Office Affairs (m)

Don't Stand So Close To Me

Five was doing his best to resist you. You were too young for him. Too eager. But when he decided to try and scare you straight, he got a little more than he bargained for. That's when he realized maybe he wasn't as strong as he thought he was.

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 6,700 words, One-shot

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, everyone is an adult

This was born from a request I received for Five with a young(ish) woman that won't leave him alone. I have modified a few things, but I hope it still works! ❤️

Five sighed and rolled his eyes when he saw you coming toward him. He had been balancing a bag of dry cleaning in one hand and cup of coffee in the other and was just about to chance blinking inside his apartment instead of using the door when he heard your greeting.

“Damn it,” he muttered to himself, wishing he had just risked spilling his beverage all over his newly pressed suits by disappearing inside. Now he was stuck.

“Here, let me help!” you chirped, jogging up to him.

“No thanks, I’ve got it,” Five argued, but as he did so the bag of clothes nearly slipped from his hand.

“Got it!” you exclaimed with a smile, snatching up the bag.

Five gave a weary smile and another sigh. “Thank you.”

“No problem!”

As Five fished around in his pocket for his key, he tried not to make eye contact with you. Actually, he tried not to have anything to do with you most of the time. You just hadn’t gotten the hint.

“What are you up to tonight?” you asked, and Five could hear the twinge of hopefulness in your voice.

“Oh, you know…the same as usual. Make some dinner, watch Unsolved Mysteries, and go to bed.” He opened the door and took the dry cleaning from you. “Typical old man stuff.”

You nodded as if you knew exactly what he was talking about. You did know, in a way. You knew all about Five’s history, his powers, and his actual age. It’s hard to keep that shit private when your entire life has been broadcast across the world for everyone to witness. Unfortunately, at least from Five’s point of view, you didn’t seem to care.

You bit at your fingernail and looked down at the ground. Five wasn’t about to invite you in, so he waited for an uncomfortable few seconds before speaking up again.

“Ok, well, thanks for your help. Have a good night.”

“Oh…ok,” you said sadly. “Good night, Five.”

As Five stepped inside his apartment and flicked on the light, he draped his bag of suits over a chair, taking a sip of his coffee. He shoved a hand in his pocket and looked around his small, quiet apartment. It wasn’t much; just a shitty one-bedroom with a miniscule kitchen. But that was all he needed. That and to be left alone.

Despite trying to keep a safe distance from you, you had yet to be deterred. Five knew you liked him; it was pretty obvious. Ever since he moved into the building, you hadn’t missed an opportunity to corner him at the mailboxes, or in the hallway. Being trapped in the elevator was the most awkward, so Five tried his best to avoid those encounters by blinking around as much as possible. You always seemed to catch him, though.

It's not that Five didn’t like you. You were sweet, and cute, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t flattered that you were so into him. The problem was that you were 21 and he was in his late sixties. Old enough to be your grandfather; at least mentally. Physically, he was in your same age range, which he assumed made things very confusing for you. While you did know all about his older consciousness, Five figured you conveniently forgot most of the time. Like when you wore those tiny little running shorts with a sports bra and decided to do some warm up stretches directly in front of his door.

Five wasn’t fully immune to your little come-ons. He still had a pulse, after all. Not to mention the hormones and libido of a much younger man. Still…even after all that he had witnessed and done throughout his life, he had managed to hold onto a couple scraps of morality. And only sleeping with women who were over the age of 30 was a personal rule of his.

He wasn’t sure why he picked that age; it was still more than half of his. But he figured most people’s brains had fully matured by then and it made him feel like less of a sexual deviant. He hadn’t had a date or any hook ups in a while, though. Most nights he just came back to his place and did exactly what he told you he did. Old man stuff.

As he stood there, contemplating all of this, there was a knock at his door. Five rolled his eyes yet again and set his coffee down. When he opened the door, there you were, as he suspected. You looked up at him with nervous eyes that couldn’t quite hold his own while holding two large containers of food and a bottle of red wine.

“Hi, again. What can I do for you?”

“Hi, Five. So, it turns out I made too much food for dinner, so I wondered if you wanted some?” You held out the containers to him. “It’s spaghetti and a salad, and I had this bottle of wine that I thought would go well with it. It’s nothing fancy, but I know you’re alone, so you probably don’t have anyone to cook for you…” Your voice trailed off and you looked away.

Five ran a hand down the back of his neck and looked down the hallway. No one else was around and he was hungry. He reached out to take the food, but left you holding the wine.

“Thank you, that’s really nice of you.”

Your eyes lit up at his compliment and you smiled. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all. I cook all the time, so anytime you want me to make you something, just let me know. I’m pretty good at it.”

Five chuckled. “I have no doubt that you are. It looks great.” He was about to go back into his apartment, when he looked back at your disappointed face. Shit. If he didn’t invite this girl in, he was going to look like a real asshole. He was definitely going to regret this, though. “Would you like to come in and join me for dinner? Looks like you made plenty for both of us.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

Five smiled gently and shook his head. “No, you’re not. Come on in.”

After you stepped in, and Five busied himself making plates of food for the two of you, you set the wine on the kitchen table and looked around his place.

“Wow, I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it.”

Five looked up while he opened the wine. “Isn’t it just the same as your place?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it is. Which is why I’m surprised. I thought yours would be a little…”

“Old man-ish?” Five grinned as he handed you the glass of Pinot Noir.

“…sexier,” you answered with a sly grin, taking the glass from him.

Five’s eyebrows raised. “Sexier?”

You shrugged and took a sip. “I don’t know. I expected more black and leather. Like a real bachelor pad, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s not really me,” he said with a quiet chuckle. “I’m not exactly a swinging bachelor these days.”

You cocked your head to the side. “Oh, no? How come?”

Five saw he had backed himself into a corner and he didn’t really want to get into his love life with you, so he cleared his throat and gestured to the table. “Food’s ready.”

As you sat across from one another at Five’s small dining table, the initial awkwardness began to wear off as the wine started taking effect. You became a little bolder in your flirting, and Five was finding he didn’t mind as much as he usually did. By the time dinner was finished, and another bottle of red was opened, you had moved to the living room to continue your conversation. Five sat down on the couch as you plopped in the armchair across from him, tucking your leg up under you, making your shorts slide up your bare thigh. Five couldn’t help but notice, and you caught him in the act.

As you continued your small talk, Five watched as you fidgeted in your chair. Every adjustment of your body seemed to be just for him, and he found his mouth pooling with saliva that he tried very hard to subtly swallow back down. It was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. The smooth, bare skin of your legs, the curves of your breasts, the way your lips looked so damn delicious as you talked. He was in trouble.

“So,” he said, his voice cracking. “It’s getting late.”

You nodded with an upturn of your mouth before standing up and crossing to Five. As you loomed over him, he looked up, his gaze traveling the full length of your body. The wine was giving you more confidence that you normally would have. He looked so damn good, sitting there with his hair a little disheveled from running his hand through it all night, and you weren’t quite ready for the evening to end yet. You reached down, taking his wine glass to set it on the table with your own. When you climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs, and draping your arms over his shoulders, he was shocked into silence.

Your warm groin settled over his lap with your tits pressed against his chest. Breathing harder, his hands automatically came to rest on your hips as he looked up at you. You smiled, your hair framing your face as you leaned in to kiss him.

Five closed his eyes, his grip on you tightening for a second as he kissed you in return. You moaned softly into his mouth, pressing yourself down when you felt him start to harden beneath you. That’s when he woke from his trance and pulled his head back.

“Stop.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Look…I like you, but we can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“Well, there’s a lot of reasons, but namely I’m way too old for you. And you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

Five rolled his eyes. “Ok, well, I am. And that doesn’t change the fact that I’m about three times older than you.”

“I don’t care.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but this needs to stop before it goes any further.”

“You’re sure that’s what you want?” you asked, tilting your head to the side and giving just a little push into his crotch.

He shook his head slowly, exhaling a long breath. “No, but it’s what needs to happen. Understand?”

After you reluctantly left, Five cleaned up the kitchen, jerked off in the shower, and went to bed trying very hard not to think of you anymore. Over the next two weeks, he did everything he could think of not to run into you in the building again. He was afraid that not only would it be awkward, but that he would start feeling things he shouldn’t.

The truth was, you had gotten to him. Despite his best efforts, that little stunt you pulled by climbing into his lap had worked. Fuck, had it worked. Not a day went by when he wasn’t imagining what would have happened had he not cut it short. Those firm tits pressed against him and your soft lips against his…shit, he was going insane. He had to keep to his rule, though. You were just too young.

But you did not give up easily. You knew what you wanted and you were determined to make him see you as the adult you really were.

“Five!” you called with a little wave, as you caught him trying to enter his apartment one evening.

When Five saw you, he cursed under his breath. He really did not have the energy to deal with you. He had just gotten back from a job and he was not in the mood for your little antics.

“You can’t keep coming over here like this, I’ve told you that,” Five explained, turning his focus back to the key in the door.

“I just wanted to say hi,” you said with an innocence that he wasn’t buying.

“Yeah, I know what you’re doing,” he grumbled.

You paused. “I’m sorry about what happened before, Five. I understand why you might be hesitant, but you know…”

“What do I know?”

“I am an adult, like I said. You don’t have to keep treating me like I’m a kid.”

“You are a kid,” Five shot back.

You looked up at him with a tiny smirk. “From what I remember, it didn’t feel like you thought I was a kid the other night.”

Five’s jaw set, his teeth grinding together. He wasn’t going to stand there and get made fun of by some girl that was determined to get in his pants, even if he did have the beginnings of a boner when she sat on his lap.

“Just stay away from me, ok?” he snarled. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Oh, please, Five…I think I can handle—”

Five turned abruptly, his face hard with dark brows pulled together. As he leaned in, his jaw set and body tense, you flinched, but did not break your eye contact.

“You think you can handle me, sweetheart? You have no idea what I’m capable of,” he hissed in your face.

Swallowing, but holding your ground, you nodded. “I can handle you, Five. I’m not scared of you. And if you’d just let me get to know you a little more –"

His laugh was laced with menace as he took another step toward you. You were left staring at one another, neither of you backing down. He was close enough that you could hear his harsh breathing through his nose and smell the faint traces of after-shave. His eyes searched over your face before turning back to his door.

“Get the fuck away from me. Please,” he said quietly.

“I know what I’m doing, I’m not sure why you think I’m so innocent.”

Five looked down and sighed. He was tired of constantly trying to maintain his morality. He was an old man in a young man’s body and he was so damn sick of taking the higher road. Most people thought he was an asshole, and they weren’t wrong. He had a high success rate of keeping the people he wanted out of his life out, and barely tolerating the ones he let in. He was a killer. A trauma-filled nightmare wrapped up in a pretty package. He was not normal, and it was time you knew that.

“Fuck it,” he said out loud to no one in particular. As his eyes locked on yours again, his normally emerald-colored ones became dark.

He continued to take another step toward you, and then another, until you were backed against the opposite wall of the quiet hallway. Overhead, the fluorescent lights hummed as a single fly battled for its life inside one of the fixtures.

“Alright…I will confess, I have been thinking a lot about you lately.”

“You have?”

Five nodded, closing in on you until he was inches from your body; close enough that you could see the faint line of stubble on his chin and hear his deep breathing.

“Specifically…what you would be willing to do for me.”

As his gaze traveled over your body, taking in the tight tank top and miniscule shorts you were wearing, you could almost feel the energy pulsing out of him in waves. It was terrifying and intoxicating, and it had you rooted to the spot.

“What do you want me to do for you?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes, blinking slowly.

“Strip.”

You had been trying to keep up with him. Trying to beat him at his own game. But you sucked in a quiet, yet audible, gasp of air.

“What?”

“I want you naked for me. Now.”

He was still so close to you, his mouth mere inches away from yours, and yet he made no further movement to do anything else. He was trapping you there; playing with his prey for fun. And you weren’t sure if he was going to eat you or let you escape.

“Here?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. “That’s right, sweetheart. You think you know me? You think you want me? Then, prove it.”

“What if someone walks by?”

Five shrugged with a grin. He took a step back, allowing you enough room to leave, should you so choose. Again, he made no move to grab you, or touch you in any way. He shook his head, eyeing you pitifully.

“Don’t play games you can’t win. It won’t end well for you.”

When you had nothing to say to that, his demeanor changed again. Back to his normal, tired expression, his eyes and mouth drooped. He said nothing more, but just turned back toward his apartment, and opened the door. After he took a step inside, he heard you clear your throat. Turning around, he was faced with an unexpected sight.

With each slow, deliberate step you took in his direction, you started to strip your clothes away. First your top, lowering the straps over your shoulders and drawing it up over your head. Then your shorts, unbuttoning them before sliding them down your thighs and kicking them to the side. Five seemed frozen to the spot, unable to move and unable to speak. But his eyes followed you with an unmistakable hunger.

As you closed in on him, you were left in your bra and panties. With a small smirk, you reached behind you and undid the clasp of your bra. Slowly peeling it away from your body, you watched as Five’s gaze dropped to your breasts.

“Like I said…I’m not afraid of you,” you said, as you confidently jutted your chin out, along with your chest.

Five’s face flickered with shock, followed by what you could only imagine was lust, before it turned to anger. He grabbed your upper arm, squeezing it hard, before shaking you.

His teeth gritted and bared, he snarled in your face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You did your best to pretend you were in full control of the situation. “What you told me to do.”

Five’s eyes roamed over your body for a split second, before they were back on your face. He was angrier than you had ever seen him before. And yet, you had a feeling the anger was just masking something else. Something he didn’t want you to see.

At that moment, the loud ding of the elevator doors rang out, signaling that you would soon not be alone. He looked down the hallway and then back at you. When you didn’t make a move, his jaw tensed even more. Stalking past you to snatch your clothes off the floor, he grabbed your arm again.

“God damn it, get inside,” he demanded, yanking you forcefully through the doorway of his apartment.

As you stumbled your way inside, he continued to grasp your upper arm. He slammed the door behind you and got in your face again.

“Are you stupid?” he growled.

You shook your head. “No.”

“Well, stop fucking acting like it. Jesus!” He let go of your arm, leaving you standing there in just your underwear, while he ran a hand through his hair. “You can’t just go around stripping naked in public places just because someone tells you to. What the fuck?”

You smiled and took a step toward him. “What’s the matter Five? Losing at your own game?”

Five’s breath had become louder and harsher. You could practically see the wheels turning inside his head. He wanted you; you were sure of it. The juxtaposition of desire and restraint was evident in every twitch of coiled muscle and nervous hover of his eyes on your breasts. He had been trying to scare you; make you flee in terror at his aggressive advances. But joke was on him, because you fucking loved it.

Another look of anger swept over his face as he laughed darkly. “Shit. You really do not know what you are getting yourself into here.”

You swallowed nervously. “I don’t care.”

“Well, you should. And you should leave.”

Five continued to bore into you with his intense stare. His dark eyes indicated menace, but his stiff body language gave off something else. Fear. But Five Hargreeves does not give into fear easily. When he feels it creeping in, he turns it into something else. Something mean and ruthless.

When you didn’t make a move to leave, he took a step forward. A half-smirk formed on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side.

“Alright then…you’ve been warned,” he said pleasantly, right before his voice turned ice cold. “Now lose those fucking panties before I rip them off myself.”

Slowly, and without breaking eye contact, you hooked your thumbs into the elastic waist of your lace panties and pulled them down over your hips, letting them drop to the floor at your feet. You stood perfectly still, allowing him to take you all in while your chest began to rise and fall more rapidly.

You thought you had him this time. How was he going to resist a fully nude woman right in front of his face? But instead of giving in, like you knew he wanted, he gave a small shake of his head. Still holding the clothes you had discarded in the hallway, he stepped forward until he was directly in front of you, smiling derisively. His face was so close to your bare skin, you could feel the warmth of his exhale along your leg as he bent to pick up the pair of underwear. When he walked casually past you in the direction of the living room, your jaw dropped as he opened the sliding glass doors that led to a small balcony, and hurled your clothes outside. You watched in disbelief as they floated briefly on the light breeze before disappearing out of sight; fluttering to the ground, six floors below.

He closed the doors, turning back to you with a satisfied, yet stony expression. He pointed at the door to the hall.

“Get out.”

You paused, your eyes nervously darting toward the door. “What?”

He flicked a piece of hair out of his eyes in indifference. “You said you didn’t care if anyone saw you. So, leave.”

When you continued to stand there, wide-eyed and confused, he snorted and shook his head. “That’s what I thought. I’m not the nice guy you think I am. And I’m certainly not one of your little fucking boyfriends you can manipulate to get your way.” His voice softened somewhat. “I can give you something to wear to go home in, but don’t ever come back here again. This is over, understand?”

After a few seconds of silence, you nodded your head slowly. “I understand.” With a sly smile, you turned, heading for the door, letting Five get a nice long look at your ass in the process. As you reached for the doorknob, you glanced over your shoulder, relishing in his bewilderment as you walked right out the door without a stitch of clothing on.

Out in the hallway, you tried not to panic. You hadn’t really thought out what was going to happen once you had committed to your little act of rebellion. Your apartment was on the other side of the floor, and you had to pass by many nosy neighbors’ places plus the elevators to get there. As you considered your options, your back was suddenly slammed into the wall, Five’s hands gripping your arms again after he appeared in a flash of blue.

“God damn it,” he seethed in your face.

Without another word, you were being ripped through one of his portals, reappearing inside his apartment again. You let out a small cry of surprise as you were flattened against the door, Five’s body pressed against yours.

He surveyed your face one more time, his eyebrows drawn together in torment. “Fuck, why did you do this to me?”

The next few minutes were a blur as Five released everything that he had been holding back in one ferocious attack. His mouth sucking and biting at your lips, his hands fisted tightly in your hair, and his hips jerking into you. Something feral and instinctual was propelling him, and you let him unleash all of it onto you.

With another tight hold on your wrist, you were dragged away from the door and whipped through a second portal, this time landing on his bed with a hard bounce. While you scrambled to sit up, Five had stripped off his shirt and was already unbuckling his belt, the clink of the metal drawing your attention to his hands as they unzipped his fly. Breathing hard through his nose, he looked at you, running a hand through his hair while pushing it off of his forehead.

With his cool green eyes locked on yours, he crooked a finger at you, beckoning you over. You worked your way off the bed, hesitating for just a moment, before closing the few feet so that you were standing directly in front of him.

He leaned down, a hand gently cradling the back of your neck, as he kissed you softly. You thought maybe you were going to see a new, tender side of him. Until he latched a hand onto your shoulder, gripping you hard while pushing you roughly down, forcing you to your knees. As he glared down at you, dark hair framing the sharp angles of his face, one corner of his mouth twitched up.

“You talk a big game, honey, so go ahead. Let’s see that mouth of yours in action.”

He was trying to intimidate you; to show you he was the boss. But you weren’t naïve and you weren’t dumb. There were subtle hints, like the way his breath hitched when he spoke to you, or the slight tremble in his hand as he guided your face up by your chin that gave his nerves away.

With your own small smile and a lick of your lips, you reached up to pull the black suit pants down, taking his boxers with them. Five let out a shaky exhale as his hard cock stood at attention in front of your face. With another coy glance up through soft lashes, you took him into your hand. He was bigger than you would have guessed, and you slowly stroked his thick shaft, pressing your thumb into the underside while following the vein from base to head. When you stretched out your tongue to give a kittenish lick across the tip, he hissed loudly, bringing his hand down to rest in your hair.

“Shit,” you heard him mutter under his breath as you started in.

He didn’t let you work up to it with teasing kisses or circles of your tongue around his dripping head. With one shove of his hand on the back of your head, his dick was down your throat. You let out a clipped groan that ended in a gurgling noise, before he was pulling you back and off again. With eyes wide and already gasping for air, your hair was tugged backward so that you were forced to look up at him.

An eyebrow raised, Five questioned you with a low voice. “Still think you can handle me?”

From your position on the floor, he towered above you like a god, watching as you worshiped at his feet. Your eyes traveled over his sculpted abs, his toned arms and shoulders that flexed with the effort of holding your head back. You took in the scars that dotted his abdomen and thighs; the line of soft hair that trailed from his navel to the main event. He was being rough, yes, but there was something in his eyes that gave him away. Like he wanted so badly to be something else, he just didn’t know how.

You nodded your head in an answer to his question, as his magnificent cock bobbed in front of your face, and you opened your mouth wide.

“Fuck,” he growled from deep in his chest.

Five was losing his mind, he was sure of it. All of his pent-up anger and frustration over his body/mind/age situation was coming to a head; and he was shoving that head directly and violently down your throat. He couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to stop it. You felt so damn good, with your warm mouth wrapped around him and your tongue sliding over the taught skin of his shaft. As his hips jerked into your face, harder and faster, he watched as you gagged and choked on his dick; saliva building up at the corners of your mouth as you so dutifully let him fuck your face.

“Ah…ffff-uu-goddamnit…yes, fuck yes, don’t stop…ah SHIT!”

His head was thrown back in complete bliss as he unloaded copious amounts of cum directly into the back of your throat, the sheer volume making it pour out the corners of your mouth and dribble down your chin. The rest you swallowed, choking down the steady stream of bitter semen while he moaned above you and fisted your hair even tighter.

As he finally began to relax and the last few twitches of his hips came to a halt, he dared to open his eyes and look down at the sight below him. He had loosened his grip on your hair, allowing his dick to slip out of your mouth. You gasped and sucked in the much-needed air that you hadn’t been getting as he released you entirely. Collapsing onto your hands and knees, you coughed and wiped at your destroyed mouth while Five did nothing more than stare down at you with a kind of horrified fascination.

What had he done?

When you looked back up at him, though, and he saw that devilish smile sneak across your lips, daring him to give you more, he stopped caring. It was clear you were going to let him do whatever he wanted. And, fuck, if he didn’t want to do so many things to you.

“Up,” he commanded, still trying to catch his breath.

He held out his hand for you to take, letting him haul you up to standing. He ran a hand down your cheek and kissed your ruined lips. There was that moment of softness again, and you closed your eyes against his touch.

Five guided you so that you were sitting on the edge of the bed. After another kiss, this time leaving you breathless, he dropped to his knees between your legs. Gripping your thighs in his hands, he roughly pushed your legs apart while pulling you closer to him.

Digging his fingers into your hips, he buried his face into your wet, throbbing pussy, and moaned.

“This wet just from sucking my cock? Fuck, honey, you’re driving me crazy.”

Alternating between long laps with his tongue and sucking at your clit, it was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing as you leaned backward, holding yourself up with your hands flat on the bed. When you dropped your head back, it banged against the wall, but you barely noticed since you were already on the cusp of a strong orgasm.

“Five…” you gasped, eyes clenched shut and biting at your bottom lip. You tried desperately to rock your hips into his face, but his grip was too strong. He was devouring you; eating you out almost viciously, while your palms began to sweat as they pressed harder into the bed. “Five…holy fff-uck…OH GOD!” you screamed as one last, perfect lick sent you reeling. With your entire body shuddering, Five only went at you harder; until you were letting out quiet, pitiful cries, and your thighs twitched against his head.

As you tried to catch your breath, Five finally let up, tearing himself away from your warm deliciousness, and standing up to lean over you. He was just as out of breath as you were, with his mouth shining and lips red. A mixture of your arousal and his saliva pooled obscenely underneath you.

“That was…holy shit…” you tried to get out, but you were cut off almost immediately.

“I’m not done yet. Not by a long shot,” he rasped.

Though only minutes had passed since he had unloaded into your mouth, his cock was hard again. As he rummaged around in a drawer, pulling out a condom, and rolling it on, you scooted back so that you were lying down lengthwise on the bed. There was no more time for rest, though, before Five was climbing on top of you, that look of voracity overtaking him again.

He began to kiss you; hard and insistently while running his tongue over your bottom lip and venturing inside. It was a mixture of intense want and hesitation as he squeezed your ass with one hand and lightly stroked your hair with the other. When he pulled back, he looked deep into your eyes, his hand coming to rest gently on your cheek, his thumb pressing under your chin.

“What do you think, sweetheart? Ready for more?”

With a slow smile forming on your face, you nodded.

“Fuck yeah. Give it to me.”

Five groaned, closing his eyes and dropping his face to your neck. His teeth scraped against your skin as he kissed you fervently while your fingers threaded through his hair. The second you opened your legs for him, he was shoving himself inside. Sucking in a loud breath, he buried his face into your shoulder.

“Fuuuck…you are tight…god, you feel so fucking good,” he moaned pitifully into you.

You threw your head back against the pillow with a loud moan. “Oh my god, I knew your dick would feel amazing.”

He didn’t respond, but he took both of your legs and balanced them on his shoulders, angling your hips up to push his dick in even further. He was buried to the hilt, with his tight balls slapping against your ass each time he drew back and slammed back into you.

Five was gone; completely lost inside his own debauched fantasy. He wanted to fuck you harder and harder until you couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to make you cry out his name while your back arched off the bed like you were possessed. When his eyes met yours, with the strands of hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat already forming there, you bit your bottom lip and smiled. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, and that made him want to absolutely ruin you.

Smacking your ass hard enough to leave a mark before throwing your legs off his shoulders, Five roughly flipped you over. He forced the side of your face into the bed as he thrust inside you again, stretching your pussy and filling you up with his thick cock. His ragged breath warmed the side of your neck with each punishing drive of his hips against your ass as you whimpered softly.

“Come on, honey, let’s hear it,” he snarled next to your ear. “You’ve been dying for me to pound that sweet little pussy…so let me hear you. I’m not stopping until I get what I want.”

“Fff-iiive,” you sobbed, your fists clutching the bedspread underneath you as he railed relentlessly into you.

“That’s right,” he answered, and you could hear that cocky smirk on his face. “Beg me.”

“Five…please…you feel SO…FUCKING…GOOD!”

The angle of his cock thrusting inside of you, along with his body trapping you beneath him, was more intense than anything you had ever experienced before. You were on the verge of coming; your cries becoming louder while you desperately tried to suck air into your lungs. The sting of his dick drilling inside of you was still not enough to mask the pleasure that was building. It hurt but you still wanted more.

Soon, that inevitable feeling of warmth and tightness formed in your core and you let go with a loud scream that echoed off the walls of his bedroom. Your body convulsed under his as his hips stilled against your ass when he expelled himself one more time. The groan that left him as he came was loud and long, leaving his arms shaking as he held himself over you.

After he was able to move off of you, you continued to catch your breath as you rolled over to face him. Five was kneeling on the bed, chest glistening with sweat and heaving as he flipped his hair out of his eyes. He didn’t say a word, but after a few more seconds, he climbed off the bed to dispose of the condom. You eyed him nervously. You had no idea how he was going to react, or if he was already regretting everything.

After tugging his boxers back on, he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you ok?” he asked, his voice tight.

You nodded and sat up. “Yeah, I’m ok, why?”

Five shook his head. “I was way too rough, I shouldn’t have…but you…” he trailed off, his frustration with himself evident. “Look, you got your way. This is done now, alright?”

With a roll of your eyes, you moved off the bed so that you were standing in front of him; the muscles in your sticky thighs aching from the movement. “Get over yourself, Five. We both wanted this, so stop pretending I put some spell on you to make you change your mind.”

He was silent, but he nodded, a brief flicker of a smile forming on his lips. “I’m sorry about your clothes.” He got up to grab a t-shirt from one of his drawers and handed it to you. “You can wear this; it should be enough to cover everything.”

As you worked the too-big shirt over your head, Five pulled his pants back on, zipping them up but leaving the belt hanging open. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a small, balled up pair of women’s underwear. With a guilty smile, he tossed them over to you. “Here.”

You laughed in disbelief. “You stole my panties? What were you going to do with them?”

Five shrugged. “I hadn’t figured that out yet.”

Shaking your head, you looked down at them in your hand. “Such a dirty old man.” Glancing back at Five’s guilty face, you threw them back, and he caught them against his chest. “Keep them. I kind of like the idea of you doing weird things with them.”

Five made no comment, but he tucked them back into his pants pocket with a lop-sided grin. He held out his hand. “Come on, I’ll blink you back to your apartment so you don’t have to go back in just a t-shirt.”

You thought for a second, but shook your head. “No thanks. I don’t mind a good walk of shame now and then.”

As Five walked you to the door, you gave him a lingering kiss and trailed a hand down his arm. “Maybe the next time I make too much food, I’ll come over and share it? Think you can handle that?”

A smile slowly spread across Five’s face and he nodded. “Yeah, I think I can handle that.”

Then he watched as you walked away, wearing nothing but his t-shirt. He shook his head, not quite believing what had just occurred. He had thought he was so damn smart with his moral high-ground and superiority. But as it turned out, you had gotten the best of him. He lost at his own game. Tucking two fingers inside his pocket to stroke the silky material of your panties, he smiled to himself, thinking about how this may have been the first time in his life that he hadn’t minded losing.

Raw Desire

Synopsis: Something is wrong with him. Something none of the Avengers, including Thor, understand. When Loki turns into his Jötun form unwillingly and begins to act in a very primal and aggressive way, their solution for the problem is to lock him up in a cell below the compound until it’s all over. It’s a disease, perhaps, one which only Frost Giants can develop. Only Loki is not sick. Loki is in heat–and his Jötun body will not rest until his most carnal desires have been satisfied…

Words: 9176 Warnings: Jötun!Loki, smut, fluff, symptoms of addiction

A/N: You wanted some Jötun!Loki, I wanted some Jötun!Loki… so here we go. Enjoy, everyone! 😏

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Opening Up - Kim Yugyeom and Park Jinyoung

Request: (anon request): Hello! I love your work😊😊😊 could you please Yugyeom + Jinyoung voyeurism #87? Thank you❤❤

A/N: Hello! Thank you for the compliment, you made me happy! And sorry that it took so long♥

Prompts:  “You’re going to let me fuck your pink pussy, while your boyfriend’s watching? God, you are such a naughty girl.”

Warning:  This contains NSFW content. Do not engage in my works if you are underage. Read to your own discretion.

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legato I | kth + myg (m)

↣ pairing: violinist!taehyung x cellist!reader x pianist!yoongi

↣ genre: philarmonic orchestra!au; angst; smut; fluff

↣ word count: 12.2k

↣ warnings: big dick Tae; male masturbation; voyeurism; exhibitionism; jealousy; possessiveness; unprotected sex; oral; handjob; cum play; cum eating; dom!tae; switch!yoongi; sub!reader; hints of polyamory

↣ song recs: some sand - ibi

↣ summary: You can’t help but notice the way Yoongi talks to you, how his touch lingers on your skin for a bit too long, how he blushes every time you say something funny, how he gazes at you when one else is looking. Taehyung notices too, and he doesn´t like it one bit.

↣ notes: banner made by the wondrous Danica @dee-ehn​ thank u so much bb ily

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-Babygirl-

Warnings: roommates!au, suggestiveness, shirtless Jisung (again), voyeurism (kind of..?), male masturbation, panty kink, implied sexual activity during driving. (Please be safe on the roads! This should never happen irl lol.)

“Jisung? JISUNG!”

The boy in question shot awake, rubbing at his eyes. He looked at you, confused.

You sighed. “You were telling me about the wedding, but you keep dozing off in between.”

“Right, right…” He said, looking like he was struggling to keep his eyes open. “I’m sorry, but it’s so late and I barely got any sleep last night. And…no offense but it’s kind of your fault.”

You nodded sheepishly. You’d spent most of last night under a really hot guy named Hyunjin that you’d met at the club, and was way too caught up in lust to care about your poor sleepy roommate.

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satisfaction

♡ a/n: i couldn't answer the request directly but here it is-- and you guys know i love harry but yk... smut <3

♡ pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

♡ 1: do you think of me when you touch yourself?

♡ 24: has he ever touched you like this?

♡ 26: were you masturbating?

harry potter was one of the kindest people you'd ever met. the way he treated you was like royalty and you truly did think he deserved the world-- but you couldn't bring yourself to love him. every time you had sex with harry, you shamefully thought about draco malfoy instead. you were one of the many girls infatuated with the slytherin prince but what good reason could you have to throw away a good relationship over a fantasy? none. and that's what you told yourself every time you found yourself thinking of him-- the latest being tonight. a potion gone wrong in class by none other than draco malfoy had prompted you to skip out on dinner to take a shower and get the melted mystical ingredients out of your hair. you made yourself presentable as you were going to meet harry afterwards but sat on your bed and thought about draco again. his grey eyes had widened when his potion spat at you and he apologised. that's right, apologised. it's basic human decency yet all you could fucking think about was letting him pin you down and ruin you. looking at the time, you gave in and laid back and trailed your fingers between your legs, underneath your skirt. you circled yourself, about to touch yourself to the wrong person when the door flew open and you screamed.

draco was standing in your doorway, blushing heavily and his eyes darted to your hand, making you yell and throw a pillow at him. "turn around you bloody git!" you cried. "i just came to see if you were alright after our potions mishap!" he laughed. this was humiliating, why the hell was he laughing? "were you masturbating?" "no!" he raised a blond eyebrow as if he didn't believe you. "well i was about to before you so rudely interrupted." you huffed, cheeks burning. draco closed the door before stepping towards you and your breath hitched visibly. "potter doesn't satisfy you then?" he smirked, gazing down at you. "excuse me?" offended, you scoffed. "i mean, if he did you wouldn't be in your dorm touching yourself instead of meeting him." his fingertips brushed over your waist and he kept going carefully. "and you wouldn't spend your class time staring at the person he hates most." fuck. he had you. "draco," you warned-- against what? you couldn't say. "tell me love, do you think of me when you touch yourself?" the bastard knew the answer just as you knew you were dangerously close to doing one of the worst things you could. "shut up malfoy." you whispered without a hint of sincerity. "the real thing would be better y/n. aren't you the least bit," he licked his lips slowly, knowing damn well what he was doing to you. "curious?" of course you were. he laughed warmly at your silence and his hot breath hit your face. gods. closing the gap between you two, your lips crashed against his.

teeth grazed over each other and draco immediately set on exploring your mouth with his tongue, which you let him do happily. he shoved you against the wall and attached his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin roughly. harry was thrown from your mind and you were purely concentrated on draco's wet mouth on your skin. unbuttoning your top, he slid a finger underneath you bra and fondled you while rubbing through the fabric of your panties. a gasp left you, helping that awful smirk of his grow. you moaned when his finger slid into your entrance and pumped into you. quick paced and thrusting into you with heavy desire, draco kissed you again-- sloppily but filled with adoration. "always bloody knew you should be with me and not him," he growled, fingers fucking you harder. "you're mine-- and so is your dirty little cunt." you nodded, shaking from his motions and moaned breathily. "has he ever touched you like this?"you shook your head and groaned. "never draco." not even when harry was inches inside of your pussy had you felt this fucking good. he lifted your chin, thumping your head on the wall, and pressed another kiss to your neck. release came over you and your orgasm swam on draco's hand. his movements slowed and he helped you finish.

gasping and panting, you settled as he took his fingers out of you. he sucked the glistening juices off of his fingers and grabbed you by the waist. "you'll go meet potter now," he commanded and you nodded, eager to comply. "from now on, you're being fucked and loved the way you deserve." for once since you'd started seeing the boy you couldn't love, you felt true satisfaction.

Blueprint

Part of the Stray Wolves Series

F/M Pairing: Y/N x Lee Felix (SKZ)

Genre: Vampire AU; Werewolf AU; Forbidden Love AU; Prequel

Warnings: Graphic Smut; Explicit Language; Blood Drinking

Word Count: 8K

Summary: Y/N is tired of her werewolf pack dictating her choices, especially when they force her into an arranged marriage with a younger friend. In retaliation, Y/N sneaks out one night in direct defiance of her alpha’s orders, and she meets a mysterious vampire who allows her the first tempting taste of freedom…and she might just fall in love with him in the process.

A/N: This was supposed to be for Felix’s birthday, but I’ve got something else that I could release for him, so here ya’ go!!

Blueprint: “a detailed outline or plan of action: a blueprint for success.”

My life had always been dictated by the choices of others instead of my own. For example, when I turned 16 and endured my first painful heat, our pack alpha declared that I was finally ready to mate. It was a scary thought for me to process, and I begged my father not to force me into an arranged marriage. 

However, he was stern in his handling of the situation, refusing to disobey his alpha, but more than willing to pair me with a much younger werewolf named Mark who wasn’t quite ready for the mating ceremony because he still hadn’t gone through his first rut. In hindsight, I knew that it was a logical compromise, but I was still upset because I didn’t want to mate with another wolf and have pups. Plus, Mark was one of my friends, and I was troubled by the thought of presenting myself to him.

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How would L manifest his affection towards his so?

Mentions of sex but nothing even slightly explicit. Lengthy headcanon collection because I love my panda cupcake. He’s so gorgeous and he deserved so much better. 

In the strangest, most subtle of ways.

Head pats are very common.

He’d walk past you and as he does so, a spidery hand comes out of nowhere and plops unceremoniously on your head. His touch is so gentle it causes a cold shiver at the base of your spine. It’s over so quickly but the ghost of his touch lingers for much longer.

He’ll stare at you. Often and for no reason.

He doesn’t even hide it. He just blatantly stares at you, an owlish expression on his face and a thumb between his lips.

There’s no way that you can’t feel his gaze on you but if you tell him that he’s making you uncomfortable or you ask him to stop, he’ll apologise but not sound even a little sorry and carry on staring.

If you get up and move into another room, he’ll jump up and follow you. he may well resemble a puppy - tell him to go away and he’ll look like one, too.

Will give you strawberries. If you’re allergic to those or dislike them, then it’s another sweet something he knows you like.

He’ll wordlessly dangle it in the air near you, his usual two finger grip making you nervous for the fate of the treat.

He won’t say anything, he won’t even look, he’ll just hold it up in the air in your general area.

If you take it, he smiles to himself. If not, he shrugs, eats the treat himself and goes right back to working.

If you seem to be emotionally out of sorts or physically showing signs of anything negative or nervousness, he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulder, fingers pressing delicately into your neck.

This serves two purposes: pulse check and comfort.

It’s more efficient.

Random gifts left on your pillow. Wrapped in white paper and tied with a black ribbon. Packaging is messy, not wrapped very well and looks like something a child would do.

Always something you’ve eyed over the last month as you walk past a shop window. 

You always know it’s from him and you thank him in your way and maybe even buy him a gift in return.

There’s no reason for the gift he gives you, it’s just because he likes to give you things, it’s a way he shows affection.

Your smile makes him smile.

When you come out of the shower or bath and you’re carrying on with your evening, a towel will randomly and without warning drop over your eyes. 

Spidery hands will then descend upon you and ruffle your hair, drying it even if it’s already close to being dry. 

He does this because you do it to him when his hair drips all over the keyboard and you don’t want him to have to replace the electronics in the room, so you help him out because he won’t do it himself.

He does this to you because it’s reciprocation, which he understands is one of the fundamentals of a successful and healthy relationship.

He lets you help him with his cases. If you have an idea, even if you’re not even in that same career, he’ll listen to you and then either reject it with the facts of the case, or put a thumb between his lips and add your theory to the list.

L never expects it from you but when you’re right, you’re gifted with an actual smile with teeth and a warm look.

When you’re wrong, he thanks you sincerely, briefly, and then goes back to work.

Had you been Matsuda, he would have followed this sentiment with an insult to your intelligence but he understands this to be something you don’t say to your s/o, and so he keeps scathing remarks to himself.

Sometimes there’ll be a quick rap on your bedroom door and he’ll let himself in, climbing wordlessly into bed with you. He’d curl up, say very little, and actually get some sleep.

He doesn’t tell you that it’s because he desperately wants sleep but doesn’t want the nightmares.

You keep his nightmares away.

Watari told you when you mentioned it and nothing more was said.

Sometimes, when you’re either very lucky or truly sad, L will use conventional means of affection.

A hug which starts as that pulse-check arm around your neck and then he pulls you into his strong yet slender form, his chin resting atop your head (he’s tall when he straightens his back) and his eyes dark as he ponders your distress.

L knows, of course he knows, but he waits for you to say it. He won’t intrude upon your privacy.

Anyone else’s, sure, but never you.

A kiss to your cheek when you surprise him with sweets or when you’re holding him in the dark, his eyes wet and his body shaking.

A proper kiss when you pass an exam or go to an appointment yourself or remember to take your meds without any prompting (apps don’t count as prompting; if he doesn’t have to tell you, you’ll get a kiss on your mouth as a reward - classical conditioning? Yes but he’d never admit to it) or anything which normally costs you something mentally.

Sex is rare. He doesn’t have much of a drive but if you’re feeling it, he’ll reciprocate. He doesn’t ever need it, but sometimes if there’s a close call on a case and he nearly dies, he definitely crawls into your bed with carnal intentions.

For anything, L rarely ever says no to you. He tries, sometimes, but largely he can’t stick to it and he acquiesces, if only to see you smiling at him.

‘I love you’ isn’t something said within the Japanese culture (that exact phrase is seen as soul bonding, even married couples don’t say it to each other), but he isn’t purely Japanese. Still, he’s a citizen so the cultural habits stick. 

He doesn’t say it, he shows it, and this is something important to remember.

On the times you say it to him, though, his eyes will hold yours and he’ll kiss you delicately, his hands cradling your face. He does love you, he does, and sometimes he thinks you’ll be the death of him.

Death Note:  @amoureux-de-la-litterature  @xiumincancallmebabyanytime @hagridsbeasts @shingeki-no-julchen @miyakokurono @sanity-is-overratedxp @distressed-honking @my-aestheticdaydreams @phantom-fangirl-stuff @writings-of-a-gen-z @cryptic-trash-cat 

War of Hearts

Pairing: The Darkling x Shadow Summoner Reader

Summary: Aleksander promised you eternity with him. Alina Starkov took that from you both. Now you’re going to finish what your lover started.

Warnings: character death, blood, reader is wounded both physically and emotionally.

Word Count: 2.2K

Series Masterlist

A/N: I’ve only watched the Netflix series. I have a rough idea of what happens in the books but I’ve only just started reading Shadow and Bone. I’ve also added some plot that definitely doesn’t actually exist in the Grishaverse.

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When you were young, you were afraid of the dark. You were afraid of the affinity you had for the shadows. You only stopped being afraid when you met Aleksander. He was the only person who ever looked at your power as if it were a gift. As if you were a gift.

You’re reminded of your fear of the dark when you jump off the sand skiff. Alina’s tracker friend had barrelled into Aleksander, knocking them both onto the sand below. The volcra were descending, and you panicked, jumping after Aleksander without a second thought.

“Aleksander!” You scream out for him. Your breaths are ragged as you search for him. The glow of Alina’s light fades, leaving you alone in the dark as they escape. But you don’t care. You need to find Aleksander. You scream out his name again. The cries of the volcra are the only answer you receive. Claws latch into your shoulder as one of them swoops down upon you. You press your palms together, summoning the Cut. There’s a vicious whimper of pain as your Cut meets it’s mark, and you’re released. You collapse to the floor, feeling the sand rub coarsely against your face. The pain in your shoulder flares, and you feel the warmth of blood rushing down your ripped flesh. The volcra may be blind, but they can smell blood, and they can certainly sense the shadows you summoned with the Cut. You know it’s only a matter of time before they find you. But you need Aleksander. He can’t have gone far. Where is he? Where is he? You spin around, launching another Cut at a descending volcra. You follow the ridges in the sand, the trail left by the sand skiff. Another volcra swarms you suddenly. It’s claws tear into your chest, catching your lower jaw and some of your throat. A scream is ripped from your throat as you feel the claws scrape against your collarbone, the sensation thundering in your skull. You summon another Cut, slicing the creature in half. You collapse again. You crawl your way through the sand, leaving a trail of crimson red behind you. A series of violent coughs wrack through your body and you feel your lungs shudder. It’s then that you cry out the words. The ones Aleksander made you promise to use. The ones that would summon the merzost to heal even the most fatal wounds. The ones he had murmured into the crook of your neck on an early morning, when he held onto you tightly, and vowed never to lose you. You had agreed to use merzost as a last resort. But in the warmth of your shared bed, in the safety of Aleksander’s arms, you hadn’t truly ever considered using the words. It’s a stark contrast with your current situation, the copper taste of blood against your tongue, the rattle of your lungs, and the ache in your chest that makes your legs shake. Once you reach the edge of the Fold, and finally emerge into the sunlight, your blood is stained black with merzost. You stumble, eyes searching wildly for the sight of Aleksander as you blink away the dizziness caused by such a sudden increase in light.

You had waited for him. Taking shelter under a tree at the edge of the sand that borders the Fold, you sat staring into the darkness. You sat there for nearly an entire day, the merzost working it’s way through your veins, sealing your wounds. And you waited. You didn’t want to leave him alone in the dark.

You hadn’t feared the dark with Aleksander by your side. When the two of you bent the shadows around one another, engulfing a room into darkness, you had never been afraid to lose sight of the light. Because who needed light when you had your love standing right in front of you?

It’s Fedoyr who finds you there. The Grisha at the Kribirsk encampment knew something was wrong the moment the Fold remained standing. After the first nightfall they sent out search parties to look for any trace of the sand skiff. As soon as Fedoyr lays eyes on you, he knows.

“I’m so sorry.” Ivan had gone over the side after Aleksander. By the time you had gotten to the floor of the Fold he was nowhere in sight.

“What happened?” He asks, his voice strained with grief, and anger, and everything that’s currently swirling in your own heart.

“The Sun Summoner betrayed us.” You tell him, the story that you will establish as the truth to all of Ravka. That Alina Starkov is a traitor.

You carry on with Aleksander’s plan. The two of you worked too long, and too hard for you to give up. You hold a funeral service for General Kirigan. It’s public, and full of court members who used to sneer and gossip at him, the nobility that hunted Grisha for sport centuries ago. He would have hated it. The Church establishes his status as a Saint - the Starless Saint. You believe he would have approved of that at least.

The Little Palace has a memorial. Every Grisha seems to mourn him in some way. The mixture of keftas, usually such a welcome sight, seems too much colour for your grieving heart. Aleksander made the Little Palace a safe space for Grisha. Now it is up to you to make all of Ravka safe for them. You know they will all look to you now. You will not let them down. You will protect them all.

You hold your own private service. For your Aleksander. It’s early morning, the fog still heavy as you walk to his fountain alone. The memories follow you. You clear the moss and weeds from the stone. Tracing your fingers along the carvings, the memorial of his greatest feat - that was also his undoing - you stare down at your reflection in the water.

“I love you.” You whisper to the water, the words muffled by the sob that threatens to overwhelm you.

The King dies, the country mourns. An alliance is formed with the Apparat.

You are crowned. Long live Ravka’s new sovereign.

It’s little under a year after Aleksander’s death, when Alina decides to return. You had put a bounty on her head, and public opinion certainly wasn’t on the side of the Grisha’s beloved General’s murderer. The last few months must have been difficult for her. But something seems to have encouraged her to return. She must believe she can best you.

“You took everything from me.” You snarl at her. “It’s only fair that I do the same to you. But not until you finish Aleksander’s work.” Her eyes narrow in defiance as you sit on your throne. “Help me weaponise the Fold,” you tighten the shadows against the boy’s throat. “And I will spare him.” Alina attempts to drive your shadows away from Mal, her light has strengthened from the last time you saw her. She must have found some other form of amplifier - interesting. You’ll have to look into that once the Fold is under your control.

“Aleksander lied to you. To us both.” A white hot streak of anger flows through you, causing the shadows around you to darken. How dare she say his name. You laugh coldly,

“Naive, little girl.” You frown in fake sympathy. “He lied to you. Not me. He promised me eternity by his side. An eternity that you took from us.” She tries to drive your shadows away from her, a shimmering globe of light flickering around her. She stares up at you, her eyes wide with fear.

“How are you doing this?” She asks, straining to keep her light. “You were his second, how are you this powerful?” A small smile traces your features, but there’s no joy in your expression - only a glimmer of malicious triumph.

“Your tracker friend. He told you he found the stag. However, he failed to mention he’d been tracking a herd.”

“No,” Alina breathes out in a whisper of horror. Your smile twists into something even more wicked.

You release the silver clasp of the cloak covering your shoulders - one of Aleksander’s cloaks. The fabric falls to the floor, pooling at your feet like one of your shadows. Alina’s light falters, finally flickering out as she takes in the sight of you. Three pairs of antlers, carved into your collarbone by your Fabrikators. You pull your shoulders back, displaying the amplifiers in defiance against the ache they cause you. You can feel a small trickle of blood run down your arm but you’ve become used to it. Like how you’ve become used to the weight of them, the heaviness that now accompanies every breath you take. Despite all the work your Healers have done, nothing prevents the small tears the antlers bring to your skin with every movement. Your blood is no longer the mortal red it once was. A tiny part of you believes that merzost is the only thing that is keeping your heart beating. That and the sheer power of the amplifiers. “With your power I will bend the Fold to my will. I will cut off Fjerda and Shu Han from the rest of the world, and they will live in fear of me as Grisha have feared them for centuries. I will make Ravka a sanctuary for our people.” She pulls her eyes from you to look pleadingly at the boy you have almost consumed in shadows. Almost how you lost Aleksander to the shadows.

“Let Mal go.” She insists, tears in her eyes. “And I’ll come with you to the Fold.” You stare hard at her, almost baffled at her belief that she is in a position to demand things of you. She shifts nervously under your gaze. You gesture to the Oprichniki posted by the side door who disappear at your silent request.

“We are not going to the Fold.”

“What?” She frowns, her voice small, and her eyes frantic as she watches you. You stand from your throne and take a step towards her.

“You are going to give me your power, unconditionally. Then I shall go to the Fold and finish what my Aleksander started.”

“That’s not possible.” You nearly scoff at her insistence.

“You spent four months at the Little Palace. You are frighteningly unaware of what is possible.” You had spent night after night in the library at the Little Palace. The place that had once been your safe haven, now blighted by the hours of obsession, fuelled by your grief and desire to ruin Alina as she had ruined you. She had been Aleksander’s last hope, and now - in some twisted trick of fate - she was also yours. But you have learnt from the mistakes of your lover. “The bones of Morozova’s stag are now fused with your own. You are now an amplifier yourself, and have the ability to gift your power to anyone you deem worthy.” You manifest the Cut, pressing the blade against Mal’s throat. Holding the Cut steady with one hand, you reach out to Alina with the other.

“Stop it.” Alina cries out.

“Then give it to me.” She falters, panic overwhelming her. She shakes her head, staring at the trickle of red tracing its way down Mal’s neck. “I can wait Alina. You know we can both stand here forever. Mal, here, he isn’t as fortunate.” You both hear him struggle to gasp out her name. Alina squeezes her eyes shut, her tears spilling out over her cheeks as she grasps onto your outstretched hand.

Aleksander had told what it felt like to have control of Alina’s power. You had seen the look on his face when he first used her light. The glow around you both was nothing compared to the glow of victory in his eyes - that after so many years, the two of you had taken a step in the right direction. But you had also seen past the triumph. You had seen the elation of the small boy who he had once been, the one who was afraid of the dark and the cold, as he finally felt the warmth of the sun.

Now that power was yours to command.

Alina releases her hold on you as she feels the last of her power leave her. She falls to the floor, her skin pale, a pained look on her face. You don’t give her much attention. You have everything you need now. With a flick of your wrist, your shadows loosen their hold on Mal and he collapses to the floor. The two of them struggle to reach each other, their fingers brushing lightly as they pull themselves closer. You turn away from the sight, both sickened at their display of affection and wounded at the reminder of how alone you are now. There is no one left. It’s all down to you. You pick up Aleksander’s cloak, draping it over your shoulders in an attempt at some form of comfort. Alina and Mal are still on the floor as you breeze past them. “Sankta Alina. I do hope you enjoy the insignificant little life you’ve chosen. Once I gain control of the Fold, no one will even remember your name.”

“Is this what you wanted? To be worshiped?”

“No.” You reply quietly. “I wanted a life with the man I love. We were going to change the world.” You push the doors open, revealing the courtyard and beyond that, the Fold towering in the distance. “I’ll leave the door open, so that you can watch the rebirth of Ravka.”

Hate Or Love-Mark Tuan(M)

Request: Mark smut where he’s in a arranged marriage where he hates the girl ,but angry sex turns to love. Speedy I don’t think I can stop😂 too many ideas

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You could feel him glaring at you from across the room once again. You wanted to be mad at him. But, you were more confused than anything. You hadn’t said much to him before the two of you got married; you didn’t know much about him. You hadn’t even seen him before your parents introduced you to the one you would be married to. From the moment you had met Mark, he always had this look of complete loathing whenever he saw you. You hadn’t even done anything. The first time you met him, he stared daggers through you.

It wasn’t unusual for people to have arranged marriages, but from the looks of it, neither one of you wanted this one. You didn’t hate him. You could just tell there was no way in hell this marriage was going to work. People kept telling you to give him a chance, but how could you when he wouldn’t even talk to you? Wouldn’t breathe in your direction? It was hard; you’d never been hated by anyone before. Especially for no reason. You crossed your legs on the couch, the material rubbing along your smooth skin as you moved.

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