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Hey! Are you going to continue the story “only for you”?
Wow hi!! I almost can’t believe I got this ask, thank you so much for trying to find me!
I’m definitely planning on continuing it! Should be just 1-2 chapters left, but I keep getting distracted by my other AO3 projects. This message definitely makes me want to try and start again for OFY though!!
I’m glad you liked it enough to reach out to me ♥️
Pairing: Mason x f!MC (Detective Athena Kouris) | The Wayhaven Chronicles
Word Count: 3.6k+
Warnings: E rating - 18+, nsfw but also mentions of violence, blood and injuries. Explicit language because, ya know, Mason.
A/N: Hurt/comfort is my jam. And I just really wanted some soft Mason. Thank you @crackerdumortain and @homeformyheart for these prompts! This fic takes place deep in their relationship and has zero book 3 spoilers.
Pairing: Mason x f!MC (Detective Athena Kouris) | The Wayhaven Chronicles
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: T Rating - Minor innuendos but nothing explicit - fluff
A/N: Thank you to the lovely @homeformyheart and @gingerbreton for these prompts! I never write fluff (well not often at least) but I wanted their first “I love you” to be a bit sweet but they totally boned afterwards, don’t you worry
Prompts:
First “I love you”
Raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly
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Athena doesn’t prod. She doesn’t poke or jab or press. She’s always been patient - infuriatingly so sometimes - and this time is no different.
However, Mason was pacing at the foot of her bed and was testing that patience. He was nervous, had been when he’d first knocked on her door in the warehouse, and he continued to be even as they made out in her bed. It wasn’t until she started to pull his shirt off that he had frozen, body going stiff - and not in the way she expected - before she released the hem of his shirt and he stood up from the bed.
I have only known two countries my whole life. Yours and mine. What are the others like? Well, Kerch… might be a bit much for you. On Ghezen’s Day, it’s customary to ride through the streets naked and drunk on grapefruit wine. Not Kerch. Oh, the Wandering Isle. Well, I can fit in there, no trouble.
Shadow and Bone (2021 - )
1.08 “No Mourners”
Pairing: Adam du Mortain x f!MC (Detective Avery Lin) | The Wayhaven Chronicles
Word Count: 1.3k~
Warnings: T rating - there’s a whole lotta angst, minor language, minor mention of violence but only in the metaphorical sense.
A/N: Thank you @hunnybadgerv for this lovely, angsty prompt. Fair warning, I have never written for A and my A-romancing detective is kind of a bitch and kind of destructive. So I wouldn’t expect much fluff with them.
Pairing: Nate Sewell x f!MC (Detective Anastasia Mettles) | The Wayhaven Chronicles
Word Count: 1.3k~
Warnings: E rating - 18+, nsfw
A/N: Thank you to the lovely @ivyroseblack for this prompt! I really, really hope this isn't too ooc for Nate. This is, also, a follow up to Ravenous
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Prompt(s) (will be bolded): From this prompt list
“You really do love drinking my come, don’t you?”
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She’s lovely.
Pale blonde hair mussed from where his fingers have been threading and twisting between the fine strands. Her bright, blue eyes - he’d long since removed her glasses for her - close as her long lashes fan across her flushed cheeks.
And her lips. Oh her lips, full and plump, the sweetest he’s ever tasted. Lips that only speak with beauty and wonderment. Lips that held the purest of smiles and concealed the most bubbly of laughs. Her lips are one of his favorite parts about her.
Especially now, as those same lips wrapped delicately around the head of his cock.
“Anastasia,” Nate croons, suppressing the urge to jerk forward as she takes him deeper. It is maddening and Nate prides himself on his sanity.
Nate knows how she tastes - can still taste her on her tongue even now. In fact, he had no qualms about staying on his knees, face buried between the greatest meal he’d ever had.
But Anastasia - sweet, eager, adoring Anastasia - felt a pick peckish herself.
He feels her hand wrap around the base, followed by cool air as she pulls off of him. “You taste so good,” she says and Nate can’t help but smile, his hand coming up to her face, palm caressing her cheek.
“You, my love, feel amazing.”
She preens. Her hand is still pumping his cock and he allows himself to buck against it without threat of gagging her.
But little does he know that the idea of choking on his cock is her greatest desire of all.
She turns her head, lips brushing against his hand for a moment before she leans forward again. She licks a stripe - base to tip - once, twice, thrice, and then she’s swallowing him again. Head bobbing to a rhythm that Nate barely registers as the sound of her own heartbeat - steady, methodical and overwhelming.
Nate groans, his hand moving to the back of her head. His fingers flex against the nape of her neck before a muffled ‘mhmm’ vibrates around him - another groan rips from his throat. He looks down and instantly their eyes meet. She nods slightly, not enough to jostle her ministrations but enough to get her point across.
He pushes her hair back using both hands, gathering the strands until they form a makeshift ponytail in his grasp. He wraps the length around his hands and gently tugs.
She moans, a delicious sound that he can more so feel than hear. And Nate wants more.
“Did you like that?” He asks, his words gentle and warm. She only nods, and Nate can’t have that.
He goes again, tugging loosely on the hair gathered in his hand as Anastasia continues to move her mouth around him. And she is vocal, letting out pleasurable moans and desperate whimpers which only makes him pull her hair harder.
He feels her hand against his thighs, her fingers digging into the flesh there and setting his skin ablaze. His head tilts back and his eyes flutter shut as he slowly gives in to his desire.
Before he realizes she's choking, her nose pressed against the trail of hair below is navel as his cock brushes the back of her throat. His eyes snap open and there is a clear panic as he starts to ease her mouth off of him. When did the grip on her hair become so tight?
When she breaks away a clear trail of saliva falls from his cock and her mouth, her chin is wet and she coughs slightly before looking up at him.
“No, no I want this,” she mumbles, her chest heaving with the effort of breathing.
Nate only frowns. “But you almost-“
“I want it,” she cuts him off.
He’s never had the pleasure of seeing this side of her. Greedy, demanding and absolutely insatiable.
Her hand comes up to stroke him and Nate almost feels guilty for the slight whine that escapes his lips. The look she gives him - a hungry, predatory glance - makes him shudder and he has one fleeting thought before she leans forward again.
He is the prey.
“I want it all,” she says, warm breath fanning over slick, sensitive skin. “I want you to take your pleasure. I want to feel you, taste you, Nathaniel.”
Anything. Everything. He will give it with open arms.
Anastasia takes him wholly. His cock glides easily into her mouth and the hum she exhales makes him sigh. His hand is back in her hair and this time he holds her still.
When he looks down at her she is already looking up at him. He watches as her knees slide, her legs pulling further apart. She rests her hands on her thighs - steadies herself. She waits for him.
His hips thrust forward tentatively, testing and timid. When she doesn’t pull back he pumps more purposefully, his cock going further and further into her mouth until he can fully sheath it inside.
She makes a small, strangled noise but her eyes roll back in pleasure. Nate is no longer worried.
He continued to fuck her mouth. The grip on her skull is firm and he adjusts his stance slightly into a better angle. It’s a wild feeling, being in control like this but also absolutely losing every ounce of it at the same time.
When he speaks it sounds to him like a jumbled mess, a tangle of unintelligible words with zero meaning.
“So good,” he pants. Every nerve feels like a live wire. Strong. Powerful. Electric. “Fuck.”
The steady grip he has on her head makes her unmoveable, but she doesn’t mind. Nate thinks she maybe even relishes in it. Instead she only keens around his cock, every vibration makes him buck faster.
He’s reaching a precipice of no return.
“‘stasia,” he murmurs, all signs of eloquence destroyed from his memory. “I’m close, my love.”
It’s then that he realizes her hand is moving, her fingers brushing her clit in time with his strokes. Oh, he is going to burst.
It only takes a few more thrusts before he feels the familiar squeeze and tightness, then he stills almost completely, his come shooting into the back of her throat.
“Yes,” he praises, watching her throat bob as she swallows. “Good, good girl.”
When he’s sure she’s had enough - and she needs to breathe, he knows this - he pulls back. She gasps immediately, a slight cough before she wipes at her chin, a contented smile blooming on her rosy lips. She’s still working her fingers against her clit in slow circles.
Before he can step back she reaches out, her index finger grazing the tip of his slowly softening cock. She swipes at a bit of come left behind before popping the finger into her mouth.
She’s never, ever been this bold, this forward. Nate is entranced. “You really do love drinking my come, don’t you?”
He says the words without even thinking, only catching himself when Anastasia’s ocean eyes grow wide with surprise. Before he has a chance to speak, to take back the completely and utterly offensive words, she nods her head enthusiastically.
“Yes,” she breathes. “That was… I just…” he notices the flush start to creep down her chest and he shines a bemused smile her way.
“Come on,” he says, reaching out a hand and gingerly pulling her up to her feet.
He leads her to the bedroom of her small, colorful apartment, exchanging a kiss here and there. When they make it to the room he’s quick to pick her up bridal style and carry her to the bed, relishing in the angelic giggle she lets out when she’s laid on the bed, his body covering her own.
He kisses her, steals the breath from her lungs before trailing his lips across her jaw before nipping at the space below her ear.
“Now, darling,” he begins, his fingers threading hers. “I think it’s time for the main course.”
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we really got so lucky having freddy carter as kaz brekker. i don't know if this was all him or the writers but every single time someone touched him during the show, he looked down at the spot they touched and looked visually uncomfortable. not to mention how much it looked like he wanted to help inej when she got injured but he physically couldn't bring himself to. i cannot put into words how much i love this cast for reading the books and actually caring about the characters they are bringing to life.
Pairing: Mason x f!MC (Detective Athena Kouris) | The Wayhaven Chronicles
Word Count: 1.8k+
Warnings: E rating - 18+, nsfw - like very, very, very nsfw
A/N: I started writing this weeks ago and then hit a wall. Thank you to the lovely @homeformyheart for providing me with such a vulgar prompt that I had the inspiration to finish. I didn’t proofread too hard so sorry for mistakes, I just wanted this out there. Also what are your thoughts on dad!Mason?