#especially when it comes to my field like. space is so big and crazy and complicated if you don't understand part of it I'm not going to

[danadiadea]

So while you are writing your (amazing) suggestions, my take on that – Severus is common yarrow or Achillea Millefolium.

In the language of flowers, yarrow primarily means healing. It's been used in traditional medicine to treat issues like wounds, fevers, digestive issues etc., containing compounds with anti-inflammatory, antiseptic, and astringent properties. Yarrow is pungent and bitter: is has a strong, astringent, herbal smell, and it's bitterness comes in handy to scare away animals (among others, deer) that might try to eat it. That's how it defends itself. It can also be mildly unpleasant sometimes if overused, causing skin irritation or photosencitivity, tho yarrow leafs and flowers are overall edible and are used for herbal teas and infusions. I don't personally think Severus would be represented by something that protects itself in ways that are deadly or highly dangerous to others.

It's scientific name, Achillea, goes from the legendary warrior Achilles, who supposedly used it to treat his soldiers' wounds during the Trojan War. According to myth, Achilles learned about yarrow’s properties from his mentor, centaur Chiron. Known as a woundwort or soldier’s herb, it was used on battlefields to stop bleeding, and believed to bring courage during difficult times. 

In Victorian times, yarrow was a popular inclusion in bouquets to convey messages of enduring, everlasting love and fidelity, the kind that protects and preserves. In some traditions, yarrow was placed on graves as a symbol of eternal remembrance and connection between the living and the departed.

It is a hardy, perennial plant that thrives in various conditions, showing strength and ability to endure. Yarrow isn't picky – it's a low-maintenance plant. It can grow in poor and dry soil, roadsides and abandoned fields, adjust to rather shitty circumstances where few flowers grow. Once established, yarrow is very drought-tolerant and persevere, being able to survive through periods of hardship and scarcity. As a result, this plant is very common – and very stubborn.

The species name millefolium translates to "thousand leaves", referring to the finely divided, feathery flowers and lace-like, complex (and many layered etc.) looking foliage. Yarrow looks very fragile, especially close up, its petals are thin and the flowers themselves are small and petite. Common yarrow isn't bold, fancy or flamboyant, it has a simple, vulnerable and tender exterior to it. The many flowers are tightly pressed together as if trying to take as little space as possible, yet the root is strong and durable, and the individual sturdy stems are standing up proudly. Yarrow is usually white (and looks like clouds when growing in big quantities🥺), tho there are cultivars coming in various crazy-bright or pastel options.

Yarrow's flower clusters attract bees, butterflies and other insects, making it useful in pollination of gardens, benefiting (serving or nurturing, if you will) other plants around it.

It's also connected with magic, spells, rituals, divination, charms, etc. in folklore of many countries. It was believed to ward off evil spirits and predict true love. It's also called "Devil's Nettle" and "Death Flower" sometimes.

And you need to look at it closely and attentively to really see it.

okay pals, if Severus was a flower, then which one?

not in a "his favourite flower" way, but the one that represents him, like an animagi form represents a wizard through an animal, and I don't want to hear anything about lilies unless you think they fit HIS character in some way♡

[paeinovis]

Why do people say things if they don't mean them like teaching them to kids

"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" then get mad when you don't say anything

"There are no stupid questions" then belittle you for having a stupid question

[cherry-pop-elf]

Warming Up The New Client

Fred Weasley x Reader

Sum: Was another one of those little bets you and Fred did. You lost, but you are kinda the biggest winner between the two of you. Especially when one of the Weasley’s business partners come in to discuss important things. Let’s see if he can keep his head straight

Warnings: 18+, cock warming, blow jobs, semi public, kinda cracky because not everything needs to be a porno you gotta laugh, accidental choking, worried boyfriend because whoops this has become a sitcom, after care. Lowkey tho any fic you’ll read from me will have it, unless stated otherwise. HEALTHY AND REALISTIC SEX

“MR WEATHERBIRD! What are you doing here?!” Fred would panic, as he would force his chair to push into the desk. Was followed by a thump, as your body hit the back of the desk. Hardly any space for you, and his legs, in the confined space.

Why were you under his desk, and between his legs? Well you lost a bet. Was a harmless one. Just those lazy Mondays, at the shop, where you both needed something to help stimulate the day. A bet where it didn’t matter who won or loss, because there weren’t really any losers when the fun is the game.

Your prize for losing was to give the winner a blow job. Nothing too crazy. That is until unaware company arrived. That being a man that the Weasley twins were meant to do business with. Seems like George must have missed the man. Well, he arrived via fire place. George wouldn’t have seen him arrive, unless in the office with you two.

“Is now a bad time, Mr. Weasley? I figured Mondays would work best for you. Tis a joke shop, after all. The slowest day of the week, as your largest income bracket is through the school children. A Monday morning felt the most reliable to arrive.” Damn his logic, that was what Fred thought. He had a point.

“No no! It’s fine, you are right. Just surprise, that’s all. Take a seat. Let’s talk!” He would grin his award winning smile, as you remained stuck in your hiding place. Left with a choice to make. Stop what you are doing, or see how far you could push the button. Well, you married a Weasley. What’s a little bit of risk?

“Wonderful. We have much to discuss.” Boy was this going to be boring. You knew it, Fred knew it, but hey. You are certainly going to make it more enjoyable. Or worse. Either way, it’s gonna be fun.

As the older gentlemen began his garble, you were busy with your own garbling. Letting his cock press into your cheek, as you tried to find a way to move your head. You didn’t want to just keep thumping your head on the wood. That’s not fun at all.

You were shifting your head all over the place, as you tried to get comfortable. Made for your boyfriend to struggle with paying attention to the boring work jargon his business partner was making. Was certainly difficult to make sure he looked like he was listening, and not currently getting sucked off. Certainly difficult indeed, when those freckled cheeks of his were rosey.

“You seem a bit warm, Mr. Weasley. Are you feeling well?” The older gentlemen would ask Fred. Ever the charismatic man he was, he was oh so quick to think on the fly. Lie out of every situation. Such a charming gift to have.

“Fever fudge. You know how my brother and I are. We always self test our products. That way if anyone gets hurt, it’s us. We only ever field test with mostly our siblings. We know how they would react to what we make, but not to strangers. No. We don’t act like it, but we try and keep things safe.” That seemed to win over Mr. Weatherbird. Charmed the man as much as he could charm a gaggle of girls in a quidditch stand.

The devil on your shoulder was going to be the death of you, and him, with what it was whispering to you. Wanting to try and make his facade crack somehow. Just a little bit. Enough to make him sweat under the pressure. Just a little bit. You don’t want to actually put him at risk of anything, but gambling is gambling. Win big, or die trying.

As you finally managed to force Fred’s chair back, you could properly move your head. Made him need to sit awkwardly, to not make it appear that he was pushed back. Didn’t want the man to get suspicious. Seems he wasn’t, as he was busy with papers. Gave Fred time to look down, and see your devious face. Stuffed with his cock. Was so arrousing, you could feel his cock twitch on your tongue. With fresh flavor for you to enjoy.

He would shoot you a glare, only for the man to look back up. Forced him to meet the clients eyes, as to try and act as chill as possible. Never did he think he would want to do paper work right now. Anything to not just cum down your throat. George was the moaner, not him. But you were seeing if they were identical in a few other ways.

That was until Mr. Weatherbird started to lean over the desk. Just trying to be polite, and show him something on the papers. Had Fred quickly slam himself back under the desk. Forced you to take his cock all the way down your throat, and gag on it. Had you cross eyed, and trying so damn hard to not gurgle on it. Guess you weren’t quite enough.

“What was that noise-?” “What noise?” “Sounded like someone was choking….” Fred, ever quick, was able to come up with the perfect lie. A lie melted in truth, to keep the seal on the little secret at hand closed.

“We have a product here called puking pasties. A pastry used to help kids throw up. For one reason or another. Not to mention we have many things that stink so bad you wish to obliviate yourself from the memory. Just kids being kids. George has it under control.” He would brush off the worry, as you tried to find your ability to breathe again.

Was rather difficult, as you were now trapped entirely under the desk this time. How your head was pressed against the desk, and held no way to move your head. Just gagging around his cock, with drool soaking all over your clothes.

The more you tried to steady yourself, the more his cock twitched in your mouth. Feeling your tongue trying to adjust itself. How your throat kept clenching and your lips desperate to move.

Before you could make any other noises, he was quick to wave his wand. Had his gramophone kick to life, and play that loud swing music those twins loved. Nothing like some big band to liven up the scene. Along with hide more of your gagging, and sputtering, in the hopes to finish this meeting.

“That’s better. Now, as we were saying-“ The droning was starting to get to him. All his mind could think about you was choking on his cock. Had him aroused, but also very worried he was hurting you. It’s not hot if it’s not consented on. Was an accident, yes, but he loves you and wants you safe. He had to figure out how to get you out of there, before things get worse.

“Say uh. Mr. Weatherbird, um-“ Wow was it getting harder to talk. Wasn’t helping that you were still scrambling. Your hands reaching into his lap, to try and push him back some. When trying to reach the front of his chair, you got a full grab of your favorite stress toy instead. Had his eyes go cross, for a moment, as he had to bite his lip. Trying so hard, but he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh, I know it’s alot. You are so new to this world of business. I respect it. You two are stars, I can see it. I’ll do my best to help guide you both. You two are already doing so wonderful. Truly business savvy. Your parents must be so proud. Here, I’ll leave these papers for you and your twin to discuss over. Just send an Owl if you have any questions.” He gave a tip of his hat to Fred, as Fred himself did his best to give a flustered nod.

Mr. Weatherbird would give a wave goodbye, and vanished through the fireplace. As soon as he did, Fred pushed himself back. Made for a rather pornographic sight, and sound, as he popped his cock out of your mouth.

You were just covered in your own drool. Face more flustered than his own, with your lips swollen from being stretched for so long. How you were panting hard from the stress of the scene. It was all too much. You were just so perfect in his view. He just had to add to it.

He barely had time to close your eyes, as he leaned back. His cock just spilling his cum all across your face. Across your drool stained chest. You were just covered in so much. You were surprised he even had so much in him. Guess this was some life or death edging, so to speak.

With your breath caught, it was his turn to pant. Just leaning back in his office chair. His body slack, as he was seeing stars. That release was so needed, and so intense. He swore he pulled his back out from it.

“That could have gone better…Or worse. Depends on if we look at this from a positive view or not.” You would joke, as he gave a dry laugh. Happy to know you were ok. You knew he was worried, you could just tell. There was something sweet about it. That even with such heat of the moment he was looking out for you.

You would let him collect himself, as a cleaning charm solved all your problems. You also were polite to help out his dick away for him. After care goes both ways, after all. When he would come back to reality he would take care of you. You knew that. Until then, you’ll make sure he is cared for to.

Once he had his time to no longer sweat himself a new pool, he would pull you into his lap. Just cuddling you. A means of apology, without saying it. You knew he was trying to not have you humiliated. It wasn’t intentional in any way. The way you would play with his hair conveyed it. Both of you using your own silent little love language.

“So….Whens your next meeting?” The fact you asked that made his head spin. You wanted to do that again? That risk? The choking? The fear? The adrenaline? The insanity of it all?

“…….Thursday, after lunch….” He’s a Weasley. They were all adrenaline junkies. That’s just one of the many things that made you love him. Love him, kiss him, and bump your noses together. His adorable bird nose, with yours.

“You are such a minx, and I LOVE it.”

[unabashegirl]

Different 14 — college hs

Harry's quiet, routine-driven life changes one weekend when he meets Y/N through a mutual friend at her party. She comes from a superficial, materialistic world with absent parents who believe money solves everything. Despite their differences, something clicks that night, and Y/N can't stop thinking about him.

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Harry had multiple questions that he needed to ask her, but how could he? There were surrounded by people and in a public space. He also had no intention of ruining the night. Their worlds had finally collided, and he could tell that Y/N looked so happy. Harry wasn’t planning on destroying her happiness.

“So, Sarah” James started a conversation with her. He wasn’t blind. He could see Sarah’s natural beauty. She wasn’t like most of the girls that he spent time together with, who always tried too hard to be noticed. He never cared for those types of girls. Sure, he had fun with them, but he never considered them for anything beyond that. He had gone crazy in his freshman and sophomore years which had granted him his current reputation as a fuckboy.

James had always carried himself with much confidence. He wasn’t just good-looking, but he was also smart. Most people perceived to be a jock since he spent most of his time at the gym and on the field. James’s father was the owner of a big company just like Y/N’s. His future had always been predestined. He was expected to fulfill his father’s spot after college. He was scared, excited, and nervous. James's father was the CEO and had hundredths of men working for him. James would eventually have to care for them too just like his father had done for so long. They were all his family, so the pressure was defiantly on.

“Tell us a little bit about yourself” He pushed his hands into the pockets of his sweater and leaned forward intrigued about what she had to say. She had been far too quiet, and he wanted to hear her.

“What do you want to know” She giggled and smiled, hating the attention that she was getting from Y/N’s handsome friends. Sarah had always flown below the radar especially when it involved boys. She wasn’t interesting enough; they would usually say, and she had accepted it. She didn’t take it to heart. Sarah knew that if that is what it took for her to have a respectable job after she graduated, she was willing to risk it all. Plus, all the men that said so, would eventually be working under her.

“Anything. I am all ears.” James was starting to understand Y/N’s fascination with Harry. He liked that she wasn’t throwing herself at him or speaking none stop about herself. She was acting a bit hard to get. It was refreshing.

“Why are you suddenly so interested?” Sarah clapped back wanting to know his intention. Sebastian chuckled and laid an arm over his friend’s shoulder. He was actually surprised that she hadn’t fallen for his charm, yet.

“Because you aren’t like the others” Harry was starting to feel a bit awkward about the whole interaction. It was weird having two men deliberately flirting with whom he considered his best friend.

On the other hand, Mitch was not having a good time. He was actually very annoyed with both men. He had always liked Sarah. She was like the sun to him. Every time he got close enough to her, she would burn him and turn him away. Mitch couldn’t stand away either. He needed her around just like Earth needs the sun to survive. Now, he had more competition. He felt like the chances of finally being with the girl of his dreams were slipping away.

“That was really good” Y/N breathed as she finished eating her last taco. Harry smiled and reached out to her from under the table. She knew that she had a lot of explaining to do. The last thing, she needed or wanted was for things to turn messier. She just prayed and hoped that Brian would stay miles away from her. Y/N just wanted to enjoy her senior year.

“Alright. Let’s go” Sebastian smiled as he abruptly stood up from the table.

“Where?” Sarah asked, confused at his sudden outburst of energy.

“To do something fun!” He teased, “Come on!”

“Where are we going?!” Y/N asked again as she loaded her bag in the back of Jeff’s car. Sebastian always had half of his body. in the car as he laughed heavily. “My car is back on the main campus!”

“Everyone get in. We’ll take you and then you’ll have to follow us!”

“There is no way we are all going to fit in!” Sarah exclaimed as she watched Y/N and Harry get on.

“Here,” Y/N said as she slid on top of Harry’s lap. “Now you can fit” Mitch allowed Sarah to get in the middle seat and then he squeezed himself in. Harry wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist as soon as James hit the gas. They drove like maniacs and Y/N was already used to it.

“We are going to die” Sarah whispered to Mitch, “We should be back in the dorm and studying from where we had felt of.”

“It’s your senior year, Sarah! You are meant to be having fun” James said as he looked at her through the rearview mirror. Sebastian chuckled along with Y/N, who was too entertained preventing her head from smashing against the roof of the car. “Will you follow us?”

“Only if you tell us where we are going,” Y/N said as they dropped her off by her car.

“Absolutely not” James puffed, “Where is your sense of adventure? You know you are not going to be in your twenties, in college with your boyfriend and your best friends forever”. Y/N pursed her lips and shook her head with a smile.

“Fine!” He had gotten her. James had the ability to convince everyone to do the craziest things ever.

Y/N decided to take everyone in her car. She promised to drop each of them off after their little rendezvous. “Where the fuck are they going?” She mumbled as she drove down the unrecognizable back roads. She was leaning forward, and quitting her eyes trying to figure out where they were taking them.

“You seriously don’t know?” Harry asked as he looked at the time on his phone.

“No” she giggled noticing the backlights of James's car flashing. He pulled in the middle of the road. Y/N turned off the engine of the car as the boys got out of their car.

“Where are we?” Sarah asked as she looked around. It was a deserted street, surrounded by woods. It looked like a back road with no houses close by.

“Come” James opened Y/N's car door as he turned on the flashlight on his phone and led the way into the woods. “Don’t be scared” he reassured them as they walked into the dark woods in a straight line. James and Sebastian had found the place on one of their daily jogs. They had never taken anyone before, which explained their over-excitement.

“Do you know where you are going? Y/N asked as she trailed behind Harry. Their hands were intertwined as he held his phone with his other hand, illuminating the ground and making sure that Y/N didn’t trip over a rock or branch.

“Stop asking so many questions!” Sarah and Y/N giggled while Mitch was too quiet trying his best not to fall on his face. The cars seemed to be getting smaller as they walked further away from the road. mitch ran his hands across his face, realizing that he was getting too paranoid. No one could blame him. It was chilly, dark, and very windy which made it seem like the trees could talk.

“Harry!” Mitch yelled and ran up to the couple. He walked beside them not wanting to be the last.

“Are you scared?” Harry chuckled at his friend's uneasiness.

“Yes” He immediately confessed, “Don’t leave me” he whispered. It was quiet for a bit except for the sound of their steps until they finally detected the sound of water and saw the mood high in the sky. The trees finally ended, revealing the lake and a ridiculously small, secluded beach.

“How did you find this place?”

“On one of those morning runs that you hate so much” Y/N playfully slapped Sebastian on his abdomen.

“Runs?”

“The boys take these ridiculously long runs through the woods during the weekends” Y/N explained to Sarah.

“They aren’t ridiculous” Sebastian protested as they walked closer to the water. “They are healthy!”.

“Did I forget to mention that they start a five in the morning?” Y/N added as she wrapped her arms around Harry’s torso in search of body heat.

“Do you see this?” James raised his hoodie and shirt, showing his sculptured abdomen to everyone. “It makes it all worth it” He winked and took them both off. “Are you guys coming?” James asked as he stripped down to his underwear with Sebastian.

“It’s way too cold” Y/N pointed out as she cuddled closer to Harry.

“Oh please! That never stopped you before!” Sebastian yelled back. They do night dips on Lake Michigan during the summer too. They would alternate houses and spend the sizzling summer days by their pools, riding their bikes and getting ice cream shakes from Dairy Queen, but only if they weren’t traveling.

Sarah ran towards them. She always second-guessed herself and wanted to change it. She was one of those girls that always said no to everything, and tonight was the perfect night to change it. She wanted to be more adventurous and now it was a good start.

Mitch went right after her not wanting to be the odd one out.

“Do you want to go?” Y/N asked as she nuzzled her face in the crook of Harry’s neck. “We don’t have to. We can stay up here and cuddle.”

“That sounds way better than getting pneumonia” Harry chuckled as he ran his hands up her back.

“We are staying!” She yelled back at her friends. “Can we build a fire here?!”

“No! But neither can we swim at eight at night!” Sebastian yelled back so she started building it. She knew that they were going to freeze their asses as soon as they stepped out of the water. Y/N was very confident that Sebastian wouldn’t stop complaining because he was a big crybaby.

So, Harry and Y/N scouted for sticks and piled them on the ground.

“How are we lighting up this shit?” Harry said with a frown, finding an obstacle in her master plan.

“Oh, I got it” She ran up to where James had left his pants. She quickly found a lighter in the front pocket of his pants. She proudly bent down and lit up the fire.

“This is nice,” Y/N said as she sat between his legs and allowed him to wrap his arms around her as they enjoyed the warmth that the bonfire was emitting.

“It is” They could hear their friends laughing and the water being splashed around while they held each other tightly. “Are we ever going to talk about what happened today?” Harry finally asked, feeling a huge weight fall off his shoulders.

“We are” She just had no clue where to start. “I just think today isn’t the best day to do so”.

“When then?” His voice was stern and rough. It was unrecognizable to Y/N. He didn’t understand why she kept dismissing the subject. He could also feel how tense her body had gotten as soon as he touched the subject. Perhaps she was lying to him — he wondered.

“Tomorrow,” She said, “After class. I’ll pick you up” She heart had accelerated like it was about to burst out of her chest. Harry dropped the subject right away. The thought of Harry leaving and giving up on them mortified her for the rest of the night. They huddled around the fire and shared humorous stories and anecdotes about one another. But the laughs and jokes weren’t enough to take her mind away from the scenarios she kept making up in her mind. The thought of Harry leaving stayed in the back of her mind, tormenting her, all through the night.

--> chapter 15

[joyouslee]

Fangs of Fortune episodes 1-3

Random thoughts as I was watching.

Spoilers under cut.

ok wow, what an entrance. This is the first time I've seen Hou Minghao have so much physical presence. Usually his characters don't have much intimidation factor even if they're powerful - like I love Wang Ye but he looks tiny next to Zhuge Qing even as he's dominating the field, and Baili Dongjun looks like a 公子哥儿 (rich kid). And Wu Xie is, well, Wu Xie. Here, though, he is believable as a 1000-year old demon who can crook his fingers and kill everyone around him.

I think the costuming is a big factor - he's usually in the belted young master outfits that emphasize his slim waist, whereas here he wears cloaks and layers that conceal his figure. (The big furs remind me of a cat puffing up to look bigger :D) But also that slow deliberate stride. A different kind of murder strut, but very very effective.

The umbrella! Special shout-out to that fantastic prop. I adore the little red beads. Also, sheathing his sword in the umbrella??? Um....

omg the tension between them is delicious - are you satisfied with your gift (me)? now are you satisfied? (holding up his chained wrists). *fans self* I am looking not at all respectfully.

I'm glad to see Chen Duling with a little more sass - so far I've seen her as the sad ex (MLC), the sad wife/mother (MJTY), and as the sad orphan (ALHJ - though I only watched to ep 8 so far). I was enjoying her banter and shipping her and the lying demon :( Except what the heck was she doing putting two heaping spoonfuls of salt (sugar) in her noodles? Wasting food!

She still got nerfed, though. *sigh*

Her meeting with Zhu Yan is hilarious - he is so impressive as he just sets himself free, demonstrating his immense power, taunting Zhuo Yichen - looking him in the eye as he saunters around the dungeon and locks him in - that magnificent walk down the halls as he shows he can control all the jailers. Then he's like a kicked puppy with Wen Xiao when she drugs him and threatens to keep doing it.

It's so interesting the way he interacts with her versus Zhuo Yichen - he often 賣慘 with her - acting pitiable so he seems less powerful, like pretending to stay drugged (when he's able to just pop up) or pretending to be passed out on the floor when she comes to bring the token him. Versus with Zhuo Yichen he's usually showing off how powerful he is and how much knowledge he has. (There's so much flirting with both of them, though!)

Such a death wish though :((((((((

Clearly Zhuo Yichen is going to regret that vow in the future.

Another gorgeous entrance - blowing up the water jugs and then pacing through, and I adore the bit where he points at the damage and is like, isn't it obvious?

Oh the poor naive fools - the minute I heard the bad guy say just put your thumbprint at the end I knew what was going to happen. But it really irritated me - who stamps (signs) any document at the end, leaving a huge expanse of blank space? And they knew it's their enemy putting it in front of them: at this point they should be at the highest wariness. (I realize it's duplicate originals, so they could argue against any tampering, but at the same time, why take the risk, especially if the emperor seems to favor their enemy?) I hate plot points that rely on our heroes being making an obvious mistake. I mean, they are already using a magical plot. Why not just make it some other type of magic to change the words entirely?

Ah, is this another contract that the signers will regret?? Wow he's such a flirt. Leaning in like that to take her pen??? She has immense self control!

Oh my, this show really has a thing about gorgeous men in chains, hm? The jealous ex appears! Very much getting that vibe of crazy ex boyfriend here.

Yowza when Zhu Yan said kneel.... wow. Hot.

Awww and he got the fish demon medicine? He's such a secret softie.

Oh ho, here we go with the jealous ex Li Lun.

Geez, did he get even hotter with the demon marks????

Ok, when I first saw the trailer I was not vibing with his style - I saw the director got some criticism for making the actors ugly. But I think it really works - Zhu Yan is very alien, very powerful, and very very very very hot.

[huntinorganics]

Why Your Cucumbers Have Downy Mildew And How To Cure It

If your cucumber leaves are turning yellow, curling up, and looking like they just gave up on life — yep, it’s probably downy mildew.

Don’t panic. It’s common. Annoying as heck, but totally something you can deal with, especially if you catch it early.

Let’s break it down: what it is, how it got there, and what you can do about it — without getting all chemical-crazy.

What’s Going On With My Cucumber Plants?

You’re out there watering, feeding, doing all the right stuff… and still the plants start looking sick. What gives?

This is classic downy mildew on cucumber plants. It shows up fast, spreads faster, and doesn’t care how nice your garden looked last week.

You’ll probably notice:

Yellow-ish spots on top of the leaves

Gray or fuzzy stuff underneath

Leaves curling, drying, falling off

Fruit starting to go small, bitter, or just… weird

If you’re seeing all that? Yep. You’re dealing with cucurbit downy mildew.

So What Even Is Downy Mildew?

It’s not a fungus, even though it acts like one. It’s caused by a tiny troublemaker called Pseudoperonospora cubensis — the big bad causal organism of downy mildew of cucurbits.

It mainly targets cucurbits, which is a fancy way of saying:

Cucumbers

Pumpkins

Melons

Zucchini

Squash

And the worst part? The spores don’t come from your soil. They float in from somewhere else. Wind, rain, even other people's plants.

Why It Loves Your Garden

Two words: Warm + Wet.

If your plants stay damp overnight, or if it’s been rainy and humid, downy mildew thinks you just rolled out a red carpet for it. Poor airflow, packed-in plants, overhead watering — all of that helps mildew move in and throw a party.

How Do You Know For Sure It’s Downy Mildew?

Here’s your quick field guide:

Top of the leaf:

Look for pale yellow spots. They’re not blotchy like other issues — they’re more square, kind of stuck between the leaf veins.

Underside:

That gray-purple fuzz? That’s your villain. That’s where it makes spores and spreads to your other plants.

The rest of the plant:

Things go downhill quick. Leaves dry up and die, and the fruit starts to suffer.

If you're nodding while reading this, yep — you've got downy mildew in cucumbers.

Can You Actually Fix It? (Yes. Sort of.)

Here’s the deal: downy mildew is hard to cure once it gets bad. But if you’re quick, you can knock it back and save your crop. You just have to act fast and stay consistent.

Let’s talk about real-deal cucumber downy mildew treatment — the kind that doesn’t involve scary chemical names or toxic stuff.

Natural Ways To Treat Downy Mildew On Cucumbers

This is all stuff that organic growers use. Works best when you combine a few, not just one and done.

1. Cut Off Infected Leaves

Seriously. Grab some clean clippers and get rid of the worst ones. Don’t leave them nearby. Bag them. Burn them. Get them off the property if you can.

This slows the spread and gives the rest of the plant a chance.

2. Try a Baking Soda Spray

Mix this up:

1 tbsp baking soda

1 tsp mild soap (like castile)

1 gallon water

Spray the tops and bottoms of the leaves. It won’t kill the mildew, but it makes the leaves a less-friendly place for it.

3. Neem Oil

Natural, plant-based, and super effective. Spray it early in the morning or late afternoon (never in full sun). Helps with mildew and pests too.

4. Milk + Water Spray

Sounds weird. Totally works. Mix 1 part milk with 2 parts water and spray your plants once a week. It helps prevent new spores from spreading. It’s old-school but legit.

5. Give Them Space

If your cucumber plants are crammed together, thin them out. Better airflow = drier leaves = less mildew. Even trimming some side growth helps a lot.

6. Water Smart

No spraying leaves. Water the soil, not the plant. Morning watering is best — gives time for everything to dry off before evening.

7. Rotate Your Crops

Don’t plant cucumbers (or any other cucurbits) in the same spot every year. Move them around. Change it up. Even a few feet makes a difference.

8. Go With Stronger Varieties

Some cucumber types are bred to handle this stuff better. Look for “downy mildew resistant” on the seed packet. Try varieties like:

Marketmore 76

Bristol

Dariana

They're not immune, but they hold up longer, giving you more time to harvest.

Don’t Let It Take Over

Here’s the thing: downy mildew isn’t your fault. It shows up even when you’re doing everything right. It blows in, does damage, and disappears just as fast.

But you can fight back. Hard.

Keep watch.

Act early.

Use a mix of natural methods.

Stay on it.

You’ll get stronger plants, better fruit, and way less stress in the long run.

[iamshay]

Exposing the Clout Chasers

In the dynamic world of streaming, where authenticity should reign, clout chasing remains a persistent stain. A few months ago, I encountered a perfect example of this phenomenon—a someone goes by h2.blk Whom biggest clout chaser i ever knew leveraging someone else's fame. constantly tag their name in spaces just get views. he that is what clout chasing is. This Somalia whom his kind usually just know to bee a leech even they come to Norway they come here leech like crazy ask for free handout.

This individual approached me with an offer to collaborate, but his true colors quickly was clear mil away so humor it. He was incessantly name-dropping more prominent streamers, clearly aiming to boost his own status through association rather than merit. From our first interactions, I tested his sincerity, and he failed to mask his intentions.

His determination was notable, but misguided. He stalked my streams, rallied his friends to watch, and bombarded me with messages, pleading for assistance with his streaming career. The situation escalated until Twitch took action, banning him for behaviors that were the direct result of his bad actions.

Although this incident occurred last year, it serves as a timeless warning within the streaming community about the perils of inauthenticity. Clout chasing might offer fleeting moments of attention, but genuine success in streaming or any creative field is built on hard work, integrity, and authentic connections.

Lessons Learned:

Authenticity Over Ambition: Your audience can see through facades. Stay genuine in your interactions and content.

Hard Work Pays Off: There's no shortcut to building a respected and sustainable streaming career. It's the consistent effort that garners real followers.

Choose Your Collaborations Wisely: Collaborate with those who share your values and vision, not just those who can offer immediate fame. and kiss ass and phoniness

Community Over Clout: Build a community based on mutual respect and shared interests, not just for the sake of social metrics.

Remember, in the world of streaming, your legacy is defined not by the moments of fame you chase but by the integrity of your work and the authenticity of your connections. Stay true to your path, focus on your growth, and steer clear of those who seek fame at the expense of genuine relationships.

When you gain clout by constantly tagging big streamers in spaces, like AO and H2 do, you’ll always be remembered as a clout chaser. No one respects that, except for other clout chasers who share the same behavior. In the streaming and content creation world, nobody respects those who show a pattern of clout chasing, especially when they idolize problematic figures like Sneako.

This clown was so clueless, he thought I was serious me asking to collab with sneako LMAO, when in reality, I’ve always been super critical of this cuck. He’s a known enabler for grapist and minors graps, the same guy who said he would "grape" me and then told his buddy to delete the VOD on rumble because he knew he’d get in trouble. h2 and ao learned all of this from the biggest grifter, Sneako. This is why I baited him, and he fell for it. Honestly, I’d rather be around Putin than a cucklord like Sneako. He is grapist for sure. No normal person would say that to female online they will graps someone. This clown is biggest grifter and followed Tate like puppy for 2 years copied tate hand sign. Also copy smoking cigars and convert to islam because tate did it. I am so happy kick banned him and its been peaceful have him gone. he is cuck and grifter loser. He is fake muslim.

[agegapandtckindoflove]

Got emotional in front of J today...

I am dealing with so many odd and weird situations at work and one of them involves my boss basically telling me that I need to stop hanging out with my coworkers and taking away the space that I have been using to work and meet with students.

I've had really odd and mixed interactions with him in past semesters as well. The oddest one, was during my first semester, and it was only about three weeks in and he told me (not in these words but the jist is) not to ask him how his day is going if he doesn't look like he is happy.

The rest have been things such as saying that I need to find other spaces to work other than the building with the full-time faculty in my discipline, needing to hang out with other people around campus-other than my coworkers, needing to go get a second major in a field that is no where near my discipline, being very supportive of a special subject class that I wanted to (and with his good word) was able to run, telling me that I am welcome to use an empty office while I am on campus, but then today I found out that he said he is annoyed that I am in that office.

I am just frustrated because I believe I am pretty good at my job and have been told that I put in a lot of effort, even more than I should at times, and I feel that my boss has been sending me mixed signals. I feel like he respects me professionally, but then he also is like "Don't be here, don't talk to me unless I speak to you, and don't hang out with the people who you work with."

So when I found this out, about the office space, I got teary eyed because it is frustrating and I don't know what I have done to deserve this kind of treatment.

For my OG followers you might (or may not) remember R, he was also one of my professors, and is now a colleague, and I told him and he said that the behavior from my boss is odd.

J ran into me after talking to R, he had seen us talking briefly, and asked if it was anything important and I started to get emotional as soon as he asked. I don't know why, maybe it's because I care about J and his opinion of me, but also I think I feel more comfortable around J. So I started to get flustered, because I was getting emotional, and I thought that I was going to full on cry, but I only got teary eyed and my voice got shaky as I explained my concerns and frustrations.

I also told J that I feel pretty insecure about hanging out with him and my other coworkers because I get anxiety when my boss sees me talking with them, because he has literally told me not too. I explained that I don't know why it would matter if I used the space as no one else does.

I apologized to J, as I felt bad for being emotional in front of him, but I explained my frustration with the fact that I feel like I am not welcome there by my boss.

J seemed concerned, which was nice and he said that it was not right that I had to feel the way I do and that I shouldn't be concerned because hanging out with colleagues should never be a thing to be concerned about when being considered for a full time position. Basically, reassuring me that I don't need to avoid coming to campus and working and seeing students, or even coming to campus and talking with my colleagues.

Apart of me feels like I might be crazy and thinking it is a bigger deal than it may be, but I also highly doubt that as I feel like sometimes I get things wrong or can be dramatic, but I very much feel like my boss is using forms of intimidation to not get me to hang out with them (a big factor in this is that most of my colleagues are quite active within our campuses Union).

J was very supportive, but even now I still feel like it might be best not to be on campus as much, especially if I am already seen by my boss as not "following orders" or his "advice" about not hanging around.

It's just hard and disheartening because I never imagined that at any point in my life I would be at job where my boss is telling me not to talk to or interact with my colleagues...

I know you don't have even half of the interactions or backstories, but am I crazy? Is this just normal behavior and I am overreacting and need to step back because I a m in the wrong???

[saekkas]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄… (𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬).

𝟎𝟎'𝟏: 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍 remembering the things they like, sharing a soft smile across the room, looking for them in a crowded room, and tucking in their hair behind their ear to see their eyes.

summary: a collection of ways on how the blue lock boys silently say "i love you."

note: first up is itoshi rin with a 1.6k word count!

itoshi is a household name in the soccer world, and so is the number 10. itoshi sae is known to be a genius midfielder with unbound talent set to rule to soccer world in the upcoming years. itoshi rin, however, is only a sprout barely blooming within winter soil.

even then, rin's name has been printed on every paper and tabloid, headlines of the budding striker written in big bold letters. blue lock has catapulted him into great heights, a nobody turned somebody whose time is worth a lot of money.

everyone's looking at him now and you've never been prouder. although, the flashing camera lights and crazy stalkers will never be your favorite things about the whole ordeal. another thing you will never get used to, is the amount of time your boyfriend is stolen from you. interviews, practice, media visits are now a part of rin's daily schedule and they're starting to become burdensome.

when he's not away on blue lock business, rin's preoccupied himself at home, which makes visits to the itoshi household a daily occurrence for you now. not that you can complain; rin's parents are very welcoming, always cooking you mind blowing food. you remember them showing photos from rin's childhood that had you squealing at his cute round cheeks.

"want more curry, dear?" rin's mother asks

the itoshi household is nothing if not breathtaking, a two-story modern house with traditional elements mixed in. the halls are fully furnished, little trinkets from tokyo and traditional koi paintings decorating the area. mixtures of marmer and wood are sprinkled throughout the rooms, adding to the homey ambience of the family's house.

your favorite feature has to be the garden though; a green field the size of two master bedrooms occupy the space connecting the living room and kitchen. filled with luscious green grass along with bonsai and hydrangeas, your eyes never stray far from the painting brought to life.

"ah no, it's alright," you smile and shake your head at her offer. "i think i've had enough curry to last until next week."

"oh, don't be silly!" she laughs, extending a hand to rest on yours as she sits across from your form. "there's no such thing as too much curry."

"you're right about that," you laugh with her, "but i think i've had my fill for now."

before another word leaves her lips, two pairs of feet pad into the room. you look up to see rin walking behind his father, a leather bound book in one hand. you watch as the two make light conversation, smiling when he plops onto the seat next to you.

"good game?" you ask to the black-haired boy beside you, a smile on your face.

"no," he scoffs, "awful."

"really, rin?" his father grins from the spot across from you, a hand coming down to clap against his own thigh. "you were practically screaming for sae to score that last goal. and i think i saw you cry when he did."

"shut up," rin grumbles.

you watch as red threatens to spread over his face, grinning at the way he tries to avoid your eyes.

"your dad's right, rin." you lean in closer to his right, nudging his side with a playful wink. "i heard you sniffle all the way from here."

you laugh along with his parents when he flushes red all over, especially evident on the tip of his nose. you bury the need to press a kiss onto it.

"rin's always been such a soccer fanatic," his dad says with a slice of grilled chicken edging closer to his mouth, "especially when sae's involved."

"mhmm," his mom mumbles as she picks the familiar leather bound book from its place next to rin. "they were so close with one another."

you try your best to keep a neutral face, eyeing rin's expression. you lift a hand to press onto his, fingers intertwining under the table. you feel a small smile slip onto your face when he squeezes the joint limbs.

"want to see?"

squinting at the writing smudges on the book, a gasp makes its way through your lips as you recognize the words.

"photobook," is written in capital letters across the brown leather and you practically melt on your seat when his mom flips it open to reveal a starry-eyed chubby cheek rin staring at his older brother. the photo is labeled as 'sae nii-chan' in awful writing that could only be younger rin's.

"i would love to!"

sneaking a glance at rin, you're met with a scowl directed at his mother. giggling, you press a brief peck on his cheek before teasing, "who knew you were such a cute kid? i always thought you were the ugly, snotty kind."

now that you think about it, that was probably the moment rin decided to never bring you into his house ever again.

rolling your eyes at the memory, you look around for said boy. doing a turn, your eyes sweep across the room before sighing at the growing crowd at the entrance. from the amount of screams, a crowd of photographers, soccer fans, and interviewers no doubt.

so much for spending quality time on a date outside.

you turn your back to the crowd, feet pattering against the marble ceramics of the museum's floor. it wasn't often that rin would suggest a date in a public setting (for obvious reasons) but you remember him surprising you with two tickets on the eve of your birthday.

"didn't expect to see you at midnight, rinnie."

said boy is standing outside your apartment door, a lavender box in hand with a hand knitted scarf covering half his face, "what's the occasion?"

you watch as he leans against the door frame, a small smile on his face. you squeak when he wraps an arm around your middle to gently pull you into his form.

"happy birthday," he mumbles into the crown of your head, "i got you a present."

"your presence here is a present enough."

you watch as he rolls his eyes, laughing at the deadpan expression he wears. you allow him to drag you into the living room, plopping down on the sofa as settles the box between you.

"open it."

"okay, okay, so bossy."

there's only the sound of your muffled playlist in the background, lights not as brightly lit as they should be. your hands are deft, opening the ribbon wrapped around the box while carefully tearing through the wrapping.

"what's- oh."

your eyes catch onto the sight of two finely printed paper, your and rin's name written in cursive bellow a museum's name. the museum you've wanted to go to for over a year.

"i remember you looking up the museum on your website and how you said the tickets were always sold out, so i thought-"

rin doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence before you're jumping into his arms. he's quick to steady both of you, pressing an arm on your lower back and another on the sofa below. he peaks down to see a blinding smile on your face, eyes covered by the tresses of your hair.

"thank you so much," you whisper into the night, trying to contain your excitement. "you're the best person ever!"

rin chuckles as you situate yourself on his lap. he leans in to place a palm on your cheek, and your freeze as he sweeps away the hair covering your eyes.

"anything for you."

teal eyes bore into yours as he leans in to press a peck on your forehead. your breath catches in your throat when he slides a ring on your finger, "say the word and it's yours."

pressing a finger to your phone, you watch the screen light up to show a picture of you and rin. you swipe through your contacts until you find rin's and quickly type in a message for him to see.

you: rinrinnn

you: i'll be looking around the art section!

you: text me when you're done <333

walking through the infinite halls, you stumble through the one filled with sculptures. your eyes rake through each and every one, fingers itching to touch the material it's made of. you don't notice the people in the room, multiple teenagers on a school trip filling up the cramped space, too preoccupied at marveling the art before you.

your phone pings and you're quick to open it, seeing rin's brief message of where are you? before turning to go back the way you came. your feet stop three steps in, a soft smile spreading on your face as teal eyes catches yours.

you notice the small smile he sends back, before he nods at you to stay in place. he's maneuvering himself through the sea of people and it's only when rin takes the spot beside you that you look up.

he's panting, a gray baseball hat covering most of his face. you watch as he looks around, trying to see whether the interviewers caught onto him.

he stops when you take his hand in yours.

"hi, handsome stranger." looking up, you see him arch an eyebrow at you, smiling as he leans down to hear you over the sound of chatter in the room.

he freezes when you adjust the hat on his head, sweeping the bangs so that his eyes aren't covered by the garment, "there, that's better."

rin shakes his head, a quiet chuckle sounding in the space between you. he squeezes your intertwined fingers before whispering in your ear, "i've been looking everywhere for you."

"well here i am," you smile, fiddling with the ring that rests on your finger. "c'mon, let's go through the rest before eating, i'm starved."

rin watches the glinting stone and nods, lips fluttering across the gem as he places a kiss on your ring finger.

"anything for you," he mumbles.

i will be releasing more fics containing the other boys so feel free to drop suggestions on who you think i should write next and how you think they silently express ily!

[usetheeauthor]

Just Share The Damn Bed (Smut) +18

TouchStarved!Murray Bauman x Dark!Fem!Reader

Summary: You’ve got serious daddy issues. But is it really a bad thing? Especially if it allows you to be bold enough to seek a new daddy in your whacky mentor, Murray Bauman. You visit his home in hopes of showing him how badly you want him.

Word Count: 6.8k+

A/N: Oh, Boy. This is a long one. DARK FIC. The reader is an unhinged stalker with daddy issues and obsessed with Murray. It has slight elements of Stephen King’s “Misery” and Netflix’s “You” just because of the crazy stalker dynamics. Hear me out! This dilf right here can give great dick. I have no doubts about it. So this will be FILTHY AF AND FUCKED UP because I know this grumpy teddy bear 🧸 will make sure his woman is taken care of because he’s such a pleaser. Ya’ll gotta give my boy some love.

TW/Warnings: slight NON CON, DUB CON, mentor/apprentice relationship, mentions of stalking, constant unwanted sexual advances, graphic language, dry humping, alcohol consumption, marijuana use, Murray speaks some Russian, emotional abuse (reader threatens self harm), threats of harming others, exhibitionism, footjob, ddlg, spit kink, 69, doggystyle, reader getting folded like a pretzel 😊, passionate/rough p in v sex, hand over mouth during sex, breeding kink, creampie, body/body hair worship, cock worship, light brat/brat tamer, light sub/dom elements, praise kink, Murray’s chain 🤤, age gap (Murray 40, Reader 20+), cuddles, kissing, aftercare, reader needs therapy, past child neglect

You’ve always had a fascination with Murray Bauman. As an aspiring investigative journalist yourself, when you first read his article on the strange disappearance of Barbara Holland, you appreciated the fact that he didn’t shy away from calling out the ones hiding in the shadows and covering up these events.

You made it your goal to find him when he’d gone off the map. You were always so good at tracking people down it’d been in no time when you found his secluded warehouse. When you met him in person, you’d sat in his couch looking up at him in eager admiration. You’re hopes were to gain some knowledge as a young college student, planning on making a big statement in the media world. Then, you were instantly drawn to his eccentricity. You liked older men but he was different from the men you’d usually mess around with. He’s intelligent, quirky, caring, and brave. So many qualities that you found to be so attractive.

Murray had trust issues; a thing most people working in the investigative field obtain. Especially when he’s written work that has exposed a lot of important people possibly looking to retaliate. When Murray finally took you under his wing and allowed himself to confide in you, you knew that he’d fully trusted you by then.

Tonight you needed him. Bad. More than anything else at the moment. You’ve waited patiently. You’ve witnessed him set up couples like Jonathan and Nancy and even Hopper and Joyce with little regard for his own love life. But you noticed the way his hands would linger over yours as if it craved just a millisecond more of the heat your skin gave off. You could tell that he spent restless nights in bed wanting someone to fill the empty space next to him. You’ll be that someone. You’ll let him use you however you wanted. All that you will asked of him is that he will love you.

He’s been avoiding you though. Ever since, you showed up to his home unannounced in an attempt to seduce him, he’s been distant. He stressed keeping things professional between you two but if he knew just how good you’d be for him, he’d never push you away again.

Tonight you were going to show him your absolute devotion to him. You were a nice blue dress that accentuate your curves and underneath: a lacy white thong.

You knocked on his door. Bottle of vodka in one hand and a joint in the fist of the other. After a long wait, Murray had answered the door.

“Oh, hey,” Murray says, genuinely surprised. He gestures you to come in. You walk in noticing that he’s in the middle of cooking. ‘Perhaps for a hot date.’ You fumed. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here tonight. Hadn’t seen you in days so I figured you’d long forgotten me.”

“You’d have known if you weren’t ignoring my calls.” You retort, plopping yourself on his couch.

Murray hangs his head low. “Right. Uhh. I’m really sorry about that. I just——”

“No, it’s fine really,” You interrupt. “I was a bit forward. But I don’t like that you’ve been avoiding me. I still want to us to be friends. I know I’ve made it awkward between us. I just didn’t expect that it would cause you to stay away. I’ve been wanting to hang out but you’ve never been available.”

“That’s because I was just really busy all week. I wasn’t avoiding you,” He defends. So he wasn’t a complete liar but he was a liar, nonetheless. He was busy but he’d purposefully kept himself busy so he couldn’t face you. You knew this because you kept up with his schedule and his whereabouts. “I wanted to make time for you,” He catches himself and quickly tacks on. “To help you with that paper.”

“I finished the paper. It was so good in fact that the’d like to give me a full ride to their university in New York.”

His eyes widened, arms crossed, and mouth hung open before curling into a smile. “Really?! That’s phenomenal! You must be super excited.”

“I was. Then I told my father and my mood completely went sour. He never gives me credit for anything I do. Not a congratulations. Not an ‘I’m proud of you’ speech. Just a shrug and went right back to drinking and watching sports.”

Your parents were neglectful. Mother having abandoned you before you could even walk. Father practically inactive and deadbeat. He only care to gamble on sports and drink. He never care for your well-being or your whereabouts. You had to grow up rather quickly to survive your situation. When he learned of your plan to pursue journalism instead of nursing, he denounced you as his own child, letting it slip one day that he never wanted you in his life.

You couldn’t care less that he was now drinking himself to death, poisoning his own liver. You’d forget him. You have plans for a new life and it all begins with the man in your presence right now.

“The goddamn bastard.” Murray sits on the couch seat beside you, a hand on your knee.

“I came here to celebrate my success with you. I won’t be staying in this dump of a town anymore so I wanted to thank you for making it all bearable. I got some alcohol, some weed——”

“Weed?! Look…I’d love to celebrate with you but it’ll probably have to be tomorrow. I’m having someone over…” Murray begins. Your heart drops into your stomach. “My mother,” Murray finishes and you could finally breathe again. “She’s pestered me forever about never coming to visit her. And I decided it was a bright idea for her to come visit me instead. Although I didn’t exactly think of the horrifying implications of her knowing where I live. Sweet woman but can be prone to extreme decorating.”

You didn’t know much about his mother. You’d picked up some clues that they were close. You’d also understood that she would call his phone a lot to the point where she would he’d left a voicemail about the times between the day when she could call also a symptom of Murray’s paranoia.

You laugh. “Extreme decorating?”

“Yes. It’s a very real condition. One moment, my place’ll look like this then the next I’m walking into what looks like a show room and somehow she’s got a whole team of interior designers under her. It’s an interesting sight.”

“She sounds lovely. I think we’d get along fine.”

“You mean, you want to stay and meet her? Are you sure? She can be quite intimidating. Especially if she gets the wrong idea about us.”

“I’m from Chicago, Bauman. Nothing scares me anymore.”

“Well, if you do plan on staying, may I please ask that you get rid of the pot?”

“I was just thinking that.” You stood up, pulling the lighter from the pocket of your coat before heading back to seat next to Murray. You flicker for the fire, lighting up the joint and taking a deep inhale. You pressed your thumb and index on each side of his cheek making his lips form an ‘o’ then blowing the smoke directly in his mouth for him to inhale. Your lips a few inches away.

“My mother will be here in 30 minutes. Not because she lives far. She just loves to window shop. If we subtract that, then she’ll be here in 10 minutes. I can’t be stoned out of my mind around her.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“I’ve never smoked marijuana.”

You shot him a look, unconvinced.

“Okay. I have. But it was back then. Woodstock days, ya know. Only did it for a fun time to blend in with the masses. Pot was a lot less potent those days and I was tripping balls. I can only imagine how much of a fool I’d make of myself now.”

You scoot closer to him. “Maybe you were with the right crowd. The ones who you know would take care of you when you’re out of it. I’ll take care of you.” You hand the joint over to him. He hesitates but takes the joint and takes his puffs.

“We can finish this off and then I’ll help you cook and set up,” You assured him. He nods, letting himself relish in the effects of the joint. You can’t help but smile at how relaxed he looks. You love the moments where he choose to be vulnerable. “See doesn’t that feel good.”

“Yeah, it actually does. It’s calmed my nerves by a mile.”

“What would the fantastic Murray Bauman be nervous about?”

He looks at you for a split second then looks away handing you the joint. “It’s nothing. Just anxious to see my mother. She’s wanted me to settle down, have some kids, be something…Feel like I’ve failed in all those departments.”

“No way! She’d be so proud of you. Something my father couldn’t even fake in my case. Your mother clearly loves you based off the countless times I’ve seen her call you,” And she does call a lot. Based off the evidence you’d retrieved when you went through his house phone’s call history. “And if you hadn’t written that story about Hawkins Laboratory, I’d of never had the courage to continue pursuing my career. You’re more influential and successful than you think. In fact, I’ll even brag to your mother about how great you are even though she’ll already know that.”

“Thanks. You really know how to make an old hermit feel better,” He smiles widely. “And don’t let your father get to you about your career path. You did what you love. That’s all that matters. Screw ‘em.”

‘Screw me.’ You pleaded in your mind.

“You know I could use some cheering up, too.” You say after another drag of the joint.

“How can I be of assistance? I’ve got dad jokes galore.” He jokes.

You climb onto his lap, settling your core over his crotch. He looks up at you, confused. “I don’t need a dad. I need a daddy.”

He chokes on his spit. “Pardon?”

You put out the joint on the ashtray. “My father couldn’t give me any credit for my hard work. Even if he did I wouldn’t of cared because I’d feel more accomplished if it were you praising me instead. So please, daddy, tell me I did a good job.”

Murray is speechless, bumbling out incoherent sentences that were meant to protest this interaction.

“Tell me I’m your good girl.” You stroked his beard, moving your hips to grind lightly against the bulge forming in his pants.

“My mother will be showing up soon,” His voice is high-pitched as if he’s keeping himself from moaning. “Perhaps, ya know, we should talk this through first.”

“I won’t get off you until you tell me something. Anything. I want to know I did good.” You needed the validation from him so badly or you’d ask the world to swallow you whole.

“You…did…good. So fucking good.” He pants out. Each time your core would pass over the clothed sensitive tip of his dick, it would further take his breath away.

You move your lips so that they ghosted over his before swiping your tongue over his lips. He parts them, giving you access to slip your tongue in. You both moan into the kiss and you ground harder against him.

Your hands grip as his dark locks and he groans against your mouth at the action. His hands had palms-full of your ass cheeks guiding you over his hardness. You deepen the kiss wanting to commit his taste to memory.

Beep!Beep!Beep!

The fire detector goes off. Light smoke fills the air. Murray breaks the kiss and you whine at the loss. He lifts you off his lap and you take a moment to relish in his strength and the way his firm hands gripped your waist before plopping you down on your original seat. He runs towards the kitchen.

You sigh, wanting to through a fit at the interruption. Instead, you stood up and made your way over to kitchen as well.

“Everything okay?” You questioned.

“Yeah. Luckily, I caught it on time,” He shakes his head in disapproval. “Might be a little over done. Mother’s not gonna be happy when she sees her recipe butchered this way.”

“I’m sure it’s still delicious. I’ll begin setting up the table. And you could do anything you can to salvage this meal. Deal?” You wink and smile.

“Deal.” He smiles back.

This was the glimpse of a life you could have with him. Sweet and domestic. His mother would be proud to know Murray has a woman who cares so much for him. You were sure she’d like you.

Immediately after you’d set the table, a knock is on the door. Murray double check through his security measures before confirming it’s his mother then answered the door.

“Look at my handsome man.” The woman exclaims, putting her arms out for an embrace. Murray’s mother was quite elegant looking. She was youthful looking for her age. The warm smile she carried and the lavender cardigan and white pants combo accentuating her youth.

“Mom! Glad you made it safe. I know the cold weather’s been a little brutal. It’s great seeing you. Come on in. Dinner’s soon to be served, ” He takes her things and coat. “Also I’d like for you to meet my…friend, Y/N. I’m mentoring her. She’s a writer like me.”

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Bauman.” You smiled.

“And it’s pleasure meeting you as well. Gosh, you’re so beautiful. I assumed Murray would’ve introduce you as his girlfriend.”

You giggled at her commment. ‘So she too can see how good I’d be for you. If only you did, too.’

“Mom.” Murray sighs.

“I’m only teasing.” She laughs.

He escorts her to the kitchen, pulling out a chair for her to sit. “I made risotto, mom.”

“Sound delicious,” She beams before turning his attention to you. “Murray’s always been quite the chef. Ever since he was a boy. Always was a big helper in cleaning up, too.”

You take your seat beside her, smiling “He’s a keeper.”

Once the food had been distributed the three of you quipped jokes and told stories as if it were all too familiar. You’d even drunk the vodka together.

“Ya know, I was like Jane Fonda back in my time, sticking it to the man. Stood up for the rights of women and of all people regardless of race. I’ve had my fair-share of run ins with the law for wanting to expose injustice. I’m glad to see that drive continue in my boy. And in the younger generations.” Mrs. Bauman says the last part, pointedly, at you.

“The world’s in good hands. I see great things my generation can accomplish. That’s why this full ride is so important to me. I can grow my career and write about the things that matter.”

“I wish you the best of luck, Y/N. You’ll do great things.” She genuinely expresses. You were ecstatic. If only she knew you were planning to take her one and only son all for yourself. You were going to convince him to move away with you tonight.

You look over at Murray, now in deep conversation with his mother. He looked so handsome tonight. So appetizing. You were feeling naughty. You removed one of your heels,lightly trailing your foot up his leg. You watch him jolt at the action.

“You okay, sweetie?” Mrs. Bauman asks, concerned.

“Ughh, yes.” He shoots you a look.

You smile back at him, innocently. Your foot rested on top of his crotch, rubbing his erection through his jeans. The deliciously harsh friction of the denim against his cock forces him to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning.

“You look a little pale, Murray. You sure you’re alright?” You ask, trying to hold back a devious smile.

He shoots another angry look in your direction. “Just a little chilly.” Was all he could muster out.

He discreetly reaches for your foot. Feeling the soft bottom pad of your foot against his fingers, he could only imagine how soft it’d feel against his skin. He quickly shakes off the thought, attempting to pull you off. You wouldn’t budged, pressing harder against him and circling your first toe around where you assumed his engorged tip to be. He shudders, sensitive to the touch. This was good to know for the next phase in your plan.

“Maybe we should wrap up dinner for tonight. We could watch a movie and then call it a night.”

“That sounds like a great idea!” Murray shouts, probably a little to loud, shooting up from his chair and cutting the control you had over him.

“Wonderful! Son, you’ll help me with these dishes in the kitchen. And as for you, dear, you can relax maybe prepare a vhs for us to watch.” Mrs. Bauman says resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you sure? I could help. It would be no issue.”

“No, no. You’re Murray’s guest. Relax. We’ll be right with you.”

You smiled brightly, before heading to the living room. You were livid.

‘Of course. That’s his mother, Y/N. You can’t get angry for her wanting to spend time with her son. She’s a sweet women.’ The angel side of you says. But the demon side of you says, ‘So what if she’s his mother? Murray is yours! He should be spending time with you. He hasn’t had time for you the entire week! You need to spend the little time you have with him. Why do you think she shoo’d you away? She wants to talk about you to him. To keep him away from you.”

The thought of him being deterred from your love made you sick. You tiptoed, hiding behind the wall near the kitchen.

“She’s really cute. A bit young, though.” Mrs. Bauman whispers, handing Murray a dish to dry.

“Again…she’s only an apprentice. It isn’t like that between us.”

“It doesn’t look that way in her eyes. I see the way she looks at you. She really likes you. I just don’t want you or her to get hurt. She’s a sweet girl.”

“I’m like a father-figure to her. She could be with any other man. Why on earth would she like me in that way?”

“Because you’re great, Murray. I’m not the only one that sees it. She really likes you. But she’s also young and she’s learning to discover what she likes. Whether this is just an innocent crush or if she’s actually genuinely interested, it’s up to you to allow yourself to recognize those feelings. Once you do, you’ve got to evaluate whether you let it continue or stop leading her on.”

“I’m sure your reading it’s not what we think.” He denies, he just couldn’t entertain that idea. Sure, you’d kissed him but you were just hurt by your father and the marijuana had influenced your actions. That could explain everything.

You made your way back to the living room, choosing a random movie to tune into. After the countless times you’ve shown him your desire and he still doesn’t believe it. For an intelligent man, he sure didn’t use his brain enough.

——

An hour into the movie and you notice his mother growing sleepy. You were blessed to know that you chose an absolutely boring movie although Murray seemed really into it.

Mrs. Bauman yawns and stretches. “I think I’m calling it a night, honey. Gotta get enough shuteye for the road tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay, you can take my room upstairs.” Murray offers.

“I don’t think I’ll be climbing any stairs tonight. I’m fine to take the guest room,” She takes your hand in hers. “You can stay the night, too, dear. You’ve been drinking. We don’t want you drinking and also driving in this freezing weather. Again it was great meeting you, sweetie. I’ll see you in the morning?”

“You definitely will.” You smile then looked over your shoulder at Murray who hadn’t been listening, still occupied by the movie.

When his mother went into the guest room, you gave it a few seconds. You’re heart beating as you began contemplating the final phase of your plan. You slip down to your knees in front of him. His eyes leaving the television to follow your movements. Your hands flew to undone his jeans, lifting his shirt a little to expose his soft belly.

“Are you out of your mind?” He whisper-yells. “We can’t do this. I’ve been cordial enough with you, Y/N. You and I——”

“Are two consenting adults,” You finished for him.

“Well, I’m not consenting.” He hisses, crossing his arms in front of him. To his bewilderment, you continued. He was an adorable little brat. Luckily for you, you knew a thing or two about taming one.

You resumed undoing his belt. The sounds of the clanking being the only sound in the air. It sends shiver down your spine and an ache between your legs. When you’d reached for his zipper, you lowered it very slowly, taking in every moment. You grip at the side of his jeans, trying to pull them down. He doesn’t lift his hips, just stares down at you, defiantly.

You were growing impatient. You could yell. Lose your shit. You had better ideas though. “I think I’ll handcuff you. I brought some in case you tried running,” You ran a finger along the happy trail on his tummy. “Maybe I’d have your dick out and call your mom in here. Make her watch me suck you off.”

He’s horrified, but why does his dick jump at the shameful thought. You dig your fingers into his thighs further, your sharp nails basically penetrating the denim.

“Or maybe I should choke you til your out cold. I could have some fun with you and you’ll just be forced to take it.” You chuckle, darkly.

“Who are you? What have you done with Y/N?”

“You can be really stupid sometimes, daddy,” You rolled your eyes. “I’ve always been this way. I’ve been obsessed with you from the moment I read your work. I’ve watched you from afar. I’ve studied your schedule. Tracked you down, in hopes that once we met that you’d fall in love with me. You’ve been playing so hard to get though.” You shove down his boxers, tightly grasping his cock. His hand flew up to his mouth muffling a moan. He’s extremely sensitive to touch.

“You need a woman’s touch. I can feel it every time you touch lingers against my skin,” You plant kisses on his bell, jerking in him in his boxers. “Fuck, your cock is so big, daddy.” You whispered before dipping your tongue in his belly button.

He groans. “Y/N, let’s just forget any of this happened. We could chock it up as the vodka talking. You don’t mean any of this.”

“No, I’m not Y/N anymore. Not right now. I’m your good little girl.”

“This is so messed up,” He groans once again, feeling your grip tighten around him. “My mother could walk in on us at any moment.”

“Then quit being so loud.” You release him from his confinement, immediately wrapping your lips around the leaking tip of his penis.

“Fuuuuu—ck.” He stutters out a moan too loud for his liking. His hips lift up causing him to go deeper into your warm mouth. You take this opportunity to lower his jeans and boxers enough so that they’d pool around his ankles then shoved him back down on the couch.

“Patience,” You smile up at him. You taking his hands in yours. You observed the hair on his arms. You love the hairy manliness he carried. He wasn’t the conventional man’s man but he was just the kind you loved. He could be in touch with his feminine side while still having the rugged, hairy look. You kiss the underside of each arm, caressing him with your thumbs. “You know what’s really messed up though? The fact that you would’ve been okay letting me go without having a taste of you. I’d hurt myself. I’d hurt you and anyone really if I never got the chance to have you inside me.”

You deep throat him without warning, your hand finding his balls to squeeze. He pulls up his shirt and bites down at the fabric to restraint his pleasure. Not wanting to give into you just yet.

It didn’t matter to you that he’d still kept his bratty attitude. You were enjoying the feeling on him in your mouth. You’d gone feral. Bobbing your head up and down and sucking him as of he were the world’s tastiest lollipop. His cock was so magic to you. Like a beautifully presented offering, it was the perfect size. Not too long, but really thick and veiny with a slight curve.You can only imagine how many times he’ll manage to make you cum with it.

While one hand continued playing with his balls, the other roamed up and down his chest. Every now and then, you’d tug on the dark curls of his pubes in time with one hard suck, making him gasp.

“Am I doing a good job, daddy?” You say while licking the slit of his tip, tasting more of the salty pre-cum. He doesn’t answer. You tug harder at his pubes. “I asked you a question.”

He whines. “Yes. You’re doing great.”

“Then call me a good girl. Now.” You narrow your eyes at him.

“You’re a good girl. My good girl.” He hisses when you plant your mouth on his balls sucking one into your mouth while jerking the top half of his dick.

You pull away with a soft pop, eyes twinkling at the idea that he’s claiming you. “I’m your good girl?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” He pants.

“Then say it again. Need to hear it,” You were drenched. Your slick causing your thong to slide with ease over your wet pussy. You clenched your thighs together to suppress the dull pain of not having him pounding you. Hoping to get rid of the ache between your legs, your hand travels down your panties. You rub at the sensitive bundle of nerves, your fingers wet with your juices and dripping down your inner thighs. “Say it again for me, daddy.”

“You’re a good girl,” Murray spots you touching yourself. His voice now entirely lust-filled. He could blame the vodka or the marijuana all he wanted but he knew deep down that he’s wanted you for so long. Something about knowing that you’d been obsessed with him made him want to take you the way you’ve dreamed of it. “Can I taste you? Please, my sweet girl.” He begs.

You had an idea. Standing on your two feet, you gesture for him to lay flat on his back on the couch. He does, looking up at you in anticipation.

You pull off your clothes. He admires your body; breath taken away. All his morals going out the window. Not even thinking about his mother possibly walking into the devious sight. Just as you went for your thong, he stops you. “Keep those please. I wanna suck the juices from them, too.”

You moan at his words, nodding. You climb over him. Swinging your legs over his face, your quivering wet core and backside faced him. You stretched removing his sandals and pulling his boxers and pants completely off his body.

Your mouth is back on him like you’d never left, coating his cock with a heavy amount of your saliva. He finds this sex position fascinating. He’s only ever know doggy and missionary. A simple man, he is. But here you were to show him the ropes.

He basks in the way your tongue caresses every square footage of skin. You lightly bite his tip and he bucks at the sensation. This brings him back to reality and soon he puts his mouth to use. He sucks at the thin fabric of your panty’s strip, savoring your sweet taste that soaked it. Once he was sure, he’d gotten every drop, he pushes the underwear to the side, licking a shy stripe up your core. You shudder and cry out at the cool sensation of his saliva against your pussy. You roll your hips, searching for his face so he’d continue. He slaps a large hand on your ass. You yelp at the contact.

“Shhhh.” He hushes you. He rubbing at the cheek then bringing a hand down on the other. He buries his face into your pussy and you could feel yourself sent into another dimension. No way can someone be that good. You’d abandoned sucking him off, resorting to jerking him. Too blissed out to continue. You just kept moaning softly and riding his face. He didn’t seem to mind, wrapping his arms around your waist. He dips a tongue into you entrance, his fingertips gripping your ass to force you down and ride the thick, wet appendage. The hairs of his beard tickles your inner thigh and cunt but it only added to the intense pleasure.

He ate you out as if he were devouring the lips on your face. “Ungh! You’re gonna make me cum so hard.” Your eyes roll back.

He motor boats your pussy, the vibrations causing you to gush your cream on his face and beard. Your vision is spotty as you tried your best to gain your breathing. He’s groaning against you, tongue fucking in and out to slurp at your liquids. You pull off his face at the overstimulation as he continued to suck hard at your little bud.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven.” He breathes out; a hand on his chest as it rose and fell. “I love the way you rode my face. Didn’t want you to stop, babygirl.”

“I’ve got other plans. Stand up for me.” You say, biting your lip. He follows your command, watching your every move. You face the couch, kneeling on its cushions. You bent yourself over the top half of the couch, swaying your hips side to side.

“I want you to fuck me into submission.” You say over your shoulder.

“You’re killing me.” He groans. “We can’t do this here. At least let’s go up to my bedroom. We can be loud…ish.”

“But I want to get fucked now. Right here. I promise I’ll be quiet.

“Yes, but I’m not so sure I will be.” Murray laughs a dry laugh.

“Then cover your mouth, daddy. It gets me so wet thinking of you fucking me right here in this living room when at anymore we could get caught.”

“You’re a menace.” He says, shaking his head at your vulgarity.

“You love it. Now take off the shirt and take me.”

He couldn’t believe he was doing this but, as if his legs were on autopilot, he positions himself behind you. He pulls your underwear down just enough to reveal your puffy, glistening lips to him. Murray wastes no time running his length through your folds, worried that he might come from the sight of your dripping cunt alone. Hell, he’d nearly came when you’d kissed all over his body. He forces the large head of his cock passed your folds. The pressure causing you to cry out. He stills.

You attempt to roll your hips back but he immediately stops you. You can hear restraint in his voice. “No. I need a moment or this will be very quick.”

Murray contemplates removing his glasses. If he doesn’t clearly see the image of himself penetrating you, then he won’t cum so fast. However, he wanted so badly to watch your tight pussy stretch around him. So, decides to keep them, choosing to suffer and hold off his impending end.

“I gotta be real here, hun. I definitely won’t last very long. Ya know, it’s been a while. Like Forever.”

Yes, you 100% knew that it’s been a while for him. Good. No other women could have him. None could handle his core-splitting cock the way you could. You’d take anything for him.

You remove his grip from your waist, slowly rocking back and forth and taking him deeper each time you went down. “That’s okay, daddy. You don’t have to last long. I just want to feel you.” You moan out the last part when you feel him taking control of the thrusts. “Shit, you feel so good inside me.”

His thumbs loop around each sides of your lacy underwear which were being held up by your thigh clamped together. He tugs at the thin material using it like reigns controlling a horse as he pulled you down and plowed deeper into your pillowy channel.

“*ты такая тугая.” Murray growls in Russian. Leaning in, his large hand clasps over your mouth. He’s pummeling harder into you. The sexiness and deep, rich tone of his voice when speaks Russian elicits more of your juices to flow onto his cock. Your nails sink into the hard frame of the back of the couch, practically screaming into his hand at this point.

“Oh my god. It’s so fucking good.” You rode back against him equally as hard. Then he pulls out. You barely have time to shoot him an angry and confused look; he flips you around. He removes your underwear, tossing it to the side and positions you in a way where your head is against the back cushion and your legs are bent at the knees and nearly touching your shoulders. You were folded in half. His hands rested on the backs of your knees, holding you in place. He lowers himself to his knees so that his cock levels with your core. With no hands, he pushes inside you swiftly, squelching noises filling the silence.

Your mouth hangs open. You were still astonish by his thickness and being so filled. “**Блядь.” Murray curses. He flipped you over in hopes to see your blissed out face before he came. He takes his index and middle finger, spanking your clit repeatedly until finally having the mercy to rub frantically at it. You quivered at the sensations he’d blessed you with. The attention on your clit, his beautiful cock thrusting deep into your depths, and the blissed out look on his face was sending you over the edge.

He takes his other hand and roughly plucks each nipple, rolling it between his fingers. You explore his body letting your fingers gently stroke his soft belly then move up to touch his chest hair, then his dark locks. He’s going to cum soon and your hands all over him didn’t help.

“I’m gonna cum, babygirl.” He pushes your legs further against your chest; your knees digging into your shoulders. He draws your first toe into his mouth, sucking on it fervently before whispering a breathy plea. “I want you to cum with me but I don’t think you’re there.”

“Cum in me please. Make me yours. Make me round and full of your babies, Murray, please,” This was your plan all along. You were going to have his babies and he’d eventually come live in New York with you as Husband and Wife. “Fill me up, daddy.”

“Oh my god. You have such a filthy fucking mouth. My precious little girl,” His hands leave your legs, allowing you the freedom to spread them wider. Murray shoves the same fingers that played with your clit into your mouth. You sucked them as if they were his cock. He brings the spit-soaked fingers down on the little nub once again, toying with you. “I’m gonna give you all of it. I won’t let you regret choosing to fall for me, babygirl. I’ll show. I can be a great daddy.”

You moaned, yanking him by the gold chain around his neck, pressing your lips together as he continued to pound hard inside you. He shoves his tongue in your mouth, you earnestly suck at it enjoying the taste of his saliva mixed with your juices and hard liquor. The frenzied sound of your wetness splashing around between your bodies taking you to high points of heaven. Simultaneously, you let out a groan that imitated the sound of growling. You hadn’t expected to orgasm but it happened so fast you didn’t remember where the build up began. Your gummy walls constrict around Murray’s ridged cock. You convulse, wrapping your whole arm around your lower face to stifle your moans.

Your core quivers and coats another layer of your creamy slickness on his cock. Murray gives one hard thrust after the other in short, hard, bursts; rope after rope of his warm cum filling your cunt. You shudder with each thrust, his hand gently wrapping around your neck. He pulls out of you, watching your heartbeat through your quaking, swollen folds.

“Goddamn. That was incredible. I think I saw God,” Murray collapses on the couch seat beside you. Your chests heaved as you tried to catch your breath. He looks down at the cum now seeping out of you. Quietly, Murray makes his way to the guest bathroom coming back with a small wet towel. He runs the warm cloth on your pussy and gathering the liquid that ran down your thighs. You looked down at him and smiled. You were in love and the sight of him crouching down to clean between your legs was something you’ll burn into your memory. “Sorry.”

“No. I asked for this.” You yawned, completely fucked out and sore.

Murray gathers your clothes before picking you up and over his shoulder like an actual caveman. “We’re going to bed.”

God, you loved to be manhandled by him. You couldn’t wait to have more sessions like these so that you can see just how aggressive he could be.

Once you were carried to his bed, he wrapped you in his blanket and you took the chance to inhale the sheets. Everything smelled like his cologne and the bed was so warm and soft, you wanted to implant this memory forever.

“You think you’re mom heard us?” You slurred, exhausted and still very tipsy.

“Gosh, I hope not. I don’t think I’d be able to face her if she did.” He cringes, clenching his teeth. He climbs into the bed beside you, putting his glasses away on the nightstand and pulling your back against his chest. You could feel that he’s wearing his boxers once again. Bummer.

“Well, I hope so. Maybe then she’ll understand that we’re perfect for each other.” You smirked.

“You’re a menace,” He shakes his head, his mouth by your ear. “What ever will I do with you?”

“I can think of several things you can do with me. But we’ll have plenty of days for those.”

“Hm.” Murray acknowledges your comment but he’s slowly drifting to sleep.

You can feel him getting heavier as he drifts away. You snuggle up closer to him waiting until he falls asleep and you whisper, “We’ll be together forever.”

——

In the morning, you woke up to an empty bed. You can smell breakfast being prepared downstairs. Grabbing an oversized t-shirt and his robe, you headed downstairs to join them.

Their backs were turned to you cooking away. You smiled when you noticed Murray look back at you, his eyes widening when he’d notice you in his clothes. His mother looking in your direction to see the spectacle.

“Good Morning, Mrs. Bauman. Did you have a pleasant rest last night?” You smile, innocently.

To your surprise, she smiles back. Then she crosses her arms over herself, raises and eyebrow and says in a teasing tone, “I see you two shared the bed last night. Was the pullout uncomfortable?”

You laughed. Murray spits out his drink, eyes wide and cheeks red. “Mom, is that really necessary?”

“The pullout ‘bed’, Murray,” She says as clarification. “Don’t be such a child.” Mrs. Bauman jokes, winking at him.

The rest of breakfast was pleasant aside from the awkward moment when Mrs. Bauman admitted hearing some parts of you and Murray’s rendezvous. It was all worth it to you, though. In the end, you got the man of your dreams in the palms of your hands. If you’d soon bare his child, he’d never leave you. He was yours to keep and you were going to reiterate that in hopes that he’ll follow you to New York. If he doesn’t come with you, well…then it’ll be nothing to take him with you by force. After all, you’ve waited long and patiently for him. You deserved this.

* ты такая тугая = “You’re so tight.”

** Блядь = “Fuck”

[symphonicmetal101]

Could you do something with the animals that the demon forms are based on? ~~ok maybe I’m just that crazy for cow Belphie but ok~~

It took me a long fucking time but here we go Also...the spacing in this thing is weird, and I don't know why-

Demon Form Animal Quirks the Brothers Have

(I'm so good at titles, can you tell?) LUCIFER - ok so peacocks are pretty rad, not gonna lie

- bitch will not get close to water in this form - will screech if surprised, then get flustered and refuse to admit that he made that sound

- also has a specific call for when its going to rain, and will go hide in his room for the storm...and continues to make the terrible noise until its over.

- (generally, when it comes to sexuality and gender identity I leave it to readers to decide, but I'm making an exception now, though if you guys want to see my hcs for that for the boys- remember they're different for everyone!!- then let me know-) but peacocks are polygamous, so in his demon form he may court or flirt with up to four or five people

- His wings are mostly for show, but he can fly short distances

- He gains more speed in this form and its *terrifying*(if you're the one being chased, on the sidelines its hilarious), as he makes a "chase call" as he does so, which is a high pitched screaming sound

- He likes to sing in the morning to start his day off, and again right before he goes to bed MAMMON - Ravens are fucking rad too - He is a lot smarter than he lets on

- His memory is amazing, especially with peoples faces

- Hordes and steals shiny things more often, sometimes goes complete bird brain so when he comes to again he just has a handful of bolts or a doorknob because it was shiny...has no value and he has to try and find where he got it from

- Ravens mate for life, so in this form he is *especially* possessive of you because...he's already deemed you his mate!

- In this form, he's a little friendlier with Lucifer, or he tries to be. For sOmE reason, ravens tend to try and make friends with big animals, see wolves, gorillas, etc. and its adorable..in most cases-

- He has difficulty turning down a favour in this form, especially in cases regarding kids, like babysitting. Ravens have been known to adopt other eggs and raise the young as their own, so chances are Mammon was the one that raised Satan

- He attacks from above when he gets defensive/offensive and will not stop until you step in or the person/animal backs off

LEVI

- He cant heat up his entire room because he doesn't want to hurt Henry

- That being said, Henry 2.0 is actually Henry 3.0, because he once didnt eat after a long gaming marathon, so when he shifted into his demon form disgruntled, he blacked out for a moment and ate his fish before going to sleep. (Yes, he can unhinge his jaw, but didnt need to for Henry) Mammon happened to walk in on this and silently replaced Henry so Levi wouldnt be upset.

- Levi's fangs wear out fairly quickly, and usually he loses one before the other. He hates it when it happens and will go sulk in his room unless you tell him you think its cute, because it is -Levi's scales, like snakes, are made from keratin. This means sometimes when he's really bored, he'll paint his scales before he sheds- the coolness of the paint makes him a little sleepy but also helps keep his mind off the itchiness

- He does sleep with a heat lamp and an electric blanket to keep warm and cozy

SATAN

- save a cow ride a horseboy, amirite? /j

- basically a centaur in his demon form, his hair grows longer and yes, it gonna be sparkly too, his blonde hair gets a little lighter too

- Do not approach him from behind he will buck - No, he will not let you ride him like a horse - MC, he said no - Fine, but he's just gonna be an antsy boy and want to ***RUN*** - Once you guys get outside, find the nearest field and hope to god he knows when to turn around so you guys arent endlessly running away from HoL

- Enjoys having his hair braided - He always sleeps standing up - He hates being alone, and will frequently stay close to you or seek companionship from his brothers or a club from school.

ASMODEUS

- okokok Scorpions are freaking cool-

- so first of all, scorpions dance before they mate!! The actual term translates to "a promenade for two", so once he touches you in this form, he'll take your arm in his and walk you to where he wants you to be and I feel like this is going NSFW so we'll stop there kashdkjghf

- some scorpions are fluorescent in UV light, and Asmo is not an exception to that. He shows up in a bluey-green hue, and has done make up and photoshoots in UV light to show his glowy self off!

- He's particularly sensitive to his environment, and through vibrations in the area, he can tell who's coming and where he is even in poor light.

- Like the Emperor Scorpion, after molting, he exhibits a golden color from the tail to the head that gradually becomes dark and matches his tail (a little different, but thats what came to mind)

- If he slips completely into this scorpion brain, he will eat almost anything put in front of him, and rivals Beel, but after he's eaten he could technically go a year without eating anything. He uses his diets to stop himself from needing to do that, as he might not need to eat for a year but its tough when you have to watch everyone around you eat and you're too full/can't mentally handle it.

BEEL

- He can break into millions of flies, or simply pick up more tendencies of flies (if you havent already, I think you might like to read my Halloween drabble on demon form Beel) - Spits on his food before eating it, but does it as inconspicuously as possible, as he's a little insecure about it

- Likes to walk on the ceiling sometimes, usually doesnt realize he's doing it. Sometimes he does it to untie Mammon or to keep Belphie away from Lucifer.

- He has an incredible reaction time in general, but its even better in this form. - He has compound eyes but uses glamour to hide them, not wanting to scare you

- His room is a MESS when he's in this form, and he tries to keep all his mess in just his room but in this form he's generally more comfortable in messy places.

BELPHIE

- ok listen - cows are great for anxiety - but technically Belphie would be a bull - so despite my brain screaming at me - These are based off cows and not bulls - Belphie really enjoys being read to, and getting nicknames, even if he denies it. - His burps? Disguting, sorry this needs to be known. He has the biggest and most disgusting burps out of all the boys - As a kid/first little while being a demon, he ate a magnet, just because he wanted to, but now it protects him from whatever he might eat in his sleep - Belphie obviously has his best friends, in you, Beel and Satan and if he's separated again from any of you he will become severely anxious until he's around you again. - He loves solving problems, not like "how do I get my finances in order problems" but more like...life hacks- he enjoys using them to be lazy, but also just makes him happy

[myjunkisyuzuruhanyu]

Reply Part 2

As Part 1 was already very long, here comes part 2 with replies to @winged-wolf-dreamer questions:

Quoting only those not answered already from the question:

"[...]Yuzu and Nathan weren't competing, how did the men's field feel without the two titans? And any other thoughts on the season (and also Shoma's season in particular if you want)"

How did the season feel without Yuzu and Nathan?

Weird. 😂 I mean Yuzu has been competing for 12 years in seniors. I followed his skating closely for the past 9 years. He is the reason this blog exists so without Yuzu it was weird at first. I miss Yuzu dearly. But ofc I also miss especially seeing Yuzu and Shoma together at competitions. They have been my emotional anchor for so long. It's quite sentimental. An aera was closed. 😢

And also Nathan being the consistent Gold winner for the past 4 years definetly had a big impact on the competition.

But ofc when one door closes another opens and Shoma walked through in amazing fashion. Shoma was always a force to be reckoned with when Yuzu and Nathan were competing. He may not have been as consistent as Nathan or as superior in overall packaging like Yuzu, but he always had all the abilities to compete with them. It was only logical in theory that he would step in as the men field leader, BUT it doesn't mean it would happen because it's not an easy thing to carry those expectations alone on your back. Shoma walked this season with confidence and a sense of chaos. Like I said in my previous answer, isn't it amazing that he is finishing the season undefeated though he didn't perform his full content? His development in the past year is so crazy. Call me sentimental, but Yuzu once said at the 2018 Olympics: "If I'd say today that I retire [...] I know I could leave it to Shoma, but for now I think I should stay and take care of him a bit longer[...]" and so it seems Yuzu did take care until Shoma could handle it on his own. (it's not a direct quote I'd have to search for the direct quote but this was the gist of what Yuzu said) When Yuzu retired Shoma was ready to take over the spot of main character where Yuzu left a space. Of course you cannot simply take someone's place, everyone has their own right and own impact and stories to be told and Shoma already had impact in skating when Yuzu and Nathan were still competing, BUT at this point there is no doubt about who is the leader in the men field. His name is Shoma Uno!

In general I think ofc the level suffered with Yuzu and Nathan gone and also with Yuma not being able to compete. The other male skaters are good, but where there used to be 3-4 skaters at the top, there is only one now - Shoma. (I hope Yuma can return at full potential next season!) Ilia - though highly anticipated and hyped up - could not fill the gap that was left. Also Team Japan men field is very deep and each of them is really good, but no one is at Shoma's or even Ilia's technical level. Technically Ilia could have surpassed Shoma but not with the lack of artistry and packaging and with being so young and inexperienced. (the kiddo had a lot of pressure and also experienced quite some unwarranted hate) Also Yuzu and Nathan gone did give way for some new breakout stars in the season. We had some medal surprises in a lot of competitions. Men was never predictable besides medals for Nathan and Yuzu but now the medals especially when Shoma was not competing were very open. It was not a few competing for 1st but sometimes 6-8 potential medal winners. I like that. 😁

Any other thoughts on the season and Shoma's season in particular?

I think for a season after the Olympics where many skaters retired or chose not to compete it was a great season. Some new breakout stars like Kao Miura, Ilia Malinin, Isabeau Levito, but also skaters coming out of the shadow like Sota Yamamoto or Shun Sato did make this an interesting season. It was never boring, it was hardly predictable and most importantly it was a full season without major competitions being canceled or postponed. Covid is overall not an issue anymore which is just a thing itself to celebrate.

About Shoma's season - I can only repeat myself that Shoma had an amazing season result wise - undefeated champion. He carried the men field on his back and many skaters named Shoma as the skater they were looking up to. He really is the main star of the current competition.

Up until JNats everything was going smoothly. Shoma paced himself well to finish the GPF strong and confident, also Japanese Nationals worked well considering the GPF was close. Worlds was not as confident as the GPF due to his injury. The outcome however was a Gold medal as expected. The finish of the season was ofc not the best way - ending the season with a withdrawal is never how you want to end a season and it's also his first withdrawal ever bc of injury in over 50 competitions. The ending however doesn’t take away from the great performances he showed throughout and most impressively that he never backed down, never eased his content when he could have won with less BV, never any minute did not give his all.

I personally was the most happy at the GPF. It was just amazing to see his practices and competition and the way to support was in person and that always feels special. Worlds was worrying especially because of his interview, but considering his condition you could really not have expected it to end any better.

I think Shoma at this point of his career knows exactly what he is capable of and knows exactly what he wants to do and how to train. I also think you can see this in the way that he doesn't need a coach to permanently support him at daily practice. He mostly needs it right at the competition as moral support. Also shoutout to Demi-san who I personally think is more important than even Stephane for Shoma's wellbeing. I think without Demi-san Shoma may have not been able to compete at Worlds.

Japan is lucky to have such a strong field and I think that also motivates Shoma. I also think having Ilia in the competition who is able to do just as many quads is a good motivation for Shoma too. And Shoma is a great motivation for Ilia as well as Ilia said he saw that only quads won't do it and he has to work on his artistry as well. If Shoma brings more attention to artistry then the men field can only benefit. Same for the ladies where you had great performances and you can see that you don't need those quads in ladies to have a good competition.

Thanks to all the skaters for an enjoyable season! 😊

Thank you @winged-wolf-dreamer for your constant asks in my inbox!

And thank you dear followers for reading my posts! Thank you for your support! ❤️

[shy-peacock]

Alright my friend! For the kissing prompts, let's see what you create mixing "smiling in-between kisses" and "brushing your lips together, lingering for a moment"

Unnamed AU- Rated G for God damn that's SOFT and FLUFFY and just a bit of glossed over trauma ;_;

Short, no proof read cause disney don't pay me enough Rayamaari kisses to do so XD

Raya didn’t know much about Namaari’s past. 

She had met her just out of high school, she was going to college and Namaari went right into work. Fixing up vehicles, detailing and other tiny jobs on the side that gave her enough money for food for the week and kept the lights on at home. No family, no memories she cared to share about that (none like Raya's crazy childhood moments). Much more interested in making a future with Raya, a future she could be proud of.

What little she did know was that Namaari had been working ever since she was a child. Working, surviving, staying ahead of the awfulness that had tried to keep her down. Bumped around from home to home, an ever-changing lifestyle that had chewed her up and spat her out. Leaving her to collect herself, better herself, beat the odds that were against her.

Raya met her at the tail end of this, where Namaari had good things coming her way. Everything already said and done, Namaari handling it all on her own.

Still, every now and then, it came out.

Raya would find her sunken into herself, crying after a nightmare from the past. Weighed down in guilt and shame or shaken by a memory of a monster that had entered her life. Sometimes her eyes would become distant, sometimes she’d bury herself in work. A workout would help collect herself, getting space to find herself again. Therapy had always been important for her and in the small moments where she could lay in Raya’s arms and simply just talk had her feeling better than she ever could imagine. She’d talk about good things, bad, and even minuscule stuff that had just happened to cross her mind. The moments of comfort she had as a child, being the most.

She lived in the deep sections of the city

Loud, bright, and full of constant movement; especially at night when the buildings and the bars and the restaurants with far too many crowded seats had people hanging around in them. Music blaring, the residents in the apartments all around them breaking into fights, babies crying or blasting their television so they could watch the game. 

Namaari spoke often of the noise, the way it overwhelmed her, and how she had made a place for herself in the closet of her bedroom. A dark place, with very little light, except that of at least fifty or so neon stars that she had stuck to the wall. Where she could lay down in the silence, watching them as a means to keep her focus, drifting to sleep in the comfort of their hue.

“I imagined I was camping..” she’d laugh, “laying out in some random field and looking up at the big night sky and not in some strange home with even stranger people.”

The stars were a constant form of relief, something Namaari would pick off the walls before she’d be forced to move on. Eventually dwindling down from fifty to a mere ten and, in the later years of her life, to only five. The handful of stars tucked away now in a box in the apartment that they shared, no longer needed yet there as a memory.

And maybe it was the innocence of it or the way she could perfectly picture Namaari as a young child, sitting in a closet as she traced the outlines of those dim stars on her wall. Trying to sleep, to forget the fact that she was absolutely terrified. But Raya couldn’t seem to let the memory go, the story sticking with her for weeks until it seemed to snap an idea into her brain. Wanting to make a special memory with Namaari, to show her how much she loved her. All of her, past and present. Wanting her to know she had listened and would always be there to listen to her no matter what.

She planned it all, amazingly well at that. Namaari had no idea the week before where she was being driven to that weekend, Raya keeping it all under wraps as best she could. Packing up their car, driving out into the wilderness without letting Namaari in on the secret. Though Namaari was no fool, seeing she had packed a tent and sleeping bags and enough food that it made more sense they’d be on their ‘adventure’ for a week over just a weekend. But Raya wanted it to be perfect, she wanted Namaari to have fun. Bringing everything she could possibly think of to this little ‘camping trip’.

Namaari humored her all the same. She pretended to be surprised when they finally arrived at the campsite, earning her an eyeroll from Raya as she made an audible gasp to be even more dramatic. They unpacked and set up their campsite, went on a hike to the river and tried their hand at fishing. They did just about anything and everything that afternoon that you’d expect an official ‘know-it-all’ camper Raya pretended to be to do, the two laughing at how ‘girl scouts’ it all seemed, especially when they made s'mores and cooked food over the fire. Namaari unable to stop smiling the entire day, fully enjoying herself with Raya’s kind gesture.

The real surprise was when night fell.

Raya let the fire die away, the two cuddling close by its embers. Talking quietly, Raya specifically trying to keep Namaari up as late as she possibly could. Wanting her to see the final piece to her whole plan. Something she was sure Namaari hadn’t even thought about in their day of fun, especially once she had figured out that they were camping. Thinking she was so smart, having figured Raya out. Raya was absolutely pleased with herself when the time finally arrived.

The world darkened around them, but it was also as if it began to light up as well when, one by one, the stars began to come into view. Twinkling softly, blending into the sky, and then it was as if the entire galaxy had decided to explode right then and there. 

Raya was expecting a good amount of stars, but certainly not this…masterpiece that was on display for them at that moment. She had never seen so many stars in one night sky, the amount absolutely endless. It was as if they couldn’t look at them all, turning back and forth and finding a completely new set where they swore they had just seen another. The colors magnificent, like a jet stream of light blue, an ocean in the sky with glittering pearls within the sand.

Raya was so caught up in the sights that she had nearly forgotten that she was really more here for Namaari's reaction over her own. Turning, seeing that she too had become lost in the moment. Her eyes wide, mouth fallen open. Truly amazed, even as she turned to face Raya.

“You…remembered..” she scoffed, unable to say much else.

Raya shrugged, smiling ear to ear.

“When you told me that story…all I could think about is how much I wish I could have been there with you..” she admitted, “so..I figured…since I can’t change the past, I’d make this new memory with you..to feel comforted by..”

Namaari swallowed, clearly trying to hold back tears as she smiled. 

Happy, looking at Raya just as she had done the stars.

“If-..that’s okay-..?” Raya asked all the same. 

Namaari laughed, wiping at her tears that came easily down her cheeks then.

“Yes, it’s more than okay-” 

They kissed then, affectionately, under the stars. Their lips lingering on the other’s, enjoying it, savoring it as they held this moment together. Their kiss breaking apart, the two laughing and smiling as they tried to kiss again- Raya kissing Namaari’s teeth, Namaari tugging her closer and effectively bumping their noses together- causing them to laugh even more as Namaari pulled Raya into her lap. Cuddling happily, settling there beneath the stars.

[greenygreenland]

Date: Jean Havoc x Reader (w/ Big Brother Roy Mustang)

REQUESTED

-PRETEND ROY IS YOUNGER FOR THE SAKE OF THIS ONE-SHOT (say, like 20-ish) -sorry this took so long. I had an internship and it got a little crazy

-idc about the timeline because this is a one-shot and i’m not gonna use my big brain lmaooo

Summary: Overprotective Roy? Yes. You’re dating Jean Havoc and your bro watches your first date from the shadows.

Nervous. That was the first emotion you felt when you stepped out of the front door. Today was a big day, maybe more so than you’d like to believe. The sun shimmered overhead, where the sparse clouds drifted lazily across the sky. “Bye, Roy,” you called. “I’ll be back around sixteen o’clock.”

Roy was your elder brother by four years. If a guard dog had a human personification, it would definitely be him. For all your life, he wrote himself off as the responsible sibling. He acted like his grades were better than yours, like he was the one to take out the trash, or finish all the dishes before cockroaches decided to make home in them.

Anyone would have thought that to be true. After all, Roy was young and rose up the military ranks at an alarming rate. But you knew better, along with his close colleagues. Roy was stupid, overprotective, and impulsive. He would do anything that interested him, and if it didn’t, he’d pay no mind to it.

You prayed your brother would pay no mind today.

The front door slammed open with a creak. “Where do you think you’re going?” Roy inquired. He squinted at you as if you were about to do something stupid. “And what are you wearing? I hope you have shorts under that.” You rolled your eyes and adjusted the purse slung over your shoulder. 

This sun dress was a gift from Jean for your (age) birthday. The skirt flowed in the passing breezes like a flower, illuminating all the vibrant colours under the rays of sun. It was a beautiful dress. If Roy thought otherwise, you’d make him understand. “It’s called a dress, doofus.” you sarcastically replied. “Not like you’d know when you only see Riza in the Command Centre. Poor you. Haven’t gotten the chance to see her in a skirt, huh?”

Roy averted his gaze to the sky with a haughty huff. “What are you talking about? That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Heat rose up his cheeks. “If you’re implying I harbour romantic feelings for my First Lieutenant, then you’re--”

“A hundred percent correct.” you stated with a smug smirk. “I’ll be back around sixteen o’clock. Don’t burn down the house.” If Roy accidently did, you wouldn’t be surprised. He was the Flame Alchemist, and above all, your stupid big brother.

“Where are you going (Y/n)?” Roy called. You flung your hair over your shoulder with a bright smile that could have blinded even the sun. “A date, of course.” Okay, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to rub salt in a wound. What Roy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. But then you saw look on his face. Nevermind, it was totally worth it to rub in his face: jaw agape, eyes as wide as saucers, and shoulders hunched down.

Ah, it was good to be you.

The city bustled with life. With the sun shining, and the beauty of living in your palms, you trotted down the street. There was nothing that could ruin your date.

"Jean!" Your tone was light as a laugh escaped your lips. "It feels like I haven't seen you in a while." 

Cherry red dusted his cheeks. He stuffed the unlit cigarette into his pocket and offered you a hand. In his other, he placed a single (f/c) flower between your hairclips. "I saw you yesterday," he said with a bashful smile. "What do you mean it's been a while?" You bumped shoulders playfully and intertwined your fingers together. "Hyperbole, Jean."

"Well, it's one hyperbole too many." He remarked with a grin. "Do you want to have sandwiches today or a hot meal?" You shrugged, leaning against his shoulder. It was comfortable to have him hold you like this as you made your way down the street. He always had this secure way of linking your arms with his.

Off to the side, Roy couldn't say the same. It wasn’t like he planned on following you. Curiosity just swept him out of the house. And besides, what you didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt, right? Right.

Roy wished Jean didn’t hold you like you were some stuffed animal. For all he knew, Jean was just playing you. It wouldn't be the first when he had over fifteen other girls in the past four months. If Jean broke your heart, he'd be sure to fry the man up to a crisp. "Damn him," Roy grumbled. He pulled down his fedora and adjusted the glasses over his nose. "What makes him think he can touch (Y/n) like that?"

You suddenly laughed loudly at some joke. “Stop!” you cried, playfully smacking his arm. “That’s the worst one I’ve heard all week!” 

Roy slinked out of the shadows with a low huff. He shouldn't have worn such a thick jacket. It had to be over twenty something degrees today. But that was no matter because you were being whisked away to the park--by Jean! Roy hurried down the street. Since when did you get lunch? And what was Jean going to do to you?

"The park's a good place." you noted. “Let’s go there.” The bag from Sally's Sandwiches hung from Jean's arm. It swung back and forth as he happily pranced along the street with you hand in hand. "Good thing I remembered to bring a blanket this time. We can sit under that tree."

Oh, what was Jean going to do to you? Roy couldn't stand the thought of you walking with him like that. There had to be an ulterior motive to this 'date'. Maybe Jean wanted to leech off you for money, or maybe he would try seducing you in the park? Roy shook his head. No, no.

Jean wasn't a bad guy. Maybe Roy was thinking too far ahead. But what if he wasn’t? What if Jean pulled some sneaky plan?

You crossed the street just as a car wildly swerved. Its tires screeched against the road like nails on a chalkboard, grinding against stone until it came your way. Roy frantically popped out of his hiding space. "What kind of idiot would--"

Suddenly, you slammed a hand into the ground. The stone transmuted, blocking the car from any unnecessary collisions. It smacked straight into the wall, smoke and steam rising from its engine. "(Y/n)!" cried Jean. "Are you okay?" He frantically placed a hand on either of your shoulders and looked you up and down. A smile rose to your lips. "I'm fine. Not even a scratch."

A sigh escaped Jean's lips. "That's good. I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt." You placed a gentle hand to his cheek and pecked it (Roy wanted to gag). "I'm an Alchemist. It'd be a shame if I went down by a car."

"Don't joke about that," Jean chastised. He hooked his arm with yours again and led you away from the screeching onlookers and police. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

Roy blinked. Did he hear Jean right? 'I don't know what I'd do if I lost you'? What was that supposed to mean? “Look at them, being all lovey-dovey...” Roy continued after the couple. They passed through a field of forest green grass, where flowers bloomed in straight, uniform lines all around. It was a beautiful spot to have a picnic. 

You swung your arm, hand in hand with Jean. The sun kissed your heads from the Heaven’s, illuminating a bright happiness Roy couldn’t look away from. Urgh. He wanted to kick something, or better yet, set a tree on fire. How could you two look so perfect? You were only (age) and that was far too young to be dating. 

Besides, you had a career in the military. If your little ‘relationship’ was sealed with a ring, you’d be separated. “Did they even think that through?” Roy grumbled to himself. He gritted his teeth together and ducked behind a bush. 

“Excuse me sir.”

Roy glanced over his shoulder with a false smile. “Ah, what is it?” A little boy ball up and down in his hand. The glare on his face could have been intimidating, but Roy was Roy Mustang. He wouldn’t let some kid look down upon him. “Are you lost?”

The kid clutched the rock so tightly his knuckles turned white. “My mama said to watch out for creepy people. I think you fit well, Mr. Pervert.” He took a step back and launched the ball at Roy’s head. “Take that!”

“What are you talking about?!” Roy exclaimed. He jumped out of the bushes and brushed the leaves from his jacket. Boy, it was getting terribly hot in the sweltering heat. Poor Roy found himself losing what little patience remained. “I’m not a creep, kid! Where are your parents? If I was a creep, you would have been kidnapped already. I’m just trying to make sure my sister...!”

At that very second, you so happened to come to a stop. At that very second, you so happened to stare. At that very second, you so happened to recognise a face among strangers.

Roy was royally screwed. 

The little kid pointed at Roy as if he were the most wanted criminal in all of Amestris. “Lady!” he screeched. “I saw this guy watching you since you got here! He’s a creep! Call the cops!” Jean squinted at Roy. At first, he actually believed the kid was telling the truth. What kind of normal person wore a winter coat, a fedora, and a pair of sunglasses if not to deal drugs in the alleyways?

“Hold up...” Jean blinked owlishly. “Colonel, is that you?!”

You released Jean’s arm. “Oh, it’s him alright.” A menacing glare rose to your face as you cracked your knuckles. What was Roy supposed to do? The wrath of his sister was not something he could brace himself for, especially when she could be just as impulsive as Edward Elric.

Roy waved his arms in denial. “I don’t know what that kid’s talking about. I just happened to pass by, and in the process, I ended up dropping my wallet, which turned out to be in the bushes, so--”

“Save it.” You cracked your knuckles and pulled on a glove. “It’s time to crank up the heat, because we’re having fried Alchemist tonight.”

Anger. That was the only emotion you felt as you chased your big brother around the park. Today was supposed to be a big day. You planned to walk around, maybe go shopping, and spend the night wandering around with Jean for a whole day. But no. Your stupid, idiotic, big brother had to be the creepy party crasher.

[supercorpkid]

It’s crossover season – Part 2.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Iron Man x TeamMate!Reader, Captain America x TeamMate!Reader, Bucky x TeamMate!Reader, Falcon x TeamMate!Reader, Vision x TeamMate!Reader, Wanda x TeamMate!Reader.

Word count: 2675.

Previously on the series - part 1

“What do you mean no one can lift Thor’s hammer?” You ask Cap, who puts his arms around you with a little smile. “Is it made by a million tons of condensed dwarf star?”

“Is it what? No, nothing like that. It’s a long story.” He says guiding you back inside. “The important part is that you just showed everyone how worthy you are.” You smile at the compliment. “Do you mind training a little, before the big fight? I just want to make sure you’re in sync with the rest of the team.”

“Yeah. I would love that.” You agree with your head and Cap guides you to a large room with a bunch of new people you don’t know.

“Guys, this is Superkid. She is back-up for the fight that is to come.” Cap says and you smile shyly, looking at everyone staring at you. “Remember that we’re facing a strong and big army, and any help is more than welcomed.” He looks back at you. “Now onto work.”

You agree with your head, and he leaves. You look at a guy with wings coming out of his suit and nod.

“Nice wings.” You smile politely. He agrees with his head.

“Thank you! Nice…” He looks at you for a second and you finally notice what you’ve been wearing all along. Your momma’s old college T-shirt, and sweatpants.

“Oh, sorry!” You change into your super suit using your super speed and go back to the same place you were.

“So, you’re fast.” He says like he has deciphered you. “I’m Sam, aka Falcon.” He points at himself. “Red guy over there is Vision.” You look up to see an actual red guy flying.

“Lovely to make your acquaintance.” He says from up there.

“Yeah. You too.” You look back at Sam, pointing at the only other girl in the room.

“That’s Wanda.”

“Cool. Hi Wanda!” You wave at her and she kind of waves, kind of nods at you, but doesn’t quite do any.

“Bucky.” Sam says at the guy coming closer with a frown on his face.

“Are we going to kindergartens to pick up heroes now?” It’s what Bucky says, when he gets closer to you and you roll your eyes. Not another one questioning your abilities because of your age.

“Nice arm.” You point at his metal arm with a smile. “Is that your superpower? You have a metal arm?”

“Funny.” He frowns while Sam laughs at him.

“Come on, kid. Time to show us what you’ve got.” Sam says and they all walk to the same side, leaving you alone in the other.

“So, it’s all of you against me?” You furrow your brows and they smile.

“Don’t worry, we’ll go easy on you.” Bucky says with a blank face, and you shrug.

Falcon is the first to come at you. Wings up, flying towards you, with a gun in hand. He doesn’t shoot, but he doesn’t catch you either. You fly up, and when he passes down on you, you throw your body back at him, making him fall on the ground. He uses his wings to protect himself from the fall and rolls to the other side of the room.

Next, Bucky comes at you. You know he’s more of a combat guy. That’s not your fighting style, you are aware. You were never really good at that, so you should avoid it. He comes in, metal arm ready to punch you and you hold his hand before it hits your face. You don’t know what this metal is, but it’s very strong, and a lot harder to break than you thought. Still, you make an effort to at least make a dent in it.

“Stop!” He pulls his arm away from your grip. “This is expensive, kid. Don’t break it.”

“Sorry.” You look at the little dent you made in it and smile apologetic. “I’ll go easy on you.”

But your time with Bucky is over, because Vision is coming at you now. He flies towards you at full speed, but he doesn’t have his fist closed. He is not going to punch you. Instead, he hits you with some kind of yellow ray, and you look at your hands glowing yellow, and feel your entire body shivering like you just got a blast of excitement.

“What is this?” You ask him, and he stops. Surprised you’ve taken such a hit, without running from it.

“Solar energy?” He asks, landing in front of you. “You were not supposed to take the hit, I thought you would move away from it.”

“Solar energy?” You smile. “Cool, man. That’s how I get my powers. And you just blast me with the strongest sunlight I’ve ever seen. I bet I’m even stronger now!”

Just to test it, you punch the floor, making a hole all around you. You notice, kind of too late, that this is probably the second time you’ll cause structural damage to a room, when you hear the windows breaking, making glass fly everywhere. Just a second later you hear the walls starting to give in and soon they’re crumbling down.

You look around, before the ceiling falls on top of you, to see the rest of ‘the Avengers’, and pick them up to save them from it. But you’re a second too late, because soon, there’s a red energy force around you, and before you blink, you’re thrown away, along with everyone else from the team to the field next to it.

You roll on the floor, stopping a little further away from everyone else, and you look at the now destroyed room you were all inside.

“I’m sorry.” You look at them feeling a little embarrassed. That was too much. You went too far. “Did I mess up big time?”

“Oh no, don’t worry. Who here never destroyed an entire reinforced training space?” Sam says, sounding a little bit too ironic, and you don’t know if he maybe meant it as a joke, or to try to make you feel better. Either way, you think this isn’t the first time you’ve destroyed your training place. “Besides, Tony’s a billionaire.” He says standing up, and you look up to Wanda, landing in front of you, and offering her hand to help you up.

“Thanks for getting us out of there.” You smile and she agrees with her head.

“Yeah, sure. Just don’t destroy the other side of the compound. That’s where we sleep.” She smiles and you agree with your head.

“I’m not mad.” You hear behind you, and you turn around to look at Mister Stark himself looking at the mess you made. “I just want to know who did it.” He takes off his sunglasses just to stare at you. “Let me guess, smart mouth over here is not only great at talking back, but she is also a destruction weapon?”

“In my defense…” You try, knowing there’s absolutely no defense for what you just did. “Vision hit me with solar energy, and you know that’s where my powers come from.”

He sighs, looking at you one last time, before putting his sunglasses back. If you weren’t paying attention, you would’ve missed the little smile on the corner of his lips.

“Where should I send the bill to?” He asks walking past you and you know it’s a rhetorical question, but you still roll your eyes and answer.

“L Corp.”

“Not a real place. But nice try.” If you didn’t have super hearing, you wouldn’t have caught that. “Wanda, do you mind showing our little troublemaker where she’s staying tonight? I hope we’re lucky enough that she won’t destroy that.”

“Come on.” Wanda points at the other side of the compound. “Let’s fly there.”

Wanda leads you to the other wing of the compound and shows you an empty bedroom you can stay in. You sit on the bed feeling relentless. There’s too much going on in your head, you would sound crazy if you try to put it into words.

It’s weird being here. It’s your first thought. But it’s also nice. You’re used to being around super-heroes. You were never a stranger to the saving lives and saving the world concept. It’s been like this ever since you were born, and you never knew another life. But whatever this is, it’s not what you’re used to. This is not a house, you understand that by looking around, this is a safe place. Sort of like the Fortress of Solitude. But instead of solitude, you find that there’s so many people around. What you’re feeling right now is anything, but loneliness.

So many superheroes with different abilities, all living together, training, making each other better. People with so many backgrounds. You were so scared they could find out you’re half alien, and then Thor waltzes in looking like he just belongs on this Earth, and you find peace. For the first time the thought of you being half alien is not scary. You’re not scared if they know that. In fact, you want them to know that.

You want them to know you, and you want to know them. You want to hear all about Thor’s hammer and why apparently no one else in this house can lift it, no matter how strong they are.

“It’s called Mjölnir.” Wanda says and you look at your door with wide eyes. You earn a soft chuckle in response. “The fact why no one can’t lift it, it’s because there’s some Asgardian protection and only who’s worthy can lift it.”

“Worthy of what?” You ask and she shrugs, walking to the chair in front of your bed.

“I guess who has a pure heart or good intentions?” Wanda waves it off, and you agree with your head. “Honestly, you have immense power. I guess the fact that you’re a kid also helps with the ‘pure heart’ part.”

“Like you’re that much older.” You roll your eyes, and Wanda smiles again. She must be only four years older than you. It’s not that big of a difference. And yet, here she is. Part of ‘the Avengers’. Fighting, being a back-up for everyone. While you just keep destroying training centers like a big stupid mess.

“Hey, stop that.” Wanda says and you raise your eyes to stare her. “You’re not a big stupid mess.”

“And you can stop reading my thoughts, please.”

“I’m sorry. But you’re wrong anyways. I wasn’t always back-up. In fact, I was once someone they were fighting against.” She breathes deep after that. You furrow your brows.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.” She bites her lips while fidgeting with her rings. “No one here is perfect. Everyone has a past where they did something they shouldn’t have.”

“Oh really? Even Mister Playboy?” You ask.

“Especially him. He made his money by selling weapons that were used by the bad guys. He might be a genius, but his money? I don’t really like to think about where that came from.”

“Sam? Bucky?”

“Sam was military, so I bet he’s done a lot. Bucky was literally brainwashed and has killed a long list of people by the command of a huge bad organization.” Wanda adds, and you furrow your brows taking some time to absorb her words. “Just-” She makes her way to sit in bed with you. “I know you feel bad for destroying the training center, and honestly you don’t have to.”

“I’m sorry, I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that you all have such intense-” You look at her to see her reaction to the word. She hums in agreement. “Pasts.” You think about Kara. “I’m not very familiar with that.”

“How come?”

“Well, my momma is from a planet called Krypton and it exploded. So, she was sent to Earth, not this one,” you make sure to add. “She always did good. I think she sort of felt like she had to, ‘cause Earth was welcoming her after the loss of her planet, you know?”

“She never made a mistake?” Wanda raises her eyebrow and you think about a few times Kara was affected with red Kryptonite and sure, she made a few mistakes back there, but none was intentional. She was never fully conscious and chose to do so. You shake your head in denial. “Ooof, it must be hard. Is it only the two of you?”

“No. There’s my other mom. She came from a family of villains. My uncle is just always out to kill me and my momma, because we’re aliens.” You say, not aware why you’re telling this girl you just met everything about your life. “But, despite all that, my mom is good. She’s a genius who just makes stuff to make my Earth better.”

“I see now why you’re worthy of Thor’s hammer and the rest of us aren’t.” She chuckles and you give her a forced smile.

“I’m not so good. Not like they want, anyways.” You say and Wanda agrees with her head, like she understands you.

“You know something I learned when I joined the Avengers?” You look at her with puzzling eyes. “You can’t always be good. It’s impossible. The world isn’t black and white, things are not easy like that. You can try to do good as much as you’d like, but sometimes you think you’re on the good side, and you’re not. At all.” She really seems to be talking about her own experiences here. “There’s this grey area and sometimes we find ourselves there.”

“And then what do we do?” You are really interested, because maybe you’re in this grey area.

“We survive and we go on.” She shrugs. “That’s the only thing we can do.”

Go on. That’s her advice. She goes on. That’s not something Kara and Lena would say to you. They would’ve said the only thing you can do, is do your best. Do better. Fight your way out of this grey area. They would never have told you to just survive, and just go on. But here’s the thing, sometimes just surviving is you already doing your best.

You stare at Wanda’s face and hum in agreement. She’s right. And the best part? She wouldn’t force you to do better, but just to go on.

“Wow, you’re really wise for someone your age.” You are legit impressed with her. She smiles at you.

“I have been through a lot of pain and losses.” Her expression immediately saddens at that, and you can only imagine what she’s been through. “It forced me out of my youth.”

“Sorry about that, Wanda.”

“Yeah.” She shrugs, getting up, and she points to the door in front of yours. “I’m in that room, in case you need something. Just rest a little. Tomorrow will probably be the hardest day of your life.”

Wanda leaves your bedroom and you look around, breathing deep. Man, aren’t you far from home?

You think about Kara and Lena, and you hope they’re not worried about you. Because this might sound weird, but it feels good to be here. It feels like this is where you are actually supposed to be right now.

Post-credit scene:

“This is it?” Kara says landing in front of a door, putting Lena next to her. Lena picks up the card again and looks at it.

“This is it. 177A Bleecker St.” She agrees with her head.

“There’s nothing inside.” Kara walks in the front door, giving it a push strong enough to open it even though it is locked. They walk in an empty building, covered with dust and silence. “She’s not here. There’s nothing here.”

“Kara.” Lena calls and Kara turns around to look at her. Both have watery eyes, and hearts beating out of their chest. “I want my baby.”

“I want her too.” Kara says, wrapping her arms around Lena’s shoulders, bringing her closer. “I’m gonna find her. I will find you, little one. I’ll find you.”

[lubdubsworld]

Insatiable  ( Jungkook x Oc ) Chapter 8

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC!   Age difference!!!

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Chapter 8

“Heartbreak looks good on you...” My sister commented impishly, watching me slip the teardrop earring into my lobe, the ruby red stone glinting in the dimlight of the bedroom. 

It was a couple of weeks since my uncle had come over and today, all the important clan leaders from around the country would be heading over to pay their respects to him. As one of the oldest surviving vampires, he commanded a lot of respect and no one really wanted to be on his bad side. 

Which just made me love Jungkook all the more because I couldn’t forget how he’d literally thrown himself in between us that day. I wanted to give him  everything  in return but apparently, all i was allowed to give him was space. 

My father had visited me everyday , giving me a very cryptic, ‘ I’ll make sure the two of you get your happy ending, dearest but you need to trust me and stay away for a while. Just a while. ’. 

But it seemed so impossible, so far away and just so unlikely that I was beginning to lose hope. 

It didn’t help that I hadn’t actually seen Jungkook in these two weeks . Namjoon took his place and my only connection to him was Joowon , who told me his father was busy ...that he stayed with Hwasa most evenings . I felt jittery and nervous and even more so today because of the lavish party being hosted in the Grand Ball Room, which was easily the biggest room in the entire estate. The last time it had been opened was for my parent’s wedding a whole two centuries ago.  

For once I couldn’t hide in the daycare in sweats. My uncle apparently insisted that i be present for the party tonight. 

It only made my anxiety skyrocket. 

I was a mess when it came to formal parties with century old vampires. I had all the formal training of course, but still the etiquette lessons were long forgotten and lot of those cranky old bats had very archaic ideas about what was allowed and what wasn’t. 

I  didn’t want some entitled century old vampire pawing at my neck for a drink tonight. I really didn’t. 

But i had done my part. Put on a red dress, the backline dipping all the way down to the base of my spine , let one of the make up artists in the clan have a go at my face and even put on blood red lipstick. 

I grunted , trying to yank the small lace and leather garter up my thigh. It had a holster for a dagger, the small ornate silver one that all the women in the clan carried. The dagger was crafted with the Hwang crest on its handle and I carefully sheathed it in, patting my thigh to make sure it wouldn’t slip down my limb. 

“Don’t make fun of my misery.” I glared at her and she actually laughed. 

“Sera, you feel too much too deeply. Jungkook isn’t going anywhere. He’ll come around. “ She said gently.

I shook my head.

“I don’t want to wait though. I... I don’t know why I hate waiting but I do..”

“He looks like a kinky bastard. Tell me, did you guys try anything ...I don’t know..risky?”

Nothing riskier than getting edged in front of a whole hotel full of guests and then getting fucked in the back of a car. Oh, did I tell you he spit in my mouth? And I loved it.

“Not really.” I lied but I could feel my face heating up as I turned around, back to the mirror as i felt my ears burning.

My sister shrieked so loud I jumped, nearly knocking over the bottle of perfume on the dresser.

“Oh my God, Sera, you naughty little bint! Tell me now!!!” She screeched and i flushed.

Like hell i was telling my sister what we had done.

“It’s private!!” I hissed when she tried to yank me and she laughed. 

“You’re shy... aww that’s cute. But that’s just because you recently got un-virgined . Bet you  can’t wait for him to desecrate your special place again, huh?” She waggled her eyebrows. 

“That is the single most disgusting thing you’ve ever said.” I gagged.

She laughed again. 

“Relax. He was your first. Happens . But like I said, don’t worry about him being serious about this. I think he is. You guys had sex and dad knows that. And yet somehow he’s still walking around with his had attached to his shoulders. Do you really think father would have let him live if he didn’t have feelings for you?”

I frowned.

“That’s not fair. It was consensual. He didn’t force me into anything or tell me he had feelings ....”

She scoffed at that. 

“Please tell me you still don’t think he hasn’t got feelings for you. He went batshit-crazy when you went on that date with Yugyeom. Jimin thought he was having a stroke or something. Dude’s so gone for you it isn’t even funny.”

“ Fat lot of good that does me! ” I snapped. “ If he doesn’t acknowledge those feelings he might as well not have any. And so far he’s made it abundantly clear that he’s not going to act on them. Ever.” 

“Because he’s clearly involved in something dangerous.” She said easily, making me blink.  “I’m not supposed to be telling you this but I’m kind of sick of you moping around like the world is ending and I’m just going to trust you to be smart about it.”

“What do you mean dangerous?” I whirled around to glare at her, pulse racing. 

“I have no clue. Dad and Jungkook are working on something.  But they’ve been huddled in the administrative building for three days now and no one has seen them . So i don’t really know what it is they’re planning. But I’ve always wondered if Jungkook was hiding from something. It would explain why he’d work as a bodyguard...with his skills he could be so much more.  ”

Frustration bloomed,  this time laced with worry. I wanted to know what was going on. God, if i could only see him. A glimpse would be enough. Just to make sure he was okay. Just to hear from him that he was okay. That he was going to be safe. 

“Think he’ll be at the party?”  I asked softly, feeling a whole lot pathetic at the way my heart lurched hopefully. 

My sister gave me a very mischievous smile. 

“Maybe . Maybe not. You look ravishing by the way.  And everyone out there wants you. Literally. Don’t forget that. Don’t be easy. Make him beg a little. ” She winked. 

I frowned. 

“He won’t beg. He’ll turn the tables around and make me cry.” I shuddered.  . Which really wouldn’t be that hard . I felt like I was always on the verge of tears these days. 

The knock on the door made us both look up. 

“Who’s escorting you tonight?” My sister asked gently. 

I shrugged. 

“No one. I’m just gonna walk in there by myself because I hate all of you. ” I grabbed the small bejeweled clutch from the table and hesitated just a second. 

God , I had no strength for tonight but there was a possibility that Jungkook could be there tonight. And I wanted to see him, if for no other reason than to kick him in the teeth. 

 I slipped into the strappy peep toe heels, stumbling a little because i wasn’t used to them. 

Swearing at the sharp pain shooting up my heel and shin, I wrenched the door open. Ignoring the simpering man on the other side, i stalked right past him. 

It was going to be a long , long night 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The ballroom looked ....for lack of a better word : overwhelming. 

Whoever was in charge of the decoration had clearly taken the budget, quadrupled it and then pretty much ordered one of everything. I stared at the sheer overdose of satin and gauze and felt myself shuddering. 

Red and black was the theme for the night and I half wished I’d chosen to wear something in turquoise blue just to give my eyes some sort of relief. But there was no denying that it looked especially lavish, the huge hall big enough to fit a dozen foot ball fields, the high ceiling that seemed to stretch right up to the heavens and the million candelabras and chandeliers hung all over the place. 

The carpeted floors felt soft under my foot and it was still early, only a few pople flitting about while the ushers and helpers rushed about, tweaking deatils, rechecking placement charts, placing refreshments on the table. Small bottles of blood arranged neatly on the table and I rolled my shoulders, eyes darting around to find someone familiar. 

Kim Minjae and Kim Mingyu were just entering the hall and I grimaced. God, no. But i watched as they casually posed in front of the blood red backdrop, while cameras flashed and i frowned. Were supernatural tabloids really that starved for material? 

“Sera, go on, you need to get your picture taken too!” My aunt materialized out of nowhere , dressed in a puffy red gown with ruffles and I shook my head. 

“Later... i need a drink.” I said quickly, escaping her clingy fingers and rushing away . 

As the only human in the entire damn place, I would have to walk all the way to the bar on the far corner of the ballroom to beg for a drink. 

I was half way there when a commotion at the door made me look up. My father had arrived with him a majority of his counsel and a bunch of other guests as well. I stared, my eyes zeroing in on a very familiar figure , my father’s arm wrapped around his shoulder.

Jeon Jungkook stood right next to my father dressed to the nines and with a dazzling smile in place. 

I gawked at him. 

Trying to process what it was that I was seeing. 

He was smiling. He had the audacity to smile after ignoring me for two whole weeks. 

I took a deep breath.

“You better have a pretty darn good explanation for the radio silence you treated me to the past two weeks. “ I intoned dully to myself , trying to ignore the way he looked, completely at ease in the spotlight. 

He turned a little to the left and his gaze caught mine. I watched as he smiled and shook hands with the people around him before whispering something to my father. 

I dug my heels into the floor, glaring as he extricated himself from the elite crowd and slowly began walking over. God, i wanted to kick him so bad. 

He stopped in front of me, looking expectant and my anger merely doubled in intensity. 

“Anything you wanna say, Jeon?” I snapped. 

“You’re beautiful. Breathtakingly so. Red is your color, angel. I wanna see you in it more often. “ He answered at once. 

My mind went distressingly blank for a whole thirty second. 

“ Did i fucking offer? ” I demanded , angry. “ I’m not dressing up for you. Ever. You ignored me for two entire weeks Jungkook! i didn’t know where you were...what you were doing...” 

“Sera, I’m sor -” He began but I squawked in disbelief, shoving him away hard. He stumbled, more in surprise than from the impact but he looked surprised .  

I felt myself shaking in anger. How dare he?

“Oh, no. No. You do not get to waltz back in with a simple sorry.... not after treating me like shit the past two weeks...Absolutely not.” I snarled, shoving him again but this time he didn’t budge. Ugh. 

I made to move past him but he grabbed my elbow , yanking me back till I crashed into his chest. It was humiliating , the way my body practically vibrated with pleasure from being near him. His arms around me felt like heaven and I’d spent two whole weeks in purgatory. 

“You need to stay with me Ms. Hwang. I’m your bodyguard, remember?” He whispered, lips pressing against my neck, breathing in my scent  and I glared at his arms.

“No you’re not. Namjoon is!! Where is he?” I asked angrily , but he pulled me closer, hands resting on the bare skin of my back as he hugged me tight, lips latching onto my neck, breathing deep and my knees buckled. i had missed this. So much and even if this was all i got, I wanted to savor it. Savor it even if I hated him for the way he treated me all the fucking time.  

“Missed you.” He whispered, lips wet and wanting , damp on my skin as he pressed kisses along my shoulder. I loved it but I knew he was going to leave me again and that just made me angrier. 

“You’re a liar.” I choked out. 

“No. I’ve lied about a lot of things but never about how you’ve made me feel, Sera. You set me on fire.”

I choked, anger and affection flooding my senses, confounding me because it was like being caught in an endless game of push and pull. 

I trembled, fists punching his shoulder in protest but he didn’t move. I could feel eyes on us and it made me flush. How dare he... How fucking dare he. 

“Let go of me! You said you don’t want me so let me go!” I said petulantly and he made a small noise of protest. 

“That’s not true angel...you know it’s not. I want you... Want you so damn bad , i ache with it.” He whispered the words into my skin and I bristled. 

“Fucking liar, let go of me!” i was going to cry. Actually burst into tears in the middle of the ballroom. 

He didn’t let go of me. 

Instead his fingers fluttered down my bare back, feather light and maddening , tracing a path down my bare skin and I gripped is jacket at the electric contact. 

i trembled, my thighs shaking but I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I wanted him. I swallowed, shaking my head. 

There was no music and we weren’t even near the dance floor. I couldn’t imagine how we must look to the people around us. But it was hard to think of that when I could feel him all over my body, could feel his heartbeat pulse right against mine and when his arms felt like an anchor , grounding me . 

“You think I need you.” My voice shook a little, “ I really fucking don’t Jungkook and I want you to remember that. I don’t need you. I don’t need to touch you . I’m fine with you never touching me ever again. ” I lied, gripping him harder. 

My words didn’t match my actions at all and he seemed to realize it, chuckling lightly and letting me press myself closer into his warm, solid body. He kept his arms around me, waist pressed into mine and thighs hard and solid against mine.

“I know that... i need you far more than you need me.” He said sweetly, kissing my brow and stroking my hair. He slipped his fingers into the strands, running the silky length between his fingertips , his voice brimming with fondness . It hurt, the fact that I couldn’t have this all the time. 

That somehow I was only offered glimpses of this Jungkook. Little snapshots of a what our life together could be but when I tried to draw closer, he always pulled away. 

I glared at him wanting to demand more answers 

. And then my eyes fell on the small dagger sheathed into his belt. My sister’s words floated into my mind. Was Jungkook running from something? 

“Are you in danger?” I whispered, softly. “ Darling, i need to know if you’re in trouble. I need to know.” 

He trembled a little at the endearment. 

“Baby, I’m going to be fine. Don’t worry about me alright. It’s important that you stay safe. “

The words brought no comfort of any kind. 

I stared at him. 

“What is it with the people around me spewing platitudes in my face without telling me what is going on! Do you just not trust me?” I asked desperately, hurt blooming. 

Jungkook swallowed.

“i trust you with my entire life Sera. But, I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He said gently.

I rolled my eyes. 

“Please....you’re five centuries old , so can you leave the whole cliché knight in shining armor back in the dark ages and just treat me like your equal? I’m not a helpless damsel in distress Jungkook...!!” 

He nodded, reaching for me again but I pulled away, wrapping an arm around myself. He hesitated, hands stretched out to touch but hovering a few inches away . 

“you’re right. I was out of line. But to be fair your father was very firm that I had to stay away from you...no contact of any kind till tonight. “

“And what’s so special about tonight.?” I asked , upset at how little i knew about what was going on. Jungkook’s gaze softened, and he pressed a palm to my cheek, thumb tracing circles on my jaw, before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. 

“ You’ll see. “ He smiled, “ And as for the rest of it, we’ll talk about this . I promise. We will....tonight after everything ends. I need to go now. Your father’s waiting for me,” 

I clung to him, feeling abandoned all over again. 

“What are you guys upto?” I grabbed his arm but he gently pulled my fingers away. 

“I’ll come find you. “ Was all he said before moving away and I groaned in disbelief. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Uh oh. I can recognize that look. On a scale of one to ten , how much trouble is Jeon Jungkook in?” Namjoon asked gently, watching me glare daggers at the man in question as he hung around near the front of the hall, surrounded by clan leaders.

 He was meeting everyone, apparently a social butterfly and i couldn’t fathom it. The last time we’d had a party he’d sneaked off to get laid with Helena. 

Speaking of who,

“She’s going to castrate him. I can feel it.” The sultry eyed vampire, sat next to me, her long nails tapping the scarlet drape of the table as she watched me, eyes heavy and hot, gaze trained on my neck.

 I’d never felt more like prey. 

“ Nice to meet you Helena.” Namjoon said casually taking the seat next to me. Great.  I was caught between two vampires that knew exactly how gone I was for Jungkook and exactly how ....not gone he was for me.  The night just kept getting better. 

“Always a pleasure daddy.” Helena said , eyes dancing with wicked mischief and Namjoon choked on his wine, spewing it all over the table. I stared at the pair in disgust. 

“Disgusting.” I snapped. “Look at him. He hasn’t looked at me in an hour. How am i supposed to believe that he wants me so much I set his skin on fire.” I demanded shrilly. 

Both of them went quiet. They looked very uncomfortable and i felt myself flush. 

I glared at them , self conscious. 

“What?! Jungkook said so himself.” I protested. 

Both of them began guffawing. 

“I’m never letting him live this down.” Namjoon chuckled and I rolled my eyes. I could feel eyes on me, everywhere. Everyone’s gaze flitted to me every few minutes. Some of the younger vampires hovered a discreet distance away but had their gazes trained on me . 

Everyone looked at me except Jungkook. There really was no justice in this god forsaken world, was there? 

Did he really think I was weak and harmless? I suddenly felt foolish . I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t powerless. 

So , so far from it in fact.

I didn’t use my abilities because of how morally ambiguous they were. My father had drilled it into my head, right from childhood, that I couldn’t use my powers without explicit permission from him and I had listened to him. 

Had played the role of the harmless human who just happened to have really intoxicating blood inside her veins. 

But somehow that had ended up with me being pushed out of the loop with the man I loved. Jungkook thought I was some kind of helpless damsel he needed to keep safe and it just...it irked me. 

It was laughable that he thought something could be dangerous to me. 

It was laughable because I  was  easily the most dangerous creature in this entire room. 

i pulled my phone out, texting furiously.

 I want to see you. 

 I stared at Jungkook waiting for him to see. He pulled his phone out read the screen and to my utter chagrin he slipped the phone back in without answering.

 All right, That’s it.  

I stood up slowly, Namjoon stiffening next to me.��

“Where are you going? “ He asked warily. 

“To mingle.” I said casually. “ you can stay here, daddy. I’ll be fine by myself. “

He spluttered again and Helena laughed lowly. 

“I like her. “ Her voice rang out and i smirked, making a beeline to wards the front of the room, where Jungkook stood with a few other vampires around the same age as him. They all straightened at the sight of me, lust evident in their eyes and I saw Jungkook go a little stiff when he noticed I was alone.

“Where’s Namjoon?” He said shortly. 

“With Helena.” i said with a shrug.” Evening gentlemen.” I smiled softly, parting my lips lightly, letting my tongue dart out and wet them before leaving them parted, tongue peeking out. 

Jungkook pressed in closer, arm darting to wrap around my waist but he seemed to think better of it, pulling away again. 

“Sera...” He began warningly but i cut him off. Jungkook didn’t know what he had. 

And I was too fucking beautiful to be ignored tonight. 

“Isn’t someone starting the music? What a terrible bore this party has been...” I said loudly and the men scrambled closer, almost tripping over each other. 

Pathetic really but at least they served their purpose. 

“Should we get you another drink, Sera?” One of them said. 

“Let me go find that Dj...” The tallest of the lot wandered off. 

“You’re right..are you hungry..? Where’s that waiter?” The one right next to me lifted a hand, waving the nearest uniformed helped and I smirked at Jungkook. 

“Having fun?” I asked. 

“You need to go stay with Namjoon.” He said stiffly.

“where’s the fun in that? “ I hesitated, locking my eyes with him and lightly lifting my heel up to rest on the chair right next to him. The slit in my dress fell open, exposing the entire length of my leg, especially the red lace of my garter. 

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the dagger strapped to my thigh, the red and gold stark against the milky white flesh. I rand a forefinger up from my knee to the top of the garter belt, lightly circling the tip over the sharp edge of the dagger. 

“Don’t...” He growled. I smirked.

“Don’t what?” I whispered. 

“Don’t fucking do it, baby... I’ll be really , really mad if you do. “ He was almost shaking with the effort to not grab me and i could feel it. Feel the urge to put me in my place, simmering beneath his skin but he was helpless. 

Any wrong move on me and he would have a dozen daggers in his heart within the next second. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about .” I feigned ignorance, purposefully pressing the thick of my finger into the edge of the dagger, gasping as it broke skin, tearing my flesh and drawing out my blood. 

A collective gasp ran through the crowd around us and it was quite the sight, an entire group of century old Vampires going stiff as boards,  nostrils flared pupils blown wide open as they all stared at me .

 I smiled wide, trying to inject a note of contrition into my voice. 

“Oops. That was clumsy of me. .” I giggled, holding my finger up. the blood beaded over and spilled , trickling down my wrist and I locked my gaze with Jungkook’s, bringing my arm up, licking the scarlet fluid up, tracing its path with my tongue all the way to where the dagger had nicked me before sticking the finger into my mouth with a lewd pop. 

A vampire, about three feet away from me was breathing heavily , grabbing the chair next to him and sinking into it. His fangs were out and his breathing was erratic. i watched his eyes flash red and I laughed.

“I’m sorry. “ I said sweetly and he gave me a blank smile.

“That’s alright, my lady . “ He was almost choking from the effort to stay composed. Poor thing. I let my gaze flit back to Jungkook who had a terrifyingly blank look on his face. 

“You little whore.” Jungkook whispered softly and i lurched. 

“Yours . If you want me. But if you don’t...then anyone’s really.” I shrugged unrepentant. 

“Really? You think any of the vampires here’s gonna want you after the stunt you just pulled? No one wants a needy little slut.” He said casually but I could see him shaking a little. There was a teeny tiny crack in that cocky attitude and I’d never wanted to stick my fingers in something so bad. 

I felt myself grin in anticipation. 

“It’s not about what I think, Jungkook. Its about what I  know.” 

He stared at me. 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You think I’m helpless, Jungkookie.... But the truth is... I can turn every single person here into my own personal  marionette if i wanted to. “ I shrugged. 

Jungkook’s eyebrows lifted, lips parting in surprise. 

“I’m listening.” 

I moved to the table in the corner, patting the chair next to me. He took the seat next to me and I smiled. 

“Now watch....” I snapped my fingers, signaling the waiter with the glass jar of lemon soda  and vodka in his tray. 

“Can you let my father know I want to leave the party early with Jungkook here?” I asked gently. The waiter flushed, but nodded and I casually slipped my finger into the lemonade jar, dipping lightly in the fluid.

Jungkook grimaced . 

“That’s disgusting.” 

I laughed. 

“Now let’s see who gets to drink it.” I followed the waiter as he moved around stopping in front of a group of very young vampires, about four or five of them. Two girls and three guys. They all took glasses of vodka from the waiter and i sighed.

“You know what makes my blood so powerful Jungkookie? “ I said softly. “ It’s the fact that it is  sentient.” 

Jungkook went stock still still next to me, lips parting in shock.

“What?” He croaked. 

I nodded.

“My blood is sentient. It can feel and see and control. If my blood mixes with yours, it will dominate your thoughts and feelings. I will literally take over you. But it also needs my instruction. So it’ll put you in a trance..... Leave you feeling boneless and disoriented , easier to manipulate. People think its because it tastes so good and they enjoy the feeling. They don’t know what the fuck they’re opening themselves up to...by letting me inside. “ I wrapped my arms around myself. 

“I’m painted as the beautiful, kind and precious human who needs to be protected....only because I am anything  but. In this room, Jungkook....I’m probably the one capable of wrecking the most havoc.” 

“Sera...”

“Nobody knows except for my father and I because...well... just the scent of it makes people chase me down. Can you imagine what they’d do to me if they knew the true extent of my powers.” I said bitterly. I let my gaze shift back to the kids with the drinks. The drinks that were tainted with my life essence.  

I watched them take sips of their drink and felt the mild tingling in the back of my head. Like a gossamer thread forming and wrapping around me and I swallowed. It was easy to ignore and I never had any trouble ignoring it when I let my family feed from me. Because I trusted them. 

But these kids though. My body thrummed, focusing on one person. 

The girl in the red halter top. 

“See the girl with the red top and black skirt....” I swallowed. “ She slit the throat of an old woman on her way here.” 

Jungkook swore next to me. 

“I can see the woman... she’s on her knees , begging for her life. She’s really old.” 

That wasn’t all. i could feel the grip of the dagger, the push of the blade against skin, the pull as the flesh gave in, the blood spurting out onto my fingers the scent of death as she bled out. 

I felt nausea bubble and I severed the connection forcibly. The girl’s pretty face didn’t match her filthy insides. i couldn’t stay in her head. The tendrils began wrapping around my head as  the four of them took more sips. 

“When I want... i can influence their thoughts. It takes more effort but it’s possible. it’s why my father wanted to make sure you actually wanted to be with me. He thought I’d coerced you . which I can . if I want. But I didn’t. I don’t do that ever. ” I shook my head. 

Jungkook’s brows raised. 

“By coerce you mean....”

“It can be as simple as influence your decision... but if I really put in the effort, i can make people physically do what I wanted. “ 

“Physically?”

I smiled.

“Remember the boys from my college ? the ones who nearly drained me out?” 

He nodded. 

“My father didn’t have them defanged. They did it to themselves. Literally stuck their own hand into their mouth and ripped their fangs out . Because I wanted them too.” 

Jungkook looked like he’d stopped breathing. 

I swallowed.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to tell you that if you’re trying to protect me by withholding information, its kind of unnecessary. I can take care of myself.” 

“Alright. What do you want to know?”

“Just tell me what’s going on  “ I sighed.  Jungkook gave me a piercing look. 

“Remember Joo Won’s mother?” 

“The witch you killed?”

“Her father’s out for my blood. He doesn’t know where I am as of now. Your father thinks one of his lackeys must be in attendance today so he’ll know where I am.... and  he’ll come for me. And when he does... I’m going to end it .”

I stared at him.

“ Okay. “ I swallowed. “ How dangerous is he?” 

Jungkook laughed without mirth. 

“I’m not sure if I’m coming out of this alive.” 

Blood rushed to my ears, so fast I felt momentarily lightheaded. My entire body rejected the mere idea of Jungkook getting hurt. And to hear him talk of it so lightly, it messed me up badly. The fragile hold I had on my mind snapped. 

“No.” I said angrily. 

Across the room, the girl in the red halter stumbled,  clutching her head .

  Anger and the urge to hurt clawed up inside me and I tried to get it under control. 

Fuck, I had to sever the connection fully before i did something terrible to her..

 But it wasn’t happening, 

In fact the more i tried to get away the more her conscience seemed to be wrapping around mine., 

 Distance. I had to put distance between us. 

I need to leave now,  I pushed the thought in through the connection and  i watched her as she stumbled away from her friends, hands buried in her hair.

“Sera what the fuck... “ Jungkook grabbed my arm, eyes wide and panicked and I trembled. 

I felt guilty and scared because there was a reason i didn’t do this and the reason was quite simple. This power...or whatever you wanted to call it, It was bigger than me. I couldn’t control it . 

My blood was sentient and sometimes it could control me , just as easily as it controlled others. 

“She’s just leaving... I just made her leave because I’m not .. I can’t. ...fuck...” My head swam as I tried to get my bearings. 

“ okay that’s it...we’re getting out of here.... ” Jungkook stood up, reaching for me and I blinked, disoriented and dizzy. “Come here, baby I got you...” 

I let him wrap his hand around my waist, half lifting , half dragging me out of the ballroom and into the hallway. I gripped his chest, stumbling. I wasn’t tired, just struggling to get my head on straight . 

But the scent of him calmed me. 

“I need you.” I whispered. “ I need you to be safe Jungkook. I’ve spent too long pretending to be something I’m not but with you... I’m.. You... You make me feel human. Truly human. “ 

“Fuck... hang on. I’m gonna take you to my cottage.”

I blinked

“your what?”

“My cottage. Hang on...”

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By the time Jungkook opened the door to the cottage, I felt a little like myself again. But my body thrummed , my skin on fire, my fingers trembling with adrenaline. 

“you look like you need to lie down.” He said gently.

I glared at him. 

“The last thing I need is to lie down.” I snapped.

He held his hands up.

“Alright. Calm down, baby..... Why are you so upset?” He asked soothingly and I scoffed.

“ You fucked me in public and the next day  you looked like you’d been handed a death sentence, when my father suggested that you court me and then... you disappeared for two whole weeks....and now you turn up and tell me that your life is in danger. You do all this shit and I’m  not allowed to be upset? ” I said angrily.

He hesitated. 

“I merely meant it would be dangerous. I am not actively trying to die.” He said softly.

“As for the rest of it.... I’m not the same person I was a month ago Sera.... You.. You’ve managed to claw you way into my heart and the only reason I didn’t want to court you was because of what I was involved in. I told you that...the baggage I’m carrying is too much for me to even think about being with you.... That’s the only reason. “

I stared at him. 

“Are you telling me you fell for me too?”

Jungkook smirked a little.

“You were fucking me all the time without touching me. How could I not fall for that utterly shameless gaze of yours. You were your heart on your sleeve and your heart is always filled with filthy thoughts about me Sera. You make it way too obvious. “ He said teasingly. 

“I don’t want you to die.” I said petulantly. 

“That makes two of us. “ He smiled. “ What do you want, Sera?” 

“Want you.” I said automatically, too raw and upset to think too much about it.

“You have me.” He stepped closer, hands resting on my shoulder, eyes earnest and i hated how much I wanted to believe him . But heartbreak after heartbreak after heartbreak had taught me that it was all a lie. I didn’t have him and now ....there was a possibility I could never have him. 

“No, I don’t.” I shook my head, angry. “ Don’t lie to me. I don’t have you.” 

Jungkook made to touch me again but I shoved him away, hard.

“you’re angry. “ He said thoughtfully. “ I understand that. You have every right to be angry. And I’m sorry I can’t tell you what you want to hear right now...Not until this whole debacle ends. But Sera...look at me...”

I bit my lips staring at him.

“I’m here. Now. I’m not going anywhere. It’s just us. You and I. Don’t worry about what happens next. Don’t. Let’s not worry about any of that. I’m here and I’m telling you I’m yours. You have me now.” 

I stared at him, tilting my head as I took him in. 

He didn’t move , merely staring at me evenly.

“You know.... you aren’t the only one who hates being ignored.” I said softly. 

I felt weird. 

Different. 

None of the usual nervousness or anticipation but instead a sort of burning need to  take. To reach out and pin him down , force him to follow through on his promise that I  had him. 

“ I’ve been giving too much of myself to you, Jungkook ...for way too long. I think it’s time I get something back.” I whispered. 

His lips curled in a small, impish smile and he looked a decade younger. His eyes flashed with mischief and anticipation. He looked eager....desperate even and I wondered if this is what I looked like all the time with him. 

“And what would that be...my queen?” he whispered meekly. 

“You. “ I said simply. “ All of you. Your words... your pain...your pleasure... your moans and your very breath. I want to take all of it.” 

I could see his pupils dilating even from the distance between us. 

“Its yours, sweetheart” Jungkook  bowed his head gently, holding his arms out. “Tell me where you want me...how you want me...” 

I glanced around the room. Not the bed. Not yet. 

There was a very sturdy looking chair in front of the small table in the corner. 

“Put that in the middle of the room and sit down.” I pointed at the chair. 

He smiled.

“You want me to stay dressed?” He asked carefully and I nodded. 

“Very well.” He moved to get the chair, placing it in  front of the bed. He sat down carefully. 

“Anything else?” He asked gently.

I narrowed my eyes at him 

“Yes. Keep your mouth shut unless I ask you something.” I said with a smile. His eyes widened in surprise. But he didn’t protest. 

I took in the sight of him on the chair, dressed in his perfectly fitted tux , legs spread and hands on his knees, eyes wide and alert as he stared at me. Pretty red mouth shut obediently. 

I moved closer till I was standing right between his thighs. His hands came up to grip my waists instinctively and I glared.

“Hands’ to yourself Jungkook. You don’t just get to treat me as you fucking like and then touch me without my permission.” I snapped. 

He lowered his hands , letting them rest on his knees again.

“Do you want to touch me , baby?” I whispered pressed my palm to his face before letting my fingers trail up to his hair. it was soft and silky to the touch, the strands like fine silk. 

“Yes.” He answered simply. 

“Then you need to earn it.” I threaded my fingers' into his raven locks, gripping hard and yanking his head back . i stared, fascinated by the ivory length of his neck, the little mole there and i pressed a kiss to his skin. I let my teeth sink in , just a little and then a little bit more. When he shifted, I pulled back, licking the skin to soothe the sting.  His breath caught and he gasped, eyes widening a bit and a small, ‘ fuck’ leaving his lips. 

I pulled back , keeping my fingers in his hair , gripping lightly, before reaching down with my free hand. 

“You have such a pretty neck and it make me wonder what it feels for your kind...sinking your teeth into people and feeding from them. Too bad I don’t have fangs. But you know what I do have?” I winked . 

I brought my leg up, the front end of my shoe resting on the small empty space on the chair , right in the V if his legs. If he moved even a little, my toes would brush the straining length of his cock visible even through the black of his slacks. He was so hard I knew it must’ve hurt. 

I gripped his hair harder and tilted his head down to he could stare at my thighs, specifically the dagger in my garter. 

“I want a taste . Of you. Can I?” I asked gently staring at him, fingers fiddling with the dagger and unsheathing it. 

He nodded. 

“Words. Please.” I smiled.

“Yes...fuck yes.....please...Sera...” 

“Good boy.” I winked, bringing the dagger up to his neck. It was really sharp and I used the tip to lightly draw a small dash, an inch below his ear. I watched the blade tear through the flesh, light and delicate, the skin cleaving and scarlet liquid bubbling up. I chased the flow with my tongue, licking it into my mouth and Jungkook trembled in the chair, jerking forward.

The movement jolted my foot onto his crotch and he grunted, grabbing my ankle when I made to move it away, keeping my heeled foot on his clothed cock. I swallowed,  little out of my league but i stared at him, at the sheer intensity of the desperation in his eyes and I inhaled ....before gently bringing my toes down to press into his cock. 

He moaned, thighs trembling and I  dropped the dagger to the floor.

I slipped both my hands into his hair, holding his head in place as i bent low to capture his lips with mine, sticking my tongue inside his mouth while grinding my foot down into his cock. I licked into his mouth, chasing the warm heady taste of him, my fingers tightening in his hair for leverage and I wondered if he was wet.... If his cock was weeping precum, dribbling into his slacks .

I pulled back to stare into his eyes but he had them shut.

“Look at me.!” i demanded,”  wanna see you...” 

His eyes fluttered open, doe- like and warm and swimming with pleasure and I’d never felt more powerful in my life. I moved my foot slowly, in small controlled circles for a few seconds. 

“You wanna cum in your pants like this? Rutting on my foot like a little mutt? Or do you want to get on the bed and touch me like you wanted to...?” I whispered softly. 

Jungkook swallowed and his fingers tightened on my ankle. . 

“Wanna cum like this.” He said taking me by surprise. I raised an eyebrow. 

“Really... then what about me...?  I want to get fucked too Jungkook ..? How’re you gonna do that if you cum so fast.....” I snapped, gripping his hair harder and he groaned. 

“I... I’ll fuck you again... i promise.. I’ll fuck you hard and make you feel good... just..let me cum...please.. It fucking hurts...” The way his voice cracked a bit on the last few words made my heart jerk inside my ribs. I found myself fighting the urge to give him everything. 

I smiled instead, kissing his lips again.

“Thank God for fast refractory periods huh, my big bad vampire?” I bit his lips, tugging it between my teeth , before reaching between us and slipping the shoe off my foot. Jungkook trembled, gripping me for support when I pulled my foot away and I let him cling to me for a second, before dropping the shoe down and pressing my bare foot on his erection. I spread my toes over the head, pressing down just a little and he inhaled sharply when i circled my toe on the wet patch . 

“Go on them. Make yourself cum.” I whispered, leaning down and kissing him again. He grabbed my ankle with both hands, rutting up into the balls of my feet, hips thrusting up and I let him lick into my mouth, messy and wet as he chased his pleasure. 

I felt him stiffen underneath me, followed by a wash of dampness under my sole and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close and letting him bury his face into my neck as he trembled through the aftershocks. He gripped my waist, hands shaking as he held me and i waited, worried if I should take my foot off or not. I could feel my legs beginning to cramp and I swallowed.

“You okay?” i whispered.

“Yeah.” He grunted. “ Fuck..that was...” he laughed a little. 

“We’re not done.” I said pressing a kiss to his cheeks and stroking his hair back gently. 

He hummed, gently gripping my ankle and lifting my foot off his crotch. I brought my leg down, wincing a bit. 

“Should we get on the bed?” He whispered. 

I nodded, yelping when he stood up with me still in his arms, he carried me over to the bed, dropping me lightly. 

“Strip.” I said quickly. “ All of it. Want you naked and stretched out on this bed for me.” 

He moved quickly, stepping out of his clothes with ease and I sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing the black tie he discarded. I took off my panties, leaving my dress and the garter belt on. 

 Jungkook naked was a sight i could never tire off and I watched as he climbed into the bed, lying down in the center, legs splayed slightly and hands by his side. 

“Bring your wrists together up over your head” I said quickly and he moved his wrists up , letting me tie them to the head board with his tie as i sat straddled on his chest. I was wet, sopping wet and I felt the trail of dampness I left on his rock hard abs. 

“I’m gonna sit on your face and you’re gonna make me cum. And then , I’m gonna ride you .” I whispered. 

“Fuck.” 

“That’s the plan.”

I scooted forward, resting one knee close to either shoulder before gripping the head board with one hand and the hair on top of his head with the other. Tugging him closer, I lowered my pussy onto his mouth, groaning when i felt soft pressure of his tongue against my center, licking tentatively. 

Jungkook knew what he was doing, and he licked into me with practiced ease tongue slipping into my slit, curling against the walls, before tracing circles around my clit. He used his lips to suckled on the hardened nub , following it up with quick little licks and i slipped a hand between my legs, stuffing three fingers into my cunt to get myself off faster. 

“Oh...fuck... I want... “ I could feel myself shaking and he sped up his movement, licking my lit in quick little strokes and my orgasm hit me like a wave, drowning me in pleasure. I scooted down before losing my strength, collapsing on top of him. The orgasm having knocked me right out of my headspace. I was trembling and shaking, lethargic and completely out of it. 

”Baby...you okay?” Jungkook’s concerned voice came from above and I whimpered. 

“I’m... I’m sorry.... I’m so tired... I...” 

“Don’t worry baby .. i got you. “

I heard the sound of wood splintering and blinked, glancing up. Jungkook had tugged his hands free from the restraint, breaking the headboard in the process. 

I gawked at the scene in disbelief. 

“Did you just....?”

He grabbed the hem of my dress, ripping it up and off me quickly. 

“Fuck..... want to pound you into the fucking mattress my little princess... Such a little tiger aren’t you kitten... so fierce and hot... i loved it baby...you were so good to me ...made me feel so fucking good...” He maneuvered me onto my back and i felt myself blushing at the praise, face heating up as i gripped his shoulders. 

He grabbed the back of my thigh, spreading my legs before lining himself up against my pussy. 

“Fuck...” He slid right in , knocking the breath out of me and i clung to him, whimpering as he pounded into me, hips working so fact I was sure I was going to have trouble walking for a week after this. 

I could feel my orgasm build from the sheer intensity of the thrusts, the hard thick length of his cock pounding into my cunt till i felt swollen and bruised and tender and when it finally tore through me , i was drooling a little, eyes damp with tears and fingers numb from gripping him too hard. 

Jungkook fucked me through the orgasm and chased his own each push of his hips leaving me battered and I bit my lips to stay conscious . When he finally stilled, his cock throbbing as he came for the second time, filling my insides with the wet warmth of his cum, I felt myself shake like a leaf caught in a  storm, my entire body ice cold and trembling. A thin layer of sweat coated my body and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t recover from this for a really long time

“My pretty pretty queen....” He whispered , pressing kisses all over my face as he hugged me closer and I mewled at the warmth of him. 

“Don’t leave me .” i whispered, unable to fight the tug of sleep and exhaustion. 

“I’m right here, baby.” His voice was soothing against my ear as he held me closer. 

Maybe I could have him after all. 

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Author’s note : okay. well. that happened.  if you don’t give me feedback this will be the last smut scene. 

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