#☾ spicy hours

[kodaiki]

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OF COURSE

he’s fine as hell; built like changbin from skz👁️👁️ i’ve been thirsting for him since I was like 17 LMFAOOOO. saddest part? he’s like 30 💔 gah such a sweet and charismatic man tho like sir stop smiling like that “here you go :)” do u want me to suck ur dick bc I will

[brokenmenswhore]

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mean | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, & sirius)

summary: the boys get jealous seeing you with a study partner, and you reap the consequences when you tell sirius he was being ‘mean’

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), rough sex, use of the word daddy twice

a/n: is my sirius favoritism showing too much or no

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“I don’t think I’ll ever actually understand this class,” you said, the library study session beginning to take its toll.

“You’re getting it!” Evan encouraged, “we just need to work on it a little bit more.”

“I appreciate your faith in me, but I think after four hours, I either get it or I don’t,” you replied.

“I don’t mind the time,” Evan said, “especially when I get to spend it with you.”

Your three boyfriends could hear every single word exchanged between the two of you, being that they were seated only two tables away, and the second they heard Evan’s statement, Sirius jolted upwards from his chair.

“Sit down,” Remus instructed, “what are you gonna do? Kill him in the middle of our entire year?”

“Yeah, Remus, I just might,” Sirius responded, but still sat back down, eyes never leaving the two of you.

“You have to trust her, Sirius,” James scolded.

“It’s not her I don’t trust,” Sirius said, nostrils flaring in a rage.

Evan was sitting much closer to you than the boys were comfortable with, but they had to trust that you would shut him down if he overstepped.

“Yeah, this has at least been fun!” you told Evan, “but I think I’m a lost cause. This library is beginning to feel like an asylum.”

Evan shrugged, “I mean, we could change the scenery if that’s the problem. There’s usually not anyone in the fifth year potions classroom after the midday class. It would be quiet, and we could be alone and really focus.”

Evan shifted his chair even closer to you, placing an arm around the back of your chair, and leaning closer to you.

“That’s it, I’m gonna kill him,” Sirius said, standing up and reaching your table before Remus or James could keep him at bay.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Sirius spat, hands on the table as he leaned in, standing across from you.

“Studying?” you replied as Evan backed off.

“Studying,” he mocked in a high tone, “tell him he better get the fuck away from you if he wants to continue breathing.”

“I’m right here, Black, if you have a problem, say it straight to me,” Evan retorted, standing up to meet Sirius’s eye level.

“Ok, Rosier,” Sirius cleared his throat, “I have a problem with you attempting to feel up my girlfriend and then get her alone. I also have a problem with the lack of bruising on your face.”

“Sirius!” you and Remus scolded in unison, the other two boys now next to Sirius, ready to pull him back if he decided to lunge.

“I didn’t do a single thing,” Evan protested, “but if you’re so insecure that you think studying means she’ll cheat on you, maybe she never really liked you in the first place. She could do better anyway.”

Sirius went to jump over the table, but Remus and James held onto one arm each, holding him back as Evan laughed.

“This is not worth it,” Evan told you, “I’ll see you around.”

“Evan, I’m sorry-“ you tried to say as he walked away, your attention turning to Sirius. You were angry with him for the way he was acting, but his fury far outweighed yours.

Remus and James dropped their grip on Sirius when he calmed down. Sirius glared daggers into you. “Just studying, eh?”

“We were just studying until you tried to attack him,” you retorted.

“Go to the dorm room now before I decide to make you feel sorry right here. We’ll meet you up there.”

“But I still-“

“Now.”

The rage in Sirius’ voice was not something to take lightly. When he was mad, making him angrier often ended badly. You retreated to the dorms, seated cross-legged on your bed with a textbook open as you waited for your boyfriends to arrive.

The door to the dorms swung open so hard that the door slammed open against the wall. All three of your partners entered the room, Sirius stomping straight over to you and wrapping a hand around your throat.

“Had a fun day toying with other boys, huh?” he asked.

“Sirius, please, I really was just trying to study,” you pleaded, eyes finding Remus and James and searching for help, “you guys should know that I would never do that to you.”

“I know, baby,” Sirius’ voice weakened, his anger breaking at your pleas, “I’m just mad someone else tried to take what’s mine.”

“I think he was trying to make us jealous, too,” Remus added, “and it worked.”

“Is that what the big issue is?” you asked for clarification, “you’re all jealous?”

“He got really close to you,” James responded, the candor in his voice hurting your heart.

“I’m yours,” you said, grabbing the wrist around your throat, “I’m all of yours, and yours only, you know that.”

“We know,” Sirius said, “I’m just so mad. I can’t calm down.”

“You need to release the energy, Sirius,” James said, “you’re never gonna get past this if you don’t.”

Sirius looked into your eyes, and you gave him a slight nod, signaling to him that he could use you to release the energy. He had a lot of pent up rage from the earlier incident that he needed to let out. He needed to remind you, and himself, that you were his.

Sirius crashed his lips onto yours, a hand still on your throat as he pushed you back against the headboard.

Remus threw the textbook in front of you onto the floor, pulling your legs from their position until they were out in front of you. He kissed up your thighs until he was under your skirt, kissing on top your underwear as you let out a small moan into Sirius’s mouth.

Remus moved your underwear to the side, immediately diving in between your folds with his tongue, causing you to gasp. Sirius pulled away from your mouth, allowing him to hear the noises you made. You whined as Remus shoved his tongue into your soaking wet hole, the intrusion catching you off guard.

“Shit, Remmy,” you whimpered.

“Gotta remind you who you belong to, dove,” James spoke, taking a seat on the bed next to you, “you remember?”

“I’m y-yours, shit, James, all yours,” you whined as Remus continued to fuck you with his tongue, your hand taking its place on his head, fingers entwined in his hair, holding him in place.

“No fair,” Sirius pouted, “why do you get to hear her moan your name when I’m the one who got mad in the first place?”

“Y-ou were mean,” you explained, breathing heavy, making talking difficult as ever, trying to give Sirius the reason you weren’t focusing your attention to him, despite your better judgement.

Remus heard you and immediately stopped his assault on your core. You tried to push his head back down in desperation, but he took your hands off of his head, pinning them to your sides.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Sirius questioned, tone low and dark.

“Nothing,” you answered, hoping they would let it go but knowing better.

“I was mean, huh? I don’t deserve to hear you moan my name then, is that it? You think you’re so big and powerful, punishing me because I was mean?” Sirius was growing angrier and angrier, his rage overtaking him again.

“I- I’m sorry,” you tried to backtrack.

“No, no, it’s too late for that now. If you think I don’t deserve to hear you, then I won’t do anything that constitutes a noise. You don’t want me, then so be it.”

“No, please, I do, I want you, please-“

“Tell it to James,” Sirius cut you off. He was mad at you for talking back to him, and mad about earlier, but he was strictly doing this to punish you. He knew you loved how he fucked you when he was mad, and he was threatening to deny you what you wanted.

“Jamesie, please, tell him that I w-“

“Uh uh,” James tutted, “you’re with me now, not Sirius. You don’t get to have him now.”

You pouted, tears threatening to spill as you looked up at James. He leaned over you, kissing your forehead before your lips, distracting you with his mouth before a hand lifted up your skirt and traveled beneath the waistband of your underwear, finding its home on your pearl.

James began to rub in circles, eliciting a moan in the kiss.

“Remus, I think you can go back now,” James spoke.

Remus kept your hands pinned at your sides but shifted downward, tongue reentering you as James rubbed you off, the feeling of two different men on your core driving you insane.

Sirius slumped down on a chair a few feet away, lighting a cigarette as he watched Remus and James overstimulate you as they held you down.

“Jamie, please,” you moaned.

“Please what, dove?” James asked, beginning to touch any part of your core he could, the pleasure becoming too much to handle.

“Please let me come,” you begged.

James looked at Remus, who made eye contact with him, but never left you alone. He shoved his tongue in and out of you, curling it upwards once inside, eyes focused on James as he waited for any signal to stop.

James, however, was always the nicest to you in the bedroom. Though he knew Sirius and Remus would usually stop now, he was making the call, and he hated denying you your pleasure, even if you were being punished.

He leaned in and kissed you, his touch quickening and hardening as Remus continued to taste as much of you as he could, causing your climax to hit you without warning. You squealed and moaned into James’s mouth, legs shaking as Remus licked up any remnants of your high before pulling away from you and standing up.

You attempted to catch your breath as Sirius took one last drag of his cigarette, extinguishing the flame and walking over to you, your cheeks flushed and chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to calm down.

“See, you didn’t need me, did you?” Sirius taunted.

“I-“

“Still don’t want me?”

You furiously shook your head no. “No, nonono, I want you, please, I need you,” you begged.

“Even though I’m so fucking mean?” he spat, intentionally working himself up to an angry place again.

“Yes, daddy, please,” you replied, using the name for him that you knew he couldn’t resist.

Sirius growled, tugging on his jeans and crawling over you, lightly kissing your neck before meeting your gaze.

“Beg for me,” he demanded.

Your heart was beating so hard it made your chest sore. “Please, daddy, I want you.”

“I think he’s earned hearing his name, sweetheart,” Remus spoke from beside you.

“Please, I need you so bad, Siri, I-“

The second you spoke his name, Sirius pushed your skirt up to your waist and your underwear to the side, inserting his entire length into you in one quick motion, a move he loved to use when he was punishing you for something. Though he had been inside of you plenty of times, he was too large to simply just start fucking you without a warm up, unless, that is, he was purposefully being mean.

You let out a high pitched moan at the intrusion, always forgetting just how deep his cock hits within you.

He then pulled almost his entire length out of you before slamming it back in, your body jolting upwards at the feeling of his hips snapping against yours. He started to fuck you, fast and hard, leaving no time for you to adjust to him or his size.

“Siri, fuck,” you moaned.

“That’s it,” he breathed, “you’re all mine. You fucking belong to me.”

All three boys were possessive of you, but knew you ‘belonged’ to all three of them, not just one. However, when Sirius was mad, the other boys didn’t matter. They knew he needed to feel like you were his and only his. All the boys needed that one-on-one intimacy at times, but Sirius craved it all the time, and sometimes Remus suspected that he really did wish you were all his.

“It’s too much, can’t- I c-“ you started to plead, but Sirius didn’t care, continuing his ruthless pace that nearly had your head slamming upwards into the headboard with each thrust.

“You can, and you will,” Sirius spoke, “you’re all fucking mine. I don’t even want anyone else near you. You’re gonna take it like a good girl so that everyone can hear who you belong to, understood?”

You nodded, taking a moment to process that you had to speak. “Yes, Siri.”

“Good girl,” he said, one of his hands grabbing your throat as he snapped his hips at an almost violent pace.

“Siri, please, I’m gonna c-“

“You know you’re supposed to wait until he comes,” Remus reminded you, “or else it just isn’t fair.”

“B- but- I-“

“No buts,” Remus said, running a thumb over your cheek to collect the tears that were now falling, “you wait until Siri is ready, and then you come with him. He deserves at least that much.”

Your walls were clenching around his cock, and you fought desperately not to come. You knew you were supposed to wait and come in unison with whoever was fucking you, but you were overstimulated, and Sirius’s possessiveness was hot.

“That’s right, baby, you gotta wait,” Sirius cooed, “my girl only comes when I say she can. You’re my girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Siri, I’m yours,” you responded, your hands grabbing desperately at his shoulders to steady yourself, “all yours.”

Sirius ran a hand over your body, scanning every inch of you as he fucked you. “All mine,” he whispered, almost more to himself than to you.

Sirius’s thrusts began to become erratic and sloppy, his high approaching as his clock twitched inside of you.

“You gonna come with me, love?” Sirius asked, and you whined in response, signaling that you were ready.

Sirius tightened his grip around your throat. “Come for me,” he commanded, “for me and only me.”

Your walls clenched around Sirius one last time as you came around him, one final “Sirius!” leaving your lips as you did.

The feeling of you coming around him caused Sirius to reach his high, his final few thrusts sharp and deep inside of you.

He took a moment to collect himself and catch his breath before pulling out of you.

“You remember who you belong to now?” James asked, sweetly repositioning your skirt over you to allow you modesty as you calmed down.

“Mhm,” you began to feel tired, “I’m all of yours.”

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∘∙⊱Description: Who would our little less experienced characters go to for help in pleasing their partner?

∘∙⊱Featuring:  Haruka Sakura, Jo Togame, Kyotaro Sugishita, Hajime Umemiya, Akihiko Nirei, Hayato Suo x fem!reader

∘∙⊱Words: 2.7k (I might have gotten a wee bit carried away, oops)

∘∙⊱Tags: fem!reader, minor spoiler warning for the manga (nothing too specific mentioned), aged up, smut, threesome, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, teasing, dom/sub dynamics, petnames, praising, degradation, dacryphilia, oral (m&f receiving), etc.

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a/n: Please be gentle with me I haven’t written anything proper in like 2 years lmao. But I’m currently obsessed with windbreaker and figured I’d take matters into my own hands for creating some content for these boys. Enjoy some spicy headcannons! You know the drill, 18+ content MDNI.

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-Sakura is a damn mess. I love this boy so much but he is. Because lets be honest, even getting together with Sakura was a project. This poor baby never even had someone show him friendship let alone love.

-(Slight Manga Spoilers) Sakura has gone to Togame for help before when it came to  the battle with Noroshi, and Togame has proven himself to be someone Sakura can rely on. Sakura treats everything like a fight, this is no different.

-Togame, in comparison, had much more experience. Being in Shishitoren was a lot on Togame before he met Sakura, so he had his fair share of sexual partners to relieve some stress.

-Sakura was new to relying on others, and even newer to asking for help. His face a bright red and a deep furrow in his brows. Togame took one look at his expression, eyebrows raising in curiosity. “What’s up Sakura, you good?” He had asked lazy crooked smile in place, tough he’d be lying if he wasn’t a bit concerned.

-Sakura’s scowl only deepened in response. “I need your help with something.” When Togame had urged him to go on, between clenched teeth he had asked him to help him pleasing his partner.

-To say Togame was shocked would be an understatement. Sakura’s furrow in his brow deepened. “Listen, I know your much more experienced than I am, I just.. I want to make sure she feels good too. But I fucking swear one smart ass comment and I’ll beat your ass into next week. You got it?” Togame’s eyes softened he knew how Sakura was, how hard it was for him to ask for help. He must really care for you. He agreed without a second thought.

-It wasn’t long before he found himself in your shared bedroom. His eyes wide at your form clad in nothing but a cute matching set the both of your cheeks adorned with the same bright red hue. He had to remind himself why he was here. He was here to help his friend, but gods were you so damn beautiful.

You felt so exposed, tears collecting on your lashes, as Togame has you spread open for Sakura. Your back resting against Togame’s chest, your thighs hooked over his, fully exposing your dripping center to Sakura’s hungry gaze. Togame’s long fingers drawing lazy circles over your needy clit. Your essence was dripping from your opening onto the sheets below, it had felt like Togame had been teasing your for hours, mind already swimming and neither of them had even filled your cunt. Togame’s other hand gently thumbing at your nipple, had you wiggling desperately in his grasp.

“See, Sakura, you need to take your time. You see how much of a mess her pretty pussy is making?” He chuckles, deep and breathy, right into your ear. “All that wetness is gonna make it feel so much better for the both of you. Plus just see for yourself how sexy it sounds”

Sakura felt like he was going to explode, his cheeks radiating warmth with how red they were, his cock straining against his pants, aching for attention.  All Sakura could do is nod eyes locked on your dripping cunt. “Go ahead Sakura, slowly slip two fingers inside, that’s it, see how easy it is?” he grins at the look on Sakura’s face at the squelching sound your cunt makes, coupled with the sound that falls from your lips at the feeling of his fingers stretching your once empty cunt. “sh-shut the fuck up I know how to put my fingers inside, asshole” Sakura grumbles, but he couldn’t deny Togame was right, they’ve never slipped in with such ease before.

Togame chuckles once more. “Oh she’s so responsive, how adorable~” Sakura’s eyes are wide, he’s never heard you make that sound before, he quickly gets drunk on your reactions, fingers gliding in and out of your cunt with ease with how wet you were. Togame continues to guide Sakura, telling him just how to position his fingers in such a way that he is repeatedly hitting the spot deep inside you that has your vision going white.

“Oh! H-Haruka, right there, please please I’m gonna~” You cry out, embarrassed at how loud your volume had gotten as you beg for release. Togame finally picks up speed, his fingers no longer drawing lazy patterns but circling your clit faster now. “That’s it doll, don’t hold back, show Sakura how good he’s making you feel.” Sakura watches intently, mesmerized, feeling your walls clamp down on his fingers body trembling as he and Togame’s fingers guide you through your orgasm. Sakura surging forward, lips claiming yours hungrily, swallowing your moans. Coming down from you high, breaths panting as you try and calm your racing heart and trembling thighs.

“Alright Sugar, I think your ready for the main event.” Both you and Sakura’s eyes widen at Togame’s words, you were both in for a long night.

Umemiya & Sugishita

-Let’s be honest here, Sugishita is trusting NO ONE other than Umemiya. He hold so much respect for him and I feel like if he’s going to anyone its him.

-I feel like his partner also spends plenty of time with Umemiya, so it wouldn’t be a stranger who is being invited into their bedroom. A good bit of Sugishita’s time is spent helping Umemiya in the garden or with meetings, so its safe to say that his partner spends a good bit of their time on the rooftop with them.

-Sugishita also knows that Umemiya will be gentle and not push any boundaries that  him or his partner are uncomfortable with. He finds some relief knowing Umemiya isn’t going to go all sadistic on his partner.

-That being said Sugishita is still so nervous to ask for help. He’s worried in some way he’d be disappointed in him for not being able to fulfill his partners needs. Umemiya is so caught off-guard when he asks too, Sugishita rarely ever asks for help so as the leader and viewing Furin’s members as his siblings of course he’s happy to help! Though Sugishita’s next words were ones he couldn’t have guessed even if he tried.

-When the time comes, and the three of you are in the comfort of your bed, they dwarf your frame. These boys are BIG, Sugishita is 6’3” and Umemiya is 6’2” so honeybun I’m praying for you for real.

-Umemiya is so patient, his gentle words guiding both of your actions, he is fully in hold of the reins. He has the both of you hanging on to his every word.

“That’s it Sugishita, be gentle, ease into her. She how much easier it slides in after warming her up?” Umemiya’s voice is tender, guiding Sugishita’s actions and easing your mind. His deep baritone spoken directly in your ear has you letting out shudder. Sugishita lets out a deep groan, you were always tight, normally struggling to take his girth. But your velvet walls pulled him in the wetness from the last hour Umemiya spent between your thighs making him slide in with ease.

“So.. fucking.. tight” Sugishita grunts, heeding his mentor’s word, resisting the urge to slam into you desperate to feel more of you. You whimper at the stretch, Umemiya titling your chin upwards, lips meeting your own. His tongue exploring your mouth, large hands roaming your body. One hand circles a sensitive nipple, the other has his fingers tracing mindless shapes on your clit. Effectively distracting you from the stretch of Sugishita entering your tight heat. The both of you moan loudly as Sugishita bottoms out, feeling filled to the brim and he hadnt even gotten started. “That’s it, give her a moment, let her get accustomed. Its okay sweetheart, poor little thing your tight little pussy is so full isn’t it baby?” The gentle tone of Umemiya’s voice contradicts the absolute filth that leaves his mouth. His words having you wiggling your hips desperate for more. “Please, Kyo, more.. please fuck me”

Umemiya grins, the desperate tone in your voice has his own cock straining against the tight fabric of his boxers. “Go on Sugishita, she asked so nicely, are you gonna make her beg?” He teases, having both of your cheeks flushing pink, as Sugishia begins to move. His hips rutting into yours,  your head being tossed back, resting on Umemiya’s shoulder. “Please.. please.. touch me Ume” You beg, your voice sounding foreign to your own ears in your desperation.

The older man grins, lips attaching themselves to your neck, his fingers resuming their ministrations on your sensitive spots. Letting out a deep growl, Sugishita picks up the pace hips slamming into your own. “You see that Sugishita, you see how deep you are inside her?” He teases, pointing out the bulge in your tummy where he can practically see just how deep he was thrusting inside you. He gritted his teeth willing himself not to cum, not yet. Not when you felt so good, not when you were making such beautiful sounds.

Your hand reaches behind you, slipping inside Umemiya’s boxers, your small hand wrapping around his cock, giving an experimental tug not wanting to leave him out. He curses into your neck. His hips thrusting into you hand as you begin pumping his length in your hand. Sugishita couldn’t take it anymore, you felt too good, your sounds doing too much to him. You too were on the edge. “Kyo, Kyo, please gonna..” You come undone with a cry, Sugishita matching your actions, spilling himself into your waiting cunt. After catching your breath, you and Sugshita have a silent conversation with your eyes, his response being an approving nod and a grunt, as you turn your half lidded gaze up to Umemiya.

“Ume.. please fuck me.. wanna make you feel good too.” The white haired male’s eyes widening at your forwardness, but as he said to Sugishita earlier, he wasn’t going to make you beg when you asked so nicely.

-See these two here… I think this arrangement is a bit different from the others. Unlike Sakura & Sugishita, it isn't Nirei going to Suo for help for his partner, but rather Suo helping Nirei get some experience under his belt.

-Suo is already training Nirei, taking him under his wing to show him how to defend himself, to him this was just another lesson for him to give the blonde.

-Nirei was confused when Suo had texted him telling him to meet him at his apartment rather than their usual meeting spot for training. Regardless, he followed instruction, curious as to where Suo lived. After all these years of knowing him, he still only knew what Suo let him know about him he was a mystery to him.

-He met Nirei at the door his signature closed eye smile adorning his face, laced with mischief, as he led him inside. “y/n isnt here, Suo?” Nirei had asked curiously, also with a twinge of nervousness.

-Suo was extremely perceptive, he noticed the cherry red that dusted Nirei’s cheeks whenever you greeted him or made idle chatter. How could he not? You were breathtaking after all. So Suo would throw one of his closest friends a bone. Tilting his head with a smile. “Oh no, she’s here, just in the bedroom waiting for our lesson.”

-Nirei didnt know what he was expecting when he followed Suo into their bedroom, but he nearly fainted seeing you sat on the bed waiting patiently in nothing but your bra and panties. Before he could profusely apologize for catching you in such a state of undress and run, his friend had placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “Today’s lesson is going to be a bit different, today me and y/n are going to be teaching you about inflicting pleasure rather than pain.”

-The nervous blonde thought his heart might just beat right out of his chest, was this a cruel prank from you both? Had Suo caught him staring at you and decided to give him a humiliating punishment?

-He would be a liar if he said he hadn’t imagined being with you before. If he hadn’t spent late nights fucking his fist, imagining it was you touching him instead. If he didn’t whimper your name in his pillow as he came.

-But when your big doe eyes met his, a delicate hand reached out to welcome him into the bed with a comforting nod of your head offering your consent, who was he to say no?

“He’s awfully eager isn’t he darling? Oops it seems like your mouths a bit full, how silly of me~” Suo chuckled, tone in his voice teasing, as he stuffed your mouth full of his cock. His eye softening as he looked down at you, fingers carding gently before tugging just the way he knew you liked, forcing more of his cock down your throat.

Your moans sent vibrations around Suo’s cock, he was right, Nirei was surely eager. His tongue lapping at your pussy like a man starved. His inexperienced tongue was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Suo needing to remind him to take breaths. Said man, chuckled once more, teasing voice filling the room.

“Nirei, she isn’t going anywhere we’re just getting started, make sure your focusing on her clit, that’s a boy just like, fuck, just like that.” The tail end of his sentence he wasn’t sure which of you it was directed at, the way you bobbed your head taking him expertly in your throat had the normally composed man losing his bearings. Using his grip on your hair he lifted you off his length.

“Come here.” He instructs the blonde, who reluctantly removed his face from its position buried between your thighs. You beckon Nirei to you with your hand in his, pressing your lips together in a heated kiss. Tongue quickly overtaking his own, allowing him to taste Suo on his tongue, a stark reminder of who you belonged to. This seemed to please your boyfriend, enough for him to slot himself between your legs. His cock sliding in with ease due to the wetness from Nirei’s saliva and your own arousal.

You moan, desperately into Nieri’s mouth, head being tossed back at the feeling of Suo’s cock filling you so deeply. His groan making both if you shudder. No time is wasted, you were quick to replace the empty feeling in your mouth with the blonde’s cock. He let out a loud desperate moan as the warmth of your mouth welcomes him in, hollowing your cheeks as you begin to suck. Suo sets a brutal pace from the beginning, determined to have all three of you coming undone at the same time.

You and Nirei’s moans and whimpers bounce off the walls, leaving no question of who was solely in control of you both in this moment. Suo felt the familiar spasm of your walls around him, indicating your impending release. “That’s it my love, come on, let go for me. Show Nirei how beautiful you look coming undone on my cock.”

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t close, the stimulation of your earlier ministrations bringing him to the edge faster than he normally would. Nirei is the first of you to come, a loud cry falling from his lips, tears streaming down his cheeks as he unloads into your waiting mouth. Nearly coming a second time just from the sight of you swallowing his cum, just so you would be able to cry out Suo’s name as you came on his cock. Suo was the last to topple over the ledge, your orgasm triggering his own. Hands gripping your plush hips in an iron grip as he paints your walls white. The room is silent save for the sounds of panting, all three of you catching your breaths from such intense releases. Suo’s voice is the first to break the silence.

“Alright Nirei, go on, if you clean her up real nice with your tongue I might just let you fuck her pretty cunt after.~”

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[lady-adaneth]

Sleepless Nights ⋆.˚ ⭒₊ .

For those out there struggling to sleep, I present to you...

Synopsis:

An elf from Rivendell, you eagerly joined the fellowship. However, many harrowing months into your journey, you constantly find yourself struggling to sleep.

Maybe a confession and a certain blond elf can help soothe your insomnia...

Legolas x gender-neutral elf!reader

No use of y/n

Prequel to Romantic Inclinations, but can also be read as a one-shot

Want to feel truly immersed? Listen while you read Encampment | Forest Sounds 

Content Warnings:

Spice scale: it’s spicy…but like it could also be spicier

Intimate physical touch + allusions to more

Word Count:

1.5k words

Translation Dictionary:

Meleth Nín = My Love

Mellon Nín = My friend

Aman = Blessed Land

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On tumultuous nights in which Legolas would undertake watch, the Fellowship and seemingly the entire forest would fall into a deep, weary slumber. Despite dozing constantly during your trek across the foothills, much to Gimli's envy, when day finally welcomed the night your worries continued plaguing your mind. You had laid staring up at the stars, knowing exactly which ones would lead you home to Rivendell. Despite the stick digging into your shoulders, it wasn't the thought of a snug bed and safe fire that tempted you, but rather those that you'd left behind. Before you joined the fellowship, there had been whispers of exodus. In the moment you had been hungry for adventure, ignoring the signs, but what if you'd made a mistake? You couldn't help but picture your kin sailing to the Grey Havens, escaping the torment that kept you from a good night's rest.

"Having trouble?" a kindly voice whispered. You briskly shot up, turning towards the source.

He sat back to a tree, vigilantly carving away at a piece of wood with his dagger. Despite your weapons lying comfortably around you; daggers by your ankle and spear by your side, Legolas's bow and quiver remained strapped to his back.

"Well that can't be comfortable," you teased, imagining the feel of a bow poking into your back. Suddenly you felt better about the stick.

"I could say the same thing about your arrangement," his head pointed towards your spot on the floor, eyes transfixed on his work.

"Hm, touché," you smirked, a pleasant silence falling between you.

The woods were immensely calm; the stridulation of insects a harmonious melody drowned out by a singular frog and its stark croak. The tranquility reflected in your companions, whose soft huffs of air you could hear below the crackling of the firewood. Maybe it was your expansive hearing that kept you from a restful sleep. You suddenly couldn't help but envy your newfound friends. Your thoughts were interrupted by the carving of wood as Legolas began to struggle with a corner, sawing forcefully at the bark.

"And what, exactly, are you making at this ungodly hour?" You stared at him with the corner of your eye, feigning annoyance.

"Wouldn't you like to know," the sawing continued.

"Mhm, what an astute observation" you mocked, standing and taking your place next to him, letting your head rest against the tree's homely bark.

After only a few weeks spent together you and Legolas had become settled in each other's presence. Through all of your teasing, you found it incredibly difficult to find anything about him to dislike. This unnerved you in a way, that is, how effortlessly you felt yourself falling for the princeling.

The silence returned once more, but the sawing had halted. You turned your head, finding Legolas already staring at you. His eyes were fawn-like and the tips of his ears began turning pink. Despite his curious embarrassment at being caught, he didn't shy away.

"What's on your mind?" you can feel your cheeks blossoming as the question leaves your mouth, your effort to prevent the blush only making it worse.

"How about you tell me what's keeping you from a good-night's rest," his eyes shone with genuine concern as he returned to his work. You felt the tension loosening, your playful demeanor returning once more.

"And what do I get for revealing such a thing, Prince?" You crossed your arms as if it could shield your fluttering heart.

"Whatever you want," the string was being pulled tighter once more.

You tried to keep your composure, confused as to how he was flustering you so.

"How about...you tell me what you're carving and why?" His eyes seemed to widen nervously at your proposal, only adding to your curiosity.

"Hmph, deal," he reached out his hand, and you leisurely reached your hand out. His handshake was gentle and his palms sweaty.

"But earnestly, mellon nín, what is plaguing you?" he said softer than before, suddenly aware of the others sleeping around the fire.

A sigh escaped your chest before you even registered it. You never told anyone about your troubles, and yet somehow it felt natural with Legolas. You weren't sure how much to say.

"I just...haven't found my sleep to be restful. Not since we left-," you swallowed hard.

You glanced at him as you attempted to compose yourself, expecting him to encourage you with his words. But he sat silently, knowing present in the depth of his stare.

He silently nodded, urging you to continue speaking.

You continued.

"When we first left, I had no hesitancy. And yet, as we continue, both our struggles here and those at home...trouble me," a breath enters your lungs. "I anticipated that this journey would be difficult, yes, but not impossible. The latter grows more apparent every day," you worried as to his response, and suddenly you found the ground to be rather intriguing. You began sifting the dirt through your fingers, soothing yourself as your cheeks turned red in shame. It was unlike you, let alone any elf, to be so vulnerable with another.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder; urging you to look up. Legolas's face came into view, eyes soft and glowing with firelight.

"I'm glad I am not the only one who feels this uncertainty," he smirked, though his eyes appeared more sorrowful than anything. You breathed a sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing all at once.

"We're not meant to lose hope at the prospect of another day not appearing before us-" He halted himself.

"-But, if it's any consolation, I'm glad my last day would be spent amongst all of these wonderful individuals," you chuckled at his words, fighting back a tear. "And if I could visit Aman with anyone...," he paused, seeming to collect his thoughts.

"...I would want it to be with you," his eyes lingered on your face, his demeanor more nervous than you had ever witnessed.

He searched your face for any sign. Disdain, perhaps? Or maybe acceptance.

Your breathing hitched as his eyes dipped down to your lips. Your arms could no longer muffle the sound of your hammering heart.

You were suddenly made aware of the hand on your shoulder, the way Legolas's hair seemed to burn more so than glow, the way his eyes sparkled with moonlight as they looked at you with the reverence of a thousand worshippers.

"Seems we have the same wish," you said quietly. Your words lingered as neither of you moved. Legolas sat motionless, not wanting to back away...or overstep.

You noticed.

Raising your hand to his cheek, you steadily moved your face closer to his. Your lips lingered over his for a second, before you moved back slightly; glimpsing into his eyes, searching for permission, before returning fluidly to his lips.

His lips encompassed your bottom lip gently, before pulling back to look at you. Your heart fluttered as he peered at you with an indescribable sense of wonder; impressing a sense of fey upon him. A smirk appeared on his face as he leaned back into your chest, his lips smashing against yours.

You could feel the string in your heart snap, all semblance of control leaving your body.

His arms wound around the back of your neck, and without a thought you moved your legs around his waist; straddling him as his back was pressed against the tree.

A small grunt escaped his lips as your hips gently made contact with his, the angles of his face sharp beneath your calloused fingertips. He gently pried your hands from his face as his lips trailed down your cheek,

then your jawline-

and then to your barely exposed neck.

You let out an audible gasp as his teeth gently bit into your skin, your hands finding their place in his hair. Legolas began shifting his hips, a pleasurable moan escaping your lips.

"SHHH," the sound emanated from the campfire.

His face leapt away from your neck, searching for the source.

Your hand covered your mouth as you fought back a roaring bout of laughter. Legolas's face was blooming as he held his breath.

Had they heard you? If Gimli had spotted the two of you neither of you would hear the end of it.

You both waited for a moment, searching for any sign of movement amongst your supposedly slumbering friends.

You couldn't believe what just happened. Next time, you resolved to find a more private location.

You let out a sigh, slumping into his chest; arms wounding around his neck as his arms found their way around your waist.

"So...who taught you that," you whispered, giggling to yourself at the thought of his lips on your neck...the claim his teeth had made on your skin.

"A certain, close source, that I shall not divulge," his hot breath lingered on your ear, his voice coarse.

"Hm, so that's how Arwen got those marks,"

"I hope you don't mind, meleth nín,"

"Not in the slightest-" you pulled back slightly, forehead resting against his.

"-I shall wear it like a badge of honor," you kissed him on the forehead.

A certain twinkle shone in Legolas's eyes as he leaned in to kiss the bite mark with enough gentleness to make you cry yet again.

"I think we may awaken the entire forest if we continue," a blush formed on your cheeks.

"Let's get some rest then," he smiled, his cheeks painted crimson at the thought.

You stood slightly, unwinding your legs from his hips. You slid to the floor, resting your head on his now outstretched legs. Without a word, he grabbed the blanket from his side, placing it around your drowsy form.

Legolas began to hum an unfamiliar tune, fingers making lazy strokes across your face. All you could hear was his steady heartbeat and voice, drowning out all else.

Your heart swelled with warmth as you fell asleep in Legolas's arms for the first time.

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[sailoryooons]

Fang Daddy | knj (m)

☾ Pairing: Vampire!Namjoon x fledgling! F. reader

☾ Summary: Ever since Namjoon turned you into a vampire, there is only one thing that you crave more than blood. Good thing your sire is more than happy to indulge in his sweet little vampire fledgling. 

☾ Word Count: 3,801

☾ Genre: PWP, Supernatural, Vampires, Established Relationship

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: Explicit sexual content, blood sharing, depictions of blood, feral fucking, vaginal fingering, nipple play, biting and a lot of teeth and spit and blood they’re vampires, a lot of carnal feelings, dom/sub themes, oral (f. receiving) cum eating, obnoxious use of the word daddy, subspace implications/descriptions, bodily fluids, a lot of feral thinking, explicit language, vaginal sex (reader on top), a bit rough, light degradation, reader is super needy, use of ‘good girl’ I think that’s it. 

☾ Published: October 12, 2023

☾ A/N: This is a pseudo-request because @kithtaehyung and I are unhinged and somehow this is where we ended up. I am not responsible for literally anything this might awaken inside of you because this is actually what Namjoon speaking/existing awakens inside of me - and I made it Halloweenie. This is just straight-up feral sex I don’t even know if it makes sense in parts. This is mostly unedited!

☾ A/N 2: Mildly inspired by this video

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“Everything okay, baby?” Namjoon’s rough voice comes through the phone. You squirm, feeling your stomach tighten. “Talk to me.”

Even the sound of his voice makes the air in the room feel thick. Heady. You can hear everything so clearly on his side of the phonecall: party noise, loud voices, the sounds of clicking champagne glasses and laughter. He tries to muffle the sound of the party, but your hearing is sharper now. Better.

You imagine Namjoon standing in the corner of the party, phone tucked to his ear, head bent down as he murmurs into the receiver. A shiver ripples through you and you can’t help but make a soft sound. The sheets in his bed are too hot against your skin, feeling staticky as you slide your legs open. You haven’t made a move to touch yourself but just the imagery of him makes your core ache.

Namjoon hears you, of course. His hearing is too sharp not to. He hums, almost a growl in the back of his throat. “Is that why you called me, baby?” 

“Yes.”

“I haven’t been gone that long.”

You stick your bottom lip out. A tingling sensation spreads over your skin from the tone of his voice. When he answered, he had sonded concerned. He’d only been gone for about two hours, nothing serious. But now, his voice has shifted. It’s darker, teasing. 

“What do you need?” 

“You.” 

It’s an honest answer. The only one that you ever have, these days. With the way your senses have been heightened since Namjoon has turned you, all you can think about his him. The smooth, warm skin of his neck. The spicy sent of his cologne and natural musk of his skin. His deep, throaty laugh as he lets you nuzzle into him, dig into him, do whatever you want. 

Blood lust keeps you from going to parties with him. You’re not ready. Not this early, and certainly not with Namjoon, who acts like a natural sparkplug for you. Even with him in the same room, your instincts and rational thought blur the line between beast and person. 

“Yeah?” he asks. Cocky. Assured. You roll to the side, hiding your face in the pillow. “Want me to come come and take care of you?”

You nod, but he can’t see you. He hums a question and you open your mouth, feeling the throbbing in your gums intensify at the thought of him coming home. “Please.”

“Okay. Give me twenty minutes, alright?”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you… what?”

You feel the heat creep up your neck, a blooming inferno of pleasure and embarrassment and shyness all wrapped up into a smooth little cocktail. “Thank you, daddy.” 

“Anything for you baby.” Just as you go to hang up, Namjoon adds in a warning, “Don’t you dare touch yourself without me.” 

Even giddy from the threat, you listen to him. Instead of toeing the line of how far you can push him, you lay in bed like a good little fledging. Before you were turned, being stubborn with Namjoon was one of your favorite things to do. He’s not quick to anger, he has all the time in the world for your shenanigans, and he is more than happy to wait until you behave yourself. 

Wait is no longer in your vocabulary. Vampirism comes along with life-changing traits. Better hearing, smell, and site. You’re much faster and you don’t need sleep as much - and according to Namjoon, eventually won’t need it at all. You’re nearly invincible, and once you pass the blood phase, you can return to mixing in a normal diet with your A Positive drinks. 

But something you didn’t expect was sensation. Everything feels more. Emotionally. Physically. Mentally. Music moves through you differently, bringing you to tears as you hear notes and sounds you’ve never noticed before. Skin-to-skin touch drives you wild, like your outer layer of flesh has become a minefield of nerve receptors, sparking at the slightest touch. 

It is overwhelming and addicting, and you’ve learned right away that making Namjoon punish you for flirting with rebellion will drive you into hysterics faster than it will drive you to pleasure.

So you wait, just like he asked. 

Hot air clings to your skin. Temperature eventually won’t bother you, but you’re still a fledging. With each day, things that were normal as a human will fade. Some things - like the eating - will return. For now, you feel flustered and shaky, knowing Namoon is coming home. 

Your Namjoon. Your boyfriend. And sire. 

Namjoon explained the convoluted relationship between sire and fledging only once. You have barely listened, to fixate on the bass thumping beat of the pulse in his neck. It isn’t uncommon for fledglings to be attached to their sires, especially since the vampire’s blood flows through the veins of their newly turned companion.

Plus, it’s easier to drink from Namjoon than from a person. Blood bags work fine. Deer work better. But when Namjoon lets you sink your teeth into his tender flesh to taste his most recently meal is divine, driving you somewhere between hunger and lust, trying to straddle both. 

When the door to the loft opens, you sag in relief. Sweat beats on the back of your neck as you sit up a little in bed. Pillows prop you up. You’re in one of his shirts, the fabric soft and smelling like him, reaching to your mid-thigh. 

Seeing him ignites your instincts, gasoline to a flame. Your fangs prick at your gums, the ache intensifying as you feel them slide out gently, prodding your tongue lightly. Your breathing quickens and your eyes zero in on him, unable to tear your eyes away.

He looks good tonight. He looks good always, but the way the turtle neck hugs the wide frame of his body makes your mouth salivate, drool pooling on your tongue. His arms ripple under the dark fabric as he stands by the door, shuffling his shoes off. 

The dark shirt is tucked into perfectly tapered black dress pants, showing off his perfect waist. Namjoon’s dark hair is styled back and out of his face. The silver hoop in his right ear catches the moonlight when he turns to look at you, full lips spreading into a grin. 

Namjoon rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. Your eyes dart to the smooth, tan ski no his forearms. You can already smell the blood pumping through him. It’s hot. Fresh. Your fingers grip the sheets as you sit up eagerly, realizing he must have fed just for you. To let you drink. 

His gait is smooth and casual. You say nothing as you stare at him. He crosses the spacious, warehouse-style loft until he’s standing in front of the bed, looking down at you, a pile in the sheets and blankets. 

Slowly, Namjoon dips his gaze down to the apex of your thighs, which are squeezed shut and shaking. Every hair stands up on the back of your neck as Namjoon puts a single knee onto the mattress. It sinks under his weight and he leans forward, hand brushing your knees to ease your legs open. 

Your legs slide against the fabric unde you smoothly, feeling like heavy. It flusters you, but not nearly as much as Namjoon looking at your dripping folds, nostrils flaring. He smirks and meets your gaze, his eyes dark as ever. 

“Let me see your hands.”

You untwist them from the sheets and hold them up. He leans forward more catching your fingers to twist them in the light. Your eyes flutter shut at the spark of his touch, pleasure rippling through you. It makes you go pliant. His tough fingertips turn your hands this way and that, every brush of them against your skin making you burn. 

“Good girl,” Namjoon croons. You open your eyes as he drops your hands. Belatedly, you realize he was checking to see if you’d touched yourself and left signs of stickiness on your fingertips. He crawls onto the bed properly, shuffling until he’s on his knees between your legs. “Does it ache?” 

“Yes,” you whisper. 

Letting your head fall to the side, you close your eyes. Your pussy pulses between your legs, desire so raw for him that you have to clench your teeth to stop from crying. Namjoon’s hand skim up and down your thighs, each stroke sending you further into a pent up craze. Your heart thunders against your chest, louder and louder until you can hear your own blood rushing through your body, hunger spiking. 

When you open your eyes, you meet Namjoon’s. It’s quiet in the room. Your tongue runs over the tips of your fangs. They pinch tender flesh and you open your mouth a little, flashing Namjoon your pearly little incisors. 

Namjoon’s gentle hands turn to blunt nails scraping down your thighs. “What do you want?” 

“Daddy.”

“Need to be taken care of?” You nod, head starting to get cloudly with want. 

It’s hard like this. To figure out how to articulate. Your tongue is heavy in your mouth and your gaze is trapped on his neck. The subtle pulse drags you in. You don’t think in words so much as images and feelings. Brief flashes of what you want to do as an idea more than a thought. 

Stuck between giving in to a primal instinct and being a thought-processing human leaves you in a stretch of grey that only Namjoon knows how to navigate for you. Because he knows you and what you need. Knows just what to do to get you through it.

“I’ve got you, baby.” He grips the bottom of your shirt - his shirt - and pulls upward. The scrape of the cotton against your skin is like fire. “You remember how to tell me when it’s too much?”

Too much is very likely to happen. It has before. When the thoughts, the feelings, and the sensations are so overwhelming that it suddenly feels like you will blink out of existence.

“Yes, daddy.” 

The nickname drips from your tongue like nectar. You don’t remember when you started calling him that, only that it feels good and that you like the way his mouth twitches upward when you say it. Like the way it makes him a little more feral. 

“Tell me.”

“Indigo.”

Cool air pebbles your nipples. You shiver, exposed, and splay out for him. His dark eyes drink you in. Twisting your fingers in the sheets, you watched with hooded eyes, feeling the arousal drip drip drip between your legs. 

Namjoon’s hands are like embers as he traces your skin. Up your legs, hips, stomach, fingers tracing under the swells of your breasts. His fingers stroke upward, dizzying touch circling your nipples gently. It hurts. The ache for him is deep, your mouth falling open to reveal your fangs as you hiss. 

His mouth twitches as he lowers himself down. The anticipation makes you suck in a sharp breath, holding it trapped until it comes out in a long, wined whine as Namjoon’s tongue flicks at your hardened nipple. 

Immediately your hands shoot up to his arms. He doesn’t mind, letting you dig your nails into his shirt as he sucks generously at your tit, sending you wild. The sensation is overpowering. You feel a ringing in your ears as you press your chest up into his mouth. 

More more more more. 

You don’t realize you’re babbling, saying the words out loud until he’s laughing, dark voice vibrating through your skin as he kisses his way to your other nipple. 

“More?” he asks. “You know how to ask.”

“Please,” you gasp, feeling the tip of his tongue apply the barest pressure imaginable. “Please, it hurts.”

Namjoon’s fangs scrape sensitive flesh. It makes you sing, squeezing your eyes shut as you pant through what is barely the beginning of intimacy. You’re already woozy and preening and light-headed and he knows it. Maybe takes a little pity on you. 

Normally, Namjoon likes to take his time. Now, he moves with more urgency. He dives in for your neck, plying your skin with wet, generous kisses as he does. You bare your neck for him, pliant and obedient, knowing that your artery is there for the taking if he wants to.

Blood sharing is intimate between vampires. Even sires rarely share blood with their fledglings the way Namjoon does. It’s only done between the most precious of partners, between two vampires ready to consume one another. To be one another. 

Anything less would be an act of cruelty or desperation, and this is neither.

Namjoon doesn’t bite down, though. He slides his hand between your legs, fingers brushing against your sticky folds to relieve some of the tension. You whimper, nodding your head to unasked questions as his fingers lazily trace circles around your clit.

Pleasure ebbs and flows, your blood rushing. You can feel your heart thundering in your chest as he kisses his way up to your mouth, stealing your lips in a searing kiss. It’s all tongue and fangs, the wet slide of his lips against yours messy and carnal and hungry.

Your hips roll into his hand as Namjoon plays with your cunt properly. You’re relentless, rolling your hips into the palm of his hand, pressing your swollen clit against him for friction. It’s a messy slide but it feels so good, brows pinched, mouth open as you pant. 

Namjoon sinks a finger into your throbbing entrance and you go mad. Your nails rake down his sleeves, tearing fabric as you go. Your legs shake, muscles squeezed tight as he fucks his fingers up into you, meeting your sloppy thrusts. 

It’s feral and heated, driven purely by the inferno burning in your stomach. Namjoon catches your earlobe between his fangs, dragging the sharp points across soft flesh. You let out a loud, wanton sound, unable to control yourself. 

Shaking. Sweaty.  Deteriorating. This is what he does to you with just his hands. His fingers press into your cunt, hitting your spot each time. It feels like pandemonium, walls clenching down on his fingers as you start to come loose around him. 

“Fuck you’re a mess,” he growls, nipping your jaw as you frantically chase an orgasm. The wet slap of his fingers is loud, backtracked by your shaky breathing. “Fucking my hand like a little whore.”

“Daddy,” you mumble, eyes rolled back. You know it’s depraved. You don’t care. You just want him. Anyway you can have him.

Namjoon knows. His mouth goes to your neck. Your breath hitches, waiting as the flat of his tongue laps against your pulse point. When he bites down, you unravel. 

Pain and pleasure unfurl, white-hot. You gush around his fingers, body convulsing. The warmth at your neck sedates you momentarily, knocking you into a state of bliss. Your head spins and it feels like you’re everywhere and nowhere all at once, not even breathing. 

Namjoon takes long draughts. You feel his tongue pressed against your punctured skin. Feel the hot, slow bead of blood dripping down your neck to your shoulder. Every nerve is on fire and alive.

“Want,” you gasp. Namjoon removes his mouth from your neck. You feel the blood running, sticky. “Want want want want want.”

Namjoon kisses you. He tastes like blood, tongues tangling. You suck his tongue into your mouth generously, making him moan deep in his throat. The sound of him drives you further. You surge upward, seeking and hungry, hands tearing. He snarls when you rip off the shirt but he has others. Nothing is more important than him - than this.

Warm skin meets your hands. Vampires recently fed aren’t cold at all, their skin burning with fresh blood and heat trapped between you. Your fingers explore the taught muscles of his chest, the dips in his biceps and shoulders. Namjoon is a work of art, towering over you as he sits up to kick off his pants, movements blinding. 

Your hands don’t remain still, grabbing any part of him you can, mouth latching on. You suck at his wrist, forearm, bicep. Anything you can taste, your mouth is there, searching. You don’t bite, though. Not until he lets you. Not until you have his permission. 

Namjoon ducks between your legs. You gasp, feeling his tongue eagerly sliding up your folds. Your hands shoot to his hair, locking in his silky strands as he drinks you down.

It's feverish. Your feet kick out as Namjoon ravishes you, tongue plunging into your cunt, mouth sucking greedily on your clit. The stimulation is maddening, sending you shrieking toward another high.

He doesn't stop, smacking his lips together, licking, gasping, pressing his face further and further until he's shoving you up the bed, tongue buried inside of you.

Namjoon sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking over the swollen bud. You squeal and crash down, orgasm washing through you as you come into his mouth.

He devours, tongue lapping, mouth sucking. He leaves nothing spared, and when he finally pulls away, panting and shining with cum and blood, the bottom half of his face slick and eyes blown, you know that you'll never want someone else. Anything else.

The world spins when Namjoon lifts you. You blink and he’s under you, his thick cock leaking onto his stomach. Your mouth waters as he settles you in his lap, his back against the pillow. Namjoon looks like a dark god, his sweaty hair falling into his dark eyes, mouth kissed with crimson, tan skin glowing. 

Your hands go to his face, cradling his jaw. For a second, your touch is soft. Nestled in his lap, you trace the outline of his jaw, brushing your fingers to wet lips. He is yours. You are his. In body, soul, and blood. His gaze softens, as though he sees this too. 

“Mine,” you murmur, thumb pulling at his bottom lip. Your gaze meets his. “Right, Daddy?” 

“Yours,” he agrees, lifting your hips with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. He settles you over the dark tip and you shiver, head tilting back. “And you are mine.”

In a single, fluid motion, Namjoon spears you on his shaft. You let out a shriek, pleasure bolting through you. You feel full, gasping as you’re fully seated in his lap. Namjoon doesn’t wait for you to adjust, pulling you in to lay against his chest as he plants his feet on the bed, fucking up into you.

You go mute. Your body slides against his, your chest pressed against his, your face buried in his neck. You can smell the blood there, and hear the beating pulse like a siren’s call. Drink drink drink. 

You wait, completely distracted by the way Namjoon thrusts into you, jostling your frame into his. His arms are wrapped tight around your waist, your knees digging into the bed. He gives and you just take, eyes rolling back in your head, blood running down your neck, mouth slack. 

Despite his ferocity, it’s intimate. You feel every breath Namjoon takes. Feel his thighs flex underneath you, feel the way your arousal slides down your legs onto his waist as he fucks you. It’s feral but it’s different, a tether of emotion that goes deeper than anything you could perceive as a human snapping between you. 

Namjoon slides down the bed a little. Changes the angle so that he’s hitting you deeper, harder. You clench your teeth, barely hanging on to your sanity as you wait for him to give you permission to bite him. Your mouth salivates at the thought, his blood roaring in your ears. 

You roll your hips into him. It’s a little disjointed but it works, sliding along his cock as he drives you closer and closer to the high roaring inside of you. It’s so close you can feel it burning, nova under your skin. Only Namjoon can do this to you, lighting you up until you’re burning so hot you can’t take it. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. No thoughts trespass here. It is only the shivering pleasure as Namjoon relentlessly takes you, growing. You scoot your face toward his neck, nose pressed against hot skin. You’re trembling, completely at his fingertips. 

Waiting. Waiting.

“Go ahead, baby,” he grunts, fingers digging into the globes of your ass. “You’ve been so good.” 

“Thank you,” you whisper, voice barely audible even to your sensitive ears. “Thank you.”

Finally, you indulge. You open your mouth against Namjoon’s neck, soft and tentative. Your tongue sweeps across salted, hot skin. You whine, feeling his pulse beating under the tender skin. Your fangs scrape against him and he moans, arms tightening around you.

And then you bite down. 

Namjoon moans. You lose yourself in the sweet taste immediately, like cherry wine rushing into your mouth. Rapture. You drink slowly. Soft. Gulping as your veins ignite. Every atom lights up along the way, until you’re a vibrating mass of energy. 

It’s like threads of awareness connect you. You feel Namjoon’s burning desire, his hunger for you. The deep-rooted adoration and love for you, a river that runs down to his marrow. You bathe in it, letting the connection wash over you. 

Blood sharing gives you glimpses to Namjoon that you normally don’t see. Flashes of the way he sees you, his heart fluttering. Snatches of seeing something at a store that reminds him of you. The way you taste to him, the way he wants to hold you and never let go. 

It’s so much. 

You don’t take much. You know your limit, and as your thoughts start to black out, you remove your mouth, gasping. Your head falls to Namjoon’s shoulders, eyelids fluttering. Your stomach coils on the edge of another orgasm so strong that you just let it happen. Let it slam into you, a rogue wave. 

The world blinks out of existence. There’s just the smell of Namjoon. The ghost of his mouth on your temple, and the softest feeling of floating. This is what you crave. The feeling of lightness with the accompanying touch of Namjoon. Because even in this space alone, there is a thread back down to him, a beacon to pull you back.

Slowly, you come back to him. You feel his heart beating against yours. You move your head, nuzzling into him. You feel flaky, dried blood but you don’t care, nuzzling into him. Your Namjoon. His arms are steady around you like a cocoon. 

You have never been safer. More loved.

“Thank you,” you whisper, voice raspy. 

“Always.” 

You settle in comfortable silence, wrapped up in one another. Nothing will ever beat this. A thousand lifetimes with Namjoon is all you ever need to do this as many times as you want. 

“You okay?” you nod against him. Your fingers slide up his neck and face to card through his hair, playing with the strands. Your eyes are still closed, enjoying the sound of his heartbeat. “Good.” 

“A little needy.”

“You? Needy? Unheard of.” he teases.

You grin. The carnal desire from earlier washes away, fed. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s really hot.” You hum, continuing to play with his hair but saying nothing. “I’m kind of like your fang daddy, huh?” 

Your hand pauses and you crack an eye open. Namjoon is grinning up at the ceiling, eyes turned to crescent moons as he tries not to laugh at his joke. Gone is the dark, powerful vampire, replaced by the sweet, boyish man that you love just as much. 

“Namjoon,” you chastise, tugging his hair a little.

He giggles. “How about fang father?” 

You sigh. “Whatever you want. Anything you want.” 

He kisses your temple and lets you fall asleep. 

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sebastian (SDV) x Fem!Reader

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Sebastian might be our local emo boy and you would rarely ever get it out of him, but he does enjoy winter and the Winterstar season – he just hates the commitments around it, especially on the day of.

That wouldn’t mean he would rain on your parade, though. No, he would help you decorating your house, would carry your bags when you went gift shopping (with one earbud in ear because the people around you are just so loud), helping you bake cookies, you name it. He would be there.

But, if we are being honest, Seb probably wouldn’t be a holly jolly little elf, too much things on his mind, too many people pretending, too much annoying etiquette. Why the hell would he pretend he liked Clint just because someone put a star on a tree? And why the hell would he say something nice to Demetrius just because some random singer in the background preached about the importance of family with these annoying ass jingles?

He was nice to the people he cared about, wasn’t that enough? For example he would only cock his brow whenever he entered Sam’s room that resembled a Winterstar wonderland and never say anything. See? That was nice!

Still, you would notice Sebastian’s mood shift the closer the Feast of the Winterstar came. You knew he would probably lighten up again the day of (he would say he is just acting for the family, but he had seemed to mellow out ever since you had joined the family table), and since you were a good spouse, you decided to spice things up a little.

Sebastian’s eyes would light up when you dangled the opportunity of a spicy gift exchange between the two of you in front of him.

Of course he would agree immediately – what was he? Stupid? Hell no. He would grin up at you with a mischievous glint in his pretty eyes before telling you to bring it on.

His slender fingers were wrapped around the box in his hand with utmost care, holding onto it oh so gently. He had spent hours looking for the perfect gift for your very own spicy exchange, and he had to admit, he was kind of proud of it. The little vibrator would be perfect for your nights out at the saloon or for when he decided to be a total asshole and overstimulate you to the point of tears. Maybe for when you cockwarmed him because you just couldn’t wait for him to finish his project, too. “Seb?” A soft voice asked, making him look up from the box in his hand, jaw falling open when he saw you. You were completely bare, aside from thigh-highs and a black collar with the matching leash in your hand. You gave him a shy, almost bashful smile, but there was no time for any explanation with how quick you were pinned to the couch, long fingers wrapping around the leather of the leash.

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pumpkin latte - k.th

bf!taehyun x reader

summary — you spend the night in; carving pumpkins, watching horror movies, and making halloween themed lattes with your barista boyfriend <3

wc — 2k

content — cuddles, kisses, tooth rotting fluff ^_^

✩ this is fic 1/5 of my halloween spooky series!

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october; the month of all things spooky, spicy, enchanted, you name it. but you couldn't deny it was most especially the month when people your age loved to go out every night and party, doing god knows what.

but for you and taehyun, october was the month you spent afternoons decorating your apartment with all kinds of adorable fall decor, cozying up on the couch afterward with lots of snacks to binge your favorite scary movies. maybe cuddle up in bed later with some hot tea and talk about your days, stare into his starry eyes.  

the point is, the two of you didn't feel the need to go out and be social. as homebodies, staying in with one another was more than enough to make your day special. just in the comfort of one another; you in the comfort of his baggy clothes and him in the comfort of your arms. it was just perfect. most especially during the fall season.

it was so perfect, in fact, that you had developed little traditions over time; pumpkin carving competitions, knitting cute scarves and hats for each other, baking cookies, brewing fall-themed comfort drinks.

that was one of many pros of having a barista boyfriend; he knew every single recipe to exist. and he had made you a plethora of lattes over the years. but your absolute favorite had always been his pumpkin lattes. crafted to perfection, you could almost taste his love in every sip. 

tonight, you had his favorite butterscotch cookies in the oven as you waited for him to get home from work, lighting some fall candles to prep the apartment for your hardworking boyfriend <3

at the sound of his key in the knob, your heart practically lit up, a smile spreading across your face when you saw his glowing face come around the corner and into the kitchen with two large pumpkins in each of his arms.

"taehyunnie!!" you run around the kitchen island, arms outstretched to help him with a pumpkin, hugging his baggy sweater once his arms are free.

he smelled of coffee and warm cinnamon rolls, the scent of working in a cafe all day. it was your favorite scent in the world.

"two pumpkins for our competition which i'm beating you at, by the way," he kisses your forehead in between words, each hand gently squishing your cheeks together so you can't argue back.

when you seem you're about to say something, he catches your words with his soft lips instead, gently pressing them to yours. a clever way to win a nonexistent argument. you pull away after kissing his lips, a glint of mischief in your eyes. 

pumpkin carving competitions; one of your and taehyun's favorite fall activities that you always looked forward to. you have exactly one hour to carve your pumpkins, and then you send photos of the finished product to your friend group, having them judge who won. the winner got to pick the movie after. it never got old. 

although, in the grand scheme of things, the winner or loser of the competition doesn't matter because both pumpkins always end up on the windowsill, happily flickering like the warm glow of your love. 

it isn't until he's at the sink, sleeves rolled up to his elbows washing his hands that you get him back, hugging him from behind and standing on your tip toes to blow cool air in his ear. he shivers against you, a small shriek leaving his mouth as he laughs. 

"okay maybe i'll let you win," he turns around once he's dried his hands off with a towel, smirking down at you. 

"we'll see about that," you snake your arms around his neck, just to grab a cookie from the platter that was on the shelf behind him, taking a bite and then turning around to start brewing the coffee for your lattes. 

his eyes lingered on you, smile growing on his lips at your teasing gesture, throwing the towel over his shoulder before going to help you. he just couldn't contain his love.

snaking his arms around your waist, he hugged you tightly, chin on your shoulder, gentle eyes on your working hands. i love you against your ear with the warmth of his breath brought a sparkle to your chest, and you swore your heart couldn't fill with any more love.

the scent of coffee swirled into your nose as you helped one another prepare the lattes, his soft hands guiding the small cup of foam over your mug to make a cute design of a kitty. clinking your mugs together, you took a sip, already melting into your favorite warm drink, laughing into your mug when taehyun sported a white mustache on his top lip from the foam, leaning over to lick it off with a gentle kiss to his lips.

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"three...two..." you intensely stared at each other from opposite ends of the table, pumpkin carving utensils in hand as you readied yourself to carve the best pumpkin in existence, your boyfriend finding your determination the cutest thing in the world. 

"one!" you shouted and quickly got to work, brows furrowed as you focused on the design you carefully etched into the pumpkin. the reason he loved this so much was to observe you, tongue caught in your teeth as you precisely carved, just wanting to watch you forever. 

and taehyun being taehyun; naturally gifted at everything he does, was a very skilled pumpkin carver. he got to work, determined to carve you your favorite animal because he knew it would make you happy. 

but of course, one hour was a long time to go without getting up and having some sort of physical contact with your boyfriend because looking at him from afar was only so fulfilling before you just had to go hug him. 

you both took small breaks, dancing to music in the middle of the kitchen or sipping on the remainder of your lattes, feeling a little dizzy after he spun you around a little too much. 

the hour passed by and it was time for the grand reveal, sitting on taehyun's lap with his hands cupped over your eyes as he counted down from three. revealing his masterpiece, a grin spread from cheek to cheek at the cutest carving of you and him as kittens snuggling under a heart that had your initials in it. you could almost tear up at his thoughtfulness. 

he was distracted by your pumpkin; the carving of your friend group as little animals, finding it the cutest thing in the world. he found it adorable how you carved him as a squirrel, beomgyu as a bear, soobin as a bunny, yeonjun as a fox, and hueningkai as a penguin, 100% sure they'd immediately vote for yours when you sent your photos in the groupchat, and that made him happy. 

your phones repeatedly dinged with messages from the boys, hearting your picture and complimenting you on how cute their animals are. beomgyu texted asking why his animal was a bear and not a cool tiger, soobin sent a picture of himself with a bunny filter on, and kai texted: awe taehyunnie's is so cute! his being the only vote for your boyfriend's pumpkin. your friends always supported and gushed over your relationship, wanting nothing but the best for you. 

you and tae laughed, replying to some of the boys' messages and ultimately sending them a selfie of the two of you with your pumpkins, sure to send another one later with what they looked like in the windowsill. or they would all just come over and see it for themselves tomorrow, as they all agreed upon in the group chat. 

after placing a faux candle in each of your pumpkins and displaying them in the window, you ran outside, hands intertwined together as the cool october breeze blew your hair back, feeling nostalgic as the crisp air smelled of bonfire and evergreen trees.

the warm glow coming from the window was enough to make you wrap your arms around the tall boy before you tightly, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his nose, his bright smile illuminating the evening and you swore your love for him could never ever end.  

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although it was your pick for the movie night, you still let the cozy boy beside you have some say, holding three dvd cases out in front of him as he closed his eyes and randomly picked one.

his pick made you jump up in excitement because this film was one of your favorites and you claimed it was super scary, when in reality you knew it was just to make taehyun hold onto you tighter (and he would anyway).

cozying up with some caramel kettle corn and seconds of your favorite pumpkin latte, warming your hands with the warm mug, taehyun draped fluffy blankets over you and plopped back down on the couch next to you. 

you snuggled into him, breathing him in, taking in his warmth. he was simply your comfort boy, serotonin flooding your brain with every breath you took. relaxing into him, the muscles in your body slowly unraveling until you were completely still and relaxed. 

the sound of his laugh when one of the characters in the movie did something stupid was your favorite sound in the world, looking up at him with a giggle of your own, watching the star-shaped lights that draped from the ceiling reflect in his large glassy eyes. straight, dark brown hair parted over his pretty eyebrows. he couldn't have been more perfect.

of course, popcorn was sent flying in the air several times because your boyfriend was prone to getting jump scared, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and barely peeking out an eye when the scene got too scary, clutching your hand tightly.

“it’s okay tae it’s only a movi- AHH!” obviously, you were just as prone to jump scares no matter how many times you’d seen the movie. but it’s okay because hugging your comfort boy under the warm blankets reminded you that you were safe, always.

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the movie had ended and although you were only a bit sleepy, taehyun picked you up and carried you to the bathroom to start your night routine so that you didn’t have to walk, gently setting you on the counter.

brushing your teeth and doing your skincare together had always been one of your favorite parts of the night, always feeling lucky that your had a boyfriend with the brightest smile and most beautiful skin on the entire planet. and of course, he shared the details of his routine with you.

“wait- i made you something,” his eyes light up as he suddenly remembers something and quickly runs out of the bathroom, returning with his hands behind his back.

shutting your eyes, something you feel you’ve done countless times in anticipation for his surprises, you feel him tuck your hair behind your ears and situate a soft pressure around your forehead.

“i knitted this for you…” you open your eyes at the sound of his soft voice and see for yourself in the mirror that he had knitted you a fluffy black headband with tiny cat ears on it to keep your hair out of your face. “…i hope it’s helpful.” he smiles at you in the mirror.

your cheeks grew pink with how much you gushed over his mere thoughtfulness and innocent gesture, melting over the fact that he put much time and effort into knitting this, considering how tedious and time consuming it is.

your eyes said it all; how grateful you were to have such an amazing person like kang taehyun in your life. you hugged his neck, peppering his face with kisses as he scrunched his nose. “i’ll have to knit you one too, so we can match.”

at the sound of that, your boyfriend’s large eyes lit up in excitement, smile beaming right into your heart. he helped you with the rest of your skincare, gently rubbing various lotions in for you and squishing your cheeks like he always did. snuggling into bed together, you ended the night with cuddles, deep talks and staring into his dreamy eyes until you couldn’t hold them open any longer.

his love truly felt like a cozy fall night in, warm blankets, star shaped fairy lights, the soft glow of jack-o-lanterns from your window sill, and best of all, pumpkin lattes.

🐿️<3

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a/n — thank you for reading pt. 1 of my halloween spooky series!! 🐻 is up next :) comment if you would like to be added to the tags list if you aren’t already!! stay tuned ^_^ 🎃

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[lovevxle]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a vox x female reader either smut or fluff where him and the reader are arguing but vox apologizes after? (with either spiciness or cuteness)

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Words hurt.

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Vox x f!reader

cw🚩: cursing, arguing, threats from significant other

Summary: Vox arguing with reader, apologizing after, fluff. (let me know if smut ver. is wanted!)

a/n: sorry for losing my daily posting streak! Hope this will make up for it and hope all the Vox simps like ittt<3

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Vox was a busy guy. He owned the most popular business in all of Hell, so of course he had a lot on his plate. Owning a business comes with stress. LOTS of it. He would often come home angry and instead of taking his anger out on the cause, he would take it out on you. You hated when he yelled, spoke rudely, even lay his hands on you.

One night, as he had just gotten home, he was shaken up as always. He throws his coat across the room and kicks off his shoes. You come down to greet him, but as soon as you try to even kiss his cheek, you get shoved away. "Get off, bitch.." you stumble back a bit and look away. "I've had a long day and don't have time for all your shit."

"Can I ask you about your day..?" Vox rolled his eyes. "What is so fucking difficult to understand about 'I don't have time for your shit' ?" he asks angrily, getting more frustrated by the second. "I just wanted to talk to you...we never hang out or just..chat." you mumble. "You wanna know why? Because you're an annoying bimbo! You can't get simple words through your fucking head, like Satan what isn't getting up in that nut sized head of yours?!"

You flinch as he raises his voice. You hated when he did that. When he made you upset, insecure...scared even..? "You wonder why all your exes cheated on you, it's so obvious. Stupid bimbo..." Those words stung. Really bad.

You begin to feel tears sliding down your cheeks even though you try so hard to hold them in so he won't get mad. "Oh, for the mother of- will you shut the fuck up with your crying?! You're so fuckin' dramatic, grow the hell up! Want me to give you somethin' to cry about?!" he says as he raises his hand. Your eyes widen. He was about to actually lay a hand on you.

You knew that Vox could have his anger issues at timea but...this..? You quickly back away and run upstairs. "Y/n...wait- aw fuck! I wasn't actually gonna hurt you-" he gets cut off by the door slamming. He plops down on the couch and burries his face in his hands.

He fucked up.

He let you habe your space for a while, figuring you needed it. After a few hours, he walked upstairs. He knocks on the bedroom door. "Darling..?" he sees you curled up in bed. He hears a chocked sob leave your mouth as he sat on the edge of the bed. "I..uh..I.." Vox muttered. He was never good at apologies.

He mustered up a half-assed 'sorry' but reaoized that wasn't enough. "Baby, I hate when we argue..I love you with all my heart and i never want you to fear me. What I did was stupid, cruel, and straight-up wrong. Would you forgive me?"

You nod. Vox smiled and pulled you close. "I love you too" You respond shortly. It was only three words but, fuck, did it make Vox's heart pound. He blushes lightly and clears his throat. "W-well..now that that's cleared up, wanna watch a movie or something? Just to make up for what I did?"

"Of course."

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[potchi-fics]

Cold night

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cold night you don't notice how cold it gets, sometimes. you're too warped in your own world that is full of problems; trust me, you have so many problem. but one thing comes into mind when you do notice the change in the temperature. christmas starts tonight.

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you sigh as you step out of the library you were just in, the chilly air swiftly wrapping your entire body.

you have a routine consists of wake up, go to work, clock out, and spend the rest of your free time in a library, though one may see it as a hassle--you think otherwise.

you've been doing that same routine for years, it's been practically imbedded into your being.

but what you don't tell people is what you see when you come out of the library, and that is seeing the person who gives you warmth despite the harsh cold air surrounding you two.

your sight goes down to look at the watch on your wrist when you hear her voice, "y/n!"

"bada.."

now, who is Bada? she's been your best friend since high school. you two were inseparable since then, not drifting apart even when you both were in college. now, she's famous dancer and you're just a simple woman with a simple life-- and frankly, you're okay with that.

she happily skips to you, "how is my favourite person?"

without saying anything, she reaches for your bag and you let her, used to this considering it's what she always do whenever you two were together.

"hmm, i'm a little tired." you laugh out loud, finding her excitement adorable. "you wanna buy some food before going home?"

truth is you like her. so so much, and for years now. you fell for her because just by being near her makes you feel so calm and collected, you fell for her because of how soft she is towards you, you fell for her because of how she gives you the skin of her fried chicken, you fell for her because she sacrifices her sleeping hours just to talk to you when it's late.

you love how she rants about her day sometimes, how her eyes shine so bright when she talks about her passion, how she seems to make the world a better place for you.

you also love how strong she is, how she holds herself up, how she tries her best to overcome what she's facing.

so how did you fall for her? you just did, and you continue falling for her day by day.

but you never had the courage to say your feelings to her, fear of rejection and losing your friendship takes over.

you were walking ahead of Bada, letting the sound of footsteps and comfortable silence take over your bubble.

"y/n," you hear her tired but soothing voice from behind.

you hum out in reply.

"can we eat something spicy?"

you giggle at her tone of voice, like a kid scared of their parents.

"yeah, sure," you tease her, "but you're gonna be paying for it, even my own order."

a playful scoff reaches your ears, making you smile.

you're content with things just like this. even if it means that you can't have her like you desperately want, you're more than okay to be just like this. to be near her, to be around her, to be her friend, you'll take it.

however, you don't see her looking at you with a twinkle in her eyes. a twinkle that only appears when she talks about her passions. you don't see how a soft smile breaks into her face when you get excited because she gives you the skin on her fried chicken, you don't see how her tiredness and exhaustion disappears into thin air when she sees you.

you don't see how madly in love she is with you, and she's gonna change it tonight.

minutes later, you both reach a store and Bada looks at you so fondly, like you're the most precious thing in the world. she feels her airways tighten when she sees you laughing along with the vendor.

moments like these, moments how the world-- her world seems to just revolve around you, moments how the cold wispy air turns warm because you're with her.

when you present the food you bought to her, a smile so big that it looks like it hurts your cheek, a smile so wide that it radiates so much.. warmth and homeliness.

she has, no, scratch that, she needs to say it.

from your perspective, you can't help but grin so big-- the sight of Bada carrying your things, looking at you with that strange look in her eyes, you're both so happy, god. you're so comfortable with her, you just can't help but let your heart beat so fast, you just can't help but blurt it out.

"i'm in love with you."

"i'm in love with you, y/n."

"oh."

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hehe its currenty 3 am here, and i cant sleep so im writing again, mind you guys that these are all gonna be on the spot because i cant plan for shit pls send requests huhu ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

[claraisanastronaut]

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"Sunny days."

Warnings: None, just a little spicy hint at the end. Context: What it would be like if the reader and Soap went to the beach.

John “Soap” MacTavish on the beach

•He simply loves everything related to water. Although sometimes he is a little difficult to take a shower, but once he gets in, he doesn't want to get out.

•Soap is definitely the type who likes to try fruit cocktails and the most diverse drinks available at the drink stands on the beaches, he likes the more colorful ones. Honestly, I don't even know how he has the stomach to handle so much. He probably really likes fruits he hasn't tried yet, always looking for something new. He's not that big a fan of alcohol, but he's willing to drink it.

•He definitely likes to mix sweet things with savory things, you'll have to get used to the strange things he likes to eat.

•Yes, this guy loves inflatable boats and he would definitely pay to ride one of those with you. That is if he didn't take one that he bought online, imagine the scene: You and Soap going to the beach in your car, a bumpy road and as always Soap going at a rather fast speed. And the two of you sing Gwen Stefani's Bubble Pop Electric, each completing the other's lines.

•Soap is usually the one who sings the most on car trips, he simply doesn't stay silent, unless he's very concentrated.

•Soap, as always, chewing gum. He always carries a watermelon or tutti-frutti flavored one in his pants pocket. And how annoying the noise he makes is, because he insists on chewing with his front tooth sometimes just to annoy you and asks if you want some with a smile on his face.

• The car shook whenever he chose between going straight through or avoiding a hole. The road was really rough, but what wouldn't you do for a nice day at the beach?

“Babe, slow down. The boat is almost falling from the ceiling.”

You warned when you saw in the rearview that the ropes that Soap tied to the top of the car were coming loose from the boat amidst all the commotion.

“We always do this, lass! Of course the boat isn’t goin to fa-“

The boat instantly detached itself from the roof of the car, the ropes came loose and the boat flew away from the car until it was stuck in a sharp rock.

“It seems that the boat wasn’t ver’ resistant, ...”

Soap crosses his arms and smiles at you with a smirk. As if the boat crash hadn't been his fault.

“What were you saying, John?”

You called him by his name and he already knew he was screwed.

•Soap would most likely rent you a swan-shaped pedal boat and pedal for hours if he could, but you also had to rest. This man is a machine on both the pedal boat and the boat. His muscular arms help a lot in steering the boat and his leg movements alone support the entire pedal boat. It's obvious that he has the spirit of a restless child, he was a naughty child.

•Soap probably drowned the first time he went to the beach. And yes, he was the kind of kid who ate beach sand and drank sea water. He was chaotic.

•He definitely likes to build sandcastles, and he's good at it from practicing so much. He places the flag at the top and also makes a bridge to the castle. You sit in the reclining beach chair, under the umbrella while Soap builds a sandcastle, roasting in the sun.

•And if you had a child, he would definitely help the little one build his sandcastle too, fetching sea water in the bucket. It's very funny to see a very muscular, high-ranking soldier fetching sea water in a frog bucket that he bought for your son. You took a Polaroid photo of that moment and put it on the photo board you have at home.

•Yes, he would jump waves with his son. And maybe he would slip and drag the child together unintentionally.

•He collects shells near the sea.

The indigo blue sky, the dense white clouds on the horizon. The sun was perfectly warm, you helped Soap apply sunscreen and left him alone for a few minutes to read a book while listening to the sound of the waves. After these minutes, he returned with his hand closed, holding something.

“I brought some gifts, lass. They suit ye.”

You open your hands to receive whatever he was carrying and he dumps several shells into your hands. Shells of different colors and shapes are the most beautiful he could have found.

“Thank you, Soap. They are beautiful."

You smile at Soap.

"Do ye want to know somethin’, lass? If I drown in yer beauty, do I have the right to mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?"

Soap smiles widely as he says the tenth pick-up line of the day. Yes, you have a relationship. But that never meant he would stop flirting with you.

In a normal, very constant act of living with Soap. You put your finger on your temple and laugh at the stupid thing he just said to you.

•At the end of the day, when Soap's battery is finally running low, he drags you so you can watch the sunset together with his arm around your waist. Soap has always been a sea boy, just like a water-loving golden retriever. Soap suddenly picks up a stick near where you were, you have no idea how he found it. Suddenly, he sits down next to you again, the sand slowly melting away. He starts drawing with the stick, it seems to be just a few scribbles, but soon you see 2 stick figures in the sand: one looking like a cockatiel and the other very cute, with features very similar to... You.

"It’s ye and me, lass."

He smiles at you with those puppy eyes you love so much. You know that you are deeply in love with John "Soap" MacTavish and that he is the man you want.

 Suddenly, a wave comes and erases the drawing, Soap observes everything and sighs looking at the dark stain in the sand.

“Seall ciod a rinn an tonn, tha e coltach gun do sgrios e ar gaol, lass.” (Look what the wave has done, it seems to have destroye' our love, lass.)

You laugh, but kiss him on the cheek.

•You go home again after a long day at the beach. You take a relaxing bath together, Soap threw cold water on your face, but it was the best because of the heat, although it got even hotter after that. It seems like it's a very constant game in the bath. Then, Soap ordered pizza for you, half chocolate and half pepperoni pizza with a few more additions. It was a completely incredible day. And what a night!

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Kisses, I'll leave the rest to you to imagine. This is my first headcanon, I hope you liked it.🤍

[icey--stars]

Born For Tragedy: Part 17

Series Index

She was tragedy. Nothing except death, fear and pain followed in her wake. When she was young, she was beaten. Now she’s the one doing the beating as an assassin. A mysterious stranger comes to her, paying an absurd amount of money for her to kill Beron Vanserra, and protect the eldest son until the job is done. She stumbles across a story much similar to her own, and knows what must be done.

a/n: alright, so again, like stbt (my other series, azriel x reader) there will be time skips. during my extensive time skips (which i do because i don’t feel like writing out an extensive political plot for this when it’s already so long and it isn't my goal to write that in with another actual “climax”), nothing of significance happens. like, you imagine anything interesting? didn’t happen. it’s like college: you do all this work and it seems significant at the time, but by the end of it all, it just blends together.

WARNINGS: slight spicy at the end (smut next chapter)

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The cuddling for that night had been… rejuvenating. It felt right. Valda had always had trouble falling asleep with others, even with Friar she preferred to stay awake until she was sure the female was asleep, and then detangle herself to avoid… danger. It was a habit that had been broken as she felt her eyes slip closed on account of her exhaustion. Eris hadn’t spoken anymore, but simply laid there and kept her close. It felt safe. Valda had felt truly safe for once in her life. Like there was no danger in the world.

Now, Eris was in for a lot of hard, grueling work. For endless hours, Valda watched him write up letters and strategize carefully how to make sure that there wasn’t a revolution. Though, he still made sure to make sure that she was taken care of. Various more sweaters were stolen from him, but she eventually got around to buying a small wardrobe of nicer clothing. The dress from the ball was saved and kept in the depth of Lady Merle’s old closet. Valda mostly worked in the field for Eris, being an actual messenger for him. But the difference was that she could winnow directly into a heavily warded area at any time. Their bedroom.

Yes, their bedroom. Despite that first night of cuddling next to each other, Valda and Eris had not yet acted upon their desire. Valda still felt it more and more each day though. The tension was growing and she knew it would snap eventually, but she was trying to stay focused on one goal. That goal was to ease some of Eris’s load as High Lord and force him to rest, and then help him plan. Though, she still felt something hard poking her backside in the mornings sometimes. Quite often, in fact.

She also found the time to collect her payment. The male had met with her on time in the proper location with the actual payment. She was highly surprised she hadn’t had to threaten him and he’d just handed over a cart of gold without protest. The Illyrian male was odd, to say the least, but not too dangerous if they’d required an assassin to do their bidding. Despite the Night Court darkness that seemed to follow them, they at least were respectable. She’d made sure to tell Eris where she was going though and, if needed, offer any of the gold she had stored up around Prythian if the Autumn Court needed it.

Before she knew it, a month had passed of her living at the Forest House.

Things had settled for the most part. While the nobility was still pissed, Eris had managed to make them relax when he lowered taxes on them as well, effectively making the entirety of Autumn Court relax. Valda and Eris had schemed to slowly raise them over time to make sure the Court didn’t go broke, but there were extensive savings from Beron’s time when he was greedy, so it wasn’t too bad.

The army had also relaxed after Eris had told them nothing was changing for them. They still respected their general. Valda had to hand it to Eris, he’d done a good job making sure they were loyal to him and not to Beron. To him and their Court.

A couple other High Lords visited as well, and Eris had to go to some odd meeting with a few of them, but Valda made sure to stay the hell away. Rhysand, luckily, had not deigned to visit again, nor his spymaster.

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Eris cleared his voice at the end of the council meeting and everyone quieted. “Is there anything else we need to discuss? I have an announcement to make.”

Valda looked up at him and narrowed her eyes. Was he choosing this moment? They’d discussed telling people about a mate bond as of recently, and decided that should an opportune moment arise, they’d reveal it. Maybe not all of it, but most of it. His brothers didn’t even know yet… What was he doing?

“You all, by now, have met the person sitting beside me by now. She’s given numerous reports as a spy and messenger,” Eris explained.

A few nods and murmurs.

“Well, to say it straight, she is my mate,” Eris deadpanned.

There were a few blank stares and then they all looked at me. I stayed still and emotionless as they studied me.

“What is her name?” One asked, looking at Eris.

Valda forced herself not to swallow nervously.

Eris looked at her and sent a brief bit of comfort down the bond. And something along the lines that felt like ‘I know what I’m doing. Trust me.’

“Valda is my mate,” Eris said plainly.

“As in… Valda Callahan?” One asked, tensing.

She looked at Eris in a panic now.

“Yes,” Eris said. “She is my mate.”

“She murdered the High Lord-” Another began.

Eris cut in boldly. “She did not murder the High Lord,” he growled. “I am the High Lord. Beron is a piece of history now. We will not dwell in the past. We can all see how this land has benefited under my rule, correct?”

A few nervous nods.

“Val has helped me to make most of these changes,” Eris explained.

“You expect us to accept an assassin as your mate!?” One finally yelled, standing. Valda trained her eyes on the male carefully, fully prepared to mist him should he try to harm her mate. Their protective tendencies had only grown stronger in the month of chaos.

“Sit back down,” Eris snapped. “I’m not asking you to accept anything. I’m telling you. But you should know by stories or experience that if you harm someone’s mate, there will be revenge. Need I remind any of us of Rhysand?”

One spoke up. “I think it doesn’t matter who your mate is,” he said. “If she’s been helping you, then surely she’s not all bad.”

Valda remained silent, carefully examining the room. There was a bloom of hope in her chest from that one though.

Eris grinned. “You see, you’re smart. It doesn’t matter; that’s exactly right. Because it’s happened and will happen regardless of anyone’s interruptions. Beron’s death would’ve happened regardless. Valda being my mate would’ve still been true as the Mother decreed. If you truly have a problem with it, then you may walk yourself to the dungeons.”

There was more murmuring and then one stood. “High Lord, I agree with you.”

More stood and repeated the same phrase.

Only a few were left, including the one who’d first stood up in a rage.

Valda spoke up at last. “It is true of what I did to Beron Vanserra, but it was for the one male and the one male alone. Eris is my mate, and will forever be. I may come from another court, and come from a life full of killing, but in an immortal’s life, that seems pretty typical, doesn’t it? We’ve all just fought in a war against Hybern. We’ve all killed. Unless, you were a coward. In which, it’s your choice to be a coward.

“Despite this though, I have helped this court come up from where it cracked and crumbled under Beron. It’s only been a month, and more changes are to be made while this court heals from a tyranny that is slowly being realized. Sometimes, it takes a couple deaths to set things on the right course.”

Eris smiled at her broadly. One more stood.

“Guards,” Eris addressed. “Escort the three sitting males down to the dungeons.”

They went peacefully, surprisingly. Like martyrs on a death march.

“Do we tell the court of this, High Lord?” One asked, sitting back down.

“You may,” Eris allowed.

The male blinked. “No ‘but’ to add onto that, my lord?”

“No. You may freely tell who you want, what you want.”

“Won’t that cause disruption, if rumors begin?” One spoke up.

“Yes,” Eris agreed. “But like anything, the people will learn to accept change. There isn’t anything they can do about it anyway. Regardless, it will happen. Let the rumors spread, and then over time, they will fade. Just like the scars my father left me to heal for this Court to thrive.”

Valda looked at Eris and he smiled gently.

“Meeting dismissed,” Eris announced, and grabbed Valda’s hand to winnow them into their bedroom.

Valda took a moment to breathe before she sighed, closing her eyes. “That went better than expected,” she said.

Eris chuckled. “It did, actually. I expected at least seven of them to scream at me.”

Valda scoffed. “I suppose it's out now. What if something does happen though?”

“Nothing will,” Eris assured her. “I will protect you, just as I trust you to protect me. There won’t be a revolution, not at this stage in the process. There is a lot of change being done very quickly, and the fact we are mates will just be another bit of news to get used to. It’ll likely fade into the background because it affects nobody but us.”

Valda smiled. “My scheming High Lord.”

“I’m just well-versed with politics, my darling,” Eris chuckled. “I’ve also done quite a bit of studying into Rhysand’s divided areas and discovered that his slow method of change is ineffective.”

“He’s trying to change something?” Valda asked, looking at her mate for a moment. “The hell has he been trying to do?”

“Make things like Velaris,” Eris chuckled. “Peaceful, happy.”

“Well he’s failed at all of that,” Valda muttered. “Even the Illyrians still torture their own females.”

Eris hummed. “Would you ever visit Hewn City again?” He asked curiously.

Valda looked at her mate oddly for a moment. “What for? Do you need me to do something?”

Eris shook his head. “I was just thinking of visiting Rhysand again, darling. I just… don’t want you to live in fear of him anymore. I still want you to be my High Lady.”

Valda smiled a bit. “Maybe,” she said. “But not now. Perhaps when this court has calmed down more. I’d rather like to avoid him if I can.”

“I won’t force you to do anything,” Eris assured her. “It was just an idea.”

Valda nodded. “Let’s get in bed,” she suggested.

“Kiss me first,” Eris requested.

Valda smiled and leaned in. Eris still let her take the lead here, even if he was starting to get more demanding with when he wanted to kiss her. He didn’t deepen it still, and she knew that if she did, the tension in the air would snap and her control would be lost. They could wait a little while longer. She wanted to take her time. She needed that time to come up with more ideas anyway.

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The morning after the reveal, there was a banging on the door as Valda dressed in the bathroom in her usual black. She tensed, finishing up quickly to come out and look at Eris for an answer.

“It’s my brothers,” Eris explained. “We can ignore them if you want.”

Valda scoffed. “Hue and Kuhn didn’t seem that bad. But we’re not meeting them here. They can wait for us to come out like civilized people.”

“I’ll tell them,” Eris said with a little smile and Valda dipped her head before heading back to the bathroom.

When she came out, Eris was dressed immaculately as per usual and looking entirely too good for Valda’s sanity to remain in one piece.

“Shall we go see what chaos my brothers have planned for us?” Eris asked.

“We shall,” Valda answered with a little smirk, standing on Eris’s right side and stealing his hand in hers before following him out.

According to him, his brothers were waiting for them in one of the smaller meeting rooms. When they entered, Valda saw Hue pacing back and forth beside the window revealing a maple tree and Kuhn playing with his fingers. Jax was sitting with a blank, yet strangely pissed-off looking expression on his face.

However, as soon as they fully entered, Kuhn shot to his feet and Hue moved to stand beside him. Jax didn’t even bother with looking at them, but Valda saw his hand twitch and decided to keep him in her peripheral just in case.

Hue finally broke the growing silence. “Eris,” he breathed. Then he looked at her, smiling a little. “And… Lady Fairyn, also known as Valda, I’m assuming?”

Valda’s lip twitched a little. It seems Eris’s brothers weren’t at all stupid enough to not notice. Good thing she didn’t see Jax too much that night. “You are correct,” she replied with a little dip of her head.

Jax groaned, focusing all the attention on him for a few seconds. “Stupid fucking assassin. You were also that servant, weren’t you?”

Valda smirked and looked at Eris. Eris rolled his eyes. “Don’t be dramatic, Jax. You lived,” Eris said.

“With that assassin living under this roof now, I don’t think I’m going to much longer.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Valda growled. A threat, sure, but she’d make good on it if he caused an issue. She already didn’t like him.

“Oh my gosh, wait,” Hue gasped. “You were-”

“Yes,” Valda chuckled, looking at the fourth Vanserra brother. “I was the servant you asked to keep an eye on Eris.”

Kuhn let out a burst of laughter. “Oh my gosh, Eris, you mean to say your mate has been fooling around with us that much? I don’t even care that she’s an assassin, or did in the first place, but that’s fucking hilarious. Jax, wasn’t she yours for a while there? Is that why Eris took you as his personal servant? Because you were his mate?”

Eris scoffed, but she saw the little mischievous grin on his face.

“Actually,” Valda began. “We didn’t know until the day that stupid shadowsinger was found here.”

Eris’s lips tightened slightly, but she ignored it. It was probably just a bad memory, of all that chaos. Didn’t Rhysand visit that day too? That must’ve been hell.

Hue scoffed. “Well, apparently Eris fell for your charm before. Which, I am sure you are absolutely charmful.”

Valda rolled her eyes. “Oh yes, so incredibly charmful.”

Eris bumped her gently with his elbow. “You can be charmful,” he argued. “You’re actually quite good at it. Remember the ball? Your dancing skills were wonderful.”

Kuhn groaned again. “I swear. Eris, how have you been dancing with an assassin and not known? When did you even learn that dear Valda here was the assassin who killed Father?”

Valda laughed. “Oh that. That was certainly chaotic. I’ll let Eris explain it though.”

Eris hummed, looking at his brothers for a moment. “The last time he got to me– that day. Before Calanmai. I found the Shadow in the woods and entrapped her.”

Hue seemed to pause at the beginning and then nodded. The joyful, teasing mood of the room instantly dropped its way into a dull sort of sadness and regret.

“So,” Jax broke the silence, looking mostly unaffected. “Our brother and High Lord is going to marry the assassin who killed our father?”

Eris snapped his gaze toward his still sitting brother. “Jax, now is not the time.”

Jax rolled his eyes. “Certainly. It never is. Never time for this or that conversation.”

Valda narrowed her eyes. Was Jax… feeling hurt? Perhaps there was more to this Vanserra than what normally shone through his hardened exterior. “We haven’t talked about it yet, Jax. Honestly.” She shot a little look over to Eris, feeling strangely… protective over Jax because she’d said something along the same lines to a lot of people.

Eris’s gaze softened and he sighed, tugging on the bond. That was all they’d managed to figure out recently with the unconsummated bond. Just little tugs. Sometimes with vague feelings, but Valda had yet to feel much. Eris, apparently, could feel most of her strong ones. She wondered what it would be like when they’d actually properly mated.

Speaking of which, her ideas were almost complete, especially with last night’s sex dream that awoke her, throbbing and needy and yet unwilling to break and decide to finally have sex with Eris. No… she wanted to lure him into her trap.

Jax sighed. “Right. Well, I hope you’re as good as you’ve claimed you are, Shadow.”

“Call me Valda,” She corrected. “I don’t think I’ll be using my assassin alias for a while.”

The male didn’t reply. And eventually, Eris managed to make some excuse about paperwork so they could escape the room.

“What’s up with Jax?” Eris asked curiously as he took a seat at his desk, actually having paperwork to do apparently.

“Just his words,” Valda dismissed. “I’ve heard them said before, and I’ve said them myself. Hit a bit close to home. Do you actually dismiss him that much?”

Eris winced, turning to face her again. “A lot more often than I probably should,” he admitted.

Valda nodded briefly to herself. She didn’t reply, but let Eris understand his own wrongs and hopefully right a few of them. It wasn’t her job to get in the middle of Jax and Eris and force the two eldest brothers to talk.

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After that, the Autumn Court didn’t really change that much actually. Eris had been right when he said it’d blow over. It did, besides a few strongly worded letters from a few lords, but most were too busy trying to deal with reasserting themselves over their lands.

However, the tension between them only grew. Now, when she was in the room and noticed Eris staring off, she smelled his arousal quite often. It was downright addicting.

But she was waiting for the right moment to strike.

The moment came about two weeks after the announcement was made that they were mates. Valda felt ravenous and Eris seemed more uptight than usual, pulling her over close while he worked at his desk to “smell her scent” as he said.

She grinned as Eris came out of the bathroom in a towel. Valda herself was only dressed in a skimpy, comfortable, gold nightgown. She’d worn it a few times, but this specific time she had schemed very carefully.

Eris stopped dead in his tracks as he beheld her, one knee up and the other stretched across the middle of the bed. It hid absolutely nothing, and her mate’s self-control was fraying.

“Dear, come here,” Valda ordered, patting the bed beside her.

Eris swallowed and immediately came over, thoroughly distracted enough to forget he was only in a towel and smelled very strongly of arousal.

“What a sweet scent,” she said, leaning into Eris’s neck once he’d sat beside her. She lightly kissed the pale skin, grinning at the hitching of his breath.

“Stop holding back,” she growled. “I know what you want. I’m not giving you control, but I’m giving you permission.”

And Eris snapped. He immediately rolled over, smashing his lips to hers. Their tongues clashed and Valda groaned. Eris was a damn good kisser. She trailed a hand down his chest, rubbing a thumb over his nipple and delighted in the whimper he sent right into her mouth. Ah… she loved hearing the way she pleasured her partners. However, hearing the way she affected her mate sent her on the high of a lifetime.

When they pulled away to catch their breath, he rested his head against her shoulder, panting.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

Valda grinned. “Eris, there is nothing more that I want. I am your mate, and you are mine.”

Eris groaned against her skin and then brought both hands up to her face to meld his lips against hers again.

She couldn’t help the grin that came over her from the action. Oh… this poor male was about to have the awakening of his life. If he hadn’t been under a partner, then he was about to learn exactly what it was like to have a lover’s attention purely on him.

And Valda knew it was going to be amazing.

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TAGLIST (see post for getting added)

@bunnymallowo, @officiallyunofficialperson, @margssstuff, @rebloggiest-reblogger, @inpraizeof, @graciereads, @eos-princess, @imma-too-many-fandoms, @mali22, @sassybluebird, @bubybubsters,

[rainroses45]

Chained by Faith Pt. 1

☾description: Was the hatter truly mad? Or was it a cause of a series of events that caused him to go crazy in the reality of a tarnished dream? This is Bucky x fem reader Wonderland AU

☾a/n: I'm teaming up with my bestie to write this series and let me just say prepare yourselves because in part two its going to get spicy @lovelolaslove

☾song inspiration: September (instrumental)

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This story began with a hatter and raven. Yes  a hatter and a raven indeed. No, not a walrus and carpenter, but a hatter and raven. The hatter and the raven shared many quaint special moments but none like these, oh yes none like these is a certainty. These three memories sparked a flame inside the story book of wonderland, for without these three moments, would the mad hatter truly be mad? 

Oh but in a small cottage covered in whispering vines, sweet poisoned gossip was carried and hung. No else bothered to listen to great vine because who's to tell which one is true and which one is upside down.

You danced around in your home trying to tame your wild hats. They float, they sing, they dance, they cry, all while you hung them out to dry. It was no surprise when a certain someone returned so soon, why it was only 7 hours after noon.

“Oh my sweet, sweet raven, have you already gone mad?” Your eyes twinkled in delight as a sound of tapping, almost rapping was heard at your window leading into your chamber of hats.

Cheerfully dropping the unfinished floating hat, you gracefully waltzed to the lock on the window and gave it a quick tickle causing the poor bronze handle to go laughing backwards, unlocking the translucent mirrors.

Quickly before the tea kettle could whistle its whimsical tune, a raven weaved through the mess of fabrics and missing thimbles. It’s pitch dark eyes stared at you in adoration as you twirled around in lunacy at the heart of your creations.

The raven gently landed near your rocky chair and let out a flat note sink. Then quickly without a dash, the once feathery creature transformed into a tall man with the most enchanting eyes a caterpillar had every seen.

“Only for you my love.” Bucky smooth voice laced through the movements of your dance. His shadow shape shifted back into its second form, black smoke scurried away from his face. His black suit was dirty but it still managed to stay intact throughout the war of cards. Even after days without seeing one another, your boyfriend still managed to always come flying back to you.

“Oh that’s preposterous, you have only nearly dipped inside the rabbit hole of possibilities.” You stated with a toothy grin. You took a few steps towards him as he dusted himself off. He reeked of metal and moss. Bits of paper shaped clubs and diamonds hung from the loose threads of his long sleeve shirt. His fluffy ink black hair was a mess, but was quickly covered up by a purple, checkered stain top hat with little musical notes spinning around it.

“Well then why don’t you drown me in your wonders my dear hatter.” His eyes met yours in a flash. Oh how those words made you feel alive! He made you absolutely breathless that the only think you could do was tip your hat in a curtsy. It wasn’t until the clock struck the random number down its hands, that you soon regained your thoughts.

“Not before tea time my lovely Corvus corax.” You bopped your lover’s nose as you skipped towards the wooden door. Unfortunately, before you could sip the sweet liquid, Bucky grabbed your arm pulling you into his chest once more.

“You know i hate it when you call me that.” He said with fake annoyance as he threw his head back, staring at the star decorated celling. It took you over two years before you could collect all the stars you wanted to fill the room with. A smile over took you when you remembered the last trip you had, oh how wonderful it was, oh how wonderful indeed.

“Yes but it brings me joy in seeing you fluster in red.” You got on your tiptoes only to reach his chin; a sinister grin plastered on your face. He looked down at you. His face was merely inches away from yours, you could practically feel his breath blemishing your cheeks.

“Touché,” He smiled back, grabbing your face with utter most delicacy and leaning into your lips. Slowly his lips connected with yours in a loving kiss filled with devotion. His lips were by far the smoothest fabric ever created. Your eyes closed lazy as you enjoyed his soft creases and touches on your face and body. He held you like you were the only white rose in the bush of painted red roses, and you absolutely loved it.

You couldn’t part. You wouldn’t dare to part from his savory lips. If you did, then what would you do next? It was absolutely nerve racking to figure what to do without having his hands on your skin. You would go bonkers without his warm embrace and feathery kisses.

Butterflies swarmed inside your stomach causing a rush of pink to appear on your cheeks. Everything about him made you mad, but in a beautiful way. His hand behind your neck, softly nudging you into him as his tongue danced with yours. You felt like honey; smooth, luscious, golden honey, and he thought you tasted like it too.

Parting was such sweet sorrow when all you wanted was to be filled to the brim with his kisses, but it made it all the better when you saw his pearly whites shine like an upside down crescent moon.

“Oh don’t you just love it,” he sighed heavenly, cradling you in your arms as you stood in the middle of the room. The soft rays of moon blemished your skin with milky glitter.

“Love what?” Bucky pulled you down with him as he sat down on the curvy rocking chair. You made yourself comfortable on his lap as you waited for his response.

“The idea of love,” you raised an eyebrow at his thought. Bucky simply ignored your expression and continued to creases your hands in loving touches. He always loved how soft and small your hands were compared to his.

“Why should I love the idea when I’m already living it?” You countered, even after three years of being together you still were in love as you were on first day you met.

“Because our love is different,” his words caught you off guard.

“How so?” You asked with an open mind, not really sure if he meant it in a positive or negative perspective.

“You my beautiful hatter are full of secrets and madness, while I am created with revenges and passion. We are an unstoppable pair that if ripped apart the world would be set aflame in agony.” Bucky placed a finger underneath your chin, lifting up your graze as you analyze his words. The on beat clanking of your heels on the floor boards soon stopped, for you raised your legs and then laid them across his lap with a mischievous smile.

“Yet our love is the only thing causing the twists of time to keep spinning.” His hand slipped from your face and grabbed your thigh with excitement.

“Ah yes what would the kingdoms do without such a royal flush of passion.” You hit his chest lightly as you laughed at his remark.

“They would act cowardly on the battle field without their omen of death.” Bucky already had a huge ego when it came to his ability to fight, that you truly didn’t want to raise it anymore. He already had a reckless score of events happen during the conflicts. There was no need to encourage more, but oh how you loved to talk about him.

“And they would be weakened in horrendous fashion and dehydration without your presence.” Bucky began to place serval kisses on your face.

“Mine is truly the worst out of the two.” He stopped his action to scoff and roll his eyes.

“Yes of course darling, truly the most awful one out of the two.” You let out a laugh at his reaction which he smiled in reply.

Bucky suddenly felt a feeling of reassurance. You were his soulmate, his princess Lenore in this masquerade of craziness. And oh hearts, you were the one for him and he now felt a little less anxious with the tiny box hidden in polka dot tea pot.

“I love you my raven.” You drew hearts on his arm as you twiddled your feet in glee. He grabbed your face once more, letting your innocent eyes sink into his once dead ones, allowing you to feel the calmness of the night.

“Oh my sweet hatter, I am absolutely mad for you.”

[dreadwyrmcaller]

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☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

I think Mimiette's a big fan of spicy foods, and can always appreciate a well-cooked steak or something like that. She's definitely a huge fan of Turali staples like tacos, one of her favourite things is the special spicy tea they make in her village. (Warning: this tea has poison in it. Her family follows the dunesfolk tradition of feeding small amounts of poison from local wildlife to help build an immunity. she loves it but for the love of god don't drink it unaware-)

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.)

I think Mimiette gets a healthy amount of sleep, honestly! She's an adventurer, and more than capable of surviving on only a few hours of sleep, but she much prefers getting a full night's rest so she can tackle the day with as much energy as possible. Being around other people is honestly a surefire way to help her sleep- she grew up with 4 siblings, so hearing other people snoozing quickly gets her drowsy too.

[bunniesbearsandadventures]

NO YOU'RE COOL @meteors-lotr I love your stuff and I always have a good laugh when reading your posts!

Anyways thanks for the tag!

Last song: The vampire (DECO*27) english cover by Rachie. I love me some vocaliod songs and this was the last one I have listened to. I also love when people do English covers (or any other language cover). 🩸

Favorite color: Gods is so hard to choose. I have like two that are my most answered its between black 🖤 and violet 💜. (But anything is really my favorite. I like green, brown, red, orange, and pink as well.)

Last movie/show: I am currently watching LoveLive Nijigasaki highschool. I have seen both LoveLive and LoveLive sunshine and they are pretty cool animes. Not my favorite but they are easy to follow and turn on in the background and all of the songs are pretty catchy. I plan on watching all the series of LoveLive just to see how each one differs from the next. 🪩🎵

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Spicy 100% Its just so good especially anything spicy and seafood flavored. 🌶

Relationship status: I am currently in a relationship!

Last thing googled: 100 best date ideas. I just like getting ideas on dates or anything to do really. I get bored pretty easily so i tend to spend hours researching different things to do "when board at home" or if I need ideas on what to do when hanging out with friends.

Current obsession: (Updated) ohh i still do like tolkien but I am starting to venture out into other things as well! I would have to say undecided right now! If I had to state something though it would be Pokemon. Definitely Pokemon . I love Pokemon more than anything actually.

💜💚❤

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Here are some no pressure tags:

@meryl-melys @capynul @evenstaredits @swerveable @possibly-in-wonderland @foxxy-126 @fizzyxcustard @xxsircharlesxx

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @meghawhopp <33

Last song: Down by the River by Borislav Slavov from the Baldur’s Gate 3 Soundtrack (or more specifically the cover of Down by the River by Nerissa Ravencroft)

Favorite color: Blue and purple!

Last movie/TV show: Seinfeld, I’m currently on season four!

Sweet/spicy/savory?: I have a huge sweet tooth, so sweet things

Relationship status: Single

Last thing I googled: I searched up the show “Arthur” because I was trying to find that one meme where Buster was like “You really think someone would do that, just go on the internet and spread lies?”

Current obsession: Fragaria memories and tears of themis mostly^^

Tag Nine People: @kyaruun @xinieeee @deadmansbistro @florapot @hunita812 @scuffle-with-spirals @rexonalapis @maxellera @manicpixiedoomedgirl