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dabisqueen · 1 year

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virgin call

Incubus!Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 5.7K

⇢ plot: unknowingly, you summon an Incubus. Just smut, no plot.

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, the reader is a bit under the influence of incubus aphrodisiacs, oral (m receiving), throat bulge, deep throatpie, oral (f receiving), size kink, belly bulge, cum kink, breeding (kink), loss of virginity, mentions of blood, kind of consensual unprotected sex (maybe dubcon) an*l sex, overstimulation, multiple creampies, double-dick

⇢ personal note: it just came over me because an anon mentioned this… thank you! Submitted to the "ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔰" collab by @/nymphoheretic

Thanks to @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for being my beta again– you're my writing-soulmate! 😘

Your attempt at conjuring a spirit went– let's just say, it was pretty unspectacular. After having set up everything, and singing the summoning chant—

—nothing happened.

So here you find yourself kneeling on the floor, trying to scratch the spilled wax off the cheap linoleum tiles with your chalk and salt-stained fingers. The only thing spectacular about this summoning is the mess it had produced.

If only you had summoned a cleaning spirit.

You sigh. It is just another sign pointing to your miserable life. This project has been a disaster– like everything else in your life. You have no friends, can't keep a single plant alive in your apartment, only have a low-paying job as a cashier and—

—you're still a virgin at age 22.

So much for not being pathetic.

You exhale in frustration, finally managing to clean up everything and pull the faded rug back into its place.

After disposing of the remnants of your failed invocation, you take a quick shower and go to bed. Turning off the light of the crooked bedside lamp, you sink your head onto your pillow and close your eyes.

So precious. I want to make you mine.

You sit up in bed, taking several heaving breaths, sleep still fogging your brain as the echoes of that voice continue to linger in your ears. Confusion washes over you as you come to realize that it's night and you are in your room, having just woken from a dream.

So sweet—

That low sultry voice speaks again, close to your ear– and you jolt. You swear you can feel the warmth of a breath on your skin. You spin, panic rising in your stomach. Yet, as you look around you, the full moon outside only casts its dim light on the scarce pieces of furniture that you own.

There is no one in the room with you and no evidence that there ever has been. Still, you swear you heard a voice. After your beating heart calms down again, you convince yourself that it was just a vivid illusion, caused by your earlier attempts at spiritualism. You lay down, tucking yourself in again for the night, until sleep finally takes over.

It starts like feathers on your skin, traveling up your exposed arms, your inner thighs. It makes you squirm in your sheets when more of them trail up your naked stomach, tracing the fullness of your breasts before grazing your hardening nipples. They feel like fingers, dozens of them, sliding over your body, making you squirm in your bed, an unknown heat starting to settle in your core.

The fingers are reaching for you, their tips ghosting over the skin of your naked body. These sensations take over your mind when they start running over the points of your body that are most sensitive, concentrating their effort on heightening your growing pleasure. You feel wetness pool in your underwear, dripping down your thighs.

You can barely process these sensations, your mind lagging, clouded. All these fingers on your skin– you are overwhelmed by how good it feels, each touch more intense than the next. They graze over your nipples again, perking them into sensitive little nubs while you get wetter and wetter. It is so much that the pleasure converges, sparks starting to ignite in your core.

The fingers continue to touch — so eager on your skin, heightening every little jolt of pleasure. A little shock runs down your spine and you whimper. This feels too real as if it isn't a dream at all. You are so close. If only a few more minutes—

Do you want to cum?

The voice is there again. Too taken up by pleasure, your mind is starting to float somewhere above your body, far away. You writhe and gasp between moans, “Yes.”

The voice chuckles. The fingers intensify their ministrations and you arch.

What will you do for me to fulfill this wish?

You are succumbing to a fog of heavy desire. Before your pleasure peaks into a white-hot light, you scream, “Everything!”

You wake up, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body, the afterglow of your orgasm still rippling through you, making your soaked pussy throb. Your heart is pounding loudly in your ears

Yet, not solely from the pleasure– it's also from the feeling that something is off.

A dark, silky voice breaks through the darkness– the same voice that spoke to you in your dreams.

"Did you enjoy that?"

Your eyes widen, the mental fog clinging to you slowly dissipating. As they adjust to the darkness, you see him standing at the side of your bed. He is strikingly handsome, sensually carnal. His great black wings unfurl and span the width of your small apartment. Patches of gnarled purple skin adorning his face and body are complemented in color by horns protruding from the top of his head, nestled amidst inky black windstrewn hair.

But his most breathtaking feature isn't the wings or the horns. It is his piercing blue eyes that seem to glow in the darkness. The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver up your spine. That and the fact that he is–

–completely and shockingly naked.

Your gaze drops instantly, yet not without having peeked at his massive flaccid cock, hanging heavy and thick between his thighs.

He tilts his head down at you imperiously, his lips upturning in a mockery of a smile. "Like what you see?"

You gasp and blink, trying to ignore the rising blush on your face. He steps closer, smirking down at you, looking every bit sinful. He radiates such sexual confidence that it has you taking shallow breaths, chills of pleasure arise in your body as wetness resumes pooling in your underwear.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you try to ignore your body's reaction, mumbling dazedly. "Who are you?"

He tilts his head, drawing attention to the set of horns on his head. You stare as piercing blue eyes take you in. "You summoned me, sweetheart. You should know."

His seductive, low voice surrounds you, floats through you, and seeps into your brain.

"I w-what?" You ask, dumbly.

He just smirks. It takes you a moment to realize what he is saying. But then it hit you.

The conjuring.

"I didn't think that—" Blinking slowly, you stare at him. "I mean, I wanted to summon a spirit— not a demon."

“You don’t even know what you’ve invoked, do you, little human?” He purrs, his husky voice so pleasing to hear.

“N-no,” you admit.

He moves faster than you anticipate, the mattress dipping under his weight as he suddenly hovers above you.

"Sweetheart, when a virgin is calling a spirit, you know there's only one creature answering her calls." His face aligns beside yours, his lips brushing the rim of your ear as he whispers, "An incubus."

Your heart races a million miles a minute as you clench your thighs to suppress the throb between them.

"And now that I am here," he straightens up and grins down at you devilishly, "I'll have you take responsibility for stirring up a thirsty one."

The way his voice sounds through you causes your core to pound with pleasure. Goosebumps rise on your skin and even more wetness pools in your panties. A sinful moan rips from your mouth as he chuckles, low and seductive.

“What is happening to me?” You ask.

“You're in the presence of an incubus. Your body is reacting–" He tilts his head, deep azure irises tracing the features of your face. “Cause it knows it's mine."

“It's– I'm not…" you whisper, clenching your thighs in an attempt to keep the heat at bay.

"Aw, little thing," A low chuckle rumbles through his chest. "There's nothing you can do about it.”

You slowly scramble backward in an attempt to get away from him– until suddenly you can't go any further and your back is pressed against the headboard.

His smirk never breaks as the demon moves, one large, claw-tipped hand closing in on you. You inhale sharply as it hooks under the seam of your shirt, pulling it down and taut– before you hear the fabric rip. His claws keep slicing your shirt to pieces across your front, making your breasts spill out.

"You will only come for me," he muses, "on my cock, from now on."

Oh god…

You have no thoughts, the chill of the cool air drifting over your skin making your nipples bud up. You suck in a sharp breath, another surge of heat rippling through your body.

"I fulfilled my part of the bargain, now it's your turn—” his eyes rake down your body like a caress, stopping at the point where your legs converge. "You will be bred, filled with my seed."

Despite the ominous threat, you can't help a moan from bubbling up your throat, your pussy throbbing at his words.

“I-I don't want that!” You stammer, swallowing thickly.

“Oh doll, your body is telling me otherwise.” he chuckles, deep blue eyes twinkling. “You're aroused just by the thought of it. I can smell your slick, feel the heat of your cunt.”

Oh boy is he right.

He moves close and, looking down at you, leans forward, one hand supporting his weight on the side of your body while the other traps your jaw underneath his clawed fingers, propping it up, forcing you to make eye contact with him. The sharp horns crowning his head loom over you and block out the dim light of the moon, making the demon's eyes gleam.

"You will beg–" You can see his azure irises swirl, drawing you in, "–beg me to fill you up, over and over again."

At his words, the ache in your core grows even more intense. Your pussy pulses with desire, releasing another surge of slick. You feel it dripping out and down your ass while he chuckles deeply.

"N-No—" You lie– obviously.

An unreadable expression crosses his face, then he gives you a wicked smirk before he dips down, hovering his mouth over yours.

"Oh, you will…" You can feel his hot breath fanning your lips, seeping into your lungs like an aphrodisiac.

You inhale deeply, his scent intoxicating. It has your blood buzzing in your veins and brings a pleasurable fog rolling into your head until it spins. Your pupils start to dilate, the heat inside your core burns unlike anything you have ever felt before and a deep moan erupts from you. Totally delirious, you can't stop the drool from spilling past the corners of your mouth, your core getting wetter by the second.

You realize that you want this– you want this so badly. His presence, his scent, his voice… all about him just makes you feel pleasure– yet you want to feel more than that. You want to feel everything. It's then you know that he owns you.

“Please…" you moan.

"Please what?" Knowingly, his soft lips brush yours, sending fiery-hot sparks through your body.

"Please pleasure me." You sob, desperately.

He sits back on his heels, smirking, the cock between his thighs now fully erect. You blink as you stare at it. It is huge, the thick crown of it a reddish hint, leaking so much precum, it trickles down its underside, dripping onto the sheets.

“Come here.” He crooks his fingers.

Part of you wants to fight it– the pull you feel toward him. But your body reacts on its own, crawling –no– gravitating toward him without conscious thought. He palms the erection standing proud and stiff between his legs while watching you from above, eyes heavy with lust. His free hand rises to wrap around your throat.

“Open.” He demands, the other hand holding the base of his thick cock.

Obediently, you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. The head of his cock, hot and heavy, slips between your lips and sits thick on your wet muscle.

“Close.” He growls and you do, wrapping your lips around him.

The incubus' scent is intoxicating down here, the taste of his precum delicious and salty. Without conscious thought, your eyes flutter shut as your tongue swirls around his cockhead, greedily dipping into the slit.

The demon grits his teeth, baring his canines. His hands go to the sides of your head, long fingers tangling into your hair to shove you down his shaft. A whine rips from your throat and you gag the first time his cock touches the back of your throat.

“Suck it,” he commands, tilting his head.

You raise your hazy eyes, misted by tears, to see the demon staring down at you with hungry eyes while his hips start to move forward and back slowly, restlessly.

He's gentle, yet commanding and you love it. You've never felt so wanted or needed. With your lips coated in a mixture of precum and spit, he starts thrusting forward harder now, his clawed hands holding you in place. Each time you sink even further down on his cock, swallowing every inch that fits into you.

He goes deeper with each thrust, making sure his size hits the back of your throat every time. And even though you're being painfully stretched, all you feel is pleasure, delicious and intense, and a pooling between your legs. Still, the incubus gazes down at you with a frown, despite your best efforts.

“You can do better,” he coaxes. "Relax."

With that, he bucks his hips forward, holding them there, as you gag and sputter around his length. His grip on your hair tightens, and with a final desperate breath of air, you relax your jaw and his cock slips into your throat with ease.

“Such a good girl,” the demon purrs as your nose grazes the unruly patch of hair at the base of his cock, your throat bulging.

Tears spill down your cheeks as he starts moving again, the wet slap of his constant thrusting filling the otherwise quiet room.

With his slow yet steady rhythm, you get used to his length sliding into you, learning how to breathe despite his intrusion.

“You’re taking me so well.” His brilliant turquoise eyes gaze down at you, your throat tightening around him at his praise.

Your lips stretch around the thick girth of his cock while warm spit dribbles from your mouth and covers your chin, building a sticky mess at the base of his cock. Your fingers grasp uselessly at his thigh while he uses you to chase his high. In that moment, he, his scent, and his heat become your very essence.

Looking up at him from beneath wet lashes, you distantly feel his thrusts becoming more erratic, turning into a rough grinding in your mouth, when he orders. “Now, swallow.”

It takes one, two thrusts before he stills, the obscene bulge in your throat proof of how deep he is buried inside of you. You don't taste it, just feel him spill his hot seed down your throat. His cock continues to twitch, unloading into you, filling your belly until you feel it stretch obscenely.

“Take it like the good girl you are," he purrs, "Take all of my cock.”

You obediently do, struggling not to gag around him, trying to take short shallow breaths through your nose.

Eventually, his cock slides heavily out of you, leaving a glistening string of saliva and cum connecting you. Sputtering and coughing, you try to catch your breath. The demon looks at you before one hand comes up to cradle your head, the other brushing soothingly over your hair. “You've done so well for me, little human.”

His thumb trails over your chin, wiping the drool off before he dips down, kissing your cheeks, lapping up all the salty tears that wet your face.

"Ah– virgin tears are so delicious," the incubus croons.

You let out a soft sob, leaning into his touch before he retreats, taking you in with glowing blue eyes and you shiver at the hunger you see in them.

Without warning, his mouth crashes on yours, hungry and demanding. He knows what he's doing– devouring your lips– and you can't help but moan, making his hot wet tongue slip into your mouth. The fire in you keeps burning as you lean into him, his lips dancing against yours. One hand raises to the side of your face, his fingers curl into your hair, angling your face to meld your lips deeper against his. He kisses with so much fervor now that he almost consumes you. You shudder against his kiss, your mind heavily clouded and you moan into his mouth, making him groan. He releases you, pulling back.

“Fuck, you’re too delicious." His eyes glow bright, filled with lust. "Now, it's time to fill you up, my little human."

His palm lays flat on your chest and he pushes you back until you drop on the mattress. He eyes your heaving breasts hungrily before leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly, then soothing over it with his tongue.

“Oh God,” You let out a choked breath, half delirious.

"You can just call me Dabi." The demon chuckles against your skin, his scorching tongue swirling around your nub.

He casts you a darkly amused look and continues his ministrations until you are a writhing mess underneath him. Slithering down your body, his large hands grip your thighs and shove them further apart. He nuzzles your inner thighs, closing his eyes to inhale the scent of your arousal.

“Doll, who knew– you're at your peak.” His dark eyes rise to your face and he gives you a sharp smile. “My seed is gonna take perfectly.”

You pant heavily as he hooks a claw through the top of your panties and, pulling down, slices the fabric open, his eyes drifting to your exposed cunt. Dabi licks his lips and with a pleased purr, he bends his head, sliding his raspy tongue along your folds. It's hot and wet, as he gathers your slick on it, tasting your reaction to him before he fastens his mouth over it to suck at your soaked pussy.

You nearly keen off the bed, mouth falling open in a gasp of shocked pleasure, writhing in his firm grip. Dabi keeps tasting you, licking from the source of your heat all the way up to your clit, sucking your tender bud into his mouth as you squirm on the bed.

You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut– but all of a sudden, the sensation is gone, replaced by a sharp sting as Dabi spanks your clit.

“Eyes on me, doll,” the demon growls, baring his teeth.

Your eyes instantly shoot open, not wanting to disappoint– and a satisfied smirk spreads across his face.

"Good girl," he intones huskily, running his hand soothingly over your hips.

His voice is lust-saturated, sending hot arousal pooling in your gut, making your body thrum with need. It is a feeling you've never felt before. His eyes never leave yours as he drags the flat of his tongue up and down your core before nibbling and sucking at your over-sensitive nub. His palms trail up your sides to cup your breasts, squeezing them, like he's anchoring himself. Taking your nipples between his claw-tipped fingers, he rolls them between them, as he starts alternating between sucking and lapping at your swollen clit.

You are so overstimulated, the pleasure you feel a mix of ecstasy and agony. You sob and beg– yet your pleas go ignored. Dabi continues eating you out, sending desire running down your spine and pooling in your core. You start bucking into his face, needing more of this. Then a white heat flares up in your core and your thoughts are cut off by the force of your orgasm. You can't stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your skull, your mouth hanging open in a silent moan as the blinding pleasure rips through your body like lightning. The incubus pulls back to look down at the mess he made of you, how you lay below him, your body slick with sweat. Pleasure still rolls through your limbs, fogging your brain and vision and you barely register the demon as he hovers above you,

"I'm gonna fuck you until my cock is the only thing you can think of." His words send shivers up your spine.

You can't suppress it, your body wants just one thing– him. Your legs fall open, sinfully, and he slowly slots his body between your thighs, a claw-tipped hand running affectionately over your hair. He dips down, eagerly latching his lips on the pulsating vein on your neck, and pleasure floods your limbs, making it seep out of you. You feel his warmth pressed against you as he starts to gather your essence on his shaft. He grinds his hard dick against your swollen folds, mixing it with the copious amounts of precum that leak from his tip.

“This pussy– this body– they are mine,” he growls against your skin. "I'm gonna breed you now, claim you as mine."

"Dabi, please—" you sob, writhing in heat below him., "I-I can't."

"Yes, you can, my little human," he looks down at you with cerulean-colored eyes, "And you will."

A moan breaks from your lips, becomes a shudder as the pleasure intensifies with him thrusting along your folds now, spreading precum all over you. The endorphins flooding your system heighten your desires, overwhelming your doubts, and the urge to have his massive cock deep inside you becomes unbearable.

As if he can read your mind, he purrs, lazily, “Want my cock?”

"Yes please–" you whine, needily.

"How badly?" His voice is seductive, low, and husky.

"I need it!" It feels like you're burning up inside.

You gasp heavily when his hands sneak around your hips, pulling you up to align his throbbing cock at your entrance.

Dabi's smoldering blue eyes snap up to meet yours. "Are you ready to be bred?"

Part of you still screams no, yet your body desires otherwise. Your core is dripping, the sheets below you soaked. Your skin is hot, sweaty, and sensitive– and it feels like molten lava flows through your veins. You need him inside of you. It feels like a deeply seeded instinct to have this man– this demon– fill you up. Through teary eyes, you look at him. Dabi is so incredibly breathtaking– his chiseled features and captivating aura, his piercing blue eyes that are trained on you.

"Please, fuck me." You sob deliriously. "Fill me up."

"Good girl." The demon chuckles, his posture dominating as he begins pushing his hips forward.

The bulbous head of his dick presses against your passage before it pops in. You cry out, the stretch of his girth immense. Dabi quickly hits resistance but with another quick roll of his hips, it gives. Your cries turn into desperate moans as the demon keeps shoving himself further inside, slowly disappearing inside of you, inch by inch. His massive cock spreads you apart, forcing your walls outward. The stretch feels amazing and you can't stop yourself from succumbing to the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure all in one. The second he bottoms out, you almost pass out.

"Ah– virgin pussy is simply the best," he groans, watching how your eyes roll back, his cock outlined in your tummy as your pussy keeps quivering around him.

After a few much-needed moments for you to adjust to his size, he pulls out. He looks down watching how his cock comes out, covered in your slick mixed with the color of crimson. Nudging the tip at your entrance, he spears into you with one swift thrust and you cry out again. The sudden sensation of being filled sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He’s so big, so long and thick– the feeling so intense. The demon smirks at your reaction and starts to thrust into you now, drawing sweet cries of pleasure from your mouth as you writhe beneath him.

“Such a fine cunt.” he inhales a sharp breath from between gritted teeth. “All mine.”

Your pussy is dripping onto his dick, lubricating it as he fucks you– hard, deep strokes that bring you closer and closer. You keep tightening up around him with each move, pleasure and pain wrecking your body and mind.

Dabi’s face moves close to yours, as he stares at you with lust and hunger, a predatory smirk on his lips that makes your belly churn. Every thrust is so delicious, amazing. You want more. Your incubus keeps whispering dirty nothings about breeding you, punctuating his words with powerful thrusts, all while his essence keeps sloshing around in your belly.

It's so obscene—

—yet so good.

He’s still sneering down at you when the tension builds up so high that you can’t take it anymore. It bursts, sending waves of pleasure shooting through you. Dabi continues to pound into you, your eyes rolling back, your walls clenching up around his cock again.

The incubus hisses, feeling you tighten around him. He keeps pleasuring your puffy cunt, balls slapping against your butt every time he sinks in, impossibly deep. The grip on your hips tightens, sharp claws digging into your flesh, piercing through skin until small drops of blood appear. But you're too out of it to feel pain– you just feel bliss.

Lifting your ass, his cock starts stroking along a spot inside of you that has your vision turn white. Dabi seems delirious as he stares down at where you both are connected. The wet sounds of him drilling into your pussy fill the room as he keeps impaling you on his cock over and over again. The little brain you have left working properly knows you’re a mess below him— drool running down your cheeks, tears cascading down your temples, dampening the pillow beneath you. And yet here he is, smirking down at you with no sign of exhaustion at all. It's quite the opposite to you– he seems to glow, a blue aura surrounding him that seems to flicker around his body and wings like caressing flames.

His hands slide to your thighs, pushing your legs back against your shoulders. You feel him slide his cock insanely deep, deeper than before– in a way that didn't seem possible. Each stroke into your convulsing hole is more intense, pouring more overwhelming sensations into your body. You’re moaning obscenely, with your insides stuffed impossibly full.

"I'm going to cum, precious." He warns. "Gonna fill you up. Are you ready?"

"Yes!" You moan needily.

"Yes, what?" He asks again.

"Come inside of me," you gasp for breath, struggling to think clearly, "Fill me up and breed me!"

"Good girl." He growls sensuously, sultry and low. "Gonna fuck my seed into you—"

He thrusts deeply one more time, and you shatter into a million pieces. Your pussy clamps down on his length almost painfully, milking him, and the incubus hisses. His wings extend fully, spanning the width of your small apartment bedroom as he throws his head back in ecstasy. His cock seems to swell before he releases rope after rope of his thick hot cum into your waiting womb.

"Ah yes," he groans. "Take it all— carry my offspring."

You hear his words but they're drowned by your pleasure, unable to comprehend the consequences of them. You are too far gone, head lolling and drool dripping from your mouth. Dabi stays buried inside you, copious amounts of cum pooling out at the base of his cock. The blue glow emanating from his body intensifies from all of the energy he's drained from you. You feel him, still hard, still ready for more and it sends sparks shooting in your brain.

"That's gotta do it," your incubus leans down to whisper against your ear, "But better to be safe than sorry, right?"

And with that, Dabi grabs you by your hips and flips you over. One hand clutches your neck to press your head into the sheets, the other lifts your ass up. Between one heartbeat and the next, he is looming over you. In your lust-fogged mind, you feel the heat of not just one but two dicks as he rubs them along your seam, coating himself in the ample mixture of your slick and his release.

"W-what…" you murmur, exhausted, face half buried in your sheets.

"Didn't know incubi could change form, huh?" He intones and you feel the pressure at your holes increase.

"Dabi—" you whine and try to wiggle your ass away from him. "It won't fit—"

He grips your hips, holding you in place, dwarfing you in your attempt to get away from him. Your breathing stutters as you tense up.

"Shh, doll, it's ok," Dabi soothes in his deep voice. It causes your pussy to quiver in anticipation despite the fear lacing your mind.

He dives forward, his canines grazing against the supple skin of your neck before he shifts closer to your ear and whispers, "Relax and give yourself to me."

At his words, you allow yourself to loosen up and he begins to press himself against you in earnest. With a grunt, he breaches your virgin asshole while his lower cock slides into your gaping pussy. You cry out in an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain and your hips flex in his hold. He holds you there, keeps you stretched around the fattest part of his cockhead, while you bite into your bedsheets, tears breaching your lash line.

Slowly, you get used to the stretch and the pain gradually changes into something else, something more pleasurable. Then, with one swift thrust, he drives himself fully into you, sheathing his two cocks into you at once. It sends tremors throughout your body before another rush of endorphins hits you like a wave. It's unlike anything you've ever felt before, and you moan his name as he withdraws and pushes into you again.

Dabi sets a demanding pace, and all you can do is fist the sheets as he rides you, pumping both dicks into you with vigor. The way he fills you feels obscene, his two cocks hitting you so deep. He's hitting spots that feel more amazing than anything you've felt before. You can feel the pressure building inside you and arch, pushing back into him. His pace quickens, and he fucks you with such force the bed creaks. This would normally concern you– if your brain were properly functioning.

"Your holes feel so perfect, little one," he groans, as he pulls out and drives into you again, hard, turning your whimpers into broken moans. "The best ones I've ever had–"

Your brain is shut down, little hiccups escaping you as your body moves solely on instinct. On lust. Another gush of slickness gets you even wetter, the messy slick sounds of your holes sucking him in echoing through the room. His hands close in on your neck, pressing you down as he pumps into you, your ass clenching around him as your pussy tightens around his cock. Your cheeks burn, your mouth opens in a silent moan and in the back of your head, you feel a powerful orgasm building.

"I'm gonna cum, doll." Dabi groans.

He lightly circles your swollen clit with the tip of his clawed finger, pushing you beyond a point you've never been before. With his next thrust, you feel your core convulse with a force unbeknown to you. Your mouth opens in a silent cry, no longer able to speak as the pressure throbbing between your legs releases and you feel yourself come undone. Clear liquid gushes from your core and drips onto the sheets below. Dabi lets out a low growl when he reaches his climax, driving himself in to the hilt, pumping his cum into your pussy and asshole. Your belly starts pudging outwards as his burning hot release floods your insides and you topple over the edge yet again, your holes milking his cocks for all their seed. His pace staggers and slows until eventually, he pulls out, glancing down to scrutinize the mess dripping out of your two holes onto the drenched mess of your bed sheets.

"I have to admit," he pants, the corners of his lips quirking up, "You're the best I've ever had."

He finalizes his statement with another solid plow forward.

For the rest of the night, the incubus plays with your body, making you cum until you lose count of how many times he shattered your world. Your holes are left creamy and white from every load he unleashes into you. Your eyes are stuck permanently in the back of your head from the constant pleasure wrecking your body. Your brain is non-functional, and your body is completely and utterly overwhelmed by the sheer number of times you came. The sun is just beginning to rise when he finally retreats and you slump bonelessly onto the bed, your entire body aching. The sheets beneath you are drenched with your sweat and your combined release. Dabi watches you intently, alternating between stroking your hair and your cheek. His wings come to shelter your body, their warm leathery skin gently caressing your form.

"You did well for me, little one." Leaning over you, his lips brush your ear as he croons seductively into your ear, "I think, I will take you with me. I sense that my seed has taken and I can’t bear to part with such a perfect little human."

You should be upset over these final words, retaliate against their implications. Yet all you feel is drowsiness and absolute bliss. Being filled with his warm essence, your lips pull up into a soft, satisfied smile and your eyes slip closed, exhaustion finally taking over.

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Business Trip

husband!Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.7k

Summary: Nanami hates going on business trips now that he has you in his life. Even with food and hotel expenses paid for by his company, it’s not enough to distract him from the fact that he misses you. The two of you have the perfect solution for this, which includes a vivid imagination and the help of a little, but mighty, toy. cw: sex-toy use (vibrator), phone sex, explicit sexual content, language, Nanami is a bit mean, dirty talk, use of pet-names (honey, sweetie, princess), reader is called whore and slut (endearing lol), just pure nasty smut. Author’s Notes: More husband!Nanami smut! I was inspired to write this because I just purchased my very first vibe two weeks ago and boy, is it something. Hope you like this filth! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thanks for reading! Divider credits to @/cafekitsune! Tagging the lovely @liliorsstuff-blog bc I love her and Nanami is her husband. 😉

Nanami has a hard time when he has to go out of town for a business trip. He never used to mind it before; in fact, he liked being sent away to a different city every once in a while, especially when the food and hotel expenses were paid for. However, ever since the two of you have been together, he dreads them because it means time away from you. And he hates being apart from you. Absolutely hates it. And to be honest, you hate it too.

This time, he’s sent to Osaka for a convention, staying at a swanky hotel covered by his company. He takes full advantage of this, ordering room service, indulging in a bottle or two of liquor from the mini bar. He even wraps himself in a fluffy robe after showering, sitting in bed with hair still wet at the tips. A single tap of his phone and he’s calling you, waiting a single ring for you to pick up. “Hi baby!” you answer, his mood instantly lifted at the sound of your cheery voice.

“How are you, princess?”

“Good. Just in our room now. How was your day?”

He spends the next several minutes recounting today’s festivities, including a funny story about him sneaking a second complimentary bento for lunch. You rant to him about your coworkers’ petty drama involving missing office supplies and stolen meals from the fridge. You both share what you ate for dinner, you complimenting the picture he sent earlier of the full spread ordered through room service. He sends you a quick snapshot of his current view of his hotel room, including his bare feet sticking out from under the robe.

“Your room is so nice. Look at your toes!” you laugh. “Are you going to sleep soon?”

“Not yet. Still waiting for my hair to dry.” He pauses, contemplating for a split second before asking, “Are you in bed now?”

“Yup, all snuggled under the covers.”

He smiles to himself, picturing you cocooned in the thick comforter the two of you share, curled to the right side of the bed where you usually sleep. “Do you miss me?”

“Of course I do. I miss you so much.”

Without thinking, he spreads his legs wider, getting more comfortable against the pillows. “I miss you too, princess. I wish I was there with you right now.”

“Me too.”

There’s a moment of silence, tension hanging heavy in the static noise between you. Nanami decides to stop beating around the bush. It’s obvious what you both want. You’ve been married long enough, together even longer, there’s no shame or secrets anymore. “Wish I could fuck you right now,” he confesses.

You moan through the speaker, thighs splayed, reaching towards your pussy. Tonight, you’re wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, his scent lingering on the fabric, making you feel safe and secure in his absence. You sink into the cushions, whispering a breathy, “Baby.”

“Tell me what you’re wearing right now.”

“Just your t-shirt and my underwear.”

“Oh yeah? One of your silky ones?”

You hum, confirming his suspicions as he loosens the knot of his robe, folding back the cotton to expose his hardening cock. “God, I bet you look so good right now.”

You giggle softly, lifting the hem of the shirt past your stomach, fingers brushing your skin delicately, imagining his instead.

His voice is low, thick with lust. “I want to hear you come. Can you do that for me?”

“Mm-hm,” you respond, slipping underneath the waistband, teasing your clit with the pad of your middle finger.

He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, already knowing what you’re doing. “Not with your fingers, honey. Use the vibrator, remember?”

A whine escapes your mouth while you reach for the drawer to retrieve the small toy, the one you bought recently to supplement nights alone like this. He was the first to test it out on you, though. Made sure it was good enough to satisfy your needs. The recent memory of him pressing the fluttering tip to your clit, pumping wet fingers in and out of your cunt, has you throbbing.

You push your panties past your knees, sliding them off completely at your ankles. With the blanket hastily stripped from your body, you spread your thighs wide, completely exposed from the waist down. A small bead of lube is just enough to get it slick. You rub the oiled tip up and down your pussy, finger on the button, anticipating the intense sensation.

“Don’t turn it on yet,” he demands. He wraps his hands around the base of his cock, slow strokes to start. “Tease it a little bit. Just like I do it.”

Your husband always likes to take his time with you, no matter how desperate and aching for him you are. And when you’re two hundred plus miles away from each other, you predict he’s going to draw this out as long as he possibly can, both for his pleasure and yours. Not that you’re complaining.

You play with your clit, tingling bud pulsing against the smooth exterior of the vibrator. He huffs, “Don’t hold back. I want you dripping onto to the sheets. Can you do that for me, honey?”

Another moan escapes your lips, envisioning the mess you’re about to make with his sultry voice guiding you through it. “I can’t do it alone,” you whine, finger right on the trigger, raring to go. “Help me, Kento.”

“I’m right here, princess. Don’t worry. Just listen to me, okay? Follow my every word.”

You nod, hypnotized by each syllable uttered from his lust laden lips, like an obedient slut. You’ve almost forgotten that you’re alone in bed, convinced he’s whispering filthy instructions directly in your ear beside you, watching you unravel with the dormant toy pressed to your pussy. “Can you turn it on now, honey?”

He’s gentle and affectionate in the beginning, hiding wicked desires behind endearing pet-names. Soon, he’ll start taunting you, tormenting you for being so fucking sensitive, so fucking needy. The two sides of him work together in perfect sync, angel and devil, both determined to make you lose yourself in the throes of passion. There’s nothing he loves more than seeing you, or in this case, hearing you, completely unhinged for him, and only him.

When you finally push the button, the low buzz playing in the background, he can’t help but increase the pace of his strokes. He pictures your thighs open wide, the shaking tip nestled between your delicate pussy lips, the vibrations stimulating your clit, radiating down to your pointed toes. Head thrown back into the pillows, cheeks hot, tongue sticking out in that adorable dumb expression you make whenever you’re being fucked. It won’t take long for you to climax, not when he’s on the phone guiding you as he jerks his twitching cock. Just the thought of your body spasming from exhilaration is enough to get him off.

“That’s it, right on your clit, honey. Does it feel good?” He knows it does, judging by how the only response he receives are your shameless moans. He chuckles, stroking himself faster. “I can’t understand you, honey. Does it feel good?” Still no reply, he growls, “Answer me.”

You choke on your spit, drool leaking from the sides of your lips. When you catch your breath, you let out a trembling, “Yes!”, resulting in another sinister laugh from him.

“Feels so good, you can’t even speak properly, can you? Too fucked out to even think, huh? Nasty slut.” His devilish side kicks in, hell-bent on hearing you orgasm, to have you coming so hard you spill onto the sheets. “I married such a whore, didn’t I? That’s what you are, a fucking whore. You’re so fucking slutty for me, I love it.”

You’re a whimpering mess now, the vibe sending you into a spiral, clit aching from the relentless tremors. There’s not a coherent thought in your brain; you’re incapable of admitting to him that you’re close. You let him figure it out when you cry out, “Fuck!”, legs quivering and stomach tight from the intense high.

“Give me your fucking orgasm, baby. Let me fucking hear it,” he spits out, sweat forming on his forehead. He’s since stripped his robe off entirely, laying on top of It while he masturbates to the sounds of his precious slut doing exactly what he wants her to do. What he needs her to do.

When you’re finished, you slide the toy lower so that it’s not directly on your sensitive bud. The fluttering tip starts making soft splashing noises at your arousal, indicating just how fucking wet you are. You place the phone right on your abdomen, hoping he can hear the lewd squelches from your pussy. For the first time since you began, you’re able to formulate a proper sentence, body relaxed into the mattress. “Can you hear it, baby? Can you hear how wet I am for you?”

He definitely can. “Ah, fuck,” he swears, fisting his shaft faster. His hand is not enough; it never is. But he lets his imagination do the rest for him. He knows how fucking juicy his pretty wife’s pussy is. Your perfect, luscious pussy lips puffy from overstimulation, covered in sticky sweet cum. He’d do anything for a taste of it right now, to run his tongue along your glistening folds, gather your slick and swallow it to quench his thirst. Dip his finger inside that gushy entrance only to stick it into his mouth, slurping every last drop. He admires the mental image before flicking his wrist with fervor, pumping his cock until he shoots his load onto his stomach.

The two of you stay quiet for a moment, the static noise and muted buzzing from the phone settling in the silence. Nanami looks down, inspecting the wreckage splattered across his abs, leaking down his side and onto the robe beneath. He runs his fingers through his hair, forehead tacky with perspiration, exhaling with a satisfied smile before calling out, “Honey? Are you still there?”

It's only now that he remembers that the low hum is from the vibrator, still buzzing against your supple skin. Reserved moans growing louder as you circle the toy back to your needy clit, ready for another round.

Nanami smirks to himself, holding the phone closer to his ear, rock hard again. It’s going to be a long, fulfilling night.

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sugar-omi · 1 month

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(I’m on my 🩸so please excuse the hornyness)

I woke up this morning with cove on my mind (who doesn’t) and just thought of a funny scenario. imagine the step 2 moment where MC and Cove can cuddle but they weren’t quietly told that it’s not ok by Cove’s mom. Skip to step 3 they love cuddling as friends. (they are still secretly in love with each other tho) this leads us to my dirty little thought, Cove and MC as friends having a little sleepover at Cove’s house and cuddling. Poor sweet Cove has a dirty dream about his dear friend MC, when he wakes up from it he finds himself hard as a rock and his hips grinding on their own into MC’s ass. And of course cove would quickly run to the bathroom without waking MC and panic to himself and try to get it down.

Or MC wakes up before cove because of the movement and lowkey doesn’t mind it, MC pushes back against cove a little and just listens to the little sounds he makes in his sleep

OMG TWINS 🤭🤭 omg maybe thats why my cove posts have been so unhinged lately... so excuse ME for the feralness im about to drop rn because youve planted a nassssty seed in my head..

cove usually doesn't have dirty dreams, always dreams about the beach or his fish, or something asinine. can count his dirty dreams on his fingers with some leftover.

before, they'd always been faceless. couldn't tell a single detail of who it was, even if it didn't matter.

but this time it wasn't a question of who it was.

the dream is so vivid, and the pleasure shooting through his veins feels way too good when he realizes it's you grinding against his bulge.

in fact, it feels better than when he gets himself off, and dream-you isn't even touching his cock yet, your crotch grinding along the length of his bulge in his sweatpants.

every roll of your hips is so fucking delicious he feels like he could collapse. can't help but grab onto your hips, helping you move and roll his hips into yours.

and when you lean forward, hands on his chest under his shirt, feeling up the dips and valleys of his lean muscle, your lips inching closer until they finally meet...

he definitely thinks this is as close as he can heaven. your plush lips move against his, the kiss becoming more passionate, more heated as he tries to match you.

if anyone could see inside his dream right now, they'd think you're passionate lovers, your lips slotted together perfectly, like you're meant to be, and he wonders if you'd feel like this in real life too. if your kiss would be this good, this enticing, and when your tongue slips past his lips, invading his mouth, he wonders if you'd taste this sweet too.

you break the kiss, leaving him hot and panting, his chest rising and falling like he's ran a marathon, your lips trailing from his mouth down his jaw, quickly finding a sensitive area under his ear, right behind his jaw.

doesn't even realize you're shoving down his sweatpants, your own pants disposed of at some point in this dream, until he feels the heat and wetness of your sexes rubbing together

let's out such a pretty and loud whimpery-moan, curses and bucks up into your cunt, making his length glide against your wet, hot core. / hand, thrusting up into your tight fist wrapped around both your cocks.

forgets this is a dream for a moment, distantly thinking he wants to see the end. and his stomach feels so hot, so tight like he's gonna burst.

eyes rolling when dream-you says his name right in his ear, your voice breathy and desperate...

when he opens his eyes, hoping to see your blissed out face, all he sees is a dim room. his room. and the back of your head...

his heart is beating out his chest, and he doesn't even need time to wakeup before he realizes what happened. especially when he feels his hard length pressed right against your ass, the heat and bit of pressure from your ass against his cock has him losing his grip on reality a bit.

but the guilt crashes on him, can't believe he had a dirty dream about you. much less with you in his arms.

it's a miracle if you don't wake up, cove's a big clumsy mess all the time, but this time the shock has him moving a bit more calmly. calmly as in he doesn't scream or squeak, and doesn't flail or fall off the bed like he otherwise would.

but he does unwind his arms around you, carefully pulling his arm from under your body and trying to untangle himself from his bedsheets and your legs.

really, it's a miracle this hadn't happened before. especially when you were 13 and your hormones had more control of your body than you did.

slips out of bed, so thankful that his bed is close to the door and there's minimal creaking of the door and floorboards. all but dashes to the bathroom.

i wonder how he'd deal with his. well.. big problem.

he'd been leaning on the counter, his shaggy hair hanging in his face and he's painfully aware of how hard his cock is. he's fucking throbbing in his sweats, his hard length heavy against his thigh.. he couldn't fucking forget about it. and can't forget that dream.

thinks about waiting it out or a cold shower. but a cold shower doesn't sound appealing at all, and he really doubts his hard-on is going anywhere...

resigns to getting himself off. hoping just once will be enough.. hopes that maybe he can finish quickly before you wake up, he's still pumping after his near orgasm in that dream.. fuck he's kind of glad he woke up now, realizing it'd be really fucking embarrassing if you woke up to cove creaming his pants of you dry humping him (and then some) in his dream

his eyes roll and flutter shut when his hand wraps around his length, his shirt muffling the moan on the tip of his tongue. it doesn't feel nearly as good as it did in his dream...

but he really tries not to think about that. it's so fucking disrespectful to you to keep thinking about it, let alone get off to it.

focuses on all his ero spots, that way he can finish faster and even if he's shaking in his hands because he's running his thumb over his sensitive mushroom head, and giving his cock short, tight pumps, and his nimble fingers find their way to his chest..

well he just needs to hurry up and finish before you wake up and so he doesn't think about that dream, trying to replace all his senses with himself in lue of you. albeit dream you, but still you.

hates that he thought about his best friend like that, and hates that he can hardly get off without distantly thinking about how this would probably feel so much better if it was you touching his cock...

thrusts up into his hand, biting down around his shirt as he groans lowly, but the sound is still loud in this quiet house, and he hopes you didn't get up at some point, walking by and hear him..

if only you could see what a pathetic sight he is.. panting, shirt bunched up and wrinkled, his pants sloppily shoved down his thighs and his cock flushed and throbbing in his hand, covered in his thick, bountiful load.

even he can't help but curse because fuck he feels like a fucking degenerate. feels dirty. he doesn't eve. know how he's gonna look at you, and fuck you definitely can't cuddle anymore until he gets a grip on himself.

but how would he explain that? "hey i had a wet dream about you, sorry bestie, let's not cuddle anymore unless you wanna wake up to my hard dick on you"

that's too weird, and creepy. God he'd hate if you found him creepy and disgusting, the thought of what your expression could be makes him said and he makes his stomach twist...

can't even return to the room, it feels too awkward to do so now. he'd really feel like a creep if he slipped back into bed with you.

ends up setting up camp in the living room, either doing his abandoned homework or trying to find some way to distract himself, wouldn't be surprised if he ends up falling asleep on the couch.

but regardless of how he spends the rest of the night. what if you are awake, and realize what's happening?...

doesn't matter if you're a night owl or a gentle sleeper, although either help because you realize it so much sooner than if you're asleep

i mean, who wouldn't realize their best friend (and crush), gasping in their ear and then moaning softly, his hips bumping into you..

whatever the case, you're awake now when he tightens his grip around your midsection, his hips easily and expertly rolling against your butt, and his legs, which are tangled with yours, easily forces you to move against him, his cock so obviously hardening, getting thicker and so fucking prominent, against your ass.

your heart is beating against your chest like a drum. you're losing your fucking mind, you can't believe what's happening..

your teeth sink into your lip when you hear cove call out a soft, cut-off call of your name.

he's dreaming about you. and clearly it's something dirty if his bulge is anything to go by.

you can't deny that it's turning you on either. it's be weird if it didn't. your crush pressed against you, grinding his fat cock into your ass while having a nice dream about you? it's surprisingly flattering, and you're loving it

as it goes on, cove's hips progressively get more.. aggressive. almost. your head is spinning.

you wish you could know what he's dreaming about and wish it'd happen in real life, right here and right now. but for now, you'll settle for your own mind. afterall, you have plenty of fuel to run off of.

cove's moans and gasps are so pretty, even his indistinguishable mumbling is making your blood pump. his murmurs are usually a good sign after all.

and his cock.. you didn't expect him to be small. he's a big guy, after all, and to say he's packing a third leg might be an exaggeration, but fuck if he's not coke bottle thick and clearly long enough to hit all those deep, deliciously impossible spots inside you.

you wanna wake him up. but if you do.. you wonder what he'd do. run away? probably. you're not even going out, so his first reaction would definitely be to apologize profusely and go hide.

of course, he does wake up, though. you realize that when the grinding stops suddenly, and he tenses around you, and eventually, he starts prying his limbs from under you.

you reprimand your heart for being disappointed that he doesn't check if you're awake and proceed to do something with you, anything at all, maybe even recreate that dream.

and you are torn between logic letting you let him slip out the door, and your desperation wanting to pull him into bed.

he's gone for awhile, you're not sure how long, but it's a few minutes that make you think maybe he's.. taking care of his problem. and then it makes you think that you could take care of your own problem if you're quick enough.

there's definitely a line crossed. tonight has blurred the line between you, knowingly.

you let him keep grinding into you, even if he doesn't know that.

so whats one more thing he doesn't know, your body shifting to his side of the bed, his body heat and the scent of his shampoo and cologne thicker now that you're on the side he slept.

and your hand slipping under the sheets.. your eyes fluttering closed as you try to imagine a scenario between you. surely, you can imagine it just this once, balance out the scale?

#olba #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden #cove holden x reader #smut #cove holden smut

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wildemaven · 5 months

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common thread | frankie morales

wm masterlist / frankie masterlist

-> pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

-> words: 2060

-> content warning: 18+ blog; smut smut smut, there might be a plot- there might not be, benny’s fighting, alluding somewhat to anxiety but no real mention of it, established relationship, unprotected p in v (not mentioned but reader is on BC, otherwise wrap it folks), mentions of bodily fluids, mentions of drinking, reader wears Frankie’s shirt but no other descriptive features of reader, nipple play, labeling dubcon just to be safe, consent not mentioned but implied within their established relationship, implied somnophilia but very vague, kissing, shared orgasms, I think that’s everything- please don’t hesitate to let me know if I missed anything.

-> notes: was this born purely from the fact that I own said shirt and that I might have had thots of stealing it from frankie… yep! Big thanks to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for listening to my thots and helping me make sure some things worked together. And for enlightening me on the word spooge. Anywho, I don’t even know what this is really— hopefully you enjoy it.

You're lost in the moment. Grateful for the way your mind is able to lend such vivid imagery. Manifested bursts of him against the darkness, intermittent flashes of Frankie dancing across your eyelids.

His unrestrained smile you so frequently witness, teeth and dimple bared with an exuberant ease. His eyes, packed with millions of different shades of brown and gold into the smallest little pools of warmth, express everything he needs to say without uttering a single phrase. His voice wraps around you with a smokiness, a tonality that seeps deep into your bones, metastasizing himself in every bit of you. But it’s nothing compared to the real thing.

A memory from earlier in the evening trickles in. Frankie’s shoulders relaxed, his laugh unobstructed by lingering weighted thoughts. Completely surrounded by the sweeping lights and obnoxious yelling that’s accompanied by one of Benny’s fight nights.

His hand rests comfortably between where your legs cross, tucked in and with zero desire to move unless necessary. His body slumped back in the metal folding chair that sits next to the one you’re occupying, Santi in one flanking the other side of him. Even while deep in a conversation with Santi, he still manages to oscillate his attention between his best friend and you, never once making you feel unnoticed by him.

Once Benny takes the ring, Frankie’s reserved demeanor shifts into sobered excitement. His fists clenched and slightly jabbing the air out of pure ritualistic habit, mirroring every punch delivered to the bloodied opponent sparring against Benny.

Frankie hangs back after the final call is made and Benny’s arm is thrown upward in victory. Late nights at the gym with the blonde fighter had paid off. He’d googled rigorous drills to run Benny through nightly for a month straight to prepare- jab, cross, jab to the body -Playfully showed you his own wonky technique in the middle of the kitchen while you stirred garlic into the simmering marinara sauce you had started when he called to let you know he was heading home one evening.

Benny’s bruised body dangles over the metal cage, a triumphant wail rips from his throat as Will and Santi grab at him, engrossed in their own fight to congratulate Benny while fending off other spectators and screaming women.

Frankie pays no mind to the celebratory explosion shared between his buddies. A squeal of surprise comes from somewhere within you melds with a growled C’mere as Frankie’s arms pull you closer to him. His arms forming a net around you, stronger than any fisherman had ever thrown out to sea, sheltering you from the dispersing crowd. You grab onto his tan canvas jacket, the material rough and gritty, but it withstands the stress of your grip grounding you to him as your breath is stolen from your lungs. Frankie’s lips fuse to yours, pursuing a more secluded adaptation of celebrating. His mouth still tastes of the tapped beer he’d been sipping on throughout the fight, the hoppy bitterness coated on his tongue is no rival for the sweetness that is Frankie. The kiss coming to an unhurried close, soft lingering pecks breathe into him thanking you for supporting him, supporting Benny. I love you’s and Let's head home lead to rushed goodbyes and rain checks for drinks later in the week— no time wasted milling about with only you on his mind.

Your lashes flutter in an unrushed manner, kissing the tops of your cheeks with each crisp fatigued breath you take in. Brief glimpses of his brawny silhouette move just outside of your closed off vision, melding with the soft light that pours in from the hallway.

His whiskeyed tone cuts through the hazed filled air, pulling you back into this real time pleasure seeking dimension.

“Baby— fuck! Fuck, Babe you feel so goddamn good!” Hot and humid syllables fanning across your neck, mixing and reformulating with the brininess of your skin.

He shows you he means it with each intentional move he makes. Every bit of him in motion, diligent and relentless.

The weight of Frankie settled snugly between your legs. His hips flexing against your inner thighs with each calculated thrust, exerting a carnal like rhythmed pace.

He’s intoxicating, a divine ambrosial tonic. The fiery elixir is so addictive and sweet, you slowly sip your allotted daily servings. Always selfishly craving more of him. Everywhere. At once.

There’s an eagerness that drips from his saccharine tongue, intent on pleasing you sufficiently. His words drumming against the hollow channels of your ears. Begging. Coaxing. Praising.

“That’s it, Babe— c-can you give me one more? I need you to come with me!” His lips brush over yours. All full and red from how you like to draw them in your mouth, ardently sucking and rolling them between your teeth. Your tongue soothing over the fleshy skin, offering a tempered smile at the way he grieves the sensation. “I know you can, Hermosa, you’re almost there. Fuck, baby! Love watching you fall apart— one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever experienced in my life.”

Frankie’s never showy or boastful. It’s not even luck that he relies on. It’s endless learning and knowing exactly what makes you tick. His own desires secondary to yours. The steady drag of his cock is sturdy enough, your velvety walls claiming him as their own for the time being.

Something pricks at you. Somewhere below the surface. A euphoric flame alit. Ignited by Frankie’s earnestness. Burning slowly through your cresting body.

It’s a mirroring of pleasured expressions. Brows contorted. Mouths softened, hanging open. Lips grazing the other’s briefly. Noses bumping and nudging. A synchronous exchange of explosive breathy moans, reverberating through your chest.

“Mírame. Let me see you— all of you.”

Your vision is fuzzy. Slowly adjusting to the scene before you. There he is, your Frankie. More beautiful and handsome than you remember. His skin flushed with a twinge pink. His own eyes are heavy with an emphatic desire. A single clump of sweat drenched hair curls to a point, swaying against his forehead. His jawline sharp and nearly unhinged as he stares down at you— a man with a need to satiate and protect you.

“Francisco—“ A breathless plea. His namesake called out to him. The sweetest sounding voice he could ever hear, mesmerized by the way it dances off your tongue.

“Yeah! You look so fuckin’ good like this, Hermosa. Wearin’ my lucky shirt and lookin’ so goddamn sexy in it, too. Love it when you wear my shit.”

His shirt. Or so he thinks. Technically it did start out that way, being his shirt and all. It came about as the result of a beer mishap a few years ago. A rowdy group knocking into his frosted cup, ice cold beer sloshing over the brim, soaking his shirt completely.

With only minutes until Benny’s match, it was a mad dash to a closing thrift shop across the street. Nearly turning their closed sign on him, Frankie flashed his pearly whites, pleading with the sweet woman for just a shirt to replace his beer soaked one.

The announcer's voice echoes into the night sky, signaling the next match was starting soon. Frankie grabbed a single hanger from the rack. No time to inspect or deliberate on the last minute purchase, tossing more than enough cash on the shop counter and bidding the shop owner a thanks ma’am, goodnight. Frankie frantically ripped the soured shirt from him, tossing it in the trash can outside the event doors. Pulling on the new-to-him threadbare t-shirt and slapping his worn hat back on his head as he went in search of you.

The irony of the situation was not lost on him. A soaked in beer shirt replaced by a beer branded one. No mistaking the faded Budweiser logo printed across the back. A smaller, less in your face, but still obvious enough, strategically positioned on the front. He wouldn’t have hated it initially if he actually liked the stuff, preferring Stella Artois that got him into this situation.

Benny won his fight that night. Was it all his hard work paying off? Surely. Or was it a newly acquired beer shirt bringing him some extra luck? Frankie thinks a bit of both. From then on that shirt was worn every fight night, whether Frankie was in attendance or not, Benny winning his first title at the end of the season.

Frankie was wearing the shirt tonight, too. Until he wasn’t. Picking up where he had left off as soon as the front door clicked closed, now alone, with zero onlookers and strobing lights. The dim lit hallway was as far as you both made it before he had you pressed against the wall. Your hands scrambling to remove every stitch of clothing from him. Needing more of him, more skin to touch. His shirt thrown onto the pile of your already removed clothes.

It wasn’t long before Frankie was unwrapping your legs from his waist, your back slowly sliding down the wall until your feet hit solid ground. An agreement made to order from your favorite restaurant as you both slipped on an article of clothing from the heap of clothes— Frankie grabbing his black boxers and you swiping his lucky shirt.

Your shirt. For now, your shirt. Parading around the house in only the vintage loose knit beer branded shirt. The neck and sleeves tattered and frayed. All these years you and Frankie had possessed it, only added to its distressed appearance. Frankie’s musky pheromones now the only thing this beloved shirt is ever saturated in.

It’s how he finds you hours later. After you had called it a night, eyes were too tired and body beyond exhausted to focus on the movie he picked out. The t-shirt being the only thing veiled over your sleeping form. Its thin worn material leaves little to Frankie’s ardent imagination. The hem hardly draped over your bare hips.

Frankie watches you shift in your sleep, the shirt sitting higher now, exposing more of you to him. His cock twitches. A steady drip of his spend slips from your soaked cunt. He’s transfixed by the sight of it. Palming himself through his boxers, not even fazed by how hard he is already. He suppresses the urge to wake you, savoring how serene you look all splayed out on the bed.

“Fuck—“ He sucks in a sharp breath.

A choked sob is the only response you can give him. Your brain far too flustered to conjure up any sort of coherent argument about the shirt belonging to you at this moment.

The well loved garment now cropped over your chest, all bunched and twisted. The logo, now broken lines of illegible letters, lost in the rolls of fabric. Frankie had slowly peeled it higher for his own viewing pleasure. Losing himself in the soft bounce of your breast, brought on by the way he rolled his hips at a languid pace.

It begins to emerge. A coiling tension forming, building, tightening with every tempoed thrust Frankie delivers. Massaging that sacred spot, triggering your inner walls to grip him with an immense force.

He senses it instantly. The telltale signs of the cresting moment. An inferno of heated arousal burns through his lower abdomen.

“Fr-Frankie! I’m close— oh god!”

Surrendering. Dissolving into a puddle of pleasure. Back rigid, arching off the bed. Your nipples damp and taut, as Frankie’s tongue traces around the hardened peeks. Breath hitching as your orgasm splinters through you. White noise cutting into the air.

“I can feel you, baby— fuckfuckfuck!”

Time slows. Your name on his lips. A single word he recites delicately, an intimate poem for only you. His release is a welcomed warmth as it coats your pulsing cunt, filling you for the second time tonight.

Your finger trails down his back. Gliding through the pool of sweat that’s gathered at the base of his spine. Dame un beso, Francisco. A lazy slow press of his lips, your mouth naturally parting to him— an unhurried kiss, your tongue reacquainting with his.

Collapsing into the bed, Frankie pulls you into his depleted body. Too tired to care about anything but sleep. His hand finds its way under his shirt that you’re still wearing, resting where your heart beats for him forevermore.

#frankie morales #frankie morales x fem!reader #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x f!reader #pedro pascal #pedrostories #wildemaven writes

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okkotsuus · 1 year

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mi hermosa (sae i.) !

features: sae i.

contents: suggestive. sae is kinda ooc. reader is a model. hickies/neck kissing. sae feels you up kinda. gender-neautral reader. filming. sae is himself. vivid descriptions. insinuation at the end. 4.2k words.

notes: self-indulgent. my very very bad spanish. partial google translate bc i forgot most of my lessons. i just think not being able to understand what someone's saying but knowing what it means by how they say it is really hot. telenovelas are making me delulu. i luv sae.

heavily inspired by this edit from my queen koca ( @daiseukiis )

as you study your reflection in the glimmering surface of the bathroom mirror, you can't help but feel your own chest puff in pride. like a bird after hours of preening, even you were forced to acknowledge that you looked stunning at this moment.

maybe it was what felt like the endless hours you were forced to sit still while the makeup artists touched up every single pore and freckle on your face, or maybe it was just how they were able to bring out the untouchable features that were already there. either way, you felt as if you were on top of the world at this moment. you felt untouchable, unattainable.

the ringing of the bell signaling the end of the crew's lunch break drew you back into reality as you messed with the flyaway that had begun to escape what felt like a helmet of hairspray.

your shoes clicked against the tiled floor as you hurried on set. when you made it there, you saw the crew scrambling around as they finished the last props and lighting adjustments. they called every cue in a practice run and tested cgi with extras before taking the first shot.

you smoothed the clothes that hugged just right over your body. the material under your fingers felt expensive, smooth and soft. they were luxury for the brand that you were shooting and commercials for. along with other high dollar items, all to impose the idea of regality.

it was a perfume and cologne commercial. so it was guaranteed to be eccentric.

truth be told, you didn't even know what the shoot had in mind. you weren't part of the original cast, as you were still an up-and-coming model. but you were the only model who would agree to shoot on such a short notice.

your co-star, whom you had yet to even see, apparently had some sort of falling out with the person who was supposed to be in your spot. the crew had quietly pulled you to the side and told you that the moment he laid eyes on them, he immediately demanded for someone else, or he would quit. it made you so very anxious for him to see you, much less to co-star with him.

the thrumming of your heart pounded in your ears as your eyes flit to every corner of the room, trying to guess who you were going to be on screen with. if it went well, you would be able to get some connections out of this, right?

maybe a bit too optimistic for a guy who just looked at a model much more famous than you and threw a hissy-fit...

you saw the director approaching and quickly you attempt to compose yourself, not wanting your nervous sweat to make the mua's hard work run. you put on a wobbly smile as he greets you.

"y/n, great to see you, sorry again for the short notice! so, as you were told, today we are shooting a luxury l'eau de parfum commercial." you nod along, watching as he tells a personal assistant to go get a 'mr. itoshi.' you have no clue who that is, but he seems important given the way the pa broke into a cold perspiration at his name. maybe it was your tyrant of a co-star?

the director continues his rundown of the shoot, going over the details that normally would have been told before you would have signed the contract. "so, today you will be in very close proximity with your co-star. intimate touching, scantily clothed, innuendos, is that okay?"

you hesitate for a moment, since you were new: you had never done anything like this before. truth be told, you were feeling a little shy. until you saw him.

those half-lidded uncaring eyes of turquoise that had your heart racing from more than just the anxiety of it all. his hands are shoved deep into the pockets of his tight-fitting, black, suit pants. his white button-up is tucked in and only half buttoned, leaving a tempting portion of his toned chest teasingly exposed. a silver chain drums against his collarbones with every step he takes, darkened-blush hair ruffling with movement. god, he is stunning. just the sight of him had you nodding absent-mindedly to everything the director was saying. you didn't care about your doubts, as long as you were doing the intimate touching and scantily clothed-ness with him (for the commercial of course, nothing else...). you don't care how embarrassing it is.

he came to a stop an arms-length away from you, staring down at you under his nose. you can’t help but anxiously fidget; the confidence from earlier disappearing as you suddenly felt like the side character who’s screen time just ended, your presence completely being devoured by the main character that just entered the room under his scrutinizing gaze.

he huffs, clearing his throat before turning away from you. you wince, ready to be dismissed and humiliated, yet it never came.

"acceptable."

with that, he was gone. you were left gawking. all that pride you had lost was restored in an instant. he didn't instantly hate you? it was somehow the biggest ego boost you had been given in a long time.

the crew member who you had somehow become friends with starts squealing and bouncing up and down while you raise a shaky hand to feel the heat burning at your cheeks. is this real?

the final run of all the technical components finished and you went to join mr. itoshi on the set. unlike him, you weren’t aware of what was going on each scene, hence why the producer had to stage things more carefully. they weren't annoyed at all, instead thankful that she could find someone so last minute, even if it meant the shoot taking longer. it just wasn't worth the pay cut it would have taken to recast.

as the lights dim slightly, you turn your attention to the producer: sitting in her chair with the script.

"first of all, big thanks to y/n for making it on such short notice—” scattered claps from around the room all in your favor, “without them, we could never shoot this commercial! okay so, the first scene is going to be sae and y/n just sort of holding each other. it's intimate and coy, going to help us lead up to the bigger things going on later in the shoot. break a leg everyone!"

you felt your cheeks lightly warm at the description of the scene, clearing your throat before turning to sae, who was adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves and his open collar. you copy his professionalism and smooth out the wrinkles on your own luxury clothing items.

he takes a step closer to you and plants one hand on your hip, his fingers slightly digging into the plush of your skin as his other arm winds around your back loosely. sae’s breath fans over your face as he gently huffs through his nose. lashes fluttering as those aquamarine hues zero in on you, with his plush, pink lips parting slightly.

all of it is head-spinning, mind-boggling, he is so captivating. but you force yourself to remember this is a job. so you rest one of your hands over his muscular bicep, the other fisting the collar of his half undone shirt. your head tilts to the side to allow yourself to inch closer to him. the world goes silent and the two of you just stare at each other.

it was a moment frozen in time, both of your lashes flutter as you maintain that heavy stare. breath fanning in the small yet far too large gap between the two of you. your back is subtly arching as you press yourself further into him.

"cut!"

yes, all for the shoot, of course...nothing else, no other reason.

sae steps back from you, your arms stay up for a moment before falling limply to your side. you clear your throat and turn to the producer, desperately hoping that it didn't need another take, you weren't sure if your heart could take it.

"amazing job, that was a flawless take! y/n, you should really consider becoming an actor, the chemistry you created with sae was palpable. great work, take five while we get ready for the next scene, you two!"

you breathlessly thank her and scramble offstage, returning to hair and makeup to see if anything needed to be retouched. while the artist was touching up your lips and powdering your nose, you couldn't get sae's touch out of your mind. it lingered on your skin like a brand, hot and heavy.

your next costume was to change into a button-up just like the one sae was wearing, it was left even more unbuttoned. you were given a pair of white safety shorts to wear under it, a very obvious illusionary tactic of being pantless. you couldn't help but feel shy.

it was call time so you returned to the set, eyes locking on sae who abandoned the white shirt he was in and instead just wearing those fitted, black pants. he still had the necklace on; on that tempting delicacy of a body he has. you force yourself to focus on that. lest your vision slip to his sculpted torso, again.

when your eyes meet his after he catches you desperately trying not to stare, he had this cocky light to him. this time he isn’t looking down at you, more like looking through his lashes. it’s entrancing. he makes you want to curl up in a ball and disappear. he makes your stomach twist and heart race.

the producer came in and sat down, delivering the brief of the scene. "okay, so this scene is pretty tame as well, just the costume change makes it more risque. so basically sae is standing in the bathroom and y/n comes up behind him as rests their chin on his shoulder. with how things are going, it should likely be done in one take. break a leg!"

sae stood at the counter, hands on the counter and he leaned down and leered into the mirror at his own reflection. his eyes lidded as he licked his lips and tugged on his bottom one with his teeth.

you took a deep breath and approached him when the clapperboard slammed shut. your steps are soft as you pad against the faux tile, rising to your tippy-toes to hook your chin at the junction of his neck and shoulder. your arms wrap around him and rested atop his hands on the counter. smelling something almost intoxicating you sniffed at his neck, it was a cologne: hints of musk and teak-wood. it was the kind of scent that had your eyes rolling back into your head, which you were able to refrain from, luckily.

your touch lingered as they announced the end of the scene, dragging your fingers lightly against his skin. his eyes caught you as he raised a questioning brow, leaning back against the bathroom counter. your eyes traced every rise and fall of his abs before you turned and left in a flustered huff, not noticing the quirk of his lips in the slightest smirk.

as you snuck away, regretting it immediately, he caught you. slightly off to the side and away from peering eyes, sae itoshi looms over you with that intense stare you figured was just for the cameras. his lips rested against the shell of your ear as he breathed out a whisper. "ten cuidado, cosita hermosa...*"

you can’t help the shiver that runs up your spine as a whine is pulled out from your chest. you desperately hope he hasn’t heard it, but he very clearly did when that smug look came in view. his hands gripped your hips as he said one last thing before departing. "no empieces cosas que no puedas terminar.**" again, he was gone.

you felt your back meet the wall behind you as you covered your mouth, trying to stabilize your racing heart. you have not a single clue what he said, but you just couldn't help but feel the effects of its trance regardless.

it took a long time for you to drag yourself back to hair and makeup, they had to powder your entire face pretty much. your now ruffled hair took a little fixing due to that…moment. luckily, you didn't need a costume change. all costumes did was spray something, likely the perfume you're advertising, onto the insides of your wrists and neck.

you spaced out during the producers instructions, leaning against the counter-top. your attention being forced back onto the shoot when all of the sudden sae is caging you against the counter. one hand pinned yours atop the porcelain where it had rested, the other gripping your wrist and brought it to his face, where he pressed a searing kiss to it.

he sniffed at it and a cheshire grin split his face, "y'know this one's my favorite baby. makes me want you..." he groans the ending, leaning closer and pressing his lips to your neck. you couldn't remember if this was a scripted line or not, but you couldn't bring yourself to care; you'd savor it the same either way.

you lean your head back and rest your unrestrained hand on the back of his head, fingers threading in light mahogany tresses. he kisses up the column of your neck, nose digging against the exact places where the stylists had sprayed the perfume. you can’t help the whimper that slips from your lips at the subtle nips he makes at your skin. they're light enough not to turn red and leave marks that makeup would have to cover, but you can feel them. you can feel every drag of his tongue and every mold of his lips against your searing skin.

his head lifted from his torturous kisses as his eyes bore into yours, you feel so small under his gaze, like you were pressed under his thumb. he leans in and your eyes squeeze shut as his lips ghost over yours. your grip on his hair tightens as your back arched to press your chest against his.

everything just felt so real.

maybe that's why the producer yelled another enthusiastic "cut!" it you jumping and startled. your eyes met sae's taunting gaze as he pulls away, leaving you limp and boneless against the counter as you reeled from all that.

"wonderful work guys, we're making up for all the time we had lost with sae's... fit—” to which he rolled his eyes, remembering that event and sae’s glaring hues, “keep it up! gosh this is wonderful acting, i really need this kind of stuff from my cast on the film we're shooting tomorrow... next one is the last scene we'll need you two together on set for."

your heart aches a little at that, but at the same time it has you puffing a sigh of relief. you couldn't handle this any longer, he was just so... so? intense, alluring, intoxicating? nothing seemed right, these words were all too mild to encompass what sae itoshi was.

your hands reached up to cup your cheeks, feeling their burning intensity on your palms. you shook your head and mentally give yourself a pep talk before going over to get your final touch-ups and clothing adjustments.

your shirt was pulled down to expose your shoulders, the open buttons drawled down to just above your stomach. hair and make-up left you alone, saying that it would be better for them to be slightly messed up anyways. that made you slightly realize what this scene was going to be showing.

you can’t help but feel hot under the collar, or well; lack of a collar, now. you couldn't look sae in the eyes when you saw the set: a bed with slightly ruffled white sheets. what you were able to notice was that he had lost the belt on his pants, which were now unbuttoned and unzipped. they sag down lower on his hips, revealing the line of muscles that ended when the branded band of his boxers peeked out just below a slight trail of hair on his lower stomach.

you gulp, eyes finding every single thing you could fixate on except sae. the changing lights, the rush yet control of the crew as they all got ready for the camera to roll, the producer talking. oh wait the producer is talking.

"—or this scene, we're going to have both of you on the bed. sae will be on top of y/n, face in their neck. y/n will have their legs slightly around him, and i trust you to know where your hands need to go. oh, and you're going to be looking into a camera above you. you both have been doing so well, i've never had a shoot with two actors who have never met, much less ones who have gone this well. let's finish it up people!"

you sort of just stood there, stunned. you’re pulled over to the bed by sae, who has that slight wolfish grin playing on his lips. he puts his hands on your shoulders, leaning into be closer to your face. to the outside eye, it looked like he was giving a co-star a pep talk, how sweet.

but you knew different, you saw the grin and narrowing of his turquoise eyes, the way his fingers dig into your skin. you knew this was anything but a friendly chat. "wouldn't it be such a shame if they all found out that you weren't acting, that you were really just this desperate for me, hermosa?***" his breath was hot and his voice rasped, it was so addicting, you couldn't help the shudder that wracked up your spine as you dumbly nodded.

sae looks you over, head to toe, one last time before pulling away as his expression returns to neutral. you let out a shaky sigh and sat back on the bed, scooting to be further in the center. you sit there for a moment before laying down.

you can’t help the nervous feeling in your stomach that swirls as sae slowly stalks towards you; he was the predator locking on to his prey. there was a hunger in his eyes that was just too intense.

languidly, he crawls along the bed to you. he stops, hovering over you and looking at you with that same unruly need. he leans ever so closer, close enough to feel his breath fanning over your lips.

his eyes study you, taking in every single reaction you make. you feel his analytical gaze run over every curve and dip of your body, soaking you in and engraving it into his mind. his hands plant themselves on your hips, effectively pinning them to the mattress as he puts some of his weight on them. he slots one of his knees between your own, which you had so pathetically clamped shut.

you lift the leg that wasn't between his up to loosely rest over his lower back, hooking and keeping him there. you brought one of your hands to splay over the wide span of his back, between his shoulder blades. the other was placed at the nape of his neck, fisting and grabbing at the strands of hair that fell a little longer than the rest. his head was pulled down to bury his face in the crook of your neck, breath puffing over spots that had you shuddering in place.

"ayyy... mi hermosa es una gran 'actriz', ¿no?****" his words were hot against the side of your neck, feathering over your skin. you couldn't help the twisting and curling of your stomach at his words, which you didn't understand a lick of. it was just the way he rasped and twined every syllable that had you quivering under his voice, under his touch, under him.

you heard the snap of the clapperboard, but it was all muted. everything sounded faint. your senses were too focused on the calculated squeezes that sae gave on the width of your hips, roiling and kneading flesh under deft, lithe fingers. you too were focusing on the open-mouthed kisses he was trailing along the junction of your neck and shoulder, the column of your throat, your jawline. every drag of his lips, every swipe of his tongue, it had you shaking like a leaf in the wind.

the expression you sent to the camera hanging above you was nowhere near acting. it was the kind of raw desire that actors wished they could emanate. you tug at his hair, trying to pull him a little further back; to spare yourself from this torment. he only lets a rumble escape his chest, nipping along your heated skin, which had become slightly sheened from an ever-so-thin layer of sweat.

the way your back arches off the plush mattress, leg that wasn't wound around him kicking pitifully at the sheets, it was downright sinful. it made you feel pathetic, falling so pliably into the hands of a man you haven't even known for three hours. so desperately begging him for more with unspoken mannerisms and looks. it was like public humiliation; the way he had you under his control to the very point of your toes curling against the pure white sheets that crumpled around you.

you stare at yourself in the reflective lens of the camera that stares down at you, forever capturing this moment; before it is broadcasted to millions, if not billions of people. it caught every facet, every single little tick until you had exploded. it caught your widened eyes, which screw themselves shut. it caught your hands gripping and pulling at locks of blush hair. it caught your agape mouth, lips glossy with your own spit; and it caught you sinking your teeth into the pillowy flesh of your bottom lip to silence yourself. it caught every ministration sae subjected you to, and every little receptive reaction you gave him in return.

that red blinking light in it died, but you couldn't bring yourself to tap out. drunk on the feeling you pulled him closer, stretching to hook your chin over his shoulder: burying yourself in his scent, in him.

"...ut! guys, that's cut!" gods, it was so hard to snap yourself back to reality. your eyes flicker over to the producer, who was staring so closely at the two of you. in a hushed whisper you shook sae, telling him to get off of you. to which he answered, "don't care, let 'em watch."

you pushed him up with your palms butting against the front of his shoulders, ignoring the pointed glare he gives you. "well i do, so off." with that, you slipped away from him. you sat against the front of the stage, waiting for feedback. the air of the fans made the spit on your neck from sae's searing kisses feel cold, sending a shiver racking up your spine.

the man stands behind you, shadow looming over and consuming your own. your shoulders rounded as you huddled in on yourself from his all-consuming presence, trying to hide the fluttery feeling in your stomach.

"great work, that'll be all we need you two together for, and all we'll need y/n for. thank you for the great work!" the crew clapped and you felt a smile stretch your cheeks. even if it wasn't all acting, you couldn't help the pride that swelled in your chest at their praise.

you gather up your things, not seeing sae again. bidding farewell to everyone: the producer, the director, and every crew member who worked specifically with you, not hearing a word from sae. as you walk out of the door, you saw a familiar figure leaning against the metal-sheeted wall, sae.

turquoise eyes glanced over at you, not nearly as cold as they were the first time they had. if anything, the hues that cast an ever so dark spell on you and your beating heart. he raises himself from the wall, walking towards your figure. hands in the pockets of a pair of grey sweatpants, a black compression shirt stretching over his broad chest. fuck, what was he doing to you?

his hand tucks a strand of hair away from your face, fingers sliding from where he had left it behind your ear along your jaw. he holds your chin between his fingertips, gentle but steadily raising your head to look up to his eyes. his other hand starts to creep under the hem of your shirt, drawing circles so faint they give you goosebumps along the soft flesh of your tummy.

"what'd ya say we pick up where we left off back at my place, mi hermosa?*****"

* = "be careful, pretty thing..."

** = "don't start things you can't finish."

*** = "...beautiful?"

**** = "ayyy... my beautiful is a great 'actor', no?"

***** = "... my love"

okkotsuus 23

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk x you #sae #sae x reader #sae x you #sae itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x you #bllk sae #blue lock sae #itoshi sae #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae x you

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — RIN x FEM READER

True love stares you in the face and calls you an idiot.

wc — 1k

tags — fluff, post enemies to lovers

“Do you find me lovable?”

Rin squints at you. “Where is this coming from?”

The question is wary, like you’re setting a trap, and he’s the rabbit that’s dumb enough to fall for it. To be fair, when you do mess with him, he does fall for it every single time.

But not this time.

“Don’t you think I’m annoying?”

He rolls his eyes at you. “Yeah, actually. Super annoying. Worst mistake of my life.”

You stretch your leg out to kick him in the shin. He rips it back, yelping.

“Be serious,” you scold.

He blinks at you. When Rin is confused, it’s very obvious. He never manages to be ugly - it’s those sexy Itoshi genes - but his confused face comes the closest. He squints like he’s smelled something distasteful and his entire face screws up. His nose crinkles. His mouth puckers.

Rin is, at heart, a very simple creature. If it’s not about football, he doesn’t tend to think too hard. He’ll make the attempt for you, but in general, he’s a little less developed than other people his age on important concepts like emotional awareness.

You decide to throw him a bone. “Like when we met, remember?”

It’s a memory that you laugh at now (okay, not now, because you’re in a mood at the moment, but in every other scenario). At the time, however, you went home and screamed into your pillow to escape from cringing at yourself every five seconds.

It was your first day working for the Japanese National Football Team. You had been so excited to be here! Of course, it’s more glamorous to be playing the actual sport, but the team can only function at their best because of people like you.

Scanning in with your fancy new lanyard feels so professional. You still haven’t gotten over the excitement of a new job yet, and it’s written all over your face. Your new boss laughs when you tell her profusely how grateful you are to be here. She’s kind and funny. You can already see yourself fitting right in.

“I don’t have too much for you right now,” she says. “Why don’t you go meet the team?”

Your eyes practically sparkle with delight. “Can I really?”

“Sure! Just tell them I sent you,” she says.

The football pitch isn’t attached to the main building, but a short walk away. Your head is in the clouds as you all but float down the sidewalk. You still can’t believe you’re really here, but when you pinch yourself, the world remains as clear and vivid as it was before. This is no dream.

This is a nightmare, actually. The gates that allow you into training grounds are locked with a code that no one told you. You flutter around it, trying to decide what to do. Should you go back and bother your boss? You don’t want to seem stupid on your first day. You look around, but you don’t see anyone to ask. You pace around the lock again.

You don’t know where to go. If there was someone you could ask, you wouldn’t know where to find them. How is it only your first day and you’re already messing up?

“What’s the hold up?”

You gasp and whirl around to find Itoshi Rin, one of the star players who came out of the Blue Lock program. You’re starstruck, but that quickly fades as he pushes past you to put the code in. He doesn’t even hold the door open for you, leaving you to rush to grab it before it swings shut. At least you’re inside the facility now.

The coworkers you meet are much nicer than Rin. Even though your boss told you not to work today, they’re so friendly you don’t mind pitching in. As the players trickle in to warm up, you run around offering water bottles and balls. It’s starting to feel like an okay day, especially because Rin doesn’t seem to recognize you from this morning.

When you offer him a bottle, he takes it with a nod of appreciation, so you know it’s not personal. It’s not that reassuring to think that he might just be a bit of an asshole, but at least it’s not targeted.

Whatever your feelings on Rin are, he’s undeniably an incredible player. When he scores, every member of the staff stops to watch the arc of the ball. It’s perfect. It’s a thing of beauty.

You’re working up a sweat yourself carrying out the tasks you’re asked to do, so when the team finally wraps up, you’re grateful to finally start heading home. You pick up a stray ball heading your way and deposit it in the nearest basket, but a hand catches yours before you can let the ball drop.

“Are you stupid? That doesn’t go in there,” Rin says, taking it from you and trotting across the field to another basket.

Your jaw drops.

You hate this man.

But in a few months, he’ll take you on your first date, and you’ll be head over heels. You still don’t remember why or when it happened, just that one day Rin showed up with an apology and a dedication to doing better.

“When did it change?” You ask, curious now.

“I dunno,” Rin says. “Probably when you called me stupid after I fumbled the keys you gave me.”

“What?” You laugh at him.

“I’m serious! I was like oh, that was kind of shitty of me.”

“Sometimes I wonder how you’re still alive.”

“I’m a professional football player, not a therapist,” he says.

You hold your tongue about how emotional awareness was not a trait relegated to therapists alone.

“Anyway,” he adds, reaching for you. You stumble and nearly fall on top of him, but he doesn’t mind. “You’re still kind of stupid. But that’s what I like about you.”

“Rin,” you say, slowly like you’re talking to a very dumb toddler. “You forgot to hit start on the washing machine this morning.”

It doesn’t phase him. “I know I’m stupid too. That’s why we work.”

#sera writes #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #itoshi rin fluff #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk fluff

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the-fluff-piece · 11 months

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Hello! For your event, I would like to request, please! Its a mix of the rules I guess? I got inspired by the prompts, hope that's ok!

Gifting Law a coin he did not have - sweet fluff.

Thank you!

Hello Anon,

It's always ok to get inspired by the prompts, that is a great request, I had a lot of fun with it ❤

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A coin for your thoughts

You use your alone time with Law to give him your newest find: a very rare coin with a rich history. His infodump can only be stopped with lots of kisses!

Sweet, fluffy, comforting

You found it in an antique shop - a rusty, small coin with peculiar pictures on it. One side showed a single lighthouse and a banner reading "mist island", the other showed various scientific tools engulfed by swirling tendrils of smoke - or mist?

As you looked at it the clerk gave you short information about the heritage of the coin, confirming your suspicion: the island, said to be situated in the new world, is shrouded in a mysterious mist that never lifts. Scientists from the world government tried to research it, a city was built, people moved there.

But after about 10 years, everyone on the island vanished without a trace. This coin was really, really rare. You employed all your skills to check for its authenticity, and went to great lengths to get it at a good price - eventually settling for a trade where you gave up a souvenir from your journeys in exchange.

With a big smile, you returned to the Polar Tang - what would Law say to it? Will he like it? Will he recognise it? His knowledge of the coins and their stories was vast, surely he knew more about it than the clerk.

You waited all day until it was time to retire to your shared room. Law sat down on his desk to "just read a little bit more" as he promised, but he wouldn't get the chance. You had cleaned and polished the coin until it looked brand new and the copper and silver alloy showed its beautiful colours.

Standing behind him, you looked over his shoulder - anatomy. He read the same books again and again and never got sick of them. You watched him trace the line of a muscle on the page with his finger, letting him finish following the inked picture to its end. When he was done, he looked behind and smiled at you, just breathing your name as he always did to tell you he was now there for you.

Without a word, you slipped the small trinket onto the page and prepared for his reaction. His blue eyes widened and his whole face changed to that of a little boy who just got the present of his life. He created a small frame with his thumb and index finger to hold the small coin to the light of his desk lamp.

"Mist island!" His voice was not the deep and sensual velvet you were used to. Instead, he sounded more boyish, his voice a higher pitch and with a vivid inflection of happiness.

Turning around the silvery object in his long, nimble fingers, he watched the light play around the edged lines, his thumb regularly brushing over the surface to feel the smoothness of the coin and follow the small pictures on it. He spent a long time studying the swirling mist, doubtlessly feeling every detail with his sensitive finger tips.

His mouth stood open in a silent smile as you watched him lovingly, seeing how much joy your gift brought him.

"Ah!" A short noise escaped him. "An impurity!" He pointed to the smallest imperfection in the material.

"You know this happens when the temperature changes to fast in production" he explained to you for what must the millionth time. But you didn't mind, he just loved talking about alloys and metal production. It was heralding the spill of information that was to follow.

Law pushed the chair back from the desk and collected you onto his lap, putting his arms around you so that you two were looking at the coin together. He rested his chin on your shoulder and pressed his cheek to your face. His beard tickled you as he spoke:

"The island was a scientific research centre to lift the mystery of the mist!" He explained close to your ear in his best nerd-voice, leaving a second to chuckle at his expert joke. He held up the side of the coin with the curling mist.

"Because the mist never lifted, it never even got thinner, the island was shrouded in darkness all day, all year. It was unusually thick. The lighthouse" - he turned the coin around - "was the strongest the marine ever built, but it could hardly penetrate the thick soup. Many ships broke on the perilous coast. The great marine scientist Prof Voltan tried to get to the bottom of it all and he vanished alongside his crew of scientists and all the inhabitants of the island in one night. The speculations are outlandish!" He laughed.

"There were even rumours about pre-existing structures on the island, full of unknown symbols and pictures..." his voice trailed off.

"But that's all nonsense!" He concluded, although he couldn't hide a bit of excitement in his voice. He was so adorable when he nerded about his interests. You couldn't help but to kiss his cheek and he smiled, but he didn't stop talking.

"You know they used a special tool to catch and analyse the mist" he explained, not letting your kisses down his jaw distract him. You turned around on his lap to straddle him and reach his kissable areas more easily.

He continued his lesson: "they called it the nebuloscope! It sucked in the mist" your mouth made a sucking sound as you worked on the soft skin of his neck " and the great problem was to build a container from where it couldn't..." he couldn't end the sentence, since you nibbled at the soft patch of skin on his neck that made him loose his mind without fail.

"It couldn't...i mean the couldn't...it wasnt...", he tried to continue a few more times but failed, his speech slurred into a pant.

"Babe stop that..." he panted as you mercilessly held his skin between your lips. However, you were in a good mood and stopped, for him.

He exhaled and shifted beneath you, as his little nerd brain whipped him to tell you even more of the island mystery: "the coin itself is made from ore found on the island, it's not exactly common silver and copper." You let him explain for a short while before kissing trails down his chest as you unbuttoned his shirt.

He leaned back with his brows creased and a whimper, and continued to dump all the info in his head onto you.

"The ore...had strange properties...marine...tried to harvest it...but..." the small movements you made with your hips seemed to steal the blood from his head and you opened his shirt to marvel at your boyfriend's chest. His eyes were pressed close as he struggled for control. He knew he would eventually lose but he held on bravely. He was just trying to get into iron smelting as you pressed soft kisses to his mouth, stopping the flow of words gently.

He put the coin on his desk and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to carry you to the bed. As he laid you down and came to rest next to you, he began to repay the favour, nibbling on you ear.

"Thank you babe, I love you" he whispered into your ear and stopped talking for the night as he cuddled you happily. The rest of his speech would come tomorrow at breakfast .

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This one was really fun and inspiring to me. Maybe Law and y/n will find a misty island one day and have a spooky mystery adventure?

#one piece fanfiction #one piece x you #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law #law x reader #law x y/n #law is a nerd #law loves coins #odp follower event #the fluff piece

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pedroshotwifey · 5 months

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Pickled Peña Challenge 2023

Good Impression

Pairing: Husband!Javier P. x GN!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags/Warnings: Nothing really, fluff, lil bit of angst (silly angst tho), reader and Javi have a dog, Chucho being hella cool, kissing, cussing, vivid descriptions of fried pickles, wifey being actually stupid

Summary: You really wanted to bring something for Chucho's new year's party...

A/N: Hey, y'all! This is my contribution to @goodwithcheese's Pickled Peña Resolutions Writing Challenge! It's kind of stupid but it's what I've got lmao. I can't wait to read everyone else's Peña stories (please feel free to tag me in them)! Unfamiliar with this challenge? Read more about it here! @pickled-pena

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“Shit!”

You curse as you watch a pickle slice splat wetly onto the kitchen floor, jumping back to avoid it landing on your bare foot. Max, your golden lab (who was oh-so-creatively named by your husband) is quick to clean it up not a second after it falls.

“Goddammit, Max,” you scold as you watch him scarf it down without shame. “That’s your fifth pickle today.”

Hell, it might be the sixth. You usually aren’t a super messy cook, but it’s a different story when you’re in a time crunch. You need to leave the house in about an hour, and the fried pickles you promised to bring for Chucho’s new year’s party are only half done.

Javier walks in then, chuckling slightly at the interaction he just witnessed. You give him a pointed look before getting back to the task at hand, smothering pickle slices in the flour mixture you had made up.

“Oh, come on now, sweetheart,” Javi says as he walks up behind you to glide his arms around your waist. “Don’t be like that, we have plenty of time.”

You roll your eyes and half-heartedly shove him off of you as you dip the first batch into the oil on the stove.

“In case you haven’t noticed, Javi, I still have to fry every single one of these slices, and then let them dry and cool before we can leave. Plus, I still need to change my clothes, and we have to pick up a gift for Chucho on our way there.”

Javi presses a kiss to the top of your head, humming in response to your explanation.

“I think we’ll be okay. Chucho isn’t going to mind if we’re a little late.”

“I know,” you whine. “But I still hate not being–”

“I promise you, baby. As long as I show up with ‘that pretty partner of mine’, there’s not going to be an issue.” He pinches your hip lightly as he quotes his father’s words from a few days earlier.

You can’t help the faint smile that crawls across your face at that reminder. You had been so worried about Javier’s family not liking you, but it turns out that they adore you just as much as he does, just from what he’s said about you. It’s nice to know you’ll be welcomed so warmly even though they had never met you previously.

The two of you had met in columbia by chance, hooked up, and things spiraled from there. As much as he tried, Javi just couldn’t tear himself away from you. A year later, the two of you were married, and a year after that, you both moved back to Javi’s hometown in Texas, where you’re now, finally, about to meet everyone you had heard so much about.

You had told Javi that it’s your new year’s resolution to make a good impression, but you doubt that’s going to be very hard. You’ve already made a good impression in their book just by marrying the man.

“How about you go ahead and get changed, and I’ll do what I can here?” Javi suggests.

You scoop out your pickles and lay them on a rack to dry before turning around and planting a kiss on Javi’s cheek.

“Thank you, baby. That would help a lot.”

“No problema, mi vida.”

He grabs your wrist to pull you in to press his lips against yours. You smile against him before pulling back and planting a final, light kiss on his lips.

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” you tell him as you back out of the doorway.

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It doesn’t take too long for you to get dressed. Javi is just finishing the pickles as you walk back into the kitchen.

“Should be all set,” he says as he wipes his hands down with a paper towel. You lean on your toes to kiss him again.

The two of you have everything cleaned and packed up within another few minutes. You glance at the clock, which tells you that you should be right on time by the time you’re walking out the door. You grab the container of pickles to take with you to the hall table by the front door.

Javi mumbles something from behind you and then walks into your room, patting his pockets as he goes. You almost laugh under your breath at his forgetfulness until you realize you left your keys in the bathroom.

You place the container down and walk down the hall, not noticing how precariously balanced the tub is left. You snatch your keys up at the same time you hear a crash. You gasp at the sound of what can only be a plastic lid breaking off to spill your hard work all over the floor.

Your fears are confirmed as you quickly make your way back to where you left them, only to find Javi hovering over the mess. When looks up and immediately catches your stunned expression, his entire body freezing as he does so.

“Baby,” he starts slowly. I swear it wasn’t–”

“Javier. F. Peña,” you seethe, each name spat out as its own individual sentence. “You did not just knock that down,” you almost dare him to contradict you. There’s absolutely no way for you to make another batch right now. You don’t have the time nor the ingredients.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Javi retorts defensively, holding up his hands as he takes a step toward you. “What makes you so sure that it was me? I thought it was you until I got out here!”

“Me?” you gawk at him, offended. “Unlike some other people I know, I’m not that fucking clumsy!”

“Woah, you stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?”

Just then, Max slinks into the hall, drawing both of your attention to his guilty movements. His tail wags hesitantly behind him, his head ducked. The fact that he’s not all over those damn pickles tells you all that you need to know. You sigh in frustration, pinching the bridge of your nose.

You look back up at Javi, and you can’t miss the glint of amusement in his eye. A smile peaks out as you lean down to Max’s level. You don’t scold him, instead gently grabbing his collar to lead him to your room before shutting the door so you can clean the mess without interruption.

Javi’s already on it, sweeping everything into a dustpan. You lean against the wall as he finishes up.

“Guess we’re going to have to stop by that burger joint in town,” you say, sighing again. Javi watches you, sending you a sympathetic smile. He knows how much you wanted to bring something homemade, how much it meant to have something to offer, no matter how small.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. Maybe next time we can invite Chucho over for dinner next week, make up a big meal for him.”

You smile back at him. He always knows what to say. He walks into the kitchen to dispose of the contents in the dustpan, and you to your room to release Max before rejoining each other in the hall.

“Ready to go, my little chef?”

You roll your eyes at him with feigned annoyance as you take his hand.

“Let’s go, Peña.”

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whipped-for-kpop-fics · 6 days

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Seventeen with an s/o that writes/produces songs? The s/o could be like a very famous one! for example: when fans see their name is in the credits of a song (kpop or even western music, cus why not be a global phenomenon 🤷🏽‍♀️) they already know it’s gonna be so good since they have a history of making amazing music, iykiwm?

THANK YOU SO MUCH! Also I love your work, you’re so talented and you always put stuff out so quickly but to the highest quality it’s quite mind blowing. ilysm!! 💗

🎶Who; Seventeen (individually) x reader, with a focus on Jihoon at the end 🎶What; headcanon, idol/producer au 🎶Wordcount; 570-ish 🎶Warnings; none, I don't think

-2024 Masterlist-

A/N - I'm not sure how to do individual reactions for this because I'm pretty sure they'd all be pretty similar so I don't want to be repetitive, so I'll write a general thought and any extra bits for those who may have an individual line of thought. Sorry it's taken a little while to write too, I really couldn't figure out how to write this so I hope this is okay. Thank you for the suggestion and I hope you like it

Also omg you're so sweet omg, that's genuinely one of the nicest comments I've ever had about my writing! Being told my writing is high quality feels insane in the best of ways! Thank you for saying that! I really appreciate it 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

He will love it if you're in the same industry as him, especially if you're well known because you'll know exactly what it's like to be him; the busy schedules and little privacy with people always trying to have a view into your personal lives. So you'll be able to bond over that from day one.

The biggest hype man for his partner; they won't all cheer the loudest at award shows because obviously, some of them are much too introverted for that but they will all shower you with praise for every award you win. But even if he doesn't cheer the loudest, he will all do his utmost to share every single new release you've worked on, sometimes his social media accounts will seem more like a fan accounts for you but it's very sweet and cute so the fans don't really mind.

Of course, it's not all fun times. What with how busy you both are, it's genuinely really hard to find time to be together so unless you move in together, you probably might not even see each other on a weekly basis. Though even if you live together, your conflicting schedules will probably make it hard to be awake at the same time so most of your quality time together is spent asleep.

So long as you both try to make space for each other in your hectic schedules and try and have a phone/video call every single day and send update/random messages to one another throughout the day when possible, you'll be fine.

Now, of course, I have to do a special shout-out to Jihoon, producer-songwriter extraordinaire. If anyone will understand how much he works, it's you. But the funniest thing is, he's actually the one I think will be able to handle all this the easiest.

Because I have this very vivid of Jihoon in his studio working away with his headphones on and his phone propped up in the matching stands you have in your own studios, your face on his screen showing you doing the exact same thing in your own studio. You can't hear each other and honestly, the calls are muted at both ends so even if it wasn't for your headphones, you wouldn't be able to hear one another, but just being able to glance down and see the other diligently working on the next chart-topper gives you both the energy to keep going. Every now and then, one of you will remove your headphones so the other will notice the movement and look at the screen to copy & unmute the call to hear whatever the other has to say. It's often asking the other's opinion on the track being worked on. Or one of you saying you need to go so the call needs to end. Though sometimes, Jihoon will subtly free one of his ears from his noise-cancelling headphones and unmute the call just so he can hear the tapping of you working away mixed with the random pieces of speech when you mumble to yourself as you work. You may not be paying him any attention at this point and he times it purposely so you never know he does it, but it fills his chest with happy warmth, and then he'll remute the call, fix his headphones and get back to work with a content little smile on his face.

#kind comments make me happy #wkcnet #svthub #requested #seventeen x reader #seventeen headcanon #seventeen reactions #svt x reader #svt headcanons #svt reactions #seventeen woozi x reader #seventeen jihoon x reader

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vilentia · 5 months

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An Unforeseen Reunion

Eddie Munson x reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (coming soon)

Summary: an unexpected visit leads to a joyful and emotional reunion, rekindling old connections and creating new memories.

This is part 2 of what was originally planned as a one-part story.

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Two years had slipped by since Eddie Munson left Hawkins and you behind. Those years were filled with growth, change, and a persistent longing that neither time nor distance could diminish. Now, standing nervously outside Eddie's apartment in California, your heart was a flurry of excitement and apprehension.

The journey to see him had been a whirlwind of emotions. Every mile traveled intensified the anticipation of seeing Eddie's face, hearing his voice not through a phone but in person. The memories of your last day together in Hawkins were vivid in your mind as you raised your hand to knock on the door.

As the door opened, revealing Eddie, time seemed to stop. He was slightly different—hair trimmed, a new maturity in his eyes—but unmistakably the Eddie you remembered.

Eddie froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Is this actually happening?" he uttered in astonishment.

"It's really me, Eddie," you said, your voice thick with emotion.

In a heartbeat, he enveloped you in a hug, lifting you slightly off the ground. The hug was tight, filled with years of missed moments and unspoken words. "I can't believe you're here," he said, his voice muffled by your hair.

"I've missed you so much, Eddie. More than I could put into words," you confessed, holding him tightly.

He gently set you down but kept his arms around you. "I missed you every single day. I can't... I just can't believe you're actually here."

You looked up into his eyes, those familiar pools of warmth and understanding. "I wanted to see you, to be with you, even if it's only for a short time."

Eddie's hands gently framed your face. "You being here is the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. How long are you staying?"

"As long as we need to catch up," you replied, a hopeful smile on your lips.

Eddie's laugh was like music to your ears. "Then let's not waste a single moment."

You stepped into his apartment, a space that felt instantly welcoming, a reflection of Eddie himself. It was filled with little bits of his life—posters of bands, a guitar in the corner, and a small, makeshift recording setup.

As Eddie gave you a tour, his voice was animated, filled with enthusiasm. "This is where the magic happens," he joked, gesturing to his guitar. "I've been working on some new stuff. I wish you could have been here to hear it as it came together."

"I would have loved that," you said, imagining the nights you could have spent listening to him play, sharing your thoughts, and just being together.

Settling on the couch, you both shared stories of the past two years. Eddie talked about his journey in California, the struggles and small triumphs of trying to make it in the music scene.

"What about you? How's life been treating you back in Hawkins?" Eddie asked, his gaze fixed on you.

"It's been okay, you know. Hawkins will always be home, but there's always been something missing since you left," you admitted, feeling a surge of honesty.

Eddie reached out, taking your hand. "I felt the same way. There were so many times I wanted to just come back. But I knew I had to try and make it here, for my music, for myself."

"I always knew you would make it. You're the most talented person I know," you said, pride evident in your voice.

He smiled, a little bashfully. "Thanks. That means a lot, coming from you. You've always been my biggest supporter."

You both fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that only comes with a deep, unspoken understanding. As the evening deepened into night, Eddie's expression grew more serious.

"I used to imagine this all the time, you know," he said quietly. "You, here, with me. It seemed like a dream I didn't allow myself to have."

"I guess dreams do come true sometimes," you whispered, feeling a sense of contentment enveloping you.

Eddie nodded. "I've learned that dreams are nothing without someone to share them with. You being here makes everything feel complete."

You leaned against him, your head resting on his shoulder. "Let's make the most of our time together, Eddie. Let's make new memories, just like old times."

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "I'd like that. New memories with you are the best kind."

In that moment, the past and the future seemed to converge, creating a perfect present. You were together again, and though the future was uncertain, the now was all that mattered. You were with Eddie, and that was enough. It was more than enough.

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ophelieverse · 2 years

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Can you write a Daemon angst where he and the reader were in a secret relationship but now she has to marry his brother?

❥You weren’t mine to lose.

Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader.

(Also a little Viserys x reader)

Reader is Aemma younger sister,so she will have Targy features.There will be incest(since reader and Daemon/Viserys are cousins)so if that makes you uncomfortable do not read.Also a little bit a sexy time(but nothing much)and Daemon is kinda of an asshole here.Set up right before Viserys will become king,thanks for requesting and let me know what you think💕hope you like it!

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She often dreamt of his touch, but they were not dreams at all,they were memories.Memories of how his strong hands caressed her tender body,how they glided across her delicate skin and soothed the chills she felt to her very core.Without saying a single word his hands spoke to her,answering her every begging demand.

Vivid memories filled her mind and soon she was whisked away,feeling his hands glide beneath her nightgown and her most delicate parts,she gasped,as an ache overcomes her.Soon the rivers of her desire consume her,a nervous breath,a moistened clench between her thighs comes next as she closes her eyes and sinks even deeper.

Her aches are soothed only by the warmth of his hand over her swallow clit,she flinches,the feeling of his fingers gliding through her tender lips,the wet sound feeling the hot air in the room,she clenches uncontrollably as she begged for more.His fingers slide slowly inside of her,she exhale,curled deep inside,her body accepts them,clenching on them as they glide in and out of her.Soothing the ache she felt deep inside.

Soon she would explode for him,releasing all the wonder and love the held inside.His hands were wonderful,even magical as they captured more than just her mind and consumed her dreams,they’ve touched her soul.

Y/n woke up with a slow hum,her muscles aching as she was stirring in her bed,her soft skin hot as pure fire while her white nightgown was clinging to her sweaty body like a second skin.

The sun was up in the sky,shining down on the clear coasts of Dragon Stone,waking up and warming every living creature on the small island.The cold ocean breeze that came in from the open window made her shiver,just like raw stone floor that touched her delicate feet as she got ready for the day ahead.

«He came back with the first lights of the sunrise,my princess.»her handmade had told her in a quiet whisper,brushing her silver hair.

Y/n was sitting at her vanity table,admiring her beautiful features in the mirror in front of her«Does anyone else know of his presence?»she asked,trying to hide the little smile that was growing on her face.

With her handmade shaking her hand,the young princess let out a sigh of relief«The Rouge Prince only asked for your greetings.»she explained lowly.

Y/n cheeks heated up,just like the rest of her body that suddenly shook with an aching desire that traveled from her spine to in between her legs.The Rouge Prince,Daemon,her lover was finally back to her after two long weeks that kept her awake at night,dreaming of his tender touch and his mischievous eyes.

The two of them grown up together,as his little cousin,daughter of Daella Targaryen and Rodrick Arryn,Y/n often stayed at the Red Keep during at her childhood years along her older sister.Only few years separating them in age,Daemon never truly liked her when their where young finding her too nosy,always screaming and kicking and following him around like a lost puppy.As the older one,he was often forced by his father to play with her,to spend his time with her company and listening to her rambling about stupid and boring girls thing that he couldn’t care less about.

But everything changed when Daemon saw Y/n again when they were both older,wiser and not little kids that used to pull each other hair or fight over petty things all the time.The first time he saw his dear cousin again,it felt like a fever dream. White and golden dress,hair falling off her back and curled on her shoulder,sparkling eyes,rosy cheeks and a young joyful smile adorning her angelic little face,she looked like a miracle.Gone was the bratty girl who used to jump on his back demanding piggyback rides,the little girl who broke his nose white the wooden sword when she pleaded him to train her and the one that used to steal his desserts during dinners.

She was just turned seventeen when they saw each other again in Harrenhal.This was not the first time that prince Daemon visited the Castle and it was not the first tournament he attended,he was used to the horrid smell of horse shit,the loudness of the people and the ugly faces of the young and inexperienced knights.But her,princess Y/n,felt like a miracle,a beautiful breath of fresh hair.

It wasn’t difficult to spot her among the crowd,she were sitting in the honorable stands of House Targaryen,where his brother and family all were reunited to enjoy the sunny evening celebrating the his nomination as the heir to the Iron Throne.It wasn’t difficult to see that she didn’t belong there,seated besides her older sister and father,her wither and pure dress reflected her soul:innocent,untouched.

Thats was what her found more attractive of her.The way her cheeks turned red whenever she surprised his predator eyes on her figure,they way she bowed her head and play nervously with her fingers.The way she gripped her older sister,Aemma,hand and closed her eyes when a knight fell from his horse.It was clear that the noisy crowd overwhelmed her,that the smell and the only sight of blood made her stomach churn.

Y/n looked nothing like she did when she was a reckless little girl without all the care in the world,with her short boy-cut hair,leather pants,rude and loud.Now she was quiet,reserved and only spoken when people asked her.In the years she was raised by her grandmother,Queen Alysanne,and father likeness,as a proper fine princess and lady to betrothed as soon as she had the right age,while her sister was now to be prepared to be the new Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Y/n would had inherited whatever title and places her future husband would’ve provided for her,but at that time she was still living in the Eyrie with her family.She were wasted for that place,when Daemon visited the Vale he felt nothing but pure repudiation.She,beautiful,young and fertile princess,should stayed at a place like Dragon Stone,enjoying the warming sun and the cool breeze of the ocean.A calm and loving place,a place that was his just like she should have been.

She would have been the perfect wife for some someday,calming,loving,with a beautiful face to look at and even more beautiful and untouched body at their mercy.It was not secret that she was still a virgin like everyone expected from her,and her magnetic innocent drove him crazy.But he didn’t wanted her for that,he already got a wife,Lady Rhea Royce,a rude and masculine woman that he spent all his time away from,and he didn’t needed another one around to thrown on him responsibility after responsibility.

Daemon wanted her to clear his mind,to rest his bones after a rough day,just to pass his time in between her sweet and soft legs and never think about anything again. He could have shaped her at his liking,drawing her just like he wanted.Teaching her everything about what passion is,of taking without the fear of asking,indulging her on his very darkest preference that would look so good on her.He could already imagine her,with hair messy,skin shining,tears in her eyes and her pretty little mouth begging him,only him,to give her more.Y/n would been good,she knew her manners,where her place was,when to speak and when to keep quiet,she would have been perfect for him to use as his liking.

He took Y/n a week after,fulfilling his desire and the imagine in his head,imagining her with her legs spread and ready on his bed,clawing his back because it was too much for her little body to handle,and caressing her belly where his heirs where growing.He wouldn’t mind that if it happened,even though he would had her drinking warm cups of moon tea,he wouldn’t be the one raising them anyway.He may was married and Y/n was to be married off to some lord,but it would be her warm his sheets and him to be inside of her.

A week later,after the tournament,they both were on Dragon Stone with their siblings.His older brother Viserys was named prince of the island and future king,while Y/n sister,as his wife,was now to be the future queen.Aemma was four months pregnant at the time,and with the joy and the scares of her first pregnancy,she asked to her younger sister to stay with her till her time was near.Daemon,on the other hand,like always,preferred to not stay in his wife presence but this time instead of traveling with his dragon,he decided to join his brother to stay close to Y/n.

The first night the arrived in the island he stayed up,away in the big and ancient library,waiting for his little bird to fall in his trap.He had teased her all night during dinner,brushing his fingers on her cheeks to clean her from the food,breathing on her neck whenever he got closer to her whispering in her ear,placing his hand on her thigh and massaging her leg under the too heavy gown.He even let her have his lemon cake,without complaining like he used when they where children.

The little candle Y/n held in her hand shook when,after she had opened the door,right next to the shelf and on the old wooden floor was Daemon.Sitting with his leg spread,a candle on his side and a book on his lap,he seemed bored while his fingers tossed pages to pages.

«You may have changed,but you still the little bird that i know.Still awake and wandering around,following me everywhere.»he said,his voice was low and the little nickname he used to call her that passed his lips,made her cheeks heat up.

«My apologize,my prince»Y/n said bowing her head down«i didn’t think someone would have been there at this time.I should leave you to your reading.»as she tried to turn around to make her leave,his long and slander fingers wrapped around her wrist.

She was lying,it was so clear on her face that she wasn’t saying the truth.She knew where to find him and she wanted to be in his presence more than anything.Since she first saw him again,she felt a strange sensation rising from between her legs and spreading all over her body,an unfamiliar warmth that made her entire body quiver for his touch.

«Since we both can’t sleep,how about we keep each other company?Just like when we were children.»it sounded more like an order then a request,and she obeyed him like a good girl like her should.

When they were children they used to fight and scream at each other all the time,now they both had other intentions for each other.

Y/n took place on the cold ground next to him,her back on the book shelf,and her knees pulled up to her chest. The silence never made so much noise like in that moment,cleaning her throat Y/n tried to find the courage to start a proper and polite conversation:

«What are you doing here at this hour?»her question was so dumb just like the little look on her face,her voice was unsure,his presence felt heavy as she tried to avoid his gaze.

Daemon laughed a little,he made her nervous and it was adorable«Just reading.»he answered showing her the book about the ancient houses in Westeros that he had on his lap.

Y/n nodded,keeping her eyes low and trying to seem secure of herself«Why here?»she asked again,but she failed since her voice came out like a little squeak.

The library,at the Red Keep,at her father castle,even there on Dragon Stone had became her safe place.Since she became a young woman her father and grandmother had keep her in there with her Septa,memorizing names,historical facts and different languages while Daemon trained like a soldier outside.And now,her place became his too.

«Why here?»he repeated her words but with a strong a firm voice«Because is quiet.I like to read when it’s quiet and there is not people walking around,it helps me to appreciate things more.»he explained caressing the pages with the tip of his finger.

«That’s explain why you didn’t wanted me in your presence in our early days.»Y/n chuckled under her breath,remembering all the time he used to push her away or rolled his eyes whenever he was forced to play with her.

«But you are all grown up now.And that red dress looked more good on you than boy leather pants that you used to wear.»he answered with a pleasing voice that made her back straight up.

During the dinner that night,Y/n was wearing a beautiful long red dress that seemed to be carved by the gods on her feminine and womanly body.The corset was tight on her waist,her breast exposed thanks to plunging neckline,while she carried herself with such a delicate and polite demeanor that made her look more delicious than anything on the table.

«Our grandmother used to say the same,when she kept me locked up in my room.I appreciate your compliment.»she told with a sincere smile on her redden face.

«Why are you still up then?Didn’t our grandmother taught you that princesses shouldn’t be wandering around at this our?»Daemon asked then,teasing her with a mischievous look in his eyes.

Y/n cleared her throat,she felt a little bit ashamed at the moment and she didn’t knew why.He was right,she was taught how to be a proper princess and the fact the pointed out that she was “misbehaving” made her heart beat rapidly and cheeks heat up even more.

«I was in Aemma chambers,but then her handmaidens came in and i-»she started to explain.

«You being here makes me think that you are not very fond of staying among people.»it wasn’t a question but a statement,a proof that he could read her so easily

It made her flustered,her belly was tickling while she played nervously with the hem of her nightgown.It was the truth,she wasn’t made for crowds and loud places,she liked to stay hidden where she thought no one,expect from Daemon,could have seen her.

«It’s not like that,my prince-»Y/n tried to speak again.

«You are not,aren’t you?Thats no reason to lie to me,i can read it on your face.You are not a girl for people like that.»he was not teasing her,he just wanted to made her realize that he was the only one who could understand her.The only one she should be around and come to when she needed someone.

Her brows furrowed in confusion«People like that?»

Daemon sighed«By like that,i mean people all over you.Always asking you question and planting themselves all over your face.»he explained slowly«You don’t like that,you are more the quiet type.»

It was one of the first things he noticed about her when he saw her again.The way the noise and the loud people around her made her flinch back.He would protect her from that,keeping her safe under his arm and away from everyone else bed who wasn’t his.He also asked himself if once she was with someone she trusted enough,in a vulnerable state,she would have let herself go.Being as loud as she wanted,not caring if someone could have heard her,living of the pure ecstasy of him inside of her.

«Is that a bad thing?»Y/n voice was thin as the air that was struggling in her lungs.

Daemon hisses quietly,the fact that she was already asking for his approval made his cock stir in his pants«Not at all.»he reassured her,then he patted the empty spot on the floor next to him«Come here,sit close to me.»he urged.

Once again,she followed his order without hesitation«Right there.»he breathed in her ear,her shoulder was touching and his hot breath made her skin tingle.

«I was serious when i told you that we should keep each other company.We are a family and we haven’t seen each other in a while,so what have you been up to?»he seemed genuinely interested in her and that made her even more nervous.

It was the first time that a handsome man asked her about herself,plus there was really nothing to say about her was it?Besides reading a taking care of her late mother cat and now her pregnant sister,she was an empty shell of a person.

«There’s no much interesting about me i’m afraid,my prince.All i ever did was reading a studying in this library»Y/n said quietly,resting her chin on her knees.

«Oh,reading and studying?»Daemon voice was softer,it seemed like he was taking to a child using a little mocking tone«What a good girl,trying to be a good daughter.I like that.»he praised her,taking a strand of her silver hair in between his finger and playing with it.

He took note of the way she started to breath through her mouth,of the way her thighs clenched under her nightgown and how red her cheeks turned.She was making it very hard for him to not take her against the bookshelf.

«You see»he started again«at your age i hated studying.You are very lucky,i wish i was like you.»he was caressing the back of her neck,while with his free hand he closed the book on his lap so he could turned his body to her.

Y/n seemed surprised to hear the words of the rouge prince,he was only few years older then her and she couldn’t remember anyone she looked up more than him«I don’t think that you really mean what you are saying,my prince.»how could someone like him wanting to be like her?

He chuckled a little«I’am,i wish i had those eyes.Those eyes that are afraid to look at me.»his deep voice was a mere whisper in her ear.

Her skin was boiling,hot and sensible to his linger touch and the sound of his melodic voice«I-I’m not!»her cheeks were puffed.

It was like he didn’t heard her«Why are you afraid to look at me?You want something from me?»he already knew the answer to his own question.

Daemon could see the way his little cousin hands were shaking and the way she was pressing her legs together with some much force.He wonder how wet she would been,if he only dipped one of his finger inside of her.At this point,he imagine all of her juices dripping from her thighs,all on the floor while she was trying her hardest to hide it.

Y/n didn’t find the voice to answer him,she was feeling weird.A new strange sensation was blooming inside her belly and between her legs,growing and growing whenever Daemon sooting voice spoke to her.

«What’s keeping your mind from resting,little bird?»Daemon asked then,his eyes trailing all over her body and his senses overwhelmed by her sweet scent.

«Father told me that after Aemma will give birth i’m to be married to Lord Rickon Stark.»she said with thin voice,keeping her eyes on the floor.

Daemon hummed lowly,he still had four months to claim her and another man wouldn’t certainly stop him to have what he desired the most«From what i heard,he’s a honorable and respectful man.»he told her.

She took a deep breath«I know that,but i don’t know if i will make a good wife.I look at my sister everyday and she has a lot of responsibility on her shoulders.»she confessed,resting her chin on her knee.

Y/n didn’t knew why,out of all the people,she was taking about this to him.When she was younger she used to be so attracted by his free willing life,Daemon never cared about the rules or of what his parents would told him,they already had Viserys as their perfect child,he didn’t need to be one too.She wanted to be like him,to live following her own rules and dreams,but she got the worse curse the gods could’ve sent to her:being a woman.

When Y/n got her first blood,her grandmother Alysanne had took her under her wing,raising her and teaching her how to be a proper princess and most importantly a wife,finding her a very suitable husband.

«You’re as good as anyone,i suppose. You’re beautiful and young.You will be the Lady of Winterfell.You are educated and presentable.Also,you are healthy so children won’t be any problem.»Daemon stated,almost like he was studying her,mapping her body and looking at her face under the candle light.

«Oh gods.»she breathed out,unable to hold in the curse filled with nausea and disgust.Just the thought of needing to produce heirs,to have inside of her the children of some man that she even didn’t met yet,made her head dizzy.

«Is this what scares you the most?Becoming a mother?»Daemon questioned, he just read her mind again like she was one of the books present in the library.

Y/n breathed through her nose,deeply in her chest as she exhaled her next words«I-I just don’t know-»she stuttered on herself.

«Or maybe»his voice was like the purest silk in her ears«Is the process that scares you?The thought of giving yourself to some,your entire body,your soul,your womb.Is that it?Didn’t our grandmother taught you what is your duty as a wife,what is like to have sex with someone?»he said with a dry laugh,but it was more of a rhetorical question.

Daemon already knew the answer,it was written all over her pretty face.Under that naive expression,not a single tough behind her eyes clouded with what seemed to be excitement and fear at the same time.Her plump lips parted,a sinful shade of red covering her cheeks,neck and ears while her skin was hot as the purest fire.

«No»Y/n muttered out,other words stuck in her throat or dead on the tip of her tongue.

She felt her body tense up when she saw the dark smile growing up on his beautiful face«I can do that for you.I can teach you how to be a proper wife and execute your duties.»he stated,talking about it like it was the most normal thing in the world and no a big deal.

Y/n brain was trying to understand what was going on,while her heart pumped wildly in her chest.It was hard to breath when he was so close to her,when he was looking and speaking to her in such a way a rouge prince like him shouldn’t be doing with a little princess like her.

«Come here.»he said,tugging her close to him«Let me feel those rosy cheeks.»his fingers were caressing her face,mapping the perfect and unmarked skin with his thumbs while his eyes roamed to all that was his.

But then Y/n squeaked out a little fragile:«We shouldn’t,it’s not proper.»trying to get away from him.

Daemon thumb caressed her bottom lip,feeling the warm and wet texture of her red mouth that he was sure tasted like pure sin«You don’t have to repeat her words,she is not here anymore and you can do whatever the fuck you want to.»his words were crude but his voice remained soft.

It angered him the fact that his grandmother words water still poisoning his little cousin thoughts.He needed to take her place,to be the only one in Y/n head,the only voice she would’ve listen to and the only one she would’ve took orders from.

«I c-can ask Aemma some advices-»Y/n said,she felt ridiculous and embarrassed especially under his predatory gaze.

«Your sister has already too many things to think of:being the new Queen,a babe on the way.You don’t want to be a bother,don’t you?»Daemon asked,he was manipulating her so good,making her feel guilty and ashamed over something she didn’t have control over.

Y/n shook her head rapidly,clinging her hands on her knees and thanking the bookshelf behind her to keep her up«Don’t want to be a bother.»she said,her eyes were glassy and ger lips were trembling a bit.

It made her look even tinier,smaller,younger that she looked.Just a little lost butterfly in his cruel and controversial web.

«I’m doing this for you.Wouldn’t you wish to be a good wife and satisfy your Lord husband?»Daemon had his hands on her again,fisting the hair on the nape of her neck and tilting her head back a little while he was hovering on her.

The room seemed so much smaller now and even hotter,she felt like she was boiling under his touch.Her leges trembled,her thighs were hurting her with how much force she was closing them together to have some relief from the tickling sensation she was feeling in her lower belly.

Following her gaze down her legs,Daemon lifted her nightgown over her knees,up her thighs and taking a moment to look at the soft and pure skin.Just with one hand,without much force,he opened them just like he was opening the pages of a book,finding between them the desire and lust he was searching for.

«I wonder..»he muttered to himself,his cold finger made her shiver as they traveled along her untouched skin till the little bud between them.

It’s not like he didn’t wanted to remember her as a kid,even tough he couldn’t stand her,vivid memories flashed through his mind now that they were there.Y/n was the little girl who used to braid his hair during boring winter days,the one he personally taught to how to claim her dragon.The only girl he ever hugged.And now he was going to take her on the library floor,the place where they used to hide and eat the cakes that they stole from the kitchens or to read after one of their usual fights.His duck got harder just thinking about having her beneath him,wanting him,moaning his name.

Daemon had the whole day of loving and looking how cute and fragile Y/n was ,how horny and needy she could get without even realizing it.Praticaly throwing herself at him every chance she got that night at dinner.How she insisted to have him sitting next to her,how she placed her hand over his on her knees to kept it there,and how wet and warm she was at the moment.

Y/n squeaked like a little mouse,her eyes closing just like her legs around his hand«Are you in heat?»he teased her, gritting his teeth like he’s upset with her.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment,and she had to cover her face with her hands to hide from him. She didn’t had the strength to face him when his handsome face contorts in angry features,it scared her.

it’s almost as if she didn’t realized how she was grinding on him,rubbing her clothed pussy against his hand«W-what?»she whispered,from her eyes little tears were streaming down her cute little cheeks,fighting the urge to continue with her shameful act as he tightens his hold on her hips.

Daemon clicked his tongue,his hand was still on her most private parts«Your grinding against it like a dog in heat.Weren’t you a proper girl?»he made her notice the way she was desperately trying to have some friction.

Y/n nodded again,choking out a«Yes.»like she was trying to not cry.

«Then what the fuck do you think you’re doing grinding on me like that?»he spits out.

A rush of shame filled her body that consumed her whole.This wasn’t her,this wasn’t the girl her grandmother raised.Why was she doing that?She hadn’t even noticed,too focused on that slight spark of pleasure she felt with each rock of her hips.

«I’m sorry,my prince.»Y/n sobbed out,never in her life she had felt like that«I just feel really weird right now.I don’t know what’s wrong with me.»she answered quietly,feeling tears burn at the back of her eyes again.The ache between her legs stayed persistent and she felt lost without the release her body craved for the first time.

Daemon was living for all of this,his eyes taking in every single moment,every single inch of her shaking figure«It’s alright little bird,nothing is wrong with you.»he reassured her with a mocking tone«You just can’t help it,can you?»he asked with a low voice that made her shiver.

Y/n nodded as she felt her lips tremble,unable to speak properly,her core clenching at the petname Daemon gave her.She stared at him and he smiled,the look on his face made her ache and feel all sticky and needy.

«You can’t help but want to rub that pretty pussy all over something,yes?»he taunted, leaning down to kiss her neck,gently licking and sucking at the sensitive skin.She whimpered and nodded vigorously,hoping he understands, hoping he’ll help her like he promised.

«Daemon»she pleaded with a broken voice,his name passing through her hot mouth like that made him groan.

«When you fuck yourself on my hand,does it make you feel better?Does it feel so good that you just want to do it all over again?»he teased, feeling her legs tightening over his arm.

Y/n head was spinning,a soft murmur of«Yes!»escaped her lips as he begins to move his hand up and down,the friction rubbing against her swollen clit through her panties.

«Do you know why it feels so good?»he asked her,close to her ear,tenderly biting her lobe.He didn’t waited for an answer,she was just too stupid at the moment to even understand his words«Because you are taking something you shouldn’t be wanting.That’s how they controlled you,telling you that this was wrong.But with me you will understand that you can have everything that you desire and more.»he panted on her skin.

��Please,Daemon,i want it all»Y/n whimper loud, holding onto his chest as she rides his fingers.

His dick hardens,and even he becomes unwilling to deny his pleasure any longer.His free hand travelled up her stomach to her chest,his thumb find place on her right nipple, squeezing gently as his other hand forces her hips to move faster.

«That’s it.Take what you need little bird.»he grunts,and not even seconds later she was moaning his name,mouth gaping and whining about how good it feels.

«Somethings happening»Y/n cried out,rubbing faster and faster until a sharp pleasure stopped her,blinding her eyes and exploding her insides in a fit of ecstasy.

Daemon groaned,eyeing the wet spot now formed on his pants,coming in his pants untouched,before taking a look at her face.Y/n already look so fucked out its adorable that she thought it’s over so soon.«Good birdy came so pretty for me.»he smiled,bringing her face in for a messy kiss.

It was her first kiss,his hot tongue making it way inside her hot mouth and his teeth biting her swollen red lips with such hunger.She felt weird,her legs were trembling and her eyes were fighting the urge to close,that blissful feeling still present on her sweaty skin.

«Felt so good.»Y/n whimpered out,laying her tired body over his.

Daemon caressed her damp hair«Will you let me teach help you?Teach you other things that will make you feel even better?»he whispered.

It made her shiver for how much she wanted it,how much she was angry for his touch now that she had just a small taste.The thought that she liked it,loved every seconds of it,that she craved to always feel like in that moment scared her.But it was a good kinda of fear that she didn’t know it could existed.The fear to not know what he could to her,that he was married and she was about to be married,and that any one could enter at any moment,exited her so much.

«Yes.»Y/n answered quietly,closing her eyes and feeling the grin forming on his beautiful face now that he finally had what he wanted.

It happened four months ago,the night where Daemon picked Y/n flower,the most purest and delicate thing,her virtue,without caring of the fence that was suppose to separate her garden from his.

During those longs,pleasant four months Daemon made her discover a whole new world.A different reality painted with vivid and luscious colors that he made her feel every night,teaching her how to please a man but most importantly how to please herself.Learning how to understand her body,to take care of it and that she was the one in charge of herself.

Aemma was eight months pregnant now and everything was ready for welcoming the new babe and heir to the throne.Maester Mellos told Y/n,while she was assisting her older sister,that from the way the future Queen was carrying it was suppose to be a boy much to Viserys happiness.

Like every morning the young princess was getting ready to have breakfast with her sister and to spent the rest of the day in her company.It didn’t bother her much,she loved her sister more than anything and she understood that right now she was in such a delicate moment of her life and she needed her presence close to her.Plus she always had the hour of the owl to be in Daemon bed,tangled in his warm silky sheets with his hands and mouth all over her.

But that morning was different,something was in the salty air,the cold breeze hitting the skin of her bare arms while she walked through the empty hallways with a rapid pace.Daemon had been away for two weeks and now he was finally back,asking for her as soon as he landed on the beach of Dragon Stone.It was Viserys who sent him away,after one of his guards had saw the rouge prince coming out from their cousin chambers one early morning.

Viserys and Y/n had always been closer growing up,he was not like his brother.He preferred her company,staying beside her during the longs hours of studying and reading history and philosophy.Enthralling her with tales of their ancestors and his days and Balerion last rider.And now that he was married to Aemma,she became officially a younger sister for him too.He had to protect her,to keep her and her virtue safe from his brother dirty hands,no one would had married her if they knew of her meetings with him.

Y/n was wearing a beautiful cherry red dress,Daemon favorite color on her,her pale blonde hair were free on her back while two golden ribbons were tied on the top of her head.Her hands were clammy,she had to smother them down her gown a few times,while a nauseous feeling was forming in her stomach till the back of her throat.

It was clear,all over her pretty and heated face,that she missed him more than anything.That the moment she would’ve see him again,he would’ve feel like a breath of fresh air.One of the first thing that Daemon had told her on one of their first secret encounters,was that all of this,all the things they were doing,had nothing to do with feelings.Only the feelings related to their bodies,the passion,the hunger,the lust were allowed,everything else needed to stay outside the bedroom.

He was right of course,Y/n took all that came out from his mouth like pure gold.He was the one kind and thoughtful enough to land her his hand and help her out,he was the one with experience not her,so he had to be right again.

«Thank you for accompanying me,Annora.»the young princess said with a quiet whisper«Make sure that no one will come in.»she continued looking around,thankfully everything was clear.

Her handmaiden was the only one who knew about her secret,and it was even thanks to her that Y/n could sneak off to see her lover«Of course,my princess.But remember that you have to see your sister later in the morning.»she murmured politely,slightly bowing her head.

«I do remember.Don’t worry,i’ll be quick.»Y/n reassured her with a gentle smile.

One last look at the empty hallway,the young princess smoothed her gown down with her sweaty hands.Suddenly her heart was beating so fast that she thought it might escape from her chest.Her legs were trembling and her hair didn’t seem so beautifully styled like a moment ago.

«How do i look?»Y/n asked turning around again with a thin voice and worried eyes.

Daemon had this effect on her,a nauseous feeling was threatening her guts and excitement was making her skin tingle.She wanted to be just perfect,a beautiful sight for him to look at.He was the first one who ever did that,he looked at her like there’s was something interesting in her figure.

Her handmaiden smiled softly«Like the most precious jewel,my princess.»she reassured her.

Nodding her head and taking a deep breath,Y/n opened the heavy wooden door and closed it behind her back shutting Annora and the rest of the world out.In that very moment,in the cold throne room of Dragon Stone,there’s was only the two of them.

The place was silent,from the windows glasses a few rays of light brightened the dark area making it look like some spectral painting.The throne was carved in the cold stone,raw and stiff,at the end of the room.

Daemon was sitting there,upon the bleak seat,his long legs crossed and his weight shifted to the right armrest.His pale hair were long on his broad shoulders,some of them tied up behind his head to not made them get in the way.His face was so majestically beautiful,carved by the most talented of the gods,blessing him with those beautiful rosy lips and cheekbones.

Even with the dim light,Y/n could’ve see the mischievous gleam in his purple eyes trailing down her body,licking his lips like he was tasting her again and again in his mind.

Walking slowly towards him,the princess tried to cover her trembling hands behind her back and the smile on her excited face«What are you doing there,cousin?»she asked,her tongue rolling around the Valyrian words that were coming out her mouth.

She had learned the language alongside her ancestors history with Viserys when she was just a small child,but she only spoken it in her lover presence.

«I’m sitting.This could be my chair one day.»Daemon explained,his voice turned an octave lower when he spoke the foreign language.It made her shiver and he knew that.

She smiled,the little sound of her footsteps coming closer to him echoed between the stone walls«Not if you are executed for treason.»she stated,with a teasing tone that made him chuckle«You’ve been away for two weeks and all that you thought about was becoming the next ruling prince of Dragon Stone?»she asked,scrutinizing his face now that she was in front of him.

Daemon had a little smirk on his face and she wanted to slap it off his handsome face.The disappointed was thick under her skin,and while her heart ached her head was calling her stupid in all the languages in the world.While she had filled her days without him thinking about how much she missed his touch,the taste of her lips,his warm skin he probably didn’t even wasted a single second to remember that she was waiting for him at home.

«I thought of becoming the heir of the throne.My brother wants to host a tournament in my honor soon»he told her,passing a hand down his chin,his eyes never leaving her features.

Y/n had spent the last two weeks not only with her sister but also with her older cousin,Viserys.She had listened to him about how sure he was that his heir,a little prince,was in the royal womb of his wife and as soon as the new months would start,a big tournament was to be host in his honor.

«The tournament is for his son,that will be here by the end of the summer.»she corrected him,a sharp tone just like her eyes that followed all of his movements.

Daemon stood up,with two long strides he was now in front of her.He smelled like his dragon,of burnt and destruction,and looked like the most beautiful sin she ever had the pleasure to commit in her life.

«I brought you something.»he said changing the topic and switching to the Westerosi language in a low voice,with his right hand he searched in pocket.

A beautiful necklace was dangling in front of her eyes,delicate steely gray color with a gorgeous pendant that looked like a flower decorated with red rubies«How beautiful.»Y/n breathed out.

Her hands traced the small details with the tip of her fingers«Do you know what it is?»Daemon asked,snatching the necklace away before she could take it.

It made her jump a bit«It’s Valyrian steel.Like Dark Sister.»she answered,showing him how educated she was.

He nodded,remaining quiet for a few seconds«Turn around.»he demanded with a firm voice.

As always,she followed his order immediately.Holding her hair up and giving him free access to her neck,heat was rising,the warm feeling of his finger tracing the delicate skin and the cold metal of the necklace made her burn on the spot.It was incredible the power he has over her,mind and body included.It was like nothing in her belonged to herself,only to him her thoughts wandered about,only to him her muscles would respond.

«I also thought about you while i was in Leng.»Daemon breathed in his ear,his hands moving up and down her arms making her shiver.

Y/n was still not facing him,her back was a millimeter away from his broad chest«You did?»she sounded surprised,but in her voice that was a hint of relief.

He let out a dry laugh,she felt a little embarrassed,like he was making fun of her«I always think about you.»he said.

It wasn’t true,or if he did it wasn’t like Y/n did always thought about him.He was not hers,but sometimes she pretended that he wish he was.She created this idea,inside her little head,that he secretly wanted her in that loving and caring way that she craved so much for him to do.And she often forget that’s it just something that she made up,he’s not hers and he doesn’t want her.

But even with that thought plugging her head,Y/n wanted him.Daemon was her definition of desire.She didn’t knew how engulfing his flames would’ve been or if she would’ve survived them,but she didn’t care.The only thing that could bring her to life were his lips,his hands,his touch.She would follow him next time that he would go away,she would follow him till the end of the world if he asked her,just to have another moment with him.In that moment all that she knew is that she had missed him and nothing else made sense till she was in his arms again.This is what felt like to fall and not care were you land.

«Tell me please.»Y/n whimpered desperately,closing her eyes.

Suddenly she was yanked backwards,her shoulders collided with his solid chest,the contact taking the breath away from her lungs.Daemon chin came down to rest on her left shoulder,his lips millimeters from her ear«You want me to say it?»he whispered,she nodded«Fine,i’ll say it.I want you.I fucking wanted you during that two weeks away and i do now.»she gasped,feeling the hard length against her butt and she knew that he wasn’t lying.

As a thrill shoot up her spine,Daemon twisted her around and his mouth crashed down on hers.His lips were soft but the movements were rough,tongues and teeth against each other,as his hands mad their way from her waist till the back of her neck from preventing her to move away.

«I missed you»Y/n let out a shaky breath,his lips mapping the pure skin of her cheeks«It’s been too long.»she sounded to pathetic that made him feel bad from laughing internally.

«Look at you»he noticed,ignoring her affection like he always did«You’re sexy as fuck with your innocent words and fuck-me eyes.»still holding her by the nape of her neck,slightly tiling her head backwards,he took a moment to look at her heated up cheeks,glassy eyes and bruised red mouth.

All of this for just a little kissing and a few words,he really made a pathetic little version of herself.

«You still didn’t told me.»Y/n reminded him,squeezing her eyes a bit and breathing heavily through her nose.

«You want to know what i thought about?»Daemon asked raising a brow.

«Yes.»she answered immediately.

«I don’t want to scare you,little bird.»he started«But if you let me,i’d strip you naked.Then i’d take one of those ribbons you always wear on your head and tie your wrist together.»he squeezed them for emphasis.

Y/n body flushed at the imagine he was putting in her head.She loved when he told her what he wanted to do with her,knowing that she would let him without the blink of an eye«Then what?»she asked again,he knows it too.

«I’d kiss you everywhere.Make you come with my fingers,then my mouth.»he kissed her again,slow and sensual«What do you want me to do?»he teased her,asking it to her now,kissing along her jaw and down her neck.

If he didn’t knew her better,with the list full look in her eyes,she wanted him to fuck of eat her«Unzip me.»she pleaded,forcing his hands behind her back to take the too tight dress off her immediately.

He chuckled between the kisses,savoring the sweet perfume of her skin and the delicious texture«Right here?»he asked,already knowing the answer.

Y/n nodded immediately,her heart was hammering in her chest and she could feel a second heartbeat pulsating in between her legs.She squeezed her thighs together to create some sort of friction,a little relief from the aching wet desire that made her a soaking mess in her most private parts.Daemon didn’t even had to touch there,just few crude and dirty words were enough to bend her at his will.

It scared her a bit,during those four months,she felt like the little troublesome girl that used to follow him everywhere,to do anything right just to have his attention,his approval,his praises.Before Daemon could untie her red dress,the wooden door across the throne room opened,a servant girl rushed in with the chilly breeze of the morning.

«My princess,my prince»Annora was breathing heavily,her cheeks were red from embarrassment«I apologize from my interruption,but prince Viserys is coming this way!»she informed them with a quick bow,fidgeting with her hands.

Y/n hair were still messy after being pulled and twisted between Daemon fingers.Her long eyelashes were wet with little droplets of tears,while her lips were red and bruised from all the hungry kisses that they shared.Even her dress was crumpled and the necklace on her pretty neck would’ve been difficult to hide with the neckline.

Daemon was still holding her close,his fingers burning through the fabric of her dress while he whispered in her ear«Fly away,my little bird.I’ll come to you tonight,make sure to wear only this necklace.»

With wobbly legs and a shaky breath,Y/n was walking faster that she could through the corridors of the castle.Her mind was still clouded with the imagine that Daemon had poisoned her with just few moments ago.The spark of desire was still flickering inside her as she made her way towards her older sister chambers.

«Ah,Y/n finally.»her sister greeted her as soon as she saw her coming in.

Aemma was sitting,or better,laying on a duvet right by the window and the morning light of the sun was bathing her in all its warmth.Her blonde hair were braided in a loosen braid that was resting on her right shoulder.Her pale face was tired,worn out by another sleepless night that was visible thanks to the dark circles under her eyes.Her heavy body was wrapped in a light azure nightgown,her swollen belly caressed carefully by her hand like it was going to explode at any moment.

But even though that,her eyes remained kind and a sweet smile was present on her face,her expression light in up when she saw her younger sister.The room was warm and empty,only the sweet intimacy for the two of them,filled with the pale smoke of incense that fluttered in the air creating abstract figures,and smelled with the creamy essence of flowers.

«Good morrow,your grace.»Y/n smiled,bowing her head.In her words a hint of teasing as she tried to suppress a little laugh.

Aemma rolled her eyes«Come and take a seat,you are late.»she made her notice,but her voice remained calm even though the annoyed look on her face.

The young princess did as her sister told her,sitting in the empty chair in front of her and the round table filled with the most delicious meals she could had asked for.Strawberry and lemon cakes,milk bread,butter biscuits,fresh fruits and warm tea.A nutrient and tasty breakfast like every morning,but this time with just the smell of her favorite sweetness,Y/n felt her stomach turn.

«I apologize.»she started,cleaning her hands with a napkin after she forcefully swallowed a bite of lemon cake«I was taking a fly,enjoying the weather outside like you should do.»she lied,she had also had to drink a big sip of cold milk,but the nausea was still present in her stomach.

Aemma took a deep breath,giving a little bite to the butter biscuit,it seemed that she had already started to eat before her sister came in«You know that Viserys doesn’t want me to move around and that i don’t like when you go to fly on that thing when i’m in this conditions»she said with an apprensive tone.

Her older sister was the only motherly figure that Y/n had ever looked up to,even though she had their grandmother raising her,Aemma was the one she always felt safe with,protected and understood.It was normal for the older one to take care of her,making sure that she was fine and nothing would’ve happened to her,that’s why she was still a bit salty about the fact that her little sister decided to claim a dragon and ride it whenever she had the occasion.

Y/n nodded«You don’t like me to go flying in any of your conditions.»she reminded her,all the time that they bickered about that topic.

«And yet,you still do.»Aemma complained,adjusting herself on the duvet.

«Do not worry,i’m fine.Did you sleep?»Y/n asked changing the topic of the conversation,her voice sounded muffled by the the cup pressed on her lips.

Her sister nodded,she looked very tired«I slept.»she sighed,caressing her big belly.

«How long?»the youngest said,on her face an expression of pure worry to witness her sister in such a tiredness but dutifully state.

«I don’t need mothering,Y/n.»Aemma tilted her head a bit on the soft pillow to take a better look of her younger sister,especially of the shiny necklace that adorned her pale neck.

Y/n put down her cup on the table«Isn’t this the reason you wanted me here with you?»she asked.

«I wanted you here to witness what you will be awaiting very soon.»her sister started,she sounded just like their grandmother,talking about their duty«One day you will be laying on a bed like this,serving the real like you are supposed to.»she told her with sour smile on her face.

Y/n felt like throwing up,her throat was burning and instinctively she placed a hand on her neck,playing with the cold steel.She had months,the one that her father granted her,to get used to the idea that in less than one she probably would end up like her sister.She had years of education that had prepared her for that moment,but she wasn’t ready.Not now that she finally had Daemon attention,if it was him she would’ve been the perfect wife,the most loving mother for their children.But she knew that this wasn’t part of their agreement,he didn’t wanted her for that.While she dreamed of a happy fairytale with her prince in shining armor,he was probably thinking about finding a new woman to satisfy him once she would become the Lady of Winterfell.

«I know what my duty is.»Y/n said,her eyes set low on the window watching the free birds flying away like she wished to do«It’s just-»

«It’s just they will not be his heirs you will be carrying,not him the man you are promised to.»Aemma whispered,and even thought her words were quiet they sounded like a million of broken glasses shattering inside her sister head.

Aemma always had the ability,the power to read her sister like a book.With just a look,she could tell everything that was going on inside her head,her fears,her hopes,every thought that revolves around him.

«I do not care or think about him.What happened the last month was just a misunderstanding-»Y/n started,now her eyes were glassy,shining under the sun light and her lower lip was trembling a bit.

«You think you got everybody fooled,don’t you?»her sister asked,she had sympathetic expression on her face«Well,you can’t fool me.I’ve known you for far too long and i can tell that,not matter how much you try to hide it,you care more about him than yourself.»she stated,talking quietly.

Her sister knew,even though she had never told her,she was aware of the situation.The secret meetings under the pale moonlight,the stolen glances,the lingering touches,the way Y/n had opened her heart once again to him.

«Y/n,he’s married and you are about to be.What were you thinking when you let Daemon toy with your mind like that?»Aemma didn’t sounded mad but disappointed,just like when her husband had informed her that his brother was in her sister chambers that one morning.

Y/n was playing,fidgeting with her fingers till blood came out from her fingertips.Swallowing the lump in her throat she didn’t had yet the courage to look in her sister eyes«I guess…that i thought that eventually he’d choose me.Asking for my hand and all of that.»she murmured.

Aemma hummed,shifting again to coming closer to her sister figure«Do you love him?»

Y/n stood there for a moment,the words still echoing in the room.In her mind she had ask herself that a million of times and she answered,but it was a totally different thing to say it out loud«I think i do.»she said with a broken voice.

She felt ashamed under her sister gaze,like she was naked and they didn’t have anymore that kind of intimacy anymore.She didn’t just failed her father who did everything to find her a good and suitable husband,her sister who was suppose to light her the right path to follow and herself to be naive enough to let herself fall in love with someone she shouldn’t have.

«Does he loves you?»her sister asked this time.

«Sometimes,in his own ways»Y/n answered.

It was the truth.He may did not loved her like she loved him,but Daemon did certainly loved the attention she gave him,the fact that she was there for him,that she would drop anything for him and that he was the only one who had such a strong grip on her.And it was enough,for her wanting was enough,living with the hope that one day he would’ve started to look at her under a different light and love her just like she did.

Her sister took a deep breath,closed her eyes for a moment then she took the napkin on the table a took Y/n hands in hers«Is this worth it?You have to be honest with me and yourself.»she started to explain,cleaning her sister fingertips affectionately«Whoever you want on your side has to be worth it,so is he?»she asked again,her hands were warms and gave Y/n a nostalgic feeling.

Sometime she wished that they were still the little girls who played with dolls together,that slept in the same bed during a thunderstorm of after a bad dream,that braided each other hair and didn’t had a single worried though about the life ahead.

«Yes.»Y/n lied,her eyelashes were wet and her nose was burning from keeping in the urge to cry.

«I’ll see what i can do.I will talk to our father and Viserys»Aemma informed her«Daemon marrige wasn’t consumed,so i think-»before she could finish,her younger sister thrown her arms around her neck.

Y/n was on her knees on the wooden floor,she had carefully brought her sister closer to her and now she was crying in her safe embrace,shaking and sobbing quietly while Aemma was caressing her back lovingly«You would do this for me?»

«There is nothing i wouldn’t do for you.»

Y/n had waited for him that night just like she had promised him.After spending the rest of the morning lulled in between her sister arms and the evening flying around with her dragon,Dreamfyre,to avoid Viserys lecture,she set up all pretty in her bedroom.

As soon as the sun went down and the moon took it place,shining with pale rays in the dark sky,her lover made his way to her.Daemon had found her with all her beauty exposed to him,her soft and silky skin smelled like roses,her flat stomach and perky breast thr sweetest invitation.Her bare legs were shaking while she was sitting on her knees on the soft mattress of her bed,her delicious thighs quivering under his hungry gaze.

Y/n had longed all day to feel his lips on her neck,his fingers tracing her shoulder blades.Bites and kisses down her back,but mostly she had missed the feeling of him,of his weight on top of her.

Daemon took her by the wrist,tying them together with one of the golden ribbons she had in her hair and held her arms down to the bed.He leaned over and kissed her,hard.Then looking at her straight in the eyes,he made one thing perfectly clear and the biggest mistake he could’ve done that night«You are mine.»he said in Valyrian,biting and nibbling her bottom lip.

Y/n mind clouded with pure lust«I’m yours.»she panted,her heart was racing furiously in her heavy chest.

She searched her hands clawed for a handhold on the white sheets as he took her,after manhandling her on her hands and knees and shoving her crying face into the pillow.Daemon wound his hand in her hair and pulled her back,her mouth open in a soundless scream,an airless breath.She had no thought in the moment,she could only feel.

The next morning with the first lights of the sunrise,the golden rays filling the room with warmth,Daemon was still there.Laying in on his back in her bed,his eyes were closed and the sheets were covering his pale and toned body from his waist down.He felt the soft warm weight of her breast,the heat irradiating from her smooth skin,against his chest and the soft touch of her hand on the stubble of his cheek.

It was moments like this,the soft and intimate time that they shared,that scared him the most.When he realized that he fucked everything up,he had a clear and specific plan in his mind but her beautiful eyes,her joyful smile,her stubbornness and good heart ruined everything.Normally he wouldn’t think twice about taking what he wanted,without asking for permission and without looking at anyone in the face.

The night before,right after dinner,Daemon had a small chat with his older brother.Viserys had took him outside,walking together under the stars and on the calm and empty shore«Aemma and i talked quiet a lot this evening.»his brother started,kicking away with his feet little stones on the sand.

Daemon only hummed,a light groan while he nodded without adding anything«I can give you my blessing,so that your affairs will not damage her reputation even more.»Viserys said with a tone that didn’t suited a King to be,but a brother tired of the situation.

«There is no need»Daemon spoke«Y/n is a princess,no one will question her virtue.»he wouldn’t care about that,he never did.

Viserys stopped on his tracks,his face was turning red and his tiredness into anger.He had already plenty of things to think about and of course his brother,being without a limit,would’ve find a way to become another problem for him to solve.

«You need to take your responsibility!You are not a child anymore and you can’t just use her at your liking!»Viserys outraged,pointing a finger on his younger brother chest.

«She surely doesn’t complain about it.»Daemon informed him,chuckling between himself«You should hear her when she begs me to-»

He wasn’t drunk,maybe a bit tipsy after drinking all the fine wife he had brought from Leng,but when Viserys harshly grabbed him and shoved him down on the cold sand,he didn’t had the time to react.Daemon had find himself tackled to the ground,couching after his back landed and the breath was kicked out of his chest.

Viserys was never a fighter,he certainly would’ve never won against his younger brother,but his affection,the way he cared for his little cousin and the rage blinding before his eyes didn’t stopped him«I’ll always been too good to you and so she was.I’ll give you two options:you stay here,married to her and taking care of her or you will leave her alone.»he ordered,hovering over him with a stern tone.

«She wants me to be a better man and that’s mean i can’t be who i am»Daemon said out loud,his voice was thin as the soft breeze.«As soon as your wife will deliver your heir,she will be gone from my life.I won’t follow or search for her.»he continued,his eyes were heavy and a burning sensation was making it difficult to breath.

It was the first time he had admitted it out loud,the scary shadow of not being enough for her,of not wanting to be what she deserved had appeared so many moons ago.But it never stopped him from taking what he wanted from her,he wasn’t a good man,he had killed people and now he was slowly killing her too.And he knew that,and the fact that he was too selfish to care was the pure demonstration that he needed to leave her alone before it was too late.

Viserys got up a little,sitting on his sandy knees he looked at his brother with disgust and pity«You had played with her enough.»he said,his words harsh as a dagger«You will leave tomorrow morning.»he informed him.

Now,in the first hours of the morning,Daemon was still laying in her bed«Don’t stare at me.»he murmured with his eyes still closed,he could feel her loving gaze tracing his features.

Y/n had a smile growing on her face while her cheeks heated up«I’m not staring»she pouted defending herself,her chin was prompted on his chest«I’m just admiring you.»she informed him with a sleepy voice.

Daemon groaned,covering his face with his left arm«That’s creepy.»

She gasped,like she was pretending to be offended«It’s romantic.»she corrected him immediately,leaving a small kiss on his jaw.

He opened his eyes,beautiful purple looking down at her like two precious stones but the rarest one it was her«Good morning.»he breathed out,even thought he was awake from few hours now he sounded tired.

Y/n was laying on top of him,only a few inches away,in all her beauty and the innocence that he had stolen from her once again written all over her body.Her hair were a tangled mess of silver strands,from all the pulling of the night before,on her thighs and rib cage purple bruises blossomed on the delicate skin like flowers but the imagine of his palms and fingers.

Daemon never saw a more beautiful thing in his life,his heart ached in chest while he was tracing them with his fingertips«Does it hurt?»he asked then,massaging the soft flesh.

Y/n shook her head immediately«I like them.»

«You liked them?»he chuckled,not really surprised by her immediate answer.

«They prove that i’m yours.»she murmured quietly,looking down to avoid the truth in his eyes.

Maybe,Daemon thought often,there’s was a version of this world where he could’ve been a good man for her.A warm and sunny place,where people there were always happy and pain didn’t exsisted.Where he was man enough,a proper one that could be a suitable husband for her.Other times instead he thought that it was her fault,why was she so sweet to him even after he made clear that he didn’t care about her in that way?Why was she so stubborn ?What did she saw in him,so special that was worth to fall in love with?

Without an answer from him,Y/n got up a little,now sitting on the mattress and covering her chest with the blanket«I talked to my sister yesterday and she could help us.»her throat was dry,her voice just a whisper as the fear of his rejection took control of her body.

Daemon closed his eyes for a moment,just few seconds ago they were enjoying each other presence.Tangled in white sheets and their passion,for an outsider they could looked like normal married couple that was spending the morning together,but there’s was so many more to see.

«I talked to Viserys and we had an agreement for this situation.»he informed her,getting up from the bed he walked naked till the chair where his clothes were sitting.«I will fly est after breakfast.»he continued,putting on his shirt.

He had other plans,he would’ve waited till she was in her sister chambers like every morning to leave without saying a word to her.He knew that she would’ve hated him,thinking that he had decided that she wasn’t good enough for him anymore without telling her why or without a goodbye.

Y/n followed him with her eyes full of hopes,her chest quivering as her heart was racing furiously«Where a we going?»she asked,fighting the smile that was growing on her face.

Aemma really did the miracle,Y/n thought.Could she finally had the man who had her heart since she was a child?Could she finally have her fairytale,being happy with him forever?It felt like a dream coming true,all the times that she had to remember to herself that this wasn’t going to last,all the agonizing pain she went through knowing the would never be hers sounded like a distant memory.

But Daemon was quick to burst down her bubble,the perfect little world that she had created in her head was just a mere illusion.A stupid and comforting lie that she lived in.

«I’ll go to Pentos,you’ll stay here.»he told her,sitting down to wear his boots.

«You are right.»Y/n stated and for a brief moment he hoped that she understood the situation«I have to stay here with my sister till the babe is born.But you will come and get me after so that we can get-»she was talking too fast for his liking,giving him a headache.

Daemon interrupted her immediately,taking a deep breath«Y/n,let me make things clear so that even your little brain could get them:there is no us.There is me,who will go to Pentos,and then there is you,who will marry Lord Stark.»his words were like a sharp slap in the face.

But what hurt the most was that just for a brief moment,she had left herself be stupid enough,blind enough to think that maybe,deep down,he wanted her just as much as she did.

She felt vulnerable under his gaze,instinctively she brought her knees up to her chest covering herself more«B-But you said…you said that you had agreed with him.»she tried so hard to keep the desperate cry in,tears were pushing behind her eyes,her throat and nose burning.

Daemon let out a sight,passing a hand upon his tired face«You had also agreed with me to not get romantically involved with this.»he spat out,breathing through his nose.

«I know»she said with a tiny voice,she looked just like a small child«But i thought-»she wanted to explain.

He cut her off immediately«No,you didn’t thought.As always you are too dumb for that and you had to ruin this.»he was being mean on purpose,it would made it easier for him to let go knowing that she hated him.

Y/n face was red,hot tears were streaming down her beautiful face,her sad missed the magical sparkle that they used to had whenever she looked at him«Forgive me for my love.Forgive me for ruining you with my love.»she sobbed out.

Even in that moment she was blaming herself,not him and it made him even more furious «You are so pathetic.For gods sake,i can’t believe that i had wasted my time on you.»he thought out loud.

Her shoulders were shaking,just like the hand that was still holding the covers up her chest«Then what are you still doing here?Just leave me alone if i was such a waste of time!»she screamed with a broken voice.

Daemon heart slowed a bit,even though it had all started as a way to spend his time,even though she was just an hobby in the beginning of everything,he had grown very fond of her presence.It felt nice,warm and comforting like a blanket,having her on his side at the end of the day.To see her smile because of him,to feel her safe enough around him to reveal him her deepest fears and her most treasured dreams.

«With pleasure.»he dryly answered,turning around without a second look in her direction.

With the sound of the door closing behind him,Y/n swore that she heard her heart shattering in her chest and the urge of throwing up rising up her throat.Sliding down the bed like a worm,she hovered her bedpan letting go of everything that she had held inside,that horrible nauseous feeling that she had growing up in her stomach for the past week.

She really looked pathetic,watching herself in the long length mirror beside her bed just to see a delusional and idiotic little girl that never learns her lessons.Naked and stinking of vomit,with shaky hands she ripped of the necklace that seemed to burn her skin before harshly throwing it away somewhere in the room.

«Stupid»she scolded herself,brining again her knees to her chest.

Just a few moments later,the door opened again and the sound of hurried footsteps coming closer«Princess!»Annora voice sounded out of breath,her gentle face was pale and worried.

«I’m alright,Annora.»Y/n said,drying her cheeks and red eyes with the back of her hand«I just wish to be left alone.»she continued clearing her throat.

But Annora expression didn’t changed a bit«I’m afraid that you’ll have to come with me,my princess.»the handmaiden suggested.

«And why is that?»Y/n asked.

The next words made her heart drop in her stomach:«Princess Aemma is in labour.»

A moment of happiness,gods a whole moment of happiness was really too much for her to ask?Why the world was so harsh on her?It was beyond her understanding,but nature worked like this sometimes.

Nature does not ask for permission,it had nothing to do with her wishes and wether she liked her it laws or disliked them,she was bound to accept them as it was and consequently all the conclusions.

It had been a week since Aemma,her older sister,had died alongside her child,a girl that she wanted to name after Y/n.

The young princess had rushed to her side,wearing only a nightgown and kneeling besides her bed.Her sister looked sick,a trembling pale shell of herself«It’s too soon,my baby won’t survive!»she had cried,holding her younger sister hand.

Y/n felt the world crumbling completely under her,she had to fought the urge to desperately crying out and screaming till her lungs would had given out.But she had to be the strong one for both of them,only Aemma could cry and being scared.Not her,Y/n had to be there to comfort her.

«It’s alright»Y/n lied with a heavy breath,placing a loving kiss on her sister sweaty forehead«This one is just eager to be with us.»she reassured her.

It was a lie,her sister was eight months pregnant and the Maester had whispered into her ear that there was high chances that both of them wouldn’t survive.So it was,Aemma had lost so much blood and her daughter was so small and fragile when Y/n took a look at the little creature wrapped in the white cloth.

A week later,after she saw her sister and niece lifeless bodies being burned by Dreamfyre,respecting the Targaryen tradition,she just wanted to close herself in her room but she couldn’t.

The funeral took place outside the castle,on one of the green hills that overlooked the sea.It was quiet,sunny day as everyone gathered around the pyre.Y/n had her hair tied up,the peaceful breeze hitting her wet and delicate rosy cheeks,stained with tears.She was wearing a long black dress while,between her fingers she held her sister ring,a golden one with the Arryn banner on it.

It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one.Y/n knew that time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of the people that she cared for will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone so close,someone that she hoped would’ve always been there for her. Aemma death felt like walking up the stairs to her bedroom in the dark,and thinking there is one more stair than there is.Y/n foot falls down, through the air,and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as she was trying and readjust the way she thought of things.

Everything around was silent,only the sniffling sound of choked sobs and the waves crushing down the shore.No one dared to move,not her father,who came immediately after his younger daughter had sent the most heartbreaking news of his life.Not the hand of the king,Ser Otto Hightower who came to express his condolences in the name of King Jaehaerys.Not Viserys,who was only a few steps from her,in a dark cloak,it was a miracle that he was still able to stand on his one two feet.

«They are waiting for you.»from behind her,in a quiet whisper,Daemon was only a few inches away from her with his head down and his tongue rolling around every Valyrian word.

Y/n let out a shaky breath,he had decided to stay,just for the mourning time,but it didn’t changed nothing between them«Do you think that he would’ve be happy to have a daughter?»she asked,her tired glassy eyes looking at her niece lifeless body.

She remembered how Aemma was worried about the idea of being incapable of deliver a heir.But she knew that both her sister and her husband would’ve loved her and took care of her,if only things were different.

She felt Daemon coming closer,his hand were warm on her back giving her support«Viserys needs you now,more that he ever had.»he said,caressing her shaky figure.

Y/n shook her head,forcing out a choked sob«I can’t be my sister.»holding the ring close to her lips.

She had heard the whispers,saw stolen glances,the apologetics expression and forced smiles sent her way.Just the day after her sister lost,she had spent all of her time on Viserys side.

«The world is very quiet now that she is not around.»she stated,sitting next to him in his chambers.

It was the truth,Aemma took everything that was most beautifull in the world with her.

Viserys eyes were lost somewhere on the floor,it seemed that he had already finished his tears«I know that she is gone,but her absence is killing me.I wish I could’ve help her-»his voice was dry and trembling.

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat,caressing his back lovingly«You did everything that you could.Sometimes thing are simply bigger than us.»she tried to comfort him.

She had to be the stronger one in this situation too,Viserys was her first real friend and now he needed her support«Perhaps you’re right.»he sniffled«I just wished that they wouldn’t be feasting on my wife and daughter dead bodies,pushing me to marry again already.»he murmured with a broken tone.

King Jaehaerys health declined very fast in the past few months,to the point where the monarch couldn’t get out of bed.Ser Otto,his hand,was already planning to find a suitable wife for the new King,suggesting Y/n. As the first option,she had only heard it from her father chambers but it wasn’t official yet.

«We were always meant to say goodbye,weren’t we?»she asked with a hand placed on her stomach,she didn’t noticed that she had started to cry again.

Daemon cleared his throat,his eyes were burning«Yeah.I think so.»

A sour smile on Y/n face«I loved you though.I really did.»she admitted without shame this time.

A pause,only the wind was heard before he breathed out«I know.Sometimes i did it too.»

A week later Y/n laid under her covers,refusing to eat or to see anyone.She smelled,not taking a bath in days,her face was worn out,from her red and puffy eyes not a single tears could come out anymore.A small hand caressing her stomach,an ironic and bittersweet laugh stuck in the back of her throat.

The same day that she had lost a life,she had found out that one was growing inside of her.The moment her sister had closed her eyes forever and she saw the pained and desperate expression on Viserys face,he who was holding his dead daughter to his chest,Y/n felt her body betraying her.

She fainted,collapsing on the cold floor and waking up moments later in her chambers,laying on her bed with a heavy head and an empty heart«What happened?»she had asked confused.

Annora was the only one present in the room,she was sniffing and her eyes were glued on the ground«You fainted,princess»the Maester informed her,sitting on a chair next to her bed.

Y/n tried to get up,throwing the covers away from her body«I don’t care.I need to be with my sister»she cried out,stumbling on her feet.

«My princess»Annora said carefully,catching her in time«Maybe you should sit down and listen to what the Maester have to say.»she told her with a tender voice.

«What is it?»Y/n asked,she just wanted to run outside her room and never come back.

«You are with a child,princess.»Maester Mellos had told her with an apologetic smile.

Laying under the warm covers,the pillow was still wet,dump in all the tears and screams that kept her awake the night before.Her sister dreamed to become a mother since they were little,the idea of taking care of her own small child always had Aemma in ecstasy but right now,the same idea had Y/n wanting to throw up if she had ate something.That’s explained the nauseous feeling in her stomach for the past few weeks.

She didn’t told Daemon,how could she trapped him or hold on to someone who doesn’t want to stay?She wished she could find comfort in the thought that in another universe,in another life, they have their happy ending.Everyone was happy and alive and together.But she could only feel the aching sadness at the realization that they won’t have their happy ending here.

She did told Viserys,one night he came in her chambers.He looked tired,shy and unsure«As the future King i have to marry again in order to have an heir and strength our house.»he started,sitting down her bed and looking straight in her eyes.

Y/n already knew,both her father and Ser Otto had spoken to her about this matter after the funeral«I will take care of you,like i promised to my sister.»she had accepted her fate,still hearing Aemma final wishes in her ears.

Viserys smiled sadly down at her«You will be a good Queen and a fine wife.»he reassured her.

She shook her head,her hand still caressing her belly«What kind of wife ruin her husband reputation with a bastard child?Let alone the King one?»she whimpered out ashamed.

He followed the movements of her hand,playing his warm one on top of hers«Does he know?»he asked with a tender voice,it Viserys,her first friend,her cousin and future husband who was talking,it didn’t surprised her the fact that he wasn’t mad at her.

«No.»she informed him and the man in front of her looked relieved.

«How far are you?»Viserys asked again.

Y/n cleared her throat,sniffling a bit«The Maester said two weeks.»she softly said,two weeks since she had forgot her moon tea.

Nodding«We will get married before the end of the summer»he announced swallowing hard,his next words made them cry in each other arms«And I promise you that this child will be a Targaryen and the heir to my throne.»

Daemon had left one morning.Just few days later of the wedding announcement.Suddenly. Without a warning.Without a goodbye.Or rather a farewell.It was so sudden that she first wondered if he had really existed.A beautiful dream.It must be.She slept too much.But the awakening was brutal.The child in her stomach. A farewell present,she supposed.A son who didn’t look like her.Who looks a little too much like him. A reminder.The dream had indeed existed,but it was never meant to last.He wasn’t hers but losing him broke her heart anyway.

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collapsedglasshouses · 7 months

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An Angel For Noah || Noah Sebastian x OC [Part 7]

DIVIDER ART WORK BY @cafekitsune

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Jules [she/her]

MASTERPOST

SUMMARY: Right when Noah thought there was no way back to sanity, it got even crazier.

WARNINGS: angst, tiny bit of tension, ...

A/N: Hello my lovely little people... Sometimes I struggle to find words for the authors note and it gives me anxiety so imma just tell you the same thing as always... Thank you for every single notification I get on this series... I love it so much and am glad that you do it too. Enjoy reading the new chapter!

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Keep in mind, this takes place in an alternative universe. Even though I write about real people, the way I write them has nothing to do with how they are in real life.

The coffee shop, nestled in a quiet corner of the city the band currently stayed at, radiated a warm and cozy atmosphere. It was a strong contrast to the cool early fall weather outside. The large bay windows were slightly fogged up. Soft music played in the background, setting the perfect ambiance for a quiet and relaxed afternoon coffee.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the aroma of freshly baked pastries. People huddled over steaming cups, their conversations hushed and punctuated by the gentle clinking of porcelain. Each table was decorated with a flickering candle, casting dancing shadows across the room.

In the corner, bathed in the soft glow of a table lamp, sat Noah. His gaze was fixed on the raindrops, from the rain that had just stopped, racing each other down the glass. He was lost in his world of thoughts. The lines on his face hinted at the weight of his concerns, and the gentle sigh that escaped his lips carried the weight of a thousand unsolved mysteries.

Noah's mind was racing. Thoughts swirled like a turbulent storm, and he couldn't find a moment of respite. The constant barrage of worries, doubts, and how he felt when he saw that girl filled every what so little place of his consciousness, leaving him in a state of unrest. Every time he tried to focus on a single idea or find a fleeting moment of peace, it slipped through his grasp like sand running through his fingers.

Noah was so frustrated with himself. He wasn't performing as he wanted to and all because of a ghost hunting his mind. Not even the freshly brewed coffee in front of him made him feel better.

When Noah let his gaze wander off in the café again, he nearly choked on his coffee, his heart racing as he spotted her. At the counter stood a woman, her silhouette graceful and mysterious. Her long, flowing black hair laid perfectly on her shoulders, framing a face that had haunted his dreams for so long. Her deep eyes, held a hidden universe of emotions, mirroring the turmoil in his own heart.

As he observed her from afar, she fidgeted nervously with her fingers, a charming yet anxious gesture that made her seem more real than any dream. He couldn't help but wonder if this was another vivid hallucination. But her presence in the café, her tangible form, left him utterly shocked. How the hell could she be here?

The world around him seemed to blur as she slowly made her way to his table, each step bringing her closer to him. His heart pounded in his chest, and he questioned the reality of the moment. It was as if the boundaries between dream and waking life had become indistinct, and he couldn't be sure if this was a fantasy or a genuine encounter.

Noah's mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He wanted to reach out, to touch her and make sure she was real, to unravel the mystery that surrounded her. Yet, his uncertainty held him back, as if he feared the moment might shatter like fragile glass.

The woman finally reached his table, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of hesitation and longing. The air between them crackled with unspoken words, with weeks of yearning and unfulfilled desire to know the truth.

Noah's voice trembled as he whispered her name, a mixture of awe and disbelief in his words. "Jules."

She gazed into his eyes, a complex mix of angst and confusion flickering across her face. Her voice was barely more than a breath as she replied, "Noah."

In that moment, they were no longer bound by his dreams. He was sure he wasn't turning insane. He knew he hadn't just imagined her. They were two individuals, sharing the same space and time, their connection more reachable than ever before. Noah couldn't help but feel that their destinies were intertwined in a way he had never imagined or even believed in before.

"We need to talk." Was all Jules needed to say as Noah's words broke out of him. He instantly told her everything, no matter how insane he sounded in that moment.

He told her of his strange feelings, he couldn't shake. He told her about his dreams. He told her about his feeling that even his best friend didn't quite understand how he felt. He told her everything even though he felt like he was crazy, while she set there and listened. She listened like she always did while her heart ached. She couldn't quite comprehend how hard she had messed up Noah's life with her doings.

The atmosphere of the coffee shop had changed as Noah and Jules faced each other, the air thick with tension. Noah had just shared the details of a dream where he saw a glimpse of Jules' past life. Jules looked both curious and bewildered, unsure of how to respond to what Noah was saying. When she was being honest with herself, she didn't even know what she wanted to say to Noah when she first set down.

"You dreamed about me?" Jules asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.

Noah nodded, a mixture of determination and frustration in his tone. "Yes, and it's not just that. I've been dreaming about you even before you saved me from that car. You appear in so many of my dreams, and it's really confusing."

Jules leaned in, her forehead wrinkling in thought. She sighed at the bizarre situation that formed between them. They were talking as if they had known each other for years while she was as dead as it gets and he hadn't known a thing about her just months before.

"Noah, I wish I could help you get the truth you deserve. But- I don't fully understand it myself." She tried to explain.

Noah's frustration grew as he grappled with the mystery surrounding Jules. He needed answers and was beginning to doubt the entire situation. "I need to know, Jules. Who the fuck are you, really? I don't want to think you're some kind of strange stalker or... I don't know, but this is all so weird. I can't explain it."

The words hung in the air as Jules tried to find the right words, and he wished he could take his back. He had no right to be aggressive. It was more than clear that she had no clue either and they needed to get over what ever kind of magic this was.

Jules reached out but last minute decided against grabbing his hand. She cleared her throat before trying to reassure him. "I don't have all the answers, Noah, and this situation is as confusing for me as it is for you. I'm here to protect you, to watch over you, and I promise I'm not a stalker or anything like that and you know that too. Our connection is beyond what you... or we can understand, and I'm still trying to get clarity in this confusing mess myself."

Noah gazed into her eyes, searching for the truth. He knew there was something extraordinary about their bond, something that defied logic known to humans. Even though he felt silly, his heart and instincts told him to trust Jules, even though his rational mind struggled to make sense of it all.

With a sigh, he relented, his voice softer as he admitted, "I may not understand it, Jules, but I can't help that I feel safe with you. It's just... all of this is so overwhelming. I can't concentrated. It's like this whole thing corrupted my mind. You know?"

Jules nodded, her understanding gaze unwavering. "I know it's overwhelming, Noah, and I promise I'll do my best to understand this all. But there is something we both need to do for our own good"

Noah looked confused.

"This." Jules waved between them. "Can never happen again."

Noah's heart instantly started to race when he thought about what her sentence meant. He knew it would be best but he couldn't let this happen. Almost as if she would leave any moment, he grabbed her hand.

As soon as they touched, a powerful yet unexplainable sensation washed over both of them, leaving them momentarily breathless. From Noah's perspective, it felt as if an electric current rushed through him, and he couldn't help but feel drawn to the mysterious woman before him. It was as if their souls had recognized each other, and the connection they shared became even more profound. It felt like in all those corny rom-com movies that he despiced.

Jules, on the other hand, experienced a shock of emotions and memories flooding back to her. She couldn't fully comprehend what was happening, but she felt a profound sense of familiarity and comfort when her hand connected with Noah's. If she didn't know better, she would have said she felt alive. It was as if their souls were intertwined, and the connection felt almost addictive.

Noah and Jules locked eyes, a shared understanding passing between them.

"Don't leave." Noah almost whimpered out, causing Jules to feel another rush through her body. Her mind was hazed with the emotions breathing life in her body. She knew she needed to get away from him. Lurk in his shadow again. Never show herself again. She knew this would end in total chaos. Not a single time was ever reported where a guardian angel just hung out with their person.

Right as she was about to decline his begging words, he squeezed her hand again, making her whole body tingle with sensation she never felt before. "Please, Jules. Just one day. I beg you."

Noah didn't even know what has gotten into him. All he could think about was how good he felt. He hadn't felt this good for months if not years. His mind was hazed with the thought of her. How he instantly got lost in her eyes. How he was intrigued to know everything about this mysterious woman. How he couldn't lose her.

Jules looked in his undeniable beautiful dark eyes as she swallowed hard. She had fucked up bad but when she looked at him like that she knew she couldn't go back. She didn't want to go back. She needed him just as much as he needed her.

"One day. After that we'll never see each other again." Right as the words slipped over her lips, she knew she lied.

She couldn't deny Noah anything, even if she tried.

PART EIGHT COMING SOON

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens rpf #noah sebastian fanfic #collapsedglasshouseswrites #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian x ofc #noah sebastian x oc

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skulls-soul · 4 months

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Sometimes my brain will give me ideas for ships that I don’t “necessarily” ship (especially when I have shit to do but don’t wanna)

Mainly because it has my favorite character in it

For instance, Luigi(my favorite character)x dimentio

I have not consumed a single ounce of content for this, except for the casual Tumblr glance

Yet for some reason my brain was like, imagine if after the whole “end of the world pure hearts” situation happened, Luigi and Mario go back to their cabin, and Luigi goes to sleep that night having a dream with dimentio in it

he doesn’t think anything of it as first but as the dreams get more vivid, he realizes that dimentio himself is actually trapped within Luigi‘s mind

Luigi doesn’t say anything to Mario because the last thing he wants to do is cause more stress to his poor Brother who JUST saved the world

So Luigi tries his best to get dimentio out himself thankfully, the jester doesn’t want to be inside of the witches mind anymore then Luigi wants him there

The thing is, is that neither dimentio or Luigi have control over his dreams, or at the very least the surrounding bit

This causes dimentio to see the world from Luigis eyes, and, slowly by slowly dimentio starts to see value in the world that he tried so hard to destroy

At some point, Luigi ends up having a nightmare, causing dimentio extreme distress because one he now cares for luigi and doesn’t want him to have to deal with that and two any pain and danger, inside of the dream world is very real for dimentio

after said, nightmare happens, Luigi starts talking to Mario about what’s going on (Mario is both flabbergasted and furious for not knowing sooner, but will quickly put that aside to find solutions)

Now that Mario is on the case hopefully Luigi won’t feel so stressed anymore, which should intern put a pause on the nightmares

now that Mario knows, I imagine Luigi would go to him telling him about his interactions with dimentio both because it would be nice to talk to someone about it and to come Mario’s worry on the ex lunatic

And it isn’t until one of these conversations in were Mario says that he thinks this guy has a thing for Luigi (after three months of seeing him each and every single night yeah it’s safe to say that he does) but Luigi the beautiful dense idiot brushes it off “pffft waaaat? No mario don’t be silly like ya I’d say we are on good terms but not THAT good”

No matter how much Luigi wants to deny it now that the idea was planted in his head he can’t help but see all the little things that could be “hints” causing Luigi to fall head over heels

I imagine that it isn’t until dimentio is finally set free from Luigis dreams, in where he tells Luigi “ if you don’t ~ mind~ I’d like to stay in this reality with you is… hopefully more than friends”

Luigis a blushing mess once dimentio kisses his knuckles and says his goodbyes

If you think Mario isn’t having the time of his life, teasing Luigi, and telling him how older brothers are always right then I am here to tell you that you are wrong and he is absolutely 100% doing that

By the way, dimentio and Luigi’s first date is that a circus :3

#luigi #luigi nintendo #dimentio spm #dimentio x luigi #luigi x dimentio #dimentio/luigi #luigi/dimentio #spm #super paper mario #dimentio super paper mario #paper mario #paper luigi

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neonacity · 2 years

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BLOOD RED | CH.3 | HAECHAN X READER

Summary: You’re a forensic psychiatrist assigned to one of the country’s high-profile criminals. You want to unravel him, but he’s set on catching you in his web instead.

Characters: Haechan, Reader, Jungwoo, Johnny

Warnings: crimes, blood, weapons, toxic dynamics, psychological themes, personality disorder, mental health disorder, dissociative identity disorder, smut (fingering, F receiving). Please, please, please, do not interact if you are a minor.

This work is not meant to romanticize any personality disorders or toxic dynamics. Also, I am not a trained psychologist or medical professional so there might be inconsistencies on some of the scientific things here. Most medical references mentioned, however, are based on the book “The Minds of Billy Milligan” which is based on a true story. This is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr.

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2

The bitterness of the last few drops of coffee spread on your tongue like poison. You looked at the flimsy paper cup with a frown—as if it was its fault you'd downed the rest of its contents—before crumpling and throwing it to the bin beside you. Your eyes were heavy and yet your mind was in overdrive—as if you weren't running on two hours of sleep today, just like how you were yesterday and many nights before that.

You can remember the first time the nightmares started coming.

The feeling was similar to being slowly being undone, as if your seams are on the verge of falling apart any moment. You couldn't understand the cause of it...

It was two weeks ago when things slowly started turning for the worse. You couldn't remember the last time you've had such vivid dreams before, but you knew—the moment you woke up with pure fear sitting at the back of your throat that night—that what you had was out of the norm. Frustratingly, you couldn't remember much of your nightmare the moment you opened your eyes, but you could tell from the way your heart thundered in your chest and the cold sweat that soaked you that some switch has been flipped inside of you. You remember voices, but not their words, and a part of your fear-fogged brain could still draw up silhouettes that were too hazy for you to make out. For the next few days the nightmares would come and go, leaving you shaking in fear from something you don't even know every single time.

Or maybe you do. You're just too afraid to admit what it is.

The sudden sharp knock from your door made you almost jump from your seat. Your surprise must have been so obvious, because the moment you turned around, you caught the look of obvious worry on Jungwoo's face. Clearing your throat, you decided to quickly gloss over your reaction before he could even have the chance to point it out.

"Hey. What are you still doing here?"

Your friend strolled inside and gave you a look that made you shift your eyes away from him. He stopped just beside your table while you tried to busy yourself in fixing the messy folders cluttering your desk.

"I could ask you the same thing. You've been pulling so many long hours lately."

"I'm just taking care of a couple of things."

"Is the 'couple of things' the Lee kid's case?"

You hate the way your hand froze in the middle of picking up something. It was a quick slip, but it was enough to catchJungwoo's sharp, observant gaze. Pointedly, you pushed through the roughness in your throat and tried to divert the conversation to safer grounds.

"I'm fine. This is the first time I've ever handled a case like this so I'm just a little bit more fixated than usual. You have to understand, I don't even know if I'll ever come across someone like him again."

Jungwoo gave you a look that told you he wasn't buying any of what you were saying.

"That's bullshit and you know it. Have you taken a look at yourself lately?" He paused, his jaw ticking as if he was stopping himself from saying something he shouldn't. You couldn't bear to look at him, knowing exactly where the conversation was going.

"This case is consuming you. He is consuming you. I'm worried that this is becoming an obsession."

You tried to push back the bitter taste at the back of your mouth. Your stomach had turned into knots and for a second, you actually thought you were slipping from reality. Jungwoo put into words what you couldn't—and what you refused to acknowledge—but hearing it straight from him felt like an actual punch in the gut. You barely realized you have been shaking in your seat until you felt the warmth of his hands covering yours.

"You need to stop…"

"I can't."

"Why?" He frowned, concern evident in his voice. His hold on you tightened when he felt your hands tremble more in his grip.

"I don't know," your voice finally caught as you looked at him helplessly. "Jungwoo, I've tried. I tried stopping, believe me, but I can't. He is everywhere, even in my sleep. I don't know what's happening to me and I'm terrified. I can't get rid of him. It's like… he's inside me."

The punctuated silence that followed after your confession was almost physically painful. Jungwoo took a while before he spoke again, his steady on you as if he's trying to dig through whatever it is that was festering inside your head. The dead air in the room became unbearable, and it's only until you've started feeling the dull pain of your blunt nails digging against your palms that he decided to reply again.

"We're taking you off the case. I'm calling the headquarters right now."

Your head shot up so fast as he started pulling away from you. Quickly, you scrambled for his hands again as if they were your lifeline.

"What—W-Wait, Jungwoo, please. You can't do that."

"I can and I will. I can't just stand around watching you like this. I don't know what the hell that boy is doing to you, but I'm not letting him lay another finger on you."

"Okay. I understand. Y-You can call them. But can you do it tomorrow? It's late. I can—I can give my own supporting testimonial if they want to. But—let's just do it tomorrow, okay? Please?"

The fear and desperation in your chest was almost making you gag. The still rational part of your mind was trying to connect the dots to understand why you are acting this way, but the choking feeling consuming you was overriding any sort of logic left in you. You knew Jungwoo was right. You probably look like an addict being threatened off his source of heroin right now, but you didn't care. All you know is that cutting lines from that boy would make you drown more in whatever murky mess you're swimming in at the moment.

What the hell are you doing?

The voice in your head reflected the same look of confusion that Jungwoo gave you. You honestly have no idea why you blurted that or what you were even trying to do, but you've gotten to a point where you've let your impulses finally take over. Despite yourself, you were able to gather the little control you have and gave the man a convincing look. You squeezed his hand, your eyes determined but pleading.

"Please, Jungwoo?"

A shadow of something passed his gaze. You couldn't exactly point out what it was, but you were relieved that you sound like your old self again. He also probably noticed, because he gave you a small nod after a few more beats of silence.

"First thing tomorrow… okay?"

"Yes… I promise."

"Good. You should go home and take a re—"

"Wait," you tugged at his hand to gently cut him off. His brows slightly shot up at the action, surprised by it.

"Can I sleep in your house tonight?"

His lips parted in confusion.

"What?"

"I've been jittery because I've been losing sleep. I've tried everything. I think having someone with me will help me relax better. Calm down my anxiety…"

"Don't you have… someone who can help you out? That man you went out with?"

"He's nice, but he's a stranger. I would feel more comfortable with my best friend," you said, almost way too smoothly. "Please, Woo? Just like the old times…?"

You saw the way his jaw tightened again as you trailed off. The strange shadow in his eyes flickered once more, except this time, you have half an idea of what could be behind them. After a long pause, he finally sighed and looked away as he ran his hands through his hair.

"Fine. That will be easier for us to call the headquarters tomorrow. Come on. I think you still have a few things in my apartment.”

Your smile didn't betray the erratic beating of your heart. You squeezed his hand before finally letting it go.

"Thank you. I owe you one."

*******

You have no idea what time it is when you finally decided to crack your eyes open. The room was pitch black, so it took your vision a couple of seconds to make out the glow-in-the-dark hands of the clock nailed to the wall. 2:55 AM. If luck's on your side, you can pull off this stupid plan of yours without setting off something.

Carefully, you moved your head to the side without rustling the covers around you too much. You couldn't really see Jungwoo's face, but you made sure to closely listen to the sounds of his breathing to check if he is already deep in sleep. For a good ten seconds you just watched him, making sure that he really is out, before you slowly started peeling the duvet off of you so you could get up from the bed. You winced in discomfort the moment your bare feet touched the cool marble floor of the room, but you decided to push on and forego slippers to mask your steps. Your heartbeat was drumming so hard against your ribcage that you almost feared Jungwoo could hear it, but that didn't stop you from feeling your way out of the room in the dark. You had to thank your muscle memory, because you were able to navigate to the door without hitting anything or tripping over yourself.

The stiffness that has climbed up to your neck has lifted a little when you finally managed to step into the hallway. Allowing yourself a soft sigh of relief, you didn't waste any time after to go to the small study that Jungwoo uses as his home office. If there's one thing about your friend that you are a hundred percent sure of, it's that he is a big sucker for organizing things. So if you're going to be snooping around his files, you're sure you will all find them in one place and one place only.

You weren't disappointed when you finally managed to crack open the door at the end of the hallway. Not wanting to risk it by opening a light, you moved quickly towards the table where a laptop is and quickly tried to revive its screen. It was passport protected as you expected, but the light from it now bathed the pile of folders filed neatly beside it. You quickly grabbed for them with shaking hands and opened them one by one to check their contents.

You were on the verge of giving up when your hands finally froze and hovered over the last file. Slowly, you read the words typed on the first page under the blue light of the screen.

If you're going to be honest, you don't exactly know what you are trying to look for. Your gut feel tells you that there is something and that you are close, but your disappointment grew by the second as you realized that all the folders you went through are the same ones that have already been given to you. Could it really be possible that you're simply paranoid? Was Jungwoo correct after all about this case affecting you so much that you are slowly losing grip in reality?

Case 04532

Status: Unclosed

Year: 2018.

File Record: Alias, The Apothecarist

You frowned at the lines of text in confusion. Your first thought was that Jungwoo might just have misplaced the folder and placed it in the pile of Haechan’s records, but you knew for a fact that he is not assigned to any other case at the moment. Slowly, you turned to the other pages, hoping that something there might give you a clue about what exactly you’re looking at.

A minute of fast skimming gave you a quick review of the case. From the year 2015 to 2018, a serial offender given the alias of The Apothecarist supposedly committed no less than 50 crimes across the city and its closest neighboring areas. The person’s signature offense was through poisoning, supposedly using a combination of lead, arsenic, and still unknown herbal blends to kill their targets. However, other unverified crimes were also connected to the suspect, with the police believing that the person’s mastery in mixing chemicals also extended their talents to creating bombs and other explosives. In 2018, after a particularly large fire that injured dozens and killed many, all the crimes came to a sudden halt. To this day, no leads about the serial offender have ever been found.

Your mind slowly processed the information as your eyes continued to skim over the pages. Nothing still makes sense to you, not until your gaze landed on the list of dates the crimes were supposedly done. You paused. 2018… Four years ago. Slowly, things started moving in your head as a cold feeling made its way up your spine.

Four years ago, Haechan was eighteen years old… The same age Donghyuck supposedly started with his crimes.

It felt like time started moving slowly for you afterwards. Your frozen fingers went back a couple of pages so you could read again the list of crimes that happened during the three year period. Large scale poisoning… Arson. Bombing to the point of total incineration. All victims died without blood mainly because nothing much was left of them in the first place. Even the poisoning cases could have been easily disguised as a random heart attack.

"Do you like blood?"

"I'm not particularly against it."

"Is that why you committed three arson cases, four bombings, and ten mass cyanide crimes across the city?"

"Princess, none of those drew any blood, but if you're asking that question to confirm my love for violence, then yes, I did them all."

Your head was reeling. A dull ringing has already started at the back of your head when you pulled Haechan's file and went straight to the page that lists his own crimes. When you focused on the dates, it felt like you finally closed your fingers on the missing piece that you've been desperately trying to fumble for in the dark.

The years are different, but each and every recorded attack that Donghyuck confessed to happened on the same date that The Apothecarist did theirs. Even the nature of the crime was almost similar—like a well-made replica of another maestro's work. When your gaze landed on the date of the first crime ever recorded under Donghyuck's name, you swore you stopped breathing.

It was exactly a month after The Apothecarist's last and biggest crime… also done on the same day and almost in the same manner. The pattern says it all. It was a continuation of an unfinished work, a struggling effort to keep an obra maestra from entirely dying.

Donghyuck is not the master of Haechan.

Because he's been under the influence of someone else all along.

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You tried your best to keep your gait steady as you passed through the heavy metal gates of the prison. You have no idea whether Jungwoo called the headquarters already to officially take you off the case, but the guards barely even looked your way when you told them that you're here for another interview. In fact, the pair currently flanking the main entrance didn't even miss a beat in getting back to their card game when you told them you wanted the session to be entirely private. Their lack of blatant care told you that it might be Haechan that they escorted today. Or at least… who they thought was Haechan.

He was already waiting by the table when you finally walked in. Turning to look at you, the boy gave you his usual wide smile, before it froze on his face when he saw your expression. For a while, you only stood in silence by the door, watching him quietly. When you finally started slowly walking towards him, he followed you with his gaze, like a predator tracking his prey.

"You did a great job fooling the guards today, Donghyuck."

The slow smirk that replaced his once innocent smile sent pins of cold straight to your bones.

"You're getting better at this too, Princess."

"I've figured you out," your voice came as an almost shaky whisper as you stopped at a distance from where he was still calmly sitting. Something changed in the light of his eyes as you said it, and in that moment, you were sure he knew exactly what you were talking about.

"You did," he said, his tone not giving away whether he is stating a fact or asking a question.

"Everything you've done… You did it for your teacher, didn't you? You weren't just acting out. You were following a legacy. Does Haechan even know about this?"

He didn't answer. He only stared at you, his face devoid of any emotions you could pick apart.

“Were you under his orders? Does he know the police caught you?”

More silence.

"Are you his successor? Of the Apothecarist?"

His blank facade finally cracked as he curled his lips before giving an empty laugh.

"Am I their successor? Darling, I think we got a little lost in translation there,” he said, his eyes dancing with a light that almost made you physically shiver. “I would give anything for that person to give me as much as a glance. Why do you think I have done all these things?"

You froze. Trying to scramble your brains, your train of thought was easily lost on you as you watched him slowly rise from his seat. He started moving closer with measured steps towards you, his gaze pinning you on the spot. Before you could even stop yourself, your gut instinct took the best of you and made you take a step back to keep him from closing the distance.

"I have done everything to find that person again. You see, people like me and Haechan, we're wrong in the head. We're outcasts. That person was the only one who could have understood us, but they made the stupid decision to stop. I didn't like that. So I took up their activities, because I thought, maybe if they see me doing it, they'll have no other choice but to crawl out of their hellhole and find me. But no. Even that didn't work no matter how many places and people I ripped apart. It was very, very frustrating."

Your breath caught in your throat when you felt your back hit the cold wall behind you. He was towering over you now, eyes dark and hooded as he slowly and pointedly rested both arms beside your head to cage you in place. Goosebumps rose on the skin of your arms when he spoke softly again, his face close enough that his breath was fanning your skin.

"You said you figured me out. The question now is… What are you going to do about it?"

You didn't know how you managed to answer, not when he slowly lowered his head to run his nose gently over the curve of your cheek. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear after, causing your eyes to flutter shut. Your knees have gone weak, but you couldn't really find it in you to push him away.

"Y-You need… to leave," you croaked. He laughed softly as he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot of your neck, a move that finally made your legs give way under your weight. Before you collapsed though, one of his hands caught you by the hip and pressed you against the wall harshly to keep you steady.

"You'll make me leave? How are you even going to do that, hm?"

You were fighting for air. You pressed your hands against his chest now, though that didn't stop him from trailing his hand on your hip to the hem of your skirt. You gasped as his knuckles grazed against the skin of your thigh.

"What are you—"

"Answer. Or I'll turn you around right now and fuck you against the wall."

Your voice died in your throat. You knew he wasn't kidding, not when he slipped his fingers under your clothes and started slowly rubbing circles inside your thigh. Every now and then, he would stop the gentle movements to bury his blunt nails against the soft skin there to leave half crescent marks on your skin. You were absolutely wrecked, breathing heavily as you became painfully aware of the wetness and heat that has now gathered in the apex of your thighs.

"Answer… Now."

"M-Merge. You need to merge. With H-Haechan."

Your reply made him momentarily pause. It was quick though, his movements soon enough resuming to leave burning tracks on your skin.

"Merging… That's very... novel. I've read studies of it. Multiple personalities are merged and fused together with the core personality to make a single entity," he said casually in an almost thoughtful voice that was a complete contrast to the way his hand started inching closer and closer to your core. Both your hands dropped to his wrist, trying to stop him.

"So you're thinking you can merge me with Haechan… Make us into one person so that I can be held back, is that it?" His voice was brimming with amusement now as he smiled down on you. You gave a dry sob, absolutely hating the way your body was screaming for him to touch you where you needed him. You didn't even bother to answer as you painfully became aware of how his fingers suddenly stopped moving a pitying few inches from your dripping core. For a moment, none of you talked and moved. The only sounds in the room were that of your heavy breathing and the ticking hands of the clock on the wall. When he spoke again, his soft words were like the crack of a whip that shattered the tension that shrouded you both.

"Do you cum from thoughts of me, noona?"

Your head shot up at him, stunned by the question.

"Wha—"

You broke off into a scream before you even managed to push the word out as he suddenly moved his hand and plunged two fingers inside of you. He moved so fast in pushing your soaked underwear to the side and burying himself to the hilt that the only thing you managed to do was to grip at his shoulders as a mixture of stretch and slight pain overcame your body in waves. He was quick enough to cover your lips with his other free hand, the action softening your voice into muffled groans against his palm.

"Shhh… Keep quiet now. You wouldn't want the guards to come running here and see me knuckle-deep in you, right? Or maybe that's your thing?" He laughed softly, his voice sweet and gentle. It was an ironic contradiction to the way he pumped his fingers deep inside of you, fast, deep, and unforgiving. He didn’t even let you adjust, instead starting a pace that made you shake against him. Unable to answer, you shook your head vehemently as tears started pricking your eyes.

"Fuck, you're such a dirty slut. Can you hear yourself? You're soaking wet. You're even spreading your legs for me."

"I know you dream of me. Don't even try to deny it," he whispered against your temple as you struggled to keep yourself up. Without warning, he pushed another finger inside of you, so deep this time that it hit that spot that always made your vision turn white. The sensation made you actually scream again behind his hand, a reaction he ultimately caught as he smirked at you.

The realization hit you like a truck when he said those words. Looking down in panic, you caught yourself trying to spread yourself wider for him as your thighs continued to tremble. You watched as his fingers disappeared inside of you again and again, massaging your walls that were desperately trying to suck him in. A broken groan left your throat as you felt yourself tighten against him, desperate for more. When he resumed his pace and went deeper, you clung to him harder, nails digging against the fabric of his shirt.

"Oh… So it's this, huh? Your special spot. Look at you trembling. Are you close? Are you going to cum with just my fingers?"

All sense and reason have left you at this point. Tears have started spilling down your cheeks, but all you could care about was the way he continued to drive himself deeper inside you again and again, right where you need him. Your legs were in pain, and you threw your head back against the wall as the beginnings of the tight knot in the pit of your stomach started to unravel. Donghyuck pressed his lips against the column of your throat and nipped your skin in between murmuring words that your foggy mind could barely understand anymore.

Come on.

Give in.

Beautiful.

Stop fighting me.

"Cum."

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he made one last thrust and buried his fingers against the spot inside of you. Vision turning white, the pressure inside you finally broke and sent waves and waves of electric pleasure through your veins. You could hear everything and nothing, your mind temporarily blanking out to block everything but your high. Just as you were at the crest of your orgasm, you heard him whisper words against your cheek as he gently kissed you there.

"Perfect… You're so perfect."

"Too bad you can never be her."

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A/N: Well... that was a ride. This is the second to the last chapter. Enjoy!

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