Update! I have been a wreck all week because I have college essays due. Then last night, my cat had a medical emergency. He won't be home until tomorrow, so I have cried a lot.
Please wish him luck!
Next week, I'll try to get out Birthday Girl (Nanami Kento x Reader) prt 2 and Cross My Heart and Hope to Die (Andy x Reader x Leyley)
a/n: me when big arms𤤠this was supposed to be under 1k words and it ended up being 2k oopsie
cw: smut, bicep riding, i attempt to make him dirty talk, unprotected pnv intercourse, he's a little mean, implied fem!reader but no pronouns used
Katsuki was looking at you like youâd grown four extra ears. Eyes wide - then narrowed - eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched. And it was for no reason, really. You hadnât done anything weird, just-
â-said, âCan I ride your biceps?ââ You popped a hip, hands propped up on them as you grinned at him - head cocked.
One eye twitched. His nostrils flared.
âWhy the fuck do you wanna do that?â
It was your turn to stare at him in bewilderment, gesturing at him, âUm, because theyâre huge? And hot? And why wouldnât I?â
You skipped across the few feet separating you, poking one of his arms for emphasis. His bicep twitched under your touch like it had a mind of its own. Heat crawled up your neck, but you didnât pull away. Instead, you let your palm flatten, sliding slowly over the smooth skin that stretched tight across his hard muscle.
âSeriously,â you murmured, voice dropping into a sincere tone. âTheyâre ridiculous. Like⌠carved out of marble or something. I just wanna feel what itâs like to-â
â-ride âem,â he cut you off with a snort. âI heard you the first two times, dumbass.â His tone was rough, but he didnât push you off.
If anything, he shifted his stance, shoulders rolling back as he flexed deliberately under your fingers. The definition popped even harder, veins tracing faint lines beneath the surface. Your mouth went dry.
He rolled his eyes - reading you easily - and bent down to throw you over his shoulder in one easy motion, âCâmon then, pervert.â
The view from his shoulder was sinful - his slim waist, the defined muscle under his tank top, the curve of his ass in those grey sweatpants. You couldnât resist reaching down to give him a squeeze with a cheeky giggle. He growled a warning, pinching your thigh lightly.
He kicked the bedroom door open, crossing the room in a few large steps. He tossed you onto the bed, hands immediately finding the hem of your shorts, pulling them - and your panties - down in one go.
You giggled as the cool air hit you, resting one foot against his thigh, âSomeoneâs eager.â
âYeah, you,â His hand found your ankle, the other swiping your folds. âFuckinâ soaked already.â
He crawled onto the bed, sitting back against the headboard, one arm extended - palm up. His fingers were glinting lightly with your slick. You sat up, hesitating for all of one second before he scowled, reaching out to tug you forward, âCâmon, I ainât got all night.â
He did, in fact, have all night - neither of you had plans the next day. You knew the real reason behind his agitation - the twitching bulge in his sweatpants gave away the excitement in his veins.
You bit your lip to hide a smile, crawling over to him. You swung one leg over his arm, thighs stretching as you hovered over the firm muscle. One large hand rested against your back, keeping you steady. The other found your hip as he spoke, looking up at you with a scowl, âQuit hesitating. You were so confident a minute ago. Prove it wasnât all talk.â
You huffed, bracing yourself on the headboard, âGive me a second, hotshot. Iâve never done this before.â
He scoffed, squeezing your hip. His eyes flicked down to your dripping sex before finding yours again, âHow the hell is this any different from riding my thigh?â
You threw your head back, groaning dramatically, ââCause it just is! Now shut up and flex.â
Katsuki rolled his eyes so hard it looked like it hurt, but listened anyway. The already defined lines of his arm grew bigger, veins popping out as he contracted the muscle. Your hips didnât move, but his arm brushed against your lips anyways.
You let out a small whine as you sank down, covering the hand on your hip with your own. He let out a groan at the feeling of your warm juices soaking his bicep, pressing his forehead into your stomach.
âCanât believe youâre really doinâ it,â his breath was hot against your skin.
You rolled your hips once, clit dragging alone the peak of his arm. The muscle jumped and flexed under you as he adjusted, veins standing out sharply under your soaked pussy. A needy sound escaped your throat.
âFuck, thatâs hot,â you gasped, gripping the headboard tighter, moving the other hand to his shoulder for leverage. You started moving properly - slow grinds at first, then building into a steady rhythm, sliding back and forth along the length of his arm.
Katsuki pulled his head back, watching you with dark, half-lidded eyes - jaw tight. His eyes flicked from your face, to your hips, to your slick pussy stretched across his arm. Every time you rolled forward, your clit caught perfectly on the thickest part of his bicep, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through you. Your juices ran freely now, dripping down his body and onto the sheets.
âYouâre fuckinâ filthy,â he growled. âHow long you been thinkinâ about this, huh?â
His hand squeezed your hip, pushing you down harder on the muscle as he flexed again. The movement sent little shocks through your body, rock-solid muscle expanding underneath you.
âA while,â you gasped, pushing yourself back against his bent forearm for leverage. âYouâre just so pretty, Kats.â
He let out a huff, âYeah? You look fuckinâ gorgeous like this. Rubbinâ on my arm like some desperate slut.â
You could only moan in response, hips stuttering as pleasure coiled tight and hot in your belly. He shifted his arm slightly, angling it so the thickest part rubbed relentlessly against you with every roll. The friction was maddening - too much and not enough all at once.
You panted, grinding down harder. Your voice came out light and breathless, âWanted to feel how strong you are- fuck- right there-â
Katsukiâs breath hitched. His cock was straining painfully against his sweatpants, a dark wet spot forming at the tip. His hand left your hip, palming himself roughly through the fabric as he watched you use his arm.
âFaster,â he ordered, voice strained. âCâmon, ride it like you mean it.â
You obeyed, thighs burning as you picked up the pace. The slick glide of your pussy over his hot skin, the way his muscle jumped and flexed under you with every thrust of your hips - it was perfect. Your clit throbbed, sparks shooting up your spine with every pass.
He leaned in, teeth grazing your stomach before biting down lightly, sucking a mark into your skin, âGonna cum all over my arm, arenât you? Make a mess like the little pervert you are.â
The words tipped you over. Your rhythm broke, hips jerking erratically as the orgasm crashed into you. You cried out his name, thighs clamping around his arm as you shook and pulsed, fresh slick gushing over his bicep and dripping onto the sheets. He kept flexing through it, milking every last wave until you were whimpering, oversensitive and trembling.
You slumped forward, forehead pressed to his hair, trying to catch your breath. The hand on your back to rub slow circles into your skin, surprisingly gentle for a few moments.
He gave you roughly fifteen seconds before flipping you over, leaning down to press his forehead to yours, âGonna let me fuck this pretty pussy now?â
You bucked your hips up into his dick, the wet spot on his sweatpants tapping your clit, âYes, please Kats.â
He grinned, sharp and feral, before leaning back on his heels to pull his clothes down enough to free his cock. It was flushed an angry red, tip steadily leaking pre-cum.
âYâthink you can take me with no prep?â His eyes fixated on yours.
You bit your lip. He was big, always prepping you with three fingers before entering. But, you were also really horny - and didnât exactly feel like waiting any longer.
Nodding, you grabbed his hair to pull him into a heated kiss. You pulled back, murmuring into his lips, âBe gentle?â
Katsukiâs grin sharpened - all teeth and hunger - but his eyes softened just a fraction at your whispered plea, âTch. As if Iâd hurt you, dumbass.â
He kissed you again - hard, claiming, tongue sliding against yours like he was trying to devour the words right out of your mouth. One broad hand gripped your thigh, spreading you open as he lined himself up.
The blunt head of his cock nudged your soaked entrance, slick and hot. You were still fluttering from your first orgasm - the stretch when he pushed in was immediate and intense. A low groan tore from his throat as he sank the first few inches, your walls clenching greedily around him.
âFuck- so tight,â he hissed through gritted teeth. His hips rolled forward slowly, giving you time to adjust even as his arms trembled with the effort of holding back. Veins stood out along his forearms, the same ones still glistening with your release. âBreathe, baby. Thatâs it.â
You whimpered into his mouth, nails digging into his strong shoulders as he bottomed out. The fullness was overwhelming - thick, heavy, pressing against every sweet spot inside you. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to yours while you both panted.
Then he started moving.
Slow, deep strokes at first, grinding his hips into yours. Each thrust dragged against your walls, pulling filthy wet sounds from where you were joined. His bicep flexed beside your head as he braced himself, the muscle youâd just ridden now taut and glistening with sweat.
âStill think my arms are the best part?â he growled, voice rough with restraint. He hiked one of your legs higher around his body, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes, âOr is my cock better?â
You couldnât even answer properly - just a broken moan as pleasure sparked up your spine. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, urging him deeper. Katsuki cursed under his breath and gave you what you wanted, picking up speed. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts, headboard knocking against the wall in a steady rhythm.
He dropped his head to your neck, sucking and biting marks into your skin while one hand slid between you to circle your swollen clit, âCâmon, ride my dick like you rode my arm. Show me how bad you need it.â
You did - hips rolling up to meet every thrust, grinding against his pelvis when he pressed deep. The coil in your belly wound tighter and tighter, faster this time, fueled by how full you felt and the raw power rolling through his body.
âKatsuki- fuck, Iâm close- â
âYeah? Gonna cum on my cock this time?â He slammed in harder, sweat dripping from his brow onto your chest. His voice dropped into a snarl, âDo it. Soak me. Wanna feel you milking me dry.â
His fingers pressed firmer on your clit, thumb rubbing tight circles, and that was it. You shattered with a cry, back arching off the bed as your second orgasm ripped through you. Your pussy fluttered and clenched around him, gushing fresh slick down his length and onto the sheets.
Katsuki groaned loud and broken, hips stuttering as he chased his own release. âThatâs it - good girl.â
A few more brutal thrusts and he buried himself deep, spilling inside you with a guttural moan. His cock pulsed hot and heavy, filling you until you felt it leaking out around him.
He picked his head up, pecking your lips lightly as he pulled out of you with a hiss. You expected him to lie next to you - pull you into his chest like he usually did. Instead, he flopped down on top of you, shoving his face into the crook of your neck.
âStill think youâre a pervert,â his voice was muffled by your hair.
You spoke through a smile, âYeah, and you love me anyways.â
He shoved his face into your skin even further, sighing deeply.
summary Landlord Geto can't take the silence anymore. Time to take a trip up the elevator.
warning mature, smut, voyeurism, non-con, cheating?, masturbation, cock sucking, forced imprisonment 1.8k
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Geto Suguru spent his nights in the room over from yours.Â
The peephole he drilled made him feel like a sleazy Peeping Tom. But the way his cock pulsed in his fisted grip felt all too vindicating to stop.
You shimmed out of your form-fitting slacks. The deep black pulled away so he could see the creamy flesh of your thighs.Â
Dimpled with cellulite. Scarred with stretch marks that cupped your lewd bum, trailed around the curve of your childbearing hips.
You wore strippy panties with a lace detailing that dipped between the crack of your ass.Â
Oh, how he wanted to take you by the hips and penetrate your whorish pussy.
Sopping. Begging.Â
Velvety and tight as a cock ring.
He yearned for you so. He hated your silence.
You refused to talk to him, your gracious landlord, who cared more for you than any of the other tenants.Â
He built his routine around your comings and goingsâyou should know he cared.Â
You should be cordial at the very least. But at the sight of him, you would duck your head, scurrying like a rat to the comfort of your apartment.
Each morning, he cornered you against the front desk.Â
His stupid poor thing was a forgetful girl.Â
In your first few months, you would apologize profusely while asking him to look for your complex keys.Â
He looked forward to his phone ringing, your name blown huge on his phone.
Geto hardly minded the excuse to enter your home.
He felt less perverted in those times.
You gave him a reason to enter; he felt like a lover, and his girlfriend relied on him.
Geto adored your sly sense of flirting.
Sure, he would grab your keys, and in the process, he found the hamper tucked in the corner of your bathroom. He dug in the dirty clothes pile.
Fishing out ruffled socks. Or your most moistened of underwear.
You had a knack for leaving important things behind, so you didnât question much when items went missing. But you were coming to discard him as such.
He wouldnât have that.
So for weeks, he insisted you double-check your person.
Plus, it was adorable how your face darkened with irritation as you unzipped your purse. His breath ghosted your nape, the hair blown, framing your neck.
He made you shiver.
This is what you get for ignoring him.Â
Again, the least you can do is offer a brief conversation.
But if you hadnât started this absurd game⌠this silent treatment, Geto would not have drilled that hole through your wall.Â
He would not have refused renters who were desperate for a home.
You were being so selfish. You should feel guilty.
You pushed his hand; this was the only way Geto could check on you.
Watching your swelled, malleable tits hang in the air became his favorite pastime.
The walls were thin. He could hear you move through the motion.Â
You settling onto your knees, back arched and looking like a pliant sex slave. Any time he caught you gurgling on another maleâs cock, Geto imagined your cheeks hollow and milking him. The veins of his shaft strained as he held in his cum
You looked like a haunting seductrice.
A master of pleasure.
Yet, if you were before him, you would look even more like the devilish temptress. One in whom he would happily drown himself in the slick of her pussy, which he watched wetting the carpets.
Geto grumbled. His lips ached with the force of his teeth biting into his flesh.
He tried to stay quiet.
Yet, he choked on a moan that vibrated throughout his chest.
He vibrated, lost in the throes of pleasure sinking deep into his skin. He needed your precious pussy pulsating around his engorged shaft.Â
He imagined you bent into a mating press. Your hips in the air, as he pistoned you from behind. You will be forever begging and screaming as he takes you to the hilt.Â
His balls hitting at the bitable dip between ass and thigh.
Geto couldnât take the distance anymore.Â
The walls. The space. The clipped speech.
You needed to learn your place.
Mediocre sex with your boyfriend⌠please, you could do way better.
â
âSee yâa tonight,â Naofumi rushed. Grabbing his coat as he dipped his head to yours.
You sighed, rolling your eyes before softly reciprocating his chaste kiss.
Your boyfriend stroked your cheek.Â
Petting at your cheekbone before rushing squirely from the cafe.
Left alone, you lifted the styrofoam cup to your lips. Desperately in need of caffeine to swallow up the budding words. Naofumi only had time for a brief breakfast.
The whole time he talked about his new promotion.
You were excited for him. This new change meant a lot: He would move into a nicer apartment from the shitty back-alley one he occupied.
But that didnât mean you were in his plans.
Despite being high school sweethearts, Naofumi made no clear plans for marriage. Or to move in together. You felt like he was stringing you along.
You knew you needed to say something. Anything was better than nothing.
The changes didnât seem noticeable until you turned his words over like a record player.
Instead of we, it was all meâwhat I am doing.
And the sex wasnât even good anymore!! Itâs like he stopped trying!
You groaned, folding in on yourself.
You didnât overstay your welcome.
After a ten-minute wallow session, you found yourself at the glass doors that signified the start of a very awkward encounter.
You could even see your landlord staring bullets at you as you lingered right before the threshold. His crush on you was unsettling at best, and damn overbearing at worst.
Like a great dane prepared for his owner's return.
Intimidating.Â
Large. Vicious.
âWelcome back.â Geto lifted his chin, waving you over to his desk.
âMorning,â you mumbled. You bowed slightly, stepping towards the elevator.
The Greek Adonis personified bolted into your direct path; strong biceps pushed his plus tits to attention. You flushed with heat, feeling your face burn.
You were deeply affected by his presence.Â
Whether you wanted to admit that was a separate story.
Youâve fantasized (thank god for sex toys) over what it would mean to dump Naofumi and allow yourself to fall into the gravitational pull of your landlord.
But you loved Naofumi.
You tried to sidestep Geto, failing to meet his gaze.
He stepped to the side. In. Front. Of. You.
âIs there something you need? Geto-san?â You clutched your purse tighter against your side. Your eyes locked with his. Your face contorted into an irritated scrunch.
Was he going to ask to see your keys again!? He already did when you left!
âTake me to your unit,â Geto commanded.
Other tenants leaving the complex regarded his hulking frame and how you appeared to be in trouble. What could the girl have done to the jacked landlord?
Who knows! Spin a wheel, take a guess, and anyone could guess before you figure it out.
âExcuse me!?â You stumbled back. Appalled at his tone.
Thatâs the thing about Getoâhe made you mad for the simple fact that heâs overbearing.
âWhatâs the reason?â
Your landlord slipped behind you frame; he gently shoved you forward, pushing at the dimples of your back. The spot that had you mewling during sex.
His natural musk reminded you of summer storms and log cabins, and it was everywhere.
âA few of the units have been experiencing some plumbing problemsâŚâ Geto-san led you into the elevator. âThere. Thatâs my reason why.â
âWhat bullshit,â you grumbled.
âYeahâI have something to discuss with you.â
Tapping your feet, you prepared for the awkward ride up. You had nothing to say, so you werenât starting this conversation.
The metal door creaked ever so sluggishly.Â
You hit your floor button, and the metal box began its routine climb to the tenth floor.
Between the sixth and seventh landing, Geto punched the control panel.
The elevator jolted to a quick stop. The emergency alarm triggered, blasting in your ears.
You weaved a false laugh. Weighed down by nerves and a sense of incredulous disbelief.
This was NOT happening!
âGeto-san. Please⌠Let me out. What is this?â
âYou want to continue living here? There are some new ground rules, and I thought this would be the best way to get my point across.â
Getoâs voice was cold, feigning a despondent tone that held all the tells of insincerity.
His broad mass blocked the doors. You were trapped.
You were shaking. Fear kept your legs locked in place.
Geto stared down at you from the bridge of his nose. âOne,â he drawled.
âBreak up with that boy toy of yours. If I see him here, I will kill him.â His voice held steady. âWatching his half-assed attempts at fucking you⌠Itâs painful. You donât even get off.â
Your heart was racing.
You felt the onslaught of an up-and-coming panic attack.Â
He was there.
âTwo, you donât need to work. Iâll comp your rent, so quit.â
âHaââ You clenched your teeth. âNone of that is simple. Or reasonable. What the fuck!â
âIt is. Two conversations. Or you could ghost both. Will that boy even notice?â
You threw your cup, filled with lukewarm coffee, at his feet as if to draw some line in the sand. âWhat does my life have anything to do with yours!?â
Geto predatorily moved. Your tantrum fizzled out at the domineering approach.
You were like a child braced for their fatherâs reprimanding hand.
âLast rule, so listen carefully. From now until the day you die, weâre partners. Your issues, body, care, are all my concern. So start by saying my name. Su-Gu-Ru.â
â
Hair clung to your body. You couldnât tell which of it was yours or his.
Your head lulled to the side, weighed down by what felt like a sticky mixture of coffee and cumâwhich soaked into your hair like a mop.
You felt sweaty. Gummy to the touch. Geto had your back pressed into the corner. Your back cramped, and this shooting pain had taken root all along your spine.Â
You hissed, âSuâstop. I caâAh!â
He readjusted his angle for the millionth time, thrusting up in a harsh hit.
Your pelvis flattened against his washboard abs. Your clit swollen and catching on his skin. The ends of his charcoal hair tickled your over-electrified bud.Â
Your pussy tensed, shuddering around Getoâs cock.Â
You whined, âNo⌠cummed⌠too⌠muchâŚâ
He chuckled, pushing his palm onto the base of your belly.Â
âThatâs my little slut. Give me one more? Yeah?â
You were his perfect cock warmer. Even if Geto tried to pull out, he knew your pretty pussy would just suck him further in. You threw another fit, kicking your legs and throwing your arms, pounding against his chest, pushing at his face.Â
Your sobs rang hollow and helpless; you would do anything to get him off you.
His cock reached deeper than your boyfriend ever could. The mushroom head crammed to the deepest depths. You hiccuped, body on fire.
Naofumi was nowhere near as big or girthy.Â
And you felt so full. Stuffed. Twitching and pulsating on his dick.
Geto edged himself against your inner walls.
All that your life would amount to started in that stuffy, locked elevator.
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Our Midnight Moth, We Caught (Part One)
Yandere! Cardan & Jude x Changeling! Human! F!Reader
note maybe a day late, never hurts
warning mature, running from an abusive relationship, child kidnapping implied, forced imprisonment, sexual assault/drugging, smut. 2.6k
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Blink, and itâs gone. The Midnight Moths float away.
Despite the stars that brighten the night, they donât mean much to the blur of time.
And like the moth, you slipped off to the stable to meet an easily bribed, begrudging, slouched man with tusks for teeth and skin the deep orange of an egg yolk.Â
Trevon is the only stable hand aroused by the proposition of underhanding the crownâs ordersâyou just needed the proper offer.Â
Frame drums beat like the heart of the dance, and its all-encompassing sound drowns out yours. Yet, it quiets as you dart from beneath the castleâs hill. The feverish crescendo of a soft wooden rebec spurred your steps as it harmonized with a more seductively haunting instrument. It almost made you turn back.
Music in Faerie was in itself a monster of jubilant trickery designed for a never-ending waltz much like the immortal beings who danced it.Â
The revelry must go onâdespite crimson-covered soles from human feet grown raw.
Faeries were cruel creatures after all, and none would be the wiser of you sneaking off.
Being the mortal princess of Elfhame earned you nothing.
Like a Midnight Moth, you are thereâthen gone.
A blur over pasture fields, or on the pebbled shores of lone riverbedsâoften found surrounding the Lake of Masks. And any night you chose to depart alone, you would go there.
You had made the trip often enough so that it was to be expected of you.
Nothing suspicious as long as you were back before the sun.
You scurried through the outdoor garden, approaching the grand stable.
Trevon chewed a wheat stalk between his teeth as he saddled your earthen mare. His tusks gave him a walrish look, which you kept silent about as you approached.Â
âHere,â You held out three feather quills roped in golden twine made from your prized peacockâa dowry gifted by your husband, Cardan Greenbrair, on your wedding night. You rummaged through your other coat pocket, and you produced a small glass jar filled with ink made from hand-ground obsidian.Â
The dust still coated your nailbeds.
Your wife, Jude Durate, always admonished you at the sight.
She did not want you roughing up your hands like hers were.
Trevon huffed. âPrincess. Donât make the king and queen wait too long for your return. I would rather keep unnecessary conversations to my novels.â He finished buckling the horse, untying the reins wrapped around the rungs on the side of the lavish barn.
âI promise.â You traded those items for your horse. âAs always.â
He kicked over a stool so you could easily climb onto the saddle.Â
Once situated, Trevon whistled low between his pursed, swollen lips. âGive âem a hell of a run, princess.â He smacked your horseâs arse.
You choked on a half-laugh. Not sure how to take the manâs words.
Hooves cracked down on discarded branches.
Wind whipped harshly over your eyes, carding through your hair as if to pull the strands from your scalp. Your thighs trembled, spasming on the leather saddle as your horse bolted over the terrain. You had until the sun rose to make it off Insmire.
Silver trunks and bleached leaves blurred together.
The buzz of bees high in Milkwood trees drowned the whinny of your horse.
âFuck,â You cursed due to the strain mounting in your lower half. You hadnât ridden so competitively since your equestrian days.
Hearty vines, loose and sentient, wrapped around your arms, tugging at you to slow.
You wanted nothing to do with them, so you batted at the tendrils and their bleached leaves. Hoping your husband would stop imploring his magic.
Being ordained by the crown unlocked a mastery over the lands for Cardan.
He knew where you were at all times, a caveat to these adventures taken under the nose of Jude. The agreement was that he would distract your wife with daubachours displays. Over-indulgence in sex, drink, and impish acts of love.
Yes, you had no escort, but the whole of Elfhame became all the more traitorous.
The Lake of Masks was your retreat, a reward dangled in your face.
You played your part.
That was the most freedom you were allowed.
Yetâmaybe, your nature, which deemed you a liar, held the most truth.Â
Because after tonight you would claim all that was taken from you.
First would be your right to choose.
Tightening on the reins, your horseâs wild gallop slowed to a brisk trot as you approached the lake. Your chest constricted at how your mother, Derya, paced with nerves. Your brother, Alieo, sat to the side on a boulder as large as the Ragwort Steeds, gnawing on grass.
They both wore blindfolds embossed in iron, shaped in an ornamental design.
Their skin absorbed the light, obsidian black, and to the touch, theyâd both felt like a cool gemstoneâs edge. Both were slender-framed; neither looked anything like you.
You were all human.
âThis is stupid, girl!â Your mother seethed. âI wanted to be no part of this.â
âThen why did you come, Mama?â You swung yourself down.
âIâyou are my daughter! I took you in when I wanted child.â Her accent was as thick as her navy hair that gleamed like the deepest depths of water. âYou were everything to me; now you are the crownâs. I came to convince you to see reason.â
âBut⌠the blindfold, mama.â You cocked your head, allowing an insincere quiver to break through your voice.
âSmartass.â Alieo scoffed.
âMust you be difficult, girl! I am putting your best interest before mine. Come home; I had your room cleââ
âNo.â
âNo?â
âMama, I canât. TheyâI,â You sucked in a haggard breath. âThey are going to know I planned to leave them either wayâŚâ
Your voice was small, pitiful.
Mamaâs clawed-tipped fingers scraped at your hairline, massaging into your temple as she did when you were a child making a fuss. âThat wonât matter as long as you do not leave Elfhame. They will forgive you.â
Shaking your head, you wrapped your arm around her waist. Sobs wrecked your body.
âPlease donât stop me. My whole life⌠I have been taken, and takenâthereâs nothing left for me to give⌠never beenâIâŚI have not had a real choice since the day you stole me to Elfhame. Theyâve hurt me. I canât tell them no.â
You broke in that moment.
Alieo sucked in air, sounding like a whistle or more like a short fuse.
Something smacked hard into the ground, and your horse was frightened, letting loose a whinney and hectic clops behind you.Â
âI never wished you such a life.â Derya tightened you to her chest.
âAll I ever wanted was for you to be happy. Iâd looked up to Madoc for how he raised Jude, and I thought I could have my own human child. I thought she⌠at least, wouldâve loved you more than I ever could. It breaks my heart to learn otherwise.â
Your knees wobbled. âI love you, mama.â
âMaybe you shouldnât. Your love was never mine to take.â Derya untangled you from herself. Cupping your cheek, you saw how her blindfold blotched with tears. âI took that choice from you.â
âNo⌠no. You didnât.â
âYes, sweet girl. I did. I was selfish.â Mama petted over your arms. Your head.Â
She stopped right where your heart is. âNow go make a home for yourself on Earth. Thâthat is your birthright. I wonât stop you.â
Alieo choppily spoke as if the words were tar. âYes. Letâs go. Before they come.â
âYou must take care of her.â
âI promise. Sheâs my sister.â
âWonât I see you again?â You whined.
âLike a moth, I will seek the light.â Derya kissed your nose.
You allowed Alieo to guide you by the heel of his palm, which skated across your shoulder blades. The Ragwort Steeds were packed with leather duffel bags filled with mortal clothing. âAre you sure you can ride alone?âÂ
You nodded, flipping your hood over the crown of your head.
In the air, everything looks insignificant.
Not your mother who waved somberly as you left.
Then came the ripple of her magic.
Transforming her body until she became one with the Midnight Moths.
Blink. And. Then. Gone, despite the stars that brighten the night; she blurs until you canât tell which moth is her. But you have always looked for her.
â
There were no set rules for divorce in Elfhameâunheard of reallyâsince fae promises are stagnantly true. So you ran, determined to make your way to Earth.
You succeeded, however dissonant the feelings of joy may be.
All you had to offer as warning was a simple parchment stating your wish of annulment.
Folded and tucked into the fabrics of your nestâa great chamber filled with velvet pillows and spider-silk blankets, leopard hides, and cotton-fleece threads. The room was attached to the royal quarters, and deep mahogany curtains hung from the arches, separating it. However sheer the material was, it gave you some privacy.
You remembered this grand willow tree had sprung from the floorboards.
Right before your eyes.
Cardanâs magic commanded that it grew, and you guffawed at the sight.Â
Hopelessly transfixed on the sprout turned into a magnificent elder.
And while its trunk thickened, your husbandâs ringed fingers pressed into the flesh of your ass. He groped and spread the globes apart. Dark, bruised flesh kept you off-kilter and aching, and you whined as he pressed deeper into that skin which begged for mercy.Â
Clicking his tongue, Cardan stepped back, admiring your hole that tightened on the tip of his thumb. He pushed deeper. You flailed your head.
Yet, you tried to stomach the pain.
âI wish to fill you, princess. We have waited far too long to have you. Letâs have a wedding night to remember!â Cardanâs tail whipped at your calf, hard and daming that you fell to your knees. The nest softened the blow, but you still keened like a shrill bird.
Fireflies flew into the space, casting ever-moving soft light.
Judeâs face softened; she weaved purposefully around the vine-like tendrils that caged the bedding. Much like a predator circling its prey, you were on the menu.
There was nowhere you could run, for the willow guarded you on all four walls.Â
Cardan pounced on you.Â
You stumbled away. You landed hits to his face, kicking your heels into the ground to leverage an escape. But he was too agile and quick.
He punched your inner thighs open.Â
His rings bit into your flesh. You screamed.
Jude raised her voice, âWe have all the time in the world. Be nice. Dear husband.â
âI am easily excitable.â
âThatâand I suppose she hadnât learned her lesson.âÂ
You wheezed, âPluh, please donât. Donâtâhit me anymore.â
Jude stalked over. The sheer robe swooshed as she approached. She had long model-esc legs that made walking look easy. She looked beautiful and ever the lioness who commanded her peopleâfaeries who all said she was dirt.
Her arm shot out like lightning. The crack of the impact was loud in the room.
She didnât stop.
Not until you stopped reacting.
No more cries. Complaints.
Cardan cradled you in his lap, his cock, thick and leaking. âThere, there. After you calm down, we can enjoy the wedding night. Shuuush shhh.â
âWe have a surprise for you.â Jude licked gently at your tear-struck face. âWill you let us give it to you? You have to be good.â
âYes,â you said in a whimper.
Then came the tiny blue creatures that fluttered as if they werenât to be noticed.Â
Blink. Then, gone. Landing on your bare skin.
It is said that Midnight Moths produced such vibrant coloring after feasting on the flesh of Everapple skins that grew purplish with rot some hundred years ago.Â
Ever since, their wings grew in, dipped blue, no longer white or brown.
It reminded you of Jude, who was forced fed the Everapple in class a long time ago.
Her face grew euphoric as a reddish-blue hue took over. As if she were choking, yet excited to be drowned. That day, she took your face in her hands, index fingers skating over the indents of your ears.Â
She drooled juice and saliva over her large chest, locked up in a human bralette. You blushed at her state of undressed. The malleable mounds squished against yours.
Cardanâs cruel laughter tickled your ears. His foot inches from your face.
Jude pinned you into the dirt, her body rocking on top of yours. She fumbled with your skirts and the class did not breathe as she hotly slurred:
âLet us be proud to die mortal.â
Her giggles disarmed you because you never heard her make such a sound.Â
Then her lips ate at yours, devouring every part of your being. The cloying taste of fruit rot stung your taste buds. Saccharine feelings warmed your belly.Â
You submitted to her playful tongue that twitched deliciously over yours.
Once broken apartâspittle strings snapping as Jude was dragged off. Then, you both were fed salt. After that day, your terse yet exulting friendship soured.
You might have been just as blue and foolish as her.Â
Mortal shame weighing down on both of you.
Jude apologized, and you said that none of it was her fault. She nodded, leaving the matter mostly unsolved. Pregnant in the space between your bodies.
After that, you made yourself scarce.Â
Shocked to find that Cardan Greenbrair married his mortal nemesis, Jude Durate.
After the war, something had twisted as if the narrative changed the script.Â
Or perhaps the narrator grew demented with power, telling a most unfathomable tale.
You were none the wiser, oblivious to the new royalsâ obsessionâyou.
It felt startling when a wedding proposal was hand-delivered to your parental estate.
The carrier insisted you were the sole recipient, and that you had to read the message before him as ordered by the crown.Â
With furrowed brows, you trailed the imperial emblem stamped with wax on the note. You delicately opened it; the decree was written in large cursive swoops and golden filigree circled the page. You were to be married to the high-king and his wife.Â
You had no choice but to obey.Â
Like the Midnight Moth, time blurred with a sly blink.
âWhere did your pretty head go? Princess~â Jude cooed.Â
Cardan scratched at your waist. He penetrated you with his well-endowed cock, rolling in and out of your pussy. His mushroom head caught on the lip of your pussy and Judeâs scarred fingers, which pushed into you as well, before he settled deeper to the hilt.
It was so tight. You needed to relax, but you werenât.
Hissing, you rolled your hips to alleviate the tension.
But your greedy pussy pulled the intrusion further inside.
âAnd on our wedding night?â Cardan pouted.
His tail swooshed excitedly through the air.
âKeep that attention on us. We need you in the moment.â Judeâs calloused palm delivered delicious friction onto your swollen clit. You bucked unconsciously. âWe love when you twitch.â
âI was thinkââ You paused. Not sure if they actually cared.Â
âYes, princess?â Cardan whimpered as your pussy fluttered and tightened around him.
âI thought of that kiss⌠from the Everapple⌠With Jude.â
The pair cooed at your cuteness. They brought you to the brink of pleasure over and over, until you forgot that a door existed in your nest. It was you, your husband and wife, and the willow tree who guarded you.
Its tendrils coiled around all your limps.
No escape.
â
You startled from bed. Heaving at the memories that crawled through your mind like a parasitic infection. You clawed at your throat.Â
You are home.
You are on Earth.
Your ex-husband and wife have not found you.
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I literally took lines from Alien Stage because I am obsessed.
I had way too much fun writing this. And I had gotten a few request years ago to make a yandere series for the Folk of Air.
So perfect time to start! Suggest ideas for what you want to see!
I will add a Hunger Strike trope in one of the parts. This series will either be 3 to 5 parts.
I don't want to make it too long ngl.
Also, the next part will include more on the immunity to glamours. I kind of forgot that was part of the prompt... but headcanon is that Derya gifts it to her precious baby girl.
I just watched Obsession(and it took a while for me to be able to go to the cinema because I didnt have with who) and finally realised what your name stands forđ
Can I talk about Alien Stage? Is this a safe space đŤŁ
I just got caught up with the series bc of the new Zombie Stage Au. It has been alllll over my TikTok.
My opinions of Sua changed sooo much. In Alnst, I did not give a fuck about her character. And in part, itâs because she died so early on. But I live for the craziness in Zomst.
