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Magic Lessons p.2 | B.W.

feat. Bill Weasley x intern!reader

SUMMARY: Things escalate with your boss, Bill Weasley, at the twins birthday party when you plot to make him jealous. But he gets his revenge back at the office.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut, jealous!Bill, reader gets a lil toxic, oral (f receiving), age gap, bill is a pleasure dom I don't make the rules, mentions of alcohol and smoking, strong language

part one | part three

Things shifted between you and Bill after that night. You were more than just coworkers, mentor and apprentice, you developed a mutual understanding.

And what started as a little crush has grown into a beast with teeth, eating you alive, consuming every spare moment of your life. You had never felt so connected to someone before, so attuned to their feelings and desires, like your souls were tied together.

You couldn't be sure how he felt about you, but he seemed to read your mind as well as you did his. He somehow could anticipate your needs, no matter how trivial, and would go well out of his way to ensure those needs were met.

He was also fiercely protective, a trait of his that claimed several more victims than Waylan as the weeks progressed. But for you, Bill seemed to have a never ending well of patience. You couldn't ignore the amount of times you caught his gaze lingering on you, or the frequency he went out of his way to touch you, to help you, to serve you.

But you just couldn't believe that Bill Weasley would be even remotely interested in someone like you. Not to mention, the professional boundaries of your relationship were still intact.

It had been three months since the incident with the cursed axe, and it was the twins birthday. You hadn't spoken about the fact that you would both be attending the same party outside of work, but the thought made your nerves tingle with adrenaline.

You and Bill had only seen each other at work or during work-related functions. But this, attending a family party, felt like uncharted territory.

Would he be willing to cross the lines of professionalism? You weren't sure. Would you be willing to risk a career at Gringotts? Again, you weren't sure. But every day, it became harder and harder to ignore the burgeoning heat between you, that soul tie winding tighter and tighter.

You were at a standstill, paralyzed by indecision, and it was driving you mad.

The two of you were the last in the office, and you slipped away to get ready in the bathroom while he finished things up. You changed into your outfit, a maxi dress in your favorite color with a pair of heeled boots, and refreshed your makeup.

You did a small turn in the mirror, a wave of insecurity making you doubt your selection. Was it too tight for a birthday party? Too formal? Not formal enough?

Well, it was the only one you brought, so it would have to do. You collected your things a returned to Bill's office.

When you pushed open the door, you found him mid-change, wearing a white sleeveless undershirt and fastening a black belt around his waist, his shirt folded neatly on the desk.

You knew he was strong from years of hard travel, but this. He was lean and toned, broad shoulders with a narrow waist, and even littered with scars from Fenrir’s attack, he was gorgeous.

“Oh! Bill, sorry. I didn't—” You managed to tear your gaze from his body up to his face, finding his eyes glued to you, jaw a little slack, and the apology died in your throat.

He lowered his hands to his sides, belt still undone. The simmering heat between you bloomed to an inferno at your open perusal of one another, and you found yourself taking a step towards him, brainless as a moth.

His hands flexed, then balled into fists, and you paused, a flicker of reality passing through the haze of desire.

“We need to go,” he said, clearing his throat and grabbing his shirt.

You nodded, disappointment setting like a stone in your stomach.

You took the Floo System to the Burrow, managing to arrive only five minutes late.

“Bill!” His family cried, swarming him. But the twins went straight for you.

“Y/n! Look at you!” George gushed, pulling you in for a hug.

“Happy birthday to us,” Fred smirked, and you swatted his arm before pulling him in for a hug. Over Fred's shoulder, you caught Bill glaring daggers at his younger brother, but he quickly schooled his expression and turned his attention back to his father.

The twins introduced you to the few family members you hadn't met, and you answered the dozens of questions they threw your way while dinner was served. Bill was ignoring you almost entirely, caught up in conversation with his father and Percy. You knew you shouldn't take it personally, you were just colleagues after all, but it still rankled, and you could feel an attitude brewing.

Then, a wicked idea wormed it's way into your mind.

You laughed loudly at one of George's jokes, leaning into his side while he gestured in the air. He draped his arm over you, the type of platonic physical contact the two of you did all the time, but Bill didn't know that.

You saw Bill’s sharp eye snag on the movement, and bit your lips to keep from smiling at your small victory.

A few moments later, you reached over to take a sip of Fred's beer, making a show of wrapping your lips around the mouth of the bottle, your fingers delicate on the glass. You set the bottle down, then shifted to whisper something in Fred’s ear, your hand resting on his. You didn't say anything of real interest, just a little inside joke between the two of you. Fred chuckled, turning to whisper something back to you, and you grinned, winking at him.

You risked a glance at Bill and saw him white knuckling his empty whiskey glass, eyes trained on the birthday cake at the center of the table, and your confidence swelled.

“Mrs. Weasley, would you like some help clearing up for dessert?” You asked, batting your lashes.

“Oh, thank you, dearie!” She chirped, grinning at you.

You jumped up and started to collect the plates, using your wand to clear away the food. Moving around the table, you reached Bill, who was chatting with Ron about Ministry things. You leaned over Bill's shoulder, brushing against his arm to retrieve his plate, but he didn't react. Didn't even look up at you.

You huffed internally and brought the dishes to the kitchen, casing a spell so they'd wash themselves. You went to the fridge, retrieving a fresh beer for Fred and grabbed the bottle of fire whiskey from the counter.

You returned to the dining room and set the beer in front of Fred, who accepted with a smile.

“Thanks, love,” he cooed, taking a sip.

Then, you filled George's whiskey, careful to pour the correct amount. You could feel Bill’s eyes burning into you, his jaw clenched, and a giddy excitement flared in your lower belly. You capped the whiskey, licking a stray drop from your thumb, and returned it to the kitchen, leaving Bill’s glass dry.

Cake was served, and you let George feed you a few forkfuls while you and Fred told a few of your favorite stories from your time together at Hogwarts.

You knew you'd done it when Bill excused himself to smoke, a habit he never indulged in at work.

You knew it was wrong to push him, to strain whatever tenuous balance the two of you held, but you just couldn't help yourself. He was driving you insane.

After dessert, everyone ventured back into the living room for games and more drinks, and you slipped outside to find Bill.

He found you first.

An arm snaked out of the shadows and tugged you into the dark, directly into a hard chest.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” Bill growled against your ear, the smell of smoke and whiskey clouding the air around him.

“I don't know what you mean,” you replied, tilting your head.

His took a drag off of his cigarette, glaring at you through the smoke. “You know better than to lie to me,” he warned.

“I didn't peg you for the jealous type, Mr. Weasley,” you teased, desire spilling through your body and making your thighs clench.

His free hand lifted, skimming your throat before moving around the nape of your neck. “It already kills me that they met you first, that they know you so well.” His grip tightened, scruffing you, and you gasped. “Is this what you wanted?” He rasped, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Yes, Bill,” you whimpered, pressing your body against his. “Please.”

He smiled, a wolfish, sharp thing, and dragged you the last few inches to his mouth. It was a rough kiss, a culmination of weeks of longing, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, prying your mouth open so he could taste you. His tongue tangled with yours and you moaned, getting drunk off of his lust, his dominance.

It was so different than his usual professional, collected demeanor. You knew he had an edge to him, an undercurrent of darkness that made him so adept at handling curses, but you never expected this. Having him be so rough, so needy, it made you want to climb him like a tree.

He flipped the two of you around, pressing you into the wall, his free hand splaying across your lower back to keep your hips anchored to his as he leaned into you. He felt so different than the other boys you'd been with, so confident and commanding, knowing exactly how to handle you and your desperation.

“Bill,” you gasped, head falling back as he kissed and licked down your throat, his teeth grazing your fluttering pulse. It felt like he was devouring you, biting off chunks of your rationality, your resolve, until you were nothing but a writhing, moaning mess in his arms.

His hand released your neck, sliding down to grab your waist. “But now I know you better, and I. Don't. Share.” Each snarled word was like shot of adrenaline to your heart, forcing your already dizzy self to clutch his shoulders to stay upright.

You nodded, desperate to be closer to him, to have him touch you. His possessiveness drove you crazy, had you practically foaming at the mouth for him, but he wasn't having it.

He grabbed your hands and removed them from his body, and you whined in protest. “Behave, and go back inside before you smell like smoke,” he ordered, though his voice was decidedly softer than before, almost breathless. He nudged you away from him and took another draw of his cigarette, the sharp planes of his face illuminated by the glowing tip.

Reluctantly, you ventured back inside, your thighs sticky with slick and knees weak. You were so focused on what you could do to drive him mad, you forgot entirely about what he could do to you.

So, you were in your best behavior the rest of the night. Charming the parents, befriending the other siblings, being as fun and social as you could manage. By the end of the night, you were buzzed, socially drained, and unbelievably horny, ready to pounce on Bill every time you caught his eye.

“Alright, we have to get to the bank early tomorrow. Y/n, I'll take you home.” He gave you a pointed look and you nodded. “Goodnight, family!” Bill called, hugging his siblings before ushering you towards the Floo Station.

“Happy birthday!” You hugged Fred and George on your way past, and half-stumbled into the Floo Station from exhaustion.

Bill caught you with a strong arm around your waist and held you up, casting the spell before his family could see how close your bodies were.

The next moment, you were back in the office, head spinning from the booze and the magic.

“Alright, love?” He asked, tightening his grip on you when you swayed on your feet.

You nodded and he released you, leaving you cold and unsteady. You walked in silence back to his office to get your things.

When you arrived, you stopped in the doorway. “M’sorry about earlier,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“So am I,” he replied, walking towards his desk and loosening his tie. Your stomach dropped.

“Why are you sorry?” You asked, bracing yourself for rejection. “I was the one that acted like an idiot.”

He looked up at you, a sharpness in his eyes. “Don't speak about yourself like that,” he snapped, and you nodded, looking at the floor.

You heard the tread of footsteps, then his hand reached out to hold your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. They were stormier than you'd ever seen them, the sky before a shipwreck.

“I'm sorry for being so rough with you, I can be—” his eyes flicked away, brow pinching in consternation. “After the attack, and the war, and the divorce…I can be cruel, angry. It's a part of me I don't like to show,” he admitted. “So I'm sorry if I frightened you, or overstepped.”

“You didn't frighten me,” you said, placing a tentative hand on his sternum, wanting to comfort him. “Far from it.”

He searched your face as you gazed up at him, starry eyed, and the silence stretched for a few moments.

“This is what I saw,” he murmured.

“What do you mean?” You asked, practically trembling with anticipation.

“When you wore the Chameleon necklace,” he replied, his eyes tracing the hollow of your throat before lifting back up to your face. “I saw you like this.”

“You wanted to see me like…this?” You asked, looking down at your dress, confused.

He shook his head, his hand moving up to caress your cheek. “No, not the dress,” he said, so close you could smell the whiskey on his breath. “That right there,” he hummed with a soft, satisfied smile, his thumb smoothing just underneath your lower lashline. “The desire in your eyes.”

Heat scorched your skin and your tried to pull away out of embarrassment, but he held you firm.

“No, darling. You're done hiding from me,” he said, the petname making your pussy thrum, slick collecting on the inside of your thighs. “I've been waiting to see that look in your eye. To see you need me as badly as I've needed you.”

Your heart stalled, your thoughts turning to static.

Needed me?

“I had to be sure this was what you really wanted, that I wasn't just seeing what I wanted to see…” he trailed off, expression softening as he continued to look into your eyes.

“I didn't think you wanted me,” you whispered, in complete disbelief. “I thought I was going crazy.”

“Perhaps we both have.” He bumped his nose against yours, warm breath fanning against your skin. “You've ruined me. My entire life I've been the epitome of restraint. But with you—” His thumb tugged at your lower lip, sending a tendril of arousal curling down your spine. “I can't seem to help myself.”

“Then don’t hold back,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and running your fingers through his hair. “I want you to ruin me too.”

“Sweet girl,” he cooed, feeding his thumb into your mouth. You flicked your tongue over it, tasting the salt of his skin before sucking lightly. “I intend to.”

He surged forward, capturing your lips in a breathtaking, soul-deep kiss that you felt through every nerve ending. You kissed him back eagerly, tugging his hair as he hauled you closer, lifting you into the air so you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Without breaking the kiss, he carried you across the office and set you down onto one of the overstuffed leather armchairs, the same one he conducted your interview in. He kissed you a moment longer, his tongue delving in to taste you before he withdrew and lowered himself to his knees in front of you.

“I'm going eat my fill of you, and you’re going to take it all,” he ordered, his voice rough and breathy, chest rising and falling quickly. “Okay?”

“More than okay,” you answered, nodding like an overeager bobble-head.

He chuckled, his eyes holding yours as he gathered up the fabric of your dress and pushed it up your legs, kissing your knees, and up your inner thighs, his long hair tickling the sensitive skin until he reached your clothed cunt, your white panties betraying how aroused you were.

“Look how pretty you are,” he exhaled, breath warm against your skin. “All this for me, baby?”

You nodded, combing your fingers through his red hair so you could see the lovesick look on his handsome face, his eyes soft and mouth upturned at the corners. It was all in such stark contrast to the brutal scars on his face, silvery in the waning candlelight.

You couldn't imagine someone being more beautiful than Bill was in this moment.

He hummed low in his throat, his tongue licking a stripe over your sodden panties and making you whine, desperate for him to touch you.

“How many times have you orgasmed in a row?” He asked, pulling your panties to the side with his middle finger.

“Oh, uh—” your cheeks warmed, caught off guard by the question. “Only once with a partner. Twice on my own. Why?”

You felt him smirk as he leaned closer, pressing a kiss to your swollen clit. “Three, then.”

“Three—oh god,” you moaned, grip tightening on his hair as he laved his tongue through your slit, flicking against your bud before repeating the motion, two, three, five times.

He nursed your clit between his teeth, lashing it with his tongue and making you buck your hips up, the pleasure too intense to hold still. He dropped a forearm over your lower stomach to keep you from moving away, your nails dragging across his skin as you cried out.

He moved down to your entrance, lapping at the pool of slick there before thrusting his tongue inside. With his other hand, he began to massage your clit with his thumb, the rough pad creating delicious friction over your sensitive skin.

Fuck, you could feel your orgasm building already, a coil of heat making your whole body tense and shake, unable to escape his pleasurable assault with his heavy arm holding you down.

“Taste so sweet,” he murmured against you, kitten licking your clit to make you twitch and gasp. He pulled back and spit on your pussy, gliding two fingers through your lips before easing one inside your drooling entrance. “Good girl, can you take another? I know you can—thaaaat’s it, love. Little pussy sucking me right in, so perfect for me.” He was speaking directly against your clit, the movement of his lips and flick of his tongue making your mind go fuzzy, your body ratcheting closer to release by the second.

He curled his fingers inside you, his lips finally sealing to your clit again, and you keened. Sensing you were close, he increased his pace, ruthlessly dragging you to the very edge.

“God, Bill—shit, I'm gonna come!” You cried, your fingers threading through his in an attempt to hang on while he sent you to orbit.

With a final flutter of his fingers against that spongy spot inside of you, you broke, a burst of dizzying pleasure making your eyes roll back, your body convulse in his hold as your orgasm tore through you.

“That's one,” he purred, only slowing for a moment so you could take a full breath before he ramped up his movements again, adding a third finger to your sloppy channel.

“Fuck, I can't—” you whined, tears squeezing from the corners of your eyes as your body was wound tight once again, helpless as a ballerina in a music box.

“You can. You will,” he ordered, his tone making your pussy clench around his fingers. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? You've got me now, darling."

“Bill, I—” you screamed as he bit down on your clit, sending you directly back over the edge again, your first orgasm not even fully dissipated before the second one slammed into you, faster and stronger, white hot. Like he'd forced it out of you with his expert touch and tongue.

“That's two. Well done, my love,” he cooed, soothing the bite with his tongue and gently removing his fingers.

You were in a daze, trembling and liquified, practically boneless in the chair. You'd never come so hard on your life.

“Ah-ah,” he chastised, reaching up to pat your cheek with his wet fingers before feeding them into your open mouth. “Not done with you yet.”

You sucked your release off his digits, mindless and happy to do whatever he wanted, so long as he keeps touching you like that.

He withdrew his fingers and lowered his head between your legs again, dragging his tongue through your sensitive folds, smiling when you shivered. With slow, unhurried strokes, he cleaned up the mess he'd made of you, making wide circles around your clit to apply less direct pressure and avoid overstimulating you.

“I could stay here forever,” he groaned, the vibration making you gasp. “Give me one more, yeah? Please? Let me be the one that takes you there.”

It was surreal, being completely at his mercy, yet he's the one begging you to let him make you come again. He'd rendered you completely brainless, and still wanted to give you more.

And you still had barely gotten to touch him.

It was the most delicious torture, the most exquisite suffering, and you knew you were so royally fucked.

There was no going back from this.

“Wanna touch you,” you whimpered, too far gone to do anything but squirm.

“Not yet, I told you how this was going to go. One more, then you’re getting some rest.” He hiked your leg over his shoulder, nuzzling against your pussy. “You don't want to be exhausted at work tomorrow, do you?”

You shook your head, having forgotten completely about anything that wasn't Bill Weasley and his magic fucking tongue.

“Good girl. Now relax and let me work.” He lifted you up slightly, angling you directly towards his mouth, and he resumed feasting, taking big, messy licks and sucks of your cunt, the sounds lewd and unabashed, and you fucking loved it.

You did as your were told and relaxed your muscles, sinking deeper into the chair with your legs in the air. You'd submitted to him already, but this was a a true surrender, passing your entire self, body and soul into his hands. Trusting that he would take care of every part of you.

“That's it, just like that,” he praised, kissing your sticky thighs before returning to suckle your clit, making your body hum back to life, pleasure beginning to mount once more.

You moaned his name, nails biting into the leather as he brought you higher and higher, his languid, self-indulgent movements making your head spin.

Feeling your body start to tremble, he flicked his tongue out, just the tip tickling against your hyper-sensitive bud, and you rolled over the edge, simmering, honeyed pleasure spilling through you as you came a third time. It wasn't a harsh, debilitating orgasm, but a blissful release of endorphins that brought tears to your eyes, your muscles and bones unraveling down to the cellular level.

“And there's three,” he said, placing a final, tender kiss to your clit before righting your panties and pulling your dress down.

You were completely blissed out, in your own world as he tugged you off of the chair and into his lap, pressing feather-light kisses up your neck and jaw.

“Come back to me, baby. Let me see those pretty eyes so I know you're alright,” he murmured against your cheek, his hands absently massaging your thighs and hips to guide you back into your body.

You blinked your eyes open, turning to press a kiss to his scarred cheek, your chest warm with affection.

“There she is.” He smiled, catching your lips in a soft, sipping kiss. “Okay, love?” He asked, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Yeah,” you said, breathless. “That was—I’ve never—”

“You were amazing. And if you didn’t look ready to pass out, I would be taking number four and five.” He helped you sit up, fixing your hair and wiping away a streak of mascara with his thumb.

“Not possible,” you giggled, reaching up to brush the hair from his eyes, your hand moving down to cup his scarred cheek. “As talented as you are, there's no way I could come again.”

He smirked, leaning into your palm. “I guess we'll have to find out. C’mon, let’s get you home.” He helped you to your feet, your knees a little wobbly, collected your things, and led you back out to the Floo Station.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You asked, taking your things from his arms.

“For a bit, but I leave tomorrow afternoon for Cairo, remember?” He looked genuinely apologetic for having to leave, and your heart deflated a bit, disappointed that you wouldn’t see him for a week, maybe more.

“Right, Cairo,” you said, trying to hide how you felt.

“Hey.” He reached out to wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you back into his chest. “If it wasn’t so dangerous, I’d take you with me. But I can’t risk something happening to you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Plus I need a capable curse-breaker to manage things here.”

“I know, I know,” you sighed, nosing into his neck and breathing him in.

He held you quietly for another moment, his hand trailing up and down your spine before you finally pulled back, yawning.

“Go on, I’ll see you in the morning.” He caught your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “Goodnight, love.”

You stepped into the station and grabbed a handful of the floo powder. “G’night,” you said with a sleepy smile, and cast the spell to transport you home.

Though, you realized with a nervous pang, it felt like you were doing the opposite.

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Astrology Observations Pt.7

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DISCLAIMER: These are just my personal observations and are meant for entertainment purposes only; it may not resonate with everyone due to the nuances of astrology. Please respect my work and avoid copying or stealing it. Enjoy reading!! 🧚‍♀️🩷💐

🧚‍♀️ Every Aries/Scorpio placement I've known has weak eyesight and most definitely wears glasses 😂

🧚‍♀️ Speaking of Martian (aries and scorpio) placements, it’s so hard to NOT notice these people. They always grab people’s attention whenever they go lmao. The attention could be either good or bad but whatever it is people will always turn their heads whenever these baddies walk in!!

🧚‍♀️ Mercury at 11 or 23 degrees (Aquarius degrees) are often such unique and witty people. The type of people who wear two different colored socks lmao or just do stuff out of the norm😭, they are also very good at comebacks and have such a refreshing sene of humour

🧚‍♀️ Venus in the 3rd house in synastry could indicate going on short drives together, especially on a bike🤭

🧚‍♀️ Something I’ve noticed about venus square ascendant or venus square venus synastry is that it could potentially be one sided. Yes, there could be physical attraction BUT mutual love is usually not there. They are better off as friends tbh!

🧚‍♀️ Uranus in the 12th housers usually have no problem staying up late, either they’re texting people or playing games or watching videos. Either way they always end up sleeping super late or just have a very erratic and messy sleep schedule

🧚‍♀️ People talk about how Scorpios are so jealous and possessive about the people they like but have you seen a VIRGO? They’re the real winners for being super jealous and possessive . It could be over their friends, someone they’re dating or just people they’re really fond of!

🧚‍♀️ Pisces/Neptune in the 2nd or 3rd house can really benefit from listening to subliminals!

🧚‍♀️ 29° is not only a fame placement but also causes a lot of anxiety because it represents endings or transitions. The 29th degree is known as the "anaretic degree," a term derived from the Greek word "anareta," meaning "destroyer" or "bringer of endings." This degree marks the final and most intense degree of a sign, signifying the culmination of the sign’s energy. It leads to both high potential for significant events, such as fame, and heightened anxiety. The pressure to fulfill the sign's lessons before transitioning to the next creates a sense of urgency, sensitivity, and sometimes instability, contributing to stress and anxiety.

🧚‍♀️ I’ve noticed that this generation's pisces mars placements (especially men) are extremely defensive and aggressive for no reason. It makes sense because their Mars squares Pluto (Sagittarius)

🧚‍♀️ I had a question for y'all - Do you guys sometimes resonate WAY more with the planet person's description than the house person's? To some extent, everyone can resonate with both descriptions, but from what I’ve encountered, I sometimes don’t resonate AT ALL with the house person’s description despite being the house person. I experienced Venus in the 12th house synastry, and I was the house person, but let me tell you, I seemed a lot more invested in the person than they were with me 😭💀 and I resonated so DEEPLY with the planet person’s description. This has happened to me with 8th house moon synastry too, so I don’t know if this experience only occurs when there is water house synastry involved , but do let me know your experience!

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[robo-writing]

NSFW Alphabet - Bi-Han Edition

Pairing: Bi-Han/Reader Authors Note: I look at this man and I can’t decide if I want him to choke me with his biceps or put him on his knees and make him call me mommy 🫠

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Bi-Han becomes extremely tender after sex, almost as if he’s a different person. When it’s just you two, bodies intertwined beneath the sheets, your head resting on his chest as you both slowly catch your breath, he can’t find it in himself to deny your beauty.

Your favorite moments are these, when the room is quiet save for the sound of the night and the rumble in his chest, when nothing matters except for you and Bi-Han. You live for these moments, revel in the way he softly strokes your hair and leaves kisses at your temple, the faintest smile gracing his normally stoic features.

The responsibility of Grandmaster is a tiring one, what you would give to be spoiled like this every day, to wake up and know that your boyfriend is waiting for you each morning, but perhaps that’s selfish to think about. For now, you can rest easy knowing that if nothing else, you can indulge in Bi-Han’s embrace now.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bi-Han would be a liar if he said the sight of your ass in a nice pair of pants didn’t draw his attention. He sometimes thinks you do it on purpose, the way your hips sway when you walk past, enticing not only him but any man who becomes witness to your antics. It’s a point of pride to know that all they can do is watch and imagine while he is the only one in the world allowed to touch you, but it doesn’t still the jealousy within him when he knows the sight of you is enough to bring the attention of others. Perhaps he’ll teach you a lesson once he’s finished with his duties.

As for himself, it’s his hands. Hands that were trained for battle, hands that were trained to kill, he is very proud of his abilities. Recently his pride has been inflated when you mentioned you like his hands, not for their skill but for their size. Large enough to hold your close, or to press you further into the mattress.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Possibly his most favorite feeling in the world is being able to cum inside you, watch the mess that slides from between your folds and onto the bed in a messy puddle. The sight of you fucked out and delirious, his own seed staining the sheets is enough to drive him mad. More often than not it inspires him to fuck you harder.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly loves that you’re feisty, that you give him a hard time and you’re quick to disagree with him. He grew up as the first born son and because of that he’s been surrounded by those who simply take his words at face value. It’s led to a very boring life, but then you steamrolled through it, stubborn thing that you are; You don’t hesitate to talk back, make it a point of interest to call him out when he’s being an asshole, and in his eyes it only makes him love you even more. He hates the idea of a partner who just listens to him like the other Lin Kuei do, so your attitude is very refreshing.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Bi-Han’s had sex before, but solely for the pleasure of it, not because of any romantic inclination. In his mind he needed to fulfill an urge, and once he had his fill the lady of his choice would leave; a purely transactional exchange. 

That being said, he is at the very least grateful for his previous encounters as they allow him to use what he’s learned on you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) 

It depends on his mood that night. If he’s feeling more romantic he’ll take his time with some missionary, letting every last inch of him sink into your needy cunt, his deep groans loud in your ears. Bi-Han has never been one for mindless praise, so when the only thing that leaves his mouth is pure adoration you know in your heart he means every word.

However, if you’ve been acting like a brat? He’s teaching you a lesson, a master of discipline as the Lin Kuei’s Grandmaster. Face down, ass up, back arched, and it’s going to stay that way until he’s certain you’ve learned your lesson or until your legs give out, to which he’ll drape himself over you and fuck you until it hurts to breathe.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

While he might be more relaxed when it’s just the two of you, he is definitely not making jokes during sex, it’s almost scary how serious he is about your pleasure. He doesn’t understand the need for comedy with such an intimate affair and he might even take offense.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) 

He is extremely groomed, from his face to his pubes. He has a regular grooming schedule and it’s a common sight to see him in the bathroom with a razor in hand. 

“Bi-Han?” You call out sleepily, unaware of your husband’s whereabouts.

A hum, and a quiet “In here.” Is enough to give you an idea. Your feet slowly paddled across the floor, and in the bathroom you see him slowly going over his face with a razor.

You enjoy the moment for what it is before speaking. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with facial hair.”

“It is easier to wear a mask without hair in the way,” he says bluntly. You agree with him, but can’t help but tease him a bit more.

“If it matters, I think you’d look good with a beard.”

His hands stop just for a second before moving again, the faintest smile on his lips. “I will keep that in mind.”

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You wouldn’t expect it, but he is surprisingly romantic during the deed. Sex is a private occasion, unlike what happens outside your bedroom Bi-Han allows himself to be vulnerable, to let his emotions run rampant. It often results in a very intimate affair where he can finally express himself to you without any fear of judgement, where he can kiss you to his hearts content and admire your beauty up close without the weight of Grandmaster on his shoulders.

If you told anyone they’d have a hard time believing it, but Grandmaster Bi-Han is secretly a softy, at least where you’re concerned. Even if he seems standoffish in public, you know better.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you two were dating he would find himself dreaming of you in various compromising positions to the point that he felt angry at both himself for indulging in those thoughts, and you for occupying them.

There would always be a pang of guilt that ran through him knowing that he just touched himself to the thought of you, but he truly couldn’t help himself—you were just too much of a distraction.

After you two become a couple he’s become far more accepting of his needs, but even so he’d prefer you were there to assist him, so he can wait for a while.

The entire day has been trying, from morning to night Bi-Han hasn’t had a moments peace, not as long as you were around.

He thinks maybe you are a witch, that you’ve casted some kind of spell on him, a vile magic that makes his heart beat faster and his tongue turn to lead. Racing thoughts of you and only you.

Your words, your touch, your body���it’s enough to distract him, and nothing distracts him.

The entire day is trying, so when he falls to the bed and thinks of you again, his hands immediately falls towards his cock to rectify the issue.

He curses his weakness, his shirt sandwiched between his teeth, a feeble attempt to stifle his moans. He curses you in the same breath, you and your haunting figure. Faster and faster does his hand move against his hard cock, until his racing mind is filled with thoughts of you milking him for all he’s worth.

Before he’s awash with pleasure, trembling with satisfaction, the last thing he curses is himself for being too cowardly to admit his desire for you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding: He wants kids, he wants you to know he wants kids, and he wants you to know how good you would look with a belly full of them. Even if you’re not ready for kids or you’re taking birth control it’s not going to stop him from coming inside you, his idea of aftercare is running two fingers between your dripping cunt, stuffing you full of them and kissing your tears away.

“I know you’re sensitive dear, but it’s necessary, we need to make sure not to waste a single drop.”

Brat taming: If you’re a brat, enjoy yourself. He loves your attitude but when you push him too far he won’t hesitate to force you on your knees and remind you exactly who’s in charge in this relationship.

“It would have been easier for you to admit your need,” he groans, his heavy cock slapping against your open mouth, the taste of salt on your tongue. “But you had to make this difficult. Perhaps I’ve been too lenient with you.”

Marking: he’s more conservative about marks on himself but on you it’s free real estate. His favorite ones are the scratches you leave on his back.

You’ve fallen asleep minutes ago, but Bi-Han is still awake, stretching his back and reveling in the familiar ache that stings his skin. Your nails are sure to leave a mark, a trophy he’ll admire in the mirror when he gets dressed tomorrow.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom mainly. You’d have to really rile him up to convince him to fuck you in public, and even then it’s a risky affair. He enjoys when you moan for him, but times like this call for stealth, something you lack when you’re being fucked.

His solution for this is gagging you. His fingers get the job done, or he’ll muffle your lips with his own.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You pretending as if you don’t know the effect you have on him, when you brush against him in public, when you bend over just a bit too much to be innocent. The front is amusing, but what’s more amusing is how easily it crumbles apart when you’re put on your knees.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing you with anyone else, you’re his and his only. He also wouldn’t draw blood on you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Preference in receiving rather than giving, but when his thoughts get too loud and he needs a moment of peace and quiet the first place he’ll settle is between your legs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough, possessive even—long, deep strokes that punch the air out of your lungs and make you see stars. He wants the world to know who you belong to, which is evident from the amount of hickeys and bruises left on your person after the fact. If you leave some on him he won’t mind, even if he is technically supposed to hide them it’s unsurprising to see the faintest little purple mark peeking out beneath his collar, a not-so-subtle reminder.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t like them, flat out. He knows a quickie is not enough to satisfy his appetite of you, he’d sooner wait until he’s certain neither of you have any prior obligations to devour you as he sees fit.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Surprisingly open to experimentation. It’s almost like training in his mind, a game of figuring out what makes you tick, what makes you see stars and cry out for him. Needless to say he’s very proficient at this game.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) 

God bless that Lin Kuei training; hours, although he is aware of your own limits and will gladly let you take a break should you need one. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like you would have to own them yourself or you would have to introduce them to him. He might take offense to the idea of having anything that isn’t him bring you pleasure but you showed him the joys of using one and now he’s more open to the idea.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he’s fucking evil, for such a stoic man you would never expect it but he gets off to seeing you wanting him, needing him. There’s always a plan brewing in that head of his.

Remember when I said you introduced him to the idea of toys in the bedroom? He may or may not force you to sit on a vibrator when you’re being bratty as a form of punishment while he leaves you tied to the bed. Only when he’s certain you’ve learned your lesson will he turn it off, but by then you’re a shaky, sweaty pile of your former self. Be careful what you wish for.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Groaner, deep growls in an even deeper tone, you can feel the rumble of him in his chest like an engine. He gets so breathy when he’s close too, it’s a sight to behold.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Secretly wants to be dominated, but will never say it out loud, you’ve got to figure that out yourself. When you finally do don’t expect him to make it easy for you either, he’ll fight you on every command and order until you either tie him down or gag him (He actually enjoys the thrill of the fight, he’s kind of a brat in that way.)

“I never thought the Grandmaster would enjoy being so exposed,” you giggle, admiring how the crimson rope compliments his skin, nearly the same shade as the blush that runs from his face down to his neck.

He tugs at his restraints, once, twice, before groaning at the feeling of your hands around his cock. It’s far too slow for his taste, he needs more and you know it, his head falling back when you squeeze his shaft and watch enamored as pre-cum dribbles down your fingers.

“Damn you,” he says, groaning when you respond with another firm grip. He takes a shuddering breath, cursing your name, and then begging for more in the same breath. All bark and no bite.

“You sure look like you’re enjoying yourself,” you muse, swiping your thumb against his leaking slit. “Look at that, making a mess of yourself.”

There’s a feral edge to the smile on his face, enjoying this little game. “These bonds cannot hold me for long. You know that, don’t you?”

Your eyebrow raises at that. “Course I do. But you’re not going to leave, are you Bi-Han?”

The air is filled with tension, and with his silence you have your answer, your hand moving faster as his hips desperately try to meet your rhythm.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

6.3 inches, circumsized, veiny at the base. My man is THICK, it’s heavy when you hold it in your hands and almost makes you wonder how he can walk straight, and his tip turns a pretty shade of rose when he’s aroused, reaching down to his shaft as if his cock is blushing. That thing should be registered as a weapon.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

If he could he’d have you pressed into the bed all day, but responsibilities come first. He can deceive you with how much self control he has but trust and believe he is almost always ready to go.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

Not quick at all, he revels in taking his time with you and refuses to sleep until he knows you’re taken care of. It’s a rule of his to watch you and make sure you’re safe before he succumbs himself, he’ll say it’s because of his life as an assassin but in reality he just enjoys seeing your blissful state.

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[jpitha]

Allergies

This is a rewrite of one of my oldest shorts. As a writer - especially one who posts online - never worry about redoing some old work and posting the new one. Artists often will show their old work against their new right? No reason writers can't do the same either. Be proud of all your work, but feel free to show your improvement too!

The small station was in a popular shipping lane, so it had high amounts of traffic. Even though the humans had brought their wormhole generator drives, many people were still used to using the Gate system. Retrofitting every starship would be too costly, take too much time, and (some worried) would shift the power balance towards the humans too much. One didn't have to be human to be set in one's ways.

Because of the high amounts of traffic, most of the people on the station worked in the service industry. Providing meals, entertainment, refreshments, repairs and other such things, the population was quite diverse. In their off hours, they mingled and socialized.

Generi stood there awkwardly, still wearing the uniform of the trinket shop he worked in, his tail drooped and his ears low, trying to make sense of it. “Explain allergies to me one more time?”

Meg sniffed and wiped her eyes, but she smiled softly. She was sitting at a table in the resident's lounge. At her feet was a bouquet of flowers “Our bodies have this compound, called histamine. It's released in response to an attack - an internal attack - on our bodies. It's meant to help our bodies expel an invader. You know about itching? I've seen K'laxi do it. It's one of the regulators of our itching response. Mind, you, Histamine does way more than that, but we're talking about allergies right now."

"Wait, what do you mean by attack?" One of his ears perked up. This went from embarrassing to interesting very quckly.

"I know you have bacteria Generi, I also know your bodies digest food for energy. What happens when you get an infection?" Meg said, raising an eyebrow. Her sniffles and tears had subsided now that the bouquet was away from her face.

"Oh, I've never heard it called an 'attack.' Uh, our body temperature lowers, and we go into a kind of torpor. We lay down somewhere safe and stay still. Since the bacteria only can thrive in a narrow range of temperatures our bodies cool until our immune systems can take care of it." Generi puts his paw on the chair opposite Meg and looks at her, questioningly. She nods and he takes a seat.

"Really? Cools? But wouldn't that have put your ancestors at risk for predation- wait you didn't have predators, you were apex in your niche, weren't you?"

"I'm... not really sure. I'm not an anthropologist."

"Me neither, but I think I remember reading something like that. Our bodies are different. They raise their temperature to fight infections. It's more dangerous than your torpor because we can... well, die from it." Meg shrugs. "It doesn't happen too much anymore, but it used to be more of a thing."

"That sounds like a human, yes. In a race between killing your infection and killing yourself." Generi's tail flicks - a grin.

"We're getting off topic." Meg gestures towards the flowers, "in the case of an allergic reaction, our bodies call for histamine to be released when a harmless-" She glanced over and saw Generi's face "Fine, harmless - for us - substance enters our body, but we treat it like an invader."

"And this happens to everyone?" Generi was amazed at this impromptu biology lesson. It certainly seemed like humans were nearly constantly at war with something. Their own bodies, themselves, their neighbors, no wonder they were so good at it.

"No, not everyone, but a lot of people. It's fairly common. Anyway, in some people the body overreacts to the substance and produces histamine which causes the allergic reaction. Sneezing, runny nose, itchy eyes and body, congestion, things like that."

Generi flicked his ears and nodded, combing the two species gestures for assent. "Okay, I understand now. So the flowers...."

"Yes, I'm allergic to Roses." Meg blew her nose.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Generi was despondent. "I read about giving humans flowers as a sign of affection and I...I wanted..."

"Oh, I understand the intent Generi, I'm touched, really!" Meg reached over and patted his paw. She noticed his fur rise just a little bit. "I'm just allergic to Roses. Next time, try a different flower." She stood. "Wherever did you get them?"

"One of the humans over in Little Earth is growing them. He has a whole garden." He voice was filled with wonder.

"I had no idea. I can't believe the station authorities allowed it, some human plants are downright... prolific." Meg stared at Generi for a second. "How about you take me down to see them? I'll take an allergy pill first, and we can look at them together before it's shut down and it has to all go into the incinerator."

"You mean, like a date?" Generi's ears stood straight up, and his fur rippled once.

Meg started to laugh but held it back so as to not hurt his feelings. "Sure, just like a date. It'll be fun."

[criswritessometimes]

it's always been there

contents - friends to not friends to lovers, stages of life, gn reader, cuddling, kissing

author note// ok, this was the piece that was keeping me from posting fanfiction for a while, she's big, but I had so much fun with this one! dividers by @cafekitsune !!

you first ran into charlie in your calculus class in senior year of high school. “hey, is this seat taken?” you asked some boy who had an open seat next to him. “um, no, it’s not.” he stammered looking up at you through his glasses and watched you take a seat. the class started, and your teacher informed the class that a lot of the in-class assignments and each semester-long project were partner-based and that she had your partners picked out for the year already. you rolled your eyes because you wanted to work with your sarah as she came in a few minutes after you and sat behind you. “when i say your name, please raise your hand so you and your partner know each other.” she stated. “(y/n),” you raise your hand, “you’re with charlie for the year.” the kid next to you raises his hand. you internally scream, you didn't want to be stuck with this nerd for the rest of the year. he smiles over at you as you both put your hands down and you smile back politely. the lesson starts talking about graphing as a refresher from over the summer and algebra 2. for the last 15 minutes of class, the teacher lets you start on the project for the semester with your partner. “ok how good at math are you, charlie?” you ask, not wanting to beat around the bush. “pretty decent, i guess.” he answers, scared he’s going to have to do the whole project alone. after a few minutes of discussing your strengths and weaknesses in math, you had a plan for the rest of the semester, “ok, if we divide the project like this,” you show him the paper of topics that were split, “we should have a pretty good shot of getting a 100 on this.” “i'm gonna start on the data collection from the word problems tonight.” this shocked you, “that’s not due until the end of the month.” “yeah, i never said i was going to finish them tonight.” he joked, making you laugh. he liked the sound of your chuckle and wanted to hear it more.

the days turned into weeks as you and charlie slowly became friends. he leaned over to you in class, “hey, did you finish the graph?” “yeah, i threw it in the drive along with the data points.” he gives you a thumbs up as he focuses back on the lesson. the bell rings before you’re allowed to check in time with your partner, so your teacher tells the class to get in contact with them before the next class. you wave bye to charlie as he packs his book and notebook into his backpack. you and sarah leave the room to walk with your friend maxine before walking to the cafeteria. “hey (y/n), are you coming over tonight?” maxine asks. before you’re able to answer, sarah answers for you. “they’re not; they’re going over to charlie’s tonight.” she says in a singsong voice. “charlie? isn't that the kid in your math class? why are you hanging out with him?” maxine asks as you find a seat in the cafeteria. “well, we’re working on the project for mrs. young and both of us are free tonight so i was gonna go over and work on it with him.” you explained to your friends as they looked confused. there’s a silence in the group for a minute before you speak up again, “y’know, he’s actually really funny once you get to know him; he’s just shy.” “yeah, i know, he’s a part of the av club.” sarah sneeres. she and maxine laugh as you get up to join the line to get something to eat. before you know it, lunch is over, and the three of you part ways to your last class of the day. you walk to your history class, which is fairly uneventful, until you get a text from charlie. 

from: charlie to: (y/n) are you still coming over after school?

you feel the buzz and shimmy the phone out of your pocket, texting him under the desk.

from: (y/n) to: charlie yeah, is that still cool if we work on the project tonight?

from: charlie to: (y/n) yeah, of course, my mom was just wondering if you were staying for dinner.

you smile at your phone but quickly put it away before getting caught. with the amount of time you’ve spent with charlie, you’ve become good friends in the few months you’ve known him. you always enjoy his company and are always really excited to see him in class. there was even one time where the two of you hung out outside of sch- “(y/n)? are you with us?” your teacher snaps you out of your trace. you blink to focus on her, “i am, yes ma’am.” “great what’s the answer to number 15 in the book?” she asks, testing you. you scan the book and look for the question. you find it and exhale. looking up in confusion, you answer, “the french?” “correct.” she confirms.

the class ends 10 minutes later, and you scoot out to find charlie. you see him sitting on a bench near the front door and walk up to him. he is working on his laptop when you ask, “ready?” he lights up when he sees you. “yeah!” he puts his laptop in his backpack and throws his bag over his shoulder. “thanks again for driving me home, crushed to the bus.” he laughs at the end. “it’s no problem, thanks for inviting me over. oh also, is it ok if i stay for dinner? I know it’s later than when you originally asked.” you tell him as you make it to your car and put your bags in the backseat, then settle into the car. “oh totally, i’ll just text her to let her know, she loves you.” charlie reassures as he takes his phone out and texts his mom. you smile at the last part. on the way to his house, you catch him up about the happenings in your creative writing club that you co-lead with your friend sarah. he catches you up with drama happening in the av club, which was honestly more than you thought. “wait so evan is dating vincent to get back at becca?” you ask, pulling into his driveway. “yeah because vincent and becca went out on like two dates and make it everyone’s business like last year.” he explained as you parked. “no wait, i thought that was alison and vincent.” you ask, getting out of the car and grabbing your bag. charlie mirrors you, “it was.” “wait so then was vincent seeing alison and becca at the same time?” you clarify as you walk to the front door with him. “the jury’s still out on that one but samson and i got bored one day and made a timeline and things are overlapping.” he implies, unlocking and opening the door for you. you’re stocked; maxine didn’t even have drama as good as this; your jaw drops at charlie’s bombshell. “hey, you’re gonna catch flies if you do that,” the fake concern coming from his tone, “mom!” he yells into the house “(y/n) and i are gonna be in my room working!” the two of you walk into his room. you immediately jump on his bed; that was a boundary that was overcome a while ago. “your bed is so comfy charlie.” you state, lying on your back. “hey, get up, we gotta work.” he says, sitting at his desk and turning his computer on. “i will work,” you prop yourself up on your elbows, “but in a minute.” charlie scoffs at you knowing your procrastination problem. you pull your laptop out, log on to google drive, and just stare at it for a minute. your eyes glance over to charlie, whose back was facing you as he was putting more data points into the main graph for the project. the thoughts you had from your history class were coming back. you smile at him before speaking up, “hey charlie?” he turns to you, “do you wanna keep hanging out after this project is over? i don’t know if mrs. young is gonna assign us new partners, but you've been fun to be around.” he gives you the same smile back, “yeah that’d be super fun.” you can see a faint blush come up his cheeks. the both of you return to your work as you start creating the google slides while charlie finishes the last detailed graph. “hey charlieeee,” you start; he makes a noise to show he’s listening, “have you finished your application for champlain?” you ask. “yeah i submitted it like 3 days ago. why?” he replies. “just curious, it’d be fun to go to the same college.” you sigh, hoping it will happen. charlie and you had conversations about college, as seniors in high school do, and there was some overlap in the schools the two of you were applying to. he was interested in media production, and you were interested in writing and publishing. champlain college had programs for both of you, why not apply? 

you and charlie said yes to champlain college because you both liked the program and the course offering, no other reason, oh and you thought the campus was pretty but no other reason besides those two. “are you there yet?” you complain to him on the phone as you and your parents drive to move in day from your hotel. “uhh i think? are you in hill or lyman? i think i’m at lyman.” he says, you giggle at his confusion. “we’re both in lyman, bozo.” you remind him. “we’re pulling up to hill, just follow us to lyman.” you hang up your phone. you show your parents where charlie’s car is and see him standing outside talking with his parents. you park and roll your window down. “hey stranger.” you greet him with a smile and say hi to his parents as well. charlie’s face lights up when he sees up; he’s just happy the both of you are in this together. “lyman’s down the road, just follow us.” you smile as the car pulls out and drives 3 minutes down the road. as you park, charlie parks right next to you and the both of you get out of your respective cars. you walk over to your trunk to pop it. before you can start unloading, charlie attacks you from the side and engulfs you in a hug. “hi.” you wheeze as all the air gets squeezed out of you. “charlie, i saw you on wednesday.” “don’t care.” he replies, hugging you harder, and you hug back with just as much energy. it was all smiles and good times as the both of you moved it. “oh hey,” he pauses, “we’re three doors down from each other.” he smiles and looks over at you. you have a content smile as you realize that charlie isn’t going anywhere.

as the days turned into weeks, the first semester was going really well for both of you. your roommate was fine, but you found yourself hanging out in charlie’s dorm more and more. his roommate was a part of the hockey club, and between practices and going out, he was never in his room with charlie. this also led to sleepovers you and charlie had; yeah, your dorm was three doors down, but it was so far away. “(y/n) you have class in a few hours, go back to your dorm and go to bed.” charlie would tell you late at night. “if i leave i cannot guarantee i won’t collapse in the hallway from exhaustion.” you were lying on the floor since he didn’t have room for a couch. he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “fine just take jared’s bed then.” “charlie, i don’t know your roommate like that to sleep in his bed.” you tell him, sitting up. he helps you up as you sit in his desk chair and lean against his raised bed frame. “do you wanna share my bed?” he asks nervously. your tired face lights up a little, “oh yay! like a sleepover.” “yeah sure a sleepover.” he agrees. charlie pulls back his covers for you; you climb in, scooting closer to the wall. you pull the covers up, feeling your eyes grow heavier. “gotcha go take a shower and brush my teeth.” charlie whispers and rubs the side of your shoulder. you nod wearily, snuggling into the smell of his sheets and pillow; it smelt like him.

you hear him grab his shower caddy, shut the lights off, and leave his room. it didn’t feel that long before you felt the bed dip and heard him put his glasses on his desk next to him. you start to sit up and move before charlie shushes you. “shhh, it’s just me. go back to sleep, you need rest (y/n).” he said in a gentle and calming voice. you roll over to face him and put your head into his chest to cuddle with him. the action takes him by surprise, and he’s stocked before he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. his head rests on top of yours, and he also falls asleep. these nights would happen more and more throughout the rest of your first year, and sometimes you would still be awake and feel him press a kiss into the crown of your head.

nearing the end of freshman year, charlie and you were still close and wanted to live around each other for the next school year. so, you moved into the same hall; however, you were one floor above him this year. for move-in this year, you and your new roommate, alex, met up and drove alongside each other to the dorms, excited to move in and start the next year. you remember seeing charlie nearing the end of the day; he was still busy moving in, so you decided to meet up with him later. “so how was your summer? i feel like i didn’t see you a lot.” charlie started as he sat on your couch. “it was good, i actually got a job at northern virgina doing editorial passes on their travel stuff so even though i was in town, i was suppppper fuckin’ busy, i should’ve told you instead of falling off the face of the planet.” you explain as you sit and face him on the couch. “i mean i’m a little sad that we didn’t get to hang out, but that’s super exciting! my mom reads northern virginia.” he tells you. “hey! that cool, maybe she saw my name in there, but how was your summer?” you ask. “it was fine, worked, worked on youtube stuff.” he started. the both of you continued to talk and laugh about your summers until your roommate came out of her room and said she was going to bed. charlie took that as his cue and left. you both promised to hang out more during the semester than in the summer; that didn’t seem too hard. 

hanging out wouldn't be that hard since you saw him in a writing for tv elective you both wanted to take the following morning. you see him sitting near the front of the class and walk over to him. “i didn’t know you got into this class, i thought it was full.” you sit next to him. “yeah i didn’t know they let shakespearean nerds in this class.” he shot back. you chuckle at his comment, “ok just because hamlet and twelfth night are two of my favorite plays doesn’t make me a ‘shakespearean nerd’ as you put it.” he giggles at your reply as the professor starts the class. you missed hearing his giggle. as the class picked up, as well as both of your other courses, both of you were at each other's places to work and hang out, so much so that alex asked if you and charlie were dating. “no but dude, do you see the way he looks at you.” she passionately says. “no?” you’re confused, “he’s one of my best friends.” “he looks at you like you hung the fuckin’ the stars and the moon (y/n).” she said. you’re taken aback for a minute. you know you look at him like that, but was he looking at you the same way? spring semester started, and you and charlie were settling into your classes for your majors more. it was sad that you wouldn’t see him in at least one of your lectures, but at least he still lived in your building. however, you were barely in the building since most of your time was spent in the library in the wee hours of the morning writing research papers for a class you wanted to drop but couldn’t. the class was challenging, but you were getting so much out of it. you would scan back into your dorm building at 1 am more regularly and sometimes see charlie in the common area with some of his other friends. he would always look up at you and wave. you would meet him with a tired smile and a small wave back as you headed to your room to sleep for a few hours. 

by the end of sophomore year, you were tired of hearing music until 5 am during finals week. you moved into your own one-bedroom apartment off campus. it was nice having your own space, plus the school’s library was an 8-minute walk away. when summer rolled, around and everyone was moved out, you texted charlie to update him about your place.

from: (y/n) to: charlie hey! i moved out and have my own apartment now!! if you ever need to visit the mountains, or me, in the summer, lmk! i have a couch with your name on it haha

from: charlie to: (y/n) yooo! congrats, that’s awesome! idk what i’m doing this summer but if i’m free, i’ll come see you : )

you smile and put your phone away as you start cooking dinner for the night. for the rest of the summer, you were working in vermont and charlie was busy in virginia with his summer job and youtube channel and was unable to see you in the summer. at the start of junior year, the only classes you took were writing or finishing up your last english courses. you were thrilled to have more friends from your major, and you hosted small dinner parties for those friends. your space was warm and filled with joy. however, part of you was missing charlie. you weren’t sure if you were just holding onto your past, but it just felt off. you heard from a friend of a friend that her new boyfriend, charlie, and she were going camping for the weekend, which is why she couldn’t come to your new writing for the press club you started. the next meeting you held, her phone went off and you side-eyed her phone when you saw someone that looked like charlie on her lockscreen; it was him. guess charlie had a girlfriend now. between your schedules and how much of yourself you were dedicated to the new club and your studies, you and charlie seemed to miss each other for the rest of the year.

for your last summer in vermont, you stayed at your apartment. you got an internship for another magazine company in food reviews that lasted until the winter holiday. charlie had told you about his youtube videos, and you watched them occasionally. he was still as funny as he was in senior year of high school, making you laugh so hard you fell off his bed. charlie would apologize and help you get up when your side crashed into his floor. you promised him that you were ok, but that didn’t stop him from getting an ice pack and holding it against your arm for 20 minutes. you smiled into your screen at the memory and took a break from your work to check on his channel. your senior year went by, and you and charlie didn’t see or hear from each other the whole time. you knew he was busy with youtube and his capstone project, and you were just as busy managing your club and working on your capstone project. during graduation, you hear his laugh and look to your left, and his eyes catch yours. your eyes locked, but neither of you made a move. you offered him a soft smile as a form of goodbye and thank you for your friendship over the last few years. he gave you a smile back, wanting to run to you and make up for the past three years of seeing you less and less and finally kiss you. until he lost his chance as you and your mom walked with your dad to dinner.

after a few jobs in vermont and one in new york, you were finally where you wanted to be. writing for the los angeles times and living in california. you had already made friends out here and moved in with one of your friends from champlain from your writing club, dillion. you felt so free as if the pieces were finally falling into place. you were working on an article about a movie that just came out when you got a text on your phone.

from: (213) 555- 8763 to: (y/n) oh my god! (y/n) i saw your name on the l.a. times! that’s insane!!

you look at your phone in confusion as you don’t recognize the number. flipping your phone over, you decide you’ll deal with this when you get home. you continue working for the day, leaving around 5. you drive back home, and the traffic isn't too terrible. it wasn't great, though; it's Los Angeles.

from: (y/n) to: (213) 555- 8763 thanks! sorry, who is this? i don’t have your number on my phone

the text was immediately read.

from: (213) 555- 8763 to: (y/n) it’s charlie from high school and champlain, i know we haven’t spoken in a few years but i still had your number, in my phone and wanted to congratulate you.

from: (y/n) to: charlie charlie!! why didn’t you say so! my god, i’ve missed talking to you. sorry, i deleted your number from my phone lol

from: charlie to: (y/n) it’s no problem, again i know it’s been a few years. i know this is weird but i’m going to a party tonight with some friends and i was wondering if you wanna come with? again, i know this is really weird, but i really wanna see you

you blush at the last few words. he wanted to see you? you?? didn't he have a girlfriend? it had been harder to keep up with him on youtube and social media as your job took up more of your time. you quickly text him back that you would love to join him. charlie asked for your address so he could meet up with you and travel with you. it turns out the party was a 15 minute walk from your apartment. he says he’ll be over by 8, which gives you plenty of time to eat dinner and get ready. you look in the mirror one last time before you leave, messing with your hair a little. there’s a knock on the door, and you look at your watch. 8 on the dot. you exhale, calming yourself before opening the door. it’s charlie, its really him. his eyes light up when he sees you, and a wide smile grew on your face. before you can even say hi, he flings himself into you, pulling you into a deep and tight hug. you hug him back like you did during freshman move-in. “hi.” you croak out. he pulls away, but you can tell he wants to linger. “hi, sorry, i’m just really excited to see you again.” he explains as you step outside and lock your door. “I’m really happy to see you too charlie.” you smile at him, unable to think of the works to tell him how grateful you are to see him. 

the two of you walk and chat, it’s like no time has passed. you can understand each other’s humor well and quip back and forth. once or twice on the walk over, you were laughing so hard you had to take a breather to catch your breath, and once you did, just looking at charlie, you started laughing manically again. there's a brief moment before you arrive at the party, "wait, what happened between you and sadie?" you asked. "oh we dated for like 10 months then i found out she was cheating on me with some random fuck." he told you. you frown at this statement, "i'm sorry charlie." "its alright i was too distracted in that relationship anyways." he says. your head tilts in confusion, but right as you're about to ask more about that, his friends are calling him, and by extension, you, into the circle they've created.

as you walk up to the group, you see the lights inside flashing and hear the bass booming; you’ve been to a few house parties, so that shouldn’t be a big deal. charlie introduces you to a few of his friends before everyone goes in. the lights are much brighter than you thought, and the bass is booming more than you thought. you really tried to be in the moment with charlie and his friends, you just got him back in your life, why would you leave? charlie begins to notice that you’re starting to become more overwhelmed as the minutes pass and only give a polite laugh or a few-word answer to the group when he knows you would joke or go on tangents given the chance.  all you could really focus on was trying not to get too overstimulated. you feel a tap on the back of your hand; you look down to see charlie’s hand, then back up at him and meet his eyes. he leans into your ear so you can hear him and says, “i’m going to the kitchen to get some water, do you wanna come?” he pulls away to see you nodding your head. he takes your hand in his and leads the both of you to the kitchen. the house was so densely packed that your chest was just about touching his back. he pulls a door open for you and pushes you in so other people won't see the door open and join you. “how’d you know where the kitchen was?” you ask, leaning against the countertop. “i’ve been here before, it’s a friends house.” he grabs two glasses and fills them with tap water then hands you one. you take it, slowly sipping on it. “you alright?” he leans in closer, rubbing your arm up and down. “yeah i think, just when a while since i’ve been to a house party, not super used to the bass in my chest yet.” you chuckle at the last part. “well,” he sits his glass down, “we can hang out in here as long as youd like.” you smile at the offer, “i really appreciate it charlie but i don’t want to keep you from hanging out with your friends.” “i wanna hang out with you tonight. i see those guys like 3 times a month. last time i saw you was at graduation and i never thought i would see you again.” he confesses. you're stuck in your spot and can’t form words as he looks at you with fear creeping into his eyes that he misspoke. “please says something.” he whispers. you put your glass down and reach for the side of his neck as you lean in to kiss him. charlie relaxes his arms wrap around you, keeping you close. your other hand comes up to hold his cheek. you pull away, and both of you are left breathless, and your cheeks turn pink. “better then kissing the top of me head during sleepovers freshman year?” you tease. his eyes widened, “oh my god, you remember that?”

[tmrwsuns]

(𐙚⋆.˚) what dating the xikers members feels like

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ [ot10 x reader] ...୨♡୧... wc. 1.4k w. curse words fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

ᯓ dating minjae feels like a hug to the soul. it is being taken care of unconditionally, being pampered and always lifted up. it is encouraging words and boosts of confidence. unlimited support and positive energy towards whatever it is that you want to do. its having someone who is mature enough to be there in the hard times and silly enough to make those better. its being part of a family, coming home to someone who will receive you with open arms.

ᯓ dating junmin feels like a warm drink on a cold day. its having someone that will be unconditionally on your side. its being understood and cared for like never before. its walking around hand in hand while you talk about silly things. its always knowing youre a priority. its loud laughs and silly tantrums. its dance lessons where you fail miserably. its random little things that reminded him of you from his travels. its being comfortable and taken care of.

ᯓ dating sumin feels like being seen. sumin is the impersonation of the phrase “being loved is being known”. it is having paintings of you all around his studio. its late night drives with blasting music and loud screaming along with the lyrics. its having someone that will pay attention to every little detail of you and keep those seared in his mind forever. its never having to worry about being bored because you always have someone to be crazy with. 

ᯓ dating jinsik feels like laying on a field of flowers on a hot day. its refreshing and beautiful. its being appreciated like you’ve never been before. its never doubting your worth. its constantly being showered in praise. its cradling each others faces. its silly gestures made at each other from across the room. its being each others support system. its feeling lucky every time you're around each other. its knowing you're always the person he looks for in a room.

ᯓ dating hyunwoo feels like finding your best friend. its long yapping sessions about anything and everything. its “dont cry because ill cry”s. its endless fun and peace at the same time. its having someone who will always be there to humble you but also always there to lift you up. its late nights sitting on a rooftop talking about your wildest dreams. its being seen even when not understood.  its having the most loyal partner you could desire.

ᯓ dating junhoon feels like unmatchable peace. its laying on the couch reading in comfortable silence. its not having to be loud to have fun. its never doubting his love because his actions talk more than a million words. its feeling unique and fortunate to be the one he lets himself shine to. its laughing at his stoic expressions. its ranting to someone who really listens. its seeing his small smiles whenever you walk into a room.  its knowing that every moment is special.

ᯓ dating seeun feels like laughs hid behind eyerolls. its having someone that completely matches your freak. its humbling his ego even when you know hes right. its his clothes covering you whole. its being able to completely let yourself go. its laughs that lead to tears and tears that lead to the warmest hugs. its being teased and watching the love in his eyes whenever he speaks. its being always defended through absolutely anything. its “hey, only i can say that”s. its never having a dull moment.

ᯓ dating yujun feels like hugging the sun. its warmth on your chest. its loud laughs and the brightest smiles. its drawing with chalk on your sidewalk. its running up a hill to have a picnic in the sunlight. its being pampered and taken care of. its sharing snacks and bragging about the fact that he only shares with you. its getting to see him be truly himself when with you. its fawning over his smile and making him shy. its having someone who will always be by your side. its feeling the warmth of the sun just enough to not burn. its watching movies while cuddled up. its having a yapping partner and someone who will always listen to you.  its getting to be the one who receives the prettiest smiles. its being supported and loved unconditionally.

ᯓ dating hunter feels like a door being opened for you. its being the most important person in his life. its late night convenience store runs. its piggy back rides whenever your feet hurt. its feeling his body completely engulf you when he hugs you. its giggles after hand size comparisons. its kisses on the back of your hand. its being treated like a princess at every given moment. its knowing you have someone who will always support you. its late night talks. its hearing the story about when he fell in love with you every sleepless night. 

ᯓ dating yechan is knowing you have found your forever. its staying up all night playing video games. its laughing while being chased around the house. its doing the thing where you're on opposite sides of the table waiting to see who runs first. its shy touches and experimentation. its being each others first choice in everything. its having someone youre always comfortable with. its teaming up against other people. its being shown off everywhere. its being felt proud of.

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[saumya-us]

[valentine-cafe]

Neck kisses bestowed upon any of the vampires you think would have interesting reactions, turn the tables on them ( ・∇・)

. ˚◞♡ Reader that gives neck kisses to their vampire s/o's◞ ₊˚

𖹭. a selection of the vampires from out vampire au /gn reader

‧꒰ character sheet . legendarium . prompt page ꒱‧

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ XUĚLÍNG꒱ Would be most pleased at the feeling of your neck kisses. he’s used to them, yes. but you, you know how to catch him off guard. drawing sweet gasps from him, leaving him melting and slinking into your arms. lips parted and eyes fluttering.

oh the times he has ripped his nails through your skin at the feel of your warmer lips against his cold skin. it sends tingles down his spine.

pin him against the table, he begs for you to do so often. but you never do, and it drives him crazy.

vampire prince x reader, prostitute x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ JÙN LÁI ꒱ it started as soft neck kisses that ever so slowly began turning more and more frenzied. he had been preparing for his next lesson and you. his secret little lover, had decided to come refresh him a bit.

he freezes for a moment, breath hitching. oh the sound of his breath hitching. a rare but ever so delightful sound. shivers running down his cold skin. your warmth is too much for his senses.

what other thing can he do but swing you over and pin you onto his desk while leaving behind heated kisses down your neck.

you’re too kind.

vampire prince x reader, professor x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ TALISEN ꒱ would go crazy. leaning his neck back to give you as much access to his neck as you want. heavy panting and groaning from each and every kiss to render you flustered.

his arms wrap around you so tightly. pulling you closer to him, while a hand snakes up to the back of your head and helps guide your lips around his skin. he often fantasizes about when your plush skin will be against his next time?

it truly is something he cannot get enough of. he has replicated you multiple times, but they’re illusions of you. they’re not you. it isn’t ever the same

he needs your lips.

vampire prince x reader, poet x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN 1311 ꒱ would react with a throat gone dry. hunger rushing through him. the feel of your lips on his neck would remind him of how it feels to have someone feast on you. it’s tempting to tell you to bite down on his neck.

feel you drink from his blood. initiate in the sacred intimate ritual of sharing red crimson between lovers. how he’d love to see your mouth dripping with his essence.

but, you are no vampire. he could fix such problem quick— but then again. . . it’d ruin the fun for now.

it does not stop him from turning around to take a quick sips of you, when you have finished kissing and worshipping his skin.

vampire prince x reader, assassin x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ MÙCHÉN ꒱ flattered at your gesture and with no hesitation pulls you onto his lap to sit and continue. leaning his head back while chuckles rumble through him. vibrating against your lips. with a deep breath, you feel yourself shifted and pressed up against a chair.

not so that he could take over — it seems the king enjoys feeling your lips from different positions. the way you crane your neck. lean forward, bend down. tug him to your height. he can’t get enough of it.

he wants to feel your lips from every angle and position he possibly can get you into as you kiss his neck. the most flustering one must’ve been when he urged you to get up on him from behind and kiss the back of his neck.

The first vampire x reader, Vampire king x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ARISTAIOS ꒱ barely allows you to get a kiss or two in on his neck. hungry to please you instead. he flips you over and trails his lips down your neck. licking long streaks across the delicate, warm skin.

his little human plaything, is what he calls you.

you know he means different. he simply calls you such names out of shame. a vampire, falling for a human? what scandal.

and yet he cannot let you go. not without giving you a bit of pleasure. sure he could take your devotion and worship. but, he was always more of a giver with his lovers than one who takes. . .

when they behave, that is.

vampire king x reader