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[faiology]

fem reader being turned on after aniya goes off on kc in that tiny pink dress at movie night and aniya notices and they do a lil something something

ᥫ᭡ fai speaks: me not realizing this was an option sooner. i love you, anon. may your pillow be cold on BOTH sides. deadass. i’m still in a weird place with the smut without making it sound so cringe, please be patient with me bae (18+ mdni)

the tension in the villa had been brewing for weeks, but movie night turned the place into a shit show.

watching aniya stand up there in that tiny pink dress, absolutely tearing into kc, did something to you. kuman chandler was a dog, plain and simple. she didn’t deserve an ounce of the shit he’d been pulling behind her back, but seeing her finally step up and demand her respect? it was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen. the fire in her eyes, the way she held her ground? oh yes.

you were coupled up with some other boy, but honestly, you couldn't care less. he was boring as hell. you’d met niggas with more personality waiting in the line for the bathroom at the club. your mind wasn't even on him. you wanted aniya. you were on her body so so bad, and the urge was getting impossible to ignore.

which is how the two of you ended up tucked away in the private restroom, escaping the drama outside.

the door was locked, cutting off the noise of the villa. you were sitting casual on the edge of the marble counter, in your panties, letting the cool air hit your skin. aniya was standing right in front of you, freshly showered and wrapped up tight in her towel, still riding the adrenaline from the argument.

“i’m just so sick of the bullshit fr,” she muttered, shaking her head as she paced the small space. “i can’t believe i let his dumb ass get me out of character like that.”

you leaned forward a bit, your eyes locked on hers. “you don’t deserve that, baby. for real. you’re too pretty.” your voice was soft but steady. “he doesn’t even fit your life, charge it to the game and move on.”

aniya stopped pacing, looking at you properly. the frustration in her face started to soften. “you’re so right,” she said, taking a slow breath.

you couldn’t help but just stare at her. up close like this, without all the villa cameras and the noise, she was breathtaking. the glow of her skin, the way the towel hugged her shoulders. everything about her was hitting you all at once.

“exactly,” you murmured, your voice dropping a little lower. “fuck him.”

you didn’t even consciously make the decision to move. one second you were on the counter, and the next, you’d stepped down into her space. the distance between you completely closed.

she had a few inches on you, but you didn’t mind the height difference at all. you reached up, your hand finding the sides of her face, your fingers resting gently against her jawline, the other around her waist. aniya paused, her breath catching in her throat as she looked down at you, her dark eyes wide but entirely locked onto yours.

“you are so beautiful.”

you didn't say another word. you just leaned in, tilting your head slightly, and brought her lips directly to yours.

soft whimpers left her lips as you trailed your kisses down to her chest, and the towel finally gave up resting at her feet. neither of you moved to pick it up.

the mirror was clear of the steam from the shower, you moved behind her. admiring your reflection, how good the two of you looked together.

“you just don’t know how bad i’ve wanted you,” you murmured against her ear. hands finding her hips.

“show me,” she said, voice had gone breathy. “please.”

your fingers pressed into the skin at her hips. she swayed backward, her ass meeting your front.

“those lames don’t deserve you, baby.” you said. the words came low, your lips brushing her outer ear. your free hand toying with her nipple.

her head fell back against your shoulder, throat exposed. a single drop of water slid from her hair down the column of her neck, and you tracked it with your fingertip, tracing where it disappeared.

“fuck them,” you said. “especially kc.”

“fuck kc,” she moaned, and you smiled. you loved the sound of that.

your hand slid lower. past her navel. her thighs parting before you even asked. she was soaking and it wasn’t from the shower she’d just taken.

aniya’s breath hitched as your fingers parted her lips. your middle finger tracing the seams of her, knees buckling in response. you held her with your other arm around her waist, holding her upright against you.

“look at yourself,” you said.

her eyes were closed.

you pressed harder, circling the swollen bud that made her body jerk. “look, baby.”

her eyelids fluttered open. in the mirror, she was a wreck already, lips parted and shiny with spit, hair falling loose. her chest heaved. the reflection showing everything. your hand between her legs, her wet thighs, the way she’d already begun to rock into your palm.

“grab the towel,” you said.

“what?”

“the one on the counter. bite it.”

her confusion lasted only a second before understanding flickered across her face. she folded the small towel twice and bit into it.

your fingers worked her open slowly. one inside, then two. the stretch made her moan, the sound muffled into something guttural. her teeth clenched around the fabric. her hips beginning to move. your palm ground against her clit.

“this is what you needed,” you said against her temple. “you’re are so, so beautiful, baby.”

her response came as a low moan through the towel.

your free hand drifted upward. fingertips tracing her sternum, the hollow of her throat, and then your palm settled there. not squeezing, not restricting, just present. the pressure was enough to feel her swallow. enough to feel the frantic beating of her pulse.

“i just want to make you feel good, my pretty girl.”

her pulse hammered faster as your fingers curled inside her, finding just the spot to make her vision blur. a strangled cry leaving her moth, her hips snapping forward. the towel nearly slipped from her mouth. you caught it, pressing it back between her teeth, and kept working her through it.

the mirror had fogged again. not with shower steam, but with the heat of your two bodies pressed together. you could still see her face, though. the way her brows drew together. the way her eyes kept trying to close and she kept fighting to keep them open, watching herself get closer, watching your hand at her throat, watching your fingers disappear inside her.

“you’re doing so good baby,” you praised, and she shattered.

not dramatically—not the screaming, back-arching performance that you both do in your couples to boost egos. this was smaller and messier. her thighs clamped around your hand. her back arched. you held her through it, fingers still moving, throat still resting in your palm, letting her ride the spasms until her knees gave out entirely.

she rested against you, chest heaving. the towel dropped into the sink.

for a long moment there was only breathing. hers ragged, yours steady. then the voices came frm outside.

aniya’s reflection stared back at her, wide-eyed, still trembling. but she didn’t move to cover herself. didn’t reach for the towel. instead, her hand found yours, the one still slick with her, and she lifted it to her mouth. her tongue darted out, tasting herself on your fingers.

and that’s when you knew, you were in way too deep.

[tvseries-writings]

Takedown

Polytrix x reader (Kpop Demon Hunters)

Prompt: When Rumi falls victim to a devastating panic attack triggered by a demon who takes the shape of someone from her past, you throw yourself in to protect her, only to be struck brutally in the head. Your girls panic.

TW: fainting, passing out, panic attack.

Being an idol means sacrifice, passion, commitment. Being an idol is difficult, scary, but it also means bringing something to the world, and as Huntrix, that is your destiny. Idols by day and hunters by night, demons sliced by your blades and stolen kisses between kills, while the Honmoon grows stronger with every blow you strike.

Celine took you under her wing at the same time Zoey and Mira were recruited. Then you met that little girl with purple hair and a shy gaze, with deeply sad eyes, and your innocent feelings, over the years, with success, with sleepless nights spent defeating demons and rehearsing songs, had turned into a feeling so pure and powerful that every caress you gave her strengthened the Honmoon, though hidden from everyone's eyes except yours.

As hunters, your job was to defeat demons; as Huntrix, your job was to dominate the stage, hiding the diversity of a pure but unconventional love like yours, a bit like you. Rumi's "tattoos," the scars on your arms, Mira's past, Zoey's insecurities... a hymn to diversity itself, a hymn to yourselves.

You sigh, rolling your eyes as you look at what is supposed to be your new seamstress for the new tour.

"Okay, you're literally holding the needle the wrong way around, and you're supposed to be our seamstress... you're a demon, aren't you?"

"What? No, I don't know what you're talking about, I..."

You uncover her arms, revealing the typical marks and shaking your head in disapproval.

"I don't understand why you keep doing this. You should have figured it out by now. First learn the craft, then come to Earth. It should be easy, yet you idiots keep making the same mistakes over and over again. It's getting tiresome."

You snort in boredom, making the four shuriken (ninja stars) appear in your hands. You twirl them between your fingers and, as you watch the now-transformed demon in front of you, you notice three other brutes joining the party out of the corner of your eye. Rumi, Zoey, and Mira should be coming through that door any minute, but until then, you'll have to fend for yourself.

"If most of you weren't so stupid as to not even learn human customs and traditions, I'd almost feel sorry for killing you. Almost."

The seamstress demon attacks you, but you easily dodge it, letting one of your stars stick into its forehead, turning it to dust. You hear Zoey's voice echoing in the hallway, turn toward the door, and see familiar purple hair peeking into the room. The distraction is enough for one of the three remaining demons to throw you against the wall, hitting your head so hard that you see nothing but darkness for a few minutes.

Rumi is the first to spring into action, conjuring her saingeom and running towards you, but the demon that hit you blocks her path. Before any of the three of them can finish it off, turn it to dust, and send it back to the hell it came from once and for all, it transforms into Jinu, and Rumi freezes. The saingeom slips from her hands, crashing to the floor with a loud thud; the hunter falls to her knees and Zoey and Mira quickly rush to her side, while four more demons emerge from a crack in the ceiling.

"Rumi! It's not real, it's not really Jinu!"

Zoey grunts as three of her shin-kal pierce a demon's throat.

"Rumi! Get up!"

"They know what you are, Rumi. Your secret has been revealed, your marks are shining—"

The Jinu demon smirks as he moves closer, and Mira strikes him in the calf with her gok-do, causing him to stumble back a few steps.

"Don't you dare touch her."

Her eyes burn with fire, her hands clenching the gok-do with such force and rage that her knuckles turn white.

In the chaos, you finally regain consciousness. The demons have almost tripled in number in the room, and your eyes immediately fall on the hyperventilating figure of one of your girls. With a grunt, you stand up, make the shuriken reappear in your right hand, and start killing as many demons as possible—considering your current aim, very few—in a desperate attempt to reach Rumi before the situation worsens.

Mira and Zoey glance at you briefly before returning to the fight. They are concerned but unable to assist you at this moment.

You collapse to your knees in front of the purple-haired girl, ignoring the throbbing in your head as you gently caress her cheeks.

"Rumi, my love, look at me."

She doesn't answer you, she doesn't even look at you; her chest rises and falls at an alarming rate and your heart sinks at the sight. A demon approaches and you barely have time to strike him, a second before he hits you. Out of the corner of her eye, Mira notices two of your shuriken missing their target, and her stomach clenches. You never miss your target, never, under any circumstances. Something is wrong.

"Rumi, it's okay, Jinu is free, it's not your fault. We love you, we know about your marks, and we love you. Love, please, breathe with me."

You grab one of her hands and bring it to your chest, deliberately exaggerating your breathing to get the other girl to follow suit.

"Breathe, love, breathe; that's it, good girl."

You hold her in your arms, she's still shaking, but now the broken gasps she was making a few seconds ago are deeper and less raspy. That's enough for now.

"It's okay, it's okay, we love you, all of you. There's not a single part of you that we don't love, Rumi."

Your girlfriend clings to your arm, holding on to it as if it were her anchor, and in that fleeting moment you notice a demon running towards you. Mira and Zoey notice it too, but they are too far away to reach you.

"Rumi, watch out!"

You scream, pushing her out of the way. You summon two shuriken but miss the target, summon two more but your vision blurs; you don't see it coming, you don't even hear it. You can barely hear the muffled screams of Mira, Zoey, Rumi... The demon hits you with a dull thud on the back of your head and the world explodes into a painful red and white blur, like a camera flash projected inside your skull.

You stagger forward, then backward, your knees buckling like wet paper under your weight, the shuriken slipping from your hands and falling to the floor.

A high-pitched buzzing whistles in your ears. The lights become blurred, overlapping. You bend forward, one hand on your head and the other desperately searching for something to hold on to. But there is only air, and you fall. The floor welcomes you with unexpected violence, and the moment your temple hits the marble, you lose consciousness.

"Shit, shit, shit. Y/n!" Zoey screams, turning around for just a second before a demon attacks her, forcing her to look away from you.

"Rumi! Rumi, you have to take care of her, we'll take care of the demons."

The purple-haired girl hurries over, takes your face in her hands, and brushes the sweat from your forehead.

"Y/n, love, love, wake up, you have to wake up."

Her slender fingers frantically slide over your wrist, searching for a pulse. Then she lifts your eyelids, checking the responsiveness of your pupils. Her fingers tremble, her chest hurts, the consequences of the panic attack are taking their toll.

Meanwhile, the room has become a Dantean circle, filled with demonic screams and sliced flesh, turned to dust. Zoey advances like a bullet, using her concern for you as a trigger, the shin-kal are like liquid tentacles that tear and divide the demons. Next to her, Mira moves with awkward and brutal elegance: a gok-do strike, a sharp blow, a growl—on her part, of course—and another demon implodes under her weapon.

Rumi remains kneeling, her eyes unable to tear themselves away from your unconscious form, her hands wandering over your body, tears streaming down her face.

"Love, wake up."

The purple-haired girl leans over you and rubs her knuckles hard on your sternum; Celine had taught you that this technique was one of the fastest ways to revive an unconscious person. A small moan escapes your lips as you blink, trying to focus your vision.

For a single, terrible moment, you don't remember where you are, but then a glance at Rumi's worried, tear-stained face and the sound of Mira and Zoey's weapons cutting through the air in the room bring you back to reality.

"The demons! We, I..."

You try to get up, or at least sit up, but Rumi shakes her head, her eyes wide as she pushes her hands against your chest to keep you lying on the floor.

"No! No, don't try that, take it easy. You have a concussion and I still have to check your head."

Her voice trembles, tears still streaming down her cheeks, and despite the pain in your head, you sit up and hug her.

"You did well, love, everything's fine, breathe okay? Keep breathing for me."

You glance at Mira and Zoey and realize they won't make it on their own.

"Rumi, hey, listen to me; I have to help them, you sing, repair the crack."

You caress her cheek, smile at her, and then slowly approach her, leaving a sweet kiss on her lips before summoning your shuriken, joining your other two companions.

You grit your teeth and ignore the pain, praying that your body will hold out a little longer before finally giving way.

I don't think you're ready for the takedown

"Zoey, get down!"

One of your shuriken sticks into the throat of the demon that was about to attack the lyricist from behind and dissolves it into dust.

"Y/n! You should rest, sweetheart, don't stay here fighting."

Zoey approaches you, killing another demon and watching you do the same.

"You needed help, Rumi..."

Break you into pieces in a world of pain, 'cause you're all the same

You exchange glances, you don't need to speak. You both know you'll have to talk to her once this is all over.

Yeah, it's a takedown

"Y/n!" Mira quickly approaches you, and her relieved gaze rests on you, "you should-"

"...Rest, I know, I know. But I'm having so much fun killing these assholes."

You smile playfully as another of your shuriken sends the last demon in the room to the other world.

A demon with no feelings, don't deserve to live, it's so obvious

"Thankfully they're gone, I was getting tired."

Mira snorts, rolling her eyes, and makes her gok-do disappear with a wave of her hand. You and Zoey do the same with your weapons, and then all three of you turn to Rumi. She is still kneeling on the ground. She is out of breath from singing and most likely as a result of her earlier panic attack.

You nod to them, miming "go to her" with your lips.

"Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?"

Zoey sits down beside her, stroking her arm and trying to catch her eye, and Mira does the same; she sits down behind her and hugs her, resting her chin on her right shoulder.

"I-I'm fine, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I-it's my fault, I shouldn't have let-."

"Rumi, hey, hey, it's okay. It's not your fault, sweetie, it's not your fault."

You say and take a step towards them, focusing solely on changing your sweet and innocent Rumi's mind. A wave of dizziness hits you and the pain intensifies rapidly.

Without the hand that was supporting you against the wall, the only reason your body hasn't collapsed to the ground until now, your legs give way and your vision blurs. Your knees hit the floor, and your head would have too if it weren't for Zoey's lightning-fast reflexes.

"Y/N!"

Their cries are muffled sounds, as if you were underwater; you're not completely unconscious, but you're not fully aware of what's going on around you either.

"Honey, honey, wake up."

Zoey shakes you by the shoulders, her lips trembling as she struggles not to cry. You are pale, your chest rising and falling too slowly for her liking, and the terrified look on Mira's face tells her that the situation is serious.

"Zoey, Zoey, you have to be gentle. Check her head, see if she has any bumps, okay?"

The redhead is still holding the purple-haired girl in her arms, preventing her from falling apart and blaming herself for what happened. That's the last thing she needs right now.

The rapper's hands wander through your hair, finding not one but two bumps, one of which is bleeding.

"Damn, she's bleeding, shit,"

Zoey mutters, then tears off a piece of her uniform and presses it against the cut on your head.

"M-Mira... she'll be okay, right?"

Rumi whispers, clinging to the older girl, and Mira can only nod, hugging her a little tighter as she prays to the gods that she's not lying.

.....................................................................................................................

After the girls brought you back to your apartment, you spent hours drifting in and out of consciousness. The first time you woke up, it wasn't a pleasant awakening. In fact, you woke up because Mira shook you until you opened your eyes.

"Y/n, you can't sleep, love, come on..."

A small moan escaped your lips, tears forming in the corners of your eyes without you being able to stop them.

"What... Mira, what?"

"You hit your head, love, do you remember?"

The second time you woke up, two hours later, it was because of a painful massage on your sternum, which you tried to free yourself from by unconsciously summoning your shuriken.

"Woah tiger, take it easy with those."

Mira had snatched them from your hands and thrown them across the room. You looked up and saw the culprit behind that painful massage.

"Rumi, stop, stop, my head hurts... I just want to sleep."

"It'll pass, sweetheart, it'll pass."

You whimpered, and Rumi held back a sob, leaning over you to kiss your forehead. Then she, Mira, and Zoey exchanged worried glances before you fell unconscious again.

The third time you woke up, it was because of a loud conversation that had disturbed your sleep.

"We have to take her to the hospital, she needs a CT scan."

"She's so stubborn... she won't let us take her to the hospital." Mira shook her head, glancing quickly at you.

"I know, damn it, but she can't stay awake for more than five minutes. We have to do something. She took a bad blow, and if she has a brain hemorrhage and we don't notice it in time..."

"I'm fine," you muttered, rubbing your eyes, "Celine..."

"We don't talk to Celine anymore, love. Remember?" Zoey said, and you looked at her confusedly before throwing up the contents of your stomach onto the floor.

..……………………………...................................................................................

After seven hours of intermittent wakefulness, you regain consciousness. Slowly. You blink, move your arms and find them sore, before noticing the same in your legs. You look around, there is no one in the room and the only noise is the traffic of Seoul in the background. You sit up slowly and then swing your legs out of bed. As soon as your feet touch the floor, a chill runs down your spine.

"What are you thinking of doing? Don't even try it."

Mira's hands push you back onto your back and you snort.

"I feel better, love."

"Yeah, well... we haven't slept for 10 hours to make sure you don't have a fucking brain hemorrhage, that your chest is still rising, so stay the fuck still."

You sigh, abandoning all attempts to escape. You look at Mira, her shoulders tense, dark circles under her eyes, and the look of a caged tiger expecting someone to hurt her at any moment.

"Mira?"

"Mm."

"Love, look at me."

You manage to grab her hand, tugging it slightly to force her to look at you.

"I'm fine, Mira, I'm fine. Sure, it feels like someone played football with my head, but I'm here, I'm talking to you."

Mira remains silent for a few moments, her breathing still too rapid, her heart pounding beneath her skin. But finally, she lets out a long sigh and sits down on the edge of the bed, next to you. Her fingers brush your cheek and then intertwine with yours.

She can't take her eyes off you, as if to make sure you're really there, really alive.

You hear a rustle and the door to the room opens slightly, creaking.

Zoey enters first, her hair messy and still wearing her crew sweatshirt. She looks different—more vulnerable, as if she had been forced to look too closely at what she wasn't ready to lose. Behind her, Rumi tiptoes in. She is wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt and her bare legs are shaking; her hair is not tied back in her usual braid but loose and damp on her shoulders.

"Is she awake?" Zoey asks, turning to Mira. Her voice is little more than a whisper as they both approach the bed.

"Present, more or less."

You smile, raising your hand playfully, and before you can put it down, Zoey screams and jumps on you.

"Zoey! Take it easy."

"It's okay, Mira," you chuckle, hugging the girl in your arms and kissing her shoulders as you hold her close.

"You had us so worried, you were awake intermittently, you almost choked on your vomit, and you couldn't remember anything, not even Celine and-"

"Zo, breathe, it's okay, I'm here now. I'm sorry I scared you."

You feel your shirt starting to get wet and realize that Zoey is crying.

"Don't ever do that again. Google says you could have had a seizure and I searched in the forum that—"

"Zoey, sweetheart, we've already talked about this. When you're scared, you're not allowed to look it up on Google, you know that."

"I know, I know, but..." Zoey's voice trembles, as does her body in your arms, "...but you were there, motionless, and you weren't reacting. You weren't breathing properly, y/n. I didn't know what to do. And I—

Zoey stops abruptly. Her voice cracks and her fingers cling to your arm as if she's afraid you might disappear again. Mira strokes her back with a slow hand, but doesn't speak. There's no need.

Then Rumi approaches. Tiny steps, almost trembling. Her hands clenched around the hem of her shirt, her knuckles white with tension.

"Can... can I come too?" she asks in a whisper.

You don't answer. You just reach out your arm toward her, slowly but surely, and Rumi doesn't hesitate any longer: she joins you and crouches down next to you, between you and Mira, resting her face against your shoulder and hugging you gently. Her fingers touch your skin as if she's afraid of breaking you.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it's my fault, I..."

Her voice trembles, her chin brushing your chest. You hug her tighter, one hand on the back of her neck, a light kiss in her hair.

"Rumi, love, hey... Do we ever apologize when one of us has a nightmare or an anxiety attack? You brought me back. You were brave."

"No... I'm not. I froze. I let them attack you. They used her face and I... I couldn't react."

Mira, who hadn't said anything until then, leans forward and gently takes her chin, forcing her to look her in the eyes.

"Despite everything, you kept fighting, Rumi. That's courage."

Zoey nods, tears still hanging on her eyelashes.

"Exactly. And then you calmed us all down. You sing, Ru. You keep us together. You're our anchor."

Rumi doesn't answer. She just nods, rubbing her nose against your shirt before letting herself go completely. Mira pulls her close, and Zoey hugs you from behind, her arms around your waist. You find yourselves like this: a knot of intertwined bodies on the bed, tired, bruised, still trembling but united. Your heartbeats slowly synchronize. The silence is no longer empty, but filled with your shared breathing.

You close your eyes, just for a second, a twinge in your temple forcing you to do so, and when you open them again, you find Zoey watching you.

"Do you know what scared me the most?" she asks softly, her voice barely vibrating as she looks at you worriedly. You shake your head slowly, your mouth dry, the twinge still throbbing behind your left eye.

Zoey takes a breath, lowers her gaze for a moment, then raises it again.

"That you didn't remember Celine. That... you weren't you anymore. As if something had erased you. As if... we had lost you before we even really lost you."

A heavy silence falls over all of you, like a shroud. Rumi hugs you tighter, and Mira does the same. You swallow.

"Celine raised us," more out of habit than conviction. "She taught us everything. She taught us how to survive, but—"

"Not how to live. Not how to love. Not like this." Mira whispers. The words come out slowly but firmly. "We've moved on. In every way. And now we can stop looking back."

Rumi sniffs, then speaks in a whisper:

"So we can stop being afraid of who we are?"

"Yes, Ru. We can," you murmur. "We are the Huntrix. We are real. It's the four of us."

Zoey smiles through her tears, reaches out and intertwines her hand with yours. Mira does the same with Rumi's. You stay like that for a few minutes, your fingers intertwined like broken rings that finally fit together.

Then Rumi yawns softly, almost shyly.

"I feel... exhausted."

"We're all exhausted," Mira murmurs, pulling her close.

You cuddle up, but not before Rumj checks your pulse and Mira checks her blood pressure.

"I think that's enough."

"You gave us a heart attack, so now you're going to get checked out and you're not complaining. Got it?"

You smile slightly, shaking your head in exasperation. Then you reach over to the redhead and kiss her on the shoulder. Mira stops, her fingers pressed against your wrist, and looks at you. They finish checking you and then lie down beside you.

"I love you," says the redhead, pressing a kiss on your lips.

"I love you more," adds Zoey.

"I love you most of all," murmurs Rumi, already half asleep in your arms.

And in that small, warm room, filled with silence and unspoken words, four hearts beat as one.

Four hunters. Four idols. Four souls.

One Honmoon.

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Nobody Knows

huntrix x female reader — 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐢　𝐳𝐨𝐞𝐲　𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚

summary．eating them out while the other members are around the penthouse 👅 warnings/themes．smut, 18+ mdni, cunnilingus, balcony sex (r), face sitting (z), couch sex (m), semi-public, 4th member!reader words．2.3k

#　RUMI

Rumi's fingertips dig into the metal railing behind her, her knuckles turning white. The other tangles in your hair, tugging it to keep her from tipping backward. Glowing patterns that trace over her body's contours and along her skin gradually fade and reappear.

One leg hooks over your shoulders, drawing you in closer as you lap at the swollen flesh, teasing the sensitive bud before dipping through the soaking folds. She tastes like you remember—sweet and rich—and you're greedy, eager to drink her all in as Rumi's moans fill your ears, echoing off the city lights.

“Ngh...baby—” Rumi whimpers, rolling her hips against the tip of your tongue. “W-what if someone sees us?”

Humming, you look up at her, mumbling, “Let them,” breath fanning over the soft flesh as your hands move to rest on her ass, squeezing. Her eyes meet yours, half-lidded, cheeks flushed, lips parted in heavy pants. The sight sends a low thrum of heat between your legs.

Rumi's teeth sink into her bottom lip, struggling to stay relatively quiet. “You...you're ridiculous.” But despite the words, she spreads her legs further, your tongue swiping up in a long, slow drag before moving to her bundle, swirling in a circular pattern. “Mmmh, god—” The sharp gasp tumbles from her mouth, her grip on the railing loosens as her back arches against the cold metal.

The way she's moaning would've had your knees buckling if you weren't already on them. Smirking, you bring a hand up to press your palm into the top of her toned stomach, pinning her back against the railing, fingers pressing into the flesh of her ass. You run the flat of your tongue through her wetness, gently sucking and nipping at her swollen bud. 

Rumi's thigh trembles against the sides of your face, leg slipping from your shoulders and almost losing her balance. Just barely, you manage to catch it, keeping her steady.

“Doing okay there, baby?” 

The teasing lilt to your voice is met with a weak glare from one golden eye.

A retort is on the tip of her tongue, but it comes out as a breathy gasp when you greedily dig into her dripping folds, tracing every inch it can reach and slurping up any fluids that leak out of her pussy. 

The fingers of her other hand continue to grip your hair as you lavish her with attention. Rumi tries to push you away, only to push her hips forward to ride your mouth, dabbing at the little bud, striking your tongue in alternating directions, and shaking your head back and forth.

Rumi's moans become higher pitched. And it's getting harder to ignore. Though you can't find it in you to care. It's not like you could stop even if you wanted to. Not when you're eating her out like you're dying. 

Which you're not, thank goodness. 

But the way her thigh is clenched around your head has you gasping for air. You pull your mouth back to suck in a quick breath.

A shaky whimper escapes her as you leave her pussy all on its own, and Rumi doesn't give you a moment to recover. She yanks you back by the hair, gasping an “D-don't stop— baby, please—” as your tongue dives back inside.

That sounds like a promise you're more than willing to keep.

So, you continue as you were, swirling around before dipping in and out. The ache in your jaw is ignored as you bury your face against her, eating her out as best you can. The only thing you're breathing in is the scent of her slick.

“Baby, baby, please, I'm— I'm gonna— ah—!”

Rumi lets go of her grip on the back of your head to cover her mouth in a vain attempt to muffle the sudden cry that escapes as she comes all over your tongue. Lapping it up, you slowly bring her through her orgasm, not wanting a single drop to go to waste until she starts to squirm from the sensitivity.

Her hand falls away from her mouth. Chest heaving with the effort to catch the breath that she lost.

You kiss her inner thighs before standing up, wiping her juices and saliva off of your chin with the back of your hand.

Before you can ask if she's okay, she suddenly grabs your face in her hands, then smashes her mouth against yours. Her tongue slides in, moaning at the taste of herself on you. Wrapping your arms around her, Rumi slowly pushes you back until your back hits the glass door.

There's a sharp, sudden edge of teeth as she bites your lip, tugging on it before letting it go and moving down to your neck. Hands grabbing wherever they can touch, feeling her claws against your skin.

“Rumi...” 

“Bed,” she practically growls. “Bed. Please.”

#　ZOEY

“Mmmh—” Zoey bites her lip as she lowers her pussy down onto your face, nose rubbing against the tuft of raven hair between her legs as she grinds her heat against your mouth. She's dripping so much that you can feel it trailing down the curve of your chin. “F-feel good, but— hnn— not enough. I need more, honey.”

Her thighs flex and quiver as your tongue flattens, licking at her slick, swollen cunt, tasting the sweetness that always seems to spill out. She tastes amazing as you do your best to try and satisfy her with just your mouth—and god, does she show her appreciation. Moaning and gasping and tugging on your hair.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Zoey moans out. “You do it so well— fuck, such a good, good girl.”

She then grabs your hands from her hips, placing them on her breast. One hand covers yours, encouraging you to squeeze and play with the soft flesh and roll at the perked-up nipple.

“Keep your hands busy, baby,” Zoey pants, rocking her hips onto your face, using it and your tongue to get off.

The words you can get out are muffled by her slit, so you use your hands to communicate. Kneading and fondling the flesh in your palm, then pinching at the hardened bud.

The ravenette's head tilts back, breaths coming in ragged gasps while you continue to eat her out, licking at her dripping folds and flicking your tongue over her clit. Each roll of her hips has you moaning into her, the sound going straight to her core as Zoey begins to move faster against your mouth.

Though the low hum of voices and laughter just outside has you worried.

As if reading your mind, her hand finds the back of your head and forces you closer. “Focus on me.”

And despite the risks, the fear of getting caught, you do just that. Focusing wholly on Zoey. Moving your arms, firmly wrapping them around her thighs, and holding her down. Tongue moving faster, circling and sucking the tiny, throbbing bud into your mouth.

The need to bring Zoey to the edge makes you careless, the only thing on your mind being focused on giving the ravenette the satisfaction and pleasure she deserves. 

Ignoring the sounds of the girls' conversation and laughter drifting from the living room, you give it your all. Licking her over and over at a rapid pace, dragging back and forth along her drooling pussy, matching the rhythm of her hips.

Zoey's grip tightens in your hair, pulling at it as she throws her head back, thighs trembling around your head. One of your hands trails down, thumb playing underneath the hood of her clit as she keeps fucking your face.

“Ah, please, fuck, fu— ah— honey, I'm gonna—” Her breath hitches, hips stuttering. “Fuuucckkk—!” Zoey cries out, grinding frantically against your tongue as she comes so hard she sees stars, squirting small bursts of clear fluid over your mouth.

You lick up every drop that's given to you, cleaning up her essence as she braces herself on the headboard, tongue working to draw out her orgasm until her body sags and she's gasping for air. 

Breathing heavily, Zoey slowly lifts off your face, then looks down on your lips, coated in her slick, glistening on your chin in the lamplight.

Her lips curl into a smile, thumb tracing your lower lip, smearing the mess she had made before collapsing down beside you and pulling you with her. Arms and legs tangled together, you lie on top of her, calming your racing heart.

“Wow...” you murmur. “I can't believe we did that with them just outside the door.”

Zoey combs her fingers through your hair, head tilting sideways as she presses a few kisses along the top of your head. “Well, they're still out there, so I guess we'll have to be quiet then?”

You snort. “You're the loudest one between us, babe, not me.”

You pull back just a bit to look at her, then let out a surprised noise when she suddenly rolls the two of you over, pinning you down.

“Hey!” You huff. “We need to be quiet, remember?”

“So shush.”

“But—” you try to protest but are quickly cut short as Zoey starts to crawl down your body, settling between your spread thighs. “...okay...quiet it is…”

#　MIRA

“It's...it's been ah— while.” 

Mira manages to keep her voice down, breath hitching when you circle your tongue over her clit. Moaning softly and gripping the couch cushions with one hand, she reaches down with the other to run her fingers through your hair and push you into her. 

“Mmmh, so good, my love— ah— eager to please me, aren't you?”

As always.

You nod slightly—as much as you can at this angle—nose buried in the rosy hair decorating her pussy. Keeping her legs spread open with your hands, you continue to feast on her flesh, flicking the tip of your tongue in little figure eights on her entrance to the tune of her soft moans and gasps. Gathering the sweet, musky taste before moving to the swollen bud once again.

Her chest rises and falls as her breathing gets heavier, one leg hooked over your shoulders and one foot resting on the couch. 

Biting her lip, the model bucks her hip against your face. “Fuck...” Mira groans, clenching and fluttering with each pass of your tongue. “You...hah...you're always so good at this, baby,” she says affectionately, stroking your head like she would to a cat. “You love me that much?”

Nodding eagerly, you pull away just enough to respond with a raspy, “I love you a lot,” and immediately dive back in. Lapping at her in long strides from her entrance, her taste coats the inside of your tongue, then back up to her sensitive little nub as your grip on her thighs tightens to hold them in place. 

Mira opens her mouth, but whatever she wants to say is cut off when a surprised gasp escapes her as you switch up and start licking her with little kitten licks. She whines at the sudden change of pace, hips canting forward, eyes fluttering shut as the sound of your tongue slurping fills the room, mixing in with her moans. 

And as cute as those sounds look on that pretty face of hers, she's got to keep a bit quiet since Rumi and Zoey are already sleeping. 

The urge to tease her is too hard to resist—you love having her like this: desperate and needy. Mira loves being dominant, and most of the time, you're all too happy to let her, but there's nothing that turns you on as much as Mira begging for you.

Still, since the others are already asleep, you're being nice, and you don't want to wake them up, so you focus on giving her your best effort instead.

One hand shifts from her thighs to slide up her llama pajama dress, and you press the heel of your palm on her quivering stomach to hold it as you close your lips over the flush nub of her clit, sucking on it hungrily. 

“Mmnph—” A moan gets caught in her throat as you keep fucking her pussy with your tongue. The leg on your shoulder tightens, back arching off the couch. “Oh, fuck—” Mira sucks in a sharp breath, hips rocking in time with your movements, her hand tugging your hair harder.

Her legs twitch and tremble. Then, without a warning, Mira presses her thighs together, squeezing your face in between as she comes with a silent scream, eyes rolling back. 

With the thighs you've grown to love so much trapping your head, you don't move until Mira relaxes and goes boneless on the couch before you pull back, lips glistening, strands of her juices dripping down your chin and staining the couch.

Mira props herself up with one arm behind her, trying to bring herself back to Earth. Finally, she looks down on you, and as soon as she notices your messy chin and mouth, her tongue pokes out to lick along her bottom lip, eyes locked on yours as she does so. Her hand moves to your chin, wiping off some of her slick and pressing the fluid against your lips. 

And in a demanding tone, Mira orders, “Suck. Lick it off. Show me how much you love the taste, hm?”

No command to resist.

Eagerly, you stick out your tongue to lick her fingers clean, the salty taste on your tongue, and you can see the excitement in her gaze as her breathing continues to even. A light squeeze to your chin, she pulls away her hand and motions for you to come up to her.

You push yourself up and onto her lap, straddling her, arms automatically wrapping around her neck.

She runs her hands down your back. “Don't worry about the couch. I'll clean it in the morning. Let's go to bed.” Mira kisses your neck then whispers, “You deserve a reward for being such a good girl for me.”

[vigolicious]

helaena targaryen x sister! Targaryen g!p reader

Reader pov:

I was in my room in kingslanding masturbating, why didnt i go to the whore house? I was not in the mood to be fucking a whore while everyone is outside fucking as well, i just want a quiet place to pleasure myself. I am wearing a sleeping tunic and pants of the same quality as the top so its covering a little of my feet and hands, my cock is huge and girthy as well thats why im proud that i got the biggest out of all my brothers and even father.

I was just pleasuring myself while thinking about a whore's pussy wrapping my cock when someone is knocking my door and coming in, i didnt have the time to cover myself, just staring wide-eyed at helaena my little sister, who was staring at my cock being wrapped by my hand. "Helaena its not what it looks like" while covering my self with a duvet, helaena closed the door, afraid someone might see us, it was after dinner time, while everyone has guards outside their door, i unfortunately have none because my father and brother aegon got them all, with my father being the king, and aegon being the heir, they got a little overboard with protecting them selves and forgot about giving me some which is fine for my part because my room is secluded and in the other side of the building in the red keep, by the way i chose that to happen.

Helaena is just staring at me and my crotch that is covered with a duvet and walked closer to me and sitted at the side of the bed, "is it painful?" She questioned, "what?" "Is it painful? Your uhmmm" and then she pointed at my crotch, "uhhh yes it is painful, i just want pain to go away thats all" i just went with what she is saying because she is still young to know about this type of stuff.

"Can i see it?" She asked and my cock twitched and leaking with my precum, "what? No helaena im fine" "please sister youre in pain" she pleaded and i had no choice but to comply and removed the duvet, she gasped because my cock is so red and the veins prominent, its like its angry, but to her its looks painful, "gods why didnt you call for help? She questioned, "no helaena this is something that a maestar should not be healing" "but why?" "Because its my responsibility to heal it" i said, "then let me help sister" "no"

"please let me help sister, i cant help seeing you in such pain" she pleaded, "ok fine, helaena" i finally accept, then she wrapped her hand in my cock, i jumped, her hand is cold, "sister!? Are you alright?" "Im fine helaena" "then what can i do sister?" She questioned while staring at her hand holding my cock, her hand can barely wrap around my cock.

"Just motion your hand up and down" and  then she obeyed, her hands are so soft i cant help but to curse, "7 hells" staring at her hand then looking at her, " you can wrap your other hand too" she followed what i said, i moaned, "dont worry sister, i will make the pain go away" "please helaena" i pleaded to her, but then i got a plan, "helaena is not working" "then what should we do sister?" "Wrap your mouth around my cock" "why use my mouth?" "Please helaena, it hurts like 7 hells" i lied, "o-ok sister" then she put her face closer to my cock, almost covering her face, my cock twitched at the sight, and leaked with precum, the precum then leaked in her lips and she licked it, "what is this sister?" Then swiped the precum off the tip, then played with it, "thats called a precum sister, it is coming out because of the pain, please hurry helaena," but she hesitated then kitten licked the head, i moaned, then she put my cock inside her mouth, "shit" i put my hand at her hair and carresed it. But she spitted my cock out, then while looking at me she put my cock inside her mouth again, my cock twitched then leaked more precum, " lick the head, helaena" she followed and licked my head, i moaned, "then motion your head up and down" she obeyed, fuck it was so good, she was clumsy but i will teach her how to pleasure me, i carresed her hair then pushed her head down further my cock, she was choking but its all part of her lesson, then i guide her head to pleasure my cock.

Then i pushed her head further down my cock again, she choked then tapped her hand on my thigh, i let go her head, and she unwrapped her mouth off my cock her saliva connecting to my cock, i held my cock and tapped on her lips a couple of times then i held her head then resumed her pleasuring me, her choking on my cock is the only sound in my room and i fucking loved it, then i grabbed her other hand that is resting in my thigh put it in my cock base to wrap it then motion it up and down, she obeyed. Then i made her head stay still then i fucked her mouth, in a medium pace, for 5 minutes, then i stopped fucking her mouth, i want to claim her now, "helaena its not working" my cock looks like its bursting any moment now, "what do we do sister" she said breathless and then wiped her mouth with her handkerchief. "The only solution now is to fuck someone" i said, "then let me call a maid" "wait i dont want everyone to know helaena." "Then what so we do?" "Let me fuck you helaena" "what!? Sister no" "why cant you help me?" "Because im betrothed to aegon sister" "no one has to know" she hesitated, "please helaena it hurts so bad, my cock is about to burst" "ok sister" she accepts" "thank you helaena" i was relieved but inside i was smirking, now im gonna claim helaena in my chambers, "then let me remove your dress sweetling", she paused because its been so long since i had called her that nickname.

Then i stood up my cock standing proud then walked behind her to untie the dress lace, when the dress is removed, i also removed her undergarments, then i kiss her neck, back, then check. Then i let her lay down in my bed, i removed my sleeping tunic and pants infront of her then i spread her legs, she resisted a little but with a kiss to her thigh she opened. Then i placed myself between her thighs then i kissed her forehead, both her eyelids, chin and then her lips, we kissed then i put my tongue in her mouth, now were kissing with tounge while i grind my cock at her pussy to make it wet, i teased her clit with my cockhead, then we stopped kissing, i groped her breast then licked and sucked them for a minute, then i kissed downwards and licked her clit, she moaned, "sister do that again its so good."

Then i spread her pink pussy, then spitted on it then tounge fuck her for a minute, she was about to cum but i stopped. I stood up then pressed my cock to her pussy, then pushed, she moaned, i pushed the tip inside then thrust slowly, just fucking her with my tip, then slowly pushed an inch inside, then another, and another, and finally my whole is inside her pussy, her maiden blood coating my cock and the sheets, i let her adjust to my size, then i fucked her slowly at first then i pistoned away, "AHH, AH, AH, SISTER S-SLOW DOWN?!" She said while her arms are around my neck, i kissed her and her neck while teasing her clit with my thumb. I was fucking for about 3 minutes, "s-sister, please stop i-i think im peeing" i didnt stop just continued to fuck her, to make her pussy remember my cock, and when aegon beds her, he will never pleasure her with his little boy of a cock, the bed rocks along with my thrust and then she cummed, while i continued to thrust away not making rest, i need put my seed in her fertile womb, i need to claim her, "s-ister, stop it hurts", "wait sweetling, i need to cum" for about 10 minutes using her pussy for my pleasure, and her cumming multiple times, we came together, me inside her, while she is creaming around my cock.

We were panting, only our breathing can be heard in my chambers, i kissed her gently in her forehead, and her lips, i turned us around with her being on top of me while not pulling out my cock, i dont want to waste my seed, then we fell asleep.

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Ancient Roman Names

Feminine

Aeliana / Paulina / Galla / Aelia

Albana / Luciana / Aquilina / Drusilla

Decima / Varinia / Aemiliana / Laelia

Germana / Iovita / Tacita / Iunia

Sabina / Liviana / Faustina / Valentina

Drusa / Marcia / Junia / Valeria

Maximina / Lucilia / Paula / Cornelia

Cloelia / Caesonia / Augustina / Domitia

Fabricia / Agrippa / Fabiola / Fulvia

Silvina / Pomponia / Ovidia / Blandina

Aurelia / Fausta / Quinta / Pompeia

Balbina / Nona / Longina / Herminia

Hilaria / Valeriana / Hortensia / Antonina

Priscilla / Aquila / Severina / Hadriana

Vita / Prisca / Saturnina / Agrippina

Tullia / Flavia / Secunda / Antonia

Domitilla / Laurentia / Hortensia / Cassia

Iuliana / Caecilia / Iulia / Rufina

Flaminia / Livia / Fabiana / Porcia

Camilla / Marina / Tertia / Helvia

Virginia / Martina / Alba / Marcella

Fabia / Vibiana / Petronia / Tatiana

Albina / Floriana / Quintina / Flaviana

Marciana / Titiana / Juliana / Aemilia

Caelina / Laurentina / Lucia / Octavia

Lucilla / Domitilla / Lucilla / Flavia

Ovidia / Hilaria / Fausta / Tertia

Masculine

Caius / Aelianus / Ovidius / Gratianus

Severinus / Aelius / Iuventinus / Postumus

Gaios / Albinus / Calvus / Caracalla

Caesar / Cornelius / Naevius / Domitianus

Flavius / Ursus / Valens / Valerius

Herminius / Varinius / Vespasianus / Horatius

Vergilius / Iulianus / Gordianus / Iuvenalis

Valentinus / Calpurnius / Manius / Decimus

Cato / Maximus / Nonus / Porcius

Camillus / Vitus / Celcus / Manlius

Silvanus / Rufus / Vibius / Agrippa

Sallustius / Verginius / Festus / Avitus

Flaminius / Martialis / Laurentius / Varius

Pertinax / Faustus / Aemilius / Marcus

Tertius / Marinus / Blandinus / Loukianos

Livius / Julius / Egnatius / Cicero

Vitellius / Pontius / Servius / Appius

Rusticus / Terentius / Sergius / Octavius

Cyprianus / Paulinus / Caelinus / Hortensius

Quintinus / Tatianus / Tullus / Aquila

Gallus / Caelius / Lucretius / Valerianus

Augustinus / Scaevola / Januarius / Nerva

Otho / Marius / Juventinus / Valentinianus

Lupus / Septimus / Thracius / Florus

Sabinus / Markos / Quintius / Laurentinus

Titus / Crispinus / Domitius / Tiberius

Caesonius / Scipio / Cassius / Quinctilius

Saturninus / Rufinus / Crispus / Hilarius

Spurius / Brutus / Maxmilianus / Pompeius

Salvius / Maxentius / Augustus / Lucianus

Avilius / Marcianus / Aurelius / Marianus

Vinicius / Silvinius / Commodus / Lucius

Septimus / Albus / Cassian / Tatius

Atilius / Nero / Aetius / Martinus

Livianus / Antonius / Severus / Florianus

Regulus / Gaius / Romilius / Junius

Petronius / Octavianus / Fabius / Drusus

Claudius / Fabianus / Antonius / Fabricus

Aulus / Marcius / Caeso / Lucilius

Varius / Maximinus / Vinicius / Aquilinus

Lucilius / Sallustius / Juventinus / Tullius

Florus / Sabinus / Fabianus / Quintinus

Fulvius / Sextus / Quintillus / Iunius

Vitellius / Horatius / Syrus / Caelinus

Severianus / Cassianus / Avitus / Manlius

Silvinus / Septimus / Duilius / Atilius

Ianuarius / Lepidus / Quinctius / Germanicus

Hadrianus / Traianus / Balbus / Plinius

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Venom and Crown

Emperor Caracalla x Reader

Summary: The odd Empress, raised among snakes and gifted with a nose for poison.

The corridors of the palace always seemed too warm, the air thick with oil lamps and the smell of roasted meats drifting in from the kitchens. 

You walked at Caracalla’s side, your hand brushing the sleeve of his toga. His soldiers kept their distance, their eyes followed you with the same unease as the rest of the court.

“You are sniffing again,” Caracalla muttered, lips twisting into a smirk. “Every corridor, every dish, every goblet. My Empress with the nose of a hound.”

“It is better to sniff than to choke on poison.”

He laughed loudly, his voice carrying down the hall. 

“One day, you will accuse the air itself of being laced with venom.” He leaned closer so that only you could hear. “And yet… You are always right.”

He teased, but you could tell he believed you. 

He might call you strange, odd, a witch, but he had learned to trust your gift after the first chalice you had pushed away from him, the one that left a slave writhing on the floor moments later. 

Since then, Caracalla had watched you closely, both amused and unnerved by the way you would pause before drinking, lifting the rim of your cup to your nose like a sommelier of death.

That night, the banquet glittered with music and laughter, courtiers filling the marble hall. 

Platters of meat and fruit arrived in procession, borne by servants whose hands shook as they set them down before the Emperor and his wife.

Caracalla lounged on his couch, sharp-eyed, hyper as always, his fingers toying with the dagger at his side. 

You, by contrast, sat upright, every sense alert. The moment the dishes were laid down, something pricked your nose, a sour, acrid undertone under the honeyed glaze of roasted lamb.

Your breath caught. You leaned forward, sniffing again, ignoring the murmur of the guests.

Caracalla saw you stiffen and grinned. 

“There she is, my bloodhound bride,” he said loudly, his tone mocking, though his eyes sharpened. “What is it now? The wine? The bread? Or perhaps the very air, poisoned against us?”

The laughter that followed from the guests was brittle, nervous. 

They were used to his cruelty, but their gazes slid uneasily to you.

“Do not touch your plate,” you said firmly, your hand clamping down on his wrist before he could lift his knife.

The room froze. Even Caracalla stilled, his head cocked like a predator scenting prey. 

“Why?”

“Because it is poisoned.”

The silence that followed was so heavy it seemed to choke the torches. The courtiers exchanged glances, whispers starting up like rustling leaves.

Caracalla’s lip curled. “Prove it.”

You rose to your feet, skirts sweeping across the marble. 

The chef who had prepared the meal stood among the servants, his face changed to the colour of ash. You took the plate from the table and shoved it at him.

“Eat it.”

The man stammered, eyes wild. “Majesty, please-”

“Eat,” you repeated, your voice low and merciless.

Caracalla leaned back, watching with amusement. 

His soldiers did not move. The chef trembled, then obeyed. 

He chewed, swallowed, and within moments, his body convulsed. He started to shake, blood bursting from his nose, then from his eyes and mouth. 

He collapsed with a scream, thrashing until his body stilled, his blood staining the polished floor.

A chorus of gasps and cries filled the hall. 

Yet Caracalla only laughed, a harsh, delighted sound that silenced the chamber.

“My Empress,” he said, rising from his couch. His boots splashed through the spreading pool of blood as he approached you. “Strange little witch. You just saved my life again.”

He stopped inches from you, close enough that you could smell the iron tang of blood and the faint scorch of his skin when his temper rose. He cupped your cheek with one hand, thumb smearing a fleck of crimson that had spattered your face. “You frighten them,” he murmured, voice low, meant only for you. “But you do not frighten me. You keep me alive.”

“And you, make me love you, against all sense.”

His eyes softened, just for a moment, though his grip on your face was fierce. Then, in front of the court, he kissed you, hard and determined. The guests turned their eyes away, horrified, but none dared speak.

That night, in the privacy of your chambers, he held you as though you were the only soul he trusted.

“They whisper about you,” he said against your hair. “They say you are unnatural, that you are cursed. I say you are mine.” His voice grew darker, more possessive. “Let them fear you. Let them fear us both. You are my shield and my venom, and I would burn the world before I let them take you from me.”

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. “And I would drink poison itself if it meant keeping you safe.”

His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you into another kiss, slow this time, lingering. 

For once, the Emperor’s restlessness eased. For once, his violence found a place to rest.

The court feared you, whispered about you, but that night, Caracalla did not care. 

His odd Empress had saved him once again, and with every taste of your strange, dangerous devotion, his love only deepened.

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[tinylilacbun]

Hi!! I accidentally send a not finished request, sorry :(( can I please request sister!reader where she gets like reeeeeally really injured, protecting Lo’ak and Neteyam?

Big Sibling Duties

Pairing: neteyam and lo’ak x sister!reader, sully family x sully!reader

Warnings: angst, reader gets injured by an Thanathor, hurt/comfort, family fluff at the end

A/N: my first avatar fic, bare with my knowledge. And yes, I named readers Ikran the same way I named mine in frontiers of pandora 😗

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Being the oldest sibling brings a lot of responsibilities with it, you really don’t have much of a choice in that matter but still, you would do anything to protect your siblings and be there for them if they need you.

So, as you see Neteyam and Lo'ak sneak off towards their Ikrans with their bows in hand, you groan in frustration, quickly grabbing your own before calling for your Ikran, Telisi.

She gracefully lands a few feet away and you quickly mount her, patting the side of her neck as you grab your kuru to connect it with the Ikran, urging her to take off.

Since it isn’t the first time they decide to hunt on their own despite knowing they’re not allowed to go alone without either of your parents or an experienced hunter, but that doesn’t stop them unfortunately.

You know for sure, that this must have been Lo'ak his idea and Neteyam just tags along to make sure he’s not doing anything too reckless, and now, you follow them to assure they don’t get themselves killed.

You soar through the sky, keeping a good distance from your brothers but are still close enough to not lose track of them, slowing down as you see them landing on a tree trench and dismount their Ikrans.

You do the same, caressing Telisi's head as you look around, already sensing that something is about to take an absolute turn, starting to trek silently after your brothers and see them aiming for a small group of hexapedes.

A faint smile grazes your lips as Neteyam manages to shoot one with perfect precision while Lo'ak is nocking an arrow and is about to aim your ears twitch at the sound of an animal roar, your eyes widening as you see a Thanathor advancing towards them.

"Neteyam! Lo'ak!" You shout as you sprint in their direction, nocking an arrow to take your first aim at the vicious creature. "Run!"

You shot it into one of its legs to buy you some time as it falls over from the force of your arrow, quickly reaching your brothers and motion them to follow you towards a spot where your Ikrans have more access to reach you three.

"Come on, hurry!" You grit out, glancing behind you to the Thanathor already back on its feet. "If we survive this, I’m going to kill you skxawngs."

As you reach a big enough clearing you quickly call for your Ikrans, your heart racing as you see the predator already closing in you and your brothers.

Neteyam and Lo'ak jump onto their Ikrans first and as you are about to do so as well the Thanathor lashes out with its injured leg, its claws cutting into your side and a part of your back, knocking you to the ground as yelp in pain.

Your brothers yell out for you and as you think this might be it, Telisi attacks the creature from the side with a screech to protect her rider.

You breathe shakily, clutching your side when you feel two hands grab your arms, being lifted from the ground and carried up into the sky, looking up to see Neteyam and Lo'ak flying side by side as each of them hold tightly one of your arms until Neteyam manages to pull you up behind him.

A groan leaves your lips as you lean against him, clutching your side again. "Could- shit, could’ve been worse…" You chuckle with a wince.

"You’re gonna be okay, sis." Neteyam says and you’re not sure if he’s reassuring you, Lo'ak, or himself at the moment but nod against him anyway, trying to steady your breathing.

Soon enough they reach the high camp again, calling out for your parents as they land. "Dad! It’s Y/N!"

"What the hell happened?" Jake demands, instantly rushing over to your side, lifting you into his arms as you groan, your face scrunching up in pain. "I got you, baby girl. You’re gonna fine."

"D-Dad, I’m sorry I-" You choke out, trying to explain that you just wanted to protect your siblings.

"Don’t talk. Just breathe, yeah?" He cuts you off, carrying you into the family’s hut and sends Kiri off to get Mo'at as he lays you down.

Neytiri suddenly kneels down beside you, cradling your face in her hands. "Oh, my sweet child, no…"

You cough, trying to give her a assuring smile. "I'm- I’m fine, mom."

"Do not lie now." She almost hisses as she continues to stroke your cheek softly. "But you will be."

As soon as Mo'at enters, they all step back so she can assess your injuries, while Jake drags Neteyam and Lo'ak outside for an explanation and as they do so his face hardens even more.

"You could’ve gotten yourself killed!" He snaps at them and they lower their heads in shame, realizing that this could’ve ended in the worst way possible. "Your sister got hurt because of your recklessness and is now injured. Do you understand?"

Neteyam nods. "I’m sorry, sir. I wanted to-"

"It’s all my fault." Lo'ak speaks up. "I wanted to go hunting and Neteyam tried to talk me out of it. Y/N must have seen that and…" He says, taking all the blame because if he just listened to his brother this all wouldn’t have happened in the first place.

Jake nods, his jaw setting. "No flying for a month, both of you. You better pray that it’s nothing too serious." He warns, sending them both of to take care of their Ikrans and yours that just arrived back with some scratches.

Mo'at hums, her hands rubbing a salve into your wounds as you wince out loud, trying to twist your body away but she hisses in warning. "Lay still, child. It must be done."

"I told you to use yalna bark." Kiri comments as she fixes up some soup. "It stings less."

Your grandmother gives her a side glance and you have to suppress a cackle, knowing that even this would hurt like hell.

Tuk has you head laying in her lap as she fiddles with some of your braids, adding a few beads to them. "You are so brave, Y/N. Like mama."

You smile up at her. "Thank you, Tuk."

A while later, you’re on strict bed-arrest, laying on your mat as Neteyam and Lo'ak trudge inside, both of them crouching down on each side of you, looking guilty.

"Let me guess, no flying?" You ask with a smirk. "Should have thought of that before sneaking off."

"I’m sorry, sis…" Lo'ak mutters and you reach out to grab his hand. "It’s-"

"It’s okay now. You’re both safe, that’s what matters, not the why or how. I’m gonna be fine. Takes more than this to take me out." You chuckle, scrunching your nose at the pain that shoots through your side at the movement. "You can laugh, you know."

To your amusement, they do let out a chuckle, Neteyam patting your knee as Lo'ak squeezes your hand.

"Telisi is fine as well, just some minor scratches." Neteyam reassures you and you sigh in relief, feeling proud of your fierce girl.

"You better gave her a nice treat for that performance." You say with mock seriousness.

With that, the day finally comes to an end. Nobody died or got captured, just a few injuries but those are to be expected with your chaotic siblings who will always have your back even when they least expect it.

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SOUTHBOUND ˎˊ "Come on, violate me, I want you to violate me"

Sorority! Dani x Loser! g!p reader x Sorority! Megan

Warnings: cuckold, p in v, degradation, oral, 69, masturbation, tummy bulge, squirting, tit sucking, absolutely freaky sex, hyperspermia, praise kink, daddy kink, spit play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, dirty talk (don't be silly, wrap that willy!)

Authors note: mhmmhmmhdksm fem dom! Dani that loves to boss loser! reader around but still calls them daddy like jforkdkw and then Megan watching.....jdeoskka gosh

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Megan Skiendel was just chilling in her room in the sorority house thinking she was alone since all the other girls were presumably gone for the holidays.

She was wrong.

She sat up from her bed, hearing the door swung open and then slammed closed, footsteps heavy on the staircase, and another sound of a door being swung open.

Megan braced herself, she stood up and grabbed the lint roller by her drawer for protection and slowly tiptoed her way to the growing thumping noise and echoes of people talking.

She grew tense, stepping quietly as she could until she heard a moan— she halted. She dropped her lint roller to the ground and walked towards the wide open door at the end of the hall.

Her face slowly turning red, her arousal growing as she could hear pants, kissing, and rustling echoing throughout the empty hallway.

"Shit— oh, Y/n— God, you feel so good, baby"

Megan's jaw dropped.

It was Daniela moaning your name.

YOUR NAME.

She could recall that yesterday you were being insulted by Daniela because of your stupid minecraft shirt and now here she is moaning your name?!

"Fuck— yes, baby— love your big, thick, loser cock— fill me up, you fucking nerd" then she heard a crisp slap.

Megan dares to move another step forward, catching a glance of Daniela riding you wildly, her ass slamming on your thighs, leaning forward and also gripping your head to catch your lips into a heated kiss.

She watches how Daniela's breasts are pressed against yours. How your cock slips in and out of Daniela's pussy. How the two of you fuck like bunnies.

She could feel herself getting wet as Daniela devours you with her mouth— her tongue licking your face, then travelling to your neck to leave hickeys.

"You feel s'good— s'tight, Dani— fuck" your words slurring, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling Daniela's walls pulsating around your throbbing cock. "I'm gonna cum, baby"

In such a short time, Megan could already feel how drenched she was and it didn't help hearing Daniela cackle and ride your cock unbelievably faster.

"Already? You're so easy, Y/n— dios mio— is my pussy too much to handle for you, daddy?" Daniela reels seeing your face crumple to pleasure.

"Please— let me cum, Dani— please" you whimper, your hips buckling, thrusting up to Daniela's cunt and she moans, her head thrown back.

Daniela growls, pulling you to sit up, she pushes your head to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around you, "Cum now and you'll never fuck me raw again. Now, suck my tits"

Megan whined hearing your whimper, her hand travels down to her center, rubbing her clit through the layers of fabric, trying not to moan.

"Your cock is so big— gosh— should have fucked you the moment I saw your cock bulging through your pants that day during presentation" Daniela pants, her fingers threading to your hair, cooing as you obediently suck her breasts. "I'm so sorry you had to wait a little longer to fuck this pussy, daddy"

You whined yet again, rutting your hips, you pulled away from Daniela's breasts, spit dribbling on your chin, feeling the heat in your stomach too hot to bear. "Dani— Dani, please let me cum— let me cum, please, baby"

"So messy, daddy— all f'me?" Daniela bites her lip, as she grinds on your cock, her arms wrapped around your shoulder, looking deeply at your hazy eyes, giggling seeing you nod like a kicked puppy.

"Yes— yes— all f'you, Dani, please" you cried, your cock straining, you grope her ass till it turns red, matching your thrusts to her animalistic riding pace.

Daniela spits at your open mouth, her hand grabbing your chin open, smiling when she sees you swallow her spit. "You're so good for me, daddy. Let go— cum f'me"

You groan, filling your cock inside Daniela's sex to the brim— your mouth opens to a silent moan as you fill her spurt by spurt, your orgasm never stopping as Daniela milks your cock.

It doesn't help that Daniela didn't stop riding you, laughing at your limped state, she jumps on your cock, her mind growing numb as she feels you fill her up with your sperm, and she follows, squirting jets and jets of her liquid, splashing your cock and your stomach, and ultimately soaking the bed. "Fucking shit— oh— you always fill me up so— fucking— good"

Megan's eyes roll to the back of her head, her own orgasm happening, staining her denim shorts and the carpeted floor.

She exhales, hastily removing her shorts and underwear before inserting her fingers inside her pussy again. Her other hand tending to her plump tits begging for attention.

Her eyes trail to your cock slowly slipping out of Daniela's cunt. She gasps seeing your size— you are so fucking big.

"God— let me suck that cock, daddy"

She watches Daniela go to a prone bone position in between your legs, she notices how Daniela's hand barely covers your cock, and how her mouth stretches to its absolute limit.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head, her hand that was playing with her tits is now in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around her fingers, she imagined it was your cock inside her mouth— pulsing, throbbing, leaking.

"You taste s'good— I love your pathetic cock, daddy" Daniela spits on your cock, her hands stroking it before she sucks on it again, her head bobbing up and down, greedily choking and gagging on your dick.

"Oh— Daniela— oh, baby" you moan, gripping her hair, you thrust upwards to her throat, gasping as you feel your tip hit the back of her throat.

Daniela pulls away from your cock, coughing, she sits up and pushes you on the bed. She straddles your head, facing your cock, then lowers her pussy on your awaiting mouth.

Megan couldn't bear it, she thrusts her fingers faster in her cunt, her juices splashing on the stained carpet floor, her legs wide open— she wants to be fucked by you too.

"Yes! Work that tongue— fuuuck— God, I love that mouth" Daniela moaned through her mouth full of your dick.

You spit at her pussy and then licking it, lapping all the way to her puckering hole, your spit on it too, then you probe it with your tongue before Daniela smears your face with her pussy again.

"I love it when you eat my ass, daddy but fuck— I need it in my pussy"

Megan cries— she would be grateful if you ate her out, ass or pussy.

"Fuck— fuck— wait a minute baby, need your cock again" Daniela rolls over, her hands spreading her legs wide open for you. "Fuck my pussy, bitch"

You nozzle your head between her breasts, slamming your cock inside her greedy cunt, you grips her thighs as you fuck your cock into her.

"Thank me— thank me for letting you fuck my pussy, daddy" Daniela pants, wrapping her arms around you like a vice as she clenches around your cock.

"Thank you— thank you so much Daniela— I love your pussy so much" you moan, pounding her cunt harder.

Oh what Megan would give for you to pound her cunt too— but she's stuck in front of your open door, touching herself.

"Harder— harder, daddy— yes! Puta— oh"

Daniela's hips thrusts upwards, greedily swallowing your cock inside her. "God— you're s'big, baby— can't believe you fit inside me"

Daniela grabs your hands and places it on her bulging stomach, "see that? That's you— ngh— you fill me up s'well baby. You're gonna give me more cum, right?"

You nod in her neck, ramping up the pace in your thrusts, feeling your stomach burn both in soreness and in heat.

"Yes! Yes, baby— my good girl" Daniela drools, her eyes roll to the back of her head as she feels your cock penetrating her cervix. "You fuck me s'well, daddy"

Her arms wrap around you affectionately as she whispers dirty things to your ear. "Cum, baby— give it all to me— I'll be your cum dump, amor"

You gaps, cumming inside her cunt but never stopping your thrusts— too focused on making her cum.

"FUCK! YES! THAT'S IT— FILL ME UP" Daniela screams, thrashing on the bed she squirts.

Megan squirts too, her juice spilling all the way to the entrance of Daniela's room.

"Oh— oh— don't stop! Don't stop, daddy" Daniela's moans turn animalistic, laughing as you slam your cock inside her. "Yes, baby! Oh— God— I love that loser cock"

"Daniela— shit"

"Mmmhm— God, your voice is so hot"

Megan could moan your name like that too.

"I love you— I love you so much, Daniela Avanzini" you pant, your tongue finding hers, never stopping your abuse on her used pussy.

"I love you too, nerd" Daniela drools, her mind turning into a mush, her orgasm nonstop and so is yours. She's basically purring as you fill her up with more of your cum. "God— you're gonna get me so pregnant, baby"

You moan, burying your cock inside her cunt to the brim. "Fuck, baby— I'd suck your tits all day"

Megan could only do nothing but whimper— she could be your cum dump too. Make you fill her up with your cum, let you suck her tits dry, let you fuck her pussy with a probing belly.

"Cock s'good— God— this cock was made for my pussy, daddy" Daniela slurs, pulling your mouth on hers, exchanging saliva, the two of you looking like you're eating each other's faces.

"Fuck yeah it is" you spit on her mouth and the suck her tongue, you now slowly thrust your hips, angling your cock to her most sensitive spots.

"Ngh— God— could do this forever" she explores your mouth like a madman, scraping every single saliva inside your mouth— swallowing it.

Megan's a mess. The carpet under her is drenched, her tits are spilling out of her tank top, and her bottom is bare, her shorts are thrown on the side.

She should be the one getting her brains fucked out by you, not Daniela.

"C'mon— fill me up with your cum— more!" Daniela screams, her hunger only growing heavier as you fill her up with more cum even though her body screams stop, her pussy clenches on your cock tighter in overstimulation but her hunger never seems to satiate.

You fill her up with your hot spunk, thanks to your condition, you basically could cum and fill a cup.

"God— yes— love this dick— need your dick all day, everyday" Daniela laughs, her back arching like a bow.

Sweat and sex fills the room, somehow the two of you never notice Megan fleeing away from your room, clutching her shorts, and the carpet thoroughly soaked.

"Shit— we doing this the whole break, daddy"

"Fuck, Dani" you could only muster a groan, feeling another orgasm building up.

"FUCK, DADDY" Daniela moans, squirting on your cock, her body thrashes and spasms. "GOD— DON'T STOP FUCKING ME, BABY"

"Stupid, big, fat, loser cock, filling my pussy up" Daniela enunciates every word, meeting your thrusts.

Megan could only writhe in her bed, hearing the sounds of sex and its stench fill the house.

"This cock is yours, baby— only yours" you whisper, your forehead on hers as you fuck her sensually.

"Yes— God, yes" Daniela whispers back, she brushes your hair out of your face, looking at your eyes full of devotion. "I'm yours, Y/n"

The two of your orgasm together, gasping, trembling, "I'm yours Dani— I'm yours"

The two of you didn't sleep till the clock struck 2 o'clock in the morning.

And neither did Megan who still trembles in need.

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you're my loser lover — Daniela. Avanzini

synopsis — you end up sleeping with your bully’s gf after physical school fight in school when you finally stood up for yourself against him.

paring — hot! Sorority daniela avanzini x loser masc reader.

warning — smut, cheating, making out, pussy eating, riding, inexperienced!reader, reader using a strap, p0rn addicted reader, dirty talk, fingering, mention of fighting : blood, violence, swearing and more. ( smut with plot. )

a/n — this like took me a day to write as it kept bugging out and stuff.

word count . 2.4k

You’ve never been on good terms with Jonah, he’s been your bully for years like ever since kindergarten. Little you picked up a lego trying to place it on the tower you built but Jonah kicked it down and laughed at you.

And ever since that day, Jonah has been bullying you for as long as you can remember. He’d take your lunch money, broken your iPhone, and beaten you up multiple times.

But today you thought that you’d fight back against him. You were done with him.

You sat with your friends Mia and Kiean eating lunch together. You were relaxed, but lowkey mentally preparing yourself for the worst.

As you took a bit of your sandwich, the cafeteria door opened with a bang which caused everyone to quiet down and look towards the doors.

But you didn’t.

You didn’t have to look, you already knew who it was.

It was Jonah and his gang with his gf and her group. You sighed, you didn’t really hate his girlfriend Daniela — you were just jealous that he had the girl you wanted.

It wasn’t fair, why did the bad guys always get the pretty rich and kind girls.

as you continued your rambling on in your head, you were interrupted by Jonah calling your name.

“Well isn’t it the loser yn who dresses like a boy..”

You tried to ignore him, but that only made him angrier. In a few long strides he grabbed a freshman’s box of milk and dumped it all over your clothes, “oops.. sorry bro..” Jonah’s friends laughed at you and started recording you.

You sat there with her head still low, fist balled up.

“Pass my your lunch money,” when you didn’t answer him still he threw the empty carton at you, “hey loser i’n talking to you.”

“I don’t have any..” you started getting up to grab tissues, “woah there yn were’d you think you’re going?” He pushed you back down into your seat.

“Just leave me alone, Jonah.” He chucked turning to his followers, “get a load of this dickhead..”, he turned back to you.

“You know what happens when you don’t have money yn, you get beat up and the price is doubled..” he began to come closer into your personal bubble.

“I’m not giving you anything, just leave me alone Jonah.. don’t you have anything better to do..?” You glared at him, “like hooking up with one of your groupies or something..?”

He scoffed, “shut the fuck up yn. Don’t talk about my girl like that..” he pushed you, you stumbled but caught yourself.

“Don’t push me asshole..” you pushed him back, he paused as his friends caught him, “Oh you really fucked up..”

A crowd started to form around you guys, phones were out and people were shouting and chanting for you guys to fight.

“I don’t want any trouble Jonah, just leave me alone.” You said sighing.

“Nah, you wanna talk about my girl like that, we’re gonna fight. And i’m gonna make sure you lil pipsqueak self ends up in the hospital like your old ass ugly grandma…” his friends start to chuckle.

You pause — he bought up your grandmother, the only person in your family that only actually cares for you.

Your body moved before your mind did, landing a punch straight into the side of Jonah’s jaw. Your jaw was flexed tightly and your breathing was heavy.

He looked at you half furious, half surprised.

A bunch of ‘oooo’s’ were heard amongst the growing crowd. “You motherfucker..” Jonah grabbed a tray and hit you in the head with it.

it made your eyes shake and ears ring, you could feel the blood dripping down your cheek. You ducked as he swag again, then kicked his kneecap.

He clutched it in pain and hopped on one leg, you tripped him over and pounced on him.

It must have been all the fury coming out of you, all the times he’s beating you up.. you were getting your payback on him.

you punched his face, you guys rolled over. He started punching you and gave you a bloody node and a huge cut on your cheek from his fake rings.

You flipped the positions again and started punching him over and over and over again. His face was bloody, your knuckles were getting bloody.

But you didn’t care, he talked about your dying grandmother and that was past the line. With every punch you landed you spoke, “Fuck you Jonah, don’t you ever fucking talk about my grandma like that ever again in your fucking pathetic little man toddler life..”

Just then a teacher — your history teacher pulled you off him. You were being held back by some other students as well while Jonah was getting attention from the history teacher and friends.

But what really shocked everyone was that Daniela wasn’t even helping him nor asking him if he was okay. She simply scoffed at his condition and looked over to you, you both pause.

Your heart starts racing, you were making eye contact with THE daniela avanzini which made your even redden face go darker. You gulped and looked towards your friends who were trying to stop the blood from leaking out of the side of your face.

Mia stole your attention, “we need to get you to the nurses office asap yn.”

You were being dragged away by mia and Kiean to the nurses office.

The nurse had them leave and get to lesson as the bell just rang. But for you, you sat on the chair with a bandage over your cut and icepack on your cheek.

Just then you looked up as you heard the door open, it wasn’t the nurse but it was daniela. She looked rather calm after her bf was taken to the hospital by ambulance not even 20 minutes ago.

she looked around the room before spotting you, she walked closer. “Pretty impressive stuff out there yn..”

Your jaw clenched, “what do you want daniela? Come to talk for your boyfriend..?” You looked her up and down.

Daniela wore a blue denim mini skirt with a pink and white baby tee — her belly piercing showing. She had a mini shoulder bag that matched her chunky cupid bow heels.

she had style, you had a dirty mind.

you couldn’t stop staring at her chest — to eveb say you were staring was an understatement.

Daniela scoffed, standing before you.. “ugh no i hate him, I just came to congratulate you on beating his ass he’s such a asshole..” she learned in closer bending over so you guys would be eye level together.

your eyes dropped down to her exposed cleavage, she’d put her hands on the arm rests of your chair. She was giving you a whole show, “my eyes are up here, loser” she lifted your chin with one of her manicured fingers.

you locked eyes with her again, “I uh..” you quickly looked away, blushing, your ears tingling as it turned red.

She giggled, “gosh you’re so cute..” she stood back up.

Then looked around the nurses’ room, once she found what she was looking for she returned, “hey give me your hand..”

You paused, and did so. Daniela pulled out a whiteboard marker and wrote down her number, you paused. “Wha— what’s this..?” You looked to her.

“My number, cutie..”

You paused, why was she giving you her number..?

Looked at your face and caressed your cheek, “Poor cutie is injured.. you fought a big guy ain’t that right..?” You subconsciously nodded, she was having an effect you.

Her hands moved to your hair, “text me later, i wanna see you..” with that she walled out of the nurse room and you were left stunned.

time skip.

It’d been a long day from school and you plopped down onto your bed, when you remembered that you gotta text daniela so that’s what you did.

thats how you found yourself in daniela’s room.

she’d pushed you down onto her bed and straddled you, “gosh I could just kiss your loser ass face..”

You chuckled, “then what’s stopping you..?”

she paused, “but what if Jonah finds out..?”

“he doesn’t have to know if you don’t tell..” you murmured as you gently held her hips, “i mean one kiss won’t hurt right..?”

Daniela was contemplating her hands fiddling together, you leaned in. “So can i? I feel like we could just do one kiss and if you’re not comfortable then we can do something else together..” your gaze was already on her lips.

She nodded, “yeah — but I haven’t kissed a girl before so yea..”

she leaned in pecking your lips, then she went in for a full kiss. You guys made out in her bed.

as the tension thickened one kiss led to another and now you were eating her out.

“Oh Dios, mami, sí, ahí mismo, joder..” she gripped your hair and pulled you in closer.

your lips were all over her throbbing cunt, your pumped a finger into her while rubbing her nub, “Hmm you like that? Yea? You like how I make you feel..?”

to be honest you had no idea what to say but all those nights gooning off to the videos lowkey helped you in the long run.

“Oh joder yn..” she bit her lower lip.

You felt her clenching, signalling that she was close, “you close baby? gonna cum all over my finger?” you guys locked as and she started subconsciously nodding with you.

“M’cumin cumin yn cumin’..” she wimpered.

“Comin’ for mami?” you slowed your fingers.

“si mami please don’t stop..” she whimpered holding.

Smirking, you sped back up and went a bit more faster, “gonna cum, fuck dani, come for me..” With a couple more thrusts of your fingers she squirted all over your fingers and her bed.

“hunngggg mami..” her back arched up off of bed and she looked at you and she released.

You still pumped your fingers in and out, she was a bit overwhelmed but she sat up grabbing your wrist and holding your wrist that was still in her.

she was a bit numb but lets out a laugh after. “fuck loser.. you fingering me so good it got me calling you mami..”

“I mean.. did it feel good?” you stared straight into her eyes.

“more than good, loser — you got me seeing stars which is a first…” you paused, “the first..? But didn’t you and Jonah hook up..?”

she scoffed crawling back in your lap, her arms wrapped around your neck. “His hands are so ashy and rough and he never asks me if i was okay..”

You nodded, she pulled you into another kiss then pulled away. “Got a question, think you can answer..?”

your hand found her waist, she kissed your cheek “shoot me looser…”

You chuckled, “have u ever like thought of using a strap before…”

She paused, “strap? I haven’t, why..?”

You shrugged, “well I’m wearing like right now, wanna try..?” Your hands roamed her perky boobs as she thought.

“Is it just like a dildo?” You nodded.

“I guess it’s fine..”

you pulled down your trousers, “wanna ride or—?”

she nodded, “yeah.. i wanna see your loser face when i do so..”

she positioned the strap to her hole and started riding you. she was whimpering, moaning all while still being a bit sensitive form her previous orgasm.

"Ride me harder, fuck me with that strap mami!" she whimpered, rocking her hips down on the strap-on you wore.

herHer ass bounced and jiggled each time she rose up before dropping back down to take your length in, “am i y-your good girl yn..?”

You gently gripped her hips, “yea, my special sweet girl..” you started thrusting up to meet her downward strokes.

the angle alone made her tear up, it hurt so good.

Her tits bounced with each movement, rosy nipples stiff and begging for attention. Leaning forward, you captured one between your lips, sucking gently as you continued pistoning your hips up into her heat.

"Oh hmmmm yes, just like that yn.. just like that..” she cried out, fingers sinking into my hair and holding me to her chest. "Suck on my tits please mami"

You switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as your hips snapped up to meet her downward grinds.

The new angle let you go deeper, the thick toy hitting that special spot inside her that made her see stars.

“i fuck you better than stupid.. boyfriend jonah huh..?” she whimpered.

“say it princess.. mommy wanna hear ya..” your hand gently caressed her cheek.

“Sí mami, better than.. jonah.. wayyy better…”

"ohh shiit, fuck, m’cumin’" Daniela keened, her thighs beginning to tremble.

"Cum for me baby" you urged, pumping into her faster, harder.

With a sharp cry, she came undone, convulsing around me as her orgasm crashed through her. Her inner walls spasmed and rippled, milking the toy as she rode out her high.

you gentled my thrusts, letting her finish before slowly pulling out. Her hole was slick and puffy, glistening with her release. Such a pretty picture, you couldn't resist leaning in to lap at her sensitive hole, cleaning her up.

"Mmm, you taste so good," you purred against her folds. "I could eat this sweet pussy all night long."

She shivered at your words and touch, still sensitive from her orgasm. "Fuck, that feels amazing," she groaned, thighs falling open further in clear invitation.

You took your time licking and suckling at her slit, dipping your tongue inside to lap up her juices. She tasted divine, sweet and musky like a strawberry. Once you had her nice and clean, you sat back on her pillows, admiring your handiwork.

Daniela looked thoroughly debauched - hair mussed, skin flushed and dewy with sweat, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

She was the most gorgeous thing you’d ever seen.

Crawling up her body, you captured her lips in a heated kiss, sharing her taste with her. She moaned into your mouth, arms winding around your neck to pull yoi closer.

"Best loser ever" she mumbled against you lips when you guys finally broke for air.

Yoi chuckled, nuzzling into her neck. "yea.."

She nodded and we slowly disentangled ourselves from each other. You got a washcloth and carefully cleaned between her legs before seeing to myself.

Once you were both decent again, you guys headed to the bathroom connected to her bedroom to freshen up properly.

As you brushed our teeth side by side in the mirror, you couldn't help but grin at our reflections. We looked so domestic, like a real couple.

even if you’d just beaten up her bf.

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I crave Jacinthe x Reader content

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[OC]The Lady and the Mermaid 👒🐚

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I haven’t watched all the season yet but have some wenclair (+our darling friends) in their dance fits

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Hi! I really enjoyed your soulless hc fic. I wanted to request if you can make it polytrix x reader and possibly drag out the angst more. The process of reader slowly being drained from their body. Waking up ‘Tired’ and not joining them when hanging out or spending couch time. Forgetting things like their planned dates, showing up to polytrix’s interview/shows. It also gets bad when reader is slowly hearing things, whispers from nowhere. Reader complains and tells the girls all of this, their growing exhaustion, things easily slipping through their mind, and the chilling voice they hear when they’re alone. The girls dismisses it, stating that it was probably their lack of sleep. It goes on and on until it reaches their anniversary. Reader once again forgets it, and the girls decided to put their foot down and intervene. Instead of digging into the root of the problem they decided that it would be best if reader took a break from them. The reader cries, they beg, but their sorrows were muted. They meet again until after defeating the Saja boys. Seeing everyone so full of life while the reader stood empty, eyes distant and cloudy, and it was then that they realized the mistake they made.

Soulless - Polytrix Edition

Tags: Polytrix/Reader, Angst, Character Death

You hadn't thought much of it at the time, barely even noticed it at first. Having 'off days' was normal in your line of work. Typically it meant you'd just overworked yourself more than you had thought—which made sense. Your schedule was busier now that you were working on a collab performance with that rookie group, the Saja Boys. It was little wonder you would find yourself more tired.

Your girlfriends had been worried at first. Of course they had been. Though their concern lied more with who you were working with than the tiredness, you being tired was just the excuse they seemed to latch on to for why you should stop. Because clearly you were running yourself ragged, so you should just cancel and drop all contact with the Saja Boys, it's not like you had to work with them.

Which was— a bit of an extreme response. And incredibly impractical.

You're not Huntrix, and you think sometimes they forget that not all labels are as lenient with their idols as theirs is with their golden child. You didn't get the same kind of luxuries they did. You didn't get to pick and choose what groups you worked with. You didn't get to make your own schedule and determine how long you trained with another group. You sure as Hell couldn't cancel a show at the literal last minute and not have your contract terminated.

You didn't understand why they hated the boys so much. Whatever beef they had with the boys, they refused to explain. It was just one of the things they wouldn't tell you.

They don't tell you a lot of things. There were so many secrets shared between them, but not with you. Never with you. You had thought that was fine at first. But now…

“Why would they?”

“You’ll always be an outsider, never really one of them.”

Days passed and the tiredness didn't go away. It was growing harder and harder for you to get up each morning, harder to stay awake through the days.

Car rides home with Mira; rather than filling the air with lighthearted chatter about how your days had been were now spent with you spacing out, staring out the window watching the world melt into streaks of colors.

Curling up on the couch to watch a movie or documentary with Zoey and you wouldn't be able to recall a single detail of what happened. Had she been talking? Had you been there for only a second or for an hour?

Your conversations with Rumi began to blur into murky memories, as if you were an outsider looking in on those scenes through a dirtied glass, only able to see vague parts, unable to make out the rest.

Bit by bit, as your exhaustion grew, your memory started to diminish. You would be standing there talking with them and be unable to retain a single word spoken. Entire chunks began to bleed away, it was as if you would blink and suddenly an entire day had passed.

They were so focused on their own work, on their new song, you don’t think they even noticed.

You forgot the usual date night. That had been the first crack. You'd been so tired, you'd been so out of it. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know you had agreed to meet them at the restaurant. But you couldn't remember. Not the conversation, not the plans, not even what day it was.

Abby had walked you home that day after working with the Saja Boys, because "We just want to make sure you get home safe, it can be dangerous out there."

You could barely remember what you had talked about, you only vaguely remembered him eventually carrying you on his back when your legs grew too tired. You faintly recalled making it as far as the couch before passing out. Somewhere deep in the back of your mind you remembered the feeling of something akin to a thread being pulled from you.

You woke, foggy-brained, to the girls standing over you, asking why you never showed up for the date, asking why you hadn't returned any of their texts or calls. You had worried them so much, they thought something had happened to you.

You told them you were just so tired you forgot, apologized, promised it wouldn't happen again.

But it did.

Again and again. Dates. Meetings. Time you would usually spend with them you would miss. Time slipping away like sand between your fingers, too tired to remember what was going on, what you were supposed to do.

"What a terrible, terrible partner you are."

"They deserve someone better."

The exhaustion began to linger.

A bone-deep exhaustion that clung to you no matter how much you slept. An exhaustion that went deeper than physical

"It's because you're working too much," Zoey had dismissed when you had brought it up to her. "If you'd just cancel this collab with the Saja Boys, then your schedule wouldn't be so packed and you'd be able to rest."

She wasn't looking at you as she said that, curled around her notebook, focused on scribbling out new lyrics. Loose pages surrounded her, crumpled up and covered in scratched out lyrics for song the group was working on for the Idol Awards.

You’d heard a few test lines of it in the recording room. As catchy as the beat was, despite how beautiful their voices were—you weren’t a fan of the song.

It was so…spiteful.

Angry, hateful, full of so much venom. Nothing like the songs they used to sing, the songs that brought people together.

There were verses talking about wanting the Saja Boys to die.

And for what reason? Because some rookie boy band was skyrocketing in popularity so quickly? Because they might usurp their throne at the top of the billboards?

Had their egos always been this…fragile?

Was staying top of the charts all that mattered to them?

Something whispered in the back of your mind, a gnawing feeling of unease as you wondered where that put you in their list of priorities.

"They've always been viciously protective over their fans, their music, their ranking."

"That's all they truly care about, isn't it?"

The tiredness was one thing. The tiredness could be managed.

The whispers you swore you heard—those were harder to manage, harder to brush aside.

At first they had been easy to ignore, a quiet murmur in the back of your mind and irregular enough that you could assume it was just a stray thought.

But then they whispers got louder. More insistent.

It picked and it picked at your deepest worries until the anxiety and fear bled through. They knew your deepest fears, knew the exact words to say to cause the most pain.

"You're not good enough for them. Even they know it."

Mira had given you a look of confusion when you'd responded to the whispers, asking who you were talking to.

Did she not hear that persistent voice echoing in the dark?

She didn't, she didn't know what you were talking about. Had no reason to even suspect that might be what was going on. She could only watch you in curious concern, ask what you were talking about.

What do you mean you hear whispers? No one said anything. You must be hearing things since you had a rough night again.

But you had been so sure you heard something.

"She doesn't believe you. Why should she?"

"You're just a temporary amusement, not someone to take seriously."

“Are you okay, sunbae?” Jinu was standing in front of you and…when did he get here?

You blinked up at him, your eyelids feeling heavy, your head feeling foggy. Hadn't you just been talking to Mira? But there was no Mira in sight.

Rather; you were in the dance hall for… for practice. You knew that. You could have sworn you were in the penthouse moments ago—but your watch said that it was already evening.

An entire day of rehearsal, practicing dancing and singing—the memories were there, but it felt like they were underwater, a hazy blur.

But you were here with the Saja Boys, and Jinu was standing over you, face pinched in concern.

“Sorry, sorry, I must have spaced out a little,” you explained as you shook your head, trying to play it off. You were supposed to be looking out for the boys, not the other way around, “What were we talking about?”

“You were complaining about your polycule,” Romance said from where he laid beside you, his head resting on your thighs in a show of comfortable, casual intimacy. It was funny, you couldn't remember when exactly your relationship with any of them had become so close. “They’re just too focused on the upcoming awards, you ‘feel like a ghost in your own home,’ as you put it.”

Had you said that? A ghost? It did feel like a rather apt description of things.

You felt like a ghost in your own life, too.

Everything came to a head when you'd missed an anniversary date.

You had just been so busy, so damn tired, you could barely even remember getting out of bed that day, could remember nothing of what you had done, what anyone had said.

The girls had been upset for the dates you had missed before, but this one was different. This was supposed to be the night just for the four of you and nothing else. But you never showed. You never answered their calls. Their date was cancelled because they were worried something had happened to you.

Only to find you sitting on the couch in the penthouse completely spaced out, confused when they started questioning you, and confused by their visible hurt when you made it clear you didn't even know what day it was.

They decided that you needed a break. From work. From the spotlight. From them.

You were overworked, you were completely burnt out. You needed a vacation, a breather, something. They were so busy, their own inner fighting probably wasn't helping at all. The Idol Awards was only a few days away, you could spend those days at the spa they've booked you for.

"They're just trying to get rid of you."

"Don't you see; you're in the way, an inconvenience to them."

"They won't be able to focus on what really matters to them if you're here."

You fought and you argued. You're sorry you forgot your anniversary, you could do better, be better! Please don't throw you away.

But your pleas fell on deaf ears. The girls had already made up their minds. This was better for everyone, they claimed, so there was no point in your arguing, no point in you fighting.

Rumi fixed you with that placating smile of hers, the corners forced, "It's for your own good." she had told you as she handed you your bag. They'd join you after Idol Awards.

"They won't."

"They're leaving you."

You couldn't remember exactly what happened after they had ushered you into one of their private cars, telling the driver to take you to the airport. You'd been seated, staring numbly at the bag on your lap, your chest aching with heartbreak over being thrown aside so easily.

And then you were on the Saja Boys' couch, crashing in their dorms for a few nights while things got sorted out.

You remembered a phone call, you couldn't remember the conversation you had with Jinu. Couldn't remember how you got there.

But the Saja Boys had taken you in with open arms. You were their friend, their mentor, they cared for you, what your girlfriends had done was "so unnecessarily cruel," and you deserved better.

Clinging to the one anchor you still had, you threw yourself into helping their new single, Your Idol. Though you could barely remember what happened during those final days of rehearsal. They'd start singing and your mind would go blank.

But then the Idol Awards happened, and you saw everything crumble.

Your thumb hovered over the call button as you watched the results of the Idol Awards play on the screen.

Huntrix breaking down live in the middle of their concert. Turning on each other with raw viciousness. A public breakup.

Had they been fracturing this entire time? How had you not seen it? How had you not known? Was this your fault? Had you done something wrong to cause this?

Your first instinct was to call them, to demand answers, to beg them to tell you what had happened. But when you brought up their contacts, you found yourself unable to follow through.

"They pushed you away."

"They don't want to see you."

"You're the last person they want to hear from."

Would they even answer if you called?

They wouldn't, you realized with a cold rush. They had all but pushed you out of their lives, why would any of them respond to you now?

"You were never as important to them as winning. That need to win destroyed them."

"That’s why you were discarded."

"You're alone now."

"You don't have to be alone."

The Saja Boys cared about you.

This whole time while Huntrix slowly pushed you further and further out of their lives, the Saja Boys were there for you. They asked how you were every time you met, they took an interest in how you were doing, how your day had been.

They noticed when you were spacing out and when you were more tired than usual. Unlike Huntrix; they were excited to spend time with you; they sought you out every chance they got.

They wanted you.

It felt nice to feel wanted again.

The screen on your phone changed. An incoming call from from the Saja Boys.

A VIP invite to their concert for "their favorite sunbae."

They'd been there for you these last few weeks, they'd there to comfort and support you as things got rough. You wanted to support them in return.

How were you to know that would be your final mistake?

"No, no— Mira, let me go!" Rumi sobbed as she fought to pull herself free.

Mira had one arm hooked tight around her waist, keeping Rumi secured as she pulled and thrashed. The other was around Zoey's shoulders, holding her close to her chest, the younger girl frozen stiff, her expression numb as she stared at you.

You. Who stood vacantly across from them in the empty back room. Who hadn't responded to anything they've done or said since they found you in the crowd of people after the concert. You were facing them, but you weren't even looking at them.

Your eyes empty and lifeless, your body motionless where it stood. A living corpse.

They had thought, they had hoped that you'd snap out of it after a little bit. Most of the crowd had still been in something of a daze after the hypnosis the Saja Boys had done. So they had taken you back where it was private and waited. But as the minutes ticked on with no change from you, that hope dwindled into cold, icy realization.

This wasn't some post-hypnotic daze.

You were gone.

You. Were. Gone.

And it was all their fault.

The signs had been there all along. All that time you spent working with the Saja Boys, the lingering exhaustion, the whispers you said you heard, the way you flickered about, never quite there. All those things they had brushed off, the complaints they had dismissed as normal exhaustion.

They were hunters, they should have noticed, they should have seen what was happening. They should have stopped it.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this! You were supposed to be here with them, smiling as bright as ever, celebrating with them! You were supposed to be safe, far away from this city and the demons prowling it. You were never supposed to get hurt!

They were supposed to protect you!

God, why did they push you away? You had pleased with them not to. Why couldn't they have kept you safe?

"Rumi, stop," Mira hissed, her words coming out angry as she fought back her own tears, struggled to keep her hold on Rumi despite the cuts and scratches her claws were leaving, "they're gone, screaming isn't going to change that!"

At her other side, Zoey moved.

"They're—they're not gone, silly," Zoey said, a smile stretching across her face, slipping free from Mira's hold and bounding over to you before she could stop her.

Zoey took your hands in hers, examining your face, her smile twitching, fighting to stay on, "See, they're still here. they're not gone." you were still breathing. She could feel your heart beating when she pressed her ear to your chest. That meant you were here.

You weren't gone. You couldn't be gone.

"They've been tired, you know how they've been. Spacing out. We just need to take them home, let them nap, and they'll be right as rain!"

Rumi shook in Mira's hold. "Zoey," she choked out, desperate to believe her, but knowing how wrong, how delusional she was being.

But Zoey kept talking. You just needed rest, you just needed time to recover— and maybe she was right. Rumi desperately hoped she was right. Maybe you could recover, maybe—

Maybe Celine would have the answers. She’s dealt with demons longer than any of them, if anyone would know, it would be her.

There’s no way you could be gone—she couldn’t—she refused to believe it, she—

Rumi let out a low wail, her legs giving out beneath her. She would have collapsed entirely if Mira hadn’t been holding on to her.

Just as quickly, Mira pulled Zoey away from you and against her again in a tight hug.

While Rumi clung to her, breaking down into tears, Zoey continued to babble, assuring them that you were fine. That you’d be okay. Stubbornly refusing to accept what had happened, unable to withstand the pain that would bring.

All the while; Mira refused to cry. She refused to let herself tremble or choke despite the flood of grief drowning her within. She had to be the strong one here.

For Rumi and for Zoey.

For you.

Mira knew you. She knew you wouldn’t want to stay as this… this zombie, this shell of yourself.

And so, as the strong one, once the others had said their goodbyes, she’d be the one to do what needed to be done. She’d give you the mercy you deserved.

It was the only thing left she could do for you.

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Emperor Caracalla + costumes design in Gladiator 2 4k

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Emperor Geta's red gold robe in Gladiator 2 4k

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Some small fun facts that we have learned about Geta and Caracalla from "Gladiator II":

Geta is the eldest although Caracalla argues that he was conceived first since he came out last (I don't know the logic in this).

They had an abusive father.

They aren't particularly educated. They didn't recognize Lucius' lines from Virgil who was one of the most famous Roman poets.

They attend orgies together and they share their concubines.

They were getting high by using various kind of drugs of that time.

Caracalla is a bi king.

He has also shown to be attracted to Lucilla.

According to Joseph Quinn, Geta knows the fragility of his position and the fact that he doesn't deserve this power but uses means of intimidation to control the people. He's also afraid of trusting others.

Caracalla suffers from syphilis and lead poisoning which in turn have caused him dementia. One of the make up artists confirmed that he also battled acne.

Geta was not unfamiliar with Caracalla's physical abuse against him and he's even calm about it.

Ridley Scott believes that Caracalla was a forceps baby. And that was a dangerous practice back then as it could damage the baby's head.

According to Fred Hechinger, Geta and Caracalla have a need to be "taken care of" and "they want to be held". So they have a desire to be loved.

Days after, Caracalla couldn't remember that he killed his brother.