Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Female OC
Rating: 18+, mdni
Tags: boss x assistant, golden retriever x black cat, forced proximity, slow burn, eventual smut, romance, blood and violence
Summary: Reina Iyashi wants a normal, mundane existence until Satoru Gojo takes a special interest in her uncanny ability to bring people back to life (or so Itadori says) and offers her a job as his assistant at Jujutsu High.
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Kanpai
(ongoing)
Pairing: Kento Nanami x Female OC
Rating: 18+, mdni
Tags: jujutsu kaisen universe, bodyguard, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn, eventual romance, eventual smut, blood and violence
Summary: Fumiko is the first daughter to be born into the Hime clan in over a century. A secret prophecy forces her into the path of imminent danger. After a failed assassination attempt, the Jujutsu elders dictate that she requires more aggressive security measures. How will cheerful Fumiko Hime handle the coldness of her new bodyguard Kento Nanami?
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One Shots
Look at the Size of his Ego
Pairing: Aaric Graycastle x Female OC one shot
Word count: 3.5k
Rating: 18+, mdni
Tags: fourth wing universe, enemies to lovers, fighting, blood and violence, dominant x submissive, explicit smut
Summary: Aaric Graycastle is surprised to find that Evelina Stormbridge has discerned his true identity. After a night of guard duty Aaric finds that Evelina doesn't dislike him as much as she carries on.
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Fumiko is the first daughter to be born into the Hime clan in over a century. A secret prophecy forces her into the path of imminent danger. After a failed assassination attempt, the Jujutsu elders dictate that she requires more aggressive security measures. How will cheerful Fumiko Hime handle the coldness of her new bodyguard Kento Nanami?
Tags: 18+, kento nanami x female oc, bodyguard, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, eventual romance, eventual smut, blood and violence, fingering
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Chapter Four
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“Are you okay, Miko?” Isa softly prompted, placing a hand on her forearm. The circles underneath her eyes were dark, the lines on her face weary. Fumiko slowly made eye contact with him, a drained smile spreading through her face.
“Of course, Isa. Don’t worry yourself.” she placed her hand on his, patting it.
Nanami sat in the chair, his brows furrowing at the interaction. His eyes darted from the man’s hand to Fumiko’s tired features. He uncrossed his legs and slowly stood.
Isa nervously glanced in Nanami’s direction before exiting the room. Fumiko slowly gathered her things, placing them in her bag with a sigh.
Nanami looked down at this watch, clearing his throat before saying, “We have time today before we head home. Would you like to stop somewhere?”
Fumiko paused, her gaze quickly meeting Nanami’s before she responded, “Really?”
Nanami watched as the light returned to her eyes, a genuine smile filling her face, “Yes, really. We must hurry, though.”
Quickly shoveling the remainder of the items into her bag, she rushed through the door before Nanami had the opportunity to change his mind.
The clatter of ceramic echoed through the space as Fumiko looked around quickly, spotting a young man sitting at a couch. His dark hair slicked back, a tapered fade down the sides. He was well-dressed, adorned in a navy blue suit that fit him well. His dark eyes were focused on the window, his demeanor posed and elegant.
Fumiko darted forward towards him, her hurried footsteps alerting him to her imminent entrance. He beamed up at her, standing quickly, “Miko, please! I am surprised you remembered what I looked like. You’ve been gone so long.” he exclaimed dramatically. A hand clutching his heart as she threw her arms around his neck.
He spun her slightly, careful to avoid the table. He laughed, setting her onto the tile before he noticed the man standing close behind her. Nanami towered over the two, his gaze dark as he assessed the man.
His eyes darted anxiously between her and Nanami before he spoke, “The bodyguard?” he leaned towards Fumiko, his tone nearing a whisper.
“Yes,” she responded with a sigh before turning towards him. “This is Ren Hara. My best friend since childhood, please treat him with care.”
Nanami bowed slightly, “I am Kento Nanami. Nice to meet you, Hara.”
“The honor is mine.” Ren dragged his eyes along his body as he bit his bottom lip. Fumiko furrowed her brows, pushing his shoulder slightly. A warning look in her eyes.
“Please sit at one of the tables. I would like to catch up with my friend privately.” she said firmly, not looking in his direction.
Without a response, Nanami sat at one of the high rise tables closest to her. Fumiko noted that it was positioned between her and the door. She closed her eyes and sighed before crumpling into the seat next to Ren.
“You neglected to tell me he was hot.” he hissed, gripping her wrist tightly.
“That hardly matters when my life is at stake.” Fumiko replied with a groan.
“Oh, shut up. Your life just started if you’re living with that.” he smiled and looked up at Nanami, who sat politely in his chair. Looking out the window and intermittently scanning the shop.
“Get over yourself, Ren. I am nearly positive that he is straight.” Fumiko leaned forward to grab one of the two drinks sitting on the table.
“The hot ones always are.” he replied mournfully.
“You don’t even care that people are trying to kill me.” Fumiko glared in his direction, crossing her legs.
“Oh, please, Miko. People have either been trying to kill you since we were young.” he rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his drink before continuing. “Good god, look at yourself. Of course you’re special!”
He roughly gestured towards her pastel pink hair and white eyes. Features that had haunted her since she was little, gathering constant unwanted attention
Fumiko let out a scoff at the comment, Ren wasn’t entirely wrong. This had not been the first time a security detail had been necessary, the last instance spanning from fifteen until she had turned nineteen. Once the threat had dissipated, her father conceded and allowed her to move into one of the apartment buildings he owned in the city.
She hated to admit that two assassination attempts in the last two months had dictated that this time was a great deal more serious than the previous ones. There had never been an actual effort to murder her before. This was entirely new territory, one that she was slowly working out how to navigate.
“Yeah, you’re right,” she replied softly. “I don’t like it, though. He won’t let me open the windows in the apartment. I can’t watch anything on my laptop without him knowing. I can barely use my phone, for fuck’s sake.”
“That is tough, how are you supposed to watch porn late at night?” Ren laughed, shoving her knee playfully. “Well, you’ll just have to use him as the muse. That shouldn’t be too hard.”
Nanami straightened slightly, though his features didn’t reveal whether he had heard. Fumiko shifted in her seat uncomfortably before switching the conversation.
The following hour consisted of raucous laughter, heated hearsay, and copious amounts of espresso. It ended with Nanami gesturing towards his watch and Fumiko swiftly exiting - careful to not tread on his good will.
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Fumiko finished her night routine, venturing into the kitchen to start dinner. It had been a long day, though she found herself thankful for Nanami - it had re-invigorated her to visit with Ren. Work had not been fulfilling her social battery. Nanami’s cold demeanor hadn’t either, the combination making for a rather dreadful existence.
Sitting at the island, she turned towards the living room - scrolling through the possibilities for entertainment on the television. A slow padding of feet reverberated along the wood, stopping near the washer and dryer.
Fumiko swallowed the bite that she had taken before saying, “Thank you, Nanami. For allowing me to go to the coffee shop. It meant a lot to see Ren.” She turned the volume down before turning in his direction.
She jolted, Nanami stood in the hallway with a towel hanging low on his hips. He tousled his wet hair with another - a sheen of condensation gleaming on his abs. Fumiko hated to admit that there was a familiar pull in her stomach at the sight.
He hung the towel around his neck, placing his clothes into the washer before angling himself towards her, “Do you two always engage in such interesting conversations?”
Warmth spread along Fumiko’s neck and into her cheeks as Nanami retreated to his bedroom. She could not help herself as she admired his back muscles in his descent, shaking her head quickly when the door closed.
Twisting back to face the living room, she stared at the ground - surely he hadn’t heard Ren’s comments. She wouldn’t pretend she was a saint, Fumiko was no stranger to a good orgasm. There had been an empty place in her life since Nanami had been around, the ability to relieve herself dissolving in his presence.
Not often did she engage in activities outside of a relationship but there were a few occasions where her hormones had run rampant. Her closest friends would describe her personality as both kind and flirty, often warranting playful commentary. If there were men able to keep up with her personality then they would earn a chance to end their night in her bed.
Those men were far and few between.
Emptying her dishes into the sink, she slowly padded along the floorboards - stopping momentarily to listen outside of Nanami’s door. There were no sounds besides the overhead fan, the darkness crowding the cracks along the door.
She dragged her fingers along the wood before retreating to her room. Closing the door softly, she turned the shower on along with the speaker - careful not to play her music too loud.
The water cascaded along her back, she closed her eyes and allowed her vision to drift. Images of Nanami’s glistening chest floated through her head. What he would have looked like in the shower, the droplets tracing patterns along his muscled back.
Leaning back, the heat slid over her face - her hands gliding along her body. Slowly caressing her thigh before her fingers floated towards the point where the pressure had built.
Her fantasies shifted to Nanami behind her, rubbing where she was most sensitive as she arched against him. His firm voice in her ear, whispering how beautiful she looks when she moans his name. How good she was being, listening to his every word. Letting him do whatever he wanted to her.
Increasing the pace as her soft begging moans filled the shower, his lips pressing to her temple - careful to maintain his tempo as he repositioned her. The angle causing her knees to buckle slightly.
The tightness that had built snapped causing Fumiko to careen over the edge, “Oh, f-fuc-” she moaned. Writhing against her fingers as she clasped a free hand to her mouth.
Fumiko straightened, her head floating as she attempted to calm her ragged breaths. The water pounded into her back, she closed her eyes - wincing at the embarrassment.
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Fumiko is the first daughter to be born into the Hime clan in over a century. A secret prophecy forces her into the path of imminent danger. After a failed assassination attempt, the Jujutsu elders dictate that she requires more aggressive security measures. How will cheerful Fumiko Hime handle the coldness of her new bodyguard Kento Nanami?
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Chapter Three
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“You’re kidding.” Fumiko gripped the edge of the marble, her knuckles whitening.
“I rarely kid.” Nanami returned to his newspaper, turning the page before picking his mug up from the wood.
Closing her eyes tightly, she placed two fingers on the bridge of her nose before responding, “Haven’t you tortured me enough?”
“You’ll survive.” he responded, glancing up momentarily to catch her eye.
“I get to endure that charm of yours at night, as well?” Fumiko flashed him a faux smile before returning to her bedroom, not bothering to wait for a reply.
“Lucky me.” she grumbled as she closed the door behind her.
Collapsing onto the edge of the bed, Fumiko laid her face on the comforter. She groaned before turning over, momentarily content to stare at her ceiling and feel sorry for herself. The idea of Kento Nanami sleeping a mere twenty feet from where she rested her head at night was enough to make her heart race.
There had been a small part of her that expected this day, the inevitability of the end of her freedom as she knew it. Fumiko had not counted that it would involve one of the most infuriating curse users she had the displeasure of meeting in the last decade.
The idea of sharing the intimacy of her space soured her tongue as she swallowed hard - pursing her lips. Fumiko found the thought of small talk with Nanami to be excruciatingly boring, a groan escaping her mouth.
She mused that his idea of enriching conversation would be investments and stock portfolios. Or potentially how better she could use her time outside of scrolling on social media and consuming television - he likely would have a slew of ideas for that.
Fumiko guaranteed that the weekend trips to Shibuya were out of the question under his regime. She looked longingly at her closet where her dresses hung, her heels strewn about the carpet. She was unsure she would ever get to wear them again.
Hoisting herself into a seated position, Fumiko rubbed a hand along her face before standing up. It would be of no service to her to stay this negative - she would simply have to make the best of the situation. Surely he would warm up to her eventually, he could not be that strict.
Striding towards the window, she unlocked it before roughly jerking it upwards - it did not budge. She attempted a second time with a small huff before stepping back and assessing the mechanisms.
With a small shake of her head she grasped the bottom, yanking it with a loud groan - it remained in place.
Nanami’s firm voice slithered underneath the door causing her to jump slightly, “The windows don’t open anymore, princess. It’s a liability.”
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Slamming the door to the recital room, Fumiko stomped down the hallway - heavy footsteps trailing behind her.
A scowl permeated her features as she slipped through the main doors, careful to not hold the door open. She could hear a small sigh as the hinges creaked, his presence behind her returning.
Her jaw clenched, her mouth tight as her head whirled with thoughts. The last interactions between the two had consisted of biting commentary and equally searing responses. That had been the entirety of their relationship since they had begun to cohabitate.
“I guess I will starve since you won’t allow me to go to the grocery store.” seethed Fumiko, refusing her eyes to stray to his.
A pause stretched between them before Nanami responded, “Contrary to popular belief, I want to keep you alive. So, no, you will not starve. Someone will drop your groceries off.”
Fumiko’s face flooded with heat from frustration and embarrassment. She was abundantly aware how dramatic and unfair she was being but the loss of the independence she had fought for was devastating. The grief of it proved overwhelming - she felt both brimming with emotion and devoid of it all.
“Do I get a say in what food I eat or did you take control of that, too?” she threw her bag further onto her shoulder, her pace hastening.
“You may provide me with a list of what food you want for next time and I will ensure it’s passed along.” Nanami’s tone conveyed no sense of annoyance or frustration though without looking at him she knew that his features were laced with defeat.
She would not pretend she had been anything but difficult in the past weeks. Nanami had slowly stripped her of all of her pleasantries, her social media usage had been severely limited along with any ability to visit the few friends she had. Her laptop had been commandeered briefly to have software installed that allowed him to see all of the sites she visited, everything she posted, and disabled all ability to video chat or voice call.
If he had even hinted at the idea of ridding her of her television, Fumiko firmly believed she would have physically attacked him.
Her life consisted of waking up, going to work, coming home, and going to sleep. Nothing in between.
Striding through the door of the apartment, Fumiko threw her bag onto the bench. Hurriedly pulling her shoes off with a huff. Nanami walked carefully behind her, straightening her tote before sitting beside it - untying his laces and placing his shoes neatly by the mat.
“I am off to do nothing. Don’t bother me, I will be too busy dying of boredom.” Fumiko stopped halfway down the hallway at Nanami’s response.
“You could use this as an opportunity to reduce that screen time, eight hours is excessive.”
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The one positive that Fumiko had found in her recent prison sentence was the abundance of time to scour through vocal pieces. She typically had a max on the amount of private students she would take on but had extended the offer to a few promising candidates this semester.
She opened the door to the extra room in the apartment, flipping the light switch. A floor lamp in the corner illuminated the space in a soft white light. A sage velvet love seat nestled itself next to a bookcase where her plants sat wilting. Pressing the door closed behind her, she strode towards them - running a hand along their leaves.
“I know how you feel.” she whispered before sighing, turning towards the rest of the space.
A keyboard stretched in front of the window, a bench slightly askew underneath. The table directly beside it was littered with sheets of music, ones that she had previously looked through and abandoned.
Fumiko slid a finger along the edges of the papers, a familiar name catching her attention as she lifted it upwards. It had been a piece that had caught her eye before but she hadn’t had a student whose strengths would fit it. She cocked her head to the side, placing the sheet on the rest and sitting on the bench.
She fumbled over the notes before picking up her stride, the muscle memory pressing into the keys. A few turns through the remainder before Fumiko added her voice into the mix, the words overtaking as her eyes fluttered closed. The music floated through the air, consuming her slowly. The last note slipped through and hovered momentarily.
Fumiko furrowed her eyebrows before scribbling notes through the paper. Commenting on the sections where a crescendo would prove impactful versus a decrescendo. She thought of a student who would fit the piece, writing her name in the top corner with an underline.
Standing up, she slipped the sheet music underneath her arm before walking towards the living room.
Nanami sat in his usual spot, the light from the television flickering off the patio windows though Fumiko noted there was no sound emanating from it.
She moved towards her bag that had been hung on the hook and slid the papers inside. Nanami made to stand, stretching slightly as Yuki hopped off the couch - mimicking his actions.
“I am going downstairs to collect your groceries. I trust you’ll stay put.” he turned in her direction, placing his newspaper on the side table.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Fumiko responded, notably deflated as she walked back towards her room.
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pls pls pls do another aaric graycastle smut because wow did i love your one shot
I am SO HAPPY that everyone enjoyed it! I am willing to do more, I want to delve a little more into Aaric's personality to ensure I am characterizing him well.
I also have thoughts for a Ridoc one shot which I am outlining but have yet to start.
Pairing: Aaric Graycastle x Female OC one shot
Word count: 3.5k
Rating: 18+, mdni
Tags: golden retriever x black cat, fourth wing universe, enemies to lovers, fighting, blood and violence, dominant x submissive, explicit smut
Summary: Aaric Graycastle is surprised to find that Evelina Stormbridge has discerned his true identity. After a night of guard duty Aaric finds that Evelina doesn't dislike him as much as she carries on.
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“As if I don’t know who you are, Aaric,” Evelina bit out, taking a step towards him.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he avoided her gaze, staring past her towards the rush of students in the hall. His blatant disregard for her intelligence seemingly placing Evelina on edge.
“I am a citizen of Navarre, do you believe I am so simple that I do not know what our Prince looks like?” she pierced him with an icy glare.
He took no note of the warning in her tone, acting as if she were merely an inconvenience. “You have me conf-” seething, she stepped behind the pillar - shoving him against the stone.
Aaric’s green eyes widened in surprise, briefly flashing with a hint of admiration. A small smirk threatening the edge of his lip as he leaned his head against the chill of the wall.
“I would be careful of the words that come out of that pretty mouth next. I am unsure you are prepared for the consequences,” her face was angled upwards as she stared him down.
“I wouldn’t dare underestimate you, Evelina,” Aaric’s gaze dragged along the features of her face, hesitating on her lips, before returning to her eyes.
She faltered momentarily, her eyebrows creasing before she shoved his shoulder, “Ensure that you heed that advice for the remainder of your time at Basgiath. However short it may be, Your Grace.”
Evelina adjusted the strap on her shoulder before starting towards Battle Brief, a slight warmth spreading along the tips of her cheeks.
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Aaric found himself unsure how a momentary slip up at the end of Professor Kaori’s class had ended with his back against the wall and the murderous glare of a pretty girl threatening to swallow him whole.
He felt positive that despite valiant effort he would be seeing her lips the next time he showered.
Evelina Stormbridge was a formidable opponent, he had taken notice of her tactics on the mat - they were admirable at best and agonizingly hot at worst. As a fellow first year it was vital to evaluate all of his competition, not just the ones with beautiful form.
She had been sorted into Fourth Wing Claw Section, bonding to a green daggertail which revealed to Aaric that she was notably intelligent but had an unpredictable temper. All five foot five of her had stood in front of him with the aura of a six foot seven man that had a hundred pounds on him.
He shook his head slightly at the thought, a smile playing on his lips at the reminder of her glare.
“Uh, dude, we are plotting here. Care to join?” Ridoc leaned into his vision, his hand splayed in front of Aaric’s eyes. He swatted it out of his face before turning towards Violet.
“I wouldn’t say we are plotting, more preparing for the inevitable crumble of our social structure as we know it,” she cocked her head slightly, pursing her lips.
“You should be a motivational speaker,” retorted Ridoc with a chuckle.
“What an insightful message from our fearless leader,” Rhiannon shook her head.
“I’m not the leader here - you are,” Violet pointed at Rhiannon before continuing. “Listen, all I am saying is that it’s a matter of time before they all turn on the Fliers. It’s our duty to keep them safe. We are going to divide all Fourth Wing out for guard duty.”
Aaric’s gaze darted to the front row where Evelina sat, writing in a notebook as Professor Devera entered the classroom. Her posture quickly straightened, her attention snapping to the board.
“Did you hear me, Aaric?” Violet inquired, her body slightly leaning forward over the desk.
“Heard,” he turned his attention to the front as Battle Brief began.
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The sparring mat spread in front of Evelina as she stretched, unsure of who she would be matched up with for the day. The recent introduction of the Fliers had been a welcome change, she had found herself in desperate need of a worthy opponent.
Her only hope being that they all didn’t disappoint her.
Sitting down with her section, Evelina leaned towards Havana who whispered as she saw Catriona Cordella glaring in Violet Sorrengail’s direction.
“If looks could kill,” she giggled before redirecting her attention to Emetterio who slowly announced the challenges for the day.
A laugh bubbled up from the Flame Section, Ridoc Gamlyn slapping Aaric Graycastle on the back as he continued his commentary. Aaric’s posture stood impossibly straight, his face refusing to feign interest in what Ridoc had to say. His gaze caught momentarily on Evelina who held his stare - her mouth tight as he threw a smile in her direction.
She huffed at his attempt at camaraderie, averting her eyes back towards Havana. The thought of the hunger in his irises as they lingered on her lips crossing her mind - the back of her neck warming.
“Aaric Graycastle and Evelina Stormbridge,” Professor Devera’s voice broke Evelina’s concentration as she gestured towards the mat.
She stood slowly before walking towards the edge of the sparring ring, careful to analyze Aaric’s movements in case they gave her insight to a weak point. She noted that his stride implied he was nimble for his size. Though she would never admit this out loud, she had found herself on a few occasions admiring his work on the mat.
Aaric Graycastle was a formidable opponent, a smile threatened to spread across her face.
“Are you prepared for the consequences, Your Grace?” Evelina straightened before placing herself in a defensive stance. From what she remembered of Aaric he often played defense - she would attempt to draw him from his comfort zone.
“Oh, Evelina, I’ve been dreaming of it,” he smirked before mimicking her stance.
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What Aaric had not counted on was his opponent’s perfume driving him to distraction. He circled Evelina a few times, from what he had catalogued she had an offensive fighting style. He was attempting to calculate the perfect time to strike before she was able.
“Are you waiting for permission to attack, Graycastle?” she asked, her eyebrows raising.
Analyzing her side step, Aaric was unsure if she was attempting to manipulate his emotions - goading him into exposing himself by lunging too early.
“I don’t seek permission to do anything, Evelina. I would think my presence here would make that clear enough for you.” He watched as the corner of her mouth ticked, her eyes darkening.
She lunged in his direction to which he evaded quickly, attempting to strike her side. She rolled out of the way, breathing hard as she stood.
“That was…a choice,” he cocked his head to the side, darting forward in an attempt to catch her off balance. Dodging towards the ground she threw her legs out to trip him. Aaric jumped before kicking at her chest.
Evelina strategically fell backwards, rolling towards the edge of the mat.
“I assumed any spoiled rich kid had to be told what to do. My apologies, Your Grace,” She fell back into pace with him, Aaric frowned before throwing a punch which Evelina dodged - grabbing onto his outstretched arm. Using his momentum she flipped him upside down - he landed hard on the ground.
Evelina stood over him, placing her hands on her knees as she bent down, “I see now that your superior upbringing only contributed to the weight of that ego - I am surprised you were able to stay upright for that long,”
She smiled before retreating from the mat, wiping her hands on her pants. Aaric’s eyes lingered on her frame as she sat back down next to a dark haired girl from the Claw section.
Breathing heavily, Aaric could feel a familiar tugging in his lower stomach.
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The group of Fourth Wing members that had volunteered for Flier guard duty stood in the assembly hall, Rhiannon divided them into groups of two - assigning each to specific areas.
“Aaric, you’re with Evelina ,” Rhiannon pointed to the two before turning towards the next.
“Damn, now if she kicks your ass I won’t be able to watch,” Ridoc whined, shoving Aaric’s back.
Evelina leaned against the wall, her face void of emotion as she pushed from the stone and walked in his direction.
“Good luck, you’re going to need it,” Ridoc whispered before walking back towards Rhiannon.
Aaric took a step towards her, gesturing in the direction of their assignment. She huffed, rolling her eyes before striding down the hall.
“I didn’t take you for a Poromiel apologist,” he stepped carefully in line behind her as they meandered through the area on guard.
“I am not a blind follower,” Evelina retorted, her head on a swivel as they entered the academic wing.
“Neither am I,” Aaric continued down the hall, he noted that Evelina faltered slightly at his comment before bristling - returning to her previous rough demeanor.
A rough clatter to the ground caught their attention as they looked towards a classroom, Evelina threw the door open to find a first year tangled with a second year. Aaric bit back a laugh as pink spread through her cheeks, she began to speak but held her breath instead.
He pointed at the two who had startled at their entrance, “You two, back to your dorms - orders from the higher ups!” They quickly straightened their clothes before rushing out the other door.
She stood in front of him, the burn present on the back of her neck. He leaned down - whispering in her ear, “Everything okay, Evelina?”
Goosebumps erupted along her exposed shoulder - the black tank top a stark contrast to the color threatening to consume the remainder of her body.
She swallowed hard, quick to move forward through the classroom. There was a glint of light streaking from underneath the desk, Evelina leaned down to grasp the object.
“She left he-” she paused as the realization of what she was holding dawned on her.
A pair of pink panties with silver metal hearts in the side gleamed in the moonlight.
“Oh, Evelina,” he murmured as she threw them back to the ground.
“I didn’t realize what they were!” she yelled defensively, turning in his direction.
“Of course you didn’t,” he responded with a sarcastic nod as he took a step in her direction, she shot him a pleading look.
“Please, as if I would even kn-” she paused, shaking her head. “I just mean, I wouldn’t want to pick up someone else-”
Aaric chuckled, taking another step towards her. Evelina retreated slightly, the back of her knees hitting the desk, “I am not explaining myself to the likes of you.”
He momentarily admired the moonlight streaming over her features, the pink of her nose as it scrunched in frustration. He dragged his gaze down to her lips, he could almost taste them - how soft they would feel against his own.
Evelina squirmed slightly under his gaze, “Listen here, Graycastle. Let’s get one thing straight. I could easily take you down right here, right now if I wanted to.”
“Do you want to?” Aaric asked, his lips curling into a smirk.
She hesitated, noting how his sandy brown locks fell forward onto his forehead as he leaned towards her.
“You know, Evelina. There are other things that this pretty mouth can do,” his breath was hot on her face as he neared her lips.
She swallowed hard, “We have a job to do, Your Grace.” Her eyes betrayed her - darting down towards his lips.
“Oh, please, Evelina. You haven’t thought about the job once in the last five minutes and we both know it,” she had fully backed against the desk, sitting slightly on the wood as Aaric occupied the space between her legs - staring down at her.
He reached his hand out, one finger tipping her chin upwards, “Admit it. You want to kiss me as bad as I want to kiss you.”
Evelina licked her lips quickly, his green eyes boring into hers, “I abstain from the question,” her teeth clenched.
Aaric chuckled softly, “Why is that?”
She sighed before responding, “As a rule, I do not lie,” the realization flashed across Aaric’s eyes before his gaze darkened.
“Oh, fuck it,” he muttered before he pressed his lips hungrily against hers.
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Evelina gasped as he collided with her, his kiss desperately consuming her. Her eyes fluttered closed, she instinctively leaned her head back as his tongue swiped against the inside of her lower lip.
A moan slipped from her throat, she flinched as he pulled away from her.
“I know you can do better than that, Evelina. Now lay back,” Aaric licked his lips, straightening.
The haze of lust crowded her mind as she slowly pushed herself back onto the desk, leaning back on her hands as she watched him drink in her body.
His tall form bathed in the soft light of the sky, she could not help but admire how attractive he looked standing over her.
Though she noted that this was the only time she would ever let a man above her.
“You’re so beautiful,” Aaric whispered, his hand sliding along the outside of her thigh.
“Even when I am kicking your ass on the mat?” Evelina breathed out a small laugh as he slid his hands towards her hips, his finger tracing the bare skin exposed by her tank top riding up.
“Especially when you’re kicking my ass on the mat,” he murmured, a shiver sliding through her as his knuckle pulled the waistline down slightly.
Her breath hitched, “Lift your hips, Evelina,” he instructed - his eyes hazy with desire.
Bracing her hands on the woods, she pulled her hips into the air as Aaric slid the fabric down her legs before throwing them onto the ground. He gazed down at her hungrily, sliding his hand along her bare thighs before placing his palms underneath her knees - pushing them back.
Evelina’s hands slid along the wood as he maneuvered her - her legs bent as she was splayed in front of him.
“Exactly what I thought…beautiful,” his eyes dragged along her exposed middle - warmth spreading along her face as he licked his lips.
He slid his hands along her inner thighs before tracing a finger down her heat, she tensed at his touch.
“I thought you disliked me, Evelina?” he teased, “This suggests otherwise.”
“I don’t dislike you, Graycastle,” she replied softly, “Honestly, I respect you for turning against your own blood in order to stand up for what is right.”
Evelina paused, surprised at her honesty, “Tell anyone I said that and I really will kill you.”
Aaric’s features softened at her confession, his eyes analyzing her face before sighing.
“Heard,” he slowly bent down to his knees, Evelina leaned forward to watch his descent. At his height he was eye level with where she regrettably wanted him most.
“Are you going to analyze my moves here, too?” he asked with a quirk of his brow. Evelina straightened her shoulders before opening her mouth to protest.
His tongue swirled around her clit in an agonizing circle, her words caught in her throat as her head slowly lulled backwards.
Oh, fuck.
Aaric pressed his palms into the back of her thighs, forcing her legs further backwards. The angle change elicited a strangled moan from Evelina’s lips, she quickly pressed her hand to her mouth.
Pausing, he pressed his thumb to her clit and rubbed softly before straightening.
“Now, Evelina, take that hand off your mouth. I want to hear you,” his voice was deeper, husky with lust.
She paused briefly, her eyes widening as he increased the pace - staring at her intently as she slowly dragged her hand from her lips.
“Good girl,” he breathed before pressing his lips to the lower part of her stomach - sliding one finger inside of her.
Evelina jolted, arching her back with a soft moan. She could hear his low chuckle as he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, a second finger slipping into her growing wetness.
Aaric maintained a rhythm as he kissed the opposite thigh - feeling the reverberation of her trembling.
He slowly licked her clit eliciting a sharp hiss before sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh, Gods,” Evelina moaned, gripping the edge of the desk.
“Your Grace,” he corrected before repeating the motion with his tongue.
She bucked her hips against his mouth as his fingers continued in an agonizing rhythm that had her teetering on the edge. The familiar build simmered in her core as she writhed against his tongue.
Aaric increased the pace of his fingers as he sucked her clit inwards, Evelina tumbled over the edge - grasping onto his hair as she arched backwards, “O-oh, fuck, Aaric.”
Breathing heavily, she slumped against the desk as he straightened - looming over her. He licked his lips before reaching his fingers in her direction, “Taste yourself,” he demanded.
Evelina sucked a breath in before opening her mouth slightly, he slid inside - she wrapped her lips on the knuckle before her tongue swirled around her wetness.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured before sliding one hand to trace her neck and the other over her breast. He pulled the tank top down, exposing her nipple to the cool air. Aaric leaned down and sucked it into his mouth.
Evelina wrapped a hand around the back of his neck instinctively, arching into his touch as she moaned. He pressed a soft kiss to her neck before mimicking his previous action with her other breast.
He groaned as she lifted her hips to drag herself along his pants, “Aren’t you impatient?”
Aaric dragged a finger across her sensitive clit, she tensed against him with a hiss.
“What a needy little thing,” he whispered before pressing his lips against hers, Evelina wrapped her legs around his waist before sliding her free hand into his hair. She was desperate for contact, sliding her tongue into his mouth as he pressed his hard length against her bare skin.
She pulled away, her face flushed as she bit out, “Listen, Graycastle, if you don’t fuck me right now I am going to take matters into my own hands,”
Aaric smirked, “Next time, I am taking you up on that offer, Evelina.” he unbuckled the belt allowing his pants to fall to his ankles.
Evelina swallowed hard as his length sprung free, cocking her head to the side at how big it appeared.
No wonder he had an ego.
She leaned back onto her elbows, pulling her knees back as she stared Aaric in the eyes.
He groaned at the action before grabbing her thighs, sliding her to the edge of the desk. He slid himself against her, gathering the wetness. She shivered at the friction against her clit, her body so warm that she felt as though she was going into a frenzy.
“Stop playing around, Graycastle,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering.
“I thought it was Aaric? Or is that only when I am making you cum?” he smirked before sliding himself inside - he hissed as she moaned. The slow spread rushed to Evelina’s head, the feeling of fullness increasing as she took him inch by inch.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he gritted out as he pressed his palms to the back of her thighs as he peered down at where they were connected. Once he was fully seated inside of her, he paused - his eyes fluttering closed before he sighed.
Aaric opened his eyes, staring down at Evelina’s flushed face as he began to slowly move inside of her.
She groaned as the pleasure spread from the edge of her toes to the tip of her nose, a slow tingle passing through her legs.
His green eyes bore into hers as she tilted her head back, he increased the pace - pressing her knees further back. The angle change had him slipping deeper inside of her.
“O-oh, fuck, don’t stop,” Evelina moaned, desperately grabbing his hips.
“No intention of that, I promise,” Aaric gritted out, as his rhythm slammed into her.
She tightened against him as the pleasure reverberated through her, her head dizzy as his pace was relentless, “P-please, fuck. Harder, Aaric,” she begged.
He shifted slightly and followed her instruction - her moans turning into whines as she fell over the edge again. Her legs shaking under his palms as he continued to pound into her, the sound of her wetness echoing through the classroom.
His movements became erratic as his groans deepened, Aaric’s voice raspy as his head fell to her shoulder - bucking inside of her, “F-fuck, Evelina,”
Aaric breathed heavily, the warmth spreading inside of her as she let her head fall against the wood. He straightened slightly, his green eyes searching her own.
“No Your Grace?” Aaric inquired with a smirk, Evelina smacked him on the shoulder with a shake of her head.
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Note from the author: Unfortunately I have fallen in love with Evelina so let me know if y'all want more of these two or if a different pairing is what you want to see (I am pondering a Ridoc one shot but have to find a good female OC for him)
The musings of an Aaric Graycastle x Intelligent Feisty Female OC one shot that ends with him telling her what to do (if you know what I mean)
I have been feverishly writing for two hours because I am desperate for this version of Aaric but trying to truly encapsulate him
(This section is from her POV, by the by - so don't read too far into what she thinks his intentions are)
Unfortunately, it is deeply ingrained within my soul - etched onto my very being - that I can't provide a one shot without supplying a compelling female OC.
So, this Aaric one shot will have a new citizen of Navarre. For that, I am sorry BUT it will come with smut...so...you're welcome?
girl i'm literally begging you for crumbs of an aaric oneshot- he's been hot since iron flame like?? his height? his "keep your boyfriend the fuck away from me"? js sighing and dragging violent thru the wards then crouching down to check if she's okay? then his intelligence in Onyx Storm? all the languages? his casual flexes of title? UGH. he might actually rival Xaden as It boy this book sorry not sorry
No because I COMPLETELY understand you.
The fact that he rebels against his lineage and royal status? How intelligent he is? How hard he works to prove himself without a title?
This boy is SO HOT.
Let me re-read some of his (and Ridoc's because that is my funny book bf) parts - I have to really get into character to be able to do this justice. I am READY.
