#ah well. I feel like this year has just been a year of unrelenting whining

[whentherewerebicycles]

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[sweet-dreamins]

i would like to talk about dilf! kyoutani today

he's on the younger side of dilfs but still 5 years older than u, long story short there was an unplanned pregnancy and his baby mama dipped </3

since then he's been a single dad, and a great one at that. while some ppl think otherwise, because of his full sleeves and piercings littered across his skin, he loves his kid so so much and takes care of her so well

when u meet him, he's totally upfront about his daughter, when he talks about her the smile that sneaks onto his face is precious. he softens, you can see it in his eyes that he would do anything for her. at first glance, you would never think this man had a soft side

silver rings adorning his scarred and rough hands. at least four piercings on each ear, his right ear usually has a chain dangling from his fav ear cuff. he sticks to darker tones in his clothes.

(but u can see the little hints of his new soft side peaking through. don't even get me started on his baby bag in disguise)

as you two go on more dates, he gets comfier and is keen on flustering you, the way his voice gets lower and more gravelly when he starts teasing you

"c'mon doll, you expect me to believe that?"

"stop it! i'm telling the truth, i-i've never squirted before..."

"hm...well we're gonna have to change that aren't we?"

blush emoji blush emoji

he talks a lot of big game for someone with such a fat cock about how good he is in bed

and oh my lanta, he does not disappoint

he takes his time to stretch you out on his fingers, rings now gleaming with your slick, leaving you already floating before his cock is anywhere near you

cw: fem!reader, daddy kink, squirting, spit, creampie, one pussy slap

“You ready to take me, baby?”

All you can muster is a whiny and breathless, I think so daddy, pulling a smile from him as he takes in your already dazed state. He lines himself up with your entrance, sinking into you slowly and carefully. Strong arms caging you in, as he leans down to kiss you firmly, distracting you from the slight pain. His silver chain pooling on your chest, sending goosebumps all over your body, the coldness causing your nipples to harden even more.

His fat cock deliciously brushes against every ridge of your walls, you’re certain you can even feel the veins on his shaft. He pulls nearly all the way, then slams back in, carefully watching your face. Jaw dropping open, eyes screwed shut, as a sinful whine escapes your lips. He sets a ruthless pace, determined to get you to squirt tonight as soon as possible.

He pins your thighs to your chest, now reaching even deeper and hitting the special spot inside of you. Keeping your thighs squished against you with one arm, he reaches down to play with your clit. Rubbing fierce circles into the sensitive nub with his veiny hands, pleasure building faster and faster.

“Ah! Waitwaitwait, ’s too much! Daddy, it’s too mu-uch I can’t-” He cuts you off with a slap to your pussy. The sudden pain swirling together with the unbelievable pleasure building only pushes you closer to the edge.

He leans closer to growl against your ear, warm breath tickling your neck,

“You can take it for me, baby. You’re going to let me give you a really good one right? You’re gonna be good for me?” Biting your lip hard, you nod quickly and let out whines of affirmation, wanting to please him and do your best. Reinvigorated by your eagerness, he starts ramming into you even harder, struggling to prevent his thrusts from getting sloppy too soon. Although he’s determined to get you to cum before he does, the unrelenting pressure of your pussy is dizzying.

You’re so, so close but something about the building pleasure feels….different. Undeniably powerful, but almost like….like you have to pee?

Oh.

Oh.

Before you can warn him, the tension in your tummy finally snaps and amongst the waves of pleasure you faintly, briefly panic that you just pissed all over your new boyfriend. It splatters all over him, dripping down his toned stomach and the base of his cock. His skin is left glistening, the muscles flexing underneath. Distantly you think, Huh so that's what that feels like. You're too lost in the pleasure to find the energy to be embarassed.

“Fuck yes, baby, fuck, I’m close don’t worry, just hold on a little longer okay?” You let out a squeak, letting him know you heard him in your hazy state. You make the monumental effort to pick your arms up, making grabby hands at him. He leans in close, panting against your mouth as you wrap your arms around him. You squeal against his lips as his thrusts get sloppier,

“Please, please, please, Daddy, cum in me, I need you to cu-um in me!” You press a desperate, messy kiss against his lips. You’re practically drooling into his mouth at this point. He lets out a long groan into your mouth in return. His cum overflows your pussy nearly instantly. You can feel it dripping down your skin, onto the sheets. Your slick and his cum mixed and smeared all over, all over each other and all over the bed. Everything is so messy and soaked. He finally slows down to a full stop, gently pulling out of you.

He sets your legs down on the bed finally, with the utmost care. He leans over you again, dropping down to his forearms. The two of you catch your breath for a little, taking in the afterglow. He kisses your neck, right underneath your ear.

“You did so good, baby, so good, I’m still dripping in it,” he lets out a breathy laugh, tickling your neck. A dopey smile creeps onto your face, brain still fuzzy and warm. You mumble,

“Thank you Daddy, thank you for taking care of me.” He smiles down at you, full of love, gently cupping your cheek,

"Anything for my perfect girl."

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Tracing Time

is this considered sexual content? the mild kind maybe? this is the content warning just in case haha

Tuesday, 21:21

Song: Christian French - head first

Sander follows Robbe into the hallway without a thought, heart thumping as Robbe smiles secretly over his shoulder. He’d tugged Sander away in a quiet, sneaky manner, and neither of them talk now as they creep along. Robbe stops at a door, however, and turns around to face Sander first, drawing him down into a hard kiss. Sander hums in pleasure, opening up to the younger boy and letting his hands find their spot on his hips. He steps closer, backing Robbe up against the door. It makes Robbe laugh, and then he fumbles blindly until he finds the door handle, letting it swing open behind him.

He pulls Sander in after him, their lips never once detaching. Then Robbe’s closing the door and backing Sander up and their previous position is suddenly reversed. Sander shivers as his back hits the wood and Robbe boxes him in, laying an arm by Sander’s head and keeping the other hand on the back of his neck, slipping a leg between Sander’s.

Sander’s hum comes out as more of a moan, this time, but it would be more embarrassing if Robbe didn’t simply respond in kind, licking his way past Sander’s lips. Sander lets his hands slip down, just a little to start with, pinkies brushing over the top of Robbe’s back pockets. Robbe nips at his lip in retaliation, but he’s grinning as he steps back and pulls Sander with him once more.

The shock of the sudden distance surprises Sander into looking around and finally recognising their surroundings. His eyes go wide, but by then Robbe’s already pushing him onto the bed and following him down.

“Wait,” he protests, even though that’s the last thing he wants to do with Robbe now straddling him. But he recognises the glasses on the nightstand and the skateboard in the corner and alarms are blasting in his brain. Robbe stops instantly, stilling his hands and his weight as he stares down at Sander. “Jens‘s room? Are you kidding?”

Robbe raises his brows, tilting his head in a manner that is much too adorably innocent for the current situation. “Do you want to go back out? Sorry, I didn’t mean to assume…”

Sander stares at him incredulously for a moment, then squishes his cheeks. “Dummy,” he murmurs, then tries again. “Jens’s room. His bed. Where he...does things.”

Robbe widens his eyes exaggeratedly. “You mean sleep?” he whispers, mock aghast.

Sander shoves him.

“No, wait,” Robbe protests, laughing and clinging to Sander’s shoulders to stop himself from toppling. “Relax. You’re not gonna catch any Jens germs.”

“How do you know?” Sander demands. Then he narrows his eyes. “Or maybe that’s what you want.”

Robbe’s nose wrinkles, and he lets out a tiny incredulous laugh. “What?”

“Ah, ah, come on, don’t tell me Jens’s bed hasn’t come up in your fantasies before.”

“Oh, gross, Sander, it’s been years,” he whines. “Are you never gonna let that go?” When Sander merely stares up at him, maybe a little petulantly, Robbe pokes his cheek and lowers his voice as he kisses Sander’s nose. “I’m in here with you,” he points out. “That’s the only constant in my fantasies. Honestly, I feel like the surroundings are even more reason for you to feel smug about it.”

Well.

He’s not wrong.

Sander still narrows his eyes a little more. “Okay, fine, that’s not even the point. What about our germs?”

That startles a laugh out of Robbe, even as a flush creeps up his neck and he pinches Sander’s shoulder. “Sexy,” he teases. Then he takes a moment to actually consider before leaning down close to Sander, letting their lips ghost together teasingly in a very familiar move. “Guess we’ll just make sure we don’t leave any.”

His voice is still low, but his eyes are light as he raises a coy brow, and Sander can’t protest any more. He tugs Robbe down and instantly goes about getting a groan out of him. It doesn’t take long, and then Robbe is giving him a heated look and taking over. His lips move across Sander’s jaw and throat, his angel necklace falling against Sander’s chest as his hands slip under Sander’s shirt, and then everything’s a flurry of clothes and kisses.

Sander has managed to divulge Robbe of his shirt, as well, by the time Robbe’s hand finds its way into his hair and tugs. It’s punctuated with a sharp suck over his pulse, and he bites down hard on his lip to muffle the sound that’s punched out of him. His hair has grown out enough by now for Robbe to easily thread his fingers in, to clench them around a fistful at any given moment—usually when Sander is least prepared for it.

It’s clear, by now, that Robbe knows exactly what he’s doing.

But despite Robbe’s ability to take him apart with everything the boy knows he likes and well-practiced skill, Sander can’t help releasing a breathless laugh as Robbe settles eagerly at his nipples. The sound also falls apart quickly when Robbe actually sets his mouth to work, however, going so far as to look smugly up at Sander through his lashes.

“Tease,” he mutters. Robbe’s hum reverberates through his whole chest as his hands now tangle themselves in Robbe’s curls. He can’t help letting one curl around Robbe’s ear, brushing his thumb over the lobe before gently tugging Robbe’s earring. Robbe’s startled breath morphs into a sigh that gusts over Sander’s skin, and Sander squirms in his impatience. It isn’t, however, in any way unpleasant, and he’s the farthest thing from annoyed. It’s so enjoyably infuriating that he does feel like crying in relief when Robbe finally tugs his jeans down around his thighs, though.

Sander sinks back into the pillow with a sigh, thighs clenching on either side of Robbe as the boy’s fingertips graze his hip bones to curl around the waistband of his underwear. He breathes slowly, one hand grasping at the sheets now with the other still lightly cupping Robbe’s head. He lowers it to mouth at Sander, and Sander makes a noise that is definitely not needy or anything like a whimper.

Then sound floods into the room and shatters the atmosphere like a broken glass, with a wide-eyed, swearing Jens as the culprit.

Robbe squeaks and attempts to cover Sander with his own body. “Jens,” he yelps. “Get out!”

But Jens is already backing away with his hand over his eyes, curses growing more colourful as he slams the door and calls, “Sorry,” in the same hopelessly embarrassed tone. “No, wait, Robbe, what the fuck?”

Robbe groans where his face is now buried in Sander’s thigh, and Sander squirms at the unrelenting sensations. He doesn’t embarrass easily, but, well.

This is really quite a lot.

“Jens, fuck off!” he shouts.

“No, you assholes, that is my room. You’re not having fucking sex on my bed. You’re not fucking on my bed! Get out, seriously, Robbe…”

Sander is going to kill him. It doesn’t matter if they bonded, or if Robbe would be upset, or whatever. He is a fucking disaster and he is going to die, at Sander’s hands. “It’s my birthday,” he calls back, which should really be an unnecessary reminder, but hopefully work to guilt Jens in his favour.

It does not work. “It’s my fucking bed! I have to sleep there later!”

“Well,” Robbe pipes up, surprising them both enough that neither snaps back. He’s looking up at Sander with a hint of his cheeky grin, even though he’s flushed right down to his collarbones. “Feel free to come in here and put a stop to it.”

Sander’s eyes widen, and then he beams and tugs Robbe up to him so he can kiss his cheek, and they wait.

“You can’t be serious,” Jens says finally.

“Try me,” Robbe sings back.

Jens even throws in some French swears, this time. Sander barely notices, because Robbe has gone back to kissing him and the slick slide of their lips is the only sound filling his ears. He sighs as Robbe strokes over his cheek and deepens the kiss, the cool metal of his pendant settling at the base of Sander’s throat. He can’t help but grin when he realises the silence is only making Jens more antsy, voice nervous as he bangs on the door.

“If you want this as your birthday gift, fine then, asshole, but I’m taking mine and Lucas’s back.”

“Cool,” Sander agrees, purposefully adding a tight, throaty tone to his voice that has Robbe smacking his shoulder and Jens smacking the door. “Bye now.”

“Clean up your own damn mess or I swear,” Jens warns, with another smack to the door. “I hate both of you, oh my god.”

This time they stay still and silent for a moment, and when they finally hear Jens’s grumbling retreat, Robbe rushes over to lock the door. He looks simultaneously terribly embarrassed and shamelessly debauched, cheeks red and hair a mess, chest bare and jeans tight. It’s a sight to behold.

Sander doesn’t want to know what he looks like, spread out on the bed with only his damn jeans up to his knees.

Robbe licks his lips while looking at him, though, even as he slowly pads his way back over and tilts his head. “How much did that ruin the mood?”

Sander raises a brow. Robbe already has enough visual evidence of the truth, which is somehow ‘not at all’. Robbe flushes further in understanding, clearing his throat as he kneels on the edge of the mattress. “You?” Sander asks him.

Robbe kisses him again in response, deep and dirty, and Sander’s pulse kicks back into hyperspeed.

For about ten seconds, after which Robbe is pulling away once more and saying, “Wait.”

Sander groans, but tears his hands away from his boyfriend obediently. His voice comes out sounding a little impatient, though. “What?”

“I want to give you your present.”

“Right now?” Sander demands, blinking. “Isn’t that what’s already happening?”

Robbe has the audacity to laugh at him, though it is more of a shy giggle. “No, just…” he trails off, blushing again as he sits away from Sander. “Do you wanna…?” He gestures at Sander’s waist, and Sander buries his face in his hands.

“You’re killing me, Robbe,” he mumbles through his fingers, before obediently pulling up his pants with a quiet huff.

“Okay, okay,” Robbe laughs. “Just, here.”

He holds something out above Sander’s face, and Sander lets his hands drop. He finds himself looking at a key.

Robbe’s key.

To his house.

“What?” Sander says, lost.

Robbe looks nervous. It’s incredibly endearing, how he tilts his head and bites his lip but makes himself hold Sander’s gaze. “I obviously got you stuff too, but, that’s at home. So. I’ve just been meaning to give you this, as well, and now seemed like a good time?” He pauses. “Well, maybe not right now. Sorry.”

“Robbe. What?”

“So you can come and go whenever you need to,” Robbe says, quiet and hesitant. “If I’m not there and you want to wait for me, or if you ever need me during the night, I figured this is better than waiting for me to come let you in, just in case it’s…raining, or something.”

Sander stares at him.

Robbe’s expression drops slightly and he bites his lip. “It doesn’t mean you have to use it, obviously, just that...you can. If you want to. Mama is completely fine with it, too.”

Sander is speechless. He doesn’t think words actually exist to describe it. The...the amount of trust Robbe puts in him through this small item is ridiculous. How he had described the offer is completely insane. He’s happy to let Sander allow himself into his house in the middle of the night, simply if the desire takes him. He’s happy to give Sander, who has been labeled everything from annoying to downright crazy, the freedom of his home. His own sanctuary. He’s opening all of it to Sander with the only doubt being that Sander wouldn’t want it.

As if it isn’t the best thing anyone has ever given him.

He can’t speak, so he reaches, pulling Robbe in to offer his gratitude and reassurance and disbelief in a kiss. It’s still a hard press of lips, still hungry, but it’s slower and softer than any of the others they’ve shared tonight. It means something else, something beyond the basic desires they’d been indulging in minutes ago. It means something more.

“Robbe,” he breathes, heart fluttering at his boyfriend’s responding happy hum. “Thank you.”

Robbe strokes his cheeks so softly, and smiles so lovingly down at him, and Sander feels cracked open and laid bare beyond his near nudity. “I may have an ulterior motive,” Robbe admits. “I didn’t bring another key, so if this is to be yours, I guess I can’t get home without you.”

Sander huffs a laugh, lips spreading in a too-wide smile as he stretches up to kiss Robbe again. “Clever,” he praises.

Robbe hums again, equally pleased, and holds the key out to Sander. Sander takes it, closing his fingers around it carefully, watching the light flicker over and dip into the ridges as they press into his skin and imprint on him. He rubs his thumb over the rough metal, just admiring it for a moment, before looking at Robbe again.

He is the easiest thing to admire. He’s still flushed all down his neck, though it’s happy nerves more than embarrassment now. It’s enticing enough that Sander has to lean in and kiss the bare skin, has to feel Robbe’s heartbeat reverberating through him. He draws Robbe closer, back into his lap, into the circle of his arms, and pulls him close enough that they are entirely pressed together, chest to chest with heads tucked over each other’s shoulders. Robbe’s angel pendant presses into the skin near Sander’s own heart, which feels incredibly fitting.

“I love you,” Sander murmurs, because it’s the only thing he feels in this minute—the only thing he feels every minute, regardless of everything else.

Robbe presses a sweet kiss to his cheek. “I love you too. Happy birthday, Sander.” He allows Sander to hug him tighter for a moment before adding, “You should be able to find one of your other gifts now, too.”

“Find?” Sander pulls back just enough to look at Robbe quizzically. His eyes widen a fraction and he pats the pockets of Robbe’s jeans, feeling a smirk play at his lips. “Did you come prepared?”

“No,” Robbe yelps, batting him away. “You’ll have to search for it online.”

“What? What do you mean online? Do you know how vast ‘online’ is, Robbe?”

Robbe rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. “YouTube, then. You have to look on YouTube.”

Sander tilts his head, baffled. “Did you rejoin a Broerrrs video?”

Robbe shrugs, all wide-eyed innocence, as if he’s not the one who put it wherever it is.

“Okay,” Sander announces. “We’re not doing anything here.”

He admits to feeling a little smug when Robbe’s face falls. “I thought you wanted to?”

“Oh, trust me,” Sander reassures, “I definitely do. But neither of us actually came prepared, and I’m realising this isn’t all I want to do to you tonight. No, we’re going to go back to yours and I’m going to find this mysterious online gift and then, then this will be made worth it.”

Now Robbe’s wide-eyed gaze holds a very different vibe, and his flush has darkened alongside his eyes, and he nods just a little too quickly. “Okay,” he agrees.

Sander grins, and does, however, spend a little more time kissing him, still clutching the key in an incredulous grip.

And, well, the thought of making out on the bed of Robbe’s old crush with Robbe is oddly satisfying. He might feel a little smug. And if it makes said crush squirm a little because he thinks they carried through on their threat with a little more commitment, well, that’s even better.

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[harryspet]

our soulmate | b.barnes & s.rogers

[Warnings] steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes, soulmates au, poly, threesome, sex toys,  vaginal/oral sex, fingering, pregnancy, light bondage, angst, love triangle

A/N:This was inspired by an idea I got in an ask! I really wanted to write a poly story and the setting of the diner is what started this all. This isn’t really a dark fic like I usually write but hopefully, you all still enjoy it because there’s lots of smut. 

In which Steve and Bucky both find their soulmate at a local diner. 

word count: 3.3k

You had two regulars. 

Steve came when you worked the morning shift. You seemed to always be refilling his coffee mug and he’d give you the same warm smile every time that you did. He worked on his computer for that hour and every time you asked him about his work he would tell you it was “top secret”. 

He tipped very well and there were often times you did not want to accept the excessive amount. Steve insisted. You had told him how you were putting yourself through school. You had big dreams for yourself and the diner was supposed to be temporary. 

Supposed to be.

You’d been feeling stuck for the past few months and by the night time shift rolled around, you were counting the seconds until you could go home. 

Bucky noticed your mood as you were to close up by yourself on most nights. He’d order himself pie and then insist you take a break and eat it with him. You didn’t care much for sweets until your midnight desserts with Bucky. 

You had no idea your worlds would collide that one night. 

The thought of you had been on Steve’s mind all night. Every time he closed his eyes he saw you. There was no running from it now because he was sure his head might explode if he didn’t claim his mate right then. 

In the middle of the night, he drove to that diner but he found you sitting beside his old friend, enjoying a piece of cake. You had just laughed at something Bucky said but your eyes widened as you saw Steve break through the locked door of the diner. 

You stood up from the booth, “Steve, what’s going on?”

Steve’s eyes found you and relief spread through his body for a moment. Only a moment. He looked behind you to now see Bucky standing, “Buck?”

They knew each other?

You mentally cursed. How hadn’t you put the dots together? Bucky was the … Winter Soldier. 

“Steve? What are you doing here?” The words were taken right out of your mouth. It seemed neither of them expected to see each other. 

“For Y/N,” Steve started with little hesitation. His eyes narrowed at you and something in your heart twitched, “You’re supposed to be all the way across the country. Why are you here?”

You looked to Bucky as he spoke and you could tell something had shifted within him. As if he realized there was a storm coming, “I finished my mission a few weeks ago … now it seems I’m here for the same reason as you.”

“Wait, you’re both here for me?” 

Were you in Twilight right now?

Steve took a step toward you, his eyes locked on Bucky’s, “I hate to disappoint you Buck, but Y/N is my mate,” Your heart stopped as the diner went dead silent. You looked at Steve with wide eyes, blinking. 

This couldn’t be true. You didn’t feel a bond … 

“Steve-”

“No, she’s my mate,” Bucky said, practically growling. They both took a confrontational step toward you but you raised a hand toward both of them. 

You looked back and forth between them, “I don’t know what the hell is going on but … I-I can’t do whatever this is,” You could feel them tensing up, “I can’t have two soulmates. That’s impossible.”

“Apparently not,” Steve sighed, rubbing his temple.

“You could choose,” Bucky said quickly and you looked at him solemnly. 

“Bucky,” Steve warned, “You can’t say that.”

“Fine, choose or don’t choose. I’ll respect whatever decision you make.”

“We’ll respect whatever decision,” Steve emphasized. 

Your mind was racing, “I need some air,” You were about to walk past Steve but his hands graze against yours. The electricity shot so fast up your arm that you thought it might go numb. You flinched away from his hand. 

He wasn’t lying. 

You looked back at Bucky who was thinking you were a second away from rejecting him. You walked over to him and he held out his non-metal arm. You grabbed his hand and felt those sparks. Like fire but warm and comforting. 

Fate was truly a cruel mistress. 

+

“Meeting today?”

Steve nodded, sipping at the coffee you’d just made for him. So many things have changed in the last month. You used to serve him his coffee at the diner but now you were sharing his kitchen. It was the day of the week where he was pretending to be completely happy and in the moment. 

He gave you that warm smile but you could tell he was hurting. You walked around the counter to place a kiss on his cheek. He immediately pulled you into his lap so he could feel you for longer. 

You pecked his lips, giggling as his beard tickled your skin. 

You didn’t know you could love someone so fast. But with Steve everything felt natural and right. He spoke your love language and he was understanding. So understanding. After all, he gave up so much just so he could have you. 

“A quick one?”

He set his coffee down on the kitchen table and you knew exactly what that meant. You kissed Steve again, this time it was messy and passionate. You maneuvered on the chair so that you were straddling his lap. He held your neck, his finger sliding into your hair, using it to hold you in place as he began to attack your neck with kisses. 

You bit down on your lip to muffle the small whimpers threatening to leave your lips. 

You were grinding against his lap and you could feel his growing member against your skin.  

“Undo my belt,” He commanded you, letting go of your hair, and you were practically dripping at that point. 

You reached down to undo his belt. You made sure to let one of the straps of your nightgown fall down, exposing one of your breasts. You moved slow, fumbling with the materials of the belt before it was open, “Take out my cock,” You mentally cursed. 

You loved when he was demanding.

You started to undo the zipper on his slacks and his member was so hard that it was begging to get free. You hadn’t even touched him and he was already so read for you. You were gentle as you reached in to grab a hold of his member. 

“Can I … please?” You begged and Steve nodded. You slid your panties to the side, positioning yourself to be impaled by him. 

You were grinning and Steve had a wicked look on his face as you slowly slid onto him. He grabbed your waist as you moved up and down slowly, adjusting to him, “Fuck,” You accidentally let the curse word slip and you felt a slap on your bottom. 

Steve held your waist tight, starting to force you up and down faster, “Like that. Just like that, baby girl.”

“Yes, yes,” You moaned, bouncing up and down, “Steve … ah, I love it when you’re inside me.”

And that was how you started your morning. When you finally shuddered and tightly squeezed him, milking out his orgasm, you realized you’d both be late today. You kissed Steve some more as you got out of his lap. 

He hurriedly began to buckle his belt, “Did you pack?” Steve asked and you nodded. 

You looked at the clock above the stovetop. You only had five minutes. 

You kissed Steve again before hurrying up the stairs. You changed into some yoga pants and a comfortable t-shirt before grabbing the duffle bag that you had packed the night before. 

The doorbell had already rung when you were hurrying back down the stairs and you heard Steve answer the door. 

“You know, she never gets any work done when she’s with you,” Steve said to Bucky, his arms crossed as he stood in the doorway.

“I think you know why that is, Steve,” Bucky winked, only to get a rise out of Steve. Steve didn’t bite. 

“I’m being serious. The classes she’s taking are important. You shouldn’t be going on random adventures every single night-”

“Steve,” You approached the door, your heart giddy at finally getting to see Bucky, “It’s okay, I’m a big girl. I’ll get my work done.”

You opened your arms to him and you embraced for the last time for the next week. Steve kissed your forehead, “See you next week, kid. I love you,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

You kissed his cheek, “I love you too.”

Bucky awkwardly cleared his throat. Steve stepped aside and you ran to Bucky. He embraced you tightly, his face in the crook of your neck just taking in your scent. After a long hug, Bucky grabbed your bag, “Let’s get going, Honey has been whining ever since you left.”

You pouted, wishing you could’ve taken her back to Steve’s. You waved goodbye to Steve before walking to Bucky’s car. 

You made it about two miles before Bucky had to pull over so you could make out without crashing. 

+

Bucky was a little more … sadistic than Steve. You had both already come once but he pressed the vibrator against your sensitive bulb, unrelenting. You were handcuffed to the bed frame with absolutely no ability to run. 

They dug into your skin so the more you struggled, the more they hurt, “Please, please,” You begged, “Please, Bucky!”

He muffled you with his lips, still keeping the vibe between your legs. You moaned against his lips as your third orgasm ripped through you. Your head tilted back, screaming in ecstasy, as Bucky watched closely. 

He finally let up as you begged him to stop. Bucky kissed you again, his cold hand moving over your body. 

“Had enough?” Bucky asked and you nodded quickly. 

“Can you let me out?” You asked, shaking the metal against the bed frame, “Please?”

Bucky smirked, “I think my phone is ringing in the other room. Hold on.”

Your eyes widened as he got out of bed and headed to the door.

“James!”

His laughter roared through the apartment. 

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You felt sick the next morning so you stayed in bed with Bucky. Honey, Bucky’s two-year-old bulldog, was cuddled up between you guys as you watched something on TV. 

You felt a little embarrassed being sick like this in front of him. Bucky rubbed your back as you laid your head in his lap. You’d never felt this kind of nausea, it frightened you, and you tried to hide it. 

“Y/N, you’re incredibly tense,” Bucky noticed. 

“I just don’t feel well,” You spoke, not meeting his eyes. 

“Hey, look at me,” Your lips pressed into a thin line as you sat up. 

As soon as your eyes met, you felt it. You covered your mouth as you felt the bile rushing up your throat.

In a second you were out of the bed and running to the restroom with Bucky hot on your trail. He held your hair back as you bent over the toilet and puked out your guts. Again, he was behind you, rubbing your back in a soothing manner. You could sense his worry and also his confusion. 

You didn’t think you had any bad food recently. It all just seemed so random.

Like a sixth sense had suddenly kicked in, Bucky knew what was happening, “Y/N, when was your last period?”

You flushed the toilet, trying to collect yourself. You shook your head in disbelief before leaving the toilet room and to go to the sink. Bucky followed after you as expected. 

“Y/N?”

You stared at yourself in the mirror as you grabbed your toothbrush, “A few weeks ago, I don’t really remember.” You began brushing your teeth, just wanting the conversation to be over. 

“I’m not trying to rush you-

You spit into the sink, “I’m just sick.” You stated, finishing your routine. 

“Maybe to be sure we should go buy a test?”

You set down your toothbrush and braced your hands against the counter, “You don’t understand. I can’t get pregnant. That’ll just complicate everything!” You thought you might hyperventilate and that wasn’t making your nausea any better. 

“It won’t, if it’s true then we’ll all figure something out,” Bucky came behind you, embracing you in a tight hug. You let your head rest against his chest. 

“There’s always so much back and forth. You and Steven barely talk and when you do, you argue. If there’s a baby then … I don’t think this dynamic would work. It barely works for me. A baby’s mother shouldn’t be torn between two homes.”

Bucky thought for a long while and you were worried he might say something you didn't expect. And he did, but it surprised you in a good way, “We’ll all do it together, then. No back and forths. We settle down altogether-”

“I can’t ask you to do that, Bucky-” He only held you tighter. 

“You love us both and we love you, why wouldn’t it work?”

“What if the baby isn’t biologically yours?” You saw him grin in the mirror. 

“If Steve gets the first one then I call the next two,” You laughed at that, “Either way, we’ll all be a family.”

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You told Bucky it wouldn’t be fair to take the test without Steve and each day, as you continued to miss your period, you knew Bucky’s suspicions could be true. A week later and a few more days of nausea, you were back home with Steve but Bucky hadn’t left this time. It was awkward at first, the initial greetings, but there was a lot less blood and fighting then you expected. 

Steve even brought up an old memory you had no clue about and got Bucky to smile when he thought about it. Bucky rarely did that. 

You finally came out of the downstairs bathroom, test in hand, and the two men immediately perked up from where they sat on the couch. They waited, the tension between all three of you even higher than when you first met.

You only nodded as you looked at them both, tears stinging your eyes. 

Their eyes went wide at the same time.”This is amazing, Y/N,”  Steve wrapped his arms around you first and then you hugged Bucky, “We’re going to have a little Steve.”

“Or a little Bucky.”

You could imagine the kind of terror a little Bucky would cause. 

“Thank you guys,” You said, grabbing one of both of their hands. 

“For knocking you up?” You nudge Bucky playfully. 

You looked back from both of them and, as a thought crossed your mind, you bit down on your lip. You felt your cheeks heating up as you looked down, “I know what you’re thinking,” Bucky squeezed your hand, “Go ahead, you can kiss him first.”

You stared at Bucky with wide eyes before turning to Steve, “No, kiss him first. I insist.”

“No, I insist.”

They were just teasing you at this point so you rolled your eyes, turned a bit to Steve and he leaned down to kiss you. You expected a peck but Steve’s kiss was hungry as much as it was soft. As you finally pulled away to breathe, you saw a sinister look on Steve’s face, a look in his eyes you’d never seen. 

“How about we see if you remember what I taught you all those years ago, Steve?” You gave Bucky a confused look but, you didn’t have time to react as he roughly pulled you into him. 

“Bucky-” You gasped as he suddenly wrapped his arms around you and threw you over his shoulder. 

“You’d be surprised to see how much I know, Buck.”

Bucky slapped your ass before he began moving towards the stairs, “Bucky! Put me down!”

You lifted your head to see Steve following, “Steve?”

“We’re going to be a big, happy family, right? Might as well get comfortable with each other,” You scowled, realizing the monster you had created. You could deal with them separately but, both of their tormentings, you weren’t sure you’d be able to handle it. 

You at least expected Steve to be the rational one and he was failing at that too. 

Bucky carried you up the stairs with ease and you knew exactly where he was heading. You stopped struggling, knowing your fate was inevitable. All of you entered the master bedroom and Bucky let you fall onto the bed with a thump.

You landed with a bounce and you scowled at them as you blew a piece of hair that fell into your face, “Rethinking your idea, sweetheart?” Steve teased you and you were about to say something snarky back when he grabbed you by your ankle. 

He pulled you towards the edge of the bed, grabbing the waistband of your leggings before you could even react. Both of their eyes were hungry and you started to feel heat between your legs. Something in your eyes changed then. 

You wanted them. Both of them. 

As your leggings fell to the ground, you sat up on your knees, before pointedly looking beside you at Bucky, “You, take your pants off,” You saw the smirk on Bucky’s face as you turned your head back to Steve in front of you, “And you, kiss me.”

Steve held your face in his hands as he kissed you hard. Your hands held his biceps and then moved down to the hem of his shirt. You needed all your clothes to be gone and soon. Steve got the hint and soon he was lowering his hands to lift up his shirt. You did the same and you cursed the moment that you had to pull away from him. 

You felt the bed dip beside you as Bucky positioned himself behind you, your back pressed against his front as you went back to kissing Steve. Bucky held your waist, his metal hand holding you in place and his other trailing between the fabric of your panties and your skin. 

“Won’t be needing these,” You heard Bucky say as they easily ripped off. 

His hand sunk between your legs as he felt the wetness between your folds. Bucky couldn’t help but think that they should’ve done this months ago. 

You were undoing Steve’s belt now and grinding against Bucky’s fingers as Steve’s hard cock finally sprung free. You were ready to devour it and as you opened your mouth, Bucky suddenly pulled you back further onto the bed. Two of his fingers sunk into you and you gasped, “Keep going, doll,” You looked back at Bucky who only smacked your bottom, “We both know what you can do with that mouth of yours.”

You grabbed a hold of the base of his cock, swirling your tongue around his tip, “Magic,” Steve breathed out, brushing your hair out of your face. You knew he loved it when he could fully see your face, “That’s what she can do.”

Bucky’s fingers moved in and out of you so fast you were sure you might climax already. You moaned onto Steve’s member as you finally took it into your mouth.

Steve held your face, starting to force you down deeper, and you gagged. As you did, Bucky’s fingers seemed to move even faster. It wasn’t long before you were tightening around his fingers, “Cumming on my fingers with a cock in your mouth?” You could practically hear Bucky’s smirk.

“What a naughty little girl we have,” Steve grunted out, shoving his cock in and out of your mouth. 

You felt Bucky at your entrance and you got no time to recover before he was sheathing himself inside of you. 

As you adjusted to him, Bucky began to pound into you from behind as Steve took you from the front. You were overwhelmed in the best way possible. They knew your body and how to treat it in every single way. 

Steve was so deep in your mouth when he finally finished that you were forced to swallow, “Good girl,” Steve praised you as he pulled from your mouth, Bucky grabbed one of your arms so he could pull you back further onto his cock. His warmth filled you as Steve placed soft kisses along your neck. 

“That’s our good girl.”

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ask: can i request minho getting sick, making him super clingy to jeongin and needy to any members

for almost three years, jeongin has had a human shadow almost constantly.  it’s shape was inconsistent, but most often took the form of seungmin or hyunjin.  he’d like to say that he’d grown used to having various members trail him around, and sometimes it was the truth, but other times… it was just suffocating.

the fact that minho had been following him since he’d twisted his ankle earlier in the day didn’t sit well.  jeongin was an adult, and had been for quite some time; not to mention, he wasn’t that much younger than the others to begin with.  knowing their concern always stemmed from love wasn’t a fully effective salve to his stung pride.

“hyung, just sit there–“ jeongin pointed to the empty space, “this couch is big enough for both of us, you don’t need to sit on top of me,” jeongin complained.  he wasn’t lying.  the couch was probably big enough for three or even four people, but minho insisted on sprawling over jeongin’s chest even though they were the only two occupying it at the moment.  jeongin wriggled around, hoping minho would get off of his own volition before jeongin had to forcibly remove him.

“don’t wanna,” minho protested smugly, “you’re much more comfortable.”

jeongin tried to be understanding.  he tried to be accommodating, sympathetic to the genuine concern.  he liked to think that he was relatively indulgent with his members, who he loved— but sometimes, it really did get to be too much.  jeongin did what he could to rein his temper back in and find his patience, but he needed some space.

with a gentle shove (but a shove nonetheless), he pushed minho off of him and onto the empty part of the couch.  jeongin stood up.

“i’ll see you in a bit to record some of the chorus parts.  go find jisung or felix, hyung, they won’t mind cuddling.”

minho whined, sniffling.  “how cruel, yang jeongin!  i’m sick and you won’t even let me cuddle you.”

ah, that would explain minho’s sudden clinginess.  jeongin flinched away.  “you might be contagious, hyung, i don’t wanna get sick, too.  drink some water or something - chan-hyung probably has medicine you could take.”  jeongin looked at minho a little more closely, but other than a sniffle and a slight rasp to his voice, he didn’t seem to be doing too poorly.  “you’ll feel better soon,” he said, and then he left.

he felt a little bad, walking to the cafe on his own, but mostly he felt relieved.  the ambient noise, which didn’t require any sort of response from jeongin, was comforting.  after ordering a drink, he dropped into a chair, and was grateful for the hard plastic against his back.  it was grounding, a cool contrast to the stifling warmth of another human’s touch.

jeongin was savoring it all when, not more than 5 minutes after he’d sat down with his drink, warm arms wrapped around his chest, quickly followed by a weight on his shoulders.  he nearly choked on the urge to groan - and his drink - and elbowed the offender in the gut on instinct before spinning around.

minho was doubled over, wincing.  jeongin’s eyes widened - he certainly hadn’t meant to hurt him!  he hadn’t thought he’d used enough force for that.

“hyung, are you— i didn’t mean to,” jeongin’s mouth was moving too quick for his brain.  he’d stood up and now hovered at minho’s side, unsure how to help.  minho waved him off.

“i’m–” he coughed.  “i’m fine.  just wasn’t expecting it.  i shouldn’t have,” minho took a labored breath, “shouldn’t have snuck up on you.”

minho looked very distinctly not fine - but jeongin of all people wasn’t about to call him out on it.  after all, he knew best how double-edged that kind of concern could be.  jeongin nodded.

“still,” he said.  “i am sorry.”

at that, minho cracked a grin.  it looked kind of like a grimace, but jeongin figured that was more an effect of the lingering pain than intent.  “no, no, you were right,” minho said, and there was something in his voice that jeongin didn’t like.  “i’ll go find someone else to bother.”

jeongin frowned.  it was what he’d wanted, after all.  but something didn’t sit quite right.  the sincerity - it was rare for minho to sound so honest, especially about the vulnerable pieces of himself.  especially about things like shame, and regret, and hurt.

then again, if minho was going to find another member, it would be fine.  jeongin was fairly confident that most of the others were just as capable at handling whatever mood minho was in - and most of them were probably more suited to that task, even.  he spared a thought to hope that minho would find chan and let the matter slip from his mind.

it wasn’t until they were setting up to record the chorus parts of the title track that jeongin really thought about minho and his weirdness again.  it wasn’t minho’s presence that reminded him, but his absence.  chan was already looking for him by the time jeongin showed up.

“the last time i saw him was a few hours ago,” jeongin said.  “at the cafe.”

chan checked the clock, and even though they had five full minutes before they were scheduled, his frowned deepened.  “he’s usually the first one here, after me.”

that was true.  jeongin looked around and saw that all of the other members were already present, and something like guilt sank heavy in his gut.  “has anyone else seen him?”

chan grimaced.  “felix did, but it’s been some time since then.  he said minho was acting a little strange, but that’s kind of…”  chan trailed off, but he didn’t need to finish his sentence for jeongin to hear it.  that’s kind of normal.

the truth was, of all the members, minho was still a bit of a mystery.  they’d all grown up together, so of course they knew bits and pieces of him inside and out, but the rest of the members wore their heart and soul flayed open at all times.  jeongin could probably describe felix’s character better than felix himself could.  even seungmin, who had seemed on the reserved side for the first few months, had grown into regular displays of openness.

minho was different.  he guarded his heart like one would a fugitive on the run - by pretending it didn’t exist.

“i’ll go look for him, hyung, don’t worry!”  jeongin said, the words out of his mouth before he realized what he was promising.  and yet, he didn’t care to take them back.  chan blinked, hesitated, and jeongin knew it was that troublesome, unwarranted concern again.  it struck him that, in a list of members with their shutters closed, jeongin himself probably ranked second.  he softened slightly.  “i’ll have my phone with me,” he said.  “if you want me back, just call me.”

with a wry smile, chan nodded.  “send me a text if it takes more than 15 minutes?”

jeongin nodded, and and then he was off.

it was an aimless search.  he really had no idea where minho was - he hoped he was in the building, at least, but for all anyone knew minho could have gone back to the dorm, or literally anywhere else.  he really was an enigma.

jeongin’s phone rang and he checked the time.  it had only been 10 minutes.  his heart lept at the thought of good news, that maybe he was overly worried for nothing.  “did you find him?”  jeongin asked immediately.  chan sighed.

“no, but he texted and said he’s fine.”  chan went quiet.  jeongin chewed his lip.

“do you think he is?”  jeongin asked.  he already knew the answer.  he could picture chan’s frown - the one where he was worried, but trying to be reassuring to anyone who looked.

“i guess we just have to trust him.”

trust.  the word lodged itself and rattled around in jeongin’s mind even after he hung up and started making his way - slowly - back to the rest of his members.

as closed off as minho was, jeongin trusted him.  all of them did, he knew.  jeongin trusted all of his members, completely, but minho especially.  for all of his guarded emotions, minho would never allow harm to come to those he cared about, and everyone knew it - except maybe minho himself, who didn’t like to acknowledge that he cared at all in the first place.

the thought that minho didn’t trust them back made jeongin feel clammy.  it drove him to take the longest way back he could think of, and it made him backtrack immediately when he heard the quietest gasp coming from the direction of the bathrooms.

he found minho in an open stall, seated firmly on the ground, his upper body wilted over the toilet seat.  vomit stained the corners of his mouth.  tears ran down his cheeks.  he didn’t notice jeongin immediately, which gave the younger boy a much appreciated moment to steady himself, to acknowledge and accept and acclimate to the sharp ache the gripped his heart.

“oh, hyung, you’re really sick.”  the words came out like tears, seeping.  minho startled, and scrambled to the side of the stall that was furthest from jeongin.

“jeongin.”  fear flashed across minho’s face, like jeongin hadn’t seen on his face outside of their survival show and experiencing high altitudes.  jeongin stepped back, hating to be the cause of it, when minho spoke again, sounding choked.  “you were right, it might be contagious.  you should go.”

jeongin shook his head so hard it hurt.  “no, i didn’t mean– hyung, here, let me help.  please.”  he approached slowly, wrapping his arms around minho’s shaking back.  minho sucked in a breath, and then released it, relaxing into jeongin’s embrace.  then he tensed up and lurched over the toilet with an unproductive heave.  jeongin shifted to rub the sick boy’s back.

minho groaned.  “you should leave,” he said.  “i’m gross right now.”

“no,” jeongin said, as gently, as firmly as possible, addressing both statements at once.  “i’ll stay, hyung.”

minho didn’t have a chance to protest before he was being sick.  he was shaking so badly that jeongin worried he’d slip to the ground if he stopped supporting him.  he brushed a hand through minho’s hair.

“it’s okay,” jeongin said, and he wasn’t really sure why.

minho gasped and another stream of puke splashed into the dirtied water below him, unrelenting.  his whole body was tense below jeongin’s hands, so much so that it made jeongin’s own muscles ache.  suddenly, in the dim lighting of the bathroom, face covered in barf, minho looked very small, and fragile.  like he might shake himself apart.  jeongin’s grip on his shoulder tightened as another heave wracked minho’s body.

jeongin’s phone ringing startled both of them.  minho looked up during a brief reprieve.  “you can answer it,” he said, his words torn apart and raw.  jeongin shook his head.

“it’s just chan-hyung.  i’ll text him.”

minho didn’t respond to that, jaw clenched very tightly shut.  jeongin gave him a stern look.  “you should let it out, hyung, you’ll feel better sooner that way.  then we can go home.”

it was unclear whether minho took the advice to heart, or if his body simply overcame his willpower - both options seemed unlikely - but soon he was throwing up once again.  he didn’t have a breather for so long that jeongin started worrying at the choked sounds.  he was about to send a text asking chan if someone could drown this way when it finally tapered off to dry heaves and small dribbles of bile.

minho looked like a soft breeze could break him.

his eyes were sinking shut and his skin was washed out.  he’d given up holding himself up and slumped heavily onto jeongin.  jeongin wiped sweat and sick from his face with toilet paper, and then flushed the mess away.

“are you done?”  jeongin asked quietly, with half a mind to just let minho sleep.  the sick boy nodded.  jeongin hummed.  “we should go home.”

minho nodded, but didn’t move.  “c’mon, hyung, it’ll be better for you to sleep in a bed.”

jeongin started to stand, but minho grabbed his sleeve with a strength jeongin wouldn’t have expected him to have at this point.  “hyung?”

“don’t leave.”  minho’s voice was so, so small.  jeongin smiled.

“i won’t.  we’ll go together, okay?”

sure enough, minho refused to let go of jeongin’s arm as they walked.  chan had texted that they’d cancelled recording for the day, so the other members were waiting in the car already.  even as the rest of them fussed over minho, jeongin stuck close.  his arm was finally freed when minho fell asleep upon returning to the dorm, but jeongin stayed nearby anyway, even when the other members tried convincing him that minho would be fine if he left.

that was the thing: minho would be fine.  jeongin knew that minho was strong.  they all did.  but something protective had started growing in him since he first saw minho in the bathroom - before that, maybe, too.  something protective and urgent, a need that had to be fulfilled.

jeongin trusted minho fully.  he needed to know that minho trusted him, too, and he thought this was as good way to start working towards that.

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lick me

in which y/n now knows what is wrong with Harry, but she still doesn’t care.

part two of this

pairing: y/n and vampire!harry

word count: 5k

warnings: sex. dirty, sweaty sex >:)

note: this isn’t edited :o) sorry

    I’ve been alive for hundreds of years. Experienced millions of things.     

    But nothing, absolutely nothing, can compare to the feeling in my chest to watching y/n stir and wake. I am at a loss for the thousands of words I’ve collected among my lifetime, watching her knuckle at her eyes and startled when she bumps her fist against my chest.

    “Oh!” she blinks blearily, yawning. “It’s you,” she says, and cuddles back into my chest. The shirt I put on her last night, after she herself discarded her dress half-asleep, is riding down one of her shoulders. She mumbled something in my neck.

    “What was that?” I ask.

    “I missed you.” She says, her sweet voice still muffled because oh she’s kissing my neck. The pleasant surprise elicits a groan from me, each vibration in sync with ever warm press of her wet lips against the column of my throat. 

    “I missed you too, angel.”

    “Then why did you leave?” she’s not accusing, and she’s not angry. Her voice is soft, quiet, and questioning. Her lips are tingling suction cups. 

“Had to…” I moan again, a deep, guttural thing. 

“Why?” She asks, her lips behind my ear now, biting down my jaw. 

“Zayn. The system. I exposed our… our kind, fuck angel that feels so good.” Every nip sent waves of pleasure down my spine and to my groin. With how she laid presses into my side, I’m sure she could feel me against her tummy. 

She stops, and I whine when her lips stop warming my cold skin. “Harry, I want to know everything.” 

“Darling, I can’t. Not yet.” It’s my turn to kiss one her throat, my lips dragging on her bare shoulder. 

“Why not? Harry, I’m a human, you’re a vampire. I don’t even know your favorite color and if you asked me to, I’d let you bite me. Don’t you understand how frustrating that is for me?” Her tone of voice is agitated, but she’s still not angry. I’m blown aback by her admission. I felt her feelings to me. The undying urgency, the longing, but oh my Satan, did she have to word it like that? 

“Y/n…” I nip once more at the spot where her throat meets her jaw, and move to sit against the headboard, bringing her up with me so she could sit on my lap. 

    “Hell, none of this should have happened. None of it makes sense. I’m letting you have your way with me and I just met you-” y/n is caving in on herself, her arms cupping her cheeks, and chin tucking into her neck.

    “Would you like it to make sense?” I pry her hands away, caressing her baby-soft cheek with the pad of my thumb.

    “What?” She gulps, her gaze dropping to my chest.     “Would you like it to make sense?” My teeth itch in my gums slightly when she huffs and sticks out her chest, my mind providing images of her tits bitten and swollen from my teeth. Fucking cut it out, Harry!

    “Yes..” she said meekly, “yes.” She says again, this time with purpose.

    “We marked. Or rather, I marked on you, and you reciprocated. Bonds between human and vampire are rare, taboo to a certain extent, but it happened. It happened,” I place my fingers gently on her chin, her gaze having shifted off me again and I really need her to look into my eyes. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I tilted her face towards mine, her breath warming my lips in short gusts. Her eyes look frantic, scared, and unsure. Her fingers are knots betwixt themselves, and I know what to do to get them on me. 

    I kiss her. A warm press on her lips, and it takes a moment for hers to press back, but she does so. Tentative, sweet, and sure. Y/n pulls away, her eyes searching mine. 

    No, no not searching. Looking. Basking. Enjoying. 

    A smile toys at the corners of her lips, “You know,” her fingers splay on the skin of my abdomen, “Strangely,” my skin is hot where she touches, and there nothing but innocence behind it, “My heart burned when I thought about you.”     Ah yes, I thought she’d never bring it up. 

    “Mine, too, little angel.” Her lips part in surprise.

    “Really?”

    “Yes. I think it was our hearts telling us we had to be together. And you know… I’m so sorry because…” I’m scared. I’m scared because I don't want her to leave me, and the following words might give her the power to do so.

    “Because, what, Harry?” Her nose scrunches, her eyebrows dipping, skin wrinkling. She’s so cute it hurts.

    “Because that night at the diner? Wasn’t the first time we met.”

    The first time I saw her, was at that stupid club that Louis, Zayn, and I frequent to eat (drunk girls and boys were the easiest to fool).  I’d gone in the same way I always do: bored, and uninterested. At one point in time, biting into the tender flesh of the underside of jaws enticed me. But after so many years, the same old drill bored me. 

    So that night, I’d gone in bone tired, lacking energy, and all I really wanted was to quell my parched tongue and leave as soon as that was done. That smoky, condensed club in the upper part of town wasn’t doing much to change my mind. 

    My nose, on the other hand, was. I’d caught the scent of the sweetest throat. Thin, soft, sweet, and blood pumping fast. A girl. My body tensed, the same way it always did before I fed, and I skipped the ritual sitting and observing in the VIP section with Louis and Zayn. I trailed on the scent, and found her. 

    The prettiest little thing in a white dress too short and too tight for her own good. Sitting on a stool at the bar, and craning her neck, eyes searching frantically. I knew, as soon as I laid eyes on her glossy eyes, that she was the one I’d sink into tonight. 

    My teeth sliced through my gums eagerly, my hands itching to grip her waist, which was tightly wrapped up in that little white dress of hers. Like an angel.  Her hair floated around her like a halo, and suddenly I’m angry because I don’t recall feelings this excited about any human I was set on. Sure, at times, my dick was the one whose excited, but this? It’s my entire body, one gunshot away from springing on this girl.

    I approach her. She’s still looking for someone, her fingers fiddling with the ends of her hair. Purposely, I was into her line of vision, and stand next to her at the bar. 

    She sees me, just as I knew she would, but looks away just as fast.

    What? Usually, these girls are-

    “Hey there, wanna fuck?” A tall, skinny blonde pulls up beside me, her hands curling around my bicep. She reeks of vodka.

    “I’d rather not catch a sexually transmitted disease.” I turned away from her, my badly facing the angel of a girl seated on the stool, who was now staring at me openly. Her lips were parted slightly, her eyes wide and staring up at me. I looked down at her, smirked, and said, “Hello.” 

    She sputtered out a quiet,”Hi.” 

    “Are you waiting for someone?” I ask, and behind me, I can hear the blonde scoff and walk away. 

    “No… I mean yes…” and then she says with a wrinkled nose, “I think I was ditched.” her eyes trail over my shoulder, presumably looking after the blonde. 

    “Well that’s no fun.” My eyes don’t leave hers, and she turns pink at the cheeks underneath my stare. Pink. Blood underneath the surface. Fuck, now that I’m closer, I can smell not only the blood running in her veins, but the space between her thighs. She’s fucking drenched. 

    I don’t mean to.

Okay,

 maybe just a little bit.

 And I don’t regret tapping into her mind. 

The things I saw in this little angel’s head. 

She has pictures of my fingers in her mouth. My fingers in her pussy. My mouth licking at her open one. 

My favorite, the one where she rides my thigh. And she soaks my trousers through. They’re fleeting images, but thoughts nonetheless. The voice in her mind said “Who is this man and why is he talking to me? He smells and looks good. Christ, I wanna lick him.”

“Lick me then.” I growled.

“W-what?” she stuttered. Her eyes widen, and her fingers lift to cover her mouth.     “I heard what you said,” no I didn’t, but she’s tipsy enough to be passed on as loose-lipped. “Lick me.”

“I-I umh…” She shuffled in her seat, her thighs rubbing and pressing against one another, but that doesn’t stop me from smelling the tangy sweetness in the place where she’s the most warm. 

“I know you want to, I can see it in your eyes, little girl.” I step closer to her, gripping the side of her stool to turn it towards me so I can fit my hips between her thighs, effectively spreading them at the same time. 

“No, I don’t” she says, gulping. I grab her chin with my mouth, asserting a little pressure so her lips pout.

“It’s not,” I lean in, my lips at her ear, “nice to lie.” 

She’s panting not, her head thrown back just a little. Without her even being aware, her body is opening up to me.  Her fingers have clasped on my biceps, and her eyes closed, her eyelashes flutter with every movement her eyes make.

“I don’t even know your name.” She whimpers.     I chuckle at that. The girl still hanging onto her last bit of logic before my (what I like to call) vampire enchantment kicks in. When bringing in prey, a vampire exuded a force field of entraption netting out weak minds to cloak in fuzziness to make it easier to trick them. To bite them. 

“I don’t know yours either, darling.” I suck at the area behind her each, because I know that she won’t stop me.

“Y/n,” she gasps. “My name is y/n.”

“Well,” I suck a little harder, “its very nice to meet you y/n. M’names Harry.” 

Her breasts press into my chest, her nails digging half-crescent moons into my skin. My incisors are al the way out now, poking sharply into my bottom lip. My nose is on high alert, the unrelenting need need need tingling in my stomach. I had to do something, and soon. 

But not out here. I could feel Louis and Zayn burning holes into the back of my head with their interested stares. This was a treat I wanted to keep all to myself. 

I led y/n off her stool with a not-so gente lift of her hips, and left my hands on her waist to hold her as we walked to one of the more private sections of the club. 

“Where I we going?” She asked, twisting her neck to yell through the loud music. 

“You’ll see, baby.” I told her, and twisted her back around.

Several people bumped into her, stepping on her toes and scuffing against her arms; I tried harder to cacoon her in the divot of my chest. She doesn’t argue, or tense against my touch, no. She pushes herself back onto me and places her tiny hand over my much larger one. She steps so close to me, that the heels of her flat-covered feet brush against the tip of my boots. 

Fuck this. I’m strong enough to lift her over my head, why can’t I just hold her? 

So I do, I wrap my arm around her waist, both of her hands coming to clasp my forearm, and the tips of her toes graze ground. 

“Harry, where are you taking me?” She asks again. 

I don’t answer her, instead increasing my pace to reach the velvet curtains a few steps to the left of one of the security guards (who is actually a vampire, too) and nod my head at him when I step through the heavy cloth. 

“Oh…” y/n trails off, walking off on her own when I set her down in the middle of the dimly lit room. She marvels at the furniture, trailing her fingers over the back of the plushy chesterfield sofa,  She wraps her arms around herself and walks towards the four poster,satin covered bed, her back turning to it and her front facing me. 

The white dress she wears contrasts well against the red hue of the room; accentuating each white dip and curve of the cloth against her body. The front of it is styles in such a way that two straps tie at the back of her neck, the straps coming around her neck once before ending in a fluffy white bow. 

“Now can I lick you?” She says, putting an end to the silence. The crotch of my pant gets a little tighter at her words, and I step forward with remembered intent.

“Only if I get to you lick you, as well. It’s only fair, of course.” Bite. 

I stalk towards her, my feet landing from heel to toe, and my weight shifting from leg to leg; the same way a cobra entrances their prey.

“Y-yeah… yeah, okay.” She mumbled, staring at me with wide eyes and open lips as I get closer and closer to her, her ching tilting upwards with every step. “That’s fair.”     “Good.” I grumble. Enough with these fucking games, Harry. Bite her. “Would you like to go first?” I gripped her hips, one arm wrapping around her.

“Uhm…” Y/n head falls to the side when my fingers wrap around tug her cloer that he already was, our chests flush against each other. “O-okay.” Her fingers have languidly made their way to my hair, where she absentmindedly grips the roots.      “Get to it then.” I say, and drop down to the couch behind me, pulling her along with me so she lays on my torso. She yelps in surprise, her hair falling in front of her face in sparse, wispy strands. It floats away from her face when she blows from her lips, that same breath hitting my own lips, and moving the short hairs that hang in front of my own eyes.

“Sorry,” she whispered, her cheeks turning pink again. The color of her skin made my mouth water. 

Then, I take her head in my hands, and gently tilt her to the side to I have clear access to the soft skin of her throat. I don’t wait any longer, even though I said she’d get to ‘lick’ me first, and dip my head to lick from her collarbone, over the white strips of cloth that encircle her throat, and under her jaw to her chin. 

Her hands grip my shirt, scratching my skin as she mewls quietly; I can feel the vibrations of her moan against my tongue. 

“C’n I untie this?” I mumble against her skin, sponging my lips against her hot skin while I fiddle lightly with the bow at the back of her neck. 

Incoherent noises come out of her pink, heart shaped lips. 

“What was that?” I suckle on the skin underneath her ear, behind her jaw, my teeth grazing teasingly against her skin. My nose neses up against her, and I breath in deeply. She smells like the finest wine and the sweetest cake. 

“Please,” she pleads, her voice several octaves higher. Her hips writhed, her chest arching up.

“Please what?”     “Untie my dress.” 

And with a tug, The top of her dress comes undone, her neck bares and the fabric on her chest falls forward, the valley of her breasts and the top of her tits coming into view. The darker skin of her nipples peeks out slightly. Fuck. 

“More, Harry.” She pants.

I give her more, sucking harshly at her throat, and licking over it repeatedly before piercing her with my fangs. Wet, little ‘ah-ah-ah’s leave her lips repeatedly as I tongue at the skin, her blood coating its way into my mouth and down my throat. Unbelievably sweet, she is. Not a single drop of sourness in her. 

Although I know for a fact that she felt absolutely no pain, because a vampire’s victim actually enter this state of euphoria when bit, I felt a little guilty when she passed out (surely, from the combination of lightheadedness and pleasure). I manipulated her mind, erased the memory, and then left her to the guard that stood outside, telling him to drive her home when she wakes, and left. I left Louis and Zayn, and went back to look for the blonde that I had dismissed because my pants had become unbelievably tight. 

The second time I saw her, was when I was conducting a study on egyptian demons in the archives of the university she just so happened to attend, about a week later. 

I was walking up the stairs of the cellar archives, having read whatever I could on the ‘blood-sucking minions of Anubis’. I was irritated and on edge becue the secretary hadn’t stopped trying to make sexual advances the entire time I was there (overnight and a few hours in the morning). The initial burst of sunlight after I stepped onto ground level stung my eyes, and spread an ache through my skull. I took a moment to pinch the bridge of my nose, and breathe deeply, my shoulders rising with every expansion of my lungs, tension leaving my body with every exhale. 

When I turn to walk towards the parking lot, I’m bumped into by a frazzled looking girl, and the papers I have tucked underneath my arm end up scattered on the floor. 

“Shit,” She whispered under her breath a breeze blowing her hair into her eyes so I can’t see her face, but a familiar smell made its way to my nose. 

It’s her. It’s y/n.     I stand still in my place, absolutely amazed as she picks up my papers. It’s her. 

“I’m so sorry, sir. Here are you papers.” She says, sweat budding at her forehead, and her cheeks an agitated red color, she's panting; out of breath. She’s clad in a dress of a light, flowy material that moved with the wind. 

It takes me a moment to say something back, only snapping out of my daze when she waved the papers slightly, shrugging her bag up her shoulder. 

“Thank you…” I trail off, taking the papers and ant her neck. She’s marked up still, the skin an angry red color, similar to the hot shade on her cheeks. 

    “Mhm.” She nods, smiling gently with twinkling eyes. “Have a nice day.” And she walks away, her dress swishing in a way that gives me cheeky flashes of the pink panties she’s wearing. Christ. 

    I watch her until she disappears, my loins stirring painfully when the sight of her white dress disappears. Her scent lingers in my nose, my tongue craving another taste.

I don’t see her again until that time at the diner, and then in the fields. And at that stupid New Year’s Party. 

    “Harry?”

    “Yes, darling?”

    “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

    I sigh. “Because I didn’t want you in my mess. You could have died last night, if Zayn had not stopped. You see, Zayn is closely associated with what you could call the ‘leader’ of our kind, as am I but Zayn lets this get to his head. He thinks he’s all high and mighty, and that night at my home he came with the intent of sucking you dry to get a kick out of me for exposing our kind. I went to the leader right after I dropped you off to make amends, to say that no harm had been done and that I performed the correct rituals to keep out kind safe, and I was off the hook. But last night, Louis got word that Zayn wanted a taste for you himself, after…”

    “After what?”

“After Zayn was sentenced to a banishment burial when Lazarus found out that Zayn was killing for sport, and I got his place as right hand man. Zayn decided that his last victim would be you, to get back at me.”  

    She’s quiet for a moment, even knuckling at her eye with the sleeve of the too-big shirt before she mumbles, “good.”

I blanch at her response. “Good?! There’s nothin’ good about that, y/n.”

She cowers at my tone, her shoulders hunching forwards. “‘Just meant that ‘cause you’re here with me now.” Her voice is a squeaky whisper, and the few rays of sun that peek in from the shades glint against her watery eyes.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean t’yell. I just think it’s my fault I put you in danger. And I meant what I said last night, I won’t leave… if you’ll have me.” 

“Of course I’ll have you. Stay.” Y/n tentatively leans forward and brushes a few kisses against my jaw, her hot tongue leaving a wet trail behind each kiss. 

“Baby, if you start, I won’t be able to stop.” I say, my tone a deep rumble from deep within my chest, a moan entangled with each vowel.

“Then don’t.”

    I connect my lips against hers in a harsh kiss, my hands roaming underneath her- my- shirt, and reaching to fondle her breasts, groping the tender flesh in my hand.     She moaned, her chest pushing into my hands, and her hips pushing down against my crotch. 

    “More, Harry. Don’t stop,” y/n mewls. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling and scratching at my scalp, the jolts of pain going directly to my dick. I was beginning to get hard enough to leak through my underwear. 

    Two layers. There’s two layers of clothing separating my cock from entering her warm hole, both layers already damp with our arousal. 

    I take her by the waist and turn our bodies around so she’s on the bed and I’m above her. She begins to whine, grabbing me from the back of my neck and pressing our lips together again with urgency. I smirk against her lips, my tongue swarming into her sweet mouth.

    “Take this off,” I say against her mouth, pulling her panties down her legs, and she kicks off the rest of the way. My fingers trace up and down her slit, collecting her wetness and prodding at her clit, teasing around her hole. 

    She stops kissing me and moans, “Please stop teasing, Harry. I’ve waited too long.” 

“You can wait a little longer, angel.” I say, but plunge a finger into her anyway. Her pussy squeezes around my digit, milking. Her head turns into my neck, biting into my neck in a way that makes my aching cock jolt in my underwear. I move my finger in an out of her faster, pushing down against her walls and she squeals out a fuck me, Harry, please fuck me.

“I don’t mean to gloat baby, but, I have to stretch you out a bit first.” 

“Want it already, Harry.” y/n’s words come out in short spurts, her chest heaving and her neck glistening with sweat. 

I don’t want to hurt her, but I become incredibly impatient, and insert a second finger into her, fucking her with my fingers until her moans get loader and louder and,

“I’m gonna cum, Harry! Please, please.” And she moans her loudest yet, almost screaming, arching her back to her breasts stretch tight against her torso

She’s wet, so went my fingers slip out and rut on her clit. I nip at her neck, taking off my boxers and when my dick slams up against my stomach I hiss. 

“You are big,” says y/n, her hand coming to wrap around me and tug once, twice, and on the third she swipes her thumb over my slip, collecting the precum and bringing it to her lips.

I stare at her, entranced as she tongues away the wetness from her fingers, and spits on them again to bring down to my dick, her hand lathering the tip of my dick, and leading it into her pussy.

“Nuh-uh, angel,” I chide, pulling back my hips and placing a hand next to her head, the other pinching her nipple. “That’s my job. Don’t,” I lean down to kiss at her tit, “make me,” I suckle on the curve of her breast, “teach you a lesson.” 

“Yes, Harry.” She mumbled, her hands crumpling the sheets in her tiny fists.

“This might hurt, so tell me if you want my to stop, okay?” Y/n hums. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Okay.”

I press a kiss to her nipple, and she sighs heavily when I swing the head of my member up and down her entrance. I push down into her slowly, growling at the feeling of her pussy stretching and pulling on my cock, her walls getting wetter by the second. 

A quiet ‘sss’ leaves her lips, and I stop, looking up at her with worry. “Are you alright?”     “Yes!” She purrs, her head thrown back and the column of her throat curving and vibrating around her words. “Yes! Please don’t stop, it feels so good.”

I lean down to kiss at her neck, biting at the space where I bit her the first time, hissing myself when I bury myself into her to the hilt. She’s tighter than my own first, plushy wet skin engulfing me. Her abdomen clenches, and her pussy gets even tighter, momentaily milking me. 

“Baby, stop doing that or I won’t last.” I utter against against the spit covered patch of skin on her throat.

“I’msorryI’msorry,” Her words merge together; a blubbering mess. 

Her hands legs lift, and wrap against my waist, pushing me against her. A spark of irritation flits in my chest, one of my hands coming to grasp her chin so her wide eyes lock onto mine. 

    “That’s the second time, y/n. Let me fuck you, or you don’t get fucked at all.”

    “O-okay.” She gasps sweetly, her own spit shining on her lips. 

    I pull back, and sink into her; she's hysterical, writhing and moaning.

“Faster, p-please.” 

“So polite.” I chuckle, bucking into her again. I set a steady rhythm, going deep into her with each stroke and push of my hips. My bites against her throat get more aggressive, leaving purplish bruises in my wake, my sharp teeth grazing the skin, just ready to pierce. 

Y/n’s moans get louder, her back arching and hands slapping against my back, digging into the skin of my shoulder blades. Her pussy squelches from how wet she is, and I have to reach to push myself into her again. I lean back onto my knees, grabbing her ankles and putting them above my shoulders. Y/n shrieks. 

I start to move against her, driving into her deeee this time, the same sensations heightened to the max. 

“Harry.. Harry, I’m gonna come again.” She cries, beads of moisture gathering at her waterline. 

I quicken my pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin resonating in the room, and then my abdomen is clenching, and I know I’m not that far behind her. 

“Do it. Cum for me, angel.” I growl, gripping her shins. 

“Bite me. Please” she pants, tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck and the hickeys I’ve left. 

Without a second thought, I dive in, lick her over once, and push my teeth through her skin, my tongue lapping at the punctures in her throat. She gasps when she cums, squeezing and wetting my dick, and I have to pull back and stroke myself to shoot hot spurts on her tummy. 

My toes curl in on themselves, my head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut and I swear I see the moon. 

    I collapse on top of her, my head between her breasts and my chest on top of her warm, wet abdomen, my release sticky between the both of us.

“That was…” I begin.

“Mhm.” Y/n hums, I place my chin in the valley of her tits, looking up at her to see her completely fucked out. Hair sticking to her forehead, ad her lips puffy from all the biting she’s done to them.

Her eyes are fluttering shut, and I’m stuck with a burning feeling in my heart. Not the painful, warping black fire that had burnt in my when I was away from her. No, it was a golden heat, warming me up from the inside, and putting a smile on my safe.

    “Y/n?”     “Yes, Harry?” She says, her sweet shy response almost eliciting a coo from me.

“How would you like to be introduced to Lazarus?”

THERE IT IS 

TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK

i havent written smut in years so,, if its bad im sorry :(

-abigail

[tr-angel22]

Draco Malfoy-Face Riding

Warning: face riding, slight degrading, teasing, praising, possibly some pet names that might be icky for some (hint of daddy kink but she doesn’t say it). I think that’s it :)

Draco had been my boyfriend since third year and as ironic as it was we bonded mainly through Care of Magical Creatures. We had a lot in common with understanding the burden of being heirs to strict pureblood families and understanding the importance of maintaining positions of power that could travel through schooling to our places of work.

My mother always told me school was for creating strong alliances. Sure friends were nice but friends were just a form of alliance, it’s all a test on who has your back and who can stand the tests of friendship.

Draco was like a safe haven. Never pushy, never half-assed. He passed all the tests. I was his number one priority and because of this, he was mine. Luckily, because of our pureblooded status both families where accepting of our relationship and in all honesty tried to push us together only encouraging us more.

I liked to touch Draco. I couldn’t really explain it but I just loved the safety and security that completely consumed me whenever he was near. He never seemed to mind that I was clingy he almost embraced it because it told the world that I was his like he was mine.

We were sitting under the tree near the Black Lake, me sat between his legs holding his hands which he let rest just over my thighs. There was a light breeze but not enough to force us indoors.

“I love you.” I said turning around to straddle him holding his perfectly constructed face between my hands.

“I love you too.” he spoke smiling softly hugging my waist pulling my even closer. He turned his mouth kissing the palm of my hand and upon seeing my shiver of excitement continuing the trail of kisses down my wrist and up my neck. I sighed into him.

“The things I want to do to you, you drive me crazy you absolute minx.”

“Show me what you want to do.” I suggested trying to drive away my eagerness for what I hoped would finally come. Draco didn’t want me to feel pressured into having sex with him. He knew that if something happened between us both that led us to break up then I’d be paying the consequences however harsh it seemed. He went slowly with everything we did but instead of the awing I’d felt at the beginning his attempts were now only successful in teasing me relentlessly. 

There was no other way to describe it other than that I was hungry for him, craving the pleasure I knew he’d bring. Because Draco didn’t enjoy being ordinary, he had to be an overachiever for everything a trait I always knew he’d carry into the bedroom with him.

 He stood wrapping my legs around his waist holding me up by my waist. He smashed me against the tree, his lust clearly taking over with the passionate kisses that ensued. I started grinding into him craving the extra contact.

“Not here!” he demanded his voice remaining a husky whisper resting his forehead on mine. He placed me down waiting for me to regain balance before pulling me inside the castle the seventh floor. 

“Draco, what are we doing here?”

“Close your eyes love.” He guided me gently pulling my arm our hands entwined. I heard him open a door and felt him softly press me into it. I opened my eyes meeting his lips. 

“Stoop. Let me see where you’ve taken me.” I said grinning stupidly as I pushed him away. I let out a gasp the huge but warm room decorated in honey and beige decor. “Draco it’s gorgeous!”

“I’m glad you like it love.” He said. I could hear the smirk in his voice as he began pressing soft kisses between my neck again. My legs became wetter and I pressed my thighs together trying to hide it from Draco who I knew would have a field day knowing he’d caused me so much pleasure.

“Ah ah ahh!” he warned mockingly, “Don’t hide that from me, it’s mine!”

“Well then you can fix it!” I said, my bratty side coming out. I was spoilt, I wouldn’t deny it. But god Draco spoilt me too.

He led me over to the bed sitting down on the bed and pulling me onto his lap still trailing kisses down my neck. My breath was heavy, my hands on Draco’s head making sure that even if he tried to pull away then he couldn’t. Everything was needy passionate kisses. He started lifting my shirt revealing my bra.

I started hurriedly unclasping the only barrier between Draco and me. I flung it across the room giggling as Draco eagerly took a nipple into his mouth. His hunger was my pleasure and Salazar he was hungry.

“What would your mother say if she saw you like this?” he asked, his voice borderline condescending, “Your father?” he continued raising his eyebrows. “Salazar they’d be shocked at how much of a little slut you can be!” I pouted pulling his head away from my chest.

“Not too far Draco, be nice.” 

“I know princess. You know I don’t mean it.”

“I know, I kind of like it anyway.” I said smirking and leading his hand down to my soaking pants, “Besides, I’m only your slut.”

He grinned, a confidant smirk once again taking over his perfectly sculpted face. He switched positions leaning me down, softly pressing my body into the bed. He gave soft kisses down my stomach leading down to my skirt.

He tutted, “We can’t keep this, I want you to see me when I fuck you with my tongue.” I could have moaned at his words. He ripped it off me startling me and emitting worry on how I was supposed to get back to the common room with no skirt. All rational thoughts where wiped away when his fingers began to rub softly against my pants. His hands bringing them down past my legs, exposing my core to his greedy eyes.

He pressed a kiss to both of my thighs, “No more teasing!” I whined.

His head shot up and he smacking my thigh lightly with the back of his hand, “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood princess.” and he dove in leaving me a squirming mess left to reveal in this unrelenting burst of pleasure. My lust was a beast but Draco was relentless in his never-ending pursuit to satisfy it.

His tongue drew patterns causing flutters in my stomach and my back to arch up which he took full advantage of, sliding his arms under my legs and pulling my core closer to his frame. I moaned and groaned in a feeling that can only be described as pure ecstasy.

“I want you to ride me!”

“What?”

“I want you to ride my face!”

He laid down on the bed beckoning me over, I followed him hesitating to sit down, “That’s it, good girl, sit down.”

“What if I suffocate you?”

“You won’t!” he chuckled but sensing my uneasiness he continued, “If you do then it’s a good way to die. You taste divine my love.” he chuckled before sighing at my continued hesitance, “If I want you off I’ll just tap your thigh.” he reasoned.

I nodded slowly lowering myself on to him. I moaned almost instantly his warm mouth melting my brain. He had his arms wrapped around my thighs pulling me further onto him making sure he had my full weight.

“Oh my merlin Draco! Why are you so good?” I moaned the coil building up in my stomach. I began to rock my hips grinding onto his mouth. I felt his nose pressing into me. “Oh oh Merlin, Merlin, Merlin!” and I came, releasing everything onto his face. 

I clambered off him, “It’s nice seeing something on your face too for a change!” He smirked trapping me in a kiss before sighing, “Damn I guess I have to clean myself up!”

[asherranceoftheheart]

My Housemate Might Be the Antichrist? - Drabble Series #1

Summary:   A series of little drabbles on the sitcom AU where Jack's a weird bastard who grew up with Anti as his only example of social manners, Chase Brody as the fussing mom friend and the only seal of the apocalypse, Stacy Anderson as an upcoming lawyer who has a tendency for violence and swindling other people, Anti who is Anti, and all the others who are watching the chaos that is that household and wondering how the fuck it hasn't collapsed yet. Character/s: Chase Brody, Antisepticeye, Stacy Anderson, Jack McLoughlin, mentions of the other egos Pairing/s: None, Chase Brody/Vacation/Advil Warning/s: None, Soft(?)Anti, Some Horror Cliches like blood on mirror but for comedic effect Genre/s: Humor, Fluff, Friendship Note: It would probably be easier to follow the entire thing if you read it from AO3 since it’d be in one link. But that’s up to you dear readers! (Archive Of Our Own Edition)

“So get this,” Jack didn’t even look up from his phone when his roommate burst into his room. “I think my room is haunted.”

“Dude we already talked about this,” Jack said with a flat tone that spoke of how many times they’ve talked about this exact topic. “I am not possessed. You are not possessed. None of us are possessed.”

“Tell that to the guy who looks like you but with green hair, completely black eyes, and a slit throat standing at the end of my bed at three in the morning while creepily smiling at me and I hear some unknown demonic language being whispered around me,” Chase whined and dropped his entire body on top of Jack’s stomach.

The older man grunted and half-heartedly shoved at the other who was now childishly pouting. Jack rolled his eyes at the pout and knocked his fist against Chase’s head lightly.

“You are exactly like a long lost annoying little brother,” Jack told his housemate dryly. “Besides, I told you. It’s just Anti, the whatever he is who’s been following me since childhood. He’s just playing a little sleep paralysis prank on you. That’s all.”

Chase turned his head to stare at him dubiously with those pretty baby blues and Jack couldn’t resist flicking him on his forehead. The younger man yelped and slapped his offending hand away with a glare while rubbing the reddening spot in the middle of his forehead sullenly.

“You say that as if it’s completely normal to have someone like Anti following you around.” Chase shot back while Jack shrugged nonchalantly because it is normal for him.

“Look on the bright side, Anti likes you. If he didn’t you’d have ran out of our shared room a long time ago when we were roommates for college.” Jack patted his head and ruffled his hair in a pacifying manner. Chase just sulkily slumped down on top of him and pressed his cheek against the soft cover of his bed.

“I thought you were pranking me and I was staying out of complete spite.” Chase bluntly said, looking him dead in the eyes.

Jack just patted his head like he was a cute little puppy.

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There was a weird guy wearing a cat mask and a cliché magician’s cape standing in front of their door. Jack had been playing Kingdom Hearts 3 in the living room when somebody rang the doorbell to their house. Originally, he was going to let Anti answer it for him but then he remembered Stacy’s threat about killing him in his sleep if they get another phone call about a possible serial killer in the house.

“Good afternoon sir,” at least the odd stranger seemed rather polite even though he kept staring at Anti who was looming behind him like an off-brand Slenderman. “I don’t know how to put this reasonably but… are you aware that an evil creature has been following you?”

Ah. This was one of those situations.

“We don’t accept solicitations,” Jack gave the man the friendly smile that he learned from Chase. 

Apparently, the smile that he grew up with after learning it from Anti belonged more to that of a horror movie’s villain.

Chase tried to bring it up gently to him by saying it’s rather unnerving while Stacy just outright said to his and Anti’s face that people would rather take the stairs than ride in the same elevator with him if he kept that creepy smile up.

As it is, he was already closing the door on the weird man’s shocked and outraged face. Hah. That one’s a pretty funny face. He could hear Anti snickering behind him.

“Wait—!” The man tried to stop him from closing the door but Jack was unrelenting.

“Sorry,” he apologized without a single shred of remorse or guilt in his entire existence.

The door was shut with a loud click. 

Jack flipped the lock for extra measure and briefly wondered if he had closed the backdoor.

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Stacy emerged from her bedroom, her hair unkempt and flying all over the place, her eyes ringed with dark shadows from lack of sleep, and her body yearning for that sweet, delicious caffeine. The woman had been up all night for the past weeks reviewing for her law board exam in an almost panicked frenzy. If it hadn’t been for Chase occasionally forcing her to go the fuck to sleep, she was pretty sure she would’ve dropped dead by the first week of unending readings and memorizing that she had been doing. She could already smell that blessed nectar of the gods being brewed in the kitchen and she could hear Chase humming a cute lil song while no doubt shaking that bubble butt around while he’s cooking breakfast for all of them.

“Hey boys,” the sleepless woman grunted as she slipped into the dining room and sat down on the nearest seat. “How’re things going for you guys?”

“Anti threatened to kill me last night because I ate the last pack of cheetos.” Chase said as he exited the kitchen to place a mug full of that heavenly black as her soul coffee in front of her.

“Just add that to the millions of baseless threats that he’s given you for the past six years.” Stacy dismissed his words with a wave before she took a sip of that scalding coffee with a happy moan. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to live without your coffee, Chaser.”

Chase just patted her head as a wordless ‘you’re welcome’ before placing a breakfast plate in front of Jack whose face was completely smushed against the table while he’s completely passed out. He flicked his ear and smirked when the older man jolted up awake with a bewildered shine on his normally calm face before Jack realized that there was food in front of him.

“Rise and shine, Jackaboy,” Chase ruffled Jack’s hair, chuckling at the disgruntled grunt he received. “Good morning to you too, Creepy Bastard number one.”

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Chase woke up to the sound of his alarm blaring through his room. He was half-tempted to push the snooze button but the consequences of having a cranky household—especially this household—is too much of a headache to even consider facing. He lazily rolled out of his bed, kicking away the blankets that were entangled around his limbs and landed on the floor with a soft thump.

The sleepy man fumbled for his way to his own bathroom and flicked the light on. He blinked at the red that covered his face mirror and sighed.

DON’T FORGET THAT YOU HAVE A 10 AM APPOINTMENT WITH YOUR THERAPIST TODAY.

“I promise I won’t Anti,” Chase mumbled as the bloody letters began to fade away now that its message has been delivered and understood. “Thanks for the daily reminders, buddy. I just wish you won’t do the blood schtick. Well, at least you clean them up yourself now. So great job on that!”

He knew that the creature was watching him and could feel the smug self-satisfied aura that was practically oozing out of the demon. Chase internally thanked all of the useful advice he read from all of the parenting books he bought from the bookstore that mentioned Positive Affirmation of good deeds is effective in helping the lessons stick. It took a few weeks of providing positive rewards such as giving Anti his favorite snacks, and giving him some leeways on the lighter chaotic actions for him to start making progress.

Who knew that parenting techniques are great at teaching ancient demons on how to be more civilized people?

[missmonsters2]

Love Bites

PAIRING: Carol Danvers x Natasha Romanoff (carolnat) Summary: Vampire!Carol. Natasha should’ve known better than to bite a vampire...but maybe she did know. Bottom!nat Warnings: 18+ SMUTTY. Reader discretion advised. Strap-on, good girl kink, dirty talk? Genre: Smut NOTE: Day 3 - Supernatural AU (oct 27). I have like 500 vampire AU and no idea what to do with them. @captaincarolnat​  Count: 1836 ⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷

It was an accident.

That’s what Natasha wants to say, but she knows it would be a lie. 

It was Carol’s fault, really. 

She’s been dating Carol for a year now, having known Carol was a vampire 6 months in when things started to get serious.

And yet somehow, they haven’t had sex still. 

Natasha is a woman with needs. And what she needs is to be thoroughly and roughly fucked by her supernatural girlfriend.

Carol is more cautious about the aspects of having sex with a human. She fears accidentally hurting Natasha or accidentally biting her and changing her girlfriend before they even really had that talk.

So, she’s really been escaping and dodging when Natasha seems to be heading them towards sexual activities. 

It’s annoying easy for Carol since she has superspeed to get away, but not this time...

2 hours ago...

“Yes, Carol, for the last time, I really do need help. I don’t know how I broke the TV, it just broke.” 

Natasha adjusted the phone between her shoulder and ear. She could hear Carol contemplating coming over. 

“Jeeze, you’d think my girlfriend would love spending time with me,” Natasha commented, and she could hear Carol sigh.

Not that she could blame Carol. Natasha has been unrelenting lately about sex. She was probably wearing Carol down.

Natasha can admit she’s been a real brat lately. 

And she will continue to be one until she gets what she wants. 

It isn’t until another half an hour that Carol shows up via jumping up onto her balcony and swinging in casually through Natasha’s open window.

“Show off,” Natasha rolls her eyes as Carol smugly smiles. 

“Can’t help that I’m cool,” Carol says.

“You mean enhanced.”

“Same thing,” Carol waves her hand nonchalantly. “Anyways, what’s wrong with your TV?”

They walk over to Natasha’s TV.

“I don’t know, it just won’t turn on,” Natasha says as she shuts the door quietly.

Carol inspects it before she lets out a huge, aggravated sigh.

“Nat,” she says.

“Hmm?”

“The TV is just unplugged.”

“Oh,” Natasha croons as if she had no idea. “Well, I guess that fixes that.”

Carol turns around with an unimpressed look on her face.

Natasha simply sits on the edge of the bed, trying to pull her girlfriend over.

“Nat,” Carol sighs, “you can just tell me to come over, you know.”

“I feel like you’ve been reluctant lately,” Natasha points out.

“Yes, because you’re constantly misbehaving,” Carol counters back with a cock of her brow. 

Natasha merely pulls her girlfriend onto the bed, starting with light kisses on her lips and cheeks.

“Well, maybe you should punish me then,” Natasha purrs, and Carol has to swallow the sudden flare of desire that Natasha keeps trying to stir out of her.

Carol wants to say something, but Natasha is still peppering kisses until she reaches Carol’s neck.

Carol instantly widens her eyes and tries to push her girlfriend back gently.

“Nat, wait--” Carol warns, but Natasha isn’t listening at all.

Natasha sinks her teeth into Carol’s throat hard, teeth scraping along the skin. Her blunt teeth don’t do much damage, but Carol feels it.

Natasha should know better.

Really, she should. Biting would have to be considered fucking sexual for vampires, but maybe that’s why she did it. 

The reaction is instant with Carol. Pupils dilating, hitched breath, and her hands tightening on Natasha’s waist.

It was then that everything Carol had been trying to avoid became very apparent.

How soft Natasha felt, her sweet scent of lilac and nutmeg, how warm she felt. Carol could hear the blood pumping in Natasha’s veins, it was calling out to her, and it was like Carol’s skin was buzzing.

Natasha releases her teeth from Carol’s neck, and for a moment, Natasha thinks she may have fucked up when she hears Carol growl at her.

“Natalia,” Carol growls out, her voice low and rumbling, and Natasha bites her tongue.

“Wait, Carol--” Natasha tries to backtrack, hearing her real name, but Carol is having none of it now.

“You bit me,” Carol’s tone is neutral as she grouses it out, and Natasha is mortified.

Was Wanda wrong? Do vampires not like getting bitten?

“You bit me,” Carol repeats, and suddenly Natasha is pressed against the bed with Carol’s nose buried deep within Natasha’s neck, her tongue swiping out a long, languid lick.

Natasha’s breath hitches, and she’s sure she’s going to get what she wants.

“You’ve been a real brat, lately,” Carol mumbles against Natasha’s skin. “You wanna get fucked by me that badly, huh?”

God, Natasha felt a hot fire in her belly.

“Brats get punished, though,” Carol says, and suddenly Natasha’s vision is black as Carol removes her scarf to tie over Natasha’s eyes.

“Carol--” Natasha starts to say, but she’s cut off by her girlfriend.

“No noise from you,” Carol tuts, “don’t want to be gagged too, do you?”

Natasha’s unsure, but she complies for now. 

Carol was usually gentle and accommodating with Natasha, but it was like Natasha has brought another side of Carol out. 

She feels hands on her body before her clothes are ripped out, and she feels the cool air hitting her naked body.

Natasha gasps when she starts to feel Carol’s lips on her body, Carol stroking her arms all the way up until she lifted Natasha’s hands above her head. Natasha could hear a rustling of what sounded like Carol taking off her jacket before the garment was used to tie her hands together.

“God,” Carol purrs, “you smell so fucking good, Nat.”

Carol starts to tease her girlfriend’s body with light strokes, watching the muscles tense with fascination.

Her throat burned sightly.

Easing her way back to Natasha's neck, Carol inhaled deeply, half-growling. Her eyelids fluttered at the scent of her sweet, charming girlfriend. 

“You’re mine,” Carol mumbled as she nipped at Natasha’s neck, shotting a hot electric bolt right down to Natasha’s core. 

She was fucking dripping wet, and Carol could tell.

Her lips traveled up until Carol was hovering over Natasha’s lips.

“How bad do you want it?” Carol whispered, and Natasha felt her throat go dry.

Very badly, she thought. 

“What is it exactly that you’ve been wanting? Must be something good if you’re willing to bite me,” Carol mulled.

“Did you want me to put my mouth on you? Eat you out until you beg me to stop?”

Natasha’s eyes screwed shut tighter, legs tensing as they wanted to clamp together, but Carol’s body preventing them from doing so.

“Or did you want my fingers?” Carol asked as if she was really having a monologue to herself. 

Natasha’s hips nearly bucked up, feeling Carol’s slender fingers touch her sex, rubbing along the wet slit before circling her clit.

“I wonder how many fingers you could take right now? Three?” Carol teased the opening of her sex. 

“Or did you want me to sweetly make love to you? Only good girls get that, and you’ve really been pushing my buttons lately,” Carol hummed.

It was driving Natasha insane. She was fucking dripping, and her stomach has an uncomfortable coil that she needed Carol to release. 

She just needed something in her, God, she needed to come so fucking bad.

Natasha’s body was trembling and lifting for more. 

But as soon as she thought Carol was going to give her what she needed, the weight on her body disappeared.

Natasha whined and was so close to cursing.

Carol wandered around the room, casually looking around her girlfriend’s room. She’s heard Natasha getting herself off, not realizing that her girlfriend could hear outside. 

She would usually politely and patiently wait for Natasha to finish before pretending to just arrive. 

Ah, Carol smirks.

She opens the second drawer from the bottom and cocks her brow. While she did see the toy Natasha seemed to regularly use on herself, she found something else interesting too. 

Natasha froze when she heard a familiar buckle click into place and a firm pressure against her core.

“Well, aren’t you just absolutely naughty,” Carol taunts, sliding the strap-on against the entire slit of Natasha.

God, the pressure feels so good, Natasha thinks. 

It’s so close, she just needs it--

“if you want it, you need to promise me that you’re going to be a good girl,” Carol says, rocking her hips, but just teasing the outside of what could come. 

Natasha can’t even think, let alone make any promises. She moans brazenly and unashamed when she feels Carol rub circles around her clit. 

God, it’s getting worse how badly Natasha needs it. 

“Carol,” Natasha whines, but Carol is unrelenting.

“Are you going to be a good girl, Natasha?” Carol asks her, being careful to not push Natasha to her climax yet.

“Good girls get fucked the way they want,” Carol leans down to whisper in her girlfriend’s ear. 

God, the look her blindfolded and tied up girlfriend makes Carol want to raw her so bad. 

The strap-on slides down before staying at Natasha’s entrance with teasing pressure. Sometimes Carol would push just the head in before pulling back out, and Natasha wanted to scream.

“Say it, Nat,” Carol purrs in her ear, “and I can make you feel good.”

“God, yes!” Natasha nearly screams. “I’ll be good!”

Carol smirks before she slides in roughly into Natasha.

“Fuck,” she groans, “you’re so wet, I bottomed you out so easily. How dirty.”

Carol sets a rough and fast pace, just the want Natasha needs it. 

God, it feels deliciously good, Natasha thinks as she breathily pants. There’s a slight burn as her hips try to match the pace.

Carol watches from above as she fucks Natasha roughly, licking her lips as she stares at Natasha’s breast bouncing from the force as she grabs onto one of them, groping and rolling it in her palm.

It feels different for Carol. While Natasha’s focusing on the pleasure, Carol can’t help but focus on the blood rushing through Natasha’s veins. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Carol smugly asks Natasha. 

“God, I can’t help but think what if I fucking bit you right here. I bet you’d taste so good. You’d be so warm. Was that your goal tonight? Did you secretly want me to bite you?” Carol kisses Natasha messily before nipping her bottom lip.

Control, control, control, Carol chants in her head as she feels Natasha coming to an end. 

Natasha’s hips messily move as it only takes a few more strokes to bring her over with a loud moan and toes curling.

Carol’s lips stay on Natasha’s neck, feeling the muscles her move and the blood rushing underneath the skin. 

It’s a different rush for her. 

They finally settle with hushed pants and sweaty bodies. 

“See, I knew you could do it without biting me,” Natasha brags Carol rolls her eyes.

“You’re tempting me too much, Natasha, but as you promised, you’ll be good from on, won’t you?”

Natasha merely chuckles in response.

[ilovemesomekillianjones]

CS Pillow Talk 4 - The Guest

A/N: I wrote something. Perhaps the muse isn’t dead? She came back tonight to push this story out. Unbeta’d, because I started writing it a couple hours ago and now it’s finished and I want to post it. Other chapters need not be read to understand this chapter, as this is a series of unrelated one shots where Emma and Killian are, you guessed it, talking in bed. 

Summary: Who is the guest in Killian’s dream? If Emma can guess, Killian will confess. 

       ao3          ffnet          Rated M            1.7K          Fluff, Humor, Smut      

The deep moan rumbling from Killian’s sleeping form has Emma pausing as she throws her hair into a ponytail. She’s up before him for a change, and has taken it upon herself to make him breakfast in bed. Walking toward their bed, she watches as her husband’s sleeping form stretches and another groan passes his now smirking lips on an exhale. She chuckles as she realizes the cocky grin she has fallen in love with even happens when he sleeps. The trace of laughter is quickly replaced though, with a sharp intake of breath when the sheet moves further down his body as he continues to squirm. 

She’s immediately torn between cooking him breakfast or taking care of Killian’s stiff cock that is now peeking from under the sheet. “Goddamn,” she mutters to herself, admiring his morning wood; she’d like nothing more than to wake him by riding him like the stud he is. With all the other characters she has come to find out are real, she errantly wonders if there truly is a faction of Morning Wood Fairies. 

“Emma,” he sighs.

A rush of heat surges through her belly when she hears the desperation in his voice. Sitting down next to his sleeping form, she wars with waking him or just taking him in her hand or mouth. Emma runs her finger lightly from the tip of his straining cock, over his sensitive underside and down to his base before gently caressing his balls. When Killian’s hips surge toward her touch, she wraps her hand around his shaft and begins stroking him slowly. She can feel her own wetness gathering and shifts slightly on the bed to slip her other hand into her panties. She bites down on her lip as she tries to suppress a moan when her fingers glide effortlessly through her wetness then up over her clit. Her eyes close involuntarily as her fingers work in a motion as perfect as only one knows their own body. 

“Bloody Hell, a man could get used to being woke like this,” Killian rasps in a sleep addled timbre. 

Emma jumps slightly and her eyes open, but she doesn’t cease the movement of either hand. “I was going to make you breakfast in bed, but you looked much more appealing than anything I could cook.” 

“Is that so,” Killian growls as he halts Emma’s movements to maneuver them so she is sprawled out on her back and he is hovering over her.

“How did you do that?” Emma giggles, a bit breathlessly from being pounced on. She doesn’t pause for an answer though before craning her neck to kiss him senseless. A lusty moan passes from her lips as Killian kisses her back, and she surrenders herself to the carnal nature in which he always satisfies her. It is quite erotic watching him as he licks, nips, caresses, and fills her, and soon she is coming hard, shamelessly calling out his name and praising his efforts. 

Lying quietly in his arms, after he tells her how bloody amazing she is, Emma can’t help but wonder what it was that had him so turned on before he’d even opened his eyes. “What were you dreaming about this morning?”

Killian chuckles, and Emma knows he is either blushing or scratching behind his ear by the shy tone in his voice. “We were… eh… we were  having a threesome.”

It’s Emma’s turn to giggle, “Naughty. And just who was in this threesome?”

“Us,” he states simply. 

Emma looks up at him, wondering why she is having to spell out her question. “Well, yes, you and me, but who was our guest?” She’s surprised to see a bit of confusion in his features, before the dawning of realization crosses his face.

“Tell you what, love. If you can guess, I will confess.”

Emma squints her eyes at him, debating the choices. She decides to go for the obvious first. “Ruby?”

“The wolf?” Killian asks incredulously.

“Well… she is hot, and she’s always been very flirty with… everyone.”

“Not my type.”

Emma shifts her weight, leaning up on her elbow and facing Killian. She snaps her fingers and blurts out, “Belle!”

“You sound so sure of yourself with that guess. But that is also incorrect.”

“I was thinking maybe it was like a sexy dream and a revenge dream all in one,” she explains. Biting her lip she contemplates who else could be making an appearance in her husband’s dreams. Remembering an off-handed comment he’d made in regards to all the many blondes of this realm, she realizes who it must be. “Is it Tinkerbell?”

“Sweet lass, she is, but still a no.”

“Ashley? Elsa?”

“Also no.”

“Maybe you have a thing for redheads? Elsa’s sister, Anna? Mal? Mulan?” Emma continues on as her husband just smiles and shakes his head in the negative to all her suggestions. “Ursula?” She shudders as she asks about Cruella. But still he shakes his head no. Who else does that leave, she muses. “Aurora? Jasmine! Ooh, another redhead, Ariel!”

“You are so far from the answer love, I do not think you will be able to guess.”

Emma flops to her back and exhales loudly. Suddenly a thought occurs to her, and she thinks, despite the fact that she hasn’t felt an ounce of discomfort or jealousy while lazing with her true love, discussing his sex dream on a quiet Sunday morning, this next guess might actually change all that. “Regina,” she whispers.

“Not a chance!” he responds with thinly veiled offense. 

“Oh, thank goodness,” she mutters. She rolls her eyes at him when he smirks at her. She knows that he knows that would’ve made her a bit green with- “Zelena! It is a redhead.”

“What is it with your assumption that this mystery guest has a better chance of being a redhead?”

“It’d be something different than me and…”

“Ah, yes, Milah. A redhead would be different than you or Milah. But who’s to say I haven’t had my fair share of the fiery redheaded lasses.”

She backhands his bare chest before shouting out, “Merida!”

“Your first hint is, not a redhead.”

“Damn,” Emma mutters, “Who else is there? Okay, I give up. Who is it?”

“That wasn’t the game, Swan. I said you guess, I’ll confess. I rather like this, it feels like a game. A game I am winning.”

“Well that would mean I am losing, and that’s not happening.” She closes her eyes trying to remember any other faces of Storybrooke who could be making an appearance in Killian’s dreams. As soon as the next choice hits her she is laughing out loud, even she has to admit, the two have quite the banter at times. “GRANNY!” 

“What?” This time, Killian doesn’t hide the offense in his voice as he sits up and brings his hand to his heart as if she’s wounded him. “Are you bloody serious? She’s a lovely lady, and maybe in her hay-day, but no, it was not Granny.”

“Okay, okay, no need for theatrics. You know the old broad loves to flirt with you, if you had a little sexy dream about her it’d speak more to your ego being stroked than the plausibility of the matchup.” 

“There will be no stroking of anything between me and Granny! Not even in dreams.”

Emma laughs loudly at his ridiculous declarations. “Calm down, babe.” Racking her brain, an idea so perverse rears its head and she is not sure she even wants to say it, but she wants to win. “It wasn’t…”

Killian looks at her with a raised eyebrow, nodding his head at her to continue. 

“It wasn’t my mom was it?” She watches all the air deflate from his chest. “Indubitably and irrevocably a no, Swan.”

“What the fuck? There aren’t even any more women in Storybr-”

Killian’s grin widens as she pauses. “Have you finally figured it out?”

She sat bolt upright in bed, facing Killian. “It wasn’t a woman! Oh, this is too good!” she teases, eyes wide with glee. “Where should I even start? Was it-”

“Noooooo,” he draws out as he places a finger to her lips to quiet her. “Nope. No, it was not whoever you are about to guess. Stop right there. I don’t even want to hear your idea of this threesome. Not that I have anything against a threesome with two men and a woman, but I do not want to hear what man you think I might be sharing you with in my fantasy.”

She chuckles at Killian’s rambling, noting there is no anger in his voice. “Oh, it’s a fantasy now?”

“It was before you soiled it with all your incorrect guesses.”

“But, I’ve guessed every woman I can think of,” she whined.

“It was you, you daft woman!”

Emma sighs in exasperation, “Yes, we established that. You and me, who was the third part of the threesome?”

“Just you. Me, you, and another you. The same you, but two of you.”

Emma is immediately thrown back into the moment Hook had kissed her aboard the Jolly Roger, right before Killian had stormed in and knocked his other self out. How many times had she fantasized about that threesome? “Oh,” she murmured, slightly embarrassed and only a lot flattered. 

“Oh, indeed,” Killian chuckled, leaning back against the headboard and pulling her close. “There is no other woman I dream about.” 

“I don’t know why that choice didn’t cross my mind, especially given the number of times I’ve fantasized about having two of you.”

Is that so,” Killian asked running his tongue along his lower lip salaciously.

“Aye,” she giggled, “ever since our trip back in time where you knocked yourself out.”

“That version of me wouldn’t have known what to do with a woman like you, he wasn’t worthy.”

“Well then, it’s a good thing you’ve taught him some things over the years.”

“Aye, ‘tis. Now make me breakfast, wench!” 

“In your dreams!”

“Allow me to show you about my dreams,” he growls as he pulls her on top of him. 

“But there’s only one of me.” Emma presses her body to his and plants kisses along his jawline. 

“You are all the woman I will ever want,” Killian utters as she begins to work her magic on him. 

“Good.”

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Defining Roles

Summary: Minhyun wasn’t sure why Daehwi was so against being in his class again this year, and this made him hesitant about what role he would have in your son’s life.

Pairing: Hwang Minhyun x reader (ft. Lee Daehwi)

Genre: teacher au / parent au / fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: This is the sequel to Life Lessons, and also dedicated to the wonderful @notsosubtlekpop who without her request earlier in the year, we wouldn’t be blessed with teacher Minhyun in the first place. Happy birthday, beautiful <3

This story is part of a world previously created. Whilst you don’t need to have read it before this one, it will put more into context. You can read Life Lessons HERE.

Word count: 2120

“Not againnnnnn!”

Minhyun glanced up from setting the table for dinner, watching as the child ran over to your side grumbling. You shot Minhyun a confused expression before looking down at your son. “What’s wrong, Daehwi?”

“Daehwi got the best gift ever!” the other child who entered the living room behind him announced, puffing up her cheeks in annoyance. She walked over to Minhyun’s side and shot him a disgruntled look. “Don’t you think this is unfair, Daddy?”

“I’m in Minhyun’s class, again!” Daehwi announced to everyone and you moved over to the table, placing down the serving dish before turning to your son.

“You had so much fun being taught by Minhyun before,” you pointed out as you gestured for your son to take a seat at the table and Daehwi slumped down into his chair, nodding his head dramatically.

“That was when I was a kid. I’m eight now, Mum!”

“And I’m nine but I wouldn’t complain if my Dad got to teach me. He never has! You’re so lucky, Daehwi!” Sohyun spat back and Minhyun groaned, resting his face within the palm of his hand. Looking through his fingers, he noticed the small smile playing on your lips.

Daehwi continued, ignoring the serving of pasta you had just placed on his plate. “More like unlucky!”

“Hey, I happen to be present in this room, you know,” Minhyun finally piped up but Daehwi’s hard gaze was unrelenting. He sighed at the boy. “What’s so bad about being back in my class? I’m a good teacher!”

“Yeah, but you’re dating my Mum now. All the kids will tease me as soon as they find out! Don’t you think that’s wrong? Why are you teaching my age group anyway? Can’t you go back to teaching the babies? I liked you better then.”

“Gee, thanks for that.”

You hissed at your son before shooting Minhyun a placating smile. “No one needs to know who your teacher is with, Daehwi.”

“Everyone probably already does, he has a photo of us all on his desk,” the child retorted glumly which made Minhyun clear his throat awkwardly.

Admittedly, he hadn’t expected this either. He had only found out the finalised school teaching roster earlier in the day, with Daehwi’s sudden addition to his class. However, he hadn’t been as dismissive about the idea as Daehwi. Dating you had been the best thing that had happened to Minhyun aside from the birth of his daughter Sohyun. He had never expected to feel as fulfilled as a human ever again. You were definitely his better half, and Minhyun was incredibly fond of Daehwi as well. Although you had only just started living together over the summer when you got engaged, he considered Daehwi just as much his own child as Sohyun. He would do anything for his needs and supported him easily. In Minhyun’s eyes, Daehwi was rambunctious compared to Sohyun, yet he loved the boy far too much already.

So it hurt that Daehwi was so against him being his teacher again.

Of course, Minhyun did understand. He was at an age where peer pressure and socialising started to make more of an impact on a youngster’s daily life. Daehwi only wanted to fit in. Being the teacher’s child – related or not – could have a negative impact on how they treated him.

Minhyun nodded, deflated. He wouldn’t tell Daehwi how much he had been excited to teach him again. “I’ll have a word with the office and see if you can swap classes.”

“You can’t do that!” Daehwi cried, completely aghast by the suggestion. Minhyun frowned, glancing at you for back up.

You reached out for Daehwi’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Why not?”

“Woojin and Jinyoung are going to be in my class too! I don’t want to leave my friends!” Daehwi folded his arms across his chest petulantly. “Minhyun should just go back to teaching babies!”

“Stop being a brat and eat your dinner, Daehwi,” Sohyun grumbled and the younger child whined loudly, causing you and Minhyun to step in and break up the argument before it grew any deeper.

Later that evening, when the children were nestled in their beds fast asleep, Minhyun sat down beside you on the sofa with a heavy sigh. You opened your arms and he moved into your embrace, relishing in the gentle circles you rubbed on his back. “I’m sorry Daehwi was insensitive tonight.”

“I don’t blame him, for someone his age this must seem like a nightmare.”

You chuckled softly. “I’m with Sohyun, if I was lucky enough to be taught by you, I’d lap it up.”

“Would you now?” he asked, looking up at your smiling face. You nodded brightly and Minhyun placed a chaste kiss on your lips before settling back onto your shoulder. “At least you would like my lessons.”

“I learned a lot from you when you taught him last time. In fact, if you hadn’t taught him…”

“We wouldn’t be looking at marriage in the near future, huh?” Minhyun finished off, smiling warmly as he thought of the happy prospect of the next step in life, fingering the ring he had placed on your hand affectionately. He faltered then, letting out a small groan when Daehwi’s face reappeared in his troubled thoughts. “I don’t want Daehwi to hate me.”

“How can he? He loves you as much as I love Sohyunnie. We’re a family, Min.”

“What should I do then? I can’t do what he wants, it’s my turn to teach this age group,” he mentioned and you brushed Minhyun’s hair away from his face, leaning in to kiss him softly.

“Don’t change it. He’ll be fine.”

With the way Daehwi was glaring at Minhyun on the first day of school, he wondered if your advice had been the right choice. He had removed the evidence of any family portraits from his desk, ensuring there was nothing that would upset Daehwi further. In this classroom, he was Mr Hwang, not his impending step-father. He had always remained professional with all his students and he wouldn’t change that just because he was engaged to you. Just as he had when he was dating you and teaching Daehwi a couple of years ago, he would maintain the barrier between professional and personal lives maturely.

He just hoped Daehwi would find it in himself to do the same thing eventually.

“Isn’t Mr Hwang dating your Mum, Hwi-ah?” Woojin murmured when morning break was called and his friend glanced at his teacher with round eyes, the panic clear from across the room. Minhyun went to move but then Daehwi turned back to Woojin, rolling his eyes.

“Unfortunately,” he replied flippantly, causing Minhyun’s heart to crumble at the edges.

Maybe the stigma of being in his class would be too much for Daehwi after all.

Minhyun grew anxious over teaching his students. The first week was awkward, with it soon established with all the children that Daehwi was in fact at an advantage.

Or in a particular child’s eyes, a great disadvantage.

In the second week of school, Daehwi refused to ride to school in the same car with Sohyun and Minhyun. You told Minhyun that you would talk with him about it and for now would bring him to school on your way to work. He tried not to let Daehwi’s attitude break his spirit completely, but Minhyun felt more exhausted at the end of each school day.

The only thing keeping him going was that despite it all, Daehwi didn’t once stop coming to school, and he continued to put in a great amount of effort with his school work.

The first assignment for the term was to write a page about what was most important to the student. Minhyun expected a varying of answers, some children would list off their favourite possessions or a sport they enjoyed. But he knew most students would mention a little about their family as well.

“Has everyone handed in their assignments?” Minhyun addressed the class, smiling brightly. The majority nodded or shouted a positive answer back and he chuckled, pointing to the door to the room. “Then you can be excused. Have a great weekend everyone!”

The noise in the room grew louder as chairs scraped across the floor and the classroom emptied out into the afternoon sun.

All apart from one student. Minhyun glanced up from the equipment he was tidying to see the piece of paper thrust in his face. “Oh Daehwi, is this your assignment?”

With ears crimson and a quick nod of his head, he let go of the paper, mumbling a goodbye before speeding out of the room.

Reaching down for the assignment, Minhyun took it over to his desk, planning on leaving it there to mark when he was done packing up, but a sentence jumped out and caught his attention, his body blindly folding to sit in his chair as he hurried back to the top to read what was written. By the time he finished, he brushed aside his tears, looking at the door.

Minhyun gathered up the assignments and put them in his bag, dashing out of the building and to the parking lot, where his hurried steps stopped, finding Daehwi waiting awkwardly by his car. He knew that Sohyun had gymnastics practise today and you would pick her up on the way home from work. But lately, your son had been catching the bus home and going to his grandparents until Minhyun or you were home.

He hadn’t been prepared to find the boy waiting for him.

Without saying anything, Minhyun unlocked the car, and both of them got into it, pulling out of the school lot and heading for home. Minhyun didn’t know what to say, his emotions were all over the place. He wondered if Daehwi would even want to talk about it.

It was Daehwi who spoke up first. “Did… did you read it?”

“I have.”

Silence filled the car once again.

“Will you tell Mum about it?” he eventually asked and Minhyun glanced briefly at the nervous child beside him and then back at the road.

“Do you not want me to?”

“Are you going to do what I want you to?”

Minhyun hesitated to answer, before nodding. “I will, for you.”

“Then you can tell her,” Daehwi announced, going back to looking out the car window.

Minhyun remained on tenterhooks until you arrived home, his eyes peeling for yours as soon as Sohyun opened the front door. You seemed equally as wired when you found Daehwi home already. After placing a gentle kiss on Minhyun’s cheek, you went over to your son. “Do you know how worried I was when I got a phone call from Grandpa about you not getting off the school bus today?! What happened?”

Daehwi glanced over at Minhyun before returning his focus to yours. “…Dad brought me home.”

“W-what?” you breathed, following Daehwi’s stare back to Minhyun. “Dad, as in…”

Minhyun nodded, clearing his throat unsteadily. Sohyun looked around the room and then gasped noisily. “Are you calling my Dad your Dad too?!”

This seemed to break the emotionally charged atmosphere completely. “Well, you call my Mum your Mum!”

“Yeah, because she is going to be my Mum!”

“And he’s going to be my Dad too! Don’t be so greedy!” Daehwi bit back and started chasing Sohyun around, both children exclaiming they wouldn’t refer to each other as siblings adamantly.

Coming over to Minhyun’s side with tears welling in your eyes, you slid your arms around his waist and leaned in. “What brought this all on?”

“Daehwi chose this. He wrote in his assignment that the most important thing he had in his world was you, and then us. That he was the happiest knowing that he would have a Dad who cared about him and couldn’t wait to call me his Dad proudly.”

“Oh my God,” you breathed, and Minhyun chuckled, his tears falling into your hair as he hugged you tightly. “I thought he was struggling with the idea of you being his teacher, not what your true role in his life was.”

“It took me just as long as you to figure this out,” he commented, looking over at the younger pair now hugging and giggling about being a proper family soon.

Minhyun had always thought that having Sohyun in his world was enough. But watching as his new family was growing attached to the idea of being officially just that made him realise that this was exactly what he had hoped for since he met you and Daehwi two years ago.

He felt like the luckiest man in the world.

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THROWS fanfic at Count Lucanor tag before running away in fear of being seen.

I wrote this at like 9-10 am after staying up all night long and I do not know how to write and this is rooted so deep in headcanon that I will die of sheer embarrassment from having interests and writing. Also kinda rushed because I started getting way too self conscious midway through oop. B nice to me ok bye Ahhhh-

Nights without much going on in terms of the trial were nice enough, he supposed. Quiet, calm, and no unnecessary death at the hands of some blasted old man’s curse. Usually, peaceful nights like this were spent in his room, conversing with his closest friend and most trusted castle official, but tonight had been...a little off for the kobold. He was much more lost in his own head, leaned back against the bed as he stared blankly at the ceiling above.

He could hear The Camerlengo speaking, rambling about whatever was on the very strange man’s mind that day, but for the love of it all Patronio could not make out a single word of it, too focused on his own mind. Tonight’s worry was just how much the world had changed since this awful, awful curse had befallen the castle. The jester sighed softly to himself. This was never how he had imagined things would end up, cast aside by the rest of the world and put in-charge of some horrid ‘tests’ that did little more than dismember anyone who would dare take part in them.

It just wasn’t fair. He was in a time period far, far from his own, and completely unable to even take part in a single activity, nor know a single soul outside of the castle. Just how much had passed by? Advanced? While he was here to rot away, forgotten.

The sudden quiet of the room caught his attention, causing Patronio to let out a confused hum in response.

“You are not listening!” The Camerlengo’s loud, boisterous voice sounded out in the small room, “You know one person cannot have a reasonable conversation with themselves!”

The kobold chuckled, keeping his eyes steady at the dusty ceiling, “Sorry...I’m sorry, really. I’m listening now.”

“You are not!” The tall monster of a man snapped back, pointing a finger into the jester’s side, “The Camerlengo would like to know why you are ignoring him!”

Patronio squealed from the clawed jab to his ribs, squirming away, “I’m just- a little lost in thought is all. I’m sorry my dear friend, truly, it was not my intention.”

“Oh!”

And then it was quiet again. Uncomfortably so for the jester, causing him to sit up and see just what exactly his friend was doing. He blinked once or twice when he noticed the other’s eyes directly on him.

“Well! What is it you are thinking about?” The Camerlengo grinned, “That could be a good conversation piece!”

Patronio sighed heavily, pressing his fingers down into the soft paw-like pad in the middle of his palm, waving his other hand dismissively, “No, no, it’s really nothing interesting. What were you trying to tell me again, something about the garden?”

His friend’s eyes narrowed slightly, placing his hands on his hips in a disappointed manner as he spoke, “Well! He thinks you keep far too much to yourself lately! Very unlike you, Jester.”

Rolling his eyes – though with a lack of pupils, the action was mostly pointless- the kobold sighed heavily. He knew how this would go, this was a common pattern the two had gone through many times before. If The Camerlengo was set on something, it was rare for him to ever give up on the subject. Something he could admire in the tall man’s work, but something he’d utterly loathe when it came to things he’d much rather keep to himself.

“I don’t have a choice here, do I?” Patronio half hissed, flopping onto his back once more, resting his hand on his cheek with a puff.

“Not if you are going to be so gloomy and distant, no!”

He groaned in response.

“Besides, it is not a good idea to hide things! You know this. What else would friends be for?”

He hated when the other was right like that.

“...Fine,” the jester huffed, “You win.”

Quiet for a moment. Then two.

“Well?” The Camerlengo prodded, “Are you to talk or not, Jester?”

Nope, no getting out of this. Patronio loathed the serious conversations about emotions and fear...They were never any fun at all and only reminded him of the harshness of the situation the castle had been tossed in. With another annoyed groan, he began with the first thing on his mind.

“...A lot of time has passed, you know,” He blinked at the ceiling. When had he last dusted up there?, “The towns and world we once knew is now….very different. Yet, we are still stuck in the same days as before this wretched curse.”

He expected a quip or two, or something stupid and unrelated to be uttered from his friend, but for once found disappointment when no words were spoken. Great, he was simply listening. Why did he have to be quiet now, of all times? Discussions like this were not the kobold’s favorite! He knew this, right?

Of course he did, Patronio realized. That was exactly why he was silent, knowing the small blue creature would leap at any small opportunity to push this awkward conversation aside and change the subject. Blasted.

He gripped his cloak tight, thumb running across the slightly worn fabric as he continued, “I’m unsure how much has changed, what with being bound to this castle and forest. It is frightening to know that I-...That all of us have been forgotten to time. We have nothing to bind us to this timeline, no one to...remember who we were.”

Balling his fist, he fought back the crack he felt coming in his voice, “Is it not cruel, to be cursed to forever roam in a world that does not need you? Only to exist as a pawn for a game that no one, not even the one ‘in control’ can win? Isn’t it cruel to have caught all the innocents in it as well, forcing them to look to a lonely, foolish court jester for their guidance?”

“Jester-”

“And isn’t it just awful? Awful to know that after being forced into this terrible leadership, that everyone who has died blames you? And that-...if you really think about it, it is all true after all? But what are you supposed to do then, let down everyone else whom wishes not to be apart of this curse? Doom them to an enteral prison because you don’t want to be blamed? Selfish! Selfish to become so cowardly! Perhaps you are deserving of your shame then!” His voice had raised without realizing it, hissing and spitting his self-anger freely, “Yes! Cower away dear fool, cower away and let others die as you lie to their faces about these trials!”

Was he crying? Patronio felt like he was crying. It hurt.

“Jester! Jester...” He simply whined when The Camerlengo’s thumb brushed his face, wiping off the cascade of tears he was now very, very aware of, “What has gotten into you?”

“...I...I never asked for this,” the kobold murmured, shoving the other’s hand off himself, “I never wanted this! I am merely a jester-….How could one ask me to just let others die? I only wanted-...I wanted to bring joy.”

“...He knows, Jester,” It was always strange when the tall man was quiet, soft spoken even, “The Camerlengo knows you are not to blame for this curse.”

“Yes, I know you understand that,” He grumbled, shoving the hand away once more, “Knowing so many people’s blood is on your hands however-...”

“But it is not! You know that. You did not….cause this.”

“But I continue to go along with it.”

“For the sake of the castle, yes? The Jester is no coward, he is only doing what has been forced on him!”

“...Hm,” Patronio sighed in half acknowledgment, “Yes, this is…for everyone...”

“Then why blame yourself so harshly? He...does not see the reason to.”

“I know, I know my friend,” He hummed, “Not much ever makes sense, does it?”

“No, not often.”

“...I’m aware this is no fault of my own. I suppose it’s just morphed into guilt due to well...I am the “face” of this entire operation now, since The Count’s death.”

“Ah...He sees, then.”

Quietness took over again, mixed with the heavy breathing of the previously sobbing kobold. Why had it gotten quiet again? He didn’t like it. Would he just speak already? This-

“Augh!” Patronio hissed, feeling himself quickly lifted from his very comfortable spot, “Let me go!”

The small male thrashed wildly from being so suddenly grabbed, slowly turning into small squirms as he was firmly pressed against his friend’s chest in a hug. A half growl escaped him, dying off in his throat as a hand gently rubbed the back of his head.

“...Do you still want to be let go, Jester?”

He puffed a bit, gripping The Camerlengo’s coat in his hands tightly, “...No. But do warn me before you do that! I don’t appreciate being grabbed like that.”

“Well! You looked like you needed a hug, so The Camerlengo decided to help with that!” The tall man smugly smiled.

Settling further in his friend’s arms, the kobold just let out a soft ‘eugh’ in response, squinting when he was met with a loud laugh. Whatever, this was fine.

“You worry of being forgotten?”

“...We already have been, my friend. There is not a soul left to remember any of us here.”

“Hm, well that certainly can’t be right!”

Patronio arched his eyebrow in confusion, “What do you mean by that? Years- Centuries have passed.”

“We are still here, are we not?”

“...Yes?”

“Simple! We remember eachother, yes? He remembers you, you remember The Camerlengo! We are not forgotten then.”

“Hah...” The kobold snickered once, slowly elevating into a full laugh, “Yes, yes...Of course we remember each other, you strange man! We’re friends, after all.”

“Well then! Someone remembers you, then! And therefore, someone does not blame you either!”

His giggling continued, rubbing his face further against his friend’s coat, realizing perhaps he truly did need this conversation after all. The other’s laughter joining in only heightened the strange joy the silly words had brought the kobold.

“See, you see? The Jester is very good at bringing joy!”

He snorted, squeezing just a little harder, “Stop, you’re going to make me cry again...You goof...”

[alphawitchnyxx]

We Meet Again

A/N: So, this is my first Witcher fic ever. It is kind of a Part 2 to this fic by the lovely @witchernonsense, who was very kind and gave me their permission to write & post this. You’ll want to read that fic first so you understand the relationship between the OC, Nyxx, and Geralt in this story. I used the Netflix series’ official map guide for the locations I mention, if you want to know where this story is taking place.

Summary: It’s been years since Nyxx has seen the Witcher from the woods. He’s a distant memory that she’s moved past. At least, she thought she had until the day when the White Wolf came knocking on her door.

Characters: Geralt, OC, Jaskier (he’s there but has no real part in any of this)

Pairings: Geralt x OC

Word Count: 2,712

Warnings: Blood, smut, femdom, orgasm denial (male), multiple orgasms, teasing, begging, deep emotional conversations, some slight ooc!Geralt, happy endings for everyone.

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It had been 13 years since Nyxx had encountered the White Wolf in the woods, poisoned and bleeding out. She saved his life and in return used his body as if he was a whore she had rented for the evening. Most of the finer details of that night had since faded from her memory, but the sex she had that night had been the best of her life, and she had been alive for decades.

After that night, Nyxx decided to try to settle down rather than roam the continent, lest she find herself face to face with Geralt of Rivia again. She spent a few years living in Lyria, making a living caring for the Lord that lived there. After the Lord was killed in a duel, she left her little hut outside of the city and headed north, choosing to settle in a small village in the foothills of the Blue Mountains just to the north of Ard Carraigh. The village wasn’t much, about 30 houses and farms, an inn, a fairly large stable building, and a few shops. The villagers paid her generously for her work. Her reputation as a powerful mage and just as powerful healer had preceded her to the village and the villagers were more than willing to pay her to stay with them, as she was just as equipped to treat a broken limb as she was to aid with magical needs. Settling down meant that she could earn the trust of the villagers she lived amongst, as some of them were still wary of her and her power.

She spent most of her days in her home that was nestled at the edge of their town right against the mountains. Due to their location, they didn’t get many travellers except for those coming into the kingdom from Yspaden or Blaviken, and even they didn’t hang around long, so most of her days were spent in her hut alone, tending to her garden or brewing new potions and elixirs. It wasn’t as exciting as being a court mage or a healer in a large city like Cintra or Cidaris, but it was comfortable. It was quiet, peaceful, and above all, it was what she wanted.

She was out in her small stable, tending to her new horse that she purchased after her beloved gelding Captain passed away. This new horse was a gorgeous blue roan stallion named Briond that had been well broke and was surprisingly calm under her hand, unlike the cantankerous gelding who preceded him. She was refilling his water well when he started snorting and pawing the ground, ears flicking back. Something was outside and it was agitating him. She placed a reassuring hand on his neck before unsheathing the small dagger she carried on her hip. Her left hand glowed green with magic, ready to be unleashed. She crept around the wall of the stable and froze when she nearly ran into the one person she never thought she’d ever see again.

“And here I thought I’d never see you again, Geralt of Rivia,” Nyxx said coyly, resheathing her dagger and calming her magic.

“Please help my friend,” came the witcher’s gravelly voice, worry laced into the syllables. He motioned towards a smaller man who was slumped against her stoop, hands pressed against a large gash in his side. Nyxx looked deep into his amber eyes, searching for any sign that he was trying to deceive her.

“Come in,” she said, motioning towards the door. She rushed in ahead of him, clearing off her table. “Remove his shirt and lay him here, then get out of my way” she said, fluttering about her kitchen, pulling medical supplies and bottles off the shelves and laying them out.

Geralt did as he was told. “His name is Jaskier.”

Nyx nodded, holding a bottle up to the light. “Go stable your horse and bathe, I will work on your friend,” she said to Geralt before turning to the bard. “Jaskier? My name is Nyxx, I will heal you. It may sting, but I can assure you that you will survive.” She looked back up at Geralt. “Go,” she ordered before starting her work.

Geralt left the small room, heading out to tend to Roach. He could hear Jaskier’s cries and whimpers from the stables and he sighs before placing Roach into the stable next to Briond, who moved over to sniff at her over the stall. Roach huffed at him before turning away to eat. Geralt chuckled to himself, of course Nyxx’s horse would try to flirt with Roach. He made sure Roach was settled before he began pacing outside the small hut. He paced for what felt like hours, but may have only been minutes, he wasn’t sure. After an eternity, Nyxx emerged, blood staining her pale blue dress and her hands, motioning him inside. “He’s resting now,” she said, her soft voice laced with relief. “He barely made it.”

Geralt took in the sight before him. The table and floors were coated with blood, empty bottles were strewn about and there was a bitter scent to the air. “Thank you for saving him,” he said, voice quiet.

“How did you find me here, witcher?” Nyxx hissed as she went about cleaning up. “I’ve taken great care to stay hidden since leaving Lyria.”

“We were headed up to Kaer Morhen in search of information there that may help me with...something. We were just south of here when Jaskier got jumped by bandits while I was gathering firewood. I rushed him into town asking for the healer. They pointed me here. I didn’t know it was you, mage, that they were sending me to,” he spat, the word bitter on his tongue. “If there was someone else that I could’ve taken him to, I would have, believe me.”

Nyxx turned, placing a hand on his chest. “What’s wrong, was our last meeting not...satisfying enough for you?” There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes and Geralt could feel his blood rushing south.

“Oh, it was plenty satisfying,” he said, grabbing her wrist and pressing his lips to her palm. “Now, it seems like once again you’ve helped me at a time when I seem to be a bit short of coin to repay you with,” he said, his other hand reaching around to grasp at her waist.

“I do believe we can arrange something, Geralt of Rivia,” Nyxx purred, her hand grasping at his hardening cock. She laughed when he moaned softly, her fingers loosening the laces at the front of his pants. “Come, Geralt, you owe me payment.” She pulled away and sauntered towards her bedroom, untying her dress as she went.

Geralt followed her, slamming the door of her bedroom shut and fastening the latch. He turned to where Nyxx was already laying naked on the bed, her tanned skin shining in the sunlight streaming through the window. He quickly stripped down, his fully-erect member already leaking. “I forgot how gorgeous you are,” he said, reaching out to grab her.

“Ah-ah Geralt. I’m in charge around here, remember?” She stood, raising her hand and conjuring up some thick ropes that wound around Geralt’s wrists and ankles, binding him to the bed. “Now, be a good witcher and don’t break my bed frame,” she said, her teeth grazing his ear. She watched as he flexed against the bindings, groaning when they refused to yield.

“Why must you do this to me?” he asked, eyes following her as she dug through a drawer for something.

“Because you have the stamina to actually satiate me and I want to make sure I get my coins’ worth out of you and your massive cock,” she said, holding up a small vial with liquid as blue as the sky swirling inside. “Drink this.”

Geralt cocked an eyebrow. “Why?”

“It’s a stamina booster. Specifically, it’s an aphrodisiac. It’ll keep you going until I’m done with you,” she said with a smirk, popping the cork out of the vial and placing it at Geralt’s lips. “Drink.”

Geralt sighed before opening his mouth and allowing the sweet liquid to slide down his throat. Almost instantly, he felt his body grow warm and his penis throb and bounce against his torso. “Fuck,” he growled, hips shifting on the bed as he searched for contact.

“You’re mine now,” Nyxx said, running her nails gently along Geralt’s monstrous length, giggling as it throbbed and leaked under her hand. She gripped him tight and stroked him fast, unrelenting as he came over her hand. She could feel him throb in her grasp, eager for more.

“Fu...fuck Nyxx. I want...I need...more,” Geralt keened, his muscles straining against the ropes.

“Tsk tsk, Geralt, have you forgotten your manners already? Looks like you need to be taught again.” She quickly straddled his hips, grinding her dripping pussy against him, the sensitive tip of his cock rubbing against her clit. She pressed herself down against his hips, both of them moaning at the contact. Geralt tried to rut against her and she promptly lifted off of him, her fingers moving to stimulate her clit as her orgasm washed over her, her juices washing onto his chest. “Oh fuck,” she breathed out. Below her Geralt whined and pulled at the binds.

“Nyxx….please….I beg of you...please.”

“There’s that magic word,” Nyxx said with a grin, wasting no time in sinking down on him, his massive member filling her to the brim. She began bouncing in his lap, her hips rutting against his, the sharp definition of his hip bones applying just enough pressure to her clit to be pleasurable. It took almost no time at all for Nyxx to reach her climax again, her walls milking Geralt of his second orgasm. She pulled off of him, leaning down to wrap her lips around Geralt’s still-leaking member, pointing her dripping cunt towards his face. “Eat me out,” she commanded.

Geralt didn’t need to be told twice as he pressed his tongue inside of her, lapping up the mixture of his seed and her juices as though he would die if he didn’t. He felt her clench around him and he moaned, the vibrations making her hum happily around his cock. She took him deep into her throat, her nose brushing against the wispy white hairs at his base. She hummed happily, her nails tracing mindless trails over his balls. The ticklish contact ripped Geralt’s third orgasm from him. Nyxx swallowed his seed down, pressing her cunt to Geralt’s face as his tongue pulled her orgasm from her. She slid off of him, waving her hand over the bed and releasing the bonds from Geralt’s body. She whispered something in Elder Speak and Geralt’s cock softened.

“Thank you for that, Geralt,” Nyxx said, waving her hand around, casting a gentle spell to tidy them both up.

“Thank you for saving my bard,” Geralt replied as he flexed his wrists and ankles.

“Of course. I am a healer, it’s my job. Now, I have but one final request, if you’ll indulge me?”

Geralt looked at her, eyebrow cocked. “And what would that be?”

“Spend the night with me here, in my bed. I shall not ask for sex again, just...companionship. It gets lonely out here,” she replied, suddenly feeling sheepish as she looked away from the witchers’ golden eyes.

“As you wish, my lady. I think that I owe you at least that much,” he said, moving to make space for her on the bed.

Nyxx crawled into the bed, facing the witcher who was suddenly not close enough for her tastes. She pressed her chest to his, relishing in the warmth of his body and the slow beat of his heart. She gently traced over some of his scars, her fingers idly moving to the large one on his thigh from the wyvern in the woods all those years ago.

“You could stay, you know,” she whispered. “You and the bard, Jaskier.”

“Hmm,” grumbled Geralt. “I don’t think we could. The villagers may trust you, but this near to Blaviken I am not exactly welcomed.”

“Fuck Blaviken. Fuck all those who cannot see that you do more good for this damn continent than anyone else,” Nyxx swore, her brown eyes flashing dangerously.

“Nyxx...I’m not...settling down isn’t for me. I’m not….domesticated.” The word rolled off his tongue like a curse, and he closed his eyes. “I’m a mutant built to hunt monsters. I’m not…” his voice trailed off quietly as his fingers gently ran through her black hair.

“But what if...what if we could be different? Look at us, Geralt. Two anomalies in a world that fears us both. You, the White Wolf, the great Geralt of Rivia, born of Kaer Morhen to fight monsters and to rid the world of the darkness that constantly threatens to consume us all. Me, the girl born marked by the moon, destined to be great, and abandoned by Aretuza when I wasn’t strong enough to ascend but too strong to become a conduit. We’re the same person,” Nyxx whispered, her hand resting above Geralts’ heart.

“Nyxx… I know what you’re thinking. But me, staying here…I’d hurt you every time I left,” Geralt said with a sigh. “My lifestyle...it doesn’t make for….attachments.”

“And yet you travel with Jaskier the bard at your side.”

“Jaskier is...different.”

Nyxx raised her eyebrow. “Of course he is. He’s human, Geralt. And I know you’ll deny it but deep down, under the white hair and the amber eyes and the mutations, you’re a human too.”

“I was a human. Kaer Morhen and Vesemir took that away from me with the Trials. They stripped me of my humanity to turn me into a monster.”

Nyxx grabbed his face and held it firmly in her hands, the gentle green glow of her magic lighting up their faces. “Now you listen to me, Geralt of Rivia. I can feel your humanity. I feel your heart beating, I’ve seen you bleed, I’ve heard you breathe. You are just as mortal as Jaskier is, only it’s harder to take your mortality from you. You are as human as I am.”

A smile danced at the corners of Geralt’s face as he took her hands in his. “Okay, Nyxx. I will honor your request as part of my payment to you for saving Jaskier’s life today. I will stay with you for as long as you will have me, but I will still spend time killing monsters as I am sworn to do.”

Nyxx smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I would never ask you to stop being a Witcher, Geralt. But I would very much prefer to be able to see you more often than once a decade, and I would prefer even more if I could see you when neither you, nor Jaskier, nor any other traveling companions you may pick up, are on death’s doorstep.”

“I can not promise you that I will return unharmed every time.”

“And I can promise you that every time you come home to me I will be ready to patch you back together.”

“Will every injured home-coming result in sex like tonight? Because if so I may get hurt more often,” Geralt said with a smirk.

“Not a chance, witcher,” she joked playfully. “These last two times were payment for two life debts. Anything after tonight is free of payment in exchange for having you here with me,” Nyxx said with a smile, her fingers tracing along Geralt’s jawline.

“Then I swear to always come back to you,” he replied, his calloused hand resting in the small of Nyxx’s back. She closed her eyes and practically melted into his arms.

“I’ll hold you to that, Geralt,” Nyxx said, her eyes fluttering shut as she began to fall asleep.

“I’m counting on it,” Geralt whispered, gently pressing his nose into her hair. “Sleep, my little mage.”

“Hmm.” Nyxx curled up to his chest, his slow and steady heartbeat lulling her to sleep quickly. Geralt followed soon after, enjoying the most peaceful sleep he had had in weeks.

____________________________________________________________ A/N: There it is, I hope you enjoyed it. If you liked it and would like to commission me to write something for you, I have a Ko-Fi page set up. Thank you for taking the time to read this <3

[queenofeden]

Day 17: Strength/Muscle Appreciation

Pairing: Nadia Satrinava/Julian Devorak/Female Apprentice

Word Count: 964

Summary:

Laurel has never been one to consider herself delicate or small, but she feels so in Julian's arms.

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Laurel has never been one to consider herself delicate or small, but she feels so in Julian's arms. He lifts her easily, her long legs thrown over his forearms while hands, calloused and rough from years of ropes and handling things far heavier than she, grip her ass to drive her down onto his waiting cock. Julian hardly needs to thrust, manipulating her body by sheer strength alone. The muscles of his back flex beneath her hands, shoulders bunching, coiling, slick and shining with sweat with every punishing drive of her hips against his. 

His fingers threaten to leave bruises, he grips her so tightly, afraid of letting her fall even with her arms wrapped solidly around his neck. Selfishly, she hopes that they do, wants to see the blooms of his fingerprints across her ass and thighs the next morning, even if seeing them will make him frown and fawn over her in apology - a reminder of just how strong he really is.

She pants his name directly into his ear, whispers bitten-off encouragements about how good the stretch of his cock feels in her ass, pleading for him to come inside her, to fill her up.

“Julian -- ah, please,” she begs, breath stuttered as he pumps her up and down, practically using her body to fuck himself. The friction against her clit isn’t enough, the quick drag against his abdomen. She wants to come, clenches around his unrelenting cock, but though she drags a rough moan from his throat, she cannot find her own release like this, much as she wants to. “Please, can you touch me? Please -- I need--”

“I’d have to--” he grunts, breath hot and damp against her neck. He licks the sweat from her collarbone. “Ah -- I’d have to put you down. Do you want that?”

Laurel whines, digging her nails into the corded muscles of his neck, up into his sweat soaked hair. She clings, and petulant tears spring to her the corners of her eyes. “N-no. Fuck!”

"Let me," comes Nadia's voice, her cool hands suddenly petting over Laurel's shoulders, winding over her arms to break the near choke hold she kept on Julian's neck. “Come here, my darling.” 

Julian’s hands slide to her hips, her lower back, and for a moment it feels as though Laurel is falling in slow motion. In reality, Nadia guides her back down with gentle, secure arms under her armpits. Nadia holds her, suspended between the two of them like a bridge, arching over nothing but air with only their combined power keeping her aloft. Nadia’s hands come to cup Laurel’s breasts, toying and teasing her nipples so that she squirms against their unfaltering grip.

“Nadi?” Laurel gasps, her sex-addled brain still struggling to keep up.

“I’m here, I’ve got you,” Nadia tells her, sweetly kissing her temple even as her fingers pinch and tweak with cruel pressure.

Julian thrusts now, the angle different, deeper, the pace of his hips quicker, more frantic as he uses his new leverage to pound into her. Laurel’s hands twitch and grip at Nadia's wrists, nails digging in crescents. The burden of her shoulders and head are supported solely by Nadia's chest, solid as a wall behind her, taking her weight effortlessly so that Julian can shift her legs, one over his shoulder to free his arm so that he can reach between her legs and at last -- finally -- touch her clit.

Laurel keens, head thrown back against Nadia’s shoulder. Those rough fingers stroke her almost too-sensitive clit as Julian continues to fuck into her. Her asshole burns from the stretch, her clit thrums under his expert touch, and her breasts ache from Nadia’s terrible, perfect fingers. The arousal inside her builds from not enough to too much seemingly all at once. It crashes over her like a rogue wave. Laurel bucks and strains in their twin grips, the feeling of nothing but air beneath her back strange, frightening, exciting. 

Julian stills as best he can, hips continually twitching forward, fucking into her with shallow thrusts like he can’t help himself, his breath shuddering. 

“Nngh -- Julian, please don’t stop, Julian, please,” Laurel begs, still twitching out the last of her orgasm. Nadia’s grip keeps Laurel from pressing down onto him, laughing into the rat’s nest of Laurel’s hair.

“Aren’t you going to come inside her, Julian? She wants you to ever so badly.”

He huffs, eyes flashing up to Nadia’s, molten and wild. Then he grins, teeth taking up nearly half his face like the pointed curve of a scythe, a hangnail moon, and grinds his hips against Laurel’s ass. A few more pumps and it’s over for him as well; he curses, biting into the muscle of Laurel’s shin where it rests, close to his jaw.

Laurel gasps at the hot spill of him inside her, stretching against Nadia’s grip, eyes fluttering open and closed in tandem with her mouth, making silent pleas against Nadia’s throat.

He doesn’t slip out of her, but instead presses deeper, even closer, maneuvering her legs down around his hips so that he can bring the three of them chest to back to chest, Laurel pinned between the heat of both of their bodies at once as they continue to hold her aloft.

“I’d say she liked that,” Julian quips, still breathing heavily. A single bead of sweat trails down from his forehead, getting lost in his sideburns.

Laurel feels Nadia laugh before she hears it. “Safe to assume you did as well.”

With a contented sigh, Laurel winds one of her arms around Julian’s broad shoulders again, the other reaching up behind to sink into Nadia’s hair. “You’ll both be the death of me, I swear it,” she says, and she smiles, feeling quite like she’s floating.

[taehyungiestummy]

Return to Paradise -- Chapter Fourteen

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         I wake up with my back flush against Taehyung’s chest. His arms wrapped around my stomach, and a leg is draped over my own. Something hard is pushed up against my butt.

         “Taehyung, let go of me,” I wiggle around in his grasp.

         “Ah,” Taehyung moans out.

         “Whoa,” I stop my movement, my face heating up. It is too early for this. Too damn early.

         “Jagi,” Taehyung’s morning voice wakes me up fully.

         “Tae, we have a problem. Well, you have a problem.”

         “What? Nothing is wrong,” he kisses my jaw.

         “Yes, there is,” I wiggle around to prove my point.

         “Oh,” Taehyung tires to hold back a moan and fails.

         “I’m dying of embarrassment, but I can’t help but like those sounds. Gah, why did I say that?”

         “Shut up,” he grumbles. “This happens sometimes. I just need to pee.”

         “Oh, so your, thing is what is hard,” I choke out, wanting to disappear.

         “Yes, my dick is hard. Partly because of you being all up on me.”

         “Then let me scoot away.”

         “No,” he whines.

         “Yes, Taehyung, go pee and then come back.”

         “Fine,” he groans, releasing me and jumping out of bed. “Don’t look, I’ll be right back.”

         I accidently catch a glance as Taehyung rushes out of his room, causing my cheeks to heat up even more.

         I take a few deep breaths and then chuckle, sitting up in his bed and looking around the room.

         Clothes are scattered across the floor; a desk is cluttered with papers, books, and a laptop. Some stuffed animals are over in a corner. The sun is trying its hardest to shine through the closed curtains. I can’t believe that last night a terrible storm was blowing through, and now it is a peaceful morning.

         “Problem solved,” Taehyung walks back into his room, clothes in his arms. “These are yours, by the way.” He places the clothes on the end of his bed. “It’s actually late morning, so you should probably get ready.”

         “Man, no more cuddles,” I pout.

         “We will cuddle a lot during July,” he walks over to me, kissing just my bottom lip. “Come on, I’ll show you to the bathroom.”

         “So demanding,” I giggle, sliding out of his bed.

         “I am the man,” he teasingly smirks.

         I reach up and ruffle his already mess hair, “Such a cute man. You can’t always tell me what to do, though.”

         “I protected you last night,” he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Did you forget that?”

         “Taehyung,” I gasp. “Put me down. How can you carry me?”

         “You are light, and I am strong, that’s how. Also, I’m taking you to the bathroom.” His hand gently connects with my butt. “My clothes look amazing on you, if I might add.”

         “I can’t believe you right now,” I groan, covering my face with my hands.

         “Don’t you want me to be like this sometimes? Or am I mistaken?”

         “I mean, yes, but it is so sudden. Just take me to the bathroom.”

         Taehyung walks out of his room and heads down the hall.

         “Good morning, Yoongi-hyung,” Taehyung happily says.

         I pull my hands away from my face. “Yoongi, help me,” I giggle.

         “You seem to be in no trouble,” Yoongi walks around to be face-to-face with me. “Little one, did Taehyung protect you?”

         “He did. He’s a man, you know?”

         Yoongi chuckles, “Sure he is.”

         “We have places to be, hyung,” Taehyung says.

         “Fine, I’ll let you two go,” Yoongi cups my face with one hand. “You need to get your crazy hair under control.”

         “I’ll do my best,” I smile.          Yoongi leans in and kisses my cheek, “Have I told how cute you are?”

         “Have I told you that you are getting soft around me?”

         “Just for you. I can’t help it,” he pulls his hand away from my face. “See you two later,” he nods and walks away.

         Taehyung continues to the bathroom, setting me down on the toilet. “I will be back,” he places my clothes on the counter. “Just use my shower things. Middle shelf it mine.”

         I nod, “Thank you, Tae.”

         “No problem, princess.” He smiles before turning and walking out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

         Minutes later I am undressed and in the shower. It feels weird knowing the other boys have probably used this shower. It’s weird to be showering at the dorms at all.

         I get over being uncomfortable in a few minutes, singing as if I’m back at Nari’s. I am so into my thoughts I barely register the door opening.

         “Lovely singing, jagi,” Taehyung’s voice shocks me and I almost slip.

         “Taehyung, what are you doing?” I make sure the shower curtain is closed and the boy on the other side can’t see me.

         “Brushing my teeth,” he laughs. “This is my bathroom.”

         “I’m naked,” I take a few deep breaths.

         “I would hope so, since you are in the shower. Also, I can’t see you. Hey, how about we sing together?”

         “No Tae, not like this,” I sigh. “Can you just hurry up so I can get out?”

         “Yeah, I will. I just want to spend as much time as possible with you since you won’t be spending the day with us.”

         I laugh, “You are so dorky, but that is kind of cute.”

         “I try,” he laughs with me.

         “Hurry up though, I am turning into a prune in here.”

         “Okay, okay, I’m hurrying. I wish I was turning into a prune too.”

         “Such a pervert,” I roll my eyes. “Go back to being cute.”

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         “It’ll be like Thanksgiving tomorrow,” I smile as I set up the card table.

         “That’s a good way to put it,” Nari smiles as she mixes the brownie batter.

         “It’s a going away party, though,” Emily says. “We will miss you Nari.”

         “I’ll miss you girls,” Nari glances back at us. “Even if we already talked about it, and I gave you the rules, it doesn’t make it any easier.”

         “At least it is just a month,” I push the card table up next to the small dinning room table. Not nine months.”

         “Well, you will only be back here a few days after traveling. Then nine months again. I get to comfortable with you here, and I know that I shouldn’t because you leave before I realize it.”

         “Oh, yeah,” Emily begins pushing chairs up to our makeshift long table. “I don’t want to leave. The second time, that is.”

         “Just one more nine months,” I sigh. “Then we never have to leave here again.”

         “Still haven’t told your parents that plan, have you?” Nari asks.

         “No,” I answer. “I’m saving that for next year. I’ve only told Yoongi that we are moving over here, actually.”

         “That boy is good at keeping secrets.”

         “He made Taehyung a jealous boy,” Emily chuckles.

         “How?” Nari pours the brownie batter into a pan.

         “Tae asked a stupid question, like, if Yoongi kissed me,” I take a seat in one of the chairs Emily has set up around the table. “So, he did, kind of. He kissed the corner of my mouth. Barely on my lips.”

         “Ah, in a sibling way,” Nari nods, putting the brownies in the oven. “And Taehyung must have hated that.”

         “Yoongi was just teasing him, so I calmed him down,” I sigh. “There was no reason for him to jealous, and he knows it.”

         “With kisses, I’m guessing.”

         “Yes, a lot,” I giggle.

         “How was your sleepover?”

         “A lot of fun, actually,” Emily takes a seat in a chair next to me. “I feel ready for the month we get to spend with them.”

         “I agree,” I nod. “I feel much more ready for how they are going to be. It was like a trial run to see if the real thing would be good.”

         “I know we already went over rules, but please, if possible, call me every night before bed.” Nari walks over and pulls a chair out to sit on.

         “Of course,” Emily and I smile.

         “This is why you two are the best, and why I trust you to go on this adventure.”

         “I can’t wait to go swimming,” I clap a few times. “It will be so fun.”

         “Bikini’s all the time,” Emily pats my shoulder.

         “Eh, no,” I shake my head. “I also want to spend a lot of time with the maknae line. Park Jimin is such a kind soul.”

         “He is,” Nari softly smiles.

         “He is very nice to you,” Emily says. “I mean, they all are, but Jimin is different.”

         “Yeah, I know what you mean,” I nod. “He’s so cute and loving to the other members. Slowly the same is happening to us.”

         “How has Jin been?” Nari asks. “When we get together he focuses on me, but I want to know how he is with you two.”

         “He’s good,” I answer. “Seems very happy. In love, you may say.”

         “Oh, no,” Nari’s cheeks redden as she looks away. “Love, that’s such a feeling that is so strong and rare.”

         “I can see it in his eyes,” I say.

         “Yes, that man loves you,” Emily adds.

         “Do you love him?”

         “I mean, he’s the first person I have been in a serious relationship for a couple years now,” Nari runs a hand through her hair. “I don’t know this feeling. It probably is love, but I don’t know. It is hard to tell.”

         “Tell him, he no doubt feels the same,” I smile. “He’s such a sweetheart.”

         “Maybe tomorrow.”

         “Ah, it will be so cute,” Emily and I giggle.

         “Goodness, you two must be able to read minds,” Nari chuckles.

         “It does seem like that at times,” Emily says. “We can’t, though.”

         “But how cool would that be?” I grin.

         “Very cool, Amber,” Emily pats my head.

         “I just remembered something about last year.”

         “What would that be?” Nari chuckles.

         “Where is our dog?”

         Nari busts into laughs. “Ah, yes, I remember that.”

         “Oh, yeah,” Emily giggles. “That was something Amber asked for last year, but I thought it turned into Tae and her getting a dog.”

         “I just like dogs,” I pout. “And so does Tae.”

         “You two should totally get a dog together then,” Nari nods.

         “He already has a dog, that I want to meet. She, I think, lives with his parents. Soonsim is her name, and I don’t know the breed.”

         “If she lives with his parents, then you two will need a dog of your own,” Emily says. “Rescue one or two.”

         “You have a point.”

         “You can ask him if he wants a dog with you tomorrow,” Nari says.

         “So what does Emily have to ask or tell Namjoon?”

         “I’ll tell him not to touch anything and I’ll handle all his breakable items,” Emily answers.

         “He is very clumsy and breaks things often,” Nari says.

         “I am okay with that being what you tell him,” I chuckle. “Also, on an unrelated note, I think the brownies are done.”

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         “This all looks so yummy,” Jungkook smiles as the boys walking into the kitchen-dining room.

         “It smells amazing,” Seokjin smiles, giving Nari a kiss.

         “Please, everyone grab some food and take a seat,” I smile.

         Everyone walks around getting their food and drinks, and then we have to find seats. That takes a little bit more time than any of us would have like, but we figure it out. To my left at the head of the table, is Hoseok, and to my right at the head of the table is Jimin. Seokjin and Nari are across from me, and to their left is Namjoon and Emily. Taehyung is to my right, with Yoongi and Jungkook to my left.

         “Thank you girls for making this for us,” Namjoon says.

         “It is a nice way to spend a night together,” Yoongi says.

         “Food brings people together,” I shove rice and meat into my mouth with chopsticks.

         “I agree,” Taehyung follows my lead and shoves food into his mouth.

         “We haven’t done something like this since Amber’s birthday last year,” Nari says.

         “Oh yeah,” Jungkook says. “We can one up that party this year.”

         “I hope so,” I smile.

         “I can guarantee it,” Jimin says.

         “Anything you guys wan tot ask us?” Emily redirects the conversation.

         “Tell us about your families,” Hoseok speaks up.

         “That’s actually a good topic,” Nari smiles. “Who shall go first?”

         “I can,” Emily says. “Um, I am the oldest of my siblings. I have a younger brother, and two younger sisters. My parents had me out of wedlock, and I am the reason they got married. We have a few cats, and some fish. That’s really it,” she chuckles.

         “Oldest, hm?” Namjoon questions. “That’s why you kind of take care of Amber.”

         “I take care of myself, thank you,” I sass.

         “No, I take care of you,” Taehyung pushes some food into my mouth.

         “We all do, in some way,” Jimin says.

         “Amber is my best friend, so I do have to take care of her in a way,” Emily smiles. “But she takes care of me too.”

         “That’s sweet,” Seokjin says. “Amber, what is your family like?”

         “Oh, well, I am the middle child,” I take a sip of my water. “Of five kids. Older brother and sister, and then younger sister and brother, in that order, if that makes sense. Kind of crazy how it all happened. My parents are a bit crazy in that regard. We also have a dog. We have always had a dog, and my younger brother has some lizards. I grew up in such a loving household, and I am thankful that they let me come over here to experience that same kind of love in a different way.”

         “That’s good, I’m glad that is has been that way,” Taehyung kisses my cheek.

         “We always want to see you two smile,” Jungkook grins.

         “And you too, Nari,” Seokjin pops in.

         “This is why I am so glad we all met,” I smile, leaning into Taehyung.

         “Your turn, Nari,” Hoseok smiles.

         “Oh, yes,” Nari giggles. “Well, my parents are happily married, and proud of me and my little sister, Yuna. We have an old family dog and cat that are the best of friends. My dad is a doctor, so I grew up and got most of what I wanted.”

         “What does your sister do?” Yoongi asks.

         “Oh, Yuna,” Nari smiles, nodding a few times. “She’s a figure skater. She’s won a few times, so I guess she’s pretty good.”

         “Wait, are you talking about Yuna Moon?” I ask for clarification.

         “The one and only,” she chuckles. “I like to tease her all the time about how she still needs to get better.”

         “She is amazing!” I don’t mean to shout, but the excitement is hard to contain.

         “Oh, I know her,” Emily joins in. “Amber and I watched the 2014 Winter Olympics and saw her.”

         “Wait, that’s your sister?” Jimin is shocked.

         “Yes, the Olympic medalist is my sister,” Nari chuckles again. “Gold medal, and I never had a doubt.”

         “Her and Yuzuru Hanyu are the cutest,” I smile, sitting up.

         “As cute as us?” Taehyung pouts.

         “Well, they are really cute,” I poke his cheek.

         “I say tie, but you two might edge out because we know you,” Emily chuckles.

         “So, Yuna is pretty good at figure skating if she got gold,” Jungkook says.

         “South Korea’s best for the modern era, Kookie,” Namjoon answers. “She’s broken many records and won even more competitions.”

         “Plus, she’s dating a super cute and talented Japanese boy,” I add. “Which people were never surprised about, but now the media really plays it up. People want them to do couple skates, but they haven’t trained all their lives for that. Reminds me of me, since I am dating a super cute and talented boy.”

         “Yeah, I am super cute,” Taehyung grins.

         “Where is Yuna now?” Seokjin asks.

         “Probably training in Canada or Japan,” Nari shrugs. “Always with Yuzuru, no doubt. Goodness, we don’t talk as much as we used to. Both of us are so busy. I can’t remember the last time I saw her outside of a competition.”

         “July task, contact her,” I firmly nod, pointing at my cousin for a few seconds.

         “Okay, okay,” Nari chuckles. “I will do that. I promise.”

         “It is dessert time now?” Yoongi speaks up.

         I giggle, “I think so.”

         “Wait,” Emily holds up her hand for a moment. “You two have things to tell your boyfriends,” she points at Nari and then me. “I told Joonie not to hold anything he could break, so spill.”

         “Clumsy Namjoon,” Hoseok smirks.

         “Shut up,” Namjoon sighs.

         “I’ll go first,” I look up at Taehyung. “I want to raise a dog with you.”

         “Cute,” Jimin giggles.

         Taehyung looks down at me, a loving smile on his face. “I would love to raise a dog with you, jagi. Just more here,” he kisses my nose.

         “Yet another reason to move here,” Jungkook says in a sing-song way.

         I giggle, turning my gaze to Nari, “Now it is your turn.”

         Nari takes a deep breath, looking at Seokjin. “Jinnie, I’ve been thinking a lot about us, and I’ve realized something.”

         “What is it?” Seokjin looks at her, sounding a little scared.

         “Nothing bad, just how I feel about you. The girls made me realized it. Um, ah, I love you.”

         Seokjin smiles so big. “I love you too, Nari. For a while now. I’m so glad they set us up.”

         “Cute,” Hoseok giggles.

         “I agree,” Emily and I smile.

         “Now kiss,” Jimin laughs.

         Seokjin gives Nari a quick peck on the lips. “You are so sweet.”

         Nari smiles, a pink to her cheeks. “I try.”

         “That was nice and all,” Yoongi says. “But can we have dessert now?”          I laugh, leaning over into Yoongi. “Yes, we can have dessert. We made brownies, and you can pick your toppings. Hope you are all ready.”

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The fun starts next chapter as the traveling beginnings. Hope you enjoyed reading! :D

[my-moon-taeil]

NCT 127 members: thoughts, aura & vibes

Before starting I might explain what this consists of (obviously!) so everything is clearer. I was thinking about the members in NCT 127 and was wondering, simply, whom I’d truly get along with if I were to exist in the same spacious-temporal dimension; in other words, if I were to be friends with them (we may all have done that at some point, come on.). Anyhow, I wanted to share it here.

So you might understand why I say some things and why I’m feeling this or that way about each member, I might talk a bit about myself. I’m an INFJ, female, “feeling 22″ (sorry, I just cannot get this song out of my head). I’m perceptive, creative and quite confident in my skills. I am the mom friend™️, I like teaching others, helping, and showing the way. I am very sensible, empathetic, though I can be impatient when it comes to certain things. I’m a perfectionist and an idealist, too, which can be troublesome at times. I think INFJ really describes my personality so you might want to read more into that here, because describing oneself is actually something quite hard to do.

I am a new Nctzen, fell in too deep at the end of June 2019, so these feelings and the vibes I am getting from each member might also change or bloom with time. I might get all of this wrong, but in a way, there’s no real ‘wrong way’ to do this, as it is completely personal. It’s also totally self-indulgent, not gonna lie.

I talked about each member in alphabetical order, so it’s totally unrelated to the way I feel about each of them. Let’s get started, if you’re still interested! And as my friends would say (Karo, Holly, I see you)... tea time 🍵! p.s. you might want to do this yourself afterwards, it’s actually quite interesting to really consider it and go in deep!

🌹Doyoung: I feel like Doyoung and I would get along so well, in that casual but intimate way; we know we care for each other and there’s no doubt lingering, even in other’s people mind. And it’s exactly why we can be so casual about it - those who do not see it probably do not pay enough attention, because through the bickering it’s still very clear. We’d probably be the kind that’s together all the time and when we’re not people question it but we tend to shrug it off, even though we’ve been texting and snap-chatting stupid stuff to each other all day long. To me, he’s definitely someone I’d be close to, I know Doyoung is caring and passionate, and that is why we’d also be able to connect well; he’s someone who’d nag me a lot, and whom I’d like to tease back. Catch me brushing the hair out of his eyes and him whining about it. More often than not, though, he would not push my hand away.

🌹Haechan: I have no doubt in mind that he’d be the annoying little brother to me, the one always nudging, making me sigh and roll my eyes an alarming number of times in a single day. I feel like he’s the kind of person I’d be tired of being with for too long, but can’t help caring for anyway... He’s someone I think I’d look after even when I’m tired (of him, or in general haha), or annoyed, or want to be alone. Though, he is the youngest and acts like so, that is why our relation would not be that deep; the gap in both our personalities and maturity being too big. But, I can see he is growing up a lot, at a very fast pace, and he is becoming more responsible, and more aware of others, which I highly appreciate. It also means he is less and less in need to be babied.

🌹Jaehyun: Actually, Jaehyun was my first “bias” in NCT (if I can even call it like that), and the one to actually push me over the edge and make me fall into this fandom; but as weird as it may sound, I actually don’t know how my relation with him would go, were I to be around him. He’s definitely someone attractive, and seems chill and easy to get along with... I think we’d get along well, but I don’t see our relationship being anything special, nor deep at all - good friends who can joke around and enjoy time together, but mainly in a group. For instance, I do not see Jaehyun and I hanging out alone, though we surely would enjoy each other’s company, share good laughs, and consider each other friends. Then again, chemistry between people sometimes cannot be explained or predicted, so who truly knows!

🌹Johnny: Ah, Johnny. I get the biggest ‘big brother’ kind of vibe coming from him. I usually am the one wanting to protect and take care of everyone, and I would definitely like to care for Johnny, but I feel like he wouldn’t let me? And somehow, I actually do not see myself taking care of him the way I do with most of my friends, though I obviously would be a shoulder for him to cry on if he needs me to be. In a way, I have a feeling it would be mainly going one way. He’d be looking after me, but still would tease me to no end, a bit like he does to Mark. He’d be a ‘best friend big bro’, who would joke around but would become seriously overprotective at the slightest sign of discomfort or sadness coming from you. The type who’s like ‘who the hell made you cry I’ll show them some’, even though there’s no one to blame but yourself for your tears. A sweetheart.

🌹Jungwoo: I feel like Jungwoo is a bit the same as Jaehyun, when it comes to that ‘I’m not truly sure how it’d go’ feeling I have. He’s someone very soft and naive, very puppy-like, though sometimes extroverted and pretty awkward. I have known a few people like that in life, and got along with them, but only moderately. Being with them is renewing, because they seem to marvel at the simplest things in life, but my relation with them is never deeper than friendship or acquaintance; most of the time, it’s about hanging out with them in a group of friends, or them being a friend of a friend of a friend. Though, even if the relationship is not deep, I often find myself looking after them and truly caring for them. I definitely won’t be able to stop worrying for this clumsy baby and he’d probably be able to make me smile even when I’m tired and can get closed-off.

🌹Mark: There is something about Mark that makes me adore him, in a protective and prideful kind of way. To me, he has that ‘little brother’ vibe (it might be because he somehow makes me think of my own little brother, who’s 5 years younger?). Though I know it’d obviously be different; and really, no one makes me laugh like Mark. He has that aura that’s just.... young, and free, and each time I hear him rap or each time he just achieves something in general I’m feeling like a proud sister/mom. I love watching him grow and mature, and just cannot stop adoring him; though, as for Johnny, these strong feelings are not romantic, and I do not think they ever could be. Thinking about it now, I have never found myself actually caring in such a family-like way for someone I have never truly met, yet I truly feel like so towards the two of them.

🌹Taeil: Taeil... I do not know why, or how, but to me everything about him screams home and safety. It’s warm and cozy, and it brings me peace. I am pretty introverted and need time to myself, to recharge and just... be on my own, but even when tired and wanting to be alone, I feel like being around a person like him would feel as if I were alone (not in a bad way at all). By that I mean that being in his company is something that never draws energy, that never tires - it’s quiet and warm. I’d surely find myself gravitating towards him, in search of a comfort probably no one else could provide. I am pretty aware of how my eyes always find him first in a crowd, even without meaning to. If I’m honest, I likely would be romantically attracted to Taeil. In any case, he’s someone I’d always truly, fondly care for, protect and side with.

🌹Taeyong: I recognize myself in Taeyong, very much, very often, very deeply. He’s also someone I’d find myself gravitating towards, and no matter the nature of the relationship in the end, I think it truly has potential to become very true and deep. He’s someone with whom I really believe I could form a special connection. I think we’d find ourselves complementing each other and helping each other grow, because no matter how alike we are on some (most) matters, there are things we can learn from the other. I’d be a shoulder to cry on, and a place for him to stay after a long day and for him to be 100% himself. I want to be a shield, a shelter, and if needed, a sword. And I hope he would be that for me, too. On simplest things though, he’d teach me choreography, I’d teach him languages, we’d bake and cook together... all kind of things, really, and especially the things we share a passion for.

🌹Yuta: I think there’s something about Yuta I do not understand, something I cannot grasp, it’s very... fleeting. I am usually good when it comes to understand people, read them. But there’s something controversial about him, I don’t seem to make up my mind about him. I believe he’s someone who would make my mischievous side rise up and I think that together we’d come up with the craziest stuff and end up crying with laughter, or have really deep conversations and reinvent the world, fight for the ones in need with our two little hands; either one or the other, probably no in between. Most of the time though, we might not talk much with each other, or even interact at all? Unless there is something that would trigger the moments when we seem to... click. Maybe he is more like myself than I’d like to believe and that is why I can’t understand him completely, because he has that paradoxical side of him that makes him both one extreme and the other.

🌹Winwin: There is an undeniable sensibility about Sicheng, something that draws in the people around him. I very likely would not be able to resist it either. I am fascinated by the way he moves, and definitely would love to have him teach me his art (dance). He is someone very transparent (to me, at least), even though the language barrier has often made him look mysterious or simple. Our relation might be a mix of casual and caring, a silent connection based on understanding each other easily, mainly thanks to the sensibility we likely have in common. I think I would, even without meaning to, be aware of him and his state of mind. In the moments he gets too much unrequited attention, no words would be needed for me to understand; I’d take his side in hope to bring him some space and let him breathe.