#had a small stroke trying to spell hot to go

[fineapplequeen]

Just a lil silly thing.

[lotussuns]

Just let me do this. G. Satoru

Warnings: shameless smut, penetrative sex, fingering, reader has a pussy, she/her pronouns used, cum play, dirty talk, mostly praise but some degradation as well, some religious undertones? i guess. Some dom/sub undertones

Word Count: 1,5k

Gojo loved playing with your pretty pussy. He loved the texture, the warm and wet feeling on his fingers, he loved the taste, the smell, everything. Most of all though, he loved doing it to satisfy his selfish needs - whether it be after a particularly rough session of fucking, or in the middle of watching a movie, he loved teasing you to the point of tears. He preferred you pliant, soft, needy. Just like you were acting now.

Your body was still shaking after an earth-shattering orgasm, you were trying to catch your breath while Gojo held up a glass of cold water for you.

“Here baby, drink.” He said while bringing it to your lips and soothingly stroking your back. “You did so well for me, baby. Made me feel so good.” He murmured into your damp hair that he brushed back.

You finished your glass in one go, pulling away from him and laying straight on your back to calm the erratic beating of your heart. Fuck did you love him, but Gojo was starting to drive you insane. The marks he left on your body would surely be spotted by your friends tomorrow at the planned get-together, and you’ve had enough of Suguru’s incessant teasing, especially when Satoru was around. Not to mention, you will be walking funny tomorrow if you let your sensible side get lost again and fuck Gojo first thing in the morning. But it was hard thinking clearly while he was on your side, it was as if the spell he cast on you all those years when you met didn’t fade away at all. Not that Gojo’s devotion to you didn’t grow exponentially either.

Your lover’s voice brought you back to earth again, and at first, you didn’t pay enough attention to know what he was saying which caused him to smirk boyishly.

“Did I fuck your brains out, princess? Seems like my dick rearranged your insides so hard I gave you a concussion.” He laughed while manhandling your body into his desired position. You meant to go pee actually, but now it was as good as impossible with how two strong arms circled round your torso and brought your back closer to his muscular chest. God, he was so hot.

“Shut up, don’t piss me off, Toru. I don’t have the energy to kick your ass.” You mumbled ignoring his obscene comments. In response, he started peppering your back with kisses, some small and innocent while others were wet and open-mouthed. That’s Gojo Satoru for you.

His hands started traveling further down your soft tummy, resting on your tights that were still littered with “proof of his uttermost love and devotion.” as he called it. You knew where this was heading immediately after he traced shapes down your soft body, and you didn’t have to wait long until his skilled fingers started playing with your sloppy cunt.

“Satoru.” You said breathlessly, partially hiding your face in the pillows.

In response, one of his hands steadily grabbed your squishy thigh and placed it on his body to give him more access to your needy cunt, securing it there with his hand. “What is it, baby? I just want to play for a little bit.” He whispered into your ear. “You’ll be a good girl and let me, right? You know how I love touching her, just a little bit, okay.” He kissed the shell of your ear.

“She needs to know who she belongs to.” He said before starting his ministrations

Gojo started playfully, not even wanting to get you off, with one finger slowly dipping between your lips. He could feel his warm cum that slowly started to seep back out, even after he fucked it inside you repeatedly. The feelings of your combined releases on his finger made his softened cock twitch and he bit his lip in order to stop the whine that threatened to fall from his lips. He continued tracing his cum soiled fingers up your pussy, mischievously nudging your swollen clit causing you to let out a small moan.

“Good girl.” He praised knowing you got weak in the knees at the pet name. “ I won’t torture you too much this time, I promise, doll.” He said in a hushed tone and you knew fully that he was lying. You could tell by the first letter he was shaping into your overstimulated cunt - G.

After he was satisfied with that, he dipped back into your filled hole and repeated the motion with O, while you were left clenching around nothing. It was incredibly intimate, being claimed that way, with his cum, his name, his touch. And he knew it got you going almost as much as him, he knew you loved it when he took you like this - gently yet with intention.

J was the letter you hated and loved the most. When you felt his skilled fingers slowly move up to your clit to perfectly place the dot on top of it, your whole body shuddered at the direct stimulation. He continued to press on the little nub, tracing small circles into it, not showing an ounce of care for your worn-out body. His movements speed up while he bit and sucked on your neck, losing himself in the feeling and grinding his half-hard cock between your asscheeks.

“Shh, just let it go, baby, let me claim this cunt like she’s begging me to do. She loves being treated like this, like my pretty cumdump.” He praised sweetly. His grip on your thigh tightened and his hips sped up slightly.

“Come on slut. Don’t make it repeat myself. Fucking cum.” He growled into your ear and slapped your clit once before continuing his abuse on your poor button. That was enough to have you gushing, pushing the rest of his cum out of your spent hole while you continued to clench around nothing. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, while your mouth opened slightly into the perfect O shape.

“F-fuck yesss. ” He groaned, biting his lip while looking at you. His cock shot out small droplets of cum, which surprised Gojo, he was expecting to be shooting blanks by now, with how much he came inside you just minutes prior.

“Yes, baby, yess. I’m so proud of you, knew your sensitive pussy would still handle this. I love you, I love you, I love you.” He babbled between kisses while slowing down his movements to help you ride out your orgasm.

“Look what you’re doing to me baby, driving me insane. I can never let go of you, fuck, I cannot live without this, without you by my side. Will kill anyone who ever tries to get between us.” He continued, that last part was a bit uncalled for but Gojo always spoke from his heart after a good nut.

Your blue-eyed prince repeated the movements of his fingers, for the umpteenth time, almost religiously in the way he seemed to worship your cunt like a priest handling the holiest of artifacts. When his fingers met your wet and pulsing entrance he audibly moaned and dipped his finger in to collect your wetness.

“Just one more, princess, one more.” He whispered while kissing you softly in appreciation that you were still letting him do this after your orgasm left you gasping, small tears running down your cheeks.

“Mhm, love you, Toru.” You babbled, so far into subspace not fully understanding what you were saying. Feeling lost in his touch.

He softly pumped his finger thrice for good measure, and finally traced his perfectly manicured finger into the last letter of his last name. He purposefully avoided your clit this time, satisfied with the outcome.

Well partially, he was thinking of eating your pussy out after writing his full name and making you go completely braindead, but he will save it for another time. He was rough on you before, making you finish on his cock so many times both he and you lost count. In his defense, it was impossible to do it any other way, he wanted to devour you whole, show you why he was the closest thing to a god a man could possibly be. He would give you the world if you asked nonchalantly about it, how could he control himself around you in any way? With a goddess like you by his side.

“I’m done now, sweetheart. Thank you so much.” He said as he gently moved you on the bed and kissed the valley between your breasts, his crystal eyes following every move of your chest to make sure you were okay. “Let’s get you cleaned up, you need to pee.” He stated before picking your limp body in his strong embrace.

You left a few kisses on his damp chest, loving the salty taste on your lips. “Yes, I would like that. I love you so much.” You mumbled with your eyes closed, still not fully out of your headspace, knowing he would take care of you like he always does.

[asgardianechoes]

Spilled Secrets

Loki x Reader Fluff

Summary: You secretly like Loki, but you’re kind of upset he doesn’t know… until he finds out.  

Word Count: 3.2k

It wasn’t hard to fall for him. Humor, charm, high cheekbones… he has it all. From his silver tongue to his raven hair, you adored every aspect. Despite his misdeeds, he was undeniably hot. He held himself royally, always maintaining an air of nobility. One meeting with him had you hooked on him, unable to let go or think of anything else.

‘He lives free rent in my mind’, you told Natasha one day in the living room of the Avengers Headquarters. Apart from Pepper, she and Wanda were the only ones you could do Girl Talk with. ‘I don’t know how to tell him.’

She looked at you sympathetically, taking your hand in her own. She had known of your crush since the day you started liking him. The radio played in the background, informing of some good weather, but neither of you noticed, both too concentrated on your current dilemma. Lovesickness had never been a significant issue to you before… until he came along.

‘He stole my heart… and yet he acts oblivious,’ you ranted on. Natasha looked up, smiling softly. She stroked your hand with one finger absent-mindedly as she listened intently.

‘He’ll get there. Or maybe,’ a small smirk tugged at her lips as she looked back up at you, ‘he already knows; he might just be toying with you just to see how long you’d last.’

You nudged her with your hand, a faint red hue coming over your face. He wouldn’t… right?

‘I mean-’, she pressed on, ‘it’s a very typical thing of him to do, don’t you think?’ She scooted closer to you, putting a hand on your back soothingly. ‘Playing with others’ feelings… I honestly don’t think it would take him that long to figure out that you like him. It’s really obvious.’

‘You’re not helping,’ you replied, looking up at the ceiling, as if trying to locate him through the walls. Nevertheless, you smiled softly at her teasing. She was always there for your small talks. After a while, you lowered your gaze back to your lap, reality sinking in and you felt the joy leaving you.

‘But what if he doesn’t? What if he genuinely doesn’t know?’ you mumbled in front of you, pulling your knees up and wrapping your arms around them. Once again, tears threatened to fall as you buried your face in them, softly mumbling to yourself. The fabric of your pants absorbed the salty droplets, leaving a dark spot there. You were audibly sniffing now. You felt her hand move up and down your back again, her words only muffled sounds. At some point she led you back to your room, leaving you to yourself for the rest of the night.

The next day you went over to the library. The Avengers had quite a big one, it filled the entire floor. Rows upon rows of shelves lined the walls and the spaces in between, the scent of paper floating in the air. You stopped at the sign that indicated where the romance-fiction stories were. If only my life was as nice as one of those, you thought, pulling a roman out of the shelf and reading the back of it intently. If only I could live in a life like that.

Sitting down at the table, you put down the book you’d taken out. Not gonna lie, you were in no interest in reading it. There was no need for you to get jealous over another made-up story. To pass time, you grabbed a scrap piece of paper and started doodling. Only the lines that the lead left only spelled one word, over and over again: Loki. You wrote his name all over the place, sideways, in cursive, in bold letters. Maybe it was because you were so concentrated that you didn’t hear the library door opening.

‘Oh, I see that I’m not the only one in need of something to do,’ a voice said, startling you. You quickly covered the scribbled paper with another blank sheet, looking over your shoulder. Thor was standing there with a load of books in his arms.

‘My dear brother decided to make me run errands,’ he explained cheerfully, certainly not getting the nervousness etched in your face. You nodded, looking down. What you would do to make Loki make you run his errands. ‘You alright?’ His voice brought you back to reality.

‘What? Oh. Yeah, I’m alright. Just… in need of something to do, like you said,’ you managed a small smile that was somewhat realistic. He just smiled and continued putting books back on shelves. Your eyes followed every single book as he put them back. Loki held these maybe even moments ago, you thought. If only I were a book he’d like to read.

Sometime later, he looked over to you again and asked: ‘Are you working on anything? Because that paper tells me you aren’t doing what you want to do.’ You picked up the two pieces of paper and replied a little too fast: ‘Oh, yeah, I just have to write something for Stark, nothing big.’ You held the papers a little more firmly in your hand. When he asked to proofread it, you declined immediately. Mumbling something about not being done, you put them back down, bending over it and pretending you were thinking about what to write. Shrugging, Thor left, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. But your relief didn’t last long; a few moments later, another person came in, and this time it was none other than the god of mischief himself. Strutting through the rows, you heard him pulling books out and putting them back in, as if none of the ones he found were worth his attention. Eventually he spoke up.

‘Why the tenseness? Is it your time of the month?’ he asked coyly. He turned the corner and looked at you. Your gaze dropped almost instantly to the ground. ‘No, I’m just…,’ you said, picking your papers up again, ‘just a little tired. Couldn’t sleep.’

His eyebrows raised as he looked away to the opposite bookshelf. ‘Is that so…?’ he mumbled, more to himself than to you, ‘hmm.’ You couldn’t tell if he knew you were lying or not but he sure seemed to deem you amusing. After a small pause he continued. ‘I would’ve thought someone like you would know that lying to me is futile.’

You froze. Of course you knew that, but how could you ever tell him the truth of your stiffness? He’s the prince of Asgard, rightful king of Jotunheim, a regal character, not some random guy you can just find on the streets. ‘Yes, of course. How could I not know that?’

He narrowed his eyes, his signature smirk widening. He walks up to you, his eyes boring into yours. His gaze fell upon the papers you held in your arms, a questioning look crossing his face.

‘Just… just a report I’m supposed to write,’ you lied for the second time, and he didn’t let that go unnoticed. He tilts his head, his eyes asking are you really going to do this? Because there won’t be a nice ending if this continues. He doesn’t say anything about it though, just nods slyly and walks away.

He pulls a further book of the shelf, inspecting it. Seemingly satisfied, he scanned it and left the library, letting the emptiness envelop you. You uncovered the paper filled with his name, unshed tears threatening to fall. Will he ever know…? Will he ever acknowledge my feelings for him?

You return to your room afterwards, attempting to bury your feelings down a deep grave. You sulked until night fell upon the busy city. Deciding to take a shower, you went to get some fresh clothes for the night. Soon enough, warm water was splattering down your body, warming your sore and mentally broken body.

When you came back out of the shower and entered your living room again, you found an unexpected guest. Loki was sitting in your armchair, reading a magazine. His eyes darted to you the moment you stepped into the chamber. You fumbled with your nightshirt pockets, unsure of what to do.

‘What, uh, brings you to my place at this hour?’ you tried, testing the waters. He doesn’t reply, instead he slowly puts the magazine down, his eyes never leaving yours. He shortens the distance between you, every step making your heart beat faster. When he finally stopped around a foot away from you, you looked down, unable to look at him properly. He was too much, too dazzling for your poor, tragic eyes.

‘I think we both know why I’m here,’ he says, tilting his head, eyes boring into yours. You couldn’t breathe, your breath running short. His aura surrounded you like a cage, keeping you trapped in his gaze. ‘No, I don’t think so,’ you replied quietly to the floor. He lifted your chin and forced you to look him in the eye, his face inches from yours. ‘Do not lie, little minx. I know what your problem is. You suffer from lovesickness. There’s a man you love so dearly that you can’t stop thinking about him.’

You shoved him away the moment these words left his mouth. You couldn’t, couldn’t stand his breath on your face, couldn’t stand how close he was to you. ‘Yeah, that’s right,’ you said, using indifference to cover up your shaking voice, ‘I do suffer from that. What has that got to do with you coming over?’

He scoffed softly, ‘Oh, darling, that has everything to do about me coming over. I imagine I can relieve you of your… dilemma.’ Your heart skipped a beat, hoping he didn’t mean what you thought he meant. You just shook your head, looking away. ‘You wouldn’t understand…’ you said, hoping he’d stop clawing at your secrets. But he smiled, nodding slightly and does the utter opposite of what you hoped. ‘Oh really? Because I have a very different opinion about that.’

Please leave, you thought as he said this, praying to the gods, please stop killing me like this… another minute with you will break me. But his next words proved that your prayers were ignored.

‘I’m the lucky guy.’

I’m the lucky guy.

These words seemed to echo in your head. So he knew. He knew about your helpless case. And he knew he was at the center of it. All this time. Or maybe just since today. But who cares. He knows. And your secret’s spilled. In a terrifying way.   

You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. You closed it again, looking anywhere but at him. In the end you settled with staring at his knees, which are pretty much where your eyes land when you look down. You were freaking out, your heart hammering in your chest. You needed to be alone. Right. Freaking. Now.

‘You know what?’ you said, your voice quivering, ‘I’m going to bed.’ You turn around and began marching with determination towards your bedroom door. Loki seemed slightly stunned, catching your shoulder just in time and called after you with worry in his tone: ‘Where are you going? You shouldn’t just leave me hanging, we should – need – to talk about this-‘

‘No, we won’t,’ you said, refusing to turn around and face him. Gods, if you stayed any longer tears would fall. ‘We shouldn’t, because we’re not-‘ she broke off, the words lost in her throat. Going to work out well was what she wanted to say, but she just couldn’t – wouldn’t – bring these words over her lips. Instead, she shook her head again and marched further away. Your sanctuary was so close… so close… But his next words brought you to a halt again.

‘Jumping to conclusions won’t help, Y/n,’ he said with a tenderness he didn’t know he possessed. Due to her lack of response, he pressed further, ‘Is that why you never tried to communicate with me? Why you so desperately avoided my presence? Because you feared that no matter what you did, the worse-case scenario would always happen? Talk to me, Y/n.’ His words hung in the air, thickening it. Tears welled up in her eyes, her mind reflecting on all the break-up and mocking scenarios her imagination had come up with. She whipped around, trying to keep her tears from falling.

‘You don’t know what you’re talking about. You have no idea what it feels like. You have-‘ she broke off again, a shuddering breath replacing the words she was about to say. You have no reason to love me. Not a single one. Tears began to fall as this thought formed in your head. The same one that brought you to tears every time. Every. Damn. Time.

He stayed silent, staring at the thin streams flowing down your face. Unable to bear the silence, you ran back to your room, slamming the door behind you. The moment it fell into place, the streams on your cheeks became rivers, and soon enough you were a sobbing mess on the floor. You were sure Loki could hear them through the door, but at that moment you didn’t care. He had no reason to love you, to care about you, or to even be here, in your living room, standing, stunned, in front of your bedroom door.

Loki felt a sudden pang of sadness when he heard your sobs. Looking down and deciding that it’s a bad time, he leaves, shutting your door quietly.

You didn’t remember how long you’d sat there, crying, on the floor. The only thing you do remember that is that at some point, you dragged yourself into bed and cried yourself to sleep. The next morning came in the blink of an eye, the bright sunlight waking you up. For a split second everything was fine. No worries, no problems, no nothing. But then it all came back to you and the feeling of eternal bliss was stripped from you faster than you wanted it to be.

As you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, you saw something that certainly wasn’t there the night before. A small folded card was propped up against your brush on your nightstand, and your heart skipped a beat when you recognised Loki’s smooth handwriting. There was only one word on the cover: your name. Picking it up like a grenade, you opened it, expecting to see something that went along the lines of ‘I’m sorry, that’ll never happen again,’ but only found one line of words inside it.

‘Come over to my room.’

You blinked.

Come over to my room.

You read through that line a good five times before the meaning got into your brain, although the cogs in your head were still trying to sort this out. Loki – like, God of mischief and destroyer of New York Loki – was inviting you to enter his private chambers? Was this a joke? Was he trying to hype you up just to break you back down?

As much as you’d like to deny it, that order was a lot more appealing than it should be. You desperately wanted to see him again, even if it meant you could be broken. So after a moment of internal debating, you concluded that you will go pay him a visit, and will see what the hell he wants. Putting on some clothes, you set off to his room.

You half expected him to swing the door open and yank you inside when you knocked, but instead some green light shimmered and formed the words: Door is unlocked. Starting to get creepy now, you thought, gathering up your courage and pushing the door open.

The moment you stepped a foot into his room, a hand grabbed your waist and spun you around. Next moment you felt soft lips pressed against yours. Your breath hitched when you figured it was Loki’s. You didn’t have time to register what was going on, everything was happening so fast. So you did the one thing you could do: melt into his touch.

Once the shock has subsided, it felt a lot better than what you expected in your fantasies. His lips were so soft, so loving as they kissed you, sweetly asking for you to open your mouth. His tongue delved into it, tangling itself with yours, licking and flicking and who knows what tricks.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away, his blue eyes gazing into yours. You blushed, looking at the floor, suddenly realising what you two just did. Stumbling over your own words, you said: ‘That was… umm…’

He hummed in response, his hands never leaving your waistline. Your face must’ve been as red as a tomato when you spoke up again. ‘Nice of you…’

He put on a mock hurt look. Pulling you closer, he nuzzled in the crook of your neck. ‘Is that all? After this wonderous surprise I’ve prepared that bested all other ones?’

You shrugged, unable to speak. He was killing you, like before… but this time in a sweet way. You mumbled something about being ‘sorry for last night’, but he shushed you almost immediately.

‘There’s no need for that,’ he said, patting your head, ‘No need to be sorry. I know I went a little to sudden.’

He pulled back to look at you. His eyes searched your body, as if trying to print it into his head. Your arms creeped up his neck, wrapping themselves securely around it. You stared as he breathed heavily into your face, a scent of mint filling your nose.

‘Did you like, eat a mint this morning?’ you asked shyly. He chuckled, swinging you into his arms, causing you to instinctively cling onto him. You gave him an angry look, burying your face in his neck. ‘Just for you, my love.’ You were suddenly happy he couldn’t see your face. He could probably feel the heat radiating off it, though.

‘So… are we a thing now?’ he asked, walking towards the couch and sitting down, you now in his lap. ‘Or what do you Midgardians call it… a couple?’ You nodded in agreement, making yourself comfortable in his arms. He absent-mindedly stroked your hair, admiring the way it shimmers slightly in the dim light.

‘For how long did you know?’ you asked him, grabbing his free hand and playing with it like a toddler. He thought for a moment, then said: ‘Most likely since a month ago. I was originally waiting for you to make the first move, but… you seemed too nervous to. That’s why I decided to come to your room last night.’

You gaped as he said that. A freaking month. No, we’re not talking about a week or two, he’s known for a MONTH. You’ve only crushed on him for like what, two months? He smirked as he saw your expression. ‘You kept looking at me now and then. And you always freaked out when you were within three meters of me.’

You shoved him playfully, pulling his hand up so it was right over your heart. You leaned into his touch, and for the first time since hours, you were glad he made the first move.

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[wonjns]

alright i have a kinda (maybeeee a little) whoreknee thot🤭🤭

so like maybe a fic of seventeen and their 14th member go to a hot springs to relax. the reader (bottom male reader of course) and whatever member you choose for the story end up fucking in the hot springs but try to be sneaky with it because the other members are also still in the hot springs too 🤭👀

also can i be ♾️ anon? have a great day lovelyyyy

ok so i actually had this req before my mingyu one and im surprised at all the sudden hot springs/sauna thots but i’m open cuz it’s hot asf hdjsjsheh — and ofc you can be ♾️ anon!! <33

so for this one i’m actually thinking hoshi or dino 🫣 for obvious bias reasons imma elaborate on hoshi because one,, have you seen those abs …… mouth watering. imagine having him all dripping wet and sweaty and shirtless,, all to yourself. the video below sends my mind reeling everytime i see it!€\£{€

hoshi totally strikes me as someone who would bring his boyfriend to his favorite hot springs, especially if you were the 14th member, with the sole intent on having sexy time. he would purposefully convince you to go on a day that they aren’t too occupied, or simply use his connections (his fat wallet) to get you a private area.

things would start off wholesome enough, you guys soaking in the relaxing warm water just like you did during the full group outings after a long productive day of rehearsal. but something about it being only the two of you filled the tiger’s tummy up with a heat that rivaled the steam rising from the springs.

having the freedom to just take in your shirtless body and soaked skin, watching small sweat beads form along your hairline while you softly moaned sinking deeper into the warm water had him straining his swim shorts in record time. screw this man and his ridiculously high sex drive.

you’d be no better, never being one to hide your ogling over hoshi even out in broad daylight. something about him and the way he moved always had you under his spell, consistently growing more and more desperate for him throughout the days after you finally started hooking up.

your eyes would snap open at the sound of water being tread, only to find hoshi offering you one of those signature smirks while situating himself between your legs. he’d wrap those biceps around your waist and pul you closer onto him, causing your light giggle to turn into a bold moan when you felt his hard-on.

one thing lead to another and to no one’s surprise you and hoshi would be having a steamy making out session right there in the middle of the body of water, swallowing each others moans and stroking each others cocks fervently.

imagine hoshi eventually reached his limit with the foreplay and just pulled you onto his lap against the rocks, sloppily sucking all kinds of marks onto your adams apple while stripping you of your swim trunks.

the bountiful waterfall from the hot springs would do very little to mask the sounds of your gutter al moans resonating through the chambers while an enthusiastic hoshi held you down onto his thick cock while rutting up into your needy ass, your salty tears of pleasure mixing in with the sweat and spring water all around you.

it’d be messy, chaotic, and loud - just how hoshi likes it. his mind would haze over watching how your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure while you felt all along his chiseled forearms and biceps. imagine your nails digging into his toned back when his tongue teasingly taunted your exposed nipples, blooming them into full hardness before sucking on them like a starved calf.

i just know his dancer hips would prove his skill time and time again, his cock kissing that perfect little spot inside of you while he stroked your pulsing dick under the water — all until you were climaxing all over him and those ridiculously sexy abs.

oh god, hoshi would be so lost in the moment that as soon as he rode his high out, he’d pull you off his dick and plant you right on the ramp, eager to clean up the mess he made by licking and sucking both of your cum dry off your dampened skin. you’d be sensitive, and that would only make him love it more, egging on his talented tongue.

the dazed and fucked out look in your eyes as you glanced down at his actions while mindlessly carding your hands through his dripping wet locs would prompt him to make a mental note for himself to bring you to the springs 1 on 1 much more often.

[sweetbutpsychobutsweet]

You Love Bread!

Chapter 8

Thorin Oakenshield x AFAB!Reader

Summary: You wake up from your fainting spell to a group of very concerned dwarves. Thorin in particular would like some answers, and might just have a few ideas up his sleeve to solve your problem...

Warnings: no use of y/n, angst, NSFW, 18+, Minors do not interact, smut, implied eating disorder/starvation

author's note: This chapter ended up being sooo much longer than I anticipated, so I had to break it up into 2 parts. Don't hate me for where I choose to leave this one off😅

Word count: 2121

Someone is pressing a cold cloth to your forehead when you slowly start to drift back into consciousness. You groan as you start to regain feeling in your fingers and toes again. 

It takes a moment for the memory of what happened to flood back in and your breath hitches in a jolt of panic as your eyes snap open and you scramble to get back to your feet. 

“Woah, easy there lass,” Fili’s voice comes from behind you and he removes the cloth from your face to place a firm hand on your shoulder, keeping you from getting back up just yet.

“I’m fine,” you grumble, shaking him off.

“No you’re not,” Kili chuckles from your side. “You swooned into Thorin’s arms like some kind of damsel in distress. You need to take it slow.”

The brothers both bring a hand to your back, gently helping you to sit up further. Fili hands the cool cloth over to you and you sigh in relief as you slide it along your neck and chest. 

Ironically you feel a lot better than you did before you passed out. A gentle breeze blows through your hair, and looking around you can see you are no longer in the same place you were when you lost consciousness. 

Someone has carried you off the path to lie in a patch of grass alongside a small lake. The rest of the company must be waiting nearby as you can hear their booming voices through the trees and can smell the smoke of a campfire and food cooking over the flames. You feel something soft beneath you and look down to find yourself laying on a fur cloak. Thorin’s cloak. 

You look around to try and find him. Farther down the lake you see him conversing with Oin and Bombur. They speak in hushed tones but judging by the troubled looks on their faces it’s safe to assume they’re talking about you.

“She’s awake, uncle,” Kili calls from behind you and Thorin’s head snaps to look over at you. He says something to Oin and they both hurry over to you. 

“Welcome back, lassie,” Oin says, “you gave us quite a fright.”

“You need to eat something,” Thorin says, signaling to Bombur to bring you some food. 

“I’m not hungry,” you tell him, “I just got too hot is all.”

“That wasn’t just heat stroke,” Oin replies with concern, “you’re still very pale and Thorin says you’ve been weak and disoriented all day.”

Of course, he did. You look over at him with a glare. 

“Well then he would be mistaken, I’m perfectly fine.” you lie. 

Bombur finally returns and approaches you with a bowl of soup and some bread but you shake your head, waving him off. 

“I’m not hungry,” you tell them again, “I’m ready to get back on the road I just need a minute to catch my breath.”

“We’re not going anywhere. The others have already started making camp here for the evening, we’ll start up again in the morning,” Thorin insists. He takes the bread from Bombur and shoos him away with the rest.

“But Durin’s day-” you protest, knowing your deadline is fast approaching.

“We can afford to wait a little longer, we already covered enough ground today. Here,” he replies, offering you the bread, “just eat some of this.”

You push his hand away with another shake of your head. You can keep going you know you can. You’ve put a good amount of distance between you and the orcs already; you won’t jeopardize that now. 

“In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never once seen you refuse bread,” Kili comments with a nervous chuckle.

“You love bread,” Fili agrees. 

You pay them no mind, keeping your eyes locked on Thorin’s as he thoughtfully examines your face. He’s given you no indication yet that he knows your real motives. How could he?

“Leave us,” he instructs the others, still looking at you. 

They all hurry off towards camp without protest. 

Fili hands the damp cloth over to his uncle and gives you another worried look before joining the others. 

Thorin is still looking at you in silence. Your anxiety gets the better of you and you pull your gaze away to look down at the ground, trying to feign innocence. 

He still says nothing. 

Does he expect you to speak first? Perhaps he’s hoping that if he waits long enough you’ll divulge everything to him on your own. 

That’s not going to happen, you laugh to yourself.

He rises to his feet with a sigh, but you still refuse to look at him as he makes his way over to the nearby lake. You hear him dip the cloth back into the water and wring it out before coming to sit in front of you.

He brings two fingers up to your chin, and gently turns your face to look at him. You’re too exhausted to fight him. 

His hand slides down to your neck, gently tipping your head back so he can see you better. You refuse to let your eyes meet his, instead electing to look over his shoulder at the light reflecting off the lake.

You shudder as he brings the cool cloth up to your face, tracing a slow line from your temple all the way down to your jaw. 

“Bombur says he hasn’t seen you eat anything since Rivendell. No one has,” Thorin’s voice is gentle and cautious. Not at all what you were expecting. 

You finally meet his eyes to see they are not angry as you were expecting. Instead, they’re full of fear. You can’t remember the last time you saw this side of Thorin, if ever. 

The cloth makes its way down the column of your neck, inching its way closer and closer towards the top of your breasts. You hate how much you ache for him to touch you there again.

Maybe it’s your desire or his rare show of vulnerability but you can’t help the words that escape your lips. 

“Orcs can smell blood,” you whisper. 

The cloth freezes just above your collarbone and he looks at you in confusion. 

“I’m due to start my monthly cycle in the next few days,” you clarify and can see as the last pieces of the mental puzzle fall into place.

His brow furrows and his hand drops away from your chest.

“You heard what Lord Elrond said. If we are being hunted by Orcs I didn’t want to lead them right to us. I figured if I stopped eating for a while the bleeding wouldn’t start and it would buy us more time to get them off our backs.”

You bite your bottom lip, waiting anxiously for the lecture to begin. For him to yell and shout and tell you how reckless you were, or even worse to send you away from the company until you’re no longer a liability. 

But he doesn’t. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispers. 

You raise an eyebrow at him, “why didn’t I tell you I was about to start menstruating while we’re being hunted by a pack of orcs?”

“Did you think I’d be angry with you?” he scoffs, “over something you can’t control?”

“No, Thorin,” you snap, “I thought you’d send me away. Again!”

He blinks at you in surprise. 

“If me being here puts everyone else in jeopardy, if it puts our quest in jeopardy, then that makes me a liability and it is your duty as king to send me away.”

“Don’t you dare try to tell me what my duty is,” his voice drops into a low growl and his fists begin to clench sending drops of water running down his knuckles from the cloth still in his hand.

“Quest or no quest I am also responsible for the well-being of my people which includes you in case you’ve forgotten. I will not allow you to do something so reckless and idiotic! How can you expect me to successfully lead this company to Erebor if you’re starving yourself while my back is turned? If you had told me earlier we could have found a better solution that didn’t cause you to faint in the middle of the road!”

“You mean if I had told you earlier, you could have left me behind in Rivendell instead of slowing the company down?” you snap back as he moves his face closer to yours. You can see the angry clench of his jaw, and the furrowed lines of his brow that seem to be a permanent facial feature on him.

“I would have thought you’d prefer the company of elves over that of your kin, you certainly seemed to enjoy Lord Elrond’s the other night-” 

You still feel weak from hunger but somehow the rage his words inspire gathers up enough strength for you to roughly shove him away from you. He barely budges and you lift your arms to shove him again, but this time he catches you, grabbing you by the wrists keeping you firmly in place. He pulls you closer into his chest until you’re almost nose to nose. 

“You will stay here with us and you will do so with a full belly. I need you to keep your strength up for the journey ahead and the orcs pursuing us. And I swear to you,” he says with a growl, “ If I ever hear about you trying to starve yourself again, I will personally shove every last crumb down your throat. Do I make myself clear?”

“Oh I have no doubt you’ve been dying to shove something down my throat,” you purr with a wicked grin, “which is why I don’t intend to give you the satisfaction, your grace.”

His grip on your wrists tightens.

“We’ll see about that,” he growls, letting go of your wrists. Before you can even blink his hands are grabbing your face, pulling your lips into his in an angry, passionate kiss. 

You know you should resist him, or at least pretend like you don’t want him as badly as he clearly wants you. But seeing as you are quite literally starving, and he tastes absolutely amazing…

You tangle your hands in his hair and pull him closer to you. You groan in pleasure as his tongue sneaks past your lips forcing himself deeper inside your mouth. His hands leave your face and travel down your body to cup your ass firmly, pulling you into his lap.

You can feel his arousal through his trousers, stabbing your upper thigh, so close to where you want him but not quite close enough. 

He drags his teeth along your bottom lip before starting to kiss a slow path along your jawline and down your neck, biting at your flesh as he travels further and further down. 

You free a hand from his hair and reach it down between the two of you. You press your palm against his length and he growls into your neck. You want to tease him, to drive him to the edge of insanity until he is completely addicted to you. But not as badly as you want to feel him, all of him. You bring your other hand down to help unfasten his pants but before you can succeed he suddenly has you on your back beneath him, wrists held firmly overhead. 

You growl and squirm trying to free yourself but you both know you’re not exactly at fighting strength at the moment. You are completely at his mercy and you can’t stand it. 

“Please,” you whine, trying helplessly to press your body up to meet his again but he refuses to budge. “I need it,” you complain. 

“Oh, I know exactly what you need,” he whispers, his beard tickling your face. He releases just one of his hands, moving your free wrist to join the other and your breath hitches in anticipation, hoping that hand is about to touch you in all the places that ache for him.

You open your mouth to beg for just that when something soft is suddenly stuffed into your mouth. 

You blink at him in confusion before your taste buds can identify the unexpected guest.

Bread!

“You’re going to eat every last crumb,” he demands, “and when you’re done with that you’ll have more. I’m going to stay here and watch you eat every last bite, then and only then, will you get your other needs fulfilled. Do you understand?” 

You nod eagerly, unable to speak around the roll he shoved in your mouth.

His breath his hot against your cheek as he brings his lips closer towards your ear.

“Good girl,” he growls

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Parts Of The Truth

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Chapter Four

Warnings:18+ smut, p in v, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), infidelity, foul language, once again a bit sad cause I feel like it, reader is a mother so a child is mentioned(I love children, sorry not), also I wrote this in the middle of my Politics class so maybe some spelling errors.

"I love you Padme"

The words haunted your dreams, as you slept. You rolled over coming into contact with his hard chest. Your eyes opened adjusting to the darkness of the room, he had slept over and he had carried you from the couch to bedroom. You remained still for a moment; listening to his breathing, soft snores escaping his lips as he chest rose and fell. You bit to your lip in thought; your mother's words ring through your ears again 'what you're doing is really stupid' she's right, he very obviously doesn't love you, at least not as much as he loves his wife. Your heart hurts, it feels like it'll burst from your chest. Unable to stay beside him in the moment, you get up, heading to the kitchen.

You were sat on the counter, sipping a glass of wine. Your mind running wild; he doesn't love you, maybe he doesn't even love Darcy, he's using us, Padme may find out, oh god what if you lost your job, how would you take care of yourself, take care of Darcy, he did everything- your thoughts are interrupted by his sleepy voice calling out to you as he now stood in the kitchen.

"Baby why are you up? What's wrong?" He stretches, coming towards you, he stands between your legs.

"what's the matter" he kisses your forehead gently.

You tried to push past him but he cages you in, hands on each side of you.

"what's going on? You know you can tell me" he leans down to kiss you and as usual, you kiss back.

You don't say anything, just deepening the kiss, his hands stretch under your thighs as your legs wrap around him, carrying you back into the bedroom. He carefully places you on the bed, slipping your night gown off your shoulders. His hands exploring every inch of your body as though it were the first time.

"You're so beautiful" he kisses down your neck, you can feel his hardening length rubbing against your clothed sex and like a dog in heat your hand reaches down, over his toned chest, down his abs and into his sweats to stroke him.

He groans, a soft moans falling from his lips when he buries himself inside you. You gasp at the delicious stretch, preparing yourself for his harsh thrusts, you close your eyes but they never came.

You open your eyes and he's above you, still buried deep inside your hot cunt but he's stilled. Looking down at you he brushes some stray hair from your face, adjusting himself so his cock presses that sweet spot inside you, your hands wrap around him, nails leaving soft scratches as they dig into his back. His eyes are piercing like they see into your soul, like they're reading your thoughts. The position is so intimate, so raw, like he's trying to steal your soul and join it with his own, he drops himself slowly onto you, and then began to move, slowly, your leg wraps around him, pushing him deeper into you. His kisses down your jaw to your neck, soft nips on your breasts are like a drug you can't help but delight in. Small whimpers turn into moans as his thrusts get faster and his kisses sloppier almost needed. His squeezes your face in his hand, his hips snapping against you as he hammers your needy cunt. "I love you so fucking much" he whispers, kissing you roughly, a string of saliva on the side of your mouth once he pulls away to bite your neck, the hand on your face, wraps around to your throat, his brutal thrusts slowing, he groans when you clench around him, he's about to pick up the pace again when you stop him.

"wait just rub it" you whisper. He does as you ask, rubbing the tip of his cock against your swollen clit, occasionally teasing past your folds. Your eyes flutter closed, mind clear of all thoughts just him. In this moment he was yours, not Padme's, in this moment he wanted you and somehow that was enough. He pushes in to you again, laying his weight on top of you at your request as you coach his movements, nearing both your highs.

"Fuck" he mutters, his cock twitches and he spills himself inside of you, you gasp, warmness spreading throughout your body.

He lays on top of you, still tucked perfectly inside you as you catch your breath. He kisses your neck, burying his face in the space between our head and shoulder.

"I'm sorry" he says, his voice soft and almost whiney, foreign for him really. He raises his head, looking at you, his hand smoothing over your hair. "I love you"

You tilt your head to look at him, a small smile on your lips, your hand comes up to his hair, he kisses your arm. You hadn't even realized that the sun was up, streaks of light finding their way though your curtains, his messed up hair or as you called it; his sex hair almost golden in the sunlight.

"I know."

By the time Darcy had woken up, he was gone. Leaving some stuffed bunny he'd bought for her on the kitchen counter. The weekend was short, simple. You spent as much time with Darcy as possible, choosing to not think about he absolute shit show that was your life.

That Sunday night Darcy laid in your bed, crawling under your shirt, more one of Anakin's old shirts, her small hand tracing a circle repeatedly over your chest. "Mama?" Her voice is soft and curious, you tilt your head to look down at her.

"How come daddy doesn't live with us? Grandma said daddies always live with babies and mommies" she says, she was too smart for a three year old and you couldn't do anything but laugh. You think of what you could possibly say.

"Daddy has to work very hard so that he can buy all the teddies in all the world for you" you say, she hums and then looks up at you, both your heads fitting neatly in the neck of the stretched out t-shirt.

"But-" you cut her off.

"Darcy you don't need to worry about that okay. Daddy and mommy love you very much and your grandma shouldn't be talking to you about that in the first place" she pouts, her dirty blonde curls, wild on her head, her blue eyes big and soft, gosh she looked so much like her father, like you had nothing to do with birthing her at all. "You can't guilt me you little stinker" you whisper, her forehead resting against yours, her soft laugh filling your ears, you kiss her cheek, hugging her close, she settles her head on your chest gain, quick to fall asleep.

Monday morning, you'd called in sick. Darcy was ill; fever and a cold, how she had gotten it overnight was a mystery to you. You figured it was best to stay home with her rather than drop her at your mom's and risk something worsening, Anakin had called a few times to speak with her, promising to drop by later.

You were laid on the couch, Darcy on your chest as you watched paw patrol, she was completely obsessed with it and you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy an episode or two.

Your doorbell rings and you damn near die when you answer it and your eyes register the face looking back at you.

"Padme" your voice breaks, your palms immediately beginning to sweat.

Could use some feedback. What do you guys think so far and what direction would you like to see this heading?

[infernalodie]

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 || 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐞𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘢, 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘢 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦“

Inspo: Montell Fish - Hotel

Pairing: Shouei Barou x Male!reader

Summary: There was something here since the two of you saw one another...

Warnings: Smut with a flash of fluff. Characters aged up.

Words: 1825

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“B-Barou, hold on-”

“No. I’ve waited long enough.”

“Can we at least go somewhere else?”

“No. They need to know you’re mine.”

Your hands pressed against the behemoth’s chest, hoping to create some space, but Barou didn’t budge. Lips curled into a small smirk as he stared down at your reddened features. Eyes flickering around to your guys’ sleeping teammates. “Barou!” You whined softly, attempting to pull up the blue sweatpants that the man had been trying to rip from your body. “Showers. We can go there.”

The man did very little to show interest, only continuing to place kisses across your rich skin. The hem of your shirt bunched up around his wrists as he kissed, licked, nipped, and sucked spots across your stomach. Fingers gently toying with your pebbled nipples, inclined to break down your resilience with due time. Some specific placed kiss, feather-light touches, and you’ll become a needy toy within seconds.

“Barou…” You panted, hands sprawling through his spiked hair, nibbling on your bottom lip. The sight of him was something out of this world. Crimson orbs staring up at you, mouth placing spells on your body that formed a warm flush to your skin, he was something short of normal. “Hey! Hold on a sec-! Fuck.” You moaned, panicked features dissolving to one of relaxation.

Barou slowly stroked your cock, enjoying the sight of your embarrassed expression. “We do this now or I leave you high and dry, Y/n,” he whispered in that silky smooth tone of his. “This is beneficial for both of us.”

Although the truth was a tough pill to swallow, he was right. For days, the two of you had been training and dealing with the games you two and the rest of the team had to perform in. But ever since the both of you had met, there had been some sort of tension between the two of you. A thick rope was tied around your throat and tightened each time you were forced to communicate with the man. And it seemed like now, after nights of staring at the large hulking figure of Barou’s, trying to keep your gaze away from the spots that created a tent in your shorts, you were having those desires fulfilled.

“I don’t know how this is beneficial for me when anyone could see me like this.” You tried to wiggle your way out of his grasp, feeling incredibly hot with his warm palms encompassing your cock.

But it was useless with Barou applying his other hand to the center of your chest. “I know you want this as much as I do, Y/n,” he growled. “Just accept it. You want me as much as I want you.”

His thumb brushed across your red tip, smearing the pre-cum. You huffed, trying to keep any other noises beneath and avoid waking up any of your other teammates. The last thing you wanted to deal with was people not looking at you as a teammate or for them to just cast you out. And Barou wasn’t making it easy for you to keep your mind focused on that. If anything, you were sure the man could care less about what the others thought. The two of you were carrying the team through the first selection process, so they would have to respect the both of you.

Resting on your elbows, you watched with a warm face the man toy with you. His own eyes watching every twitch and twist of your expression as you tried to hold in those sweet little noises. Beginning to let his hand move and slowly stroke your small needy cock.

Moving closer, soon Barou was sitting between your naked thighs with those innocent eyes of yours staring up at him. The smile that twitched onto his lips was unknown to him, only knowing the genuine admiration in his heart as he slowly closed the space between the two of you. “You look gorgeous, Y/n.”

Meeting his lips it was a shot of adrenaline into the bloodstream. Because it wasn’t lust-filled or derived down to desire. Although you’d been wanting him since you first saw him, you wanted something softer. Something passionate and intimate. And you loved and adored every second of the moment.

Pressing your lips against his, something that was quickly reciprocated. His free hand holding your cheek with the delicacy that would be shown with a growing flower. Lips moving at your own pace that crafted a perfect bubbly feeling in both of your guts. This unpolished and abstract feeling neither of you knew of. It was overwhelming like Barou’s hulking figure towering over you. It was warm like Barou’s warm gaze that rested on you when you slept. It was soft like the hold he had on you. Everything about it was new but not unwelcome. Because you leaned on one arm, using your other arm to wrap around his neck and pull him closer.

With careful fingers and considerate thinking, Barou’s hand that once held your cock slid down with his index gently pushing past your fluttering entrance. The white-hot pain that flooded your body made you pull him closer. Allowing him to swallow your whimpers as you curled your legs around his waist. Inviting him in with one hand gently pushing against his pelvis, a soft but noticeable sign that Barou took into account. Getting you ready with slow and consistent thrusts and curls of his finger, all the while keeping the intimacy of the kiss. Ignoring the pain of his lungs pleading for a second of air.

You didn’t know if it was just the sensation of him partly being inside you or the kiss, but you were a muddy mess. And when you felt the tip of his cock start to stretch you, you pulled from his lips with a gasp. Bruised lips pursing together as your eyes clamped shut. Barou pulled away, sitting up with his hands finding their places on your hips with his thumbs rubbing circles. Hoping it would be enough to soothe the very apparent pain that increased the further he pushed.

And inevitably, you were a panting and whimpering mess with him flush to your body. Cock filling you to the brim. “Are you okay?” He whispered, teeth gritting as his hand was placed on the wall the two of you were lying beside. The vice grip you had around him was damn near unbearable and was slowly guiding him toward the release he’d been deprived of for a week.

It took a moment, a few shaky breaths, but you bit your bottom lip and looked up at him with tear-brimmed eyes. Nodding softly with your hands holding his sides. With a few consecutive thrusts that followed one after the other, creating a fuzzy feeling in your head, the pain subsided with pure animalistic arousal. Those groans that once fell from your lips morphed into moans that came as music to Barou’s ears.

The man hovering above you groaned, eyes flickering shut at the tensing and relaxing warmth of your walls surrounding his cock. Yanking him towards that edge the two of you were chasing and reaching out towards.

But whatever switch had been hardwired, redirecting the emotions and feelings you felt, had turned into something completely new. A different line of energy shooting into your veins made you stare up at Barou differently. Like you were finally feeling something that you didn’t before.

Whatever it had been, it had taken Barou by surprise when he felt your tongue run up the side of his neck. Unable to help the wet sensation from making his eyes roll back into his head. Tilting his head just enough to give you more access to act on these desires. You clamped your lips on his pulse point, moans muffled and sending vibrations right through his body.

Barou sped up his thrusts, hips slamming into yours with abandon. The mind becomes an unfinished puzzle of thoughts with your hips gently rocking to meet his thrusts. Those sweet noises of yours were surely loud enough to wake up the rest of the team, but he didn’t care. These blissful sensations you were giving him were unspeakable. No words could give them enough justice.

“Fuck, Y/n.” Barou panted, one of his hands reaching for the back of your head and forcing your lips against his skin. That tingling sensation in his lower gut was very apparent now, the euphoria in his body spreading throughout his cock pounded into you. “Fuck, I’m g-gonna fucking-”

He couldn’t finish his sentence with your lips smashing against his. Silencing the loud guttural moan to fill the room as he felt his release finally collapse on him. Hips stilling, flush with you before they twitched and he bucked into you. But your tight hole milked him dry before he inevitably pulled away from your body.

Although you were also in a sweaty daze, the sight of Barou sweating, cock fairly limp with remnants of his cum dripping off the tip, was something heavenly. Body cut by the gods and placed in your path to test your metal.

A smile tugged at his lips, running a hand through his hair that had lost its volume. “Fuck, you’re amazing.” But his eyes drifted down and found that you hadn’t finished. Your tip a needy red with pre cum dripping onto your stomach. And then you saw the flicker of light in his eyes as he slowly lowered to his stomach. A smirk etched across his lips as he said, “You deserve this as much as me.”

And you sat up on your elbows and watched him take you into his mouth. Head rolling back with your eyes closed.

If this was heaven, you weren’t ever planning on leaving.

“Hey, Y/n!” Isagi’s voice shook you from your daze, offering a tiny wave and hum, which was enough for the boy to frown, taking in your appearance and the bruises along your neck. Circles are evident underneath your eyes, showing that lack of rest had been a contributor. “Uh, are you okay? Were you training last night?”

The question made your body tense as you gave a sheepish smile. “Yup! For sure! That’s what happened!” You left zero room for the other to speak as you rushed over to your team's table. Isagi and Bachira didn’t allow their eyes to drift away from you, seeing you wince as you took a seat beside Barou. And speaking of your star player, the man grinned down at you, whispering something in your ear that caused you to clamp a hand over his mouth.

“They had sex,” Kunigami stated, shocking the two boys. But when he was met with silence, he found the pair staring at him incredulously. Making him stop chewing on his food and raise a brow. “What? You guys didn’t hear ’em last night?”

[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

🪢 You’re nothing more than our little plaything now, got it? 🪢

✎ Pairing: sexy ass!Bang Chan x intense!Lee Know x cocky!Han Jisung x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut (maybe fic?)

✎ Summary: Three mysterious men want to use you as a human pocket pussy for the night. Why the hell not?

✎ CW: ❗️Consensual nonconsent, a little blood❗️foursome, drinking, degradation, hand job, blow job, rough sex, face fucking, fingering, public fingering, general crassness

✎ Word count: 4,930

✩ A/N: I maaayyyy keep this one going as a chaptered fic?? Idk though. Lmk what you think! ✩

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Click

One handcuff latches around the bedpost. Its closely-linked twin is already snug around your right wrist.

Click, click

The man on your left encloses the bedpost first, then your wrist. You watch his skilled fingers work with bated breath.

“Comfortable?” the cocky blonde with the cute cheeks asks before shooting you a sly smile.

The dark-haired one scoffs.

“Like it matters,” he answers for you. “This isn’t about her comfort, is it now?”

“Quit bickering, you two,” says the third man — the amber-eyed, honey-tongued one. “We’re on the same team, here, yeah?”

The other two nod.

“Good. Now, grab her legs.”

They do as they’re told, pushing your ankles down into the bed. The leader unzips his jeans, pulls down his boxers, and slowly strokes his cock.

He hungrily examines your naked body, mapping out a course of action. You take the opportunity to study him, too, and deduce two things almost immediately:

1. His dick is probably the biggest you’ve ever seen, let alone taken.

2. That devilish grin on his face makes you nervous.

In one swift motion, he maneuvers the garments around his muscular legs and drops them to the ground. He crawls onto the bed, barking out one more order to his friends.

“Don’t let her go… even if she screams for help.”

Fuck, what did you get yourself into?

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It didn’t take much to convince you at the time. Hot stranger approaches at the bar, buys you a drink. You chat, you flirt, you dance, you kiss. He asks if you wanna get out of here, of course you say yes. It was a typical pickup story — until it wasn’t.

You were already under his spell by the time he shared information about his friends: the brooder and the showboat. He pointed to a dimly lit corner where the two men watched you intently from afar, but you recognized those faces.

They had been hovering before. A hand on the small of your back as one walked past, eye contact held for just a second too long over your suitor’s shoulder. The three of them circled you like sharks, and you didn’t even notice.

But they were good dudes, he guaranteed it. Just some friends as close as brothers who wanted to try something, someone. Together.

You’d had a threesome before, so what’s one more? But not like that exactly, he clarified. Yes, four people, but more like 3 vs. 1. As in they can freely pinch and poke and prod, while you’re pinched and poked and prodded.

It could have been the alcohol or how his lips moved when he spoke in that Australian accent or the way the flecks of gold and copper and bronze swirled around his pupils, but you said yes.

Were you 100% sure? No, but why not? He said they’d give you a safe word and had absolutely no intention of hurting you (unless you wanted them to), but it could — and likely would — get rough. Fuck it, sure.

The first time you spoke to the other two was outside, and it was nothing more than simple hellos. Not even names. That was another part of the deal: anonymity. No personal details, no phone numbers, no emotional mess to deal with in the morning.

You stood on the sidewalk with the two strangers while the one who convinced you to do this tried to hail a cab. Eyes shamelessly traveled up and down each others’ bodies while you waited.

The blonde with the cute face and deep brown eyes stood — chest puffed out — next to the dark brown-haired one. His irises were darker than the blonde’s, and his energy much more intense. Arms crossed tightly across his chest, he squinted at you from the moment you said hello until the yellow car finally pulled up. Welp, here goes nothing.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The cheeky blonde slides in first, and the quiet one gestures for you to go next. Whether he was being chivalrous or just wanted a sneak peek under your skirt as you maneuvered into the car wasn’t clear. Either way, he got his wish.

Blondie waited only for the inside lights to dim before placing a hand on your knee. He slowly drags his fingertips up your thigh, zigging and zagging more toward the inside, then the outside. He pauses when he touches the hem of your skirt, then retraces his steps back down to your knee. His motions repeat, but his path inches closer and closer to your inner thigh each time.

The mysterious one on your right hungrily stares down at your legs and cracks his knuckles, and the Aussie glances in the rear-view mirror every now and then to monitor their actions and gauge your reaction. He keeps smirking — showing off those dreamy dimples that hooked you in the first place — and shaking his head at the eagerness of his friend.

Eventually, there’s no more accessible flesh for the bold one to traverse. His path has led him to the line where your thighs meet, and they’re pressed together firmly. You see this scenario playing out in one of two ways, but the man you can’t quite pin down surprises you with option number 3.

His hand lands on your leg with a loud clap, and he forces his way between your thighs. The two of them pry your legs apart and run their digits up and down the sensitive skin, putting your panties on full display for the driver.

Tingles immediately shoot up your spine. They inch closer and closer to your crotch, but never actually reach it. Fingertips always stop right at the edge of your panties before traveling back toward your knees, but you can’t help but hope that each time would be different… and they’d finally…

“We’re here.”

Your eyes shoot back open; you hadn’t even realized they closed. The cabbie is paid in cash, and the men open and exit through their respective doors. They gather on the sidewalk, holding out hands to help you to your feet.

You mumble a thanks and stride behind them to the entrance. They open double doors for you and lead the way to the elevators. The blonde presses the button and stands watch, glancing back and forth between the two numbers to guess like he’s trying to guess which would arrive first.

The other two stand at your sides. The quiet one extends his arm to brush knuckles against your hip, and the Aussie places an open palm on your lower back and quietly hums a tune you haven’t heard before.

Ding

“Ha! I called it!” the blonde exclaims, clenching his fist in a tiny celebration of winning whatever game he played in his head.

The left elevator’s doors open, and you file in, the hand on your back guiding you to the rear of the car. Once you turn to face the front, his long fingers curl around your waist and pull you into his body. In another context, this may have been comforting. But the quiet one surprises you again and slips a hand under your skirt — heading right for your crotch this time.

He applies pressure to get a feel for you over your underwear. Then his middle finger curls up, pushing in just enough to make you squirm before returning to its initial position. Your breath quickens right when the elevator stops and the doors slide open once again.

An older couple walks in, exchanging smiles with your group. The hand at your waist squeezes tightly, and you smile, too. But the hand on your pussy doesn’t leave. If anything, he pushes into you deeper. You try to angle your hips away from him, but his lips go to your ear.

“Stay still,” he breathes. “You’re nothing more than our little plaything now, got it?”

Your toes curl into the soles of your shoes. It’s the only thing you can think to do that won’t make what’s happening so incredibly obvious. And everyone’s still smiling, but are they just being polite? You don’t know and you don’t care. You just want him to stop teasing and push through the silk entirely.

The elevator finally comes to a stop, and the couple steps off. Before the doors meet again, the one who started it all spins into you, his arm still tightly wrapped around your waist.

You’re chest to chest for the second time tonight. Without sweat and alcohol overwhelming your nose, you can finally inhale the vanilla and citrus of his cologne. His pull is just as intoxicating as it was at the bar, and you think you may be about to kiss him when he slams his free hand into the wall next to your head and leers down at you.

“Here’s how this is gonna go, yeah?” he growls. “We make the rules. We tell you to shut up? You shut up. We tell you to spread your legs? You spread ‘em. We tell you to come? You come. Got it?”

You nod.

“Good. Safe word is… uh…”

“Onion!” the blonde blurts out.

Dimples furrows his brow and shoots his friend a confused glance before turning his attention back to you.

“Sure, whatever, onion. You good with that?” he asks in that sexy accent.

“She better be,” the quiet one says from the corner while staring intently at your thighs.

Dimples and the blonde exchange smirks just as you reach the top floor and the doors open again. The Aussie keeps one arm tight around your waist and guides you down the hall.

The other two skip ahead, giggling about something unspoken. It’s like the dark-haired one is two different people. His emotionless eyes glare at you one second, and he’s beaming at the blonde in the next. They reach the room first, and he quickly snaps back into intimidation mode the second his eyes meet yours.

“Welcome to our playground…” the blonde says after you pass through the doorway.

It’s a typical hotel room: bathroom by the door, dresser below the tv, desk by the window, couch in the corner. But the bed sandwiched between nightstands sticks out the most. There’s only one, and four of you.

“Interesting…” you muse, slowly making your way to the couch.

“What’s that?” the dark-haired one asks.

“Yeah, what’s interesting?” blondie jumps in.

“Just… one bed,” you explain. “Guess we won’t be spending the night?”

“What makes you think that?” the Aussie challenges from across the room. He just finished moving the do not disturb sign to the other side of the door and attaching the chain. Now, he’s leaning against the wall, thick arms crossed over his chest.

Something about him keeps rendering you speechless. Whatever witty comment that was brewing in your mind is long gone, so you just plop down on the couch and stare at the bed.

“I think you broke her, hyung,” the blonde giggles and throws his body on the mattress. He’s enjoying the puzzled look on your face a little too much.

“So, who gets first go?” the quiet one asks from his position in the far corner.

Blondie is the first to offer his thoughts.

“He did most of the work so far, so I vote Ch-”

“SHHHHHH!” “Shut the fuck up!”

The other two cut him off almost in unison, but it’s a little too late. Ch-something. Noted.

“You’re a fucking idiot, but I agree,” Ch-something says, pushing off the wall and striding across the room toward you. He moves quickly, and he’s staring down at you again in mere seconds. “Stand up.”

You do as he asks, maintaining eye contact while you push up off the couch. Those beautiful eyes are a little cloudier now, and the sweet swirl from earlier looks more like a brewing thunderstorm.

He runs his fingers along the line where your top meets your skin. He drags his hands down your torso, feeling the lace on the bustier.

“Spin.”

You do as you’re told, and his hands get to work undoing the hooks along your spine.

“The second I saw you in this, I pictured what it would be like to take it off,” he admits. “Of course, there was a lot more ripping involved in my imagination.”

Your walls clench at the thought of someone like him wanting to rip your clothes off at first sight.

“But this is such a pretty top…” Ch-something continues. “And it would be a shame if we sent you home fucked and bruised and topless, too.”

One hand traces the exposed section of your spine before meeting the other and resuming their task.

“We’re nice boys, yeah? Just want you well-loved,” he says and presses his torso to your back, his silky lips to your ear. “And well-laid.”

The top releases its hold on your lower back and awkwardly hangs on your body. His big hands slide under the lace, around your waist, and up to your breasts. After a few squeezes, he slides the straps off your shoulders, and the top falls to the floor.

“I get first go, yeah?” he calls out to the others.

They echo in agreement from across the room. The Aussie circles your body before plopping down on the couch in front of you. He spreads his legs slightly and reaches for your hips.

“Come ’ere,” he commands, pulling you into his lap.

You straddle him and slide down onto his thighs, but not close enough, apparently. His hands firmly grip your ass and pull you into him. You can feel his hard cock press into your crotch while he wraps those big lips around one nipple.

He licks and nips and sucks at you, and you start to roll your hips into his lap. He gently guides you with palms on your ass, and for a minute you forget you’re not the only ones in the room. He has this way of making you dizzy with the warmth of his mouth and his hands and his chest and his...

“Ay, that’s enough,” one of the others says from behind you. “You’ll have plenty of time to mark her up later.”

Someone grabs your hair from behind and snaps your head back. Before you can register who it is, their lips are on yours and their nose presses into your chin. Hands go to your neck, alternating between caressing the skin and squeezing. Someone else is fiddling with your nipples, and Ch-whatever’s hands are still gripping your ass.

Whoever’s tongue it is forces its way into your mouth and flicks at your tongue, and both nipples are engulfed in wet warmth. A hand reaches under your skirt and pushes your silk panties to the side to stick a finger inside you. Then two. Then three.

The man above you squeezes your neck harder, and someone else rubs your lower stomach. There are arms and hands and mouths everywhere like some sick game of Twister.

One mouth leaves, then another, then the last. You can finally open your eyes and see thick eyelashes and dark hair above you. The quiet one is smiling down at you and stroking your cheek, making this the first time he looks at you endearingly. And, of course, it’s when he’s gripping your neck.

“Quit being soft, man,” the blonde says. He stands and grips your bicep to pull you up, too. Then his hand moves to your shoulder and pushes down.

“On your knees.”

You drop to the floor and stare up at him with wide eyes. From this angle, his tiny waist seems so small compared to his broad shoulders. His cock twitches in his pants, and you reach up to free it, but he smacks your hand away.

“I didn’t say you could touch me, slut,” he barks. “Keep your hands at your sides and open your fucking mouth.”

Your jaw drops and your tongue slides out over your bottom lip. The lean blonde unzips his pants, pulls out his thick cock and strokes it inches away from your face.

“You want this?” he asks, running its head back and forth over the tip of your tongue. “Want me to fuck your pretty mouth?”

You just stare up at him. He’s made it clear that it doesn’t matter what you think, so maybe not acknowledging his questions is what will really get him going.

And it works. His lips turn down in a scowl, and he roughly grips your hair and thrusts in hard, hitting the back of your throat right when his balls slap into your chin.

“Oh, that’s it,” he moans, picking up the pace. “Attagirl.”

You can’t see the other two, but you hear another zipper. Then your arm is lifted, and your hand is placed on another big, veiny cock. A quick glance to your right confirms it’s the dark-haired one, and his eyes tell you to stroke.

The way your head is bobbing back and forth makes it hard to concentrate on the movements of your hand, but you do your best. You keep waiting for Ch-something to join, but he just watches.

“I want her mouth now,” the dark-haired one says. “Why don’t you do the honors and get those panties off?”

Ch-something speaks up from the couch.

“Naur, her cunt is mine. Fuck her tits, they’re amazing.”

“Oh, shit, yeah. Good call,” the blonde replies between deep breaths. “Let’s get her on the bed.”

They pull out of your grip and easily lift you, a pair of hands under your arms and another under your knees. They drop you on the bed on your back, and the quiet one straddles your head with his thick thighs. He positions himself to enter your mouth and checks behind him to see if his friend has enough room to work.

“I’m good,” the blonde assures, straddling your waist and squeezing your breasts together. He slides his dick between them just as the other presses into your mouth.

The quiet one stares at the wall as he thrusts, and you’re kind of grateful. Other than that one sweet moment, his gaze has been severe. You’re not sure how you’d react if he looks at you like that again, but part of you wants to find out.

You reach for his hips and grip gently, seeing if that can initiate eye contact. Nope, his head just falls back instead, and the blonde takes a second to ruffle his hair.

“I know, her mouth is fantastic,” he says before sharing a warning. “Save yourself, though, it’s gonna be a long night.”

“Yeah… I know…” he pants in reply, squeezing your head between his strong legs. “This is just… so… good…”

“You know…” Ch-something speaks up again, “I have an idea.”

“What’s that, hyung?” the blonde asks, still sliding his hips forward and back on your chest.

A bag is tossed onto the bed, and something metallic clangs inside. But you’re distracted by the man opening the duffel and the way his T-shirt hugs his biceps while he rummages through it. You can’t wait for him to use you like his friends are.

“These…” he says, holding up something he pulled from the bag, “should be fun.”

You can’t see what’s in his hand, but the way the other two are giggling probably means it’s something exciting — for them at least.

“Fuck yeah, Chan, good looking out,” the blonde cheers, and the other two freeze.

“Dude, really??”

The nameless ones climb off of you and meet Chan at the foot of the bed. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch as they talk amongst themselves. Chan hands something to each of them, then places his hands on the bed when they go their separate ways.

“So, here’s what we’re gonna do,” Chan announces. “They’re gonna tie you up, and I’m gonna have my way with you.”

He reaches for your skirt and pulls at the zipper, loosening the waistband enough to slide it over your ass and down your legs. He presses his hand flat on the front of your panties, curling his fingers up and over the elastic at the top. He pushes his palm down into your folds, but he leaves the silk be. For now.

“Your body is mine,” he whispers into the skin just above your panty line.

The others have reached the top of the bed at this point, and Chan releases his hold on you. You’re pulled further up the bed and your arms extended so they can handcuff you to the bed posts.

The blonde checks to see if you’re comfortable, the dark-haired one doesn’t care, and Chan is annoyed by them both. The three men meet again at the foot of the bed, hungrily staring down at you.

Chan instructs them to hold your legs while he takes off his boxers and jeans. His large, throbbing cock scares the hell of out of you, but truly in the best possible way.

He crawls onto the bed and kneels between your spread-out legs. His fingertips tease the skin on your inner thighs, then your stomach, then your chest. He positions his hands on either side of your head and hovers above you.

“Don’t let her go… even if she screams for help,” he commands his friends before leaning down to press his lips to your neck. He speaks again, but his next words are for you alone.

“At least you know what name to scream now.”

He parts your lips with his tongue and dips in to explore the familiar landscape of your mouth. You probably spent more time kissing than speaking at the bar, now that you think of it, and that certainly worked in his favor when it came time to convince you to leave with them. He knows exactly what he’s doing with those plump lips.

His mouth goes to your neck next, and he sucks and bites your skin with every intention of leaving marks. He does the same on your chest, then your breasts, then your stomach — quick, painful bites followed by wet suction.

Forgetting your hands are useless to you now, you lightly pull at the headboard. The chain links jingle as you fight against them, but it’s pointless. You can’t push him away or pull him closer. You can only lie there and watch.

He glances up at you with those lustful eyes and a twisted grin, like he loves watching you squirm. He lowers himself to your crotch and runs the silk of your underwear between his fingers.

“These are cute, huh boys?” he calls out, and the others agree. “I wonder how they’ll look in pieces.”

“No-” you start, but Chan interrupts.

“No? I’m sorry, did you say no?” he thunders. “Shut her mouth.”

The blonde releases his hold on your leg and walks to the head of the bed. He closes his big hand over your lips, pushing your head down into the pillow and smugly staring at you with dark eyes.

“Better,” Chan says. “Now, where was I?”

He grips the top of your panties with both hands and pulls… but nothing happens. You giggle into the palm over your mouth. But he pulls harder and glares up at you, holding your gaze as the silk rips almost all the way down the front.

“Not so funny now, eh?” he quips, and the others smirk.

He adjusts his hold on the material and pulls again, tearing it the rest of the way. Four fingers roughly cram into you and curl up and down rapidly.

Your one free leg pulls up toward your chest, and Chan catches it with his idle hand and lifts it over his shoulder. He reaches back for the other and pinches your thigh as he hoists that one up, too.

He pulls his soaked fingers out and slides them in his mouth to taste you. Staring into your eyes, he spits on his hand, rubs it on his cock, and forces himself inside your cunt.

As expected, he’s too big. Your walls stretch around him, barely able to endure his width, and he fills you to the brim length-wise with inches to spare. Regardless of the strain he certainly feels, he doesn’t give you time to adjust. He closes his strong arms over your legs, pressing your skin to his as he pounds his cock into you over and over. You’re afraid something will rip with every thrust.

Your chest rises and falls quickly, and the other two can’t look away from your bouncing breasts. The blonde bites the inside of his cheek as he flicks one nipple and calls his friend over to join. They’re twisting and tweaking the sensitive nubs and there’s nothing you can do. Except…

“Ow! You bitch!”

The blonde lifts his hand from your mouth and slaps you across your cheek.

“She fucking bit me!” he yells.

Chan doesn’t seem to care; he keeps driving in and out of you at the same unrelenting pace. But the other two have rage in their eyes.

“You wanna play rough? We can play rough, sweetheart,” the formerly quiet one says.

He lowers his head to your chest and bites down hard — almost cruelly — on the skin of your breast. He pulls back to examine his work and appears unsatisfied. He goes in for another, and this time, he draws blood.

“Fuck you! What the fuck!” you cry out.

“Dude…” the blonde whispers.

“What?! She doesn’t get to bite you and…” the dark-haired one argues.

“No, I mean… that’s so hot,” his friend clarifies.

It’s the blonde’s turn, and he goes straight for your nipple. He closes his teeth roughly, though not as hard as the bite before, and you whine in pain again.

“Pieces of shit!” you yell. “Get the fuck off of me!”

“Yeah, get off her,” Chan pants. “I have more work to do here if you’re making her scream before I do.”

He releases his hold on your legs and grabs your hips, inclining your lower body up and off the bed. His first thrust at this new angle makes you shudder, and he knows he’s got you now.

He sinks into you again, and you can’t hold back the loud, breathy moan that escapes your lips. Your wrists are starting to feel raw from the handcuffs, and your chest is sore and bruised from all three of them.

You’re in so much pain, but drowning in pleasure, too. The hot tears on your cheeks could be from either or neither or both. Who fucking knows.

“That’s it, baby,” Chan moans. “Cry for me, scream my name.”

“Fuck… Chan,” you whine, getting closer and closer to your climax.

A triumphant smile on his face, Chan nods at the others to return to their positions. They each take a nipple in their mouths, sucking more gently this time — though their gentle is still enough to slurp up a whole drink in one go.

Chan’s thrusts are growing weaker and weaker now, his power draining. He presses a thumb down into your clit hoping it will finish the job.

“Oh my FUCKING… fuck… Chan… CHAN… I… aahh-”

You’re coming on his cock with a force that makes his head spin, and he can’t help but finish deep inside you, too.

There are moans all around — two in ecstasy, two in disappointment. The onlookers detach their lips from your chest and sit on the sides of the bed while the two of you ride out your orgasms.

“Are you fucking serious, Chan?” the blonde asks incredulously and throws his hands up. “You said we were gonna all get a turn before she was spent.”

The dark-haired one keeps his mouth shut, opting to cross his arms over his chest and brood silently once again instead.

Chan pulls out and topples down next to you on the bed. He’s turned to face you, but your eyes are trained on the light fixture above the bed, watching the way the bulb flickers and sparkles. Or is that just in your head?

“Don’t worry boys,” Chan speaks up. “We have all night, and she’s tight as fuck.”

“Yeah, but now you two are gonna nap and we’re still hard,” the blonde whimpers. His face looks so cute when he pouts.

“Then take a nap with us, or suck each other off, whatever,” Chan lazily replies.

The two glance at each other with raised brows, and there’s some other undertone there too. But you’re too lightheaded to care.

Their voices blur together as the room darkens, but you can feel a firm thigh and thick arm lay across your body. Whether you’re being cuddled or trapped isn’t important right now, and you let yourself drift off.

[queen-dahlia]

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

🔞🔞🔞

👅🌮💦, iykyk

if only they made the story longer...

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation

I was walking with Gilbert through the streets of Obsidian,

I found a drink labeled "A magic spell that deepens love," which may or may not be true.

I had bought it in a small bottle as a joke,

I had no idea that it would later cause such a situation.

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Gilbert: "You look lascivious... This drug works so well."   //   "What a lewd face... This medicine works so well."

(I didn't know...)

(... I can't believe that... it was an aphrodisiac...)

On the bed, I repeatedly take deep breaths to calm my flushed body.

Gilbert seemed to know the contents of the vial from the beginning, sitting beside me and smiling refreshingly.

(I took it honestly because he told me to drink it, but if I had known, I would have wanted him to stop!)

There's no way a great villain has such conscientious consideration, and even if I glare at him, he'll dodge it with a smile.

Gilbert: "Hey, what do you want me to do now? You're in pain, and I want to help you."

(... You're having fun.)

Gilbert: "... Hehe, you look like you're trying to say something?"

Gilbert reaches out to me and gently unbuttons my dress.

I was wearing the clothes that Gilbert had tailored for me today, but they were easily pulled down to my waist.

Emma: "No, don't... please."

Gilbert: "Why?"

Emma: "Really... Now is not a good time."

(I can't believe that a light touch is all it takes to make me say "this.")

The hot tingling in the depths of my body causes even the slightest movement to cause me to let out a lusty sigh.

I backed away to keep as much distance as possible, but a cold hand held me by the shoulder.

Gilbert: "Do you want me to... touch you here?"

Emma:  "Aaah..."

Just a light kiss on my ear makes my body jump exaggeratedly.

Gilbert: "Or is it this way?"

This time, my neck is pecked, and my waist moves on its own.

(It's like it's not my body...)

(…… What is this "spell to deepen love"…)

I just want to cry because I am just being disgraceful in front of the person I love.

Still, there was no sign that Gilbert would stop,

A hand came down to lift up the hem of my dress and stroke the place where the heat was building up.

(一… Uhm.)

Just by doing so, something overflows from deep inside my body, and the heat spills out.

Tears welled up at the sensation of wetting his cold hand.

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I only touched you a little bit, but you made such a mess."

Emma: "That's why I said 'no'…"

Gilbert: "Yeah, embarrassing, huh?"

(I don't want it anymore...!)

(... I don't want Gilbert to see me in such an embarrassing way...)

I was not allowed to run away or hide, so I covered my face with my hands.

Gilbert: "Oh, are you crying?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Do you want me to stop?"

When I desperately nodded, Gilbert took a small breath.

Gilbert: "Then I'll stop."

(Huh...)

Gilbert quickly releases me and reaches for the book on the side table.

He opened the book as if nothing had happened, and then silence fell.

(… Good… but weird.)

(I wonder if it's my imagination that he looks somewhat grumpy...)   //   (Is it my imagination that he seems to be in a bad mood somehow...)

I hurriedly put my dress back on, but just the rubbing of my clothes makes my body tingle, and I make strange noises.

(And… For now, I'll just go back to my room. Then I'll just be quiet until the drug wears off.)

Emma: "… Good night, Gilbert."

I slipped out of bed as though I was running away and headed for the door of his room一

Emma: "Um..."

Gilbert: "Hm?"

Emma: "Why is there a lock on the inside of your room?"

Gilbert: "I wonder why."

(When did I get locked in!?)   //   (I've been trapped before I knew it!?)

I turned around and saw Gilbert closing the book and smiling at me.

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I'm sorry, Little Bunny. Did you mean to run away from me?"

Gilbert: "I was so hurt that you took a love potion and ran away from me. …It hurts."

Emma: ". . . . ." 

Gilbert: "The drug's gonna last a while, okay? But you can't even go back to your room."

Gilbert: "You'll be writhing in front of me all night. What's so embarrassing about that?"

Gilbert: "Hehe, you will feel so much better once you get comfortable."

(Yes... maybe.)

The vicious fever that is raging inside my body is not subsiding, but rather consuming me even more.

I can't even move around because I feel like I would stain the floor just by walking.

(I was so embarrassed, I didn't want to show Gilbert how I was acting, so I ran away...)

(Hurry… I want to be released.)

Emma: "Gilbert…"

Gilbert: "No, it's punishment."

Emma: "Punishment?"

Gilbert: "If you want to feel good, you have something to say to me, don't you?"   //   "If you want to feel better, do you have something to say to me?"

Emma: "… I-I'm sorry?"

I was going to apologize for trying to escape, but Gilbert shook his head.

Gilbert: "No, I don't want you to apologize."

Gilbert: "Do you think the words I want to hear from your mouth are such clichés?"

(Then what is it?)

Gilbert: "Little Bunny, with your body like that, why didn't you want to do it?"

Emma: "The person I am now... isn't something I'd like anyone to see..."

Emma: "… I didn't want to disappoint you."

Gilbert: "Heh, do you think I'm going to be appalled by you for that?"

Gilbert: "Hmm, you're an idiot."

(Oh, I see...)

(That's why Gilbert got so grumpy when I refused him.)

I shake my head and return to his bed, despite the stimulation of my clothes.

Emma: "… If you can be appalled by something like this, I wouldn't be here."   //   "… If something like this is going to make you stunned, then I wouldn’t be here."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

(Gilbert's love is not such a half-hearted thing.)

(No matter how disgraceful I am, there's no way the great villain will let me escape...)

This time I took off my dress and dropped it on the floor.

Emma: "Help me... please."

Gilbert: "Hmm, that's correct."

Gilbert, who has dismissed the book, taps the bed sheet.

I sat down on the spot and was pushed down by a light push on my shoulder.

Gilbert: "I'm sure that the little rabbit won't be satisfied with a half-hearted touch today, will you?"

Emma: "No, no... Even the slightest touch is enough to make my body go crazy一"

Gilbert: "I see. Then I'll have to be even gentler with you."

Saying "gently," Gilbert lifted my leg without mercy.

I had a bad premonition, and the next moment, I felt his breath in the center of the endless overflowing of heat.

(No way, that spot...!)

Gilbert: "You can make a lot of mess, okay? I'll help you."

Emma: "Wait一... Ahhh."

The bite on the tender spot makes my whole body bounce.   //   The bite on that ripe spot makes my whole body jump.

The stimulation was so strong that it blew away my words and thoughts, leaving me with nothing but pleasure and a sense of weariness.

While I breathe roughly and repeatedly, I am bitten and nipped again.

The never-ending torment seemed to drive me insane.

(You said… you’d be gentle!)

Emma: "I don't want to... I can't一"

Gilbert: "It's okay, Emma."

Wiping his lustrous, wet lips, Gilbert peers into my face and covers my mouth.

When he violated not only my lower abdomen but also my mouth, I could not stop crying from the excessive pleasure.

Gilbert: "You're pretty no matter what you look like, so don't hold back."

Gilbert: "... Otherwise, I'm going to have to punish you again."

(I'm scared, but...)

I reach out to him with an earnest gaze and hold his head in my arms.

I asked for a kiss that would make me crazy, and Gilbert responded.

(You really... make a face that says you love me一)

As we kiss deeply and repeatedly, his body moves forcibly on top of mine, and I let go of my reasoning.   //   As we kiss deeply and repeatedly, his body is forcefully laid on top of me, and I let go of my reasoning.

I was so disturbed that I don't want to think back on it, but Gilbert was still the same, full of love一 

[thesassypadawan]

It's Exciting (Master Qui-Gon x KnightReader)

Summary: It’s been more than a hot minute since you’ve seen a certain dilf jedi master and you’re in need of Qui bad. What started out as a sweet reunion, quickly turns into something more heated.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni). A little bit of the fluff and a bit of the smut.

You hadn’t seen him in months. Sent off on another crazy mission with his faithful padawan. He wasn’t allowed contact with anyone during his travels, not even the Council.

You tried your best not to worry about him, he was more than capable of taking care of himself. However, that didn’t mean you still missed and needed him terribly. Needless to say, when you caught wind of him returning today…you made sure to send a message via private commlink. “Come find me, Master Jinn. You know where to look.”

Now here you sat, tucked away in a very secluded corner of one of the temple’s many gardens. Hidden by lumbering trees and a cascading wall of flowering vines. This was your secret spot, the place where you two always met after a mission or when you wanted to be alone with one another. And alone you still were, even as twilight began to settle in the sky.

“Where is he?” You grumbled to yourself. You had been trying to pass the time, but were failing miserably. Your mind was too clouded with thoughts of him…of what you were going to do now that he had returned.

Breathing deeply, you tried to tamper down your unrestfulness. “Calm down, he will come,” you muttered reassuringly. “Relax.”

Just then, you felt a subtle shift in the force. A gentle wind swirled around you and the concealing curtain of foliage parted.

Standing before you, hands on his hips, was none other than…

“Now relaxing sounds like a good idea to me,” Qui-Gon playfully said.

A grin crossed your face and your eyes fluttered open. “Well, took you long enough.”

He smiled softly back and, with a slight wave of his hand, closed the opening behind him. “Sorry, the debriefing with the Council was lengthier that I had hoped.”

“I’m only joking,” you giggled. Giving your leg a quick pat, you added. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters. So why don’t you stay awhile and rest for a spell.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he chuckled. Needing no further encouragement, Qui sat down beside you and happily laid his head in your lap. He then let out a content sigh. “You have no idea of how much I missed this.”

Gazing down at him lovingly, you began to gently stroke his hair. “Oh, I don’t know,” you mused. “I think I might have a bit of a clue.”

Reveling in your touch, he practically purred. “Stars, you spoil me, little one.”

Biting your lip, you could feel the warmth rise up inside of you. It spread to your cheeks and other regions. That kriffing name got you every time and he knew it.

“It’s exciting to have me back, isn’t it?” Qui-Gon muttered seductively.

“Whatever do you mean?” You coyly asked, trying to act like you weren’t already soaking wet for him.

Tapping the side of his nose, he smirked up at you. “You can’t hide it. I know that heavenly scent all too well.”

Squirming from his words, the heat intensified. “Is that so?”

He pressed his face to your aching core and inhaled deeply. “Yes, sweeter than a milla flower…and all mine.”

You let out a small moan, as he gave your thigh a gentle nip. “Qui,” you whispered, fingers lacing through his locks. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Why? I only speak the truth.” Taking your other hand, he pressed a kiss to your palm and then placed it on top of the considerable bulge in his pants. “You are as much mine. As I am yours.”

Your eyes gleamed with a hungry glint. “Oh, my. Is this all for me?” You teased, giving his thick cock a firm squeeze.

Bucking his hips up into your touch, he lustfully growled. “All for you, dear one…to do whatever you please.”

Leaning down, you captured his lips into a passionate kiss. One that he deepened by placing a large hand on the back of your neck and sliding his tongue into your mouth. It was brief, yet it left you both breathless and craving more.

“What I please,” you panted, forehead pressed to his. “Is to show you how much I missed you. Over and over again…until neither of us can move.”

You could see it, something snapped deep inside of him. “Well then, let’s not wait a minute longer.”

The next thing you knew, Qui-Gon had you thrown over his shoulder and was racing through the garden.

“Qui, slow down!” You giggled, trying your best to hold on. “What if someone catches us?!”

“Then I’ll tell them I’m rushing you to an urgent meeting in my room!” He laughed back, giving your butt a good smack.

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Distances Mended (Part 6)

18+ hurt/comfort, blood drinking, oral (f!), face sitting, blood play/letting, doggy style, overall feral sex, admissions of love, tenderness

Astarion X F! Plus Sized Tav, Set After The Pale Elf

listening to: De Selby (Part 2) - Hozier, Without You, Without Them - boygenius

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"Please, I want to forget, just for a moment." He tangled his hands into her hips, buried his face in his forearm.

Heart pounding painfully she stared down at him. The blood dried in his clothes. The hand that had hours ago been white knuckled around the dagger. Sinking again and again into that vile chest, feral in fury. The gut wrenching wails from his throat as he sank to his knees.

The inn she had practically carried him to, renting a room that he was now bowed against her in.

She kneeled down to him, took his cheek so soft into her palm. Tried to catch his eyes in hers. "Astarion.."

He almost flinched, his face crumbling. Watery eyes meeting hers, pleading. "I cant take it. I need you, need to feel something. To feel you." He whispered, grabbing onto her again. "Please.."

Her eyebrows drew together in concern but she couldn't deny him. Not when he was like this. Not when she saw the agony in his eyes.

"Take what you need from me. I'm yours."

He kissed her desperately, hands cupping the back of her head, fingers tangled in hair. Tears dropped down onto the skin of her chest.

She poured all her tenderness into him. Fingers tracing his jaw. Legs wrapping secure around the small of his back. Hand warm on his chest. Spelled her love on his tongue.

Swift but shaking fingers undoing her blouse. Assisting him she pulled it over her head. "Come here to me," she said softly, pulling him to her neck. "Take your fill."

He sank into her, hands gripping her back. The slight sting bringing her up to the surface. Hands in his hair, softly stroking. He moaned into her, regaining some strength. His hand taking hers, leading it to his thigh. Urging.

Through the ache of her heart a heat was spreading.

Yes, she could help him lose himself. If just for a moment.

She ran her nails lightly over the fabric covering his thigh. Hand in his hair tugging gently. Felt him nod into her, keep going.

That heady haze fell over her. Lips finding that delicious place under his ear where his jaw began, suckling and nipping at it. He shuddered against her, tongue still lapping her up greedily. Hands reaching down to grip her ass.

Her hands wandered hot up his chest, down his back, on the outer side of his hips. Always obsessed with how he felt, like cool water. A river running into her.

She slid her knee between them, him lifting naturally as she pushed, straddling her thigh. He ground into her hip, sending a throb through her. She bit into his shoulder, much harder than she meant to.

He groaned roughly, something overcoming him. Rising off her neck he slid down onto his back, eyes burning, gripping her thighs and pulling her hard up to him. Now straddling over him, over his upturned face.

Oh Gods, yes. She reached to begin pulling off her thin leggings. His mouth came up to meet her and ripped into the fabric, his fangs tearing. She moaned deep in her throat, a ferocity in her tightening pelvis.

Hands gripping her hips he pulled her exposed core down to him. Mouth already ravaging and insistent. She buckled into him, head thrown back. Rhythmic little gasps moving her with the motion of his hungry mouth.

A madness was overtaking her, the pressure and pulsing of his velvet tongue making her shake. Trying to not clench her thighs around his sharp ears.

Made the mistake of looking down at him. His eyes were on her, dark, blown out. An inferno.

She leaned back, hand stabilizing herself on his stomach, giving him room. His mouth moved even further into her. Pulling her thighs again with a disgruntled groan, a demand, so she was almost flush to him. Growling into her quivering shape.

Her eyes screwed shut, the renewed pressure twice as strong, slurping and suckling. A high keening as she finally relented, her thighs coming together around him, hips grinding into his face.

He nodded fervently into her, hands urging her ass even closer.

She rode into him, wishing she had a headboard to grip onto. Her eyes searching for something, anything to ground her.

Caught a glint in arms reach and a mad idea for a madwoman overcame her. In one swift motion she grabbed the dagger and dragged it along the flesh of her pelvis. Right above the sweet torment of his mouth.

His eyes widened as the wound opened, dripping her blood directly down into the fold of his mouth. Watched his eyes roll back into his head.

The sting brought her small clarity, but the storm was about to hit. The fervent of his mouth hit a fever pitch. Blood pooling with the slick of her that now coated his jaw. Arms hooking around her thighs, immobilizing her. Fingers snaring down into her flesh.

She strangled out a cry, hand clenching into his hair. Stars threatening the corners of her eyes. Thighs shaking. Wanted to beg him to stop. Wanted to beg him to never ever stop.

He mercifully released her with a growl and slipped out from under her, coming up behind her. Quick as a shadow.

His hand caught her breast, her neck, pulling her up to his chest. She fell back against him gratefully, the back of her head resting in the curve of his shoulder.

His fingers ran all over her, the touch worship. As if she was a sculpture he was carving out of marble. Something holy.

She sighed into the curl of his hair. Reaching up to cup the nape of his neck.

His lips met her forearm, a nuzzling kiss there. Leaving the bloody smear of his lips.

Fingers met the blood trail on her hips, a deep shudder running through him. Echoing into her back.

He pushed down flat between her shoulder blades, urging her onto her belly, his other pulling her hips to his.

Heard the hitch in his breathing at the sight of her like this.

With a groan deep in his chest he gathered her blood in his pale fingers and smeared it messy up her slit. She gasped into her arm, the degeneracy of it. Gods below, her sanity was slipping.

His hands bracing against her ass he slowly entered her, hips gradually meeting her flesh. She bit into her arm, hips bucking at the devine torture of him finally buried inside her. Could feel herself clenching, a little whimper out of his perfect lips.

"I'm- I" she tried to warn, a shaking already starting in her core.

Took another handful of her blood and smeared it up her ass, breath heavy at the sight, rolling his hips into her. She was a mewling mess against the cool wood floor, the thrust of his hips hitching her back and forth. Felt like her knees were about to give out. Sensing this, he stabilized her hips with his arm, wrapping strong around her.

Turned her head to look at him. His eyes crazed, mouth dropped slightly open. Dark blood and creamy slick all over him, all over her backside. His eyes darted to hers, small pants leaving his lips. Oh Gods she couldn't take it.

"Yes, let go. Release to me." He urged, taking a handful of her hair. "I'll follow." Hand reaching around to rub hard circles into her clit.

Wave after viscous wave struck her. Thrashing her against the cool stone of his body. A garbled cry erupting from her very core. Her walls a vice grip around his length.

He groaned loud, fingers gripping painfully into the flesh of her hips. Stuttering, the might of her pull dragging him to his end. His smothered voice, his cry so sweet to her ears.

Exhausted they collapsed onto the floor. She pressed her fingers to above her navel, trying to slow herself.

Looked over at him, his gasping breaths, his limbs rubber. All smeared with her. He was the most beautiful sight.

Without thought she scooped him up in her arms, carrying him up to the bed.

He looked at her reverently, pulling her onto his chest. "You're such a strange and wonderful thing." He murmured into her hair, already fading. Barely audible, "My favorite."

She suddenly felt like crying. As he slipped blissfully to sleep she held him.

If the Gods wouldn't allow him relief from his torment she would hunt them down, one by one.

"And what have you been so diligently working on sweet girl?" He kissed the side of her neck sleepily.

Startled by his waking, she made to close the journal she had been so intently scribbling in. Fast pale fingers stopped the pages meeting completely, chuckling into the crook of her neck.

"You're the worst," She whispered, hearing the smile in her voice. Her fingers reaching back to pinch him lightly.

"Well.. I had meant to be farther along before I gave this to you. But I guess it's pretty close.." She let it fall open, handing the small book to him.

He stared down at the drawings, a series of portraits. Recognizing the clothes, the mannerisms.

"...Is this me?" He whispered, throat closing.

"I tried my best to capture your likeness, but you're a enigma it seem- Oh.."

Her fingers so gently traced under his eyes. "Oh, my star filled sky." Tone so soft, so filled with tenderness.

"I love you.." It left him before he realized what he was saying, surprising himself. Knew it to be deeply irrevocably true.

She bit her lip and smiled. Her eyes glistening. "Oh thank the Gods, you've caught up with me." Held his tear stained face in both hands, "Astarion, I have been in love with you for months. I have been waiting an eternity." She laughed, eyes so filled with joy.

He was speechless. His heart straining with so many emotions, crashing over eachother. The one that settled on top was a wonderful ache in his chest. It left him spinning, giddy.

Took her into his arms. "That was a very stupid thing for you to do. Fall for the likes of me." Heard her laugh in his ear.

"Maybe, but I wouldn't have it any other way. You're quite lovely, did you know that?"

Now he laughed, a sob catching in his throat. She kissed him over and over.

They laid back together, breaths slow between them, a fluid they both drank. Limbs tangled, rapturous in the most perfect silence. Intertwined. Rain tapping it's lullaby just for them against the warmth of the window.

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[hopefulidiocy]

Face Paint

Professor Lupin x brattyreader

Warnings: PURE SMUT!!! pure filth, no plot, just sex sex sex

CONTEXT: hermione, Fred and George, Ron and Harry and all the rest are all in their seventh year also, I changed it cuz I want them to be besties with y/n

Word count: 1k

Ages of the characters: Lupin is 28, OC is 19!! This is NOT a grooming story, this is two consenting adults.

❤️‍🔥I recommend listening to “Die For You” by The Weeknd❤️‍🔥

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Listening to Professor Lupin speak always turned you on, your seat slippery when you jumped down after class. You always gave him a twinkling wave, your small fingers moving and he always gave a stern nod back but you knew the second you turned your back he was going to shut the door using his wandless magic. He would muffle the room using his spells, grab your hand and pull you into his office, doing unspeakable things to you against his bookcase, his sofa, his squeaky chair, his bed and by no means was this love making because it wasn’t. That wasn’t your deal.

You wake up, groggy and sore from the way Lupin treated you last night. Your legs almost crumbling under your body as you step into the shower to watch and scrub and hopefully try to erase the marks from last night that Lupin gave you with his teeth and hot mouth. You shudder, remembering his tongue lapping over your neck, you moaned softly under your breath as his fingers buried themselves in your core, reaching higher and higher until you fell onto the floor almost in tears at the way his fingers curled and brought you to your end. His laughter filtered through the air from the past, he didn’t even fuck you properly. He just left you there, on the ground and walked off to his next lesson. You had to clean yourself up with weak knees and sweaty hair.

As the hot strokes of water runs through your long hair, you had the sudden thought to tease him all day today, flirt with boys and do things that would make him so angry and he couldn’t do anything about it. You dry your hair, stark naked and catching a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the glass and seeing the old scarring and yellowing bruises from Lupin’s sadistic actions.

“Hey! You almost done?” Hermione slams her hand on the door. You run to unlock the bathroom door, towel snatched around your body and you see your wild haired best friend looking at you angrily from her eyebrows. “You took ages. I smell like shit and need a shower! We only have half an hour before breakfast begins.” She barges past you and quickly undresses, not caring that you’re still in the room because you both have seen everything of each other. You dry yourself and walk into your dorm naked, not caring about who sees because at the end of the day you’re all girls. Your wardrobe sits, awaiting your choice of the day and you know exactly what you’re wearing.

You pull out a grey short skirt that hardly hides your ass and a tight white shirt that pulls over your curves, a loose tie hanging on your neck and your hair tied up in two braids. You look at yourself in the mirror, turning around to see your ass cheeks slightly peeking through under your skirt. You’re satisfied that this will send shivers down your secret fuck buddy’s spine. To make matters worse, you use a pink plumping lip gloss to make your big lips pop even further than usual which Lupin goes crazy for. Hermione comes out and wolf whistles.

“Woweeee, y/n! Who are you trying to impress?” She giggles, slapping your ass and dressing herself in her usual modest uniform with a grey cardigan cover. You opt out for any form of cover except your Gryffindor robes, which you plan to keep off you at all times in front of Lupin.

“Holy fuck.” George mutters as he sees you sensually walk down the steps from your dorm into the common room. “Look at the size of her tits.” He says to Fred, who is equally as stunned. Everyone in Gryffindor knows that you like to shine and promote your body but no one has ever seen you wear your uniform in such a slutty way. But they loved it. Fred had to pull his sweater down further to stop the boner from poking out. You swan past the boys, expecting them to follow you and Hermione is absolutely loving it. She links your arms together as you basically skip towards the Grand Hall where chatter and grumpy laughter float through from behind the doors. You’re the first to open the door in your group, and the doors creak open and everyone turns to look and dropping their jaws when they see you. But you ignore it. You ignore everyone as you look towards the teachers table. Lupin hasn’t noticed you yet, he’s too busy chatting with Snape and you’re fine with that because he’s going to have a shock when he sees you.

You swing your legs around the bench, next to George on one side and next to Fred on the other. Sensually, you reach over, bending over slightly to get a baguette. Fred sneaks a peek up your skirt and hitches at the sight of your lacy red thong that Lupin absolutely loves.

“So, Freddie.” You say, slathering your baguette in butter. “What’s your first class?” You already knew this but you had to take your chance that Lupin could hear your sweet voice flutter through the air to his wolfy ears.

“Um.” He cleared his throat at first, his eyes flicking over your body. “Herbology.” He wiped his hand over his nose and diverted his eyes towards Harry in front of him, diving into an awkward conversation. Your eyes reach up towards the teachers table, Lupin is looking at you and burning a hole through your body as his hand tightly grips onto his fork; you send him an innocent smile and his eyes narrow, not giving you a smile back. His face a look of thunder and desire all in one. You look away, flicking your braids over your shoulders and tentatively nibbling on the end of your bread, your lips bulging over the end of it and Lupin practically rushes to his feet causing Snape to look up at him with a grimace.

“Professor!” Harry exclaimed as he walks past, Lupin turns dramatically, his eyes landing firstly on you and then on Harry, his eyes softening.

“Harry. How are you?” You roam over his body and see a bulge under his robes, you smile and look at him innocently and you see he’s fighting not to look back as he has a boring conversation with Harry. You flick your braid and turn to George.

“George have you cut your hair?” You reach out and pull a strand around your index finger, sending a shiver down his spine. A burning sensation scorches you, you know Lupin is looking and George is simply unaware, just thankful he’s getting attention from the girl beside him.

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At the end of the day, you began to walk to your final class with Professor Lupin, your hips swinging wildly as he snarls at you when you walk in.

“Afternoon, Professor.” You say sweetly, like butter wouldn’t melt. He doesn’t say anything, he simply ignores you and begins his class. You sit there, acting dumb and chewing on the end of your pen, your lips plumping around it as you stare at your books and then look up; your eyes wide as you feign confusion. You raise your pretty hand.

“Professor Lupin?” You say his name as innocently as possibly. His expression darkens as his head slowly swivels to you, you beckon him over with one index finger and he hesitantly walks towards you his face confused. Hermione doesn’t look up from her studies as Lupin leans on your desk. “I don’t understand, sir.” You knew that word would drive him crazy, especially when he can’t do anything in a classroom full of students.

“What don’t you understand?” His voice sounds normal to everyone else but to you, you knew there was a dark undertone to it.

“Wait… actually never mind, Professor. I can ask Draco to help me.” You send him a sweet smile and he growls so quietly you swear it didn’t happen, he hasn’t left the desk and you look up to see his expression angry. He purses his lips and taps the desk, leaving you alone in your seat. You continue to suck on the end of your pen, looking at him naively as the rest of the class study silently. He gives a head shake, patting his thighs and instantly your core is shaken and you know he’s telling you that’s where you’re going to be tonight. You try to hide a smile and look down, your thong suddenly damp.

“Okay, class! Time is over. Please have your essays on my desk by next Mondays lesson.” He announces. You begin to pack up your books into your bag, screeching the chair as you back up against it. Hermione turns to you.

“What’s the plan for tonight then?” She questions, the two of you walking towards the door.

“Miss L/N! Please can I have a word?” Lupin calls, Hermione makes a gesture that she will wait but you tell her to go ahead without you. As you turn back into the room, the door slam shook the room - Lupin looks at you from behind his desk, his face hard and cruel. You feign innocence and place your hands on your hips, dipping your knee and cocking your head.

“Yes, Professor Lupin?” You smile. He starts laughing manically and shaking his head. He doesn’t say a word, all he does is slam his desk which instantly beckons you over. You’re on the opposite side of his desk, you lean on your hands, pressing your breasts together and smiling. “Did I do something wrong?” He launches forward and wraps his hand around your neck, pulling you to his face, his breath warm and fuzzy as it travels around you.

“You know exactly what you did, Y/N.” He says through his teeth. “Come here.” He demands, pushing back his chair and waiting for you to take your place on his lap. You sway your hips as you set both legs on either side of his, your arms on his shoulders. He sends a shockingly hard slap to your back side and you squeal.

“I want you to do that again.” Your voice is suddenly soft, your confidence dying away under his hot gaze. He chuckles and wipes his chin with his hand.

“You don’t get to demand what you want. Not after today.” Suddenly, he flips you so that you’re lying on his lap, ass up. “Wearing this slutty short skirt and talking to boys, as if I wouldn’t mind it, stupid girl.” His gentle fingers run down your ass and to the rim of your skirt, he roughly pulls it up and it bunches around your waist and he lets out a whistle at the sight of your red panties that hug your ass perfectly. His palms roam around until landing a stinging slap on it. “Wearing these tiny panties for me, huh?” He laughs darkly, sending another slam on it and you squeal out, your fingers gripping the edge of his desk. He reaches down and plants a loving kiss on your ass before yanking them down to your knees. Suddenly, the cold air of the room hit your bare ass and you shiver under the heat of Lupin and the freezing cold air that journeys around the room. He slaps it again and then two fingers trace the curve of your ass, then reaches your core and you’re instantly embarrassed about how wet you are. He gives you a condescending coo as his finger tips send a stripe down your slit. “Already so wet for me and I haven’t done anything to you yet.”

Your core begins to ache as his fingers teasingly rub your clit and then removing them. He was not going to go easy on you and you swear you became wetter at the mere thought of being a mess after this session. You forget all about making him pay for last night. In one swift movement, he picks you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he speed runs into his office and slams your back against the shut door. His lips travel over your neck and your collarbone, sucking at the soft skin to leave a mark to claim you and make people know that you’re claimed by someone. It turns him on to know that boys stay away from you because of the claimants on your neck and collarbone. His large hands rip at your shirt, completely ruining it. The buttons fly off and drop on the floor as your red bra is revealed; he pulls back, his gaze alone is enough to make you melt to the floor.

“Why did you stop?” You pant, feeling his gaze over you like a hawk catching its prey.

“You think you deserve anything after the stunt you pulled today?” He folds his arms and you know he wants you to drop to your knees and beg for his cock. His eyes quickly fall to the floor and back up to your face. You lower yourself on the floor, your knees resting on the soft carpet and you look up from under your eyelashes and his breathing hitches.

“I want your cock in my mouth, sir. My mouth needs to be filled with all of you. Please, I’ll do anything.” His lips tug into a smile as he slowly unclasps his belt, his slacks falling in a bundle at his ankles. Your hands reach out to palm the large bulge in his boxers. Every time you are surprised at his length, and worried that you might not be able to fit it all in but every time you find a way to bury him inside of you like you need it to survive.

“You’re so fucking needy, aren’t you?” He grabs your chin and forces your head up. “I want you to look at me whilst I fill your mouth. Understood?” You nod wordlessly but that earns a harder grip on your chin. “Words, princess.”

“Understood.” His cock jumps out at you and you want to look at it but you can’t because the grip on your chin hardens, forcing you to continue the eye contact.

“Open.” He commands and you do, instantly. You stick out your tongue and widen your mouth as his tip slaps on your tongue and a moan escapes your throat. “You’re going to take it.” His cock slowly inserts itself into your mouth and you lap your tongue over it, closing your eyes to embrace the taste until a light slap on your cheek to open your eyes and you do. You watch as he begins to buck his hips, his cock sliding down your throat, he bites his lip and looks up to the ceiling, a groan escaping. Your core is definitely dripping by now and you reach your hands to touch yourself, your clit engorged with desire as you gag on his cock. It hits the back of your throat, drool spilling down your chin and Lupin basks in the glory of making you a mess before he’s even started with you.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He questions, his hips bucking faster and you feel pre cum coating your tongue. That taste is something that you’ll never want to be without. You want that taste forever in your mouth. Only his. His cock starts twitching as his moans quicken and become breathy as he starts to sloppily move his hips until he pulls out and long, white ropes of his cum cover your face. Your tongue sticking out just to catch a little bit of it. He wipes your eyes with his thumbs and helps you onto your feet, he doesn’t want to clean your face up, he likes the mess he just made. He likes to see your make up all fucked up because of him. His hand reaches up and grabs a handful of hair, pulling it down nice and hard as his free hand quickly circles your clit. He pinches, rubs and strokes all at a quick pace, his face buried in your neck. His teeth making its claim in three large bruises that lie happily on your skin.

“L-Lupin… I-I-“ you’re cut off when two of his fingers are shoved into your heat, curling them upwards enough to make your hips thrust forward and a loud moan bounces off the walls, your head resting on his shoulder as his fingers play around inside your core almost reaching so far up you swear they’re touching your belly button.

“What was that, princess?” He coos in your ear, his fingers faster and faster and you feel a bubble in the pit of your stomach, the bubble is growing and you feel the pressure of it bursting. Your legs begin to quiver, if it wasn’t for Lupin’s body pressing you against the door you would currently be on the floor quivering and moaning in a mess. Your stomach boils over and you shout out curses and blasphemies slip out, bouncing off the walls of his office. His fingers retreat and suddenly you’re empty, aching for more of him, your eyesight slightly blurred from his cum seeping into your skin. His eyes are hazy and dark as he sucks on his own fingers, setting you off again and practically begging to be filled.

“What do you want?” He squeezes your neck hard, you moan and try to speak but you can’t. “My baby can’t speak? That’s a shame.” His hand moves behind your head, burying his hand in your hair and he tugs it hard, pulling you to his office desk. Your cheek pressed flat against the cold, smooth wood, his hands groping your hips as you rise them up automatically. His fingers bruise into your waist as his cock lines up with your deep core, a greedy groan soars from your throat as he firmly inserts himself inside of you. The feeling of his dick sends you into another world, your eyes closed and stars come into view as he hits the right spot every time, grunts coming from his mouth. Dirty words fall out of him as he slams into you, your hip done crashing against the edge of the desk but that doesn’t matter because the sensations that electrify your body overtakes any pain.

“Take it all.” He grunts, slapping your ass as he bucks his hips faster. His arm coming over your hand, yanking you back so your back is now against his chest - his dick somehow hitting deeper than before and your knees begin to knock together. “Dirty girl.” His hand snakes around to your neck, gripping it as hard as he can as he rams into you from behind. The noises of sex echo around his office and lewd moans shamelessly escape your lips as his tip knocks against your belly button. You lose all composure as your legs tremble, harder than before, your moans turn into screams as you slam your fists onto the desk. Your undoing shocks you, letting it all out over his cock and he laughs darkly in your ear.

“Fuck!” You shout, but he isn’t finished with you yet and it becomes harder and harder to keep your legs on the firmly on the ground. You don’t verbalise it to him, but he knows. In one swift move, he pulls out of you and instantly you’re aching for his dick to fit itself back into you, his arms wrap around your thighs as he swings you up, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and his dick back where it belongs. You wrap your arms around his neck as he slams into you, his eyes dark and full of lust before he plants a soft kiss on your lips; a stark contrast to what he’s currently doing to you. His eyes start rolling back and you know what’s going to happen. “Cum for me, Remus.” You whisper and he shudders, his movements getting more sloppy as he unwinds inside of you - both of you groaning from the depths of your stomach as you hold onto each other for dear life. You’re still airborne as his dick slips out of you, he’s holding you tightly to his lean body, his hands roaming your bare ass almost as if he’s rubbing his marks off your sore skin.

“Wow, darling.” He sighs, burying his face in your neck, kissing it softly. You can’t speak yet so you let him set you down on the edge of his desk, his cum streaks dried on your face, he leaves into the back room and comes back with a wipe and softly cleans you up. When he cleans your thighs, you quiver and he rumbles a laugh before planting a soft kiss on your clit, you whimper still too stimulated. He throws away the wipe, picking you up and tucking you in his bed. He settles beside you, opening his arms as you shuffle towards his bare chest, he presses his lips against your temple. “My girl.” He says softly before the two of you fall into a deep slumber.

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C279 of The Husky and his White Cat Shizun

(I'm pretty sure I posted this before?? Did Tumblr eat my post or is my memory failing me??)

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In a hidden valley.

It was late at night, and fresh snow drifted down outside the hut.

These few days, Mo Ran’s wounds kept deteriorating. Even though Chu Wan Ning used the Flower Soul Sacrifice spell to heal him, there was little effect.

In the afternoon, he groggily woke once, but his consciousness was vague. His eyes barely open, he saw Chu Wan Ning and cried, he apologized, then begged him not to leave, his words were jumbled and nonsensical, and at the end he simply wept, unable to speak.

He kept dreaming, constantly travelling through those years of unease.

One moment, he thought he had just been picked up by Xue Zhengyong, the other, he thought he were during those five years he had lost Chu Wan Ning.

The only thing he couldn’t dream of, were those memories that the Eight-Suffering-Hatred Flower had stolen from him. He couldn’t dream of all his sacrifices, of all his efforts at protection, of all his innocence.

“Mo Ran……” Carrying a bowl of freshly cooked congee, Chu Wan Ning came to his bedside.

The congee was just barely edible, and was made with the culinary skill of his past life.

He sat by the bed, raised a hand, and stroked Mo Ran’s forehead.

It was extremely hot with fever.

He called him, but couldn’t awaken him no matter what. So Chu Wan Ning waited, waited until the congee slowly grew cool, then cold, he felt that this would not do and warmed the congee in a water bath.

He didn’t know when Mo Ran would wake, but if he did, he would immediately have something to eat.

“I made it with chicken stock, your favourite,” Chu Wan Ning spoke to him softly. The spells keeping Mo Ran’s heart beating had never stopped, but Mo Ran could not wake up.

If he could not wake up, that meant that the moment the spells stopped, perhaps he would never wake up.

It was impossible to save him.

But he couldn’t bear to give up, how could he bear to give up?

Mo Ran was still alive, he still drew breath no matter how weakly. These days, as Chu Wan Ning kept a constant vigil at his side, seeing that his chest still rose and fell, he felt that there was still hope, that there was still turning back.

It was still in time.

Chu Wan Ning even remembered, one night, Mo Ran groggily woke. At that time, there was no lamplight in the hut. Mo Ran stared dazedly at the lamp, his dried lips slightly moving.

He was very agitated and grabbed Mo Ran’s hand hurriedly, asking, “What are you trying to say?”

“...... Light……”

“What?”

“...... Light….. I want light……” Mo Ran gazed at the lamp that he was fated never to be able to light, and a tear fell, rolling down his face, “I want light…”

In that moment, it was like time had reversed.

It was as if they had gone back to that year, when Mo Ran had just come under his tutelage. Mo Ran fell ill, the skinny youth curled up on the bed dazedly.

When Chu Wan Ning visited him, he was sobbing quietly and calling for his mom.

Unsure of how to soothe him, Chu Wan Ning sat beside the youth’s bed, raised his hand hesitatingly, and stroked the youth’s forehead.

That skinny child began to cry, and said, “It’s dark…… It’s all dark…… Mom…… I want to go home……”

In the end, it was Chu Wan Ning who lit the lamp, the flickering fire casting light on the four walls, and on Chu Wan Ning’s face. As though he felt the warmth of the light, the feverish child opened a pair of black, damp eyes.

“Shizun……”

Chu Wan Ning made a sound of reply, and helped cover him with the blanket. His voice was low and sounded very gentle, “Mo Ran, the light is lit… Don’t be afraid.”

After so many years, a lone, small lamp was once again lit up, the warm yellow light spreading in the hut, driving away the endless darkness and chill. 

Chu Wan Ning caressed his bangs, and called him hoarsely, “Mo Ran, the light is lit.”

He wanted to continue, don’t be afraid.

But his throat choked on a sob, and he couldn’t say it. Chu Wan Ning managed to hold his tears back, but he finally placed his forehead against Mo Ran’s, and begged in low, fragmented sobs, “...... The light is lit, wake up, please?”

“Answer me, please…...”

The lamp kept burning, the flame going from clear and bright, until the oil was exhausted.

Afterwards, the sky lit up, white light flooding in from the windows, but Mo Ran still did not open his eyes. Those times when that deeply sleeping youth could be awoken with a single lamp, were over.

There was no turning back.

Another three nights passed.

These days Chu Wan Ning kept vigil by his bedside everyday, caring for him, accompanying him, giving him spiritual energy, and also telling him about those things which he had slowly forgotten.

This evening, the snow had stopped and the sun was red outside their window, the remaining sunlight scattering over the land. A pair of squirrels bounded on a snow-laden branch as they passed, and a flurry of glittering white flew, then fell.

This light fell on the man lying on the bed, the evening light adding some color to his sickly white complexion. Under his thin eyelids, his eyes moved slightly-- Then, he gradually opened his eyes.

After several days of heavy illness, Mo Ran finally woke.

He opened his eyes, his gaze dazed and empty, until he saw Chu Wan Ning sprawled on the side of his bed in shallow, exhausted slumber.

Mo Ran whispered hoarsely, in a daze, “Shizun……”

He lay under the sheets, his consciousness slowly coming back to himself, slowly, he vaguely remembered while he was drifting in and out of sleep, those things Chu Wan Ning repeatedly told him about.

That cup of wine on Mid-Autumn’s, the crabapple handkerchief..…. And that year in the Red Lotus Pavilion, the Eight-Suffering-Hatred flower that he had chosen to take in his place.

Was it a dream?

Was it only that he yearned for salvation too much, that’s why he dreamt that Chu Wan Ning had told him those stories; was it only that he longed to turn back too much, that’s why he dreamt that Chu Wan Ning was willing to forgive him, was willing to give him forgiveness.

He slanted his face and reached out one hand, wanting to touch that man sleeping deeply by his pillow. But his fingertips had yet to touch him, before they retracted.

He was afraid that once he touched him, the dream would shatter.

He was still in the Tianyin Pavilion, he was still kneeling on the Stage of Guilt, below him were the masses of observers. He was kneeling alone in front of thousands, those people in the end turning to a sea of blurred faces in his eyes, turning into those vengeful souls that had died under his hand, laughing and screaming for his life.

Nobody wanted him, nobody saved him.

It was all his shamelessness, it was all his wild ambition, it was him going crazy, it was him hallucinating that Chu Wan Ning had come--- It was him, in the violent torture of having his heart dug out, he had hallucinated the last fire in the world.

It was all false.

There was never anyone who broke his chains, there was never anyone who embraced him, there was never anyone who rode the wind to him, there was never anyone who brought him home.

His eyelashes trembled, tears formed in his eyes. He stared at Chu Wan Ning’s sleeping face, he didn’t dare to blink, until his eyes finally blurred, until his tears finally fell.

Chu Wan Ning’s reflection shattered into a thousand million shining splinters, and he looked upon his good dream again.

The dream, was still there.

Mo Ran lay weakly on the bed, his eyelashes wet, his throat contracting, tears falling endlessly from the corners of his eyes…… His heart hurt greatly, the blood was oozing outwards without stopping. Afraid that he would wake Chu Wan Ning who had fallen asleep for a moment, he bit his lip as he wept soundlessly.

He had woken, but he knew his own body. He knew that this was only temporary, that it was just a final burst of life.

It was also the last mercy the heavens had given him.

He, Mo Wei Yu, had lived in anxiety for most of his life, had lived in insanity for a lifetime. His hands covered in blood, unable to escape from his reputation, only at the last was he finally convicted. Hence he felt very dazed, even a little uneasy.

He didn’t know whether this was fortune or misfortune.

It was misfortunate, that he had lived both his lives in absurdity.

It was fortunate, that the remainder of his days, could finally be spent in peace.

But how many days did he have left? One day? Two?

This was a peace he had exchanged for with his life.

--- Peaceful days, which he had never had before.

Eventually he heard Chu Wan Ning stir, and he hurriedly wiped his tears away, not wanting to let Shizun see that he was crying.

Mo Ran turned his head, watching the lashes of the person beside his bed quiver, watching those narrow eyes ease open, watching himself be reflected in those eyes.

Outside, the sky turned dark.

He heard Chu Wan Ning lightly call him in a slightly hoarse voice, “Mo…… Ran?”

That sound was low and gentle and slow, like a spring bud breaking through the soil, like the thawing of a frozen river, like tendrils of warm steam rising from a heated jar of wine, warming one’s heart. It was a heavenly music that he would never forget in this life. So Mo Ran was silent for a while, then he smiled.

“Shizun, I’ve woken.”

The night was clear, the life ahead was long.

That night, in the hidden valley, Mo Ran finally experienced the most carefree, most gentle time of both his lifetimes. He woke, and he could see the overjoyed surprise and sorrow in Chu Wan Ning’s eyes. He woke, lying on the bed, he let Chu Wan Ning do whatever he wanted, say whatever he wanted, he let Chu Wan Ning tell him about this and that incident and misunderstanding.

To him, it was not important.

He just wanted to hold on a little longer, just a little longer.

“Let me see your wound again.”

“Nah.” Mo Ran smiled as he held Chu Wan Ning’s hand, carrying it to his lips for a light kiss. “I’m fine now.”

After rejecting a few times, Chu Wan Ning gazed at him, then seemed to suddenly understand something, his face going pale little by little.

Mo Ran forced himself to stay at ease as he gently repeated, “I’m really fine now.”

Chu Wan Ning didn’t reply, after a while, he stood up and walked over to the stove. The firewood in it was gradually burning out, he turned his back to Mo Ran as he slowly agitated the wood.

The fire rose and the hut became warm again, but Chu Wan Ning didn’t turn his head back, using the poker to continue stirring the wood which no longer needed stirring.

“Congee……”

At last, his voice was hoarse as he said.

“I kept the congee warm for you, waiting for you to eat it after waking up.”

Mo Ran was silent for a moment before he lowered his eyelids and laughed. “...... I haven’t had Wan Ning’s congee in a long time, after you left in my last life, I’ve never had it again.”

“I didn’t make it well.” Chu Wan Ning said, “I’m still not good at it, probably…… It’s only barely palatable……” His voice trembled a little at the end, as though he could no longer continue talking.

He paused for a long while before slowly saying, “I’ll fill a bowl for you.”

Mo Ran replied, “...... Okay.”

It was very warm in the hut, as the night deepened, snow began drifting down.

Mo Ran carried his bowl of congee, carefully eating it. Every few mouthfuls, he would look at Chu Wan Ning, then lower his head to continue eating, then look back up at Chu Wan Ning.

Chu Wan Ning asked, “What’s wrong? Do you feel discomfort anywhere?”

“No,” Mo Ran replied quietly, “I just want to look at you more.”

“......” Chu Wan Ning didn’t say a word, and used his silver dagger to carve the fish roasting over the stove. The river fish was meltingly tender, but there were still spines in it, he removed all the spines and separated the snow-white fish meat meticulously.

In the past when he ate, Mo Ran always took care of him.

Now, the reverse was also true.

He handed the cut fish to Mo Ran, “Eat it while it’s hot.”

Mo Ran obediently ate it.

When this man was lying on the bed covered by the blanket, he did not seem so tall. The orange firelight illuminated his face, it was very youthful.

At this time, Chu Wan Ning suddenly realized. Truthfully, whether it was Taxian-jun, or Grandmaster Mo, they were both younger than himself by an entire decade.

Yet, they had endured so much hardship.

Mo Ran finished his congee, but picked up the plumpest piece of fish meat and was about to hand it to Chu Wan Ning, but stopped. “Shizun, what’s wrong?”

Chu Wan Ning lowered his head, the rim of his eyes slightly red. He steadied his emotions before unemotionally saying, “It’s nothing, it’s just a little cold.”

Afraid that if he sat here he would be less and less able to control himself, he got up. “I’m going to patrol the surroundings, after you finish eating, hurry and go rest. When your wounds are better, I will bring you back to the Peak of Life and Death.”

They both knew that this apparent recovery was nothing more than a temporary burst of life, that there weren’t many days left.

Yet, they spoke of tomorrow, of the future. As though they wanted to cram the next few decades into this one night, as though they wanted to spend all their future days in this one snowy night.

After Chu Wan Ning left, Mo Ran sat in front of the stove for a while before loosening his clothes and lowering his head to look at the ugly wound.

He sat there blankly for a while, emptily.

The snow outside fell more and more heavily, Mo Ran didn’t know when he would suddenly deteriorate, nor when his life would come to its end. He sprawled beside the bed and watched the snow drifting outside, the whistle of the wind in his ears, and suddenly felt like his life was like this harried wind, everything in his past flowing away.

Actually no matter whether it was his past life, or this life, there were always such intelligent people scheming and calculating.

Whether it was Shizun, or Shimei, one of them wanted to protect him, the other wanted to harm him, but they all had their own calculations. Even though through some twist in fate they may not have succeeded, but they all had their long-term schemes.

Mo Ran wasn’t like them, he was the sort of canine that was extremely stupid, and didn’t have any such roundabout thoughts. He didn’t know how to plan each step, or how to play a beautiful game of chess. He only knew how to steadfastly protect the one he loves, no matter whether he were grievously wounded to the bone, he would still obstinately stand in front of that person, and never leave.

Said in a nice way, this sort of person is brave.

Said in a bad way, this sort of person, is stupid.

This extremely stupid person lay by the window, his lashes quivering, and suddenly saw a familiar figure standing under a distant plum tree.

Chu Wan Ning didn’t go to patrol, this was only his excuse.

The snow was too heavy and he was standing too far away for Mo Ran to clearly see any emotion on his face, only his blurred silhouette. He stood under the blanket of falling snow, unmoving.

What was he thinking about?

Was he cold?

He……

“Shizun.”

Chu Wan Ning was in a daze when he turned his head back and saw, in the dark night, in the snow, that black-clothed youth wrapped in the blanket. He had, without him realizing, come up behind him.

Chu Wan Ning startled and immediately said, “Why are you out here? What did you come here for? Hurry up and---”

He hadn’t managed to say, “go back”, when a warmth enveloped him. 

Mo Ran raised the blanket over them, darkness and warmth descended, and he enveloped Chu Wan Ning into the blanket.

The two of them stood under the old plum tree, standing inside that thick, disused blanket which smelled a little musty no matter how long it was sunned. No matter how heavy the snow was, or how the wind howled, it had nothing to do with them.

Mo Ran embraced him inside this warmth and pitch darkness. “Don’t think about it anymore, even though I don’t remember any of those things Shizun told me about, but……”

He paused, and kissed Chu Wan Ning’s forehead, then continued in a small voice, “But if I had to go back and go through it again, I would still have done the same.”

“......”

“Besides,” he felt for and caught Chu Wan Ning’s frozen hands in his own, “Shizun doesn’t have to feel bad. Actually, I feel that what Shimei said was correct, the Eight-Suffering-Hatred Flower merely amplified and realized those unspeakable thoughts and desires in my heart.”

Their fingers entwined.

Mo Ran touched his forehead to his. “I originally had a lot of hatred in my heart, it’s just that I didn’t vent them when I was young. Massacring the Rufeng Sect…… I did think of it. Conquering the world, I also thought of it. It’s pretty funny, when I was five or six and hiding inside a broken room, I did fantasize about one day being all-powerful. These are all my own desires, nobody forced them on me.”

He stroked Chu Wan Ning’s face. “So, if the one who had been parasitized at the time had been Shizun, perhaps you wouldn’t have become an evil tyrant like me. And you wouldn’t have been used, or tried by the Tianyin Pavilion.” He laughed, a nasal tone to it, and nuzzled his forehead against his comfortingly. “I didn’t substitute you, so don’t think about it anymore, come back to the house and sleep.”

The bed was very narrow, Mo Ran cradled him in his arms.

The moment that had to come would always come closer and closer, there was no escaping.

Mo Ran’s consciousness began to become blurred and scattered again, the twisting pain in his heart was greater than it had ever been before. This final burst of life would not last too long, when Mom died it was like this as well, he knew that he didn’t have much time left.

He lowered his thick lashes, the stove’s fire at this time had already dimmed. That hazy yellow light illuminated his youthful, handsome face, and made it seem extraordinarily gentle.

This stupid man, probably seeing the pain in Chu Wan Ning’s gaze, endured his own pain and asked with a smile, “Does it look good?”

Chu Wan Ning paused for a moment, as expected. “What?”

“The scar.” Mo Ran said, “A man should have a few scars, it’s more manly.”

Chu Wan Ning fell silent for a while, raised his hand, and slapped him neither lightly nor heavily. The slap was so light, it seemed more like a caress.

After a moment, he seemed to finally no longer be able to bear it, and buried himself in Mo Ran’s warm embrace. He didn’t make a sound, but his shoulders were trembling.

He knew.

Chu Wan Ning knew.

Mo Ran startled for a moment, embraced him, kissed his temple and hair.

“It’s so ugly, huh.” After going through crisis, he was far gentler than before, he lightly sighed. “It’s so ugly it made Wan Ning cry?”

If he had said Shizun, that would have still been alright.

With this ‘Wan Ning’, two lives crossed.

Chu Wan Ning hugged this man’s hot and alive body under the blanket--- He had always despised and been ashamed of expressing any of the strong emotions in his heart, but at this moment, he felt that all his tension and shame were so ridiculous, so absurd.

So in this close embrace, on this narrow bed, in this empty hut, on this long, snowy night.

Chu Wan Ning said softly, “How could it be ugly? Whether you have a scar, or whether you don’t, you’re still good-looking.”

Mo Ran startled.

He had never before heard Chu Wan Ning confess so directly.

Not even that day, when he confessed while riding on the flying sword.

There was only a little firelight left in the hut, it was very quiet, and very gentle.

A belated tranquility and gentleness. 

[This is a play on Wan Ning’s name; Wan = late, Ning = tranquil]

“Whether it’s in the past life, or in this life, I like you, I am willing to be with you, even in the future.”

Mo Ran listened to him speak, sentence by sentence, he couldn’t see Chu Wan Ning’s face properly, but he could imagine Chu Wan Ning’s appearance right now.

Probably, his eyes were red, even his ear tips were red.

“In the past, I knew you were parasitized but I couldn’t show it, I could only hate you…… I can finally repay it to you.” Chu Wan Ning’s face were hot, the corners of his eyes damp, “I like you, I’m willing to marry you, I’m willing to split my soul for you, I’m willing to submit to you.”

When he heard “willing to submit to you”, Mo Ran’s heart seemed to be set aflame, his whole body trembled.

He was touched, and sorrowful, pained, and yet tender.

His voice was practically quivering, “Shizun…...”

Chu Wan Ning lifted his hand and stopped him. “Listen to me finish.”

But after waiting a long while, Chu Wan Ning was after all not good at saying sweet words. He thought of a lot, but none of them seemed appropriate, none of them seemed enough.

For a moment, Chu Wan Ning really wanted to say, “I’m sorry, I let you bear too much hardship.”

He also wanted to say, “In our past lives until I left, I couldn’t honestly tell you the truth, I mistook you.”

He also wanted to say, “That year in the Red Lotus Pavilion, thank you for being willing to protect me.”

He even wanted to throw away all his pride at this moment, he wanted to cry to Mo Ran, he wanted to hold this body which had yet to lose its warmth, and say, “Please don’t go, please don’t leave.”

But his throat constricted, his heart was filled with pain.

At last, Chu Wan Ning lowered his head and kissed Mo Ran’s wound. His lashes shivered, as he said.

“Mo Ran, no matter what happened in the past, or what will happen in the future, I will always be with you.”

Embarrassment permeated his entire body.

But his words were grave.

“For my whole life I will be Taxian-jun’s, as well as Grandmaster Mo’s.”

It was too hot.

Mo Ran only felt that this flame in his arms lit up again, in his eyes fireworks bloomed, all pain and sorrow seemed to fade away at this moment.

“Both lifetimes, belong to you.”

“No regret.”

Mo Ran slowly closed his wet eyes.

At the last, he kissed Chu Wan Ning’s lips, and sighed. “...... Shizun…… Thank you.”

The snow outside fell heavier and heavier, the night turned darker and darker.

They cradled each other in their arms, thinking, so, this is the remainder of life.

Mo Ran knew that his shirt was soaked with tears, but he didn’t say anything. He had wished from young that the remainder of his life would be filled with happiness, at this time, they should at least be happy.

He held Chu Wan Ning and said, “Sleep, Wan Ning. Sleep, I’ll hold you. You’re afraid of the cold, I’ll warm you.”

“When I’m well, we’ll go back to the Peak of Life and Death together, I want to seek forgiveness from my uncle and aunt, I want to squabble with Xue Meng again…… We still have many things to do……”

He stroked Chu Wan Ning’s hair, his voice was soft.

The copper-sweet taste of blood filled his mouth, and his breathing became more and more difficult.

But he was still smiling, his expression at this time was very tranquil. “Shizun, I will carry your umbrella for you for my whole life.”

In his arms, Chu Wan Ning wept soundlessly.

“Xia-shidi……” He teased him again, he obviously could barely speak anymore, but he still teased him, “Shi-ge...... will tell you a story…… I’ll tell you a story every night, from now on…… Don’t be disdainful that Shi-ge is clumsy with words and can only, tell the story of a cow eating grass……”

At the very, very last, Mo Ran lifted his eyelids, and looked at the thick snow piled on the window sill.

The land was covered in pure white.

“Wan Ning.” He embraced him, his heartbeat echoing in Chu Wan Ning’s ear, his voice quiet, “I will always love you.”

He slowly closed his eyes, his dimples were shallow.

His heartbeat slowed little by little, becoming more and more erratic.

Suddenly, a tree branch outside the window snapped from the weight of snow piled on it, making an abrupt disturbance. The snow and tree branch fell to the ground together with a loud noise.

After this disturbance, Chu Wan Ning, could no longer hear that heartbeat in his ear.

He waited for a bit, he waited for a moment, he waited for a while, he waited for a long time.

No more sound came.

No more sound…… There was nothing……

That was a terrifying silence that chilled one to the bone.

It was a terrifying silence that made one despair for his whole life.

Final.

Still.

Silence.

The room was filled with a deathly silence, so quiet it was frightening.

After very, very long, Chu Wan Ning still didn’t move. He still lay in Mo Ran’s embrace, still lay on the bed, he didn’t even get up or lift his head, nor did he speak.

His little disciple, his Mo-Shixiong, his Taxian-jun wanted him to sleep.

He said he would carry his umbrella for him for his whole life, tell him stories for his whole life, love him for the remainder of his life.

Mo Ran said, it’s cold outside, it’s snowing heavily.

I’ll warm you.

Chu Wan Ning curled in his arms, curled against that chest which had yet to lose its warmth, and stayed unmoving.

They had to set out on their journey home tomorrow.

He had to rest properly with Mo Ran.

Chu Wan Ning reached out his arm, and wrapped it around Mo Ran’s waist.

In the black night, he said, “Fine, I’ll listen to you and sleep. …… But, tomorrow, once I call you, you have to remember to wake up.”

He pressed against that chest which no longer rose and fell, his tears soaking and warming Mo Ran’s clothes.

“You’re not allowed to sleep in.”

Good night, Mo Ran.

This night is very long, but I’ll be with you, wishing you a good dream, with fire, with light.

And home.

[soulflatter]

@mountainofdegeneracy // That Ask posted here as it got a bit long.

Even Futo can see what Miko's been into lately. And it doesn't take long for her to realize that she doesn't quite have it. However, that doesn't mean she can't do something about that... it only takes a little bit of talking with Chengshu in order to make things right. And to make sure Miko doesn't get a chance to leave, Futo's going to ambush her before she even wakes up, giving Miko a morning surprise with a pair of tits that absolutely does not fit the small hermit.

"Crown Prince, have ye finally awoken? I was beginning to think ye would miss this special gift I've prepared for you today..." Futo's already been spending several minutes stroking Miko's cock between an unexpectedly massive chest. The only question is, will Miko let her finish before making a move herself?

Miko's still soundly asleep to start, she feels something but doesn't immediately wake up. It's not till Futo's own desires stir her awake, and with it what goes from a nice large cock turns even bigger. Now Futo can see what Chengshu meant by 'I made a mistake', such a thing on Miko with Lust's techniques would spell doom for anyone who came across her.

That anyone was Futo, whom to Miko's surprise, was incredibly different today. "Futo... what did you.."

No she knew what happened, how it was so like her to try this, to keep Miko from causing chaos with her Lust lowered inhibitions and increased charm.

Both her hands go to Futo's large breasts, guiding her backwards, so Miko could get atop, squishing those overly large boobs around her now titanic cock and simply using them. Fucking her breasts without regardless as Futo tried her best to help. Soon finding Miko's tip against her lips and into her mouth.

For several minutes Futo would understand how dangerous Miko was right now, so large, her precum like an aphrodisiac, Futo's body reacting to it. The question of, could she even get pregnant seemed like it was about to be answered today.

Though any worries wouldn't exist her mouth as Miko continued, swelling up with energy before popping her tip out, a steady stream of hot sticky cum coated Futo's face, before slowly being dragged down her body. Her large breasts squished together, cum pumping into her cleavage like it was a hole as well, leaving a sticky mess there before sliding further back.

Legs spread, Miko without too many words started to push it back up, inside Futo's pussy this time. Sliding up her short body, the bulge of her stomach already pushing out so far, even as Miko shoved more in. She wouldn't stop until she had her balls pressed against the underside of Futo's thighs.

Such a massive cock inside her, her fat breasts squished around a cock shaped bulge that managed to push its way between her breasts. And now Miko wrapping her arms around Futo to squeeze all of her like some toy.

Without any delay Miko started to pound her wrapped up Futo, feeling all the pleasures of her perfect tight body, her breasts squishing against her, and the total invasion of Futo's womb. The soft whimpers of a devote Futo trying to calm her prince were met with kisses amongst their cum covered face.

A kiss that'd continue as Futo's body betrayed her and started to give entirely into that cock, to infinite pleasure as her body readied itself for impregnation.

Rough slaps, her balls bouncing off Futo's now red ass, easily twenty minutes had passed without any change, just endless pleasure. Then.. it came. All at once a torrent inside the busty trapped girl, not a chance to escape. Only the endless spurting from her cock, where Futo's body could swell with cum it did, but with Miko's tight hold it simply poured in and peaked out. Wet slaps for each impregnating thrust.

Only ending when Miko pulled back, arcing her back to pop her cock out before pushing it in again. This time up Futo's tight rear hole, the same ordeal about to happen again. The bulge growing, pushing all the way up to her breasts, before Miko simply went at it.

Trapped still, hugged like a toy, Futo would next experience the same torrent flooding her body. Cum going the only way it could, up. Yet Miko's desire to kiss would only mean Futo's throat would flood with seed going through her before leaking out of their joined lips.

This process, switching holes again. It would continue.

All day.

Only breaking for a cumdrunk Futo to stroke Miko's cock, showering herself in more seed before being laid back down again, cum gasping pleas for a break... Ignored. She was going to break Futo today, and probably herself a bit...

[honey-ca]

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

Warnings: at the end, a little bit too hot???? Remus Lupin adult

I couldn't believe it.

—Why didn't you warn me!— I shouted in a desperate tone.

—It was for your own good, do you really think that if I had told you he was coming to teach you would have just come?—McGonagall defended.

Remus Lupin had been accepted this year as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

—t/n, you need to turn the page and calm down, you don't need to have any interaction. Focus on your students and classes—.McGonagall said.

I had been a teacher at Hogwarts for 6 years, teaching Advanced Spells from 5th year upwards.

—Although, if I had my say, I think you should talk to him. I looked sadly at McGonagall.

Lupin and I had been sweethearts in our younger years at Hogwarts, even after we left we were living together for a while. But when Voldemort killed our friends that night and Sirius was sent to Azkaban, we had a really bad fight causing him to leave home. We hadn't seen each other until then, if it's true that every once in a while I got a letter from him asking "how I was" or "if we could see each other".But I never replied.

—Minerva, this is more complicated than it seems—I scrunched up my face with my hands—.I can't look him in the eye. And on top of that, he arrives just when Sirius has escaped from Azkaban.

I sighed heavily and sat down on McGonagall's bed. —It seems that the universe is Minerva stood next to me and stroked my back.

—My dear, what you need is to clear everything up. He kept sending you letters, he will still be interested in fixing everything—.Minerva placed her hands next to mine.

—Go to sleep, you're tired—she comforted me —, go and sleep on it, as the Muggles say.

I let out a small nasal smile and listened to him. I got out of bed, said one more goodnight and left her bedroom.I lazily shuffled my feet towards my bedroom, my gaze was fixed on the floor, so I stopped walking when I saw a shoe's in front of me. I looked up, and found the last person I wanted to meet.

Remus Lupin was standing in front of me with that typical smile of his. I took the time to look at him, he looked a little older, he had cut his hair short and his moustache was a little longer. He also had those scars of his that gave him that touch to his personality.

—Good night, t/n.

—Good night Lupin.

He was having a short circuit right now.

—If I may, I'd like to go to my bedroom.

When I took a step to his left to try to go around him he did the same, blocking my way.

—t/n, I want to talk to you.

—Lupin, I'm really sleepy, I'm not in the mood for small talk right now—. I sighed tiredly.

—You don't understand, I need —he pleaded.

—Lupin, I...— I looked at him. I didn't know exactly what to do, he was looking at me with those eyes I liked so much and I couldn't concentrate.

—I can't wait any longer, I've already waited 13 years.

—Lupin…—tears were threatening to come out.

—Stop calling me that, you didn't call me that. In pain I looked him straight in the eyes.

—Rem... I really can't right now.I saw how he was starting to get nervous, and it hurt me that I was the cause.

He was shaking his right leg as if his life depended on it, but what finished me off, was that he still had the same tick he had 13 years ago, he was stroking his mustache thoughtfully. Remus sighed.

—All right— he said with a chuckle—.But, tomorrow at 7:30 p.m. in the courtyard of the Great Clock, I'll invite you to dinner at the Three Broomsticks and we'll talk about it.

Remus walked past me, ending the conversation. My lower lip began to tremble, from enduring so much in that small but tiring conversation.

So before I started crying in the middle of the teachers' hallway, I quickly made my way to my dormitory. So I could cry quietly in the dark, alone. Just as I had done that very night 13 years ago.

(...)

—So what are you going to do—McGonagall asked me.

I was in the teachers' lounge organizing my next classes. Today was dinner with Lupin.

—I don't know, Minerva.

—You should go, you have another chance. You shouldn't waste it,— McGonagall encouraged me.

I didn't look up from the parchment, but Minerva was right. I was being given a second chance and I was wasting it. But the mere thought of the two of us alone talking about our problems made my guts churn.

—All right— I sighed wearily.

I gathered up my scrolls and books and left the Teacher's Lounge, going to my room to put everything away. When I was there I noticed by the clock that it was already 18:13, so I quickly changed my clothes and put on some makeup. But looking in the mirror as I put on the lip gloss that I always put on because I knew it was her favorite.

I realized that I really cared about getting back together with Remus, because I was really getting "pretty" as soon as I could have gone with the first thing I would have picked up. When I saw 18:25 on the clock, I knew it was a good time to go downstairs and face him.

(...)

There he was, sitting at the Four Eagles fountain reading a book. It seemed like old times, and I was hiding in the doorway of the big clock as if I was again a teenager in love spying on her beloved. I had the courage to come out and approach him.

—Hello... —I said in a whisper.

Remus looked up and smiled at me, then closed his book and put it in his robe. I didn't realize until he stood up that he had grown a few more centimeters than the last time, if he had taken a head from me before, now he could perfectly take half of another one from me. Just as his features had become much more defined, he looked much more mature than the last time I saw him.

—You look beautiful— he said shamelessly.

I looked down in embarrassment, yes it was true that Remus, when we were alone used to be more flirtatious. But I hadn't had "male contact" for 13 years, so I hadn't been used to it for a long time. Because deep down I knew that I was still Remus.

—Shall we go?— he asked me.He raised his arm for me to grab, I wanted so badly to grab him, but hesitantly hugged his arm.The ride to Hogsmeade was relatively uneventful, as I noticed Remus kept glancing sideways at me. But I'm not going to lie, I was watching him too.

Once, inside the three brooms, we sat down at a table that was in the back in a corner. He had really taken this whole clearing things up thing to heart. Remus ordered two butterbeers and some snacks.

—How about today?— he asked—,I heard you were the first one to get detention.

—Yes, Anthony Rowel, he wouldn't let me teach, and every time I said something he tried to refute it, so I punished him— I explained.

—You still have the same little patience…— he said nostalgically.

The owner of the place brought us our order, and as soon as I touched the butterbeer, I took a sip with the intention that the alcohol would help me in this situation. But I soon stopped drinking when I realized that the beer has ginger in it.

And this did not go unnoticed by Rem.

—You still like ginger beer, don't you— he asked in a concerned tone.

Thirteen years. 13 years had passed and he still remembered how I liked beer. I felt super bad about myself, he was trying so hard to get back together and I was refusing. And the worst thing is that I don't know why I refuse, maybe it's the fear of losing him again.

—Rem... I tried to apologize.

—Forgive me.Forgive me? He had just apologized.

—I'm sorry for everything. I really felt like a fool the moment I left the house like a coward, but—he pulled his hair back and took a deep breath—,but I was so embarrassed that I just walked the streets. I went back to my parents' old house and stayed there. I'm so sorry for abandoning you, especially at a hard time.

Remus stopped for a moment, probably to clear his head.

—Perdón por tardar tanto en enviarte la carta, al no tener noticias tuyas supe que lo nuestro había terminado, así que me dediqué a cumplir las misiones de Dumbledore. Y honestamente no te culpo, nunca hice eso, lo que hice fue algo monstruoso para un monstruo como yo. Hiciste bien en mantenerte alejado de mí. Pero... verte ahí parada, después de tantos años, no pude evitarlo, sabía que necesitaba al menos aclarar las cosas, y si tenía suerte volver a estar juntos. Pero entenderé que todavía me odias y que nuestra relación es sólo una cuestión de trabajo debido a q-

—Remus—lo interrumpí—, no te odio, nunca lo he hecho y probablemente nunca lo haré.

Agarré su mano que estaba sobre la mesa, estaba un poco pálida y sudorosa, por el discurso anterior, pero no me importó lo más mínimo.

—Claro que fuiste un imbécil, pero, lo único que me dolió fue que nunca llegaste a casa, abriste la puerta y me diste un abrazo. Me dolió que me acabas de enviar una carta, por eso no te respondí, no estaba lista.

Me detuve por un momento, preguntándome si debería decir esto... pero en el momento en que encontré tus ojos, supe que tenía que hacerlo.

—Aún te amo.

Las pupilas de Remus se dilataron ante la reciente confesión. Y se puede ver cómo las comisuras de sus labios se levantan con delicadeza.

—Nunca hubo nadie detrás de ti y no supe por qué pero logré entender. Mi corazón nunca fue para nadie más que para ti.

Remus (con los ojos llorosos) se levantó y se paró a mi lado en el banco, levantó su pálida mano y la pasó por mi mejilla para secar esas lágrimas que había derramado. Luego colocó un mechón de cabello detrás de mi oreja para tomar suavemente mi mandíbula y levantarla ligeramente.

—May I?—he asked.

Though he surely knew my answer. I nodded. Remus sealed his lips with mine, after so long I could feel them again. With each touch we forgot the sadness of the past and focused on the present.

The kiss was warm, and comical, for I had forgotten how his mustache made me tingle. I felt that my chest was going to burst with emotion, to feel again those lips that I had longed for so many nights. I was so excited that I hugged his neck with my arms and caressed his hair, sealing him closer to me, I didn't want this moment to end. In a moment of excitement, I gave way to his tongue.

The two danced as if they had found their dance partner again, albeit with some confusing steps due to the passage of inexperienced time. When we began to feel short of breath we broke apart and looked directly at each other. We were both red in the face and our breathing was ragged. Remus grabbed my neck and pulled me to him, bringing our foreheads together. I could feel his erratic breathing.

—Te amo y no pienso dejarte otra vez. No quiero volver a ser un idiota.

[honeii-puff]

05. the icarus to your certainty (oh my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)| WHUMPTOBER 2024

Sunburn| Heat Stroke - Max Mayfield 

Title from Sunlight by Hozier

Word Count: 0.7k

Max looked out at the shore from where she sat, drying off from the water. She could see El throwing water at Will and Dustin with her mind, from where she was sitting by the sand castle that she had built with Steve.

The fire at Starcourt was a month ago, and they were closing out the summer with a trip to the Lover’s Lake beach before El and the Byers had to move to California.

Max wasn’t sure she could enjoy it, though. The beach reminded her of Billy.

Or, more accurately, reminded her of his absence.

“Max? You alright?” She looked to her side and saw Lucas walking up to her, towel in hand.

She nodded. “Yep.”

“You sur- Jesus, you’re red.”

“Thanks for the reminder.”

“I’m serious! I think you’re sunburned.” He tapped her arm, and a small sting spread through her arm. She glanced down, and her entire arm was pink.

Max groaned. “I just applied sunscreen.” She turned to try and look at her back and saw the sunburn on her arms was spread out across her back as well.

“I think Ms. Byers packed aloe for sunburns. I could grab it for you.” He offered, and she shook her head.

“I’ll go grab it.” She got up from where she sat on the towel, almost falling over. Lucas grabbed her by the forearms to steady her so she wouldn’t fall over. Black spots danced in her vision, followed by a pounding pain in the back of her head.

“Max? Max!” Lucas’ voice sounded distant, too far away for how close he was to her. “Ms. Byers!” 

She heard footsteps and more voices approaching, but her thoughts were swarming too much for her to be able to place them.

“Max! Max, can you hear me?” She was finally able to place the voice as Steve as her vision cleared slowly. She was sitting back down on her towel, and Steve, Joyce, and Lucas were in front of her.

Joyce handed Max a water bottle, and she gratefully took it, unscrewing the cap and gulping it down, the cold water cooling down her throat.

“You alright hon?” She asked her, and Max nodded slightly, still drinking the water before pouring the rest of it on her head. The water dripped down her face and shoulders, cooling off her burning skin like a prayer.

“I think you have heat exhaustion, Max. You should sit in the car with the AC on.” Joyce pressed the back of her hand against her forehead. “You’re burning up.”

She shook her head. “I’ll be fine. I just need to- need to sit.”

“Yeah, nice try Mayfield. C’mon, let’s get you to the car.” Steve pulled her up by one arm and kept her steady as they started to walk to the path that led off the beach and through the woods to where they parked the cars.

Max felt both hot and cold as they walked along the path. Steve kept an arm wrapped around her shoulders as they walked in case she had another dizzy spell and fell over.

“I get it, okay?” Steve’s voice broke the silence, and she glanced at him. “I don’t like others taking care of me either.” he blew a piece of hair out of his face. “I think it’s because we’ve gotten used to taking care of ourselves for too long. I mean, my parents are a pair of hellraisers whenever I do see them, and from what I can tell, yours aren’t the best of the bunch either.”

“It’s just my mom. Neil is filing for divorce, but he hardly counted as a father. She.. She has a lot going on.”

Steve ruffled her hair. “And that’s why we’re here. We’ve gotta look out for each other, yeah?” The two of them reached Steve’s BMW, and he unlocked the door before turning it on, the AC blasting.

Max slid into the front seat, and saw that Steve wasn’t leaving the car. “What are you doing?”

“Sticking with you.” He grinned, and she laughed at him.

——————————————————————

Max heard the beeping of the heart monitor next to her cot in the hospital, which was first her sign of being awake.

The second was her inability to see.

It was only a memory.

She felt tears prick her eyes. It was stupid, really. Of hoping that she could have moments like that again, while she was blind and wheelchair-bound until she got her leg muscles strong enough to hold her own weight.

But for now she would cry, without knowing if anyone was there or what time it was.

Without the knowledge if there would be another time she’d laugh like that.