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Busy

At my age, there are any number of career tracks with sphincter issues due to age discrimination. Around forty-five people seem to wonder if you are too old for a job. I now have the satisfaction of being acquainted with several individuals who have passed the significant milestone. Some twenty or more years prior, their comments about me being over the hill were unwelcome. My condolence cards…

[mermaidspen]

Home; Literature

What alternative career paths have you considered or are interested in? I so want to be a professional poet. To have all my energy invested in doing what I love and making a living out of it. I’m sure, all the writers/poets here will agree with me on this. Honestly, If I knew I could write while I was in school, I would never go with science. And I’m really interested in Literature. Anyways,…

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Jacaerys Velaryon - Family Legacies

Summary - Amidst the chaos of war, two childbirths unfold. A mother's potential agony and a new mother's fear collide, as life and loss intertwine in a moment that will define their family's legacy forever.

Pairing - Jacaerys Velaryon x reader

Warnings - Childbirth, mentions of a potential stillbirth (doesn't happen)

Word count - 2101

Masterlist for Jacaerys • House of the Dragon General Masterlist.

My hand flew to my mouth, stifling a gasp as short, rapid breaths escaped me. One hand pressed against my trembling lips, while the other instinctively cradled my swollen stomach. Tears blurred my vision as I stood frozen, watching my mother-in-law writhe in excruciating pain.

The air was thick with the coppery scent of blood and the low, desperate cries that echoed through the stone walls. Every sound seemed magnified, each breath a struggle against the weight of the scene unfolding before me.

"Someone, get her out!" Rhaenyra cried, her voice thick with tears and agony. She moaned and groaned, her body drenched in blood—blood that shouldn't have been there.

"My sweet, you shouldn't be here. Not like this," she insisted, her words strained yet filled with concern. 

Elinda, her handmaiden, approached me, gently urging me to move, but I remained rooted to the spot, unable to tear my gaze away from the horrific scene unfolding before me.

My heart ached as I watched Rhaenyra scream and thrash, her strength faltering. 

Even in her torment, she was desperate to shield me from the brutal reality of what she was enduring, knowing how close I was to my own childbirth.

"But you... I—" I stammered, my voice weak and trembling. 

Panic surged through me, immobilizing me as I tried to process the fact that Rhaenyra Targaryen, one of the strongest women I had ever known, was suffering like this while I stood there, on the brink of giving birth myself.

"Jace, get her out!" Rhaenyra commanded sharply. I flinched as I felt strong hands grasp my shoulders, guiding me away with firm insistence.

"Come, my darling," Jace murmured softly, trying to comfort me as we walked, his voice a gentle anchor in the storm of emotions swirling inside me. 

I struggled to steady my breathing, each step feeling like a monumental effort.

Jace's eyes flicked between me and the door, torn between the duty to his mother and the terror of losing me. His hands tightened on my shoulders, a silent plea for strength when his own was crumbling.

"Jace, it hurts," I whispered, the words barely audible. 

He nodded, rubbing my shoulders soothingly, but I suddenly stopped, gasping as a sharp, searing pain shot through my abdomen.

"My love, please," he urged, but I doubled over, a pained expression contorting my face. 

A warm, wet sensation trickled down my legs, and I instinctively stepped back, horrified as I looked down to see a growing puddle of water staining the cold stone floor.

The pain hit like a tidal wave, crashing through me with relentless force. My vision blurred, every nerve aflame, as the corridor spun around me. I was drowning in it, barely able to surface long enough to grasp Jace's hand.

"Jace..." I gasped, my voice quivering with fear. 

His eyes widened in alarm, the gravity of the situation dawning on him as worry etched itself deep into his features.

Jace's expression shifted from concern to sheer panic as the realization hit him like a crashing wave. His mother was suffering through the agony of a violent birth, and now, here I was, on the verge of giving birth right in the midst of it all. 

The horror of the situation was almost too much to bear.

His hands tightened on my shoulders as he tried to usher me away, his voice strained and urgent. 

"We need to go, now," he said, his tone a desperate mixture of fear and determination. 

Yet, I couldn't move. My legs felt like they were made of lead, my mind a whirlwind of terror after witnessing the horrific scene with Rhaenyra. 

I clung to him, my voice breaking as I pleaded, "I don't want to do this, Jace. Not after what I just saw. I'm scared... I'm so scared." 

The panic in my voice was unmistakable, my body trembling violently against his.

"Please, my love, you have to be strong," he urged, though his own voice wavered, betraying the turmoil raging inside him. 

He was trying so hard to be my rock, to guide me away from the chaos, but I could see the fear in his eyes—the fear that he might lose both of us, his mother and me, in the same tragic moment.

I shook my head frantically, tears streaming down my face as I gripped his arms. 

"I can't... I don't want to go through this. Not like this," I sobbed, my mind flashing back to Rhaenyra's agonized screams, the blood, the horror. It was all too much, too overwhelming, and the thought of going through it myself now was paralyzing.

Jace's heart broke at my words, but he knew there was no other choice. 

He pulled me closer, his voice trembling but resolute. "I know you're scared, and I am too, but we have to keep going. For our child. You're strong, stronger than you know."

But his words couldn't reach the depths of my fear. I shook my head again, my body still recoiling from the trauma of what I had just witnessed. 

"No, Jace, I can't... I don't want to lose our babe... I can't do this," I cried out, my voice filled with desperation.

He swallowed hard, tears of his own welling up as he realized the depth of my terror. His mother's agony, my impending labour—it was too much, too cruel. But he knew he couldn't let fear paralyze us both. 

"We'll get through this together," he promised, though his voice was thick with emotion. "I won't let anything happen to you or our child, but we need to move. Please, trust me."

With trembling hands, I finally let him guide me, though every step was weighted with dread. 

The images of Rhaenyra's suffering haunted me, and I could feel my own body betraying me, the labour coming on faster than I could control.

As we moved away from the chaotic scene, I clung to Jace, my heart pounding with terror. I didn't know if I could do this if I could survive what was to come. 

All I knew was that I had no choice but to try.

The pain intensified with every passing moment, waves of agony crashing over me as I was led to a room away from the horrors of what I had just witnessed. 

Jace remained by my side, his hand never leaving mine, his presence the only thing anchoring me to reality as fear threatened to consume me.

Every contraction felt like fire ripping through me, and with each one, my mind flashed back to Rhaenyra's anguished screams, the blood, the sheer brutality of it all. My terror was palpable, a suffocating weight that made it hard to breathe. 

I clutched Jace's hand, my knuckles white, and looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes.

"Jace, I'm so scared," I whispered, my voice trembling as tears streamed down my face. "I can't stop thinking about what happened to Rhaenyra... What if—"

"Shhh, my love," Jace murmured, his voice soft but firm as he gently wiped the tears from my cheeks. "Don't think about that now. Focus on our child. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

He knelt beside me, his face inches from mine, his eyes filled with an unwavering resolve. Despite his own fear, he was determined to be my strength. 

"You're doing so well, and I'm so proud of you," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "Just breathe with me, okay? We're going to get through this together."

But the fear was relentless, gnawing at the edges of my mind. 

"Jace, I need to know... What happened to Rhaenyra? Is she... Is she okay?" The question slipped out between laboured breaths, my heart clenching as I awaited his response.

For a moment, Jace hesitated, his jaw tightening as he struggled with the right words. 

Then, his expression softened, and he nodded, his eyes filling with a mixture of relief and sadness. "She gave birth to a girl. Visenya. She's alive and well."

A wave of relief washed over me, momentarily easing the terror gripping my heart. 

"Visenya..." I whispered, closing my eyes as tears of gratitude joined the ones of pain. "Thank the gods..."

Jace squeezed my hand, his own eyes glistening. "Yes, my love. She made it through, and so will you. You're almost there."

The labour grew more intense, the pain almost unbearable, but Jace never left my side. He held my hand through every contraction, whispering words of encouragement and love, his voice the only thing keeping me grounded as I fought to bring our child into the world.

Hours felt like days as the ordeal dragged on, my body exhausted and trembling, but Jace was there every step of the way. 

When I screamed, he held me tighter. When I thought I couldn't go on, he reminded me of the life we were about to welcome.

Finally, with one last, excruciating push, I felt the pressure release, and the sound of a baby's first cry filled the room. 

Relief flooded my body, overwhelming and all-consuming. 

I collapsed back against the pillows, gasping for breath, tears streaming down my face a handmaiden carefully placed a tiny, wailing bundle in my arms.

"It's a boy," she announced softly, and Jace let out a choked sob, his hand trembling as he brushed back a damp strand of hair from my forehead.

"A boy..." I repeated in awe, looking down at our son, his small face scrunched up as he cried. 

He was perfect, his tiny fingers grasping at the air, his cries strong and healthy. My heart swelled with a fierce, protective love that drowned out the lingering fear and pain.

Jace leaned down, pressing his forehead to mine, his voice thick with emotion. 

"You did it, my love. You brought our son into the world." 

He kissed my forehead, his tears mingling with mine as we both gazed down at our newborn child, our hearts overflowing with joy and relief.

In that moment, all the terror and anguish melted away, replaced by the overwhelming happiness of holding our son in our arms. 

Despite everything we had endured, the horrors we had witnessed, we had made it through. 

It was just us, our tiny miracle cradled between us, a beacon of hope that pierced through the darkest night we had ever known.

Our family was safe, and as I looked into Jace's tear-filled eyes, I knew that nothing else mattered. We were together, and our son was here, healthy and alive. It was finally, blissfully, a moment of peace and happiness.

As we basked in the quiet joy of the moment, one of the handmaidens, her voice gentle and filled with reverence, asked softly, "Have you chosen a name for him?"

Jace and I exchanged a glance, the unspoken weight of the question hanging in the air between us. 

We had talked about names before, but now, holding our son in our arms, the decision felt monumental, as if his name would set the course of his life, binding him to his heritage and the legacy of those who had come before him.

I looked into Jace's eyes, searching for the strength we had shared throughout this ordeal, the bond that had carried us through the darkest moments. 

With a trembling voice, I whispered, "Lucerys."

Jace's reaction was immediate. His breath hitched, and his eyes filled with fresh tears as the name resonated within him. It was a name steeped in memory and pain, a name that honoured his lost brother, Lucerys Velaryon, whose life had been tragically cut short. 

The grief he had carried for his brother, the guilt and sorrow that had haunted him, now found a place in the hope and love he held for our son.

He nodded, unable to speak, his throat tight with emotion. 

Instead, he pulled me closer, his tears falling freely as he held our son, cradling him as if he were the most precious thing in the world. 

In naming our child Lucerys, we had not only given him an identity but had also woven him into the fabric of our shared history, a history marked by loss but also by enduring love and resilience.

"Lucerys," Jace finally whispered, his voice cracking with the weight of the name. 

In that moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, the significance of the name settling over us like a benediction. 

Jace's tears fell onto our son's tiny forehead, and he smiled through the pain, through the joy, knowing that our son would carry the name of a beloved brother, a name that would forever link the past and the future, binding our family together in a legacy of love, courage, and hope.

"Our Lucerys."

A/n - Ok I was all set to dive deep into the angst and heartbreak, and I nearly made everyone suffer for it but I couldn't bring myself to go through with it. So yes, both babies live, because I have that power here and maybe I cried at the ending who knows (I did I miss Luke 😔)

[kleopatra45]

♡ Love Asteroids Series

asteroid adonis (2101)

Asteroid Adonis in astrology represents beauty, desire, and the allure of physical attraction. Named after Adonis, the Greek god associated with youthful beauty and love, this asteroid indicates how individuals express their attractiveness, charm, and how they experience romantic admiration and desirability.

in the houses

Adonis in the 1st House: This placement suggests that your physical appearance and personal charm are integral to your identity. You naturally attract admiration and attention, and your allure plays a significant role in how you express yourself. Adonis in the 2nd House: Material possessions and physical comfort are closely tied to your sense of desirability. You may attract partners who appreciate your sensuality and the way you indulge in life's pleasures. Adonis in the 3rd House: Communication and intellectual connections play a key role in your romantic allure. You may be drawn to witty and articulate partners, and your charm is often expressed through your words and ideas. Adonis in the 4th House: Emotional security and home life are central to your romantic attraction. You may seek a partner who provides a sense of belonging and comfort, and your beauty is often associated with a nurturing, caring nature. Adonis in the 5th House: Creativity, playfulness, and romance are emphasized in your approach to attraction. You may express your charm through artistic pursuits and enjoy being admired for your creativity and vitality. Adonis in the 6th House: Service, health, and routine impact your sense of attractiveness. You may find fulfillment in relationships where you can support and care for each other in practical ways, and your beauty is often tied to your dedication to well-being. Adonis in the 7th House: Partnerships and committed relationships are central to your experience of attraction. You may seek a partner who complements you and values your beauty and charm in a balanced, harmonious relationship. Adonis in the 8th House: Intensity, transformation, and shared resources define your approach to desirability. You may be drawn to powerful, deep connections and find that your allure is linked to a sense of mystery and emotional depth. Adonis in the 9th House: Exploration, philosophy, and higher learning influence your romantic allure. You may be attracted to partners who expand your horizons and share your love for adventure and intellectual growth. Adonis in the 10th House: Ambition, achievement, and public image impact your sense of desirability. You may seek a partner who supports your goals and enhances your social status, and your attractiveness is often linked to your success and accomplishments. Adonis in the 11th House: Friendships, social causes, and group affiliations play a role in your romantic attraction. You may be drawn to partners who share your ideals and social values, and your charm is often expressed through your connections with others. Adonis in the 12th House: Spirituality, hidden desires, and unconscious motivations affect your approach to attraction. You may be drawn to deep, soulful connections and find that your allure is linked to a sense of mystery and spiritual depth.

in the signs

Aries: Adonis in Aries seeks passion, excitement, and spontaneity in relationships. You are attracted to partners who are bold, confident, and adventurous, and your allure is tied to your fiery, dynamic nature. Taurus: Stability, sensuality, and loyalty are important for your romantic fulfillment. You may seek a partner who appreciates your physical beauty and shares your love for comfort and security. Gemini: Intellectual stimulation, curiosity, and variety define your approach to attraction. You are drawn to witty, communicative partners, and your charm is often expressed through your lively, engaging conversations. Cancer: Emotional security, nurturing, and family connections are central to your romantic life. You may be attracted to partners who are sensitive and caring, and your allure is tied to your nurturing, protective nature. Leo: Adonis in Leo seeks admiration, romance, and dramatic expression in relationships. You are attracted to partners who appreciate your creativity and generosity, and your charm is often expressed through your vibrant, confident personality. Virgo: Practicality, service, and attention to detail influence your romantic relationships. You are drawn to partners who are reliable and supportive, and your attractiveness is often linked to your dedication to helping others. Libra: Harmony, balance, and equality are important for your romantic fulfillment. You are attracted to partners who value fairness and mutual respect, and your charm is often expressed through your graceful, diplomatic nature. Scorpio: Intensity, emotional depth, and transformation define your approach to attraction. You are drawn to deep, passionate connections, and your allure is tied to your powerful, magnetic presence. Sagittarius: Freedom, adventure, and exploration influence your romantic life. You are attracted to partners who are open-minded and optimistic, and your charm is often expressed through your love for adventure and new experiences. Capricorn: Ambition, responsibility, and long-term goals impact your approach to relationships. You are drawn to partners who are serious and committed, and your attractiveness is often linked to your disciplined, goal-oriented nature. Aquarius: Individuality, independence, and progressive values define your romantic fulfillment. You are attracted to partners who are unique and unconventional, and your charm is often expressed through your open-minded, innovative approach to life. Pisces: Adonis in Pisces seeks compassion, empathy, and spiritual connection in relationships. You are drawn to partners who are intuitive and understanding, and your allure is tied to your dreamy, compassionate nature.

in aspects

→ Conjunctions A conjunction of Adonis with another planet intensifies the influence of that planet on your approach to attraction and beauty. For example, Adonis conjunct Venus emphasizes charm and physical allure. → Sextiles and Trines Harmonious aspects indicate ease in integrating the energies of Adonis and the other planet involved. For instance, Adonis sextile Mars suggests a dynamic and passionate approach to relationships. → Squares and Oppositions Challenging aspects can indicate tension or conflict that needs resolution in romantic matters. For example, Adonis square Saturn might suggest obstacles in expressing attractiveness, while Adonis opposition Uranus could highlight a need for balancing freedom with commitment.

©️kleopatra45

[yaut-jaknowit]

okay, okay, I got an idea for a while that you mightttttt enjoy

Basically, Nsfw idea lesgo 🔥, imagine an Elder just fucking you in a empty council room after a frustrating meeting (amab reader if you’re comfortable with it because i’m lowkey incapable of reading smut with any other gender💀)

Stress Reliever

Pairing: Wolf (Male Yautja) x AMAB!Reader

Warnings: rough sex (usual for these guys), knotting (again), mlm sex, anal sex, abandoned cock, no foreplay, no prep (straight to the point), aftercare, hints of voyeurism, blood and biting, sort of cnc (concent giving but not said, agreed upon before story starts), use of ‘good boy’, light aftercare.

Word Count: 2101 (I wish this was longer)

Summary: Wolf is frustrated after a meeting gone wrong. He has to release that pent up anger some how. Oh, how generous of you to be in the room with him.

Author Note: I'm more than happy to write AMAB stuff for you! If there's anything incorrect in here, please let me know. I don't have the body parts soooo I tried! I know you like Celtic but he's not an elder so I hope Wolf is fine for you. I do love that old, grumpy elder. If only I could get my hands on him

Masterlist

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From his chair at the meeting table, you could feel the tension in his body. Strung tighter than a bow ready to snap. Halfway through the council meeting, Wolf had placed a heavy hand on your thigh, claws lightly biting into your flesh. The pressure grew over time till blood had been drawn at the conclusion of the meeting.

The mighty hunter ordered everyone out in an instant. His thundering voice echoing back at him like a storm ready to unleash its strength. A storm you were trapped in. The ridged grasp on your poor thigh had yet to waver, even as the last Yautja evacuate the council room.

It was only a breath before Wolf had strike like a predator on its prey. In one instant, Wolf pinned you, chest down, bent over the council table. His unbearable heat blanketed your feeble body. Chitters and snarls vibrated your back and raced up your neck, creating goosebumps in their wake. The elder had you promptly at his will.

A hand found its way to your hip, claws biting through the shirt to graze your skin. You shuttered at the feeling and released a shaky breath. Those unsteady noises were drowned out by the heady, dominating growl that had blood rushing to your undeniable growing shaft. “Wo-Wolf,” you breathed his name as if it was a sin to speak a decibel louder.

Warm, thin tresses created a partial curtain. Wolf’s hand on your hip tightened. “Paya,” he murmured barely above an inhale. Then, he tore the clothing covering your waist and legs clean off. The sudden rush of air hitting the exposed skin had you yelping, thighs clenching together. As if the male wouldn’t just pry them open if he wanted to.

In an uncoordinated, rushed move, Wolf slithered a hand to the back of your knee and jerked it up. Your leg was forced onto the table. The toes on your other foot scrapped, barely touching the ground now. He had you folded into the position he wanted.

You squirmed under his hefty, muscular weight for only a moment. The Yautja snarled and snatched the back of your neck. “Stay,” he bit a domineering command that shook you to your core. Your cock jumped and bumped into the table. A hiss coming from clenched teeth at how sensitive the tip had already become.

All you could mange was a whimper and weak nod, body resting pliantly on the stone table. Wolf stayed for a few moments before pulling his weight off of you. In this position, you weren’t able to fully see his figure from the corner of your vision.

His hips were pulled away from you. Sounds of metal and leather being mess with hit your ears. Before you had the chance to act upon thoughts of disobeying him, the Yautja returned in full force.

Thick, sticky, and hot. His shaft rested at the end of your tail bone and slowly slide across your soft skin. The weight was all too familiar. But, it always felt better inside, knotted, and milked dry.

One of his hands grabbed the entire of one globe and spread it. Your tight, although, plenty stretched hole, throbbed. Without hesitance, Wolf jerked his hips back and lined up the tip. The sharp head resting between the ring of muscles.

With a single thrust, the entire length was shoved inside of you. Despite the pain of the stretch, sounds of pleasures spilled from your lips like gold. A cry echoing back at you, ringing through the chambers like a choir. In the mixture of your own sounds came with the snarl and grunts of the lethal predator taking you. His hips slapping to yours in fervor, releasing all the pent anger of the last two hours.

“W-Wolf!” you sputtered his name, hands clawing at the stone underneath you. Your nails dragged across it and couldn’t find an ounce of purchase to ground you for a moment.

“Pauk-de take it! Take it, little mate!” he spat out harshly in the wild fury of his pounding thrusts. “Those tarei’hasan are clueless.” Wolf laid more of his weight on top of you which effectively crushed you. “They had no clue to how Kainde Amedha hunt.” Sharp, lethal fangs scrapped across the skin on your neck. “Know it all’s!”

A particular thrust had you seeing stars while your body began to shake. “And I get to you use you.” Wolf clamped down on the crook of your neck, drawing blood. “All mine to release my rage on.” When your muscles fluttered around him at that last sentence, his hips stuttered with a groan. “Yeah, you pauk-de don’t mind it. Pauk-de loving it.” You practically heard the smirk in his guttural voice.

Yet, the Yautja lost himself to his frustration and need for release now. The oh-so levelheaded male was drowned in his emotions he hadn’t felt the way you were tightening on his. The way his deflated knot was already catching on your muscles.

Time slowed for the seconds leading up to an exploding climax. Everything kept building up despite this all being about Wolf releasing his frustration. At the top of this razor sharp edge, you were shoved over without a care in the world. Your cock twitch as it burst out the first rope of cum onto the underside of the table onto the ground.

Wolf snarled deafeningly straight into your ear when he felt your walls capture him in a vice grip. It forced his hips to stutter to an exasperated speed. In the heat of the moment, a hand curled around you throat. He pressed you against his chest and snarled a deep growl.

The moment he could slip out, he did only to shove the entire length of him straight back into you. A sputtering, nonsensical blabber spilled from your drooling lips. The oversensitivity far greater than you were expecting. And, you didn’t want it to stop. He let loose like a cannon destroying a fleet. This wasn’t about you. Not in any way shape or form.

A Yautja in need of release of pent up, boiling rage.

At every new slam into you had your spent cock hitting the table. The shocks of oversensitivity had your mind reeling to grab at yourself. But your muscles were locked tight, making it hard to even breathe.

“I’m the Payasaken Kainde Amedha specialist! Knowing…” his words trailed off into Yautja. A deep, nasty Yautja that had you shivering at the sounds.

He straightened up. Both of his scaly hands groped at the flesh of your cheeks and spread them as far as possible. His fire-filled eyes zeroed down on the way your abused hole was forced to stretch wide at each thrust. The way his deflated knot was shoved in then pulled back in a manner that conveyed his rage. He craved the sight of this small, vulnerable ooman struggled to take his cock. You were already a mess of wasted, spent cum and sweat blanketed your skin.

He was far from done with you.

A shift of his hips had the sharp tip of his cock driving down into your prostate then the knot to press against it. The double whammy had your vision swimming as you squirmed wildly underneath him. The overstimulation growing nearly painful.

Wolf released a threatening snarl and draped his weight over you again. Once more, without choice, you were trapped underneath. “There’s no escaping this, mate. You’re going to take what I give you.” The hand around your throat had tightened to a point that slowed the blood flow to your brain. You being to the effects of lack blood to your brain quickly.

Even in a fervorish state, Wolf knew when to release the pressure on your throat just to do it all over again three more times. Until he could smell the tall tale sign of your climax rising again. A Cheshire grin on his alien face as his thrusts begin to lose their coordination. The predator focusing on short but powerful drivers of his hips.

The hand not around your throat slithered between the two of you to press down on the small of your back. Enough to tilt your hips further down. One thrust and it was done.

Electricity shot through the taunt body of the Yautja as he slammed his hips flush to you. He bellowed a mighty roar that could be heard through the halls. The ball of flesh that sat at the base of his heft shaft swelled with a rush of blood. Ropes of hot, burning cum was milked at each squeeze of your stretched walls.

The entire frame of muscle that towered over you rested upon you like a heavy blanket. Deep, guttural breaths came from the spent creature that had just plowed you. You whimpered at the feeling of your asshole on the verge of splitting from the size of his girthy knot locked inside of you. Not a single drop of cum to be spilt past the ball of flesh nestled within you.

Purrs poured from Wolf’s throat. Sweaty, well-worn palms stroked down you side in a calming manner. Scratchy shushes falling from his mouth. “Good… good little mate. Such a good boy. Taking my knot. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Until this point, you hadn’t realize your entire body was shivering from the oversensitivity he forced upon you. You couldn’t tell if your cock or hole ached worse. You whined.

“Paya, look at you,” he murmured and stayed above you. “The feeling of you tight around my knot drives me crazy.” Wolf let an arm to curl around your torso and timidly picked up. With the size difference, Wolf kept you suspended, toes unable to touch the ground. “Makes me want to pull out and take you all over again.”

In the haze of your mind, you felt him sit back down on his chair and put you in his lap. The two of you are trapped for the unforeseeable future. Your legs were spread to be on the outside of his legs, letting the empty room see the way he has filled you. Your spent shaft lying limp, resting where your thigh meets your torso.

The purr that still resonated from him vibrated along your skin. They sent a wave of goosebumps. Your head was lolled back to rest on his chest, eyes closed. Warm, rough hands soothed the skin on your inner thighs. “You’re still so tight, mate,” he purred straight into your ear. “No matter how many times I stretch you.”

For the moment, you could only airily huff and rolled your eyes. Claws ghost down your inner thighs to stop where your cock rested. When a hand swaddled the softened shaft, you stuttered a gasp and whined in discomfort.

His hand engulfed you and added a light pressure that had you squirming in his lap. “Look at you.” There was a Chesire grin planted on his face. Little, minute spurts of post-cum escaped and pathetically down the head only to be used as lube. Wolf softly twisted his wrist. You choked on air, body tensing up. A threatening snarl tearing from the elder’s throat as he locked his muscles. “At my hands wills.”

“Soon, I have another meeting.” Wolf’s words echoed in your brain. Your body locked up, eyes snapping open to thankfully found the room still empty. Yet, you couldn’t deny the way your cock jumped at the notion. “A magnificent sight of my knot locked deep inside of you. Something to walk into. Smell, taste,” he murmured lowly and gently stroked your deflated cock.

Sparks of hot, blazing electricity fired off of ever nerve in your body. Due to the knot still inside your stretched ass, there was no place to scuttle off to. Only you could just sit there and endure the hand stroking away at a teasing but maddening pace. Every sound made was consumed by the elder’s ears in an instant. All just for him.

Before he could push you too far into a dumb state, Wolf released his hold on you. Slowly, he reached over to grab an item then pressed it to your lips. “Drink,” he commanded. Unable to fully think, you just simply listened to his order. Your lips parting to consume the liquid provided for you.

Once he was satisfied with your intake, Wolf pulled the glass away and discarded it on the table. A purr started back up like an old farm truck to vibrate your bones. You laid there, content from his hands softly petting you.

[hot-astrology]

EYE CANDY

It's something about going to the candy shop! you always see what you like, want, and have a taste for! mmmmmm! your crave and taste buds be out of this world! words cant define the experience you go through. From the drooling of your mouth, to your nipples slowly piercing your blouse! the goose bumps that trickle down your arms. Your eyes drawing in all the sweet goodness from one glance! making your glucose levels sky rocket! you lick your lips! envision her melting on the tip of your tongue while your tongue flicks up and down on her caramelized body until you reach her soft creamy core! taste buds are a thing of the past! you now entered the CANDYSHOP ZONE! where all your sights, stares, glances, envisions, come to TRUE!

I Want you to open your minds, expand your curiosity, think of that person or people that give you that high! that rush! that suga tooth! you can taste them from their sight! and their energy. We are going welcome you into our candy shop where anything goes, all the candy is free! well some of it. This store is open 24/7 and 365 days a year to satisfy your lustful, tasteful desires. Your eyes become so dilated and consumed by the beauty, handsomeness and attractiveness its seeing! your dopamine and serotonin levels are at all time high! you can feel the warmth and melting chocolate sliding down your open mouth! as it coats your esophagus! As you watch her walk away in her sexxy sundress! you take a bite into that warm, glazed honey bun! with a imagination and great fantasies of them clapping all over your snickers!

Its so fascinating how seeing a persons body could give you a high or a rush and have you lusting after them! What is it? is it my walk? my swagg? My defined chest and abs? or her pretty complexion with those juicy thighs? The way she sits? Whatever it is, its appealing and alluring! here are some asteroids that shows you why you are so charismatic, enchanting and pleasant to the eyes! and why you see others as a dessert or piece or sweet delicious candy!

Candy 3015

Shows how you attract others into your life! What people see attractive about you. You could be eye candy on display!

Bella 695

This is represented by pure beauty! not only exterior but internal as well! When you feel beautiful you attract beauty! very lovely energy!

Aphrodite 1388

blessed with glamour, attractiveness, magnetism and charm! shows your pure allure to pull suiters in.

Glo 3267

where you shine or light up the most! you can be seen from anything you do or who you are! or what you look like that moth under the street light!

Lilith 1181

Your dark, tempting, rebellious nature or energy turns heads and starts flare! you walk in a room to leave it consumed with your unique edge unapologetically!

Erato 62

This energy displays in your poetic nature that still derives from how you speak it, write it, show it! you could be a sexual body artist or turn art into sex!

Adonis 2101

What you idolize in yourself or others! shows what type of allure you have on others. It shows your sexiness, handsomeness and potential to be looked as a great mastepiece!

Medusa 149

Makes you powerful beautiful in all aspects, beauty, knowledge, wisdom, mental strength, tackful, resourceful, clever, sex appeal and winning others over! and extra beautiful!

Ptah 5011

This is where words cant define your appearance! pure essence and enchanting energy! your romantic nature as well as your grace and elegance!

A few more.....

Kallisto 204

Listitsa 672

Gaussia 1001

Circe 34

Sado 118230

its so many, and alot have multiple meanings.

[ssss3r4ph1mmmmmm]

Anyone Else But You

pairing: neteyam x omatikaya!fem!reader

summary: you and neteyam have always been really good friends, and after a night where the two of you do something that friends aren't supposed to do, well.

wc: 2101

warnings: implied smut, unplanned pregnancy, kinda angst

a/n: trying something different! kinda got bored with some of my stories bc it felt like i was writing the same story over and over, so i thought it'd be fun to do something like this lol. inspired by Juno (2007)

It all started with a night out. 

After a long day of running around and attending to your respective duties, Neteyam invited you on a late night forest excursion. You followed him through the forest, holding his hand as he led you to one of the nearby water reservoirs. It’s a blur after that, being pushed into the water, pulling Neteyam in with you, laughing when he sputters out water. 

You half remember whatever lame excuse you made for stripping off your clothes, hanging them on a branch to dry, encouraging Neteyam to do the same. You definitely remember what happened after that, the scorching heat spreading between the two of you despite being submerged in cool water. 

But neither of you acknowledge what happened that night, both too embarrassed to address the feelings you obviously share. Regardless of that, things are pretty normal between you. Even Kiri, your best friend (and his sister), didn’t suspect anything. The Great Mother has different plans for you, though. 

Something isn’t right, you’re constantly bloated, you wake up sick every morning, and once eclipse passes you’re practically crawling to your hammock to go to bed. Eventually your mother gets tired of it, sends you to Mo’at as soon as you wake up, telling you not to come back until you’ve taken some medicine. 

You tell Mo’at what’s wrong, letting her poke and prod at you, expecting her to give you medicine for eating something bad by accident. You never considered the alternative.

“Congratulations, Eywa has blessed you,” she says, reorganizing her tools as you sit dumbly on a woven mat. 

“Blessed me? Food poisoning is more of a curse if you ask me,” you say, not understanding her words. 

“You are not sick, you are with child,” she restates it, completely nonchalant.

“What?” You ask, voice a whisper as you try to process the information. 

“Pregnant, there is a baby growing inside of you and it will eventually be outside of you, and you will take care of it,” she says, voice muffled as your ears start to ring. 

You don’t say anything, only nodding your head before leaving the hut, ignoring Kiri on your way out. She follows after you, worried when you don’t acknowledge her, visibly distressed as you walk into the forest. Her calls of your name fall on deaf ears, finally catching up to you when you trip on a root. 

“What is wrong?” Kiri asks, breathing deeply to catch her breath, not expecting to have to chase you. 

“Pregnant,” is all you say, sitting against a tree. 

“Pregnant? Who is pregnant?” Kiri asks, confused.

“Me,” you answer, staring at the sky through branches and leaves to avoid her gaze.

“You? But you are not mated, are you sure?” She asks, and the severity of your situation suffocates you.

“Your grandmother said so herself,” you say, and she can’t argue with that. Mo’at is never wrong. 

“Who–” but you already know what she’s asking. 

“I do not want to talk about him,” you cut her off, because there’s no way you tell her about Neteyam without facing her extreme judgement. 

“Fine, you do not have to tell me who he is, but you will have to tell him that he is going to be a father,” she says, giving you a stern look. 

“Do I?” You whine, dropping your head back against the tree. 

“Yes,” she says, pinching your arm for even joking about not telling him.

“Ow!” You wince, holding your arm away from her. 

“Shut up, come on. We need to head back,” she says, standing up and extending a hand to help you up. 

“Fine,” you say, accepting her help.

You trudge behind her, thoughts whirling inside your head as you think of what to do next. After you run into a few trees, Kiri makes you walk in front of her, since you’re clearly too distracted to pay attention to where you’re going. When you see a hut at the edge of the forest, you decide to just tell her, not wanting to do it in the middle of the village. 

“Neteyam is the father,” you say, stopping abruptly in front of her. 

“No way,” she laughs, moving in front of you. “Right?” She asks, turning around when you don’t follow her or tell her it was a joke. “Oh Eywa, you are serious!”

“It was one time!” 

“One time too many!”

“I see that now!”

“Hindsight is 20/20!”

“What does that even mean?” You ask, still not used to her odd expressions.

“I actually do not know, but my dad says it when stuff like this happens,” Kiri answers, voice resigned. “So, how are you going to tell him?”

“He is hunting today?” You ask, already thinking of a plan. 

“Yes,” she answers, watching you begin to walk slowly towards the village. 

“Then I will tell him when he comes back,” you decide, leaving Kiri to follow behind you. 

“Just like that?” She asks, unsure if you actually will. 

“Just like that,” you answer, steeling yourself for the conversation you’ll be having with Neteyam later on. 

Kiri returns to her grandmother’s hut, expected to assist her for the day. You get to your own work, finishing early so that you have time to set up. With a rolled up, old hammock tucked under your arm, you make your way to the creek Neteyam always goes to after a hunt. 

You’re able to set up the hammock over the small stream, relaxing into the soft netting as you wait for him to show up. It’s rather peaceful, the sounds of the forest and the running water lulling you into a light sleep as you gently sway side to side in the hammock, but you’re still able to pick up on the sounds of someone approaching. 

“What are you doing here?” Neteyam asks, finding you laying in the hammock.

“Waiting for you,” you answer, watching him step into the water. 

“This is nice. Did you hang it up yourself?” He asks, feeling the hammock, stopping its movement.

“Yeah,” you answer, and you’re not sure if the sudden nausea is from the baby or nerves. “I am with child.”

“What?” He asks, eyes widened and ears perked up in shock. 

“Your grandmother told me this morning,” you say, fiddling with a frayed part of the netting. “I should go,” you say, sitting up and moving to leave when he doesn’t say anything. “Sorry for having sex with you, I know it was not your idea,” you say, rolling out of the hammock and walking away.

“Wait, whose idea was it?” He asks, turning around as you leave. “Whose idea was it?” He asks again when you don’t answer, left standing alone in the creek. 

Kiri is with you when you tell your parents, and surprisingly so is Tuk. You pace nervously back and forth inside the hut, your parents sitting worriedly in front of you. 

“Are you dying?” Your mother asks, assuming the worst.

“I think Mo’at would have told you if I was dying,” you say, your words coming out harsher than intended. 

“Just tell us what is wrong,” your father says, letting out a deep sigh as you continue pacing. 

“I am pregnant,” you say, and your parents are silent as you take a seat in front of Kiri.

“Pregnant?” Tuk whispers to Kiri.

“It means she is going to have a baby,” Kiri explains to her. 

“I know what pregnant means! She just doesn’t look it,” Tuk says, her voice cutting through the awkward silence. 

“Who is the father?” Your father asks, finally speaking. 

“Neteyam,” you say, looking away and missing your parents’ shocked faces. 

“I know right!” Kiri says when your dad looks to her.

“Sorry, he just does not seem like the type,” he explains when you shoot him a look.

“So, are you two going to,” your mother trails off, not wanting to finish the question. 

“I do not know,” you say, holding Kiri’s hand when she rests it on your shoulder comfortingly. 

“No matter. We need to change your diet, start making a prrsmung,” your mother says, going over how you must prepare for the baby. 

It doesn’t take long for word to spread through the village. It’s how Jake and Neytiri find out, hearing the whispers when they come back from a hunt. They’re not sure how to approach the subject, tiptoeing around it once they’re all back at the hut. 

“Is there anything you wanna tell us, boy?” Jake asks him, watching his oldest son act as if the whole village isn’t talking about his future child. 

“Ma Jake,” Neytiri warns him, his words coming out harsher than they should.

“Not really,” Neteyam answers, because there is truly nothing he wants to tell them.

“Not even that you got some girl pregnant?” Jake asks, angered by his son’s response. 

“Hey! She is not just some girl, she is my friend,” Kiri says, coming to your defense, while Lo'ak just snickers, distracted from whatever game he was playing with Tuk. 

“Doesn’t matter. You need to make this right,” Jake says, talking to Neteyam at the end. 

“There is no making it right,” Neytiri says, because even though you’re young and unmated, it isn’t a terrible thing.

“Yes, there is. Bond with her,” Jake says, despite Neytiri’s protest.

“She does not want me,” Neteyam says through gritted teeth.

His family falls silent at his words, not having considered what you wanted. 

It’s awkward seeing you in the village. You never exchange more than a few words before you’re making an excuse to leave. Kiri spends more time with you, but only tells him what he needs to know about his child, never anything about you. 

He’s supposed to be on a hunt, but after seeing you go into the forest, he couldn’t help but follow you. Your labors are nearing, and although they are not urgently approaching, he still doesn’t deem it safe enough for you to be going into the forest alone. He tries to be silent, but it doesn’t take long for you to realize he’s there. 

“If you are going to follow me, at least make yourself useful!” You call out to him, standing by a tree. 

“Of course,” Neteyam says, coming out from his hiding spot to catch up with you. “What do you need me to do?” He asks once he’s beside you. 

“Can you pick up that feather for me?” You ask, pointing to a bright feather sticking out from beneath a tree. 

“That is all?” He asks, laughing, but bending down nonetheless to grab it for you. 

“Shut up, it is getting harder for me to move as I once did,” you grumble, taking the feather from his hand when he holds it out to you. 

“Then maybe you should not go into the forest alone,” he says, following you as you begin walking again.

“I have two outfits to make for the festival once the great hunt is over, and I will not have time to gather materials once our child is born,” you explain, eyes downcast to search for more feathers.

“You would have plenty of time if we were together,” Neteyam says, and you stop in your tracks at his words. 

“Neteyam,” you sigh, turning around to face him. “I will not keep you from your child,” you begin to say, but he interrupts you. 

“That is not what I worry about,” he says, hands gently cupping your face as he gets closer to you. “I worry about you, I worry about us. We should be together.”

“No, and I will not hear anymore of this,” you say, hands moving his away from your face, putting distance between the two of you. 

“Why not?” He asks, his eyes welling with tears at your rejection. “You have never given me a reason.”

“I do not want you to be with me just because you feel like you have to,” you explain, twirling the feather nervously between your fingers. 

“I have never imagined spending my life with anyone else but you,” Neteyam says, your heart beating faster at his words.

“Really?” You ask, voice a whisper from his confession.

“Of course,” he says, reassuring you.

“Can you ever forgive me?” You ask, wrapping your arms around him as he pulls you into his embrace. 

“For what?” He asks, confused. 

“For driving you away,” you explain, savoring his warmth. 

“I cannot forgive you for something you have not done,” he says, holding you as close as he can despite the obstacle between you.

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More than a Gossip Piece

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UHI9rXi by Aehmttw “Alright, Batsy, who would you spend a night with?” “Clark Kent.” “Who?” “A reporter from the Daily Planet. He's been trying to get an interview with me in increasingly creative ways, and I've found that I appreciate both his brain and his looks.” Green Lantern just thinks some reporter is trying to interview Batman. Superman though is having a little crisis. Because the only man in Gotham City he's been trying to interview is Bruce Wayne. Words: 2101, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Lois Lane, James "Jimmy" Olsen, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Additional Tags: Clark and Bruce don't know each other's secret identities, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Getting Together, Identity Reveal, Identity Porn, superbat - Freeform, Friendship/Love read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UHI9rXi

[blackcestfest]

Blackcest Fest Masterlist 

Categories: Femslash, Het, Sirius/Regulus, Sirius/Regulus/Other, Other Slash

Femslash: 

Eyes On The Bride by LesbianKJ Ships: Druella Rosier Black/Walburga Black, Druella Rosier Black/Minerva McGonagall Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 2,456

It's Druella Rosier and Cygnus Black's wedding, and Druella isn't acting like the proper bride.

Sweet Possession by sky_watcher_rose Ship: Walburga Black/Bellatrix Black Lestrange  Rating: E  Word count: 4624

Bellatrix has always worshipped the ground her aunt walks on - and so perhaps, Walburga thinks, this was inevitable. Bellatrix was always going to ask, and she was always going to say yes.

Bellatrix Black: An Elegy by @thistlecatfics Ships: Andromeda/Bellatrix, Bellatrix/Cygnus, Bellatrix/Rita Skeeter Rating: E  Wordcount: 5,328 Warnings: Non-con, underage

“Bellatrix Black Lestrange was survived by her husband, sister, nephew, and me, whatever I could be considered, if I could even be considered someone who survived her.”

Het: 

they wed by sanguis_in_excelsis @sanguisinexelsis Ship: Sirius Black/Bellatrix Black  Rating: G  Word count: 6446

and it goes better than expected  Sirius and Bellatrix, and their starry mythology

Vérité by MymbleHowl @st-clements-steps Ships: Sirius Black/Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Barty Crouch Jr. Rating: E  Wordcount: 2957

“By Salazar.” Surely she uses magic somehow to make her sigh resound through all their cells, “let me know when you meet a boy who doesn’t like it hard and fast, Bartemius." To Sirius she says, "darling, be a good boy for me and tell me what you’re doing?” Her voice sings across their dank surroundings. “Sometimes, babydoll, you have to let them take the lead.”

Daddy's Girl by @miss-grimwood Ship: Bellatrix/Cygnus  Rating: M  Word count: 1550  Warnings: underage, rape/non-con

Cygnus prepared Bellatrix to be a good wife to her future husband.

blue light of the flame by @sanguisinexelsis Ships: Sirius Black/Andromeda Black Tonks, Past Sirius/Bellatrix, Past Andromeda/Alphard   Rating: G Word count: 1,748

Andromeda goes to visit Sirius in Number Twelve the week before he dies. They say goodbye.

Her Good Boy by RottenPleasures @caitiewantstobeavadakedavrad Ship: Druella Rosier Black/Sirius Black  Rating: E  Wordcount: 1,273  Warnings: Underage

Walburga has always claimed that Sirius doesn’t know how to behave. Druella thinks that couldn’t be father from the truth.

Short Distance Between Love and Insanity by piximera @piximera-art Ship: Sirius/Bellatrix  Rating: E  Wordcount: 1,829

Bellatrix HATES Sirius, so why do they end up in bed together at every family ball?

M-A-M-A B-O-Y, Mama’s boy, Mama’s boy by Sagiko_AKA_RegulusBlackKinnieBITFW Ships: Walburga Black/Regulus Black, Past Walburga Black/Alphard Black  Rating: Explicit  Wordcount: 2101

Who says romance has to be dead just because her incesty brother died? Her son can always take his place.

Sirius/Regulus: 

Happiness by TheFaeSys @thesun-themoon-andtheirstars Ship: Regulus Black/Sirius Black  Rating: T  Wordcount: 1184  Warnings: Mention of past abuse

After spending the first few weeks of the summer at the Potter's Sirius starts getting letters, a lot of letters. They don't stop and when Bellatrix shows up and drags him away to see his brother, Sirius relents, vowing to bring him back to the Potter's.

(ART) That Time My Brother Kissed Me and Not His Boyfriend by @acydpop Ship: Regulus Black/Sirius Black  Rating: G 

Sirius didn't know that polyjuicing into one of his mates would lead to a surprise he never saw coming.

Kisses Are For Lovers by DeathBecomesJade @sniperjade Ship: Regulus Black/Sirius Black  Rating: E  Wordcount: 13,447  Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Attempted Suicide

Regulus has always loved Sirius but for as long as he can remember Sirius has always pushed him away. He lost track of him after Hogwarts but now that he is free from his mother's influence and has found Sirius again, he will never let him go.

A Candle in the Dark by @ticigi Ship: Regulus Black/Sirius Black  Rating: E  Wordcount: 6,674  Warnings: Underage, Referenced non-con

"Hey, Reggie? Want to see the stars with me, just like old times?”

Now That We Don't Talk by @melissamwrites Ship: Sirius/Regulus  Rating: E  Word count: 18,943  Warnings: Past Child Abuse, underage (17 year old)

Sirius and Regulus have been estranged since Sirius ran away at the age of 16 with his best friend from boarding school, James Potter. But they have recently moved to London (the Potters are insistent that they try and work for a living). James is trying to get into a new relationship, but Sirius feels lonely and tries to reach out to some old friends.

Take My Body by acari @ghaniblue Ship: Regulus/Sirius  Rating: E Wordcount: 3140  Warnings: Underage

The last person Sirius expected to find on his front step was his estranged little brother begging Sirius to fuck him.

Winner Takes All by @the-invisibility-bloke Ship: Sirius/Regulus  Rating: E  Wordcount: 8,893  Warnings: Underage

"You call that a kiss?" It’s all fun and games until it’s fun and games and groping.

The Ties That Bind Me (To Horoscopes and Fate) by @tenrousei-kuroi Ship: Sirius/Regulus  Rating: E  Wordcount: 6,007  Warnings: rape/non-con, moderate violence, underage, physical abuse

"Sirius could hear Orion in Regulus's room in the middle of the night when they were supposed to be sleeping. One of those nights he decides to sneak into his brother's room after their father leaves, just to check on him, but what he sees makes it impossible not to take advantage of the situation."

Lessons by dalula Ship: Regulus Black/Sirius Black  Rating: Explicit  Wordcount: 2026  Warnings: Underage

Before starting Hogwarts, the Black siblings are extremely sheltered. When Sirius comes back after his first term, he can't wait to show Regulus that he can use what's between his legs to make himself feel better.

Sirius/Regulus/Other: 

Love in Different Shapes by Shadowmun @mundrakan Ship: Sirius/Regulus + Severus  Rating: E  Wordcount: 2742  Warnings: Rape/non-con, underage

Father asked Regulus to dose Sirius with a potion, so he would find an "illegible partner" and return to the family to do his duty of marrying and producing beautiful little pure-blood children. Too late Regulus finds out: Father didn't read the fine print.

Naughty, Knotty, Naughty by BrokenBoughs Ships: Regulus/Sirius, Regulus/Sirius/Harry  Rating: E  Wordcount: 1k 

Regulus tells Harry a bit of Black history.

With Seed As Strong As Blood by @greenmegsnoham Ships: Orion Black/Regulus Black, Regulus Black/Sirius Black, Orion Black/Regulus Black/Sirius Black  Rating: E Warnings: Underage, Rape/Non-con  Wordcount: 2,200

"You want him," Orion states unquestioningly, his fingers trailing along Regulus' side to the dip of his waist and those widening hips... "Do your duty," Orion commands Sirius, "and you shall have your fill of our sweet Omega."

Take me with you (find a way) by cassetteinability @onehundredflamingos Ship: Regulus/Sirius/Narcissa  Rating: E  Wordcount: 10,352

When Walburga sets up a wedding between Regulus and Narcissa, Sirius vows to do whatever it takes to get back to his brother.

James Knows by @goldenbi Ships: Regulus Black/Sirius Black/James Potter  Rating: E  Wordcount: 5,030  Warnings: Underage Sex

James knew his best friend. He knew his best friend more than anyone else could know another person. From the first moment they met they were in sync in almost every way. Nearly every sentence that included James also included Sirius. Sirius’s wand felt just as natural in his hand as James’s own. They were closer than any two people could be. It was as if their very souls were made of the same bright light. So why didn’t Sirius admit that he was fucking his own brother?

Other Slash:

finders keepers by dalula Ship: Draco Malfoy/Sirius Black  Rating: E  Wordcount: 1269  Warnings: Underage, Animagus Bestiality

Draco finds Padfoot on the grounds at Hogwarts and smuggles him into his dorm. He's always wanted a dog.

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

You don't want to fuck with me. This is my second time around.

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58530049 by Lerya Stiles is the last of the Hale Pack, after everything that happened Stiles uses the Nemeton and his magic to go back in time to prevent things from happening like they did the first time. He's tired, annoyed and plans to make sure no one comes in between that. Words: 2101, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Jackson Whittemore, Aiden (Teen Wolf), Ethan (Teen Wolf), Lydia Martin, The Nemeton (Teen Wolf) Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Alpha Peter Parker, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Bad Pack Alpha Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Season/Series 01 Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58530049

[flodeshe]

Astro notes 3 🌟 (including synastry)

Hi! Thank you so much for reading my posts!! I really appreciate it!Also big thank you to everyone who commented/liked/reblogged some of my posts, it means a lot to me! Keep in mind that these are just observations based on my experience and may not apply to everyone.I am not an astrologer.Thank you

-I noticed we tend to be attracted to the sign over the IC in the natal chart.It might be because the IC represents our roots,family and ancestors so we may feel familiar with that sign and therefore be attracted to it.

>Ex: I have Aries over my IC , and I tend to be attracted to Aries placements or Mars dominant people.

- Capricorn placements are usually VERY cautious when it comes to their money! As a result, they might come off as a bit stingy. They also tend to save their money.They find security and stability within their financial situation.They are the type of person to think:I have to have enough money because you never know what could happen.Hence, they usually give a pretty big legacy to their children.

-- I don’t know why but I have seen many boys being born in February and having lighter eyes( blue/green) and also lighter hair (usually blonde hair)!!

Now, a synastry observation about a placement overlay:

-Moon in 3rd house overlay in synastry ✨: I’ts a nice placement for communication. Personally, I have it with a childhood friend and communication is really important between us.When we talk to each other, we usually laugh a lot and I feel like we understand each other in a way.I think a reason why I enjoy this overlay might be due to Gemini rulling my 7th house which is the house of partnership and originally ruled by Venus(the planet of love) and I also have Moon in the 7th house.Moreover, the 3rd house and 7th house are both ruled by air signs which is why I may like 3rd house synastry or air houses overlays in general.And Gemini rules the 3rd house (of siblings,communication,intellect..) so.. With this overlay, the persons involve may like making jokes and even sometimes tease the other, most specifically with their words. Moreover, it can also means that even if the 2 persons are not considered as talkative, well, they might be very chatty when they are together.Also, one could talk a lot about the other to their friends or family without noticing it.Great placement for friendship (it could also be good with romantic relationships of course!).

So talking about synastry, I want to remember you that even if there are aspects or placements considered “best” or "worst" for romantic relationships, we all have different birth charts and we are all human beings with different perspectives and personalities, hence before checking a synastry , CHECK THE BIRTH CHART! Because, you are certainly more familiar/comfortable with certain placements/signs than others.Also, a synastry chart does not make a relationship.

Let’s talk about Adonis asteroid in synastry :

- Adonis (2101)😍 , is an asteroid which represents our “ideal man”, the type of men you are attracted to.I recommend to check its aspects and placement in your birth chart if you are interested in men.Jupiter in astrology, represents the husband. And I have Jupiter conjunct Adonis with 2 guys I thought were my ideal type and who got me faking scenarios in my head like “us getting married”lol..Also, I know a friend who has that aspect with a guy she had a big crush on and who looked like her “type”..

Me falling for them lol (found on Pinterest):

-Aquarius placements in composite or even Uranus contacts in synastry feels like:

(found on Pinterest, again lol(;

-I really LOVE Moon trine/sextile Uranus in synastry (platonic or romantic relationship) because it feels like the 2 accept each other's "weirdness" in a way.Like when you are together you are goofy and you feel you could do anything and the other person wouldn't judge you.LOVE IT!!ps: Venus in Aquarius😁 here

That's it for today.Thank you so much for reading!You can tell me if you have experiencied any of these placements! Sending love and light😘! Have an amazing day !

[sarahowritesostucky]

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Word count: 2101

Tags: a/b/o, arranged marriage, domestic discipline, spanking, head of household, dom/sub elements, alpha Steve, beta Bucky, hurt/comfort, wedding night, alternate history, nobility/royalty au, Edwardian time period, m/f/m poly marriage, enemies to lovers

Summary: To save House Barnes from scandalous ruin, eldest son James must agree to a contracted marriage, accepting Lord Senator Steven Rogers as his Alpha, Husband, and Headship.

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12. A Sojourn in London

This Chapter: He imagines his life, spent stifled and serving Steve in mundane ways, watching some faceless omega inevitably claim all of Steve’s sexual interest and produce children for him while Bucky slowly goes insane from the boredom of an unimpressive, domestic life.

Bucky and Steve might be high Society in America, part of the Senatorial ruling class, but they aren’t actual royalty. The Duke and Duchess of Kent however, are. And their living accommodations reflect it.

The carriage pulls through to the inner courtyard at Kensington Palace, and Steve offers his hand to help Bucky down. He takes his arm as they’re guided into the palace and shown the way to a grand ballroom. Bucky has to double check that his mouth is closed a few times as he looks around.

There are lots of other people, all just as finely or better dressed than Steve and Bucky are. Bucky catalogues the number of diamonds and other jewels that he can see adorning the heads and dripping from the throats of all the ladies, quickly deducing that, outside of the British Museum’s Crown Jewels exhibit, he’s never been surrounded by such wealth. “Jeez,” he mutters to Steve. “The Queen’s not making an appearance, is she?”

Steve chuckles and mutters back, “I don’t think so, Buck.”

Bucky smiles politely at the first two couples who come up to introduce themselves and chat. The Lady Cavendish is alpha and there with her beta husband. Another, Lord Barrows, is with both of his triad. The alphas both talk with Steve and eventually Bucky joins in. But the group gets quiet when he does. Lady Cavendish seems taken-aback. “My,” she says, looking unsure if she should be amused or annoyed. “You Americans certainly have relaxed manners.”

Bucky frowns, not understanding her meaning but pretty sure that he’s just been insulted. Steve’s hand comes out and pulls Bucky in against his side, almost possessively. “You’ll have to forgive my husband,” he says. “He’s never traveled enough to acquaint himself with European customs.”

Lord Barrows and his spouses smile and nod, and Bucky is left both confused and annoyed. He can’t help feeling that he’s being laughed at. “What?” he asks, peeved.

Steve squeezes him the tiniest bit tighter against his side at his tone. “It’s customary in British society for Spouses to wait on their Headship for invitation into the conversation,” he tells Bucky.

Bucky can tell from Steve’s tone that he’s trying to appear in-control to the other people. He can also definitely tell that Steve is waiting for him to blow up. Though he does feel indignation zip through him at hearing such antiquated nonsense, Bucky doesn’t say anything more than, “Oh.”

Steve seems relieved. His hold on Bucky relaxes. “That’s alright, darling. You didn’t know.”

Bucky wants to make a face at Steve calling him ‘darling’. It’s so obviously faked. Sure, Bucky understands that airs have to be put on at Society functions, but he’s not used to it with Steve. He doesn’t like it. “I’d be interested to know what other customs I’m ignorant of,” he muses, then pauses to look at the other two alphas. “That is, if I’ve been ‘invited into the conversation’?” He looks wide-eyed at Steve, pretending like he cares.

Steve’s lips quirk the barest amount, but he nods and says, “Of course.”

“Oh thank you, husband,” Bucky simpers. He doesn’t think the other guests are aware of how close he is to gagging. He looks back over to Lady Cavendish and her husband. “Well?” he asks. “What else should I know?”

“Your fashions are more liberal,” Lady Cavendish says. Now she looks mostly amused by Bucky, if also somewhat disapproving. She nods to her beta and says, “What do you think, Dear?”

Lord Cavendish perks up at his chance to speak. “Yes, I had noticed that.” His eyes run up and down Bucky’s outfit like he’s found several things lacking. It makes Bucky uncomfortable, and he has to fight not to squirm and look down at himself. “Your wrists are covered,” the other man notes. “No beta in London Society would be caught in public with such an ill-tailored jacket.”

Bucky flushes. “It’s not ill-tailored,” he snaps. He’d noticed after a turn of the ballroom that all the other married betas’ suits and dress sleeves don’t reach past their wrist bones, leaving their wedding wristbands on full display. “It’s what’s fashionable.”

Cavendish Shrugs. “In America, perhaps.”

“In the twentieth century!” Bucky scowls. “Christ. Get over yourself. Not everyone needs to advertise themselves like property.”

Lord Cavendish doesn’t say anything back to him, just stands there smugly at having gotten such a reaction out of Bucky. His wife, however, says, “Well I never,” as if that fully-encapsulates her disdain for Bucky’s attitude.

Maybe it does, because the next thing Bucky knows, Steve is gripping him by the back of the neck, jostling him in a classic scruff. Bucky’s mouth falls open at the domineering gesture, a surprised sound leaving him without his permission. The shock of the action outweighs any outrage he might otherwise feel. “I’m sorry,” Steve is apologizing to the group. “Please, do excuse us.”

The two other Headships titter as Steve steers Bucky away. Bucky goes red all the way to his ears, he’s sure of it. Steve has gotten him out into the hallway before Bucky can manage to react in any way, which is good news, because he’s not sure what he might have yelled at those people, if given the chance. He jerks out of Steve’s hold the second they’re alone in the hall. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” he yells, relieved when Steve lets him go. “Scruffing me? In front of a whole room full of people?!”

“Bucky, calm down.”

He glowers at Steve, feeling like his head is going to explode. “What the hell, Steve!”

Steve steps into his space, pressing him against the wall. “Lower. your. voice.”

Bucky would scream, if Steve hadn’t just Voiced the specific command to do the opposite at him. “How could you do that?” he hisses instead, feeling betrayed. “How? Are you trying to humiliate me?”

Steve shakes his head. “No. Of course not. It’s their custom, Buck. I couldn’t be seen to do nothing when you spoke to them like that. I told you: everything’s a lot more formal over here.”

Bucky growls. “You didn’t have to do that.” He hasn’t seen an adult, let alone an adult beta, be scruffed by their Headship in public in he doesn’t know how many years. It’s a demeaning, authoritative sort of thing. Bucky feels like crawling into the ground, knowing that a ballroom full of British Society just witnessed it being done to him. “I hate you,” he spits.

Steve sighs. “No, you don’t.”

“I do!”

“Shh!” Steve looks reproachfully at him. “I can’t let you disrespect our union in front of those people, Bucky.”

“I wasn’t!”

“To them, you were.” Steve looks pointedly at him. “And you know it, too. You were being rude.”

“So what?” Bucky snaps.

“Seriously?” Steve frowns at him. “Do you want me to have to discipline you? Because I will, if you keep this up in public.”

Someone nearby clears their throat, and both Steve and Bucky’s heads turn to see Lord Barrows standing there. “Sorry,” he says, not looking sorry at all. He steps over and pulls something from under his dress coat, handing it to Steve.

Bucky’s eyes widen when he sees what it is. “The fuck?” he breathes before he can help it. “You carry a cane on you?”

Barrows smiles at Bucky like he’s a misbehaving child, but he speaks to Steve. “It’s a switch. I thought you might need it.” His eyes flick over Bucky, then Back to Steve. “See you at the dinner table, yes?” He turns and starts walking away.

“Um, yeah,” Steve mutters. He waits until Barrows is gone before turning back to Bucky. He holds the switch between them, looking just as shocked as Bucky feels. “Well.”

Bucky’s belly flips at the implicit threat of the implement. He doesn’t like seeing it in Steve’s hand, wants to knock it to the floor. “Christ,” he mutters. “These people live in the fucking dark ages.”

“They’re strict.”

“Ya think?” Bucky scoffs.

“All Senatorial Households have canes,” Steve says. “Even your family must’ve.”

“Not as an amenity for dinner guests to use!” Bucky snatches the switch from Steve’s hand and holds it in front of his face. “You’d seriously hit me with this?”

“Senator?” Both Bucky and Steve’s heads whip up again. It’s Lady Cavendish this time. She looks distinctly interested in what she’s interrupted as she informs them, “Dinner is about to be served. Everyone is convening in the dining room.”

"Butt out!" Bucky snaps.

“Thank you,” Steve says. “We’ll be there presently.”

Lady Cavendish affords them one last, curious glance, then nods and hurries out of sight. Steve turns his attention back to Bucky. He looks very displeased. He holds out his hand. “Give me that. Now.”

Bucky gulps. Slowly, not wanting to, he gives the switch to Steve. He’s unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of Steve’s fingers curling around the handle. “Are you going to hit me?” he asks, surprised by how tiny his voice sounds when it comes out.

Steve sighs heavily. “No, Bucky. I’m not.” He sets the switch aside. “I’d never hurt you like that. Not for anything so minor.”

Privately, Bucky wonders what infraction would be serious enough in Steve’s book to warrant such a punishment. He decides against asking. “I don’t want to go back in there,” he says instead. “They’ll all think you were out here punishing me.”

Steve arches an eyebrow. “Nothing wrong with that.”

“Hey!”

“Come on," he says, with a bit of a snicker. He takes Bucky's arm and guides him back out to the ballroom. “Try and act like a properly admonished Spouse now, would you?”

Bucky makes a low growling sound, but says nothing. They are only steps away from entering the dining room, after all.

Dinner isn’t much better than the ballroom, unfortunately. The upside is that, once again, Bucky's not expected to participate in any of the conversation. So he can just focus on eating his—delicious, he must admit—food. The downside is that he has to wait for Steve to serve that food to him.

He's taken aback when he first notices it: the footmen bringing the courses out and setting them down only in front of the alphas. Bucky stares at a triad across the table as the Headship moves some of the food from her plate onto her beta’s plate, and then some onto her omega’s. Bucky flushes, suddenly remembering how that’d been one of the customs he’d observed when his father had brought him to a British state dinner when he was younger. Seeing it again, and especially with Steve sitting next to him as his Alpha, is oddly mortifying. Bucky has to wait while Steve is served his dish and the lid is pulled off. Steve looks over at him expectantly. “Well?”

“Seriously?” Bucky hisses. The other Spouses all have polite phrases that they use to ask their Alphas to be served. Steve smirks at Bucky as he waits for a response. “You’re enjoying this,” Bucky accuses, and the alpha shrugs.

“Maybe a little. Here.” He takes Bucky’s plate and gives him well over half the portion. “I’m not actually going to make you say it.”

Bucky grunts, angry but also a little bit pleased that Steve is ladling over most of the spinach puffs. I’d rather starve, is what he thinks, but out loud he says, “Well ... good.”

The rest of the dinner is spent in a similar, mildly-torturous fashion. Bucky sits quiet and pretty and lets Steve serve him each course, and he observes all of the Triads with their proper etiquette and rigidly defined roles, how insipidly all the beta and omega Spouses behave. He imagines his life, spent stifled and serving Steve in mundane ways, watching some faceless omega inevitably claim all of Steve’s sexual interest and produce children for him while Bucky slowly goes insane from the boredom of an unimpressive, domestic life.

When the Headship of the Triad directly across the table from them makes a rather obnoxious joke about omega suffrage—and Steve laughs along, mind you (Bucky doesn’t care if it's forced or not)—Bucky makes up his mind that he’s not going to let this happen to him. He’s not going to become one of those beta Spouses across the dining table, not going to resign himself to a life as an invisible Second who takes only what he's given and says 'thank you' for it.

Omegas and betas don’t have the right to divorce their Head of Household, but Alphas can choose to initiate the process if they wish. With the dowry to protect his family now permanently secured, Bucky makes a decision right then and there to do everything he can to drive Steve away.

If he can make Steve want a divorce, he’ll be free.

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Cafes and Conspiracies

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7shlXBf by CorruptedContainer After the bread knife incident (Michael), Martin takes Jon out for a lunch. Words: 2101, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: The Magnus Archives Season 2, Pre-Relationship, Missing Scene, Paranoia, Lunch, jon is sitting there wondering why martin is so nice to him maybe he's plotting something, they also talk about worms and loneliness because why not read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7shlXBf

[astromechs]

He does what is required of him here, and has never failed at doing so, no matter the difficulty of any given mission.

Until today.

In this briefing, with eyes on him from all sides of the conference table in the war room, words fail him.

Or: the aftermath of a mission gone south

rebelcaptain, 2101 words, rated M

[wandafiction]

Twenty Percent - Just Us Chapter 11

Warnings: Talks of injury, and being in Coma, Lil fluff.

Word Count: 2101

Series List | Chapter 10 | Chapter 12

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"No way!" Wanda leans back in her chair, putting her hand over her mouth to try and hide her laughing. 

"I was scared shitless! I mean imagine your sister walking in on you doing the nasty on the couch of your shared apartment. She chased me around the room for a good 10 minutes until we realised the girl was very confused." I shake my head as I think back to that night.

"What did the girl do?" Wanda gives me her full attention now she has gotten over her laughing fit.

"She asked what was going on and if she had just become a homewrecker." 

"Oh my goodness!" Wanda shakes her head at my antics. "Well I hope you explained that she was your sister." 

"Mhm. I did. Then she asked where we had gotten to and my sister left in a hurry." 

"I would too if my brother had a girl around." She takes a bite of the muffin she ordered.

"Yeah, I can't tell you how many times I have walked in on my sister and her wife. So you have a brother? Any other siblings." I like this, getting to know someone, thing. 

"Yeah, I do." Her expression changes slightly, shit I think I hit a nerve. 

"What's he like?" Wanda's eyes look into mine, before looking back down at her hands where she is fiddling with her rings. 

"There are so many things. Where do I start?" 

"How about his name?" I don't want to push her, but I feel like she wants to talk about him and never really gets the chance. 

"His name is Pietro, Pietro Maximoff. He is my twin brother, older by just a few minutes but will never let me forget it." She smiles to herself as she continues. "Even though he is the eldest of the two of us, he is most definitely the child and I feel like a parent to him sometimes. We had so many adventures as children back in Sokovia, and we made memories here too." 

Her smile drops. Oh shit.

"I miss him." I grab her hand from across the table giving it a comforting squeeze, she looks up at me and gives me a sad smile a few tears line her eyes. "Uh, sorry I, uhm didn't mean to put a damper on the mood."

"Do not apologise for having emotions. Tell me more." Her head shoots up to look at me in confusion and question.

"Wait really?! You want to hear about my brother?" 

"Only with what you're comfortable telling me." 

"Okay, just. I haven't spoken about him like this in ages, what do you want to know?" Her eyes fill with hope and the thought she gets to talk about him.

"Why not?" Her eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Why don't you speak about him more often, I mean."

"Well Vis, the twins' dad and my ex husband, wasn't Pietros biggest fan in college or out of college. So it always seemed difficult to bring him up after what happened, and he never asked. So I never told. My friends, work colleagues and those who know enough but never ask questions. It's like they are walking on eggshells and think that if they even mention his name I will have a mental breakdown or something." She uses her sleeve to clear a few of the tears that have escaped, a shaky breathing leaving her lips. 

"So tell me more. What's the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you in front of your brother that you know he will never let you live down?" I change the course of the conversation trying to give it a lighter tone, I don't need to know what happened. It's not my business. If she wants to tell me, then it will be her decision and her decision only. 

"Oh okay. So it was the twins 10th birthday we had a few family and friends around for a BBQ. Vis had let me know he may be late as he was stuck in a work meeting, so I had to set everything up...he didn't show up in the end. For his own boys' birthdays. Anyway, I was trying to take their minds off it by getting everyone outside the children in the pool and the adults to relax with a drink. It was all going well until I heard Billy call me over to the pool, me being me, I immediately went to the edge of the pool; and bent down to ask him what was wrong. Before he could reply I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, lift me up, and chuck me in the pool. I screamed of course, I mean who wouldn't. It only got worse from there though, because when I came to the surface to find the culprit, my brother, was laughing like there was no tomorrow. However, when he opened his eyes to look at my scowl he covered his eyes with his hand telling me to cover up. Confused, I look down, only to realise I'm wearing a now soaked white top, with no bra underneath because I hadn't had time to sort myself out." 

I laugh along with her stories as she continues, nodding my head and adding input every now and again but ultimately just letting her talk about him. It's adorable how much she loves her brother, whenever she remembers something else or even just talking about him her whole face lights up with an infectious smile. Oh god, and that laugh. At one point we both have tears streaming down our faces from laughing so hard. This is nice. I like this. Then her smile falters slightly as she looks at me through her eyelashes. 

"Can I tell you what happened?" I lean forward, my elbows resting on the table as I take both her hands in mine giving them a squeeze.

"Only if you're comfortable, and only when you're ready to do so." She goes to say something, but clothes her mouth and mumbles something under her breath. "Sorry Wanda I couldn't quite hear you. What were you saying?" 

"Just, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time." She takes a breath, so I decide to scoot my chair next to hers so I can wrap my arm around her. 

"Where is he now?" I think I know the answer, but she hasn't actually said it so I cannot make that assumption.

"He is in a coma. Has been for the last 2 years. I'm just grateful that I had him around during the divorce, I don't think I would have gotten through it without him."  Okay so he isn't dead like I thought. That's good.

"I'm so sorry Wanda. I know sorry doesn't mean a thing in situations like this, trust me I know. But he isn't truly gone yet so you have to live every moment because from what I've heard he is very much a live life to the fullest sort of person." She buries her head into my chest as she cries quietly, I can feel a wet patch soaking through my sweatshirt but that's not important.

"Is there still hope for him?" I feel her stiffen a bit before relaxing into my hold more.

"The doctors had said there was a 40% chance of him waking up, now it's more like 20%. He was shot multiple times and they said his body is healed so now it's just about him wanting to wake up." She grips into the front of my sweatshirt, it bunching up in her closed fists.

"Well 20% is better than 5%, so he still has a chance. These things take time unfortunately. Even though they say 'it's up to him whether he wakes up or not' what they mean is. Is his brain giving him the fighting chance he needs, and 20%. Well 20% is a hell of a good chance." She looks up at me with a small smile on her face.

"You think so." 

"I do. But you still have to remember it can take time, and things do go wrong. I don't want to give you this false sense of security where you believe he will 100% wake up because no one can be sure." She leans up to peck my lips a couple times, before looking up into my eyes.

"Thank you." 

"You have nothing to be thankful for. I am just telling you what I think after hearing the story."

"No I do. You didn't withhold any of the truth. People keep saying 20%, that's really good he will wake up. Where you've said 20% it's good, but it's not 100%. So thank you, most people just avoid the topic." She clears her throat as she loosens from my embrace, I quietly whimper at the loss of contact. "What a way for a first date to go." 

"Well we have already slept with each other. I mean according to my sister we skipped steps 1-3 and are now doing it all backwards." She hums in thought.

"What's steps 1-3?" 

"Well step 1 is the first meeting. So for us it was a club, for others maybe a coffee shop or work. Maybe even online." I lean my arm in the back of her chair, Wanda rests her head on my arm as she brings her left hand up to my arm drawing random shapes. All the time her attention is on me, a small smile plastered on her face as she watches me speak.

"Step 2 would be the talking. Getting to know one another. So texting back and forth, maybe a phone call here and there. Even a video call once or twice. Just talking." Wanda takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

"And step 3?" She asks as she relaxes more against my arm, her piercing green eyes looking right into mine.

"Well step 3 would be the date."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." 

"What would this date consist of? If you were the one to set it up?" She crosses her legs over, her left hand still drawing shapes in my arm as her right one rests on her thighs.

"Well I would take you out to one of the best restaurants I know. Not one of those that sells tiny bits of food that wouldn't even feed a mouse, and at those prices. Pftt, that's extortion. I would take you to a place that sells the most glorious food, that could keep you full for days on end with a nice bottle of wine to go with it. Then as the night goes on, I would take you for a walk just to help keep the calm atmosphere. Of course being the gentlewoman I am, I would take you home waiting till you got into your house. Not before I steal a kiss from you of course. Then I would say I hope we can do this again." I look back at Wanda, as during the storytelling I looked up to the ceiling. 

She has this look about her, I can't quite place it. Her bottom lip is between her teeth, her hand that was drawing on my arm now rests gently against my elbow. Her other hand, at some point, has come to rest against my knee, her thumb stroking it gently with miniscule movements. She seems to be in a trance as her eyes look deep into mine, before searching the rest of my face.

"What's that look for?" I question, breaking her out of her trance.

"Nothing. I mean. I've never had a date like that before." Wait what?

"What about your ex husband?" She shakes her head.

"No we met in school, we never really did the whole date thing as we would just hang out at each other's houses whenever we could. After school, at 18, we found out I was pregnant. We did the whole college thing as well with two twin boys. Now that was difficult. But even after we left college, got jobs, and started earning money we never really had date nights. I think we classed going out with friends for meals as our dates." She shakes her head at the thought of her ex husband, going to say something but choosing not to. I don't question her.

"Well then princess. Maybe one day you will get the date you deserve."

"And will that date be with you." She looks up at me through her eyelashes.

"Depends." 

"On what?" 

"How well this one ends." 

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[nirvanawrites111]

Bend It Ova (Sub!Seonghwa x Dom!Reader)

Word Count: 2101

Pairing: Seonghwa x Black Reader

Summary: You're an entrepreneur having a bad day and you call Seonghwa to help you out.

Tw: Pegging, Degradation, Cum Eating, Good boy kink, Y/N is called mistress, oral (fem receiving) fem!reader, reader is neurodivergent, non-idol au.

A/n: Listen the Halazia live performances got me in a CHOKEHOLD. I've been humming and singing Hala hala hala halazia all damn day. I've always wanted to write a sub!Seonghwa and I literally had a bad day today, so that plus Seonghwa fancams inspired today's one-shot. I feel better now that I wrote this lol. I also didn't know what to name this so yeah there's that. Anyways, I'm rambling, ANYWAYS enjoy the story.

You were in a rut and everything that could go wrong with your day went wrong. You spilled coffee on your laptop, ran out of content ideas for your business, and lost a brand partnership.

The feeling of defeat had overcome you. You hated how things were falling apart. You also were so annoyed with how you have an all-or-nothing mindset.

The situation really isn't that bad, and it can all be fixed. Or, at least that would you hear Seonghwa telling you as he kisses the inside of your thigh.

"Hwa, you don't get it. You have stability with your corporate job. I am leaving gig to gig, living on a prayer," you groan.

You wish you could hold a job for over five years like Seonghwa. But, no matter how much you try, you always get fired. Either because you're late or you become overwhelmed by holding small talk with others. Why can't the workplace accommodate and embrace you for who you truly are? Why do you have to mask to exist in the world?

"But, you are a creative genius," Hwa praises you.

His tone is sexy, and it's precisely what you need to hear now. "A creative genius who can't be tied down to a traditional 9-5. It's okay if you have a bad day. That's why I'm here."

You lie back against the couch, and you want to stare at the ceiling, but your eyes focus on Seonghwa looking so fucking fine.

You ponder over why him being here turns you on even more. You love that he's always there for you. You take care of him, and he takes care of you. It's the perfect balance without any traditional labels.

You are non-conventional. You don't like labels, nor do you like how the world is so black and white. You are more of an out-of-the-box thinker.

That's why Seonghwa is attracted to you. He admires how intricate your mind is. There is just so much beauty in the way you approach the world. He loves how you ramble and light up when discussing your favorite hobbies.

You cut him off a lot mid-sentence, and not once does he gets frustrated with you. He always smiles softly and lets you get out of your thoughts.

Because he's learned that if you don't speak your ideas at once, you will forget them. He knows that one of your many beautiful ideas will turn into a million-dollar business, so you won't have to work as hard.

You are his sexy, intelligent, entrepreneur that creates their own path. He wishes he had the creativity you possess to create a sustainable life as you have. He wishes he dared to go after his dreams in the way that you do.

So, when you texted him at two in the afternoon saying it was an emergency, he took off the rest of the day to be with you. He knows how easily you can get lost in your thoughts and spiral out. He doesn't mind being there for you, his mistress.

Seonghwa adores how seductive you look with your gorgeous kinky hair that rises to the heavens, glowing melanin, and how the knitted bright yellow spaghetti strap dress you made hugs your body. He pushes it up further to fully admire your pussy.

He loves nothing more than to be on his knees for you. He has a mountain of work waiting for him on his desk, but being in his favorite position is more important to him.

"Mistress.. may I taste you?" Seonghwa asks.

You love how soft and delicate he sounds when he asks to embrace you. You stare so deeply into his eyes and grab him by the hair. "I know it's not my usual thing, but I want to be a bit rougher than usual. Are you cool with that?"

"Of course."

"Good boy. What is your magical safe word?"

"Halazia."

"Sounds good."

You feel a flutter in your stomach. You know that you usually are a soft dom when it comes to Hwa. He's so precious to you. He's been in your life for probably five years. You actually met him at his current job and hit it off quickly.

You love being gentle with him. But, you also love to be rough when it calls for it. But, you are always respecting his limits and boundaries.

You push him back to the floor and cover his face with your cunt. You can't believe you quickly leaped, almost like something you saw on television when you used to watch WWE.

Seonghwa cups your ass, and you reach to remove your knitted dress. You toss it behind you, and you peer down at him. His tongue strikes your pussy at the perfect angle.

Your knees are spread wide apart, and you are kneeling over him. You grind yourself over his tongue.

You can tell that Hwa is thirsty for you. He laps at your cunt, and even though things just started, you can tell he's eager to make you cum. He wants the reward of tasting your essence against his palate.

"Mistress.." Seonghwa moans against your core, and his hands rub your ass.

You are fully aroused now, and you can feel yourself dripping onto him. This is what you needed all along. Seonghwa underneath you, pleasing you and making you take your mind off your terrible day.

"Yes, baby?"

"I thought you said you were going to be rough with me," Seonghwa says between lapping up your juices.

You laugh at how he wants you to increase things. But, you have other plans for that.

"Hwa, be careful what you ask for. Make me cum, and I'll show you what I mean," You retort. You know how much he likes to change things up with you.

"Yes, mistress."

Seonghwa kisses on your pussy and moves up to lick at your clit. His tongue is probing across and around your clit. He's working overtime to make sure you come. You squeeze your breast while receiving this pleasure.

"Fuck me with your tongue," you moan. He obeys you and plunges his tongue inside of you. He adjusts, so now you are positioned perfectly and riding his tongue. "Mmm... such a good little slut doing everything I say so that I can rough you up."

"Only for you."

That sends you over the edge. Truth be told, you are a little possessive regarding Hwa. He's all yours, and you don't want to share him with anyone else. You love how eager he is to service you at the drop of a hat. No one else has ever been this loyal to you.

You lean back against his cotton tee shirt that he had on underneath his dress shirt. You come so hard that you almost black out. Seonghwa is underneath you, capturing it all as you squirt repeatedly.

You lean back against the carpet, and Hwa dives into you. Your body is still trembling after coming so hard. He savors your taste and licks up and down your legs to clean up every drop. He's hungry for you. Your core is still sensitive but throbbing to explode again.

You push his head closer to you and hold the back of his neck while his tongue dances against your clit again. Your body erupts, and he moves lower to catch it all again. You open your eyes, and you catch your breath for a moment.

"Bend ova against the kitchen table," you say, nearly out of breath.

"Yes, goddess. Anything for you."

You aren't tapped out just yet. Yes, he's made you come twice, but you still have more energy to mess around. You watch him run over to your table. You stand up. Your legs are still weak, but you hold it together.

You swipe your box off the coffee table and put on your favorite strap. You grab the lube and watch Hwa lick his lips when he realizes you have the strap on.

"Ready, slut?" You grab him by the hair and kiss his lips. You taste yourself on his tongue, and your core throbs. His lips are still glistening with your juices on them. "Fuck, you look so hot, covered in my juices."

You pull away from him so you can hear him.

"I'm ready.. fuck me."

You pull off his shirt as he quickly pulls off his pants. You pull down his boxers and push him over the kitchen table. You smack his cute ass. "Arch that back a little lower, baby," you instruct.

His hands are flat along the table, and he adheres to your instructions. You rub on his ass again, pour lube on your fingers, and slide into his hole. He squirms a little, but this definitely ain't his first time. Hell, at this point, you've lost count of how many times you've pegged the beautiful boy.

"Just relax, baby. I'm gonna take care of you, love."

"I know. I trust you, mistress."

You can't help but be a bit soft for him. You low-key a simp for him, but you'd never tell anyone. You get him ready to take your strap, and you stick another finger inside of him. He works himself against your fingers. You can feel him clench around them. You pour lube on the strap and slide in carefully.

Hwa looks so alluring bent over naked against your kitchen table for you in the middle of the afternoon. A professional corporate worker doing naughty things with you instead of his tedious paperwork.

You love this side of Hwa that comes undone for you. He's literally perfect for you. His back is curved for you, and you are pounding into his tight hole. His freshly tanned skin from when you two when to the beach last weekend.

"Fuck.. Seonghwa, you're fine as hell, but damn, you look good in this position," you moan and bite your lip.

Seonghwa is throwing back that cute little butt against your strap. His pants and moans from your stroke are sending you over. You can feel your juices leaking down your legs.

You love being this raw with him. The perfectionist that does everything right in life is coming apart right now on your strap. You love to see it.

You smack his ass again, but this time harder. He yelps, but you know it's turning you on. "Mmm... Smack it harder," Seonghwa vocalizes his desire for you.

You do it even harder this time, and his ass ripples. You can see his light olive skin turn slightly red.

"Let me find out you like pain."

You speed up, and you grab his hands. You hold them behind his back. His moans are so beautiful to your ears. You slow down and give him slow passionate strokes. You decide to change positions. You pull out of him.

"No, please don't stop," Seonghwa whines out. He towers over you, but you don't care. You might be shorter, but you still run shit. You push him back against the table.

"Boy, shut up," you roll your eyes and pulls him to the edge of the table.

You know he can only come while lying on his back, and you want it about his pleasure as well. He inches closer to you, and you enter him again. This time you are now facing each other.

You lean forward and kiss him. Your tongue slips into his mouth while his legs are wrapped around your waist. You work slower into him. You stroke his dick while you are deep inside of him. He's so needy to be touched by you. He's literally throbbing inside of your hand.

"Mmm...feels so good, mistress. Fuck.."

"I know," you cockily say.

You love taking care of Hwa like this, having him feel so good with his legs draped around your waist. You love being deep inside of him and being the only person that you can access this part of him. His eyes are so dark with lust, and he's so needy to be entangled with you.

"Come for mistress," you coo against his lips. He hungrily slips his tongue back inside your mouth as you pump his dick with excitement.

Ribbons of his cum squirt out and ooze all over your hand. You slip your fingers into his mouth, and he savors his taste off your fingers. That turns you on even more.

"You're so responsive to me. Now, let's take this upstairs since you earned it," you reply.