, and you knew she was right to treat you as such.

her ride was difficult as she swung you from side to side, and you heard aemond’s laughs over the galloping of the multiple hooves. he saw her rejecting you, and he was laughing at you for it. you sent him a sneer.

asshole.

you’d show him.

you took off then.

you found it easier to have her weight distributed evenly when she was galloping quicker and harder. your shoulders were tense and your thighs were tight around the saddle, a good foundation to fight on when you need to prove those around you wrong. you didn’t need to prove your enemies wrong, or anyone for that matter, but gods be damned if you would also let a creature such as the one beneath you believe that you were not a match for her.

you may not be able to show the men around you what exactly you were capable of, but at least you would know that your own strength would not be trifled with.

your focus was only the view before you, a path of dirt, greenery, and several trees before it had shifted. a glare of blinding white hair was beginning to sneak its way into your peripheral vision, but you paid it no mind. you tried to ignore it and focus on the beauty before you and the promise that it was for strength and freedom. that was until it had found its way past your peripheral, and into your direct line of sight… in front of you, only yards away.

you yanked on your mare’s reins. “my prince!”

the prince dropped from his horse and began to stomp towards you. he only had one eye, and therefore when it glared it should not have been as intimidating as if he had two, but gods be damned if it wasn’t the most threatening thing you had ever seen. what were you to do? nothing. he was your husband. he was not another woman. you had to address him. you had to respect him… if you wished to breathe.

you dismounted your house and held your chin up high.

he yanked you by the upper arm.

“how dare you!”

your brow furrowed. “how dare i?”

“granting you a horse was not a grant of pure freedom, wife,” he spat, eye wild. 

it was the first time you ever bared your teeth at your husband. you could not help the way no amount of oxygen in your lungs would suffice as the breath that left your lips was red and hot. pouring onto his face, you scorned him, because the man refused to give you any personal space as he forced himself so close your body.

“i have never asked you for a thing, but i have given you everything i could and more,” you spat. “and yet you spite me by believing that i would attempt to run away, with you next to me? do you think I am a fool?”

“i do,” he spat. “i fucking do, you insolent witch-“

“i would not leave you!” you snarled with wild eyes. “i am your wife!”

he wrenched you harder then. he tore you from whatever foundation you stood on before and forced you into his close proximity with his hot and heavy breath fanning across your face. his eye, consumed with emotion, was wild as it glared upon you. however, it was not filled with rage as you suspected… but fear.

“escape?” he spat in disbelief. “you think i fear your escape?”

you crunched your eyebrows in confusion at the man before you.

through gritted teeth, he spat once more, “i dare you to find a man that could make you feel more like a woman than I could, my lady wife. i find you absolutely insolent and irrevocably fucking small-minded because you ran from my protection!”

you did not answer. you could not find it in yourself to respond as you could not put your pretty finger on the true meaning of his words. when realization did not show on your face, that made your husband angry. so angry. so angry that the dragon before you flared his nostrils  and grabbed for your throat, wrenching you towards him.

“i lost my beloved boy, and you dare taunt me with the possibility that the one thing i have found even the smallest amount of peace, your company, will be taken by the same men that took my boy? how dare you?!”

your lips parted in realization as your eyes melted before him.

“don’t you fucking dare give me that fucking look, witch!”

you raised a small, shaking hand to cup the wrist that belonged to the hand that held your delicate, soft neck. his grip did not waver, but the side of his upper lip did quirk in anger. you shifted uncomfortably in his grasp, hoping to draw some space between his fingers.

“you’re hurting me, my prince,” you struggled to gasp out, reaching for his forearm. 

“i’m hurting you?” he asked sarcastically, slightly tightening his grip. 

“please,” you gasped once. 

“you resort to begging now?” again, his grip tightened. “how fucking pathetic.”

“my prince-“ you breath was running so short you could barely fight the cough that was threatening to squeeze through his grasp. “my prince, please-“ 

“do you think those men cared when my son begged for his life?” he asked, anger dripping from bud words. “do you think they would care if you would beg for your life?” 

tears were slipping from your eyes as you struggled in his grasp. your voice could no longer utter pleads for mercy, so your eyes did their best. however… there would be no mercy from him. 

“they wouldn’t!” he roared. “they’d cut off your head after they raped your barely breathing body! do you still wish to run from me, princess? aye? from the man that would tear out throats for his kin?” you were not only struggling to keep breathing, but now your wits about you. “for you, my sweet, fucking stupid wife?” 

you beat at his chest at this, but to no avail. 

“shall i show you, here, on the forest floor, what they might do to a pretty face and body like yours?” he spat. “my own brother would not be able to harm a weak body like this because those men would leave you unrecognizable for even wild animals like him.” 

he threw you to the ground then. your mare had kicked at the dirt, and moved towards your husband’s horse who was nibbling on a nearby bush. your husband wasted no time in barreling towards you, an expert at intimidation tactics it seemed. small gasps we’re leaving your lips as you tried to regain your breathe and prepare for more blows to your body and to your ego. 

“i know you feel it, too,” you gushed, as he bent down to hover over you. his knees were planted on either side of you, as were his hands on the sides of your head. 

he spat, “what nonsense are you speaking of, woman?” 

“how crushing the feeling of duty can feel,” you spoke. “to the point where you only see relief in small moments. like on vhagar.”

he clenched his jaw, but his eye did not soften. “duty? what duty do you feel the need to flee from, wife?” 

“i am not fleeing your side, that i am certain of,” you spat. “however, it is crushing to be a woman at times. i receive tastes of strength and vitality that men beneath me are welcome to. i enjoyed the feeling of adrenaline while riding the mare because i was not a small woman, but someone with focus and speed.” 

he lifted his chin at you then, staring down at you from his nose. 

“you are not the only one that has found peace in this union.” you reached up to cup one side of his jaw in your hands, letting a thumb ghost over his cheekbone. “i was not running from you. i wanted us to ride together.” 

his voice was low as he spoke, still eyeing you. “admit it was wrong to wrong from my side.” 

you laughed at that. “please. you could find a new wife if i was cast down.” 

he smacked your hand away at that. he grabbed your wrist in one hand and held it between the two of you. he bared his teeth, like the animal he was, standing over his prey, and you sucked in a sharp breath at this action. “you infuriate me, do you know that?” he seethed. “i have held your company for almost a moon cycle’s time and you make it your duty to find a way to settle under my skin with an unpredictable action. you can play the part in public, but in private, hmm? you curse me, threaten me, fight and ride better than some men and all women i know, and now flee? without realizing the distress it may cause? and then scoff at me, as you lay defenseless on the floor of the forest?” 

he stood then, leaving you on the ground. your husband’s height loomed over you as he blocked the sun’s rays from above. he spat, “find your own way back then. or don’t.” 

he was quick to stand up and begin his walk from you, but you were quicker. you whirled around him to stop him in his tracks. standing before him, you grabbed both of his sleeves to hold him in place. not that it would do much good — if aemond targaryen wanted to move you, he’d just fucking move you. but he stayed in place.

“i could find my way back with little issue, my prince,” you stated. this wasn’t to say you were an excellent tracker, you just noticed he basically took you in a straight line from the castle stables and into the woods. “but i would rather do it at your side, like how i wished we could have rode hard and fast together.” 

he pushed out a huff from his nostrils. “you took off like a wild animal.” he sucked his teeth. “you are supposed to be a princess.” 

you raised an eyebrow at him. “obedient women do not satisfy you, husband. this i know.” 

“this you know?” he remarked. “how do you know i don’t have a thousand women sucking my cock, or bent over tables, when you’re too preoccupied in that little head of yours, hmm?” 

you narrowed your eyes at him. “because you would find more pleasure in your brother’s company if that were true.” he pulled his wrists from you and stepped closer. before he could respond, you kept going. “and i find pleasure in your company because i think you are a good companion, husband,” you gushed, pleading with your eyes and your words. “i meant it when i said you are not the only one who has known peace from our marriage. i… i was so afraid of the idea of you… but then i met you…” 

he laughed, loud and dark. “you were worried the kinslayer would rip you in two, aye?” 

it was the first time you two had ever spoken of it that plainly. you tried to find the words, but it was so hard to think about something that traumatic happening at the hands of your husband. he glared at you, but his eyes awaited a response. when you had no words to say, only a stupid looking open-mouth and watery eyes, the prince almost turned to leave. you grasped his arm once more, and pulled him towards you. 

“stop walking from me!” you attempted to seethe, but it came out more as a cry. “i waited until i had spent enough time with you to drum up my own conclusion of what i think of you, and while you can be a royal asshole, i like being your wife, aemond! please, please don’t walk away…” 

“and yet you run from me,” he remarked with little hesitation, and no concern for your pleading. 

“you’re the only person who’s ever given me agency, aemond,” you replied. “i am an outsider, and yet you gave me responsibility, a dagger, a mare… i wouldn’t run from you. not every woman is like your half-sister and believes that they can just-just… make their own way, as if they wouldn’t need permission from a man to do so.” 

he narrowed his eyes at your statement then. “a woman as insolent as yourself does not believe a woman should rule?” 

you scrunched your eyebrows at him. “husband — i have never believed rhaenyra targaryen should rule.” 

there it was. the truth. the first time you had ever been asked your honest opinion about the subject matter by someone who genuinely wanted to know what you would say. 

“why is that?” he asked, evil playing from his tongue. “she should be your hero.” 

you scoffed before you eyed him. “you know it is not fitting of a woman of my station to speak ill of a member of the royal family.” 

“you husband is asking you why,” he spat. “your lord husband, the prince, is asking you why. answer me.” 

you hesitated as you stared at him. dragon fire danced in his pupil, and you weren’t sure if it was safe to bait him. “her bastards and her lovers are of no consequence to me, husband. i could not care less.” 

he narrowed his eyes at you and stepped closer. “tread carefully when i ask you why, wife. now elaborate.” 

you huffed. “my father used to tell me stories of when he was asked to sponsor her betrothal tours, nameday celebrations… i found her actions prideful. she is prideful, husband, but lacks the intelligence needed not to hurt herself and the ones she loves when she is acting selfishly.” 

aemond let out a hardy laugh at that. “that pride was what caused the riff between her children and i.” 

you looked away from his face at that and hit your lip. what were you supposed to say? oh, is that why you killed your nephew? instead, you ventured, “i suppose that means they were not very nice to you as children.” 

“boys cannot be blamed for the sins of their parents.” he thickly swallowed. “however, the sins they commit as men are their own. i am no exception.” 

you could not tear your eyes away from his then. with your brow furrowed, you searched his face for the correct response to his heavy statement. while he held your gaze, he was not concentrated on the fact that you were struggling to figure out what to say. no… he was tossing and turning words of his own on his tongue. 

“i was wrong to believe that i could completely control and wield the power and strength of a being like vhagar,” he stated. “my mistake has lead to so many losses for my family. for me.” 

“how did it…” you began. “how did… you find each other that day?” 

he swallowed. “i was… i was pledging a betrothal to unite our house with the baratheon’s. i was to marry one of his daughters in exchange for their support. the young prince, lucerys had ventured to lord borros as well. however, he came empty handed-“ 

you laughed at that. you couldn’t help it. aemond raised an eyebrow at your interruption. “the black pride,” you laughed. “asking for the support with nothing to offer? husband, i beg of you — do not jest — they must have tried to offer something —“ 

“i do no such thing, wife,” your husband stated, no humor in his tone. 

“my prince,” you began. “you honestly believe that it was your fault?” 

he narrowed his eye at you, not amused in the slightest. he looked ready to pounce, but you would not give him the chance. 

“gods damn me to each of the seven hells if you dare insult me by believing that you are solely at fault for that,” you spat. “rhaenyra targaryen sent her young son, with no protector, empty handed when she is asking for support? from a high lord, that your family would be asking for as well? husband — vhagar may have been the killing strike, but rhaenyra targaryen’s pride is the reason her son is dead.” 

the attempt was meant to quell whatever guilt he felt, presumably for having a hand in killing his son, but it did not appear to provide comfort to aemond. in fact, he raised his chin at you and looked down his nose at you. you had to act quick. 

“that’s why i do not support her claim as queen,” you stated. “she’s a fucking idiot.” 

your husband allowed a small smirk to tug at the corners of his mouth. “what do you think about a woman ruling on the iron throne?” 

now that was a question. you pondered your many possible answers as there was no doubt your words would have an effect on aemond. you wrestled with the idea of stating what he possibly wanted to hear, or an answer that his family would find fitting, but in the end you decided on the truth. “i was not raised to be a member of the royal family, husband, so i am not sure i am fit to speak on such matters,” you began, “but if i were to give my honest answer, i would have to say i admire women like visenya targaryen. a conqueror and protector in her own right, and for that she earned the title as queen, in my opinion.” 

“would your answer have anything to do with the fact that i ride her mighty dragon, lady wife?” he smiled devilishly. “is this your attempt at bootlicking? i enjoy you low on your knees, wife, but not as pathetically as that.” 

you narrowed your eyes at him as a smirk played at your lips. “i prefer riding leathers to dresses, daggers to knitting needles, and i much rather be on my knees for my dearest husband rather than listen to you insult me. however, if you’re just going to insult me--” you began to walk towards your horse. “i guess i’ll take my leave--”

he grasped your wrist and spun you to face him. with both hands on your upper body, the prince pressed your back into a nearby tree. you sucked in a sharp breath as you stared at his face, clutching at his elbows with your shaking hands. 

“a simple ‘no’ would have sufficed, aemond,” you huffed. 

he pressed you harder into the tree. you winced before realizing it was your cue to shut your mouth. you were ready to fight back, but you obliged. you glanced back at your husband and waited for him to respond. 

“the next time you threaten to walk away from me, i will send you back to your father,” he mused. before you could retort, he continued, “you are the smallest glimmer of peace i have seen in some years, but the headaches you cause me distract me. you are my wife, but i am a prince.” 

“i do not feel at peace when you ask for timidity from me when we are in private,” you spoke. “i have proven i can take care of myself, husband. i promise i will not stray far from you, but i refuse to let you believe i need to be attached at your hip like a babe. you will drive yourself mad believing that will provide you peace, or what you think you really want... control.” 

“do not presume--” 

“husband,” you spoke softly, reaching to hold the side of his face. “let me show you peace. let me be your peace in the small moments like this we have together.” 

you suddenly palmed your husband through his leathers.  

while you did want to please him, part of you also wanted to distract him from being so cross with you. sexually manipulation did not make you a good person, but good people rarely lived. you wanted to survive. 

you made quick work at his breeches. you went to drop to your knees, but your husband had other plans. he pushed your front against the same tree as before and pressed his chest to your back. after ripping the fabric from your body, aemond shoved his entire length into your cunt. 

you gasped in pain as you attempted to grab at the bark to steady yourself. you were not prepared for his size. aemond snaked an arm around your neck, placing your throat in a loose headlock. with the side of his face pressed to yours, he began his murder with words. 

“i am the prince aemond targaryen, rider of the great and mighty vhagar, and father to the rightful heir of the throne, and the last thing that will make me forget that is your pathetic tongue, you witch,” he growled in your ear. “i do have control over you, but not because i have taken it -- because you willfully give it to me, lady wife.” 

his fingertips found your clit. he rubbed rigorous circles onto the sensitive bud as tears began to leak from your eyes. aemond nibbled at the skin of your jaw as he fucked into your cunt relentlessly. the bark of the tree was scraping your skin, but there was nothing in the world that felt better than aemond playing with your sensitive cunt. 

“i hate you,” you cried. “fuck, it feels so good...” 

“go on,” he urged. “give in, wife. admit it was wrong to leave my side, and i’ll fuck an heir into this cunt.” 

“i won’t...” you whined. “i hate you so--”

the prince laughed in your ear. “i beg to differ, wife. the walls of your cunt are clenching around my cock. it seems you want my heir more than I do.” 

“fuck you, aemond,” you spat helplessly, hips already beginning to stir. you tried to fight the overwhelming sense of pleasure, but it was already causing your muscles to tighten in the lower half of your body. “i fucking hate you...”

he ripped his fingers from your clit and began to fuck your cunt in a shallow manner. you began to push back against his hips, hoping to draw more from him, but he wouldn’t give in. you began to reach for his hips to pull you closer, but he held you against the tree. you cried out in frustration. 

“i consider myself merciful, wife, but not today,” he snickered in your ear. “such unbecoming words you have thrown at me...” 

the prince slipped his cock from your folds. you could not see from your spot against the tree, but you could hear the the delicious sounds of your husband stroking his wet cock that was soaked with your juices. as a reflex, your hand found its way between your legs and began to rub circles on your sensitive nub. 

a hard smack came down on the flesh of your ass. 

“ungrateful, taking whatever you please,” he spoke, now holding one ass cheek in each of his hands. grasping at the flesh and pushing to either side, you were fully exposed to him now. you sucked in a sharp breath when you felt a warm, wet thumb prod at your asshole. “i might as well follow your example, wife.” 

“aemond,” you whimpered, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. 

he spat on his thumb once more, and began to fuck your hole with it. the sensation put your nerves on high alert, so intense it was difficult to decipher whether it was painful or pleasurable. 

“so tight for me,” he groaned. “are you going to stop me?” 

“n-no...” you whined once more. “i want... to feel you there.” 

you could feel the tip of his cock poke at your entrance before he began to slide it in ever so slowly. your hole was tighter than your cunt, and had seen even less preparation. every nerve in the lower half of your body was jumping at the sensation of aemond and his large cock, but you didn’t want it to stop. you were hurt, mentally and physically, but this new pain felt so good. so, so good. especially when aemond replaced his fingers with your own. 

“i hate to waste my seed, but to make you cum and have your walls clench around nothing is what i want. i want you to hate the feeling of being empty without me,” he spat. “I want you to feel worse than i did when i thought you left.” 

you whimpered at his words. his fingers were slipping back and forth between your nub and dripping cunt, rubbing the juices all over your clit that created the most delicious combination of friction and pleasure. 

“and i want to make you cry out like a whore when i make you cum from my cock so deep inside your ass,” he groaned. “can you do that for me, doll? can you be a good princess for your prince?”

“anything,” you pathetically whimpered. “i’ll do anything, aemond, just make me feel good...” 

he groaned at your words. “i always win, doll.” 

he was true to his word. aemond targaryen was not merciful. 

everything was more sensitive when aemond had collected your juices from your lonely cunt and used them to lubricate the intense motions he drew on your cunt. the bark scratched against the skin of your face, neck, and palms, but nothing was rougher than the way that aemond’s calloused fingers forced you to take every bit of their pleasure they could offer. 

“fuck, aemond, i’m going... i’m going...” 

“go on,” he grunted, slamming his hips into yours. you could feel his cock in your guts, twitching with every thrust. “give it to me. that’s it, pretty. give in to me.” 

“fuck, fuck, fuck...!” 

he was right. you could feel it. 

warmth had spread throughout the lower half of your body and your mind was sent reeling, yes, and tears had sprung from your eyes from how intense it felt to have so much pain mixed with pleasure, yes, but you never thought aemond would be right about how painful it was to feel your cunt clench around nothing but its own walls. your pussy throbbed continuously with nothing inside of it, forcing a whimper to leave your lips. 

“i will take all of you, as you have taken all of me,” aemond seethed before spilling his hot seed into you. 

- - -

this is so dirty im ashamed ... don’t ever let me out of the house again

- A

#Aegon Targaryen #aemond fic #Aemond x Reader #Aemond the Kinslayer #aemond imagine #hotd aemond #aemond smut #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader

[iliektehhaxs]

I saw that your requests are open and we need more Joshua content❤️‍🔥 maybe a fic where reader constantly treats joshua like he's fragile and it pisses him off that reader doesn't see him as a strong man like his brother Clive and at some point his jealousy and anger takes over so much that he shows her in bed how "fragile" he is. maybe pre-realtionship because I love the idea of ​​Joshua longing to be close to Reader 💕

Ooooh, a more dominant-kinda Joshua was def a challenge to write, I like this request a lot! 18+ under the cut.

You and Clive had been sighted together often as of late, running around trying to fix whatever may be going wrong with the hideaway, from broken floors to faulty lights. Joshua may only be a new addition to the rebellion but he still wanted to do what he could to lighten the load. He’s offered his assistance multiple times, only to be shot down by you at every turn. 

Confused, he confronted you one day, and after some interrogation you told him the truth: that you’re worried for his health.

“Clive has the most stamina between the two of you, and I don’t want to see you get hurt,” you voiced, a brisk pace to whatever needed your attention currently.

A pang of jealousy travels through him at the thought of you and his brother together. He knows your relationship is strictly platonic, and he knows he has nothing to fear, but it doesn’t stop that ugly feeling creeping its way into his heart. 

At the sight of his dejected face you turn toward him, a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re strong in your own ways,” you sighed. “Clive’s just more suited for this kind of work, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

Your logic was sound and came from a place of love, but it still hurt. For as long as he’s known you he’s found himself under your spell, but you didn’t seem to notice him no matter what he did. He feared you would never see him as anything more than a friend, and to hear those words leave your mouth was the final straw. 

He wanted you to trust in his strength as you did his brother, wanted to be the one you could depend on, and if words won’t help he’d just have to show you.

Overwhelmed with emotion he moved forward, bringing your lips to his and closing the door behind him.

Your voice is hoarse, almost unrecognizable as you let out a high-pitched whine, face pressed into the soft sheets below. He mounts you from behind, his voice ringing in your ears.

“It hurts to think that you think so lowly of me, my lady,” Another slap of his hips against yours sends you reeling forward, holding onto the sheets for dear life.

He doesn’t stop, uses your body to vent his frustrations and leave you in a state of euphoria. He plows you into the mattress and laughs at your weakened state.

“What’s wrong darling, you seem pretty tired,” he huffs, clearly still sore about what you said. His words are accented by the slap of skin on skin, a roughness you wouldn’t expect from the soft-spoken man you knew for years.

You can’t answer, barely conscious enough to register his words. His touch, his words, the stretch of his length forcing you into submission, it’s all too much, your mind slowly going blank.

His name leaves your mouth between each stroke, a mantra you repeat to the open air. Your thighs burn, you’re barely able to hold yourself up if not for Joshua’s harsh grip upon your body. Arched perfectly for his view, you feel yourself shudder when his lips meet the curve of your spine, trailing kissing into your back as he fucks you roughly.

It’s as if everywhere he touches stokes a fire in you. You moan, press your backside higher and clamber at the bed sheets every time his cock hits your g-spot.

“I wonder, how much strength do you have to keep going?” He asks above you, fully settled against your back.

“I can’t, I can’t,” you cry into the mattress. “Please, I’m sorry—“

A sharp thrust makes your eyes roll back, screaming his name into the pillow. A short moment of rest, he pulls you up by the neck and holds you close, feels your body shake with exhaustion as you desperately catch your breath.

Lips on yours, he brings you for a messy kiss, a thread of spit connecting the two of you when he pulls away. He wipes at your tear-stained face with his thumb, blissfully enjoying the fucked out look you give him.

“Well, we have the rest of the day. Let’s see if we can’t test your limits.”

#robo writes #joshua rosfield #joshua rosfield smut #reader insert

[coreene]

Sussur Tree

Here is a little smutty piece of Astarion and Tav (named Lorelei here) doing it in front of the Sussur tree. Nothing crazy just your usual p in v sex.

Read under the cut.

The glow of the Underdark was beautiful on its right but the tree. The effect it had was unmatched by everything. It was somehow blending in and standing out all so perfectly, like the whole Underdark was shaped around this one tree, like it was the sun of this dark lands. It was the most beautiful sight I saw in my life, I thought until I noticed Astarion standing in the tree’s light, looking at me with curious eyes.

"Lore?"

"Hmm?" I said mesmerised by the sight of him, half illuminated with the glow from the tree.

He chuckled. "Are you alright?" He came closer wrapping his hands around my waist. "You look a little lost."

"Sorry, I was just – this tree..." I looked back at his ruby eyes. "It's so beautiful."

"It's nothing compared to you." He whispered in my ear.

I chuckled. "Now, I know – that's a line."

"How dare you? This comes from my heart." He feigned hurt but smiled as he bent over for a kiss.

It was soft and wonderful. My hands travelled up to his hair as I raised on my toes. I felt a fire taking over me as our kiss quickly turned into something deeper. I forgot where we were, what we were doing. All I wanted was him, his hands, his lips… It didn't take him long to find my ass over the leather armour. I could feel his need growing with mine.

"Heyo, love birds!  We're here to find a gnome - not each other's tonsils!" Karlach yelled a little further down from us.

“We’re coming.” I yelled as I pulled back, earning a whine from Astarion.

“I don’t care about a stupid gnome.” He yelled back to them.

“Come on.” I said turning around and pulling him with me. He was not happy about it but he obliged.

***

We turned back to visit the colony and head for the camp. This was enough for today. Astarion slowed down as we were passing the tree and made me stop with him. I looked at him with curious eyes but all I could see was a wicked grin. Karlach and Shadowheart turned to look at us with raised eyebrows.

“Go ahead – we’ll see you at the campsite.” Astarion told them.

“We will?”

“I thought we could have a little fun before we got back to the camp.” He spoke in his dangerous tone.

“Oh, you mean –“ I trailed off seeing the smirk in his face. Suddenly it was too hot to be here. “Yeah, don’t wait up!” I turned and yelled to them. Shadowheart rolled her eyes while Karlach was giggling but they left without further protesting.

“I couldn’t help but notice how much you liked it here – before we were so rudely interrupted.” He said as he wrapped his hands around me, pulling me closer to him. "Why not imprint it in our memory?" He whispered to my ear, his lips lavishing my jaw and then my neck, slowly making me forget my own name.

"Oh," moans were escaping my lips on their own free will already as I felt his hands on my backside.

I pulled back to look around us when I found some of my sanity. I knew it was safe - we had cleared the area and never saw another soul hanging about. It was a rather open place but that was part of the fun.

I found his lips again - he was waiting patiently for me to decide and I had made my decision. I wanted him now.

He wasted no time finding the laces that bound my leather together. I found the belt on his coat opened it along with the clasps that held it together.

He pulled on the leather to take it off of me. I pulled back giving him space to take every piece off of me until all I had was my tunic. His lips were on me again as his hands snaked their way under my tunic finding the clasps of my brassiere.

I found the buttons of his undercoat and pushed both of it off his shoulders, letting it fall to our feet. "Wait," he whispered as he pulled back. I was looking at him, confused. He picked up the coat and laid it on the ground. "That will be more comfortable to lay on." He said turning his attention back to peeling the clothes off me as his hands got to work with the laces of my breaches. It joined the other clothes on the ground soon along with my underwear. I pulled back getting rid of the tunic and the brassiere standing bare before him.

I reached on my toes wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him. I pulled back slowly letting my hands hold onto his arms, pulling him down with me as I laid on the coat. He moaned as he rolled his hips into me, letting me feel how hard he was under his trousers. He worked his laces with one hand while he supported himself with the other. Once that was done, I helped him get rid of it. Finally, there were no more pesky clothes standing between our bodies.

He put his arms under my shoulders, keeping me in a lock as he settled between my legs, burning me with his gaze. "Beautiful," he whispered, one hand coming up to caress my cheek.

I looked at him in the illumination of the Sussur Tree as I leaned into his hand. I was wrong before. He was the most breathtaking sight I had ever seen, all my life. I blinked a few times to get rid of the burning sensation in my eyes as he stroked my dishevelled hair. I held his hand and brought it to my lips for a kiss. I saw something so soft move past behind his eyes, followed by a curious emotion I couldn’t put my finger on.

He captured my lips soon after as his hand slowly made its way down my side. It reached to my legs, squeezing past the side of my ass. His mouth travelled downwards, kissing and licking, sometimes nipping ever so gently. He gathered my legs on his as he continued to lavish his kisses on my thighs. He sucked the skin, leaving love bites ever so close to my sex.

"Astarion," I spoke his name like a prayer between my moans. I wanted him to bite me – he knew as he grazed my skin so lightly with his fangs. A brilliant laugh escaped him when I whined as he stopped to kiss the skin.

“So needy for my teeth, aren’t you, darling?”

“You’re such a tease,” I groaned feeling so very hot.

“All this time you were just waiting for a vampire to prowl upon you in the dead of the night to get off.” He spoke as he continued to tease my skin.

“Mean,” I pouted and another laugh escaped him. I smiled a moment later as I was having fun but I needed to correct something. I raised my hands to him.

“What is it, darling?” He spoke as he came up, folding my legs but allowing my arms to cover him, leaving kisses to my lips and my neck.

“Not a vampire, you.”

That seemed to have done something primal to him as a deep groan escaped him. He claimed my lips with force as he settled himself at my entrance. I was dripping wet for him. Still, he gathered some arousal to coat his dick before he pushed himself inside in one thrust. Everything was a perfect blur after that. He was fucking me with reckless abandon, a side of him I have yet to see. His strokes were short, leaving me with a perfect pressure on my clit inside and out with each pounding. Never pulling far away enough for me to feel the loss of his skin.

Everything else around us was lost. It was only the sounds of my moans and his grunts – and the slick sound of our flesh meeting in a wonderfully sloppy way. His lips were travelling all around my neck, nipples and lips as best he could without breaking his unforgiven thrusts. I was so close to my end. I could feel my walls clenching around him, my legs shaking – whimpers of pleasure escaping my lips when he wasn’t covering them.

“Let go,” he whispered to my ear. It was all I needed as I came crushing around his dick. He let go at the same time as me, groans escaping his lips. He thrusted only few more times, emptying himself, letting my tightening walls squeeze him dry. It felt like it took forever for both of us to finally breathe from the impossible of our highs.

He dropped his head panting as he let go of my legs, letting them touch the ground. I could feel him get soft still inside me – a part of me just never wanting to leave this position, lose him, ever. I reached up for his lips, giving a quick kiss. He deepened the kiss before he broke it to let his body slide down and slid out of me, earning a whine from me at the loss of the feeling.

He let himself fall onto the side of me, my hands still wrapped around him. His head was aligned with my breasts as he nuzzled himself there. One of my hands went up to his hair, stroking it ever so lazily. I was leaving soft kisses to his head as my other hand moved to leave feather light touches over his back, shoulders - parts I could reach.

I could feel my breathing getting slower, I could easily fall asleep there. It wouldn't have been the safest of things to do – it probably wouldn't be more dangerous than fucking in this place. I almost laughed at thinking about what we had done.

"What is it?" He asked raising his head.

"What?" I was confused.

"A moment ago, your heartbeat was so slow – I was sure you were falling asleep. Now I can hear it pounding from here."

"You were listening to my heartbeat?" I asked raising a brow.

If he could flush, I knew he would have just now. "Don't change the subject." He raised asking for a kiss which I happily obliged to.

"I was just contemplating how crazy it is what we had just done. Fucking in this place of all Faerûn." I said not wanting to tease him more.

He chuckled. "Of all my years in this plane, this is a first for me."

"We should probably make way for the camp. It's getting late. They might worry."

"I guess – still it was nice to have some uninterrupted fun." He said as he left a kiss to my lips and pushed himself up.

"That was the best part." I said without thinking much on it. He held a hand out for me to help me up.

"Darling, I'm hurt –" he pouted. "I certainly thought the best part was when you were a whimpering mess under me." He whispered in his most seductive voice.

It shot blood up to my cheeks and arousal back down to my body once again. "Stop – or we're never leaving this place."

"How would that be a bad thing?" He said giving me a quick kiss before he started to put his clothes back on.

"I'm sure they'll miss us back in camp." I spoke putting my clothes on as I found them.

"They would fall apart without you – that's for certain."

Once I was done, I got his coat from the ground, gave it a shake – like that would clean it – and helped him put it on. He looked at me with curious eyes as I clasped it together.

"What?" I said looking up, wrapping my hands around him.

"Nothing – let's go." He handed me my weapons and pulled me away.

from chapter 13 of Lorelei's Journal

#Sharing pieces of the chapters till I catch up with the series is going to be my solution to the little corner I pushed myself into #Astarion x Tav #Astarion x Female Tav #Astarion #BG3 Astarion #Astarion Ancunin #Baldur's Gate 3 Astarion #Bg3 #Bg3 Spoilers #Astarion Fanfic #Astarion Fic

[bloodysyren]

The Price of Attention - Swiss/Dew/Mountain

A little something I just couldn't get out of my head. WC: 1,891

Summary: Swiss lets Mountain have his way with his little blond pet. The one condition: Dew has to keep his eyes on his lover the entire time.

Tags: Voyeurism, Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Anal Sex, Neck Kissing, Neck Licking, self-lubricating Ghouls, Inhuman ghouls, Light Dom/sub, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay, Cuddling, Aftercare, Bottom Dewdrop | Sodo, Sub Dewdrop | Sodo, Polyghouls - Freeform, Dirty Talk.

The gods under the cut and on AO3!

Dew was used to being the center of attention most of the time, but nothing this involved. He was kneeling on Swiss' large bed, stripped to his skin and nearly sweating through it too with how pent up and aroused he felt. Mountain, their Adonis of an Earth Ghoul, was kneeling behind him, sliding his fingers enticingly between the cleft of Dew's ass.

The Multi-Ghoul was reclined in a plush chair at the foot of the bed, his heavy cock braced in his fingers, stroking with an easy grip. Dew was completely riveted. When they had first concocted this little game, that was the only rule. Dew had to keep his full attention on Swiss. No matter what Mountain said to him, no matter what the drummer did; Dew had to keep his focus on the Multi-Ghoul.

He had found it easy at first, undressing and kneeling on the bed as Mountain spread his knees a little further apart. He had flinched and shivered as the Earth Ghoul's large, cool hand dragged against his backside in small teasing circles. But he kept his eyes fixed to Swiss'; to his lover's leaking cock. The guitarist desperately wanted to feel it, heavy across his tongue.

Mountain's twin digits slid against the Fire Ghoul's entrance, barely pressing in as the drummer's warm breath curled against the pointed shell of his ear. "I bet he could have you come on command…" The drummer purred, that slick tongue dragging across the back of Dewdrop's neck, tasting the salt of his sweat. His hair had been shifted to one side and he instinctively tilted his head to give Mountain more room to work, eyes still glued to Swiss'.

"You're so pretty for both of us. Can't you see how much he desires you?" The drummer's honeyed words made Dew clench against the two fingers now pressed past his relaxed rings of muscle, lazily sliding in and out of his body, loosening him up enough for the Earth Ghoul's generous girth.

Dew's mouth hadn't been stopped up. That hadn't been one of the rules, but he still didn't feel the need to speak; completely entranced by the Multi-Ghoul's grip on his length. Dew knew. He knew exactly how Swiss liked to play with himself. He knew exactly what it took to get his lover swelling and full in his mouth. The way he would work his tongue around the head, how deep he could go to get Swiss groaning and clenching his fingers in Dew's hair.

He was drooling at the thought of getting to pleasure his lover, even if it was just the barest chance. Unfortunately, tonight, Dew was only allowed to look and not touch. He was an obedient toy for the Earth Ghoul, taken however Mountain wished; unable to even touch himself.

It was all driving him slowly insane. But Dew loved it all the same. Allowed to relax and let go and just feel. Mountain's fingers drove a little further inside, crooking and twisting against his silken, sensitive walls, making the slight Fire Ghoul loose a pent-up groan. Mountain nosed under Dew's ear as he repeated the motion, feeling the guitarist's walls flutter and clench around him again.

"I'm going to make love to you, Dewdrop. As fast or as slow as Swiss wants; until you finally come undone, both of us dragging you over the edge of pleasure." The drummer's dirty words made the Fire Ghoul throb, his cock jolting against his stomach, smearing prejack against his marble-grey skin.

Mountain's words were punctuated by those devilishly long fingers gliding out of the drummer's stretched hole. Dew felt empty and drained already, but his dick gave another sharp throb as the Earth Ghoul's shaft brushed against his slick entrance. Dew's vision was swimming, knowing that he had to keep his gaze on Swiss and that gorgeous piece of forbidden flesh between his strong thighs.

The guitarist found his eyes unfocusing for a moment as Mountain eased inside. Swiss was circling the head of his shaft with his thumb, spreading the sticky dribble around the flared tip. The Multi-Ghoul's heady groan made Dew's pulse flare as Mountain glided up to the hilt. "So good for me…" The drummer's heavy murmur almost made the Fire Ghoul's eyes go half-mast as Mountain wrapped his arm securely around Dewdrop's slim waist.

"He likes to watch you come apart." Mountain eased forward, pressing his hips against the guitarist’s warm ass. A greedy little moan flew from Dew's mouth as the drummer splayed his fingers across his stomach, obviously avoiding touching the Fire Ghoul's leaking shaft. Swiss' eyes were locked on Dew's, his gaze was intense and warming and the guitarist, already worked up from Mountain's stimulating fingers, was smoldering inside like a furnace.

The drummer held Dew against his broad, cool chest, as rigid and smooth as a cliff face. Mountain's thrusts were shallow and almost relaxing if it weren't for the arousing sight of Swiss continuing to stroke himself in a tight fist; his eyes flitting from Dew's face down to the leaking prize between his legs and then knowingly back up to the guitarist's lust-haggard face as Mountain continued to work him over.

Dew was crumbling already; watching Swiss watching him. The Multi-Ghoul's other hand snuck down between his thighs, spreading his legs further apart in order to cup himself in those perfect fingers. A lewd, husky moan slipped from Swiss' lips as he drove his hips up against his squeezing fist, fucking into the circle of his fingers as a liberal amount of prejack snaked over his knuckles; practically bringing his drooling lover to his breaking point.

Mountain's own fingers curled around the guitarist's weeping shaft as the Multi-Ghoul's eyes flicked over to Mountain's steely gaze for the briefest moment. Swiss loved seeing Dewdrop taken apart piece by piece like this, a shuddering mess; brought to the edge and helpless to stop his own impending orgasm.

"Don't let him come yet. We finish together." Swiss' husky command was low and predatory as Mountain squeezed the base of the guitarist's length, stopping up his building release. The drummer continued to move inside of him and Dew's whimper was choked off and desperate. He wanted to come so badly, but oh, did he want to be good for his lover. To see the welling praise in Swiss' eyes that he had done a good job for once; obeyed his master like a good boy.

Dew could have begged, he could have pleaded. Please, Swiss- don't punish me like this! Let me finish. Let me have this! But the desire to see his lover spill in front of him, brought off to the sight of Dew being filled and stretched open by Mountain's girth; that was what he truly wanted. Allowed to crawl off of the bed, onto his hands and knees to approach Swiss' soiled stomach. Allowed to lick him clean. That was all Dew could think of right now.

No words came from his parched throat as Mountain's hips crashed against him, those large hands keeping him immobile; trapped between bliss and ecstasy. Dew's mouth filled with a ragged groan as his eyes drank in Swiss' squeezing fingers, speeding up and twisting at the head just the way he liked. An equally filthy groan spilled from the Multi-Ghoul's mouth as he dropped his gaze to Dew's swollen flesh. "Come on, my little firefly. Let me see how good he's making you feel. So full and thick inside of you. I bet Mountain doesn't even need to touch you to make you come."

The drummer's fingers obediently left Dewdrop's rigid shaft, clamping instead against his sharp hip bone. The drummer, whose thrusts had been steady and almost gentle, were now a bruising rut against the tender meat of Dew's ass. The Fire Ghoul immediately missed the all-encompassing squeeze of Mountain's hand around him, but as always, Swiss was right.

The Earth Ghoul's hands were braced against his heated flesh. The one that had been spread across his stomach moved up to nearly encircle his throat, pressing Dew back against Mountain's cool body. The guitarist's neglected length throbbed between his legs, eyes still glued to his lover's. His climax churned in the pit of his stomach and Dew's muscles clamped down against Mountain's generous girth.

Swiss was finally reaching his own peak, his gaze faltering slightly as he stared down at himself for the briefest second, watching his full cock jolt in the circle of his fingers. It was times like these that he felt the most selfish. He wanted to be the one buried to the hilt in Dewdrop's tight heat. He wanted to be the one to pull the guitarist over the edge with just his cock, the warm sweetness of a whisper against that pink pointed ear.

Mountain's crackling growl drew Swiss' attention back to his overworked lover. The Fire Ghoul's eyes were pleading and carnal, just waiting for that one damning word to fall from the Multi-Ghoul's lips. Swiss locked his gaze with Dewdrop's as time stretched out between them like an eternity. Dew was walking that knife's edge, staring down his own damnation as Swiss finally spoke to him alone. "Come for me, Dewdrop."

Ohh, sweet Satan! It was like the flood that had been building inside of him finally broke and Dewdrop loosed a gorgeously loud moan as he came. The churning pleasure that snaked through his veins was like magma as Dew's climax rushed from him in a warm splatter of heat. The Fire Ghoul couldn't tear his gaze away from Swiss' as the Multi-Ghoul's own release coated his knuckles in shimmering white. Dew was salivating, able to smell his lover's seed even from this distance. The scent of sex was nearly overpowering.

Mountain was brought to his own shuddering peak as Dew's quivering muscles clamped around him, drawing his orgasm from him. The drummer's load pumped thick and hard into Dew's sensitive body and he finally tore his gaze away from Swiss as the Earth Ghoul went rigid against his sweaty back. The drummer's impressive load squelched out of his body and down his inner thighs as Mountain gently pulled free. "Such a good boy…"

Swiss stood up, still commanding the majority of Dew's attention, cock going flaccid between his legs. The Multi-Ghoul strode to his bathroom, retrieving a warm damp cloth to clean Dew up. His skin tingled from the cool air left behind by the rag, but he was finally clean. Mountain drew the Fire Ghoul down between the two of them after that, the tall one and the bulky one petting and caressing him.

They snuggled against him on either side and their deep matching purrs nearly put Dew to sleep. Mountain was carding his fingers carefully through the tangles in the Fire Ghoul's blond mane and Swiss was stroking his face lovingly. "Hey, uh…" Dew didn't know where to even start. He was getting worked up all over again, but he could also totally go to sleep right now.

"What is it, firefly?"

"Would you guys, you know… can I maybe have both of you next time?" The guitarist flushed a little self-consciously. Swiss smiled and pressed a kiss to Dew's warm forehead, tangling his tail with Mountain's as Dew's wagged happily inbetween.

"Whatever you want, droplet."

#the band ghost #ao3 smut #ghost band fic #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #dirty fic #spicy fic #mountain is a tol boi #dewdrop is babygirl too #swiss is a tease #Swiss is Daddy

[winter-literature]

Lawlight smut excerpt: Green Light

I was thinking about how the aggressive nature of L and Light could still be played with in a consensual manner. I did not finish the piece, and I’m not sure I ever will, so I thought I would at least share my brain baby for enjoyment and blue balls.

Shortly after the downfall of Higuchi, L and Light’s relationship has been strained. Both L and Light know their time together is coming to an end. Light, in pure denial, continues to stay with L, for “work purposes”.

“What?” Light growled, rubbing a towel to dry his freshly showered hair.

L crouched on the bed, the same position as when Light had started his shower. He couldn’t erase the demonic smile that curved across Light’s face in the helicopter. Did they ever truly love each other? Or did they use each other to pass time? L had chewed his thumb raw and still hadn’t grasped an answer.

Light soured at the continued silence that hung between them. “WHAT?”

Unfurling inch by inch, L stretched out towards Light. He adored watching the fire flame in vicious auburn eyes.

Growling, Light rolled the damp towel into a ball and threw it towards L’s face. Too high above the world to hear the heartbeat of the city below, the only resonation in the room was Light’s shallow breaths.

Taking his index finger and his thumb, L pulled the towel away from his face. Hovering it in the air, he traced Light’s form. Only a towel around his waist served to protect his skin. Beads of water trickled down his chest and abdomen, skipping with each breath.

“Will Kira miss me, do you think?” L tilted his head, dropping the damp towel to the floor.

“Shut up!” Light stomped towards the closet, turning his back to L.

With soft steps, L glided towards the closet. He was certain Light would sense his presence, but he knew too well that the man always tried to hide it. Light felt stronger when he denied his attraction, his own lingering eyes.

The hangers squealed along the rod as Light aimlessly sorted through the clothes. Considering it was night time, he’d opt for a pair of sweatpants in the end. They both knew that, but they both played the game anyway.

Light’s stomach concaved at L’s cold touch. L smirked at the goosebumps rising against his fingers.

“What does it say about your own god complex that you get turned on after comparing me to a serial killer?” Light scoffed, still aimlessly sorting through his clothes.

Tightening his grip around Light’s waist, L pressed kisses along Light’s soft skin. If he kissed hard enough, the skin would stay white for moments after pulling away. “I’m positive I’ve never claimed to be mentally stable.” L muttered between kisses. He couldn’t say otherwise; the truth that the person he’d given his heart to was bound to leave sent aches and nausea through his chest he’d never believed possible. He couldn’t admit that he desperately needed to touch Light because he knew their story was nearing its end.

Growling, Light rolled his shoulder back with enough force to smash L’s face. L smacked his lips together, a faint taste of iron dribbling through his mouth.

“Fuck off, L. Go find someone else to torture.” Light gave up on the hanging clothes and finally opened the drawer that held his sweatpants.

“No one will be as fun as you.” L restablished his grip around Light’s waist, forcing him to manoeuvre around his hold to slide the sweatpants on under the loosening towel.

“Do I look like I give a shit?” Light dropped the towel, exposing his backside before immediately pulling his grey cotton pants up the rest of the way.

Breathing a smirk of a laugh, L ran his fingertips along the underside of the elastic of Light’s sweatpants. Ignoring Light’s growl, L sunk his teeth into the skin that connected a perfect shoulder to a gorgeously psychotic head.

“I said fuck off!” Light pushed L away, keeping his back towards him.

Delicately, L closed the space between them once again. His lips ran along the edge of Light’s ear. L was close enough to feel the clench of Light’s jaw.

“What colour, Light?” L asked in a low raspy voice.

“I’m not playing.” Light spat back.

“What colour?” L asked again, his constantly roaming hands freezing in place.

Shaking his head, Light pursed his lips and glared into the closet.

Enjoying the struggle L knew that Light was enduring, L stayed still, waiting for his confirmation.

“You’re a child.” Light venomously whispered under his breath.

“Does that mean playtime is over?” L’s question was barely louder than his breath as he started to pull his hands away.

“Green! Green, you fucking dimwit!” Light snapped, slamming the closet door shut with enough vigor for a hanger to fall on the other side.

“Good.” L wrapped his hands around Light’s waist, pulling their hips together. A baritone moan left his lips as he pressed his member against Light’s backside. One hand stayed to push Light’s body against his own, the other crept under the front side of Light’s pants.

Light kept fighting to portray a calm demeanor, as if L’s touch meant nothing to him. It truly thrilled L to break this act.

“I barely touched you and you’re already rock hard.” L whispered, taking Light’s lobe in between his teeth.

Once again, Light responded with a clench of the jaw, but the erection in L’s palm twitched.

“You’re such a tease.” L bit down onto Light’s ear, inciting a small shriek.

L’s head fogged, his hips grinding deeper against Light’s ass. “How does it feel? To be defiled by your enemy?”

A “ngh,” escaped Light’s pursed lips, igniting the warmth that grew in L’s stomach.

Keeping a steady rhythm on Light’s frontside, L shimmied the grey sweatpants past Light’s ass, letting them fall to the floor around Light’s bare feet.

“You have such a pretty ass…” L mumbled, massaging Light’s taught backside.

“Pervert.” Light scoffed.

#lawlight #Lawlight smut #18+ only #you can still have angry sex with consent #Lawlight excerpt #writing excerpt #mature #l lawliet #light yagami #Kira #death note #deathnote #death note fan fiction #deathnote fan fiction #deathnote fanfiction #Kira’s kingdom #smut #blue balls #green light #lgbtq fan fiction #lgbtq fanfiction #safe words #consent is sexy

[danketsuround]

sunday six!

early again (late for me, but). i wrote this on tumblr while waiting for a package that hasn't arrived yet. tagging uhhh @four-white-trees @c-cw-f-saeko @overdevelopedglasses @fire-tempers-steel @passthroughtime and uh i forgot who else is participating in this

sawa and mitsuru one shot below. not an au, they're just in high school. i was complaining earlier today about how they didn't get to interact at all (like, not even in a flashback???) so like whatever i wrote my own thing. be the change you want to see in the world. kthnxbye

Past a road on a steel bridge, among little fossils in a river, there was a mound of green grass, and two bikes laying diagonally atop each other. Mitsuru laid there in the sun, craning his neck upwards to look at their chains, tangled like legs under a blanket. He sighed and let his head drop against the ground. It made a sound much heavier than him.

"Mind your head," pretty Sawa seemed to scold him, as if he were some infant with a soft spot in his skull. She had the nerve to speak to him so dearly, even as he twisted the grass between his fingers in anxious sorrow.

"It didn't hurt," he said, not bothering to look up again.

Her little patent leather shoes hit rocks. She had been balancing on a log near the river. He heard the gravel under her feet, then the grass, and then the sun disappeared.

"You have a grass stain on your shirt."

A halo of light hit her backside. Had he prayed more, he thought, maybe the angel would say something useful, or kind.

"That's okay," he replied shyly. She was tall; tall enough to call the sun again when she sat beside him.

They had biked from the train station—as most high schoolers did—recklessly, without their helmets. Sawa lived three doors down and across from him, in a smaller, gated house, with a nice windowsill tomato garden and an old dog with a hoarse bark. Despite this, they never saw each other. Better yet, Mitsuru never saw her. He kept his head down and looked at his feet like his shoes were in danger of catching on fire at any moment. He was quick-footed, too, despite his chronic tardiness—or, perhaps, because of it. Sawa held onto his arm in the sardine-packed commute of the sweaty summer afternoon rush. She didn't let go when the doors opened, or when they squeezed out of the car, or when they took the escalator down; and she didn't say a word to him at all until Mitsuru found he had locked his bike next to hers, and suddenly it seemed his feet were safe of any interesting fires. She wanted to tutor him.

"No thanks," he told her, then frowned when tall and pretty Sawa made an angry wrinkled face like she was going to chew him.

In the long hour they walked their bikes together, he discovered her face was stuck like that, always, even when she smiled. He thought, that's probably why no one messed with her, and why she won the student council election by a landslide. It was the first day of the second semester and they came to the knoll, together.

"Are you eighteen already?" Sawa asked him out of air, watching the sun lower behind the old bridge.

Mitsuru shook his head into the dirt.

"Are you?"

"I turned eighteen over the summer."

"Happy birthday."

"Thanks."

Then it was quiet again when Mitsuru started thinking about sitting at the dinner table with a grass stain on his shirt, and his mother with her eyes on some stack of papers he couldn't read.

"I'm still a kid compared to you."

"I guess."

"You can vote, and take out a loan, and apply for a credit card, and stuff."

"I can't drink yet."

For some reason, she defended herself.

"But you're closer," he argued anyways. "And you're taller than me."

She laughed. "Age doesn't have much to do with that."

He looked at her and, for some reason, he grew excited.

"Do you think I'll grow ten centimeters by winter?"

"No," she said, which sounded cruel coming from her chewy face. "Or, I guess you'll have to wait and see."

"Yeah, I'll wait," he said sadly. "I'll wait."

She loosened her clip and pulled her fingers through the bend in her hair. Being a girl seemed really hard, but, like most things, Sawa did it effortlessly. He hadn't noted much about her, but he knew she played the cello, and that she played it beautifully. She could have played a stand-out instrument—the violin like Mamiya, or the flute, like himself, which stood-out in terrible, shrill ways—but she played the low, humming background of an instrument and she played it better than anyone else. Her kindness was the same, her voice played a pitying, slow tune.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

He imagined she asked because she, a grown up, already knew.

"A nurse."

"A nurse!"

Admittedly, her shock stung a little.

"That's just the first thing that came to mind. I want to work in a hospital, like my mom."

Sawa tucked her legs in. "Is she worried about exams?"

He wrinkled his face taking another blow, then shook his head in an uncaring way.

"No, she doesn't worry about me," he said. "She thinks I can do anything."

"You can do anything."

Mitsuru shrugged. "I don't know."

"You can play the flute pretty well."

"I don't know."

"And you can swim pretty well, too."

"I don't know. I hate swimming."

She leaned forward. "Do you like being a nurse? Don't say you don't know."

His answer was silence instead.

"What do you want to be?"

She held her breath. Her face was red and puffy and she laughed when she couldn't hold it any longer. On her back, next to Mitsuru, she said, "I don't know."

Mitsuru scrambled to his feet while Sawa held her stomach, spitting and laughing and hitting the ground with her legs.

"Well!" He said stridently. "Then! Then, then! Why'd you make me pick!"

When she finally calmed down, she said, "I want to know more about you, Kusumoto."

That was a damn good answer—better than one he could ever give. The sun had mostly set, leaving gradients of pink and yellow, which settled starkly under the coming twilight. He stuck out his hand for her to take it; his actions were bold but he was red in the face, redder than Sawa's spitting laughter.

"I want to go home now," he said. "And do my laundry."

"Okay." She took his hand but pulled herself up by her legs. They untangled their bikes and she motioned putting on an invisible helmet, then she led the way because her house was a block further than his.

On their bikes, Mitsuru yelled, "Maybe you should be a teacher."

"Maybe," she yelled back.

"I'd like to see that." He was smiling but she couldn't see. "Sawa-sensei."

#sunday six #judgement #rgg

[faegoddessog]

 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 16/41

Chapter 16: Lesson one, Round two

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, rope bondage, spanking, male dominating character, fellatio, fingering, cunnilingus, anal fingering (female receiving)

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

This is not yet a finished work, and it has taken on a life of it’s own, as art is wont to do. I will post chapters bit by bit as I finish them.

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Chapter: Lesson one, Round two

You both startle a little at the ‘real world’ interrupting your scene.

“Well, I’ll take that. It was getting too dark to see the beauty back here,” Austin intones behind your ear, hand still on your backside.

He turns on a directional reading lamp that services the chair and ottoman in the corner. Aiming the lamp at you, it lights up your bum. “I am beginning to realize why he liked pink so much,” he drawls, “this is so pretty.”

Snap. Oh lord you wish you could see the pictures right away. Who knows when he’ll be able to process them.

He starts giving you a series of stinging slaps with upward strokes in quick succession. He stays on one side, making the sensation change from warm to hot. You start to squirm on your rope.

“That's pretty too, the way you jiggle when I do it this way,” his fingertips draw designs on your ass. Then he administers to the other side, balance is important.

He pulls the dress down, covering your warmth. You make a little pouting sound. He stands in front of you and pulls the rope from your teeth, wipes your mouth with his thumb.

“Oh baby, don’t fret, I’m nowhere near done with you,” he kisses you on the nose as the rope slithers down.

“Let's make better use of that mouth, shall we?”

He catches the middle of your tether under his boot between the ball and the heel. He pulls up on the end, forcing your arms down, down, down in front of him, until you are on your knees. His bulge is right in front of your face, you see a little wet spot starting to seep through.

You try to reach up to stroke him, knowing what is coming next. When he feels you pulling the rope, he wraps it around his hand and keeps it taut, reprimanding you with little ‘tcht tcht’ sounds.

“Ask me,” he is looking down at you.

You lick your lips gazing up into his heavily lidded eyes.

“Austin, please let me suck your cock.” Even saying the words amps up your desire.

“Mmm, open that pretty mouth,” he undoes his fly and pulls himself out and places his tip on your outstretched tongue, as though it were communion.

You revel in the softness on your tongue, running it forwards and back along his head, then down his shaft as he slowly pushes into your mouth. He pulls back and your tongue curls along his tip. You generously lick your lips again to wet them before he pushes in again, this time you close around him.

“Oohhhh, that is good baby,” he moans with his head back.

You start moving your head back and forth along his shaft, sucking and licking.

“Oh god, you are- fuck,” he stumbles over his words as you take him deep, undulating your tongue on the underside of his shaft and rubbing his tip on your soft palate. Spit is dribbling down your chin and onto your tits.

“Fuckfuckfuck!” He grabs your head and starts to plunge into your mouth with short strokes.

You feel the rope coiled around his hand pressing into your cheek. You love his cock in your mouth, pumping in and out. You love hearing him swear, hearing him groan in pleasure. You are pressing and rubbing your vulva through your dress, so conveniently near your bound hands, moaning around his cock. His pace increases, as does his vocalizations.

“Uh! uh! uh!” Short and choppy, then a long, “uhhhnnnngHHHAA!!”

Abruptly, he backs away from you, inadvertently pulling the rope with him and sprawling you forward to the floor. He inhales deep and blows air out in a long puff, hands on his knees, head down. He puts his cock away, but leaves his fly undone. You know you just about made him cum, you smile up at him, rather pleased with yourself.

“Oh baby, that mouth is just too good.” He pushes the ottoman away from the chair with his foot. “Clearly the last lesson did not sink in, you almost made me lose control again.”

He helps you up gently. He declines to straighten the plunging neckline of your dress, which is all askew, your breasts spilling out. Instead he rubs the wetness of your spit into them, pinching the nipples just a bit and watching you squirm.

He helps you get up onto the ottoman, on your belly, with your ass facing the chair. The leather is cold at first, making your hard nipples harder. He passes the rope under the ottoman and ties the ends to the legs at the back. He takes a seat in the chair and flips up the skirt of your dress.

“Lets try again, shall we?” running his thumbs on your ass.

You nod, saying, “Yes please, Austin.”

“Ohh, now yer tryin’ ta be all good,” the Elvis in him really loves spanking you.

He begins a barrage of the short, upwards strikes interspersed with harder smacks. You start squirming as his unrelenting attention quickly heats up your skin.

“Look at that ass bounce,” he says to himself with a little throaty moan. In between his harder smacks, he kneads your cheeks, squeezing them together and pulling them apart, sending delectable tingles to your asshole.

You oscillate between squealing and moaning while you twitch and wriggle under his hands. It is starting to really hurt in the most delicious way. But there is no way you are telling him to stop.

“Mmm, well that has bloomed into a nice hot red,” he plants little kisses on your butt, gently soothing your skin, finally allowing you reprieve.

“Let’s see how we are doing here,” he pushes your legs apart with his knee.

“Hmm, that just won’t do,” he says disapprovingly. You let out a sad whine, squirming away from him a little, hoping he isn’t going to spank you anymore.

“Oh no, honey no. I think you’ve learned your lesson. You’ve done beautifully. I just need better access to you for what I have in mind next,” he strokes your hair reassuringly.

He guides your knees up on the ottoman. You are now on your elbows and knees. You arch back, hips up and your head down between your elbows. Your pussy and ass are totally exposed to him. You waggle your hips back and forth in hopes that he will be compelled to touch you.

“Oh yeah, show me,” his voice is thick with passion. “Mmm, baby, that is gorgeous, all swollen and overflowing.”

You feel his fingers dip into your folds, flicking up and down. Then his whole mouth is on your lips, sucking.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you moan.

His tongue runs up your slit and over your asshole, pushing the wetness with his tongue.

You feel his fingers rubbing your hole. Thankfully you cleaned up real good for him.

“How is this today? Are you sore from yesterday babe?” he asks.

You shake your head.

You feel saliva drip on your hole and he pushes his finger in and out with relative ease. He pulls out, making you moan. You feel two fingers push in.

“Oh yes, Austin,” you moan as you push back against him.

“Mmm, that’s better,” he says, almost to himself.

He starts sliding in and out of your ass, while his other hand rubs your lips. Your hips are moving in time with him, impaling yourself on his fingers. Oh fuck it feels good, you may come undone right here.

Then he abruptly pulls out and walks away, leaving you panting.

#Austin Butler #Austin Butler smut #Austin Butler x reader #Austin Butler fic #Austin butler fanfic

[mlmxreader]

So Cold | William Guarnere x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: "Aren't you lovely and warm?" guarnere x m!reader

summary: it's cold, and nobody is feeling it quite as much as Guarnere.

tws: swearing, smoking, mentions of physical fighting

It was freezing outside, fog so thick that nothing could be seen without the use of torches, and even then, they only allowed things to be seen a few feet away; the RAF had to halt everything, planes weren't allowed to fly, and training exercises for hand to hand combat were put on hold, too, which Perveen and Mohinder weren't happy about, as every Friday they would always spar with their kirpans. It was tradition, had been for years. Nobody was happy about it, really, but while the RAF made do with what you were all given, Easy Company weren't exactly finding it easy. They were shivering and shaking as they sat around fires they had made, complaining of the frost on the ground that made their backsides wet when they sat down, complaining that their fingers were cold; but none complained quite as much as Guarnere.

It got to the point where, when he entered Mohinder's office, his voice was nearly hoarse; the tip of his nose turning a slight pink as he sniffled and wiped his nose on the sleeve of his rough coat. It wasn't much warmer in the office, but with a pot of freshly brewed coffee on the side, he made his way to it, and put his hands on it as he sighed; it was boiling, making his fingers sting as he winced and sniffled. Mohinder was nowhere to be seen, probably off with Perveen somewhere, maybe even discussing plans with Abdul or helping him to find where the fuck the East was so that he could pray; so Guarnere made himself as home as he sat with the coffee pot on his lap, hugging it close.

"Fuck, he's such a cunt!" You exclaimed, dusting your hands off as you stamped your boots on the mat and huffed. "If that fucking cunt has a go about us not fucking-"

"Hi, baby," Guarnere smiled, lifting one hand off of the pot so that he could wave to you.

You looked at him for a second, then smiled. "Hi."

Daring to sit beside him, you reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out his cigarettes; with shaky hands, you lit two up, and passed him one. Guarnere took a long drag, then grumbled as he hugged the pot a little closer. "Hard day?"

"Your fucking Sobel," you growled. "Fucking had a go at us for fucking talking in Punjabi, again."

It was commonplace for the pilots of squadron number forty three to talk in Punjabi when they were alone; with Mohinder and Perveen both being raised speaking it, and you and Abdul learning it from them, it came more than naturally when you were all alone together. It was nothing. But Sobel didn't like it, and would always be venomous towards you when you dared to speak it. Both Guarnere and Winters had told him to shut his mouth about it, but he never listened.

"So I broke his fucking nose," you continued, "if he's not gonna shut his fucking trap, I'll knock his lights out so it stays fucking shut."

Guarnere dared to laugh softly as he nodded, someone had to put Sobel in his place, and if it that happened to be his own boyfriend... he wasn't going to feel anything except pride, if the truth were to be told. So he put the coffee pot back on the side, and he put his arm around you, grumbling softly.

"Aren't you lovely and warm?"

"You do work up a sweat when you've got some fucking cunt under you and you're just fucking hitting him with all you got," you laughed softly, leaning into him as you winced a little. "Fuck, you're cold... is this why you were hugging the coffee pot?"

Guarnere nodded. "Yeah... it's fine, I didn't touch the actual coffee."

"I dunno," you hummed. "Kinda don't want an American touching my coffee."

"Fuck off," he laughed, shaking his head. Soon enough though, he moved to sit on your lap, getting himself more than comfortable as he did his best to steal every single scrap of warmth that he could. "How are you not cold?"

"I'm normal," you laughed, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face against his neck, trying to help him to warm up a little bit. "Do you want my jacket?"

"Nah," he shook his head again, shuddering as he felt a gust of wind at his back. The door had been opened.

"Hey (y/n)," Abdul waved. "Guarnere alright?"

"He's cold," your voice was muffled, only just loud enough to be heard. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Abdul replied, taking a look around the office, "you seen my prayer mat?"

"In the back," you gestured over. "Should be next to mine... is it time already?"

Abdul checked his watch, then shook his head. "Not quite, few hours, but I can't remember where I put mine."

"I can't have five goddamn minutes with my boyfriend," Guarnere complained as he pulled back, moving so that his back was against your chest as he took a drag from his cigarette. "Not even five fuckin' minutes."

"I'll ask Allah if we can get more time," you joked softly, kissing his cheek. "No more than five minutes, though, just in case I've got a dogfight."

"In this fog?" Abdul scoffed as he started to look for his prayer mat. "(y/n), it's taken me and Mohinder all morning to find where East is pointing - we're not engaging in any fights."

"You never know," you hummed. "Fog might clear."

"It better not," Guarnere growled. "It's too cold, and I want my fuckin' boyfriend for once."

Abdul laughed softly, searching for his prayer mat amongst the other things that were crammed into the back of the office; it was the only place that wasn't impacted by the weather, and was also safe from rats and spiders and everything else that could be found on base. Beside his, yours was propped up against an old motorcycle engine.

"Found it!"

"Alhamdulillah!" You called. "Is it alright?"

"Yeah," Abdul nodded, tucking it under his arm. "Should be alright... I'll give you and Guarnere them five minutes now, don't worry."

"Thank fuck," Guarnere huffed, waiting for Abdul to leave before he moved himself back around and started to pepper your neck in little kisses. "You. Are. So. Fucking. Warm."

"You got five minutes," you pointed out with a soft laugh.

"Five hours," Guarnere bartered.

"An hour."

"Five hours."

You checked your watch. "I have prayer in three hours. You got until then."

"I can deal with that."

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[delivish]

hearthfire snippet

updated tags on this! if you like south park, fantasy, love triangles or (my personal fav) tweek being a secret badass, check out hearthfire >:] will update fairly frequently since it's my current brainrot fic while i work on getting ypiac done.

snippet of ch. 4 under cut. what pride do you have tweek, huh?

McCormick Keep was a limestone fortress on a hill. 

Tweek stuck his head out the stagecoach window, breathed in the cool early evening air, and watched as the castle drew closer and closer, his heart pounding out a steady rhythm of nervousness in his chest. The sun was a ball of fire on the horizon, and the castle blazed in its light. Its smooth, white limestone walls defiantly reflected the colors of the sunset right back at it, oranges and yellows and pinks, reds like fresh blood. 

The McCormicks had made their home in a rugged land of steep foothills, and their castle sat on one of the highest, overlooking a stream running through a green valley. The craggy landscape formed a natural barrier and had made the keep nearly impossible to approach, save for one narrow, winding road that dipped first into the valley before cutting a zigzagging path through the hills. White fir, oak, and pines clung to the foothills like stubborn whiskers on an old man’s face. 

Tweek’s dark green eyes drank it all in, too fascinated to be afraid for once. The stagecoach bounced wildly over the uneven road as the driver urged their horses forward, cracking his whip. Tweek was no stranger to nature — he had been raised in the wilds, after all — but this place was very different from the harsh mountains and dry, wind-swept plateaus he was used to. It was cold here. The air was crisp and chilly, and Tweek shivered as he craned his head to admire the scenery as they made the final dizzying ascent to McCormick Keep. The land unfurled maplike before them, green and rolling, and Tweek could see for miles in every direction — the stream that had looked so small from the ground cut like a long, blue ribbon through the valley and into an ancient coniferous forest until it finally emptied into a massive lake far off in the distance. If he squinted, he could just make out the high stone walls of Cailean sitting beside the lake, the one and only major city here in the McCormick-controlled territories. The rest were all towns and villages too small to name, fierce warlord clans, and leagues and leagues of uncharted and untamed wilderness where foul beasts were rumored to make their lairs. 

There was an oft-repeated joke in Zaron: McCormick lands were the only place where a person could legally show their backside because once you were here, the only thing left to do was turn your ass back around. 

But...it was beautiful here. Tweek hadn’t been expecting that — the McCormicks had such a dreadful reputation; somehow, he’d thought this would all be a barren wasteland. 

Tweek leaned back in his seat, shivering again as the stagecoach bounced along the road up to the castle gates. It hadn’t been so bad during the day, but the temperature had dropped with the setting sun, and with winter several weeks away, the fact that he was already shaking like a leaf in the wind did not bode well. Tweek already had enough trouble controlling his tics without the added help; thank you very much.

Tweek stole a glance at his traveling companion. Bebe had fallen asleep on the seat across from him. Her head was tilted back, her lips were slightly parted, and she snored like a congested goose, rocking with the motions of the stagecoach without stirring once. A thin line of drool seeped from one corner of her mouth. Other men probably would have found her unflattering (Bebe herself would have been horrified to learn that she snored so loudly), but all Tweek could think of was how cute she looked. Bebe was so vivacious she seemed almost ethereal, but she was very human, a beautiful young woman with big dreams who just so happened to drool in her sleep. It was really fucking adorable, man. 

Tweek tore his eyes away from her. He’d been stealing glances at her face all day, but now that he had the opportunity to stare without her knowing, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Watching someone while they slept straddled a fine line between protective and downright creepy, and that wasn’t a line Tweek was willing to cross. Tweek definitely had some creeper tendencies, but he also had some pride, damn it. 

Not much, but some. 

#My writing #Hearthfire #SP Fanfiction

[maraleestuff]

Find the Word Tag

I was tagged by @writingpotato07, thank you :) (Little known random personal trivia: the word search/ find the word tag games are my favorite)

My Words: Peel | Dress | Bend | Lonely | Stone

Tagging: @renee-writer, @spellboundinks, @taz-writes, and anyone else who wants too!

Your Words: Envy | Tale | Fill | Order | Device

Peel | The Guiding Star

“Oi!” Collioc, a middle-aged Zarinian with cobalt skin and a grizzled beard, snaps near my face, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Order something or leave. You’re blocking other customers.”

“Right.” I look at the menu board—a hologram screen—though I’ve been here enough times that I probably have the damned thing memorized by now. “Ainead Moonshine,” I order, sliding onto a barstool, the drying leather cracked and peeling from idle fingers. Will Collioc ever replace these stools?

Dress | A Healer’s Lament

“I’m here to help!” I yell. “Call out so I can find you!”

“I-I’m here!” The voice comes again. Not quite inside the ship…

I wander around the hull of the ship. There, in the middle of broken, splintered planks, is a bosmer, leaning against the broken ship. She’s dressed in armor—one of the marines?

Bend | Forged in Fire

A sting cuts like a whip across her shoulder. Artemis cries out, instinctively staggering back, stumbling over the hem of her kirtle. She falls onto her backside, stinging—but its numbed by terror as the assassin bends over her.

Artemis glimpses golden cheek bones under the hood, silver eyes like a clear lake; bright, hungry, feverish with bloodlust. She can easily imagine a feral, unhinged grin under the assassin's mask.

Lonely | The Guiding Star

“Say, I’ve been wondering,” Collioc starts, pulling out a rag to clean a sticky section of the counter. “That tattoo you have”—he nods toward my forearm— “why a compass?”

“A star,” I correct, biting back a sigh. A diamond-shaped star, about the size of a medallion, my tattoo has often been mistaken for the common symbol of a compass. “Polaris.”

“Never heard of it.” Collioc pours another drink, handing it off to a patron.

“It’s the North Star on Earth,” I say, not surprised that Collioc doesn’t know of it; I’m not even sure you can see it in Zarin’s night sky. My father had told me about Polaris when I was younger, in the jumbled memories when the ache of everything became bone-deep and lonely. “Some call it the guiding star.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s it guiding you toward?”

I sigh, taking a long drink. “I’ll let you know when I find out.”

Stone | The Rebel and the Mage

Windhelm appears out of the fog, looming like a fortress in the gray, early morning light. The dark stone walls glint slightly with ice and frozen-over snow. Dockworkers flit back and forth as the Northern Maiden pulls into port.

I shiver slightly, wrapping my cloak tighter around myself. Dunmer clothing is cottony, but meant to keep out ash, not snow—but even then, nothing could've prepared me for Skyrim's bone-deep chill.

Additional notes under the line break

- A Healer's Lament was originally named When Darkness Falls. (There's content under the tag wip: when darkness falls, but the current tag is wip: a healer's lament).

- Forged in Fire doesn't have a wip page — yet.

- The Rebel and the Mage is my most recent wip—I haven't put together a wip page just yet. (It's listed in my intro post as untitled.

- The "lonely" snippet is the first scene idea I had for The Guiding Star and, as you might be guessing, the reason for the story's title. I couldn't help but share the excerpts entirety lol.

#find the word tag #writeblr #wip: the guiding star #wip: a healer’s lament #wip: forged in fire #wip: the rebel and the mage

[kibaswhore]

"Good Boy" w/ Minato Namikaze (18+)

Content warning: Bottom!Minato x reader, pegging, age gap, reader was Minato’s student, humiliation kink(?), exhibitionism mention, Kushina erasure :( ; read responsibly!

“Poor baby,” The steady motion of your thrusts rocked Minato, whose face was buried into the pillow below him while his ass was in the air, taking your purple strap. His whimpers bounced off the walls in the room alongside the sound of your palm colliding with his backside. You stared down at the blonde and watched as his ass burned a beautiful red from the impact. “I wonder what your son would say if he saw you like this, hm?” Your nails dug into his hips as you fucked him deeper and his head shot up immediately from the feeling of plastic grazing his prostate. There was no doubt that anyone outside the room or even your apartment could hear the shout he let out. Your right hand grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged his head gently to get his attention. “I’m speaking to you, did you hear me?” “Yes, mommy.” “Imagine if the village saw how much of a slut their beloved Yellow Flash is. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Have your students see you taking this plastic cock in your ass? Your master?” “N-no, mommy.” “I think you’re lying, considering how you’ve been letting the whole complex know how how much you love dick with your whorish screams. Fuck.” You let go of his hair and moved both of your hands to his shoulders, latching onto them and letting them aid you in reaching deeper inside the man than ever before. “Oh my god- ah!” Minato’s face contorted in pleasure, feeling a knot form in his stomach as his ass swallowed the strap down to its base as his hips now collided with yours. He could feel his cock throb as his load amassed in his balls, ready to erupt from the tip of his cock that now sported a rosy colour. You chuckled at how noisy the Hokage had gotten, all too familiar with what the sounds meant. “You’re not gonna cum, are you?” you taunted. “I can't hold it anymore!” His whole body felt as if it was on fire. “Cum for me; let this whole village know how much you love getting fucked by me, sensei.” Minato could only let out a gasp before a loud shout of ‘fuck’ as he spilled onto the bed. You kept fucking him, just in slow gentler strokes and watched as he painted his navy-blue sheets an off-white colour. His balls twitched; his high didn’t seem to end until a large pool of cum accumulated under him. When he finally felt his orgasm subside, he collapsed into the mattress. You pulled your strap-on out and rolled him over onto his back, admiring your work. He looked so pretty, flushed and donning a sheen layer of sweat that made him glow under the recessed light in your room. Your fingers went to gently massage his cute softening cock, and you relished how his body flinched in reaction to the overstimulation. Noticing that the man had begun to doze off, you planted a kiss on his chest, forehead, and lips before you tucked him in. You almost missed the small “thank you” he mumbled before he began to snooze. You smiled at him. Nothing made you prouder than being the only one who could truly pleasure the man who once taught you all you know.

I wanna slut Minato Namikaze out so bad that I wrote this in one go. Also this takes place around the time of shippuden but with an obvious twist. I am very upset at how happy I am with this. Feel free to send requests!

#minato x reader #囧 drabbles — kibaswhore. #Minato smut #Minato Namikaze smut #Naruto smut #Minato namikaze smut