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everythingmp3 · 18 days ago

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stealing time with her

adult!Van x fem!reader

living with your girlfriend means that sometimes you cannot bring yourself to leave her side, even when you should - one morning her attempt at getting you to leave for class fails miserably the second you work your charm on her, so you start your day the way you’d usually end a night

authors note: I really enjoyed writing the last fic that was heavier on the smut than usual while still being romantic, so this is a similar one! it’s a pretty even mix of erotic and sweet, around 9k, hope you enjoy <3!

warnings: smut (reader receiving)

you and Van had fallen in love during the early months of the year. neither of you had expected much when you met up for your first date on one of the grayest, coldest days in January, and yet, you ended that night flushed and glowing as if it was the height of summer.

there´s love at first sight, but for you two it had been need at first touch, your body like melting butter when she hugged you hello during your initial date, as if she´d been sent to put you at ease and burn you up at the same time, no couple in that restaurant seeming like a better fit than you two, even though you were still strangers.

everything after that fever dream of a first night together unfolded so easily and naturally that neither of you could believe it at times, every following date turning out longer than the one before, you spending entire weekends at her place very shortly after you first slept over, hiding from the remaining harsh winter days under her roof, in her arms, under her covers, until you were so accustomed to the comfort of each other´s presence that she asked you to move in with her.

you picked spring break as the ideal time and those first few weeks of fully living with her were a honeymoon period for you both - you loved the freedom of spending all day with her, reading on the couch as she worked downstairs, bothering her every now and then, spending some time out and about on your own until you picked her up to go out for dinner and drinks.

Van had enjoyed every little aspect of moving you in, so even just the sight of your shampoo and conditioner bottles in her shower was enough to make her feel giddy whenever she stood under the hot water.

once your classes started again in late spring, it was an adjustment, since it meant that you would have to leave the comfort of her bed much earlier than you what you were used to by that point. you particularly dreaded the two days each week where you had to go to 9am classes, because you knew she didn´t have to get up as early as you and that you´d get more lazy morning intimacy if your classes just started later. it was a luxurious problem to have, but still, you hated those mornings where your alarm interrupted your precious time of dozing on her chest.

that morning, it was no different.

you were laying there at 8:30 am, clad in your underwear, legs dangling off the edge of the bed as you looked up at the ceiling, unwilling to continue your getting-ready process, to leave the apartment, to put more than one wall of distance between you and your love.

the night before had been a rough one for you. the entire day had left you feeling horrible, a mix of general stress about impending deadlines and projects, being overworked, and having one too many interactions that felt dismissive and brash that made you feel fragile and at risk of unravelling once you came back home to her, which made Van´s protective nature take over as soon as she held you and let you cry to her.

she´d soothed you all the way through it until your eyes were puffy and bloodshot, brought you water and tissues, kissed the remaining tears away, took you to the bathroom to give your worn out body a bath. she´d joined you in the tub to massage your tension away, which worked wonders, relaxed you to a degree that made it possible to laugh again as you snuggled to her, so dazed by the hot steam and tenderness that you fell asleep within minutes, mumbling to her how good she was to you.

Van stayed awake for a while longer to watch over you, to trace patterns on your back as you let out little sighs of contentment, kissing the top of your before she drifted off as well.

with all that fresh on your mind the next morning, it was only natural that you hated the idea of leaving her so soon again, after waking up feeling so refreshed and at peace with an urgent sense of affection for her.

your spirit was stubbornly telling you to stay close to her, since even just two hours of being separated seeming like torture to you in that state. something about her way of tending to you and lulling you to sleep also had its own sexiness, in the moment you hadn´t been turned on by it, but the memory of her calming deep voice in the middle of your breakdown came back to you right then and left you feeling hot and bothered, wishing she was there next to you, and as if she´d been called over by your thoughts, you heard a knock on the door.

Van had grown suspicious of how long you were taking in there, so she stood in the threshold and smiled to herself when she saw what was going on. “uh, I think you forgot some steps there while getting dressed, sweetie” she said, “I mean, unless youre trying to find new ways to up your grade”.

“ugh” you let you a long-suffering sigh and closed your eyes for a second. “what´s wrong hm?” Van cooed, not actually concerned, amused by your theatrics, endeared by the petulant energy. “I just really don´t wanna go right now” you admitted. “well, as much as I am enjoying this view” she told you, gesturing at your bare limbs, “you´re gonna be late, baby, come on. it´s just til noon, you can do it, I believe in you”.

she was clearly teasing you with the over-the-top motivational tone, so propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at her in a vaguely defiant manner, which melted away the moment you registered how hot she looked: she was dressed in a tight black long sleeve shirt, her hair was freshly washed from the night before so it looked silky and smooth, her cheeks were still rosy from the cold water she´d splashed on it, her jeans hugged her legs just right, and to top it all of she was cocking her head with that smug grin of hers that always got under your skin, clearly enjoying the sudden attention, one hand in her back pocket, holding eye-contact, waiting for you to speak.

you evaded the topic at hand and beckoned her closer instead, waving her over, telling her “come here” in a tone that sounded more stern that you intended, which did not leave her cold, but she shook her head, trying to resist you, almost gripping the door frame to keep herself from obeying.

“no, uh-uh, I know what you´re doing, give me those eyes again later when we have the time”. you knew she was easy to persuade, even when she put up a tough front, so you softened your demeanor and said “please. just a two minutes, pleaseee, I just wanna give you some love before I got, that´s all.” you were lying, clearly, so you batted your eyelashes, crossed your legs in a girlish manner and hoped for the best as she let out a scoff of disbelief before you saw it: the change in her eyes. the familiar look of hunger replacing her neutral expression, a few more seconds before she gave up and stepped closer, uttering “you´re fucking relentless”.

as soon as Van was close enough to the bed, you grabbed her wrist and pulled her down, a gasp of surprise from her as you rolled her onto her side and got half on top of her, your underwear too thin to keep a sharp throb from hitting your core as her thigh got wedged between your legs. you were growing needy beyond belief but you held back and didn´t devour her immediately, giving her a soft lingering kiss at first, drawing it out until you smiled down at her and said “hey”, since you were getting the first close look at her face that day. you stared into her eyes as she mocked you a bit by raising her pitch as she echoed it right back to you, almost embarrassed by how easily she always folded for you, even just from one kiss, one look, one word.

before she could say anything else or stop you from going further, you leaned down to kiss her cheek a few times, savoring the softness, once, twice, three times, kissing her face all over until she squeezed your sides and said “time´s running out, you´ll have to hurry to make it”.

her hands wandered down to your lower back, which was the exact wrong move if she actually wanted you to listen: a rush of desire spread through you, your body suddenly aching to feel her all over, to yield to her, to have her palms bless every inch of you with their devoted touch.

“I wanna stay so bad..” you mused as you wrapped a strand of her hair around your finger and held her gaze, watched her grow even more helpless against your charm. “I´ve only skipped this class once up until now, so I don´t see the issue really” you sighed, which made her raise her eyebrows up at you “really? that´s the best argument you could come up with?”. she kept caressing your back, which only riled you up more, so you stopped the coy act and became more shameless with it “well it doesn´t have to be a good one” you leaned in and dropped your voice to a whisper then, your hands on either side of her face, tilting her head to the side a bit, your breath tickling her ear “because I know you won´t push me to leave”.

you were done with restraint then, you wanted your girl and you wanted her bad, so you groped her chest, caused a groan, toyed with the hem of her shirt, made a shiver run through her, ran your thumb along her jawline, her voice strained from your seduction as she tried to seem offended “oh you know, do you now?”, no point in fighting it, her walls already torn down, yet again.

“yeah…” you uttered as you were hit by a wave of her freshly applied perfume: musk. citrus. cedar wood. lactonic notes. a sensual siren call that made you kiss her neck without warning, feverishly, her weak spot, so she warned “woah easy there” but you kept going, pinned her arms down by her side, no escape as your lips trailed all over her pulse-point, below her jaw, sucked on the sensitive spots eagerly enough to leave her pale skin shades of pink and red, her whole upper body flushing as her broken up laughs turned into sighs into moans, your helpless lover squirming in your grasp as your hips instinctively jerked up against her thigh, the sight of you on top of her like that resembling a like a feeding vampire as Van surrendered to her fate and swallowed some of her more pathetic sounds.

the second you pulled away, Van took the chance to gain the upper hand and pushed you onto your back, grabbed your face and kissed your deeply, with tongue, slow, nasty, the kind of kiss that instantly made your eyes flutter shut as you mirrored her movements and held onto her neck, sucked on her bottom lip, got sloppy with it, both of you lost in each other then, going in for more and more, making out until you had to come up for air, your labored breaths filling the otherwise silent room.

Van used her position to her advantage and moved her hand down between your legs, trying to tease you, but no teasing was needed because you were already soaked, which she felt the moment her fingers slid down the front of your panties. “oh…” she groaned, pausing for a second from the shock of how little it always took for you to be ready for more, her fingertips sliding over your cunt as you whimpered “yeah.. woke up needing you..” staring up at her with half-lidded eyes as she rubbed all over your outside area, only parted you a little, to keep you in that state of desperation as she breathed against your open mouth “hmm, I can tell”. “touched myself before you came in, but it didn´t help, only made me want you more, I need you so bad baby please.. help me”.

the last two words did her in for good, the way you sounded, so helpless and fragile, uttering that plea, she´d have denied you no wish in that moment. Van always loved feeling like she was alleviating you from an ache during sex, like it was a form of relief, she adored it whenever you went slack and pliant and let her take care of your needs, she could never get enough of pleasing you whenever you were horribly horny, to a degree that seemed to hurt you, that only she could tend to, and you gladly played it out against her whenever you wanted her to give in, fully, even when her mind was telling her “you´re helping her skip class, make her leave”. there was no way she´d have let you go after that moment.

“okay, okay you win, you fucking win, lay back for me, god” she ordered as she got up. you grinned as you watched her and felt your cheeks burn when she lifted her hand to lick your mess off, as if it was ice cream, not even thinking twice.

Van tore her shirt off and tossed it to the side, already too hot to keep it on, revealing a thin white tank that left nothing to the imagination, her tits fully visible through it, her hair even prettier now that it was a bit wild and disheveled, her jeans quickly discarded too, which gave you a perfect view of her midriff where her boxers had slid down a bit, your mouth aching with the need to taste that sliver of skin again, but it was her turn to get her fill.

it was one of the first things that had driven you crazy when you´d first gone to bed with her, the fact this woman who´d seemed like a shy teenager when you touched her hand over the dinner table, could switch up in an instant when it was her turn to please you, her physicality almost animal-like whenever she got ready to have you, no different in that moment as she pushed you up on the bed to have enough space to take her place, to kneel between your legs, where she belonged.

Van was deeply flushed as she lifted your right leg and started kissing it all the way up, from your ankle, to your calve, up to the side of your knee, wet, heartfelt kisses, worshipful the way she held onto you and covered every inch of your inner thigh in love-bites, blissed out, nearly sick with the need to eat you up, every last bit of you.

you parted your legs even wider to give her all the access she craved, which made her move up to bury her face in your ruined underwear, to soak up the feeling, the scent and know “this is my doing”, a brief second of her being perverse and leaving her nose pressed against the center of you, before she pulled the panties down and saw you lose your bra on your own account, eager to be exposed to her, fully.

seeing you entirely nude was something that never failed to mesmerize her, she took a moment to look up and drink in the sight of you laying there all vulnerable and beautiful, she reached up and placed her hands over your tits, squeezed just enough to hear a moan while she uttered “my angel…”, reverent, deeply serious about it, eyes full of gentle wonder.

she kissed your stomach while moving her hands down to your sides, holding you, humming as her lips ghosted all the way down from the space between your breasts to your abdomen, humming in pleasure as you watched her and scratched her back through the fabric of her top, pushed her hair back for her, out of her face and over her shoulders, a point of obsession to you, the flashes of that color you always got while you were having sex, like strawberries on fire. you let out a “hmm” of appreciation with each press of her lips against your skin and laid back once she reached the spot where you needed her, bracing yourself for it, a sharp breath in once she licked over you, just a taste, then another, gripping your thighs firmly as she worked you up from the outside, before she couldn´t hold back anymore and pushed her tongue between your folds, starving, an instant shudder through your whole body from the way she slowly moved her tongue all the way up and down, your head falling back, your eyes shut, a whined “yes…” pushing her to go harder.

even when she didn´t initiate, Van always seemed like she´d been dying to taste you, never once did you have to question whether she was into it, quite the opposite, sometimes having to tap out when she went at it for so long that you couldn´t handle it without a break.

right then, you would´ve let her push you past any limit, the intense throbbing sensation both punishing and heavenly as her tongue deepened it, Van doing her very best to push it further and further until it would break you apart and give way to the release you were begging her for.

you pressed her head down against yourself, keeping your hands on her and rocking your hips up to meet her mouth as she licked up your juices and spread them all over your cunt with slow intense strokes, messy and self-indulgent, letting you swell and swell with blood until you were a whimpering mess and she finally pushed her tongue deeper inside, a thick warm arousal spreading from your core to your stomach to your chest, rapid waves of it, a sound from you with each move. you shamelessly grinded yourself up against her tongue, looked down to watch how her mouth was attached to you, how pretty she looked getting used like that, your cunt so sensitive by that point that you sounded pained once she started putting focused pressure on your clit, curses falling from your lips, a cried “fuck unghh” echoing through the room as you felt her reaching for your hands to hold them down against the mattress, your fingers intertwined then, her knuckles white from how hard you were squeezing them to hold on, a romance to it all that only turned you on even more, dripping all over her lower face by that point, her mind spinning from the feeling of having her girls hands cling to her for dear life like that, drunk on your taste, lapping it all up, until she pulled away, panting, to quickly free one hand - without hesitation, she switched to a rubbing motion with four of her fingers pressed down flat over your cunt, feeling you pulsate against her hand as she teased you, jerked you off, the new sensation fucking with you in that state of near-climax, heavily, your head falling back as she watched you take it all, without closing your legs, never denying her access, even when you were scared you´d come too soon.

“you drive me fucking insane you know that” she sighed, her voice all husky, jerking you off in tortorous circling motions then as you only nodded and arched your back a bit, way beyond words, surrendered - she took it further, let her spit drool onto your cunt, mixed your fluids together, and that added moisture made you see stars then. “oh god that feels so good…” you moaned as she played with you, created filthy wet sounds with each move of her fingers over the mess you were both making.

“more..” you told her and Van was too turned on to make you beg or too playfully call you greedy, she did what was asked of her immediately, didn´t make you wait, deliberately dragged two of her fingers down to your entrance and pushed them in, her eyes fixed on your puffy, slick lips, the visual of a pulsating flower of flesh, addicted to the view of being swallowed up bit by bit, until she was knuckle deep and heard you whimper in both relief and ecstasy.

she couldn´t tear her eyes away as she hit the right spot and thrust in and out of you, your cum coating her skin, abundantly, your flesh stretched around her just how she needed it, so hot and velvety, so beautiful as you laid there spread open for her, her mouth watering until she had to give in again and moved her tongue back to your clit, circling it, sucking on it as her free hand kept your leg pressed up and to the side for full access, her fingers and mouth working you so fucking good you thought you might just ruin the sheets, your chest rising and falling rapidly, one hand over your mouth to bite down and swallow the pathetic moans she was forcing out of you.

as she kept eating you out with abandon while pushing her fingers in as deeply as possible, her palm hitting your cunt, it felt like the first time, like you´d been reborn that morning and got to have that feeling again of when you´d first fucked, as if it was all new to you and not something she´d done to you over and over - you felt a rush of love from the feel and sight of her between your legs like that, like you were losing your virginity to her right then, a revelatory feel to her every touch - you were warm to your core, so warm, tingling, drenched, invoking the image of honey as you dripped all over her tongue and hand, your fingers laced through her hair, tugging lightly, your moans more and more high-pitched and helpless by the second. you couldn´t hold out for much longer, so you whined “I´m so close, don´t stop”, which made her give you a final few hard pushes up against your weak spot to have you come undone, which was all it took, your whole body shuddering as the orgasm hit you, hard, clenching around her fingers and biting your lip so hard you almost drew blood as she kept going, not letting up yet, the release so intense you blacked out and just let it wash over you, breathless, shaking, all hers.

in the aftermath, she gave you a moment to just lay there, meanwhile caressing your sides and leaving a trail of her spit and your cum on your inner thigh from the way she lovingly dragged her mouth over it, nuzzling her face up against you, submissive even when she´d just gotten done wrecking you.

as soon as the aftershocks lessened a bit, you needed her close again, so you shakily got up to kneel on the sheets and told her to come up and do the same, which ended in you facing each other, her steadying you as you wrapped your arms around her neck, kissed her, tasted yourself, thoroughly, drawing the kisses out as long as possible, sighing into her mouth “I love you so much, I love you, love you..” repeating it like a prayer, still frantic with need, her face all flushed as she whispered it back and kissed your shoulder.

you wanted her chest to to chest, so you pulled off her top and briefly leaned down, hugged her waist to hold on, and licked over her left breast, near her heart, hardened her nipple with a few flicks of your tongue before sucking on it, hard enough to make her wince, soft enough to make her moan, the romantic nature of that sex act always leaving her drenched within seconds, her hands in your hair, cradling your head as you switched over to the other side and littered her upper body in splotches of red, her moans so undignified that eavesdroppers would´ve been convinced you were three fingers deep inside of her. she almost orgasmed from it when you pulled away swollen-lipped and so docile, so sweet, her hands on your face, her mouth hanging open, no thoughts in her head except the image of you like a baby, her baby, attached to her, feeding on her taste.

you both ended up on your sides, shaking, and you whined “I need you in me, please”, never loosening your grip on her. Van was not in her right mind so she made sure she understood you correctly, “what like..?”. you´d never been the kind of lovers to use morning sex for intense fucking, to strap each other down, it was usually a mix of touching and grinding and head, but you were still soaked and needy in a way the would require more to fill the ache, so you nodded and gave her doe eyes, pleading. “you´re killing me here baby..” she sighed, realizing that she was about to give in, again, “cant help it..” you admitted.

your impatience was winning, so you crawled over and laid back against the pillows, spread your legs apart, wide, pornographically so, leaned back and gave her the most intense, inviting look you could manage, her eyes wide as she sat up and took it all in with a predatory shimmer, you knew you had her, good, so you made sure she couldn´t possibly change her mind and sighed “remind me I´m yours.. make me feel it.”

“fucking hell…” she laughed to herself, nervous almost, blushing to a degree that felt like her cheeks might burst as she climbed off the bed and got rid of her underwear, leaving her as exposed as you, her hair falling down her back to the middle of her spine as she turned around, a Venusian kind of beauty to her then that was only made hotter by the contrast of the harness around her hips, the implied actions of it enough to get you even wetter as you watched her make sure that the fit was tight enough.

once she came back to you, she was smiling, god, that smile, the sweetness before the ruin, no words for the way she eyed you then as she positioned you the way she wanted, got between your legs, pulled you towards herself a bit, handled you, rubbed over you to make sure you were wet enough to go on, which of course you were. unlike before, she was being a tease, dragging the tip of the strap over your cunt, sliding it between your lips slapping it against your clit lightly, a jolt of need making you buck your hips, another devilish smile from her, your mind spinning from how it felt like it was actually her dick when she did it like that. “please..” you whimpered as she held your legs up, leaned forward, all the way until your lips almost brushed up against hers, and told you “say it again”, barely a second before you gave her another “please” and then another, a murmured “such a sweetheart” as she finally guided herself inside of you, bluffing, slowly for the first inch, and then without warning, all the way in, one intense movement, just the right amount of overwhelming, a deep, guttural moan leaving you, your hands clinging to her back, nails digging in, your mind blank as your cunt swallowed it all up without resistance, soothed and ruined by how you were made to stretch around the strap.

Van kissed your face and breathed against your neck as you wrapped your legs around her waist and allowed her to go as deep as possible, and since she wanted you to be even more of a mess, she got into it fast, giving you slow, hard strokes, intense but never rushed, a rhythm to it that was exactly what you needed, each thrust hitting you right where you were throbbing the most, each time she moved her cock back inside of you all the way a heavenly hit to your weak spot, which she could feel from how you were trapping her, so she whispered “this is what you needed hm” staring down into your eyes as she sped her thrusts up a bit, overcome with need each time she heard the wetness of your juices, the slipping sound of your cunt taking her in over and over like it was made for her, and her alone “yes… yes” you whined and savored the slight pain mixed in with the pleasure, the strap just a bit bigger than what you could take without thinking twice, always hurting just the right amount when it had been a while, mewls falling from your lips as your kept dragging your nails up and down her back, scratched her up as she moved her face down, kept you open by pressing her arms up right under your knees, and kissed your chest, animalistic, licking you and groaning against your tits, tasting the space between them, the sweet sweat, drinking up the sound of you unravelling under, the feeling of your hot skin against hers, your ability to take whatever she gave without resisting, “you´re a dream to fuck baby…god” she moaned, meaning it, having discovered her joy of being the giver with you, both of you fully lost in the repetition of her fucking into you, over and over and over, seemingly no amount enough to tire her out or wear you down, each moment an eternity of pleasure.

the knot in your lower stomach was so tight by then that you tilted your head back against the pillow and tried to breathe, her lips on your throat as she praised “that´s it, good girl”.

“fuck fuck don´t stop right there” you cried then as you felt the beginning of a climax take a hold of you, so she kept going, faster then, her hand on your face to soothe you, so you took her thumb in your mouth and sucked on it, a shared pitiful series of sounds leaving you both as your lips wrapped around her finger, Van replacing it with her lips once she couldnt just watch anymore, her tongue in your mouth right as the high hit you, the kind that was just the preview of the second, truly mindblowing orgasm, she could tell, so she pulled back, a trail of spit between your mouths from the sloppy kiss, and shifted her hips to have you at an angle where she could really go hard, manhandling you quickly so you were flat on your back, helpless, like a ragdoll, eager to really be ruined.

she pushed the strap all the way back in, your back arching up in response, her voice broken up from lust as she uttered “yeah that´s it.. look at you… perfect..” just as undone as you were, fucking you at a relentless pace then, holding onto your leg to steady herself, her own moans matching yours as you both became so loud that people downstairs would´ve heard it, not a care in the world, the picture of obsession.

you quickly grew erratic so she cooed “you´re doing so well baby”, holding you in place, fully wrecking you with her next move, her thumb on your clit, rubbing up and down, a strangled “oh.. my god” escaping you as your whole body screamed for more of just that, the double sensation of being filled and jerked off at the same time, her finger firm on your clit as you bit your lip, whimpered, almost cried, pressed against the pillow, turned on from the fact that you should be in class but were getting your brains fucked out by your girl instead, blissed out from the sight of her hand on your cunt, her tits still pink from your sucking, her face glowing with unbridled need, her hair falling down her shoulders, her lips glistening as she spit down to where she was touching you and rubbed her saliva all over your sensitive nerve endings, aware what it did to you, turning you into even more a whining mess than before, her heart growing at the sight, her mind spinning from your raw beauty in that moment, the way passion opened you up and set you ablaze for just her to see.

“baby please I´m-” you got out, before another moan shut you up, your hands clutching the sheets, your muscles contracting, nearing the point of release, so she used the hand that wasn´t on your cunt to squeeze your leg and assured you “it´s okay, I´ve got you, just let go, show me”.

her low voice always did you in during those moments where you teetered on the edge, she knew it, so the second the last word left your mouth she held you in place and leaned forward again to give you a final, deliberate, deep thrust, stilling her hips then and keeping the strap all the way in you as you shuddered and clawed at her to hold on, her hands by your face, her lips on your neck again, whispering against your skin how gorgeous you are when you finish like that, her sweat dripping down onto your chest and mixing with yours, your bodies flush against each other, your eyes shut as you blindly reached for her and pulled her face close for a kiss, both of you high on love and adoration for each other, a few lazy, warm, kisses as you caught your breaths together.

you could have left it at that. you could have tapped out. you could´ve. but you had one more thing left in you, a last weak spot of hers that you wanted to hit with your behavior, and one more high seeming like the thing you needed to really feel like you´d given her your body in full. so. without saying a word, you got up from under her, trembling, weak, and moved onto your hands and knees, your back arched up, your face not hitting the pillow, but close to it.

it was a position she never demanded from you, always waited for you to be in the mood for, so whenever you did give her permission, it turned her on immensely, knowing that you trusted her to never make it feel degrading. Van stared at you in awe for a good moment as you gave her a perfect view of your surrender, patiently waiting, still shaking a bit, too lovely for her to bear, before she followed suit and brushed her hair out of her face, got behind you on her knees and gripped your waist.

instead of going right back to fucking you, she kissed the plump skin of your ass and bit down on the side of your cheek, lightly, her teeth leaving small indents, another bite right below, and another, her hunger back in full force, a moan of approval from you so she kept going, until she got a view of your still-wet cunt from the back, like peach cut in half, hers to devour, her mouth greedily pushed up against it as she lowered her head under your backside to eat you out, just for a moment, and that was all it took for you to press your head down against the pillow and sigh in pleasure. “my girl… all mine” she groaned as she pulled back and wiped her mouth, gripped her strap, stroked herself as if she could feel it, and gave you a light slap on your right cheek which made you beg “baby need you back in me, please”, turning your head to look back at her, so she held your gaze as she guided herself back between your folds and sank into you, “there you go”.

you instantly shut your eyes and arched up even further, drooling a bit, “oh.. fuck” you groaned as the tip of the toy hit a spot inside that it hadn´t before, so she picked up the pace and asked “good?”, her hands guiding your hips as she moved in and out of you, getting into it fast, unable to deny that a primal part of her loved having you like that, her fingertips digging into your flesh, unwilling to let you move away even an inch. “hmm so good, keep going..” you mumbled, eager to come again for her, certain that it wouldn´t take much, still so raw from before that your cunt almost hurt, in the best way, the kind of pain that signaled that you´d gotten exactly what you´d asked for and more, each thrust audible, her skin meeting yours with a slapping sound over and over, her touch ever so soothing even in the height of primal passion.

Van quickly felt your absence, needed you you closer again, so she leaned forward as she kept stretching you out, and hovered over your back, kissed your back up until she reached your neck, one hand wrapping around your throat then, ever so gently, not to choke, but to affect you, to drive you wild, which worked like a charm, the possessive gesture hitting such a nerve that you saw stars, a few tears escaping your from how needed and desired she made you feel, your walls throbbing as she hit the right spot, so hard yet so tender with it, slower strokes than before, a moan with each one as if she could feel you from inside, like she was about to come in you.

after a while of losing yourselves in it, she could tell that you weren´t gonna last much longer, your sounds closer to cries than moans, muffled against the pillow, her hands over yours then, keeping them by your sides, kissing you wherever she could reach, while sighing “come for me, baby, just one more, you can take it”, so you gripped the sheets and used the last bit your strength to push yourself back against her, meeting her where she was fucking you, her hands on your hips, her body upright again as she gave you all she had left by that point and pushed herself in with such force that you felt it in your soul, begging her “like that, I´m so close, I´m-” your voice silenced by the violent climax that hit you like lightning, no warming up to it, just a bang that forced you down onto your belly, collapsing with sweat dripping down your forehead as she kept herself inside of you, her body fully on you backside, your cunt spasming around the strap as the last orgasm drained you of your juices, your breath, your attachment to the real world, your soul floating somewhere in another realm entirely as you laid there spent, whimpering in the aftermath, eyes shut, satisfied to your core as she slowly pulled herself away and pressed her palms against your back to soothe you, right where angle wings might be if you had them, slowing your heartbeat for you, ignoring the unbearable ache between her legs, for the time being, as best as she could.

after she pulled herself out of you, she slowly kissed your spine all the way down, faint hums of pleasure from you with each touch of her lips on your worn out body, neither of you breaking the silence yet, soaking it up, high on every little sensation, every labored breath, every whiff of each other´s scent, every sound that was still echoing in your mind.

Van left you for a brief second as she went to rid herself of the harness and exchanged it for her boxers and tank top, since she preferred you to be nude in her embrace after sex while she was a little more covered up again, a certain shy streak in her that had endeared you from the moment you started dating.

as she came back, you turned onto your back and faced her, a tired smile, which made her reach down and touch the tip of your nose lovingly, smiling as well. “come here” she ordered and got down onto the empty side of the bed, grabbing you and helping you to lay back against her, arms around your middle, idly caressing your stomach, her other hand pulling the blanket over your legs a bit so you wouldn´t get cold. it never failed to make you feel butterflies for her, the way she could ruin you one second and then tend to you the very next.

you leaned against her, happy in your state of helplessness, your face still damp and glowing, all love, both of you breathing in unison, comforted by the warmth your bodies were exchanging, sharing, like two more mirrors passing the sun back and forth.

you were busy thinking about how delicious she always smelled when her perfume mixed with her sweat and the smell of your passion, when she squeezed your thigh and said “just two minutes” imitating your tone from earlier, which mae you laugh and take her hand, lacing your fingers through hers. “well… would you rather I´d have stuck to that?”.

she didn´t even pretend to think about it and pushed aside the jokes she could have made “no, no absolutely not. god. that was…”, she conceded, which made you smile in victory, “see, I was just doing what´s best for us” a faux-innocence to your tone that amused her, made her run her hand all the way up your side and utter “you really are taking the last bit of my sanity..”.

“my pleasure” you whispered and kissed her arm right where you´d been resting your face against it, rubbing your cheek over the spot afterwards, like a kitten, love-struck, clingy, “and that´s not helping either, have some mercy please” Van fake-complained, shaking her head over how many times you´d hit a soft spot of hers that morning, how easily you could wrap her around your finger. “no. sorry.” you teased and kept laying in her arms.

“kinda saved my life last night, you know..” you confessed after a beat of comfortable silence, which elicited a sound of dismissal from her “don´t give me too much credit, baby” her arms wrapped around your chest by then, protective almost, her chin resting on your shoulder, your hand wrapped around her wrist to hold on.

“I mean it. I never used to get that kind of relief when I came home sad, so yeah. I don´t know. I guess I woke up extra in love today because of that. I don´t take it for granted. never will.” you said it quietly, earnestly, with a weight behind the words that rendered her speechless for a second. “oh.. my heart” she whispered, as if it physically hurt to realize that your refusal to leave, your need for closeness that morning was born out of intense affection for her, not just a random spike of desire. “love you.” she breathed against your cheek and kissed it.

“I always wanna be there for you when you feel off, you know that right? always. don´t ever keep it to yourself for my sake, it´s my job to take care of you, or privilege rather” she said, unwilling to let you believe that any of it was a burden for her.

“I know, yeah.. I´m very lucky” you responded, but she disagreed “no, no I´m the lucky one, I mean” she gestured all over your naked form, a grin on her face that you couldn´t see but hear in her voice “dream come true, I am not allowed to complain about my fate ever again I think”.

you smiled too then and got up to turn around and straddle her, sitting down with your hands on her neck, hers on your hips then, both of you eyeing each other with a sparkle of mischief. “also, you definitely beat the record of the earliest time I had sex like that, so, congrats” she told you in a low, sultry tone. “yeah?” you cocked your head and played with her hair, unsure if she was being fully honest, since she´d had a few decades of dating behind her. “yeah… I mean, damn.”.

“well, further proof that you were made for me, not whoever was in this spot before” you said, serious about it, which made her laugh and murmur “so possessive..”, your face closer to hers then as you nodded “hmm” holding her gaze and watching her enjoy the feeling of being claimed that boldly.

“sorry, I´m fully messing up your leg, huh?” you apologized as you looked down at where you´d settled on her thigh, your lingering wetness pressed up against the bare skin right below her underwear, which made her lean back against the headboard with a cocky grin and tease you “yeah, poor me, a hot girl is letting me feel how soaked she gets for me, how will I recover?”.

you rolled your eyes and shoved her in the chest, lightly, so she kept messing with you and gripped your sides to move you down her leg a bit to create some punishing friction where you were still raw. “dont!” you whimpered, aware that it wouldn´t take much to get turned on again, so she smiled and let go, instead holding you by your shoulders, “okay, right, we´ve gotta get up eventually, hm”.

before you could attempt to get up, she had another thought, “but I´m thinking-” she started, clearly pondering something, so you stayed on top of her and asked “hm? yeah?”. “it´s not like I´ll lose thousands of dollars if I keep the store closed for a day, so… how about I join you in skipping your responsibilities and we just do whatever we want today. gotta have you fully recovered from all that stress yesterday, because I wanna keep seeing this” she gestured at your face, the deeply relaxed expression.

unlike her, you didn´t even try to convince her to do the logical thing, immediately accepting the offer “yes please” your eyes shimmering at the thought of having the entire day off with her. “did you eat breakfast already?” you asked, “nope, I mean, except for you. but I need real food now” she said, suddenly realizing how famished she was.

“perfect, then we´ll go to that spot with the french toast you like, on me” you decided, eager to have a nice day out with her, to treat her to something fancier than usual. “you don´t have t-” she tried to protest, the way she always did when you offered to do her a favor or pay for things, but you shushed her, index finger pressed against her lips “yes I do, I wanna spoil you in return”, so she caved and went quiet, nodding in agreement.

“and you´ll need to eat good, so I can have my turn with you later. I wanna do a few things to you, badly.” you told her as you leaned back and gave her a dark look, threatening her with a good time. “oh, I see” she whispered, caressing your legs, charmed by your confidence.

you weren´t gonna let it go that fast, so you went on, “hmm, I miss hearing you beg”, which made her move you down her lap, or at least try to “okay, go clean up and get dressed now, you´ve had your fun here, lady”. you smiled and went on “miss having you all over my mou-”, a slap to your thigh cutting you off “stop!” she was blushing by that point, so you giggled and got up from the bed, “alright, I´ll save it for later”.

she watched, or rather, gawked at you from where she was still sitting as you walked over to the wardrobe, her arms crossed “yes, please do, let´s be civilized for a few hours now”.

“I´ll try my best” you called out while rummaging through her drawers, trying to find some of her clothes to wear, not in the mood to sort through your own, so she took the chance to give you a demand “wear the green one, I like you in that” referencing a dark green sweater of hers that you often stole from her, so you grabbed it and turned around, jokingly questioning her choice of words “like?”. Van laughed and corrected herself, dramatically throwing out a few alternative verbs “love, adore, worship”.

“better” you said and grabbed all the clothes you were gonna put on after taking a quick shower to be all fresh again before going out with her, blowing her a kiss and promising her you´d be quick, this time actually meaning it.

Van left you to it and went back to the living room, sprayed on a bit more perfume, fussed with her hair until she was happy with it, and waited for you by the stairs, listening to the sound of the shower and the faucet instead of looking at her phone or busying herself otherwise, enjoying the little mundane sounds of your presence, even when a door separated you.

once you were ready to go, she grabbed her sunglasses and pushed them up into her hair, a look you were very partial to, so before she could lead the way, you held her back and hugged her from behind, realizing that you hadn´t fully embraced her yet that morning, not while standing up at least, a silent way of saying “thank you. for this, for everything.”

the moment she felt your arms around her waist, your head on her back, she stopped in her tracks and stayed at the edge of the staircase with you for a few seconds, the morning sun shining on you through the windows, dust particles dancing around you like fireflies. “I´m not gonna make it through the day if you keep being this sweet” she uttered after you loosened your grip and skipped down the stairs behind her, re-energized and content, ready to feel the morning breeze on your skin.

it was a lovely spring morning, skies blue, birds chirping, streets empty, since most people were at work or school by that time, doing what they were supposed to, unlike you two. you walked by plenty of bushes and flowers that were in full bloom by then, so you picked a bright yellow one and put it in the front pocket of her jacket, smiling, your unconcealed giddiness spilling over onto her and lighting her face up the same way, “look at you” she said, making a vague nodding gesture your way.

“all you baby” you told her, overly sensual, drawing it out for effect, which made her roll her eyes, but she adored it, the way your demeanor had completely switched over night. she wasn´t one to pat herself on the back, but she did feel like she was finally doing at least one thing in her life right whenever her care and touch succeeded in making your worries fade away.

she linked her arm with yours and both of you looked around convinced that the air was crisper than usual, everything somehow seeming brighter and fresher in the eyes of two lovers who couldn´t find a fault with the world that day, since they walked it together.

at an intersection you leaned in to kiss her cheek, the sun warm on your faces as you both shut your eyes and almost missed the green light. a few minutes later you were seated outside the café you´d been to once before and ordered a bunch of things to share, sipped on your coffees beforehand, Van ordering a second iced americano about two minutes after downing her first one.

“being a pushover is great” she mused as you both dug into the golden french toast topped off with berries and caramel sauce, “I don´t know why people think it´s a problem to be easily swayed, thank god I didn´t make you leave earlier”. you laughed and reached out to caress her cheek, watching her chew and sigh in approval at the taste “oh I wouldn´t say pushover, I´d say eager to please, nothing wrong about that” she grinned and put her fork down for a second “yeah to you, since you´re the one who gets her way with me the all the time”. you shrugged and plopped a blueberry into your mouth, looking very pleased with yourself.

for a good while you both sat there, hands entwined over the table after your plates were cleared, in no rush to leave or go home, basking in the perfect weather, the ease you felt, the freedom to forget about everything but each other for a few hours, losing track of time as you laughed and talked and teased each other, a minute feeling like an eternity, an hour like a lifetime together, so deeply in love that it felt like you´d been together for ages by then, even though it was still just the beginning of your shared life.

just before you got up to leave, Van saw a faint bruise that she´d left on your thigh that morning, so she kissed the inside of her fingers and pressed them against it, no forethought, all instinct, a gesture so viscerally tender that you kept sitting your chair with your breath held as she stepped behind you and leaned down to whisper “if we weren´t outside, I´d have gotten on my knees to kiss you there”.

it was barely noon, and yet it already felt like you´d had one of the best days of your life.

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year ago

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Hi! I saw your Percy Jackson asks where open and I wanted to send in a request! How would Percy react to a fem reader who is the child of Morpheus the God of dreams? Like I imagine being a child to the God of dreams would make one fall asleep randomly when they are still new to their powers, so how would the scenario play out if perhaps one day reader falls asleep on him during a movie night? Would he stay as still as possible as to not wake her up or would he do something else like gently wake her up/move her? Hopefully I made this detatiled enough but in anyway thank you!!

You were just halfway from dozing off when Percy’s voice brought you from the cusp of a deep sleep to ask:

‘Does your dad look like-‘

‘For the last time Percy no, my dad doesn’t look like Tom Sturridge from The Sandman.’ You replied before he could even finish his question. It wasn’t the first time he asked this question after watching the Netflix show ironically about a man who bore the same name as your godly father, Morpheus, the god of dreams; Something that you now had a bone to pick with Neil Gaiman over.

‘Sooo he doesn’t blow golden sand at people’s faces to make them fall asleep?’ Percy continued to ask but at this point you knew that he was only doing this just to get a rise out of you and also to keep you from falling asleep again.

‘No-will you pack it in, in trying to get some rest from today.’ You said as you lightly smack his arm whilst readjusting your head onto his shoulder for more comfort, already feeling the lull of sleep beckoning you to fall further when Percy once again spoke up.

‘But you already do enough sleeping as it is!’ He cried but tried his hardest not to move too much in fear of agitating you, knowing firsthand how much you hated your sleep being disrupted. ‘And I can’t help that!’ You exclaimed. ‘I’ve been falling asleep at random ever since Morpheus claimed me as his own. It’s almost as though I’ve suddenly developed narcolepsy or something.’ You were still getting use to your powers that for some reason would backfire now and then, causing you to have bouts of almost narcoleptic episodes where you could just be talking to someone then boom; there you were, fast asleep in the strawberry fields or on the sandy dunes of the lake as though it were the most comfortable place known to man.

It worried to everyone to begin with but upon being claimed, it started to make a lot more sense that whenever you did spontaneously fall asleep, it was easier to be accommodated for; letting you sleep because you were mad cranky when woken prematurely. Connor and Travis learnt that the hard way when for an entire week their dreams consisted of being chased by a very angry humanoid goose, as if being chased by a regular goose wasn’t scary enough. Just one of the few perks of being the child of the god who could morph dreams and enter them however he saw fit.

The subject of your tendency to fall asleep at random was soon dropped entirely as you and Percy went back to watching the movie that was already well within it’s third and final act. Well Percy was, you on the other hand…were fast asleep on his shoulder, uncaring of the crook in the neck that you were surly developing from your uncomfortable position. Percy doesn’t notice until he goes to look at you to make a joke on a certain scene but stopped and the words died on his lips as he stared at you adoringly. ‘Why am I not surprised that you’ve fell asleep. Again.’ He says softly to himself as he watched how your grip on his arm would occasionally tighten as though your dream had taken a tonal shift, only to loosen up and relax not a moment after.

Not that I needed my arm or my shoulder anyways. Percy thought to himself as he tried his absolute hardest to stay still for your benefit but he might as well have asked Medusa to make him into stone instead because he was doing such a shit job at not moving at all. It was almost as if all his limbs had minds of their own as they’d move or his fingers would tap against his thigh impatiently as the movie ended and the credits began to appear on screen; With the remote too far for him to reach without waking you up and nothing else to occupy his restless mind, Percy felt as though he was in his own personal hell and heaven, or fields of punishment and Elysium.

For one, he got to admire you as you slept, completely at peace and safe within his presence as you would oftentimes shuffle further into him, making noises of discontent when you thought you felt him move away and tightening your grip; Something he found undeniably adorable as he watched the twitches in your face and tries to guess what kind of dream you were having based off them. Secondly he desperately wanted to move, his brain was telling him to move, but Percy would rather not risk having an angry human sized goose chasing him in his dreams for the next week because he accidentally woke you prematurely from your nap. He knows you wouldn’t do that but in cases like these, it he’d know it be better to be safe and sure then expect special treatment; which upon retrospect sounded a lot worse then getting chased by a human sized goose.

So Percy allows himself the fate of being your makeshift pillow, though not before pressing a kiss to your head, wishing you the sweetest of dreams before inevitably falling asleep himself as he rested his head atop of yours, crook in his neck be damned.

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poorly-written-fiction · 9 months ago

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talking in your sleep || logan howlett x reader

part 2 for anyone interested

A/N: hello i threw something together very quickly inspired by "talking in your sleep" by the romantics! also reader is gender neutral (i'm pretty sure i was good to not use any gendered language??? one mention of they/them pronouns) no use of Y/N or any specific descriptions of you, the reader, aside from logan being taller than you. unrelated to this fic, but "replay" is continuing and i am already working on my next long fic after it is done! next chapter of "replay" goes live tomorrow.

summary: you make it a point to not interact with logan, but he finds an interesting excuse to talk to you.

notes: somewhat suggestive themes, proceed with caution

No one could understand what your problem was with Logan. He’d walk into a room, and if you weren’t immediately turning on your heels and leaving, you suddenly became a brick wall. You would watch him, tracking his every move. He’d notice you watching him, and you’d roll your eyes and turn away. Everyone knew he wasn’t easy to get along with, but the way that you would change the moment he was in the same vicinity, it seemed like he had murdered your family. Your friends would ask “have you talked to him?” and you’d reply with a very short, sharp “no.” Everyone at the mansion was stumped, what was it about Logan that bugged you? Scott had asked Jean if she would get into your head and check, to which she’d reply, “And risk them treating me the same way? Absolutely not.” They didn’t dare to ask Charles if he would do the same. He wouldn’t, simply out of respect for your privacy. It was a mystery to everyone, but it didn’t bother anyone more than Logan himself. He would never admit it, but he was genuinely concerned that he had hurt you in some way and wasn’t aware of it. He even knew he was a dick, even on a good day, but he had no real reason to dislike you directly. You iced him out first, and he gave up trying to fix anything after you would constantly shut him down. The closest he could get to you was that his bedroom was right next to yours.

Your sleep schedules were drastically different, you often fell asleep before he did. Based on how closely he could hear your breathing when you slept, he could only imagine that your bed and his shared a wall. He didn’t actively listen to you, but he couldn’t help that he had heightened senses. He could hear you turning over in your sleep, occasionally groaning or mumbling. He had learned pretty early that you tended to talk in your sleep. Never anything super coherent or interesting. Usually only a few words, or a sentence that didn’t make any sense. Occasionally he’d hear you say something funny and he’d chuckle to himself. He silently wished he could have a real conversation with you. He had heard that you were easy to talk to. What had he done to make you push him away?

One night, Logan was sitting in his bed, reading a book and sipping on some whiskey. He didn’t always spend his evenings like this, but occasionally he would indulge himself in some peace. Stop thinking about the world and all of its problems, and let himself enjoy life’s simple pleasures. He was working his way through “And Then There Were None” by Agatha Christie when he heard you stirring in your sleep. He paid the sound no mind until he heard something familiar.

“Logan…”

He perked up immediately, setting his book and glass down on his bedside table. He sat in complete silence, his breathing slow and quiet waiting to see if he could hear it again.

“I want you, Logan…”

He practically jumped out of his bed. What were you dreaming about? Him, obviously, but what was going through that head of yours? He was dying to know. He hoped that you thought better of him in your sleep. There was the sound of shifting and rolling over in your bed, and then the stillness and quiet again. Your breathing still sounded like you were asleep, otherwise, he would have gone and knocked on your door. He thought about it for a moment, confronting you at your bedroom door tomorrow morning.

The idea became reality. Logan could hear you going about your morning routine, and he did the same, taking extra care to make himself look a little nicer than usual. He wanted answers out of you, and he wanted to look good doing it. He heard you walking towards your bedroom door, and he practically ran into the hallway, leaning over your doorway as you were walking out. You gasped immediately when you saw him towering over you.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?” You were at a loss for words, completely taken aback by the situation. Logan smiled, “Did you have any nice dreams?” With those words, heat was rushing from your chest and rising into your neck and face. He had you caught.

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mymoodwriting · 3 months ago

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Request for @lareina2501 (Fantasy Leaders) 13k, thunder storms, lightning strikes, kidnapping, fantasy setting, royal setting, body swapping, lucid dreaming, magic, werewolves, sirens, weapons, smut, fingering, eating out, penetration, hickeys, cream pie, breeding kink, implied violence, implied death, blood, claws, potions (@starillusion13)

“Why can’t that be me?”

You sighed dreamily and let the open book rest on your chest. It was a habit of yours to stay up late, lie in bed, and read some fantasy romance novels. The female protagonist always seemed to have a way more exciting life than your own, and you couldn’t help but fantasize about being whisked away to such a world. As you laid there, staring up at the ceiling and daydreaming, the crack of thunder and lightning snapped you back to reality. You sat up and stared out the window, seeing that a storm had suddenly appeared.

Soon enough it was pouring and a rhythmic pitter patter of rain was striking the window. This was the perfect weather for late night reading. You got cozy under your blankets and returned to your book. Time just slipped away as you got so invested, but at some point you needed to sleep. You were slowly drifting off as your eyes passed over the words on the page, barely registering anything. This wouldn’t be the first time you fell asleep while reading, and you doubt it would be the last.

🖤

Another loud roar of thunder woke you, and you opened your eyes to darkness. The initial shock wore off and as you tried to get up you realized something was wrong. You weren’t in your usual bed, instead wrapped up tightly in blankets and swaying to the sides. It took a moment to figure out you were in a hammock, which just added to the confusion. With that realization you soon managed to free yourself, getting out of the hammock and stepping onto the wooden floorboards below. The swaying motion continued despite being on your feet, and you noticed the only light here came from a few candle lanterns. Despite the insane notion, you believed you were on a ship.

“How the hell did I end up here…?”

Thunder and lighting struck again, making you jump. You needed to know what was going on, so you grabbed the nearest lantern and started looking for a way out. It didn’t take long to find a door, carefully peeking out to see a corridor stretching off in either direction. You chose to go down the path where natural light was peeking in among the darkness, and soon you began to hear shouting. You couldn’t make anything out, but you moved cautiously, finding some stairs leading up. You had woken up below deck, and this would surely take you to the main deck. You crept up the stairs and slowly pushed up the trap door, peeking around first and seeing no one around. With the coast clear you stepped onto the main deck, and your theory was confirmed.

You were aboard this huge vessel, and it seemed you were in the middle of a storm. The skies above you were cloudy, flashes of lightning appearing every now and then. The waves around you looked rough, although they weren’t crashing against the ship. The only water getting on board was from the rain, and you were getting soaked just standing around. Although that was the least of your worries right now. The ship was out in the middle of the sea, so getting off was not an option. You were trapped on this vessel until further notice. Before you could process anything more you stumbled as the ship rocked.

“Love! Get below deck!!!”

You heard a voice shout and turned around to see someone at the helm on the upper deck. They must be the captain of the ship, and you were stunned by their beauty. Even though they were far more soaked than you, they still looked ethereal. You could see they were shouting again, but at the moment you didn’t hear anything. Then lightning struck right beside you, making you jump and yell. You wound up stumbling to the edge of the ship, nearly falling but catching yourself on the ledge and dropping the lantern. As you stared down you realized things were not as simple as they seemed. This ship was sailing above the water.

“… am… am I… dreaming…?”

This whole situation was insane, but a flying ship was enough to get you thinking about a real possibility. The last thing you remembered was lying in bed and reading while a storm raged on outside. Perhaps the storm was seeping into your dream, but this was way too vivid and felt way too real. You wanted out, so you shut your eyes tightly, wishing to wake up back in your bed. Instead you were grabbed and pulled back onto the ship properly, flipped around and when you opened your eyes you were face to face with a beautiful stranger.

“Why is it so difficult for you to listen to me, love?”

Before you could think of an answer his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply and passionately. Your eyes were wide with surprise, everything in your mind coming to a halt because of this. You didn’t kiss back, but he was certainly out of breath when he pulled away.

“Let’s go.”

He took your hand in his and led you below deck. You didn’t return to where you had woken up, but were instead taken to a rather lavish room. There was a proper bed, a huge desk, a multitude of maps, and many treasures. This was likely the captain’s quarters, meaning the gentleman who brought you here was the captain himself.

“Stay here, please.”

It wasn’t a question, but a command given his tone of voice. You merely nodded and then the captain was gone once more. You needed to think, but right now your only focus was on your shivering from the cold. You looked around for a towel and luckily found the bathroom, wrapping yourself up and trying to dry yourself off before remembering this was a dream. You kept the towel on you and stared at your reflection. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, focusing on waking up and returning home, only for a bunch of memories to come flooding in. All of a sudden you put names to faces, understanding your circumstances and the life you were living. It felt odd, making you more of a stranger in your own body, but it at least put you at ease.

Even in dreams, you always seem to have context for the world around you although you were only living a moment. Maybe you didn’t want to wake up just yet. You took in a deep breath and properly dried yourself, stepping back out into the room with a towel wrapped around you. This place was familiar to you, so you reached for a chest under the bed, opening it up and grabbing a change of clothes. Your original plan was to get a good night’s sleep, but the sudden storm had interrupted all of that. Of course there was a big comfy bed you could have slept in, but you really wanted to be lulled to sleep by the gentle sway of Destiny.

You’d certainly question Hongjoong when he returned, getting out his trunk of clothes and placing an outfit on the bed. While you waited and dried your hair, you stared out the window, seeing the roaring waves and raging storm, although they seemed further away than what you had originally seen. Perhaps the worst of it was over. A moment later you heard the door open, followed by the sounds of dripping water. You chuckled and turned around to see Hongjoong, walking up to him and wrapping the towel you had around his neck, yanking him closer. The familiarity you felt was warm and inviting, but there was something else at the forefront of your mind.

“What happened?”

“A sudden storm appeared, you know I can’t control the weather.”

“Shouldn’t that be the basic abilities of a Pirate King?”

“The basics is to be able to navigate through a storm, which I did so to perfection. I’m sorry your sleep was interrupted.”

“How do you plan to make it up to me?”

“Make it up to you?” Hongjoong chuckled. “I should be reprimanding you for disobeying orders. I told you to go below deck, and you nearly got hurt and fell overboard.”

“A little danger doesn’t scare me. Besides, you were there to save me.”

“My beautiful Queen, I cannot have you question my authority in the middle of a serious situation. What will the crew think of me?”

“That you’re a faithful husband, and good captain.”

“Don’t push your luck.”

“What if I do?”

“Do you want to find out?”

“Of course… but first… is everything alright?” You stepped away, going over to look at the map on the desk. “The storm was strong, but we’re still on course, correct?”

“We should be.” Hongjoong dried his hair as he came to your side. “We’ve passed the storm and Yunho is up on the crows nest making sure.”

“Good. I don’t want any delays.”

“Well, aren’t you eager to meet the Great King? Should I be worried?”

“You should be. This banquet is very important, if we’re late, or miss it, what would the other Kings think of us?”

“That is not something you need to worry about.”

“But I do. I am the Pirate Queen, I also have a title to uphold.”

“Before that you are my Queen, and my Queen alone.”

Hongjoong hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, chuckling lowly. It tickled you and you giggled a bit.

“You’re gonna get me all wet.”

“I hope so.”

“I’m talking about my clothes.”

“I’m not.”

“Hongjoong.”

“Hm… you need to be disciplined.”

“I just washed up.”

“You can do it again, or we can do so together.”

“Hongjoong-”

“Sh… you’re the only one who can question my authority, but I still can’t let your actions slide. So, what to do with you?”

“Forgive me?”

“My mercy does not come easily.”

“I know what else doesn’t come easily.”

“Ah, now you’re just playing a dangerous game.”

“I told you I’m not afraid of a little danger.”

“A little danger?” Hongjoong chuckled. “You underestimate me.”

He pressed soft kisses against your neck before he swiped the map off the desk. In a swift motion he flipped you around to face him and pushed you back against the desk. You could see a dark hunger in his eyes.

“You’ve been such a good girl thus far, and now I have to punish you.”

“As if you don’t want to.”

Hongjoong dove in for a kiss, stealing your breath, drops of water dripping onto you and making you shiver. You couldn’t escape him even if you wanted to, so you just happily leaned into his kiss, matching his hunger. You didn’t want to wake from this dream any time soon. As you attempted to devour each other Hongjoong’s hands landed on your thighs, lightly massaging them before pushing your legs apart and getting in between them. When you pulled away you were both breathless, but Hongjoong wasted no time undressing you and getting out of his own clothes. Next thing you knew hands were kneading your breasts and you were pushed back onto the desk. Hungry lips met yours once more.

Your hands traveled up along Hongjoong’s chest, feeling his muscles and then wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt something poking you between your legs, your mind already knowing what it was. You groaned into the kiss, pulling away to meet Hongjoong’s predatory gaze. One of his hands found their way between your legs, his fingers rubbing against your folds. He chuckled, glad to discover you were already wet and eager for him. He teased you for a while, making you whimper in need until he decided to slip a finger into you. As much as he wanted you, he would make sure not to hurt you. So he worked diligently to prep you, adding a second finger and finding your sweet spot to abuse.

You were melting under his touch, and he enjoyed the show. A third finger really stretched you out for him, and he considered getting his tongue between your folds, but he knew you wanted something bigger. He also wouldn’t be able to wait any longer. When he pulled his fingers out of your cunt he gave them a quick lick before shoving his digits into your mouth. He didn’t need to say anything and you instinctively cleaned him up, getting a taste of yourself in the process. While you were distracted he reached down to stroke himself, getting hard at the sight of you alone. Once he was ready he moved himself into position, rubbing the head of his cock against your sweet lips before pushing himself in.

You moaned against his fingers, and he removed them with a loud pop, leaving a trail of saliva behind. You threw your head back as Hongjoong made himself comfortable, getting himself all the way in before stealing a kiss. For a moment you could just feel him inside you, mewling into the kiss as he was so big and felt so good. When he started moving your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You gripped his arms tightly, holding on as he got into a good rhythm. Your body shook beneath him, following his movements. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to kiss him, hands slipping under his shirt and trailing along his back. Your nails dug in against skin, making Hongjoong groan into your ear.

Despite the chill of water you felt warm in Hongjoong’s embrace, and a heat was slowly building beneath your skin. Hongjoong seemed to know your body better than you, hitting all the right places and making you putty in his hands. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him as he drove you past your limits, but just as you were on the edge you heard the door open. Hongjoong groaned against your lips, throwing his gaze up to see who had entered the captain’s quarters without permission. You whimpered at the sudden stop, resting back on the desk, looking up to see a blurry figure in the doorway. Even if the situation was awkward, the crew member didn’t seem phased at all by the situation.

“Captain.”

“What is it, Seonghwa?” Hongjoong growled. “I’m in the middle of something.”

“Apologies, but I have your report.”

“Go on then.”

Hongjoong chuckled breathlessly and leaned down to kiss at your neck, leaving a few hickeys as Seonghwa gave his report.

“The storm did cause some minor damage to the ship, but nothing detrimental. We’ll need to stop for supplies in order to make repairs, and restock on other necessities.”

“Will that delay us? My Queen is eager to arrive on time.”

“A slight detour won’t delay us. Repairs can be made as we continue on course.”

“Good. If that’s all, get out.”

“Yes, captain.”

You heard the door shut, but Hongjoong continued peppering your skin with kisses. You wanted to get back to things but after a moment he pulled away, grabbing your face so your eyes would meet.

“Aren’t you a little whore? Another man walks in and you don’t get shy? You’re just gonna let someone else look at you when you belong to me?”

“I… I’m sorry… I… just…”

“What? Too fucked out on my cock to think properly?”

“… hm…”

“Now you’re definitely getting punished.”

Hongjoong’s hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing ever so gently as he began to move again. He moved slowly, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back into you. His pacing had been rough before, but now it was brutal. He was clearly taking out his frustrations on you, and you welcomed him. You grabbed his arm, moans spilling out of your mouth as he rubbed against your sweet spot. Even if you had been interrupted before he quickly got you back up to the edge. You cried out for him when he pushed you past your limits, every part of you holding on tightly.

“There’s a good girl.”

Hongjoong praised you as he kept thrusting, enjoying the feel of your walls hugging him tightly. It wasn’t long before he reached his own high, desperately moving his hips as he spilled his seed inside you, holding you tightly. As you both came down you held each other, breathing heavily. Hongjoong began placing sloppy kisses on your skin once more.

“We definitely need to wash up now.”

“Hm…”

This was such a fantastical dream that you never wanted to wake from. Perhaps you should stay up reading fantasy books more often. Even the quick shower was relaxing, Hongjoong washing you up and whispering words of comfort, telling you how good of a wife you were to him. After drying you up he pulled you into bed with him. He knew you enjoyed sleeping in a hammock, but after the stunt you pulled he needed you close to him. As you got under the bed sheets with him you figured this was the end of the dream, but to your surprise you opened your eyes a while later still aboard Destiny.

You dressed and went to the main deck, seeing clear skies and a beautiful sun. While you enjoyed the view you heard Hongjoong calling for everyone to brace themselves as the ship would be hitting the water shortly. It was easier to get Destiny into the air than return her to the sea. Although the crew had done it many times before, besides some minor turbulence, it was a smooth transition. Moments later you could see land on the horizon and before you knew it you were docking. This was meant to be a quick stop but you insisted on getting off to see what the local merchants had. It wasn’t a bad idea to get a gift or two for the Great King. Hongjoong ultimately agreed, but only if he went with you and the trip was quick.

The two of you walked with your arms linked together, seeing what beautiful gems were out on display. You picked out the pretty ones that caught our eye, Hongjoong not denying you anything. Of course there was so much more to see, but you had a schedule to keep. You returned aboard Destiny, the captain doing a headcount before you set sail. From there it wasn’t long before you took to the skies and headed up into the clouds. This ship was truly amazing. You went to Hongjoong’s side on the upper deck, placing your hands over his, playfully steering the ship. You knew how to, but right now you just wanted to be close to him. He watched your for a while before leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek.

“We’re still on course, so we won’t be late.”

“Good. I should probably prepare the gifts we bought.”

“Don’t overdo it.”

“I won’t, just a gift or two.”

“Go on then. You should get started before dinner.”

“Alright. I won’t distract you any longer.”

You happily skipped down to the main deck, although the sudden crack of thunder startled you. All of a sudden the bright sky had turned grey, storm clouds rolling in followed by rain. In a matter of seconds you were soaked, but that was the least of your worries. The wind was strong, and Hongjoong was already shouting orders. You weren’t just a freeloader on this ship, so you quickly reached for the rope to get the sails under control. Although you underestimated how powerful this storm was. Next thing you knew you were flying across the deck as the strength from the sails pulled you forward. You had to let go of the rope but in doing so it wrapped around your leg.

You couldn’t regain your footing and instead wound up hanging over the edge of the ship. The rope began to tighten around your leg and you attempted to free yourself, but if you did that you’d plummet into the rough waters below. Your only option was to get yourself back onto the ship, which meant pulling yourself up. You yelled and made an attempt to grab the rope, trying to pull yourself up, only to see Hongjoong looking over the edge at you. He was yelling, but you couldn’t make anything out in the storm. You couldn’t imagine his worries, but then a lightning strike hit just the right place to throw Hongjoong back, and cause the rope to snap. In the blink of an eye you were falling, and then your world cut to black.

🖤

You gasped awake as your mind raced with panic. You frantically looked around only to find yourself in an unfamiliar place, then you realized you were surrounded by water. Immediately your hands went to your throat, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. Yet it was strangely all in your head. Once your hands were on your neck you felt some slits along either side, not to mention feeling the webbing between your fingers. You pulled one of your hands back, seeing for yourself something odd, and noticing the scales along your arm, as well as some fins. Now you were focused on something else, realizing you could breathe just fine. You were barely processing your situation when a rush of memories suddenly overtook you.

The dream had changed. You were no longer a Pirate Queen, but a siren living in an underwater kingdom. This wasn’t just any kingdom either, but yours. Once again you found yourself being a queen, and in the moment you wanted to find your king. You got out of bed, remembering how to move about in the water and swimming out of the room. The place around you felt familiar and a bit foreign all at once. It was honestly kind of amazing. A whole underwater world, and you could traverse it with ease. You swam down the halls, admiring your surroundings until you were interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Y/n, I was just about to go wake you.”

“Sangyeon.”

Before you knew it Sangyeon had pulled you into a hug, the two of you spinning around a bit. You hadn’t really noticed how the water engulfing you was cold, not until you were in Sangyeon’s embrace and feeling his warmth. You nuzzled against him as his voice spoke in your mind, telepathy being your main form of communication.

“Good morning, my dear, did you sleep well?”

“I think so.”

“That’s good. How about some sun before breakfast?”

Sangyeon took your hand in his, leading you to another room where the sunlight was shining in. You swam to meet it, breaking the surface and taking in a breath of fresh air. This place you called home was mostly deep underwater, but a room or two opened up to allow sunlight. It was always nice to feel the warm sun on your skin and breathe in the morning air, but there were plenty of things to do today. Sangyeon kept his arms wrapped around you, enjoying the sounds of nature.

“Is everything ready for tomorrow?”

“My love, this day has only just begun, and you’re already worried about tomorrow?”

“It’s important we leave on time in order to make it to the Great King’s banquet. This event is meant to garner peace, if we’re late, it won’t look good on us.”

“I’m aware, but let’s not worry about that just yet. As you know, all essentials are packed, and our guards are prepared to leave at daybreak.” Sangyeon pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I would prefer you stay in the palace, but I don’t think I can change your mind.”

“As your Queen I should accompany you, as this matter pertains to our people, to our entire species. I don’t want you going alone to such an important event.”

“I wouldn’t be alone.”

“Your guards don’t count. Besides, I trust your brother Jacob to watch over the kingdom in our absence. We won’t be gone long anyway.”

“Precisely, I don’t intend for us to stay any longer than necessary. The sooner we return home, the better.”

“And why might that be?” You teased. “There must be something very important here for you.”

“Of course.” Sangyeon began pressing kisses along your neck and shoulder. “My Queen has promised me an heir, and I am eager to fulfill her desires.”

“Shall you indulge me now? I doubt you’d have time later.”

“If you’d allow me to have you.”

“Hm… you’re such a good boy for asking, and you should be rewarded for that.”

Those words were enough for Sangyeon. He leaned in for a kiss before pulling you to the water’s edge. Despite your home being down into the depths of the sea, you had a little place on land where you could relax and partake in other activities. With ease Sangyeon got you out of the water and onto the dock nearby. The two of you wrapped in each other’s arms, dancing into the building and kissing along the way. You both knew this place well, but Sangyeon was the one leading you to the bedroom. Neither one of you cared about the water trail, or the fact you’d end up soaking the bed sheets. His warm lips were welcomed on every inch of your skin. It wasn’t long before Sangyeon pinned you to the bed. His kisses were trailing down your body as he pushed aside your clothes, but you stopped him, cupping his face in your hands.

“Sing for me. Make me lose my mind in love.”

“Anything for you.”

Sangyeon stole a deep kiss from you before a beautiful melody filled your ears. An indescribable warmth spread across you as if you were being embraced by love itself. You knew Sangyeon had such a beautiful voice, and every time you got to hear it was a blessing. As you melted into his song your hands reached to undress him, wanting to run your fingers along his skin. You don’t know when Sangyeon stopped singing, but soon enough he was kissing you once more, removing your clothes and letting his hands explore the familiar shape of your body. He’d knead your breasts for a moment before going down further, hands on your hips guiding you accordingly before massaging your thighs and pushing your legs apart.

You mewled under his touch, eager to feel him inside of you. His hands dipped between your legs, fingers running along your folds, and rubbing circles against your clit. He knew just what you liked and how to make you feel good, except this time around he had an incentive to do things right. The promise of an heir wasn’t just about his bloodline, but the opportunity to see you filled up with his seed, to see your belly swell with the product of his love. He wanted to see his beautiful queen carry life itself, and he wanted to do right by you. Yet his own instincts could still override his good intentions. Whenever he had you splayed out like this before him, he just became so infatuated with everything about you.

His fingers worked you over fast and well, stretching you out and preparing you for him. You just had to lay back and enjoy yourself. Let the sounds of pleasure spill out of your mouth as encouragement and affirmation that he was doing well. Although you had a moment of clarity as you felt something big rubbing along the folds of your center. Sangyeon wasn’t human, despite his anatomy being similar, there were some differences, and his cock was no exception. It was big, with ridges along his length, and you began drooling at the thought. You’d get to feel all of him soon enough and you couldn’t wait. Desperate whimpers coaxed him to just get in you, and he was happy to comply. Your hands clawed at his back as he pushed into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head..

“Fuck, Sangyeon… good… so good…”

“I only put it in, love, you’re so happy with me already?”

“… hm…”

“You ready?”

“… yes, please…”

Sangyeon pressed a gentle kiss against your lips as he slowly started rocking into you. He loved to build up your orgasm, slowly getting you to the edge and driving you insane. As he moved you could feel every bit of him, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you. He gradually picked up the pace, getting rougher in the process. You didn’t mind it at all, just wanting to give him everything you had. A heat overtook your body, but it was burning down below. Your nails dug into his back as you felt yourself on edge, moaning and trying to let him know you were so close. Once he got the message he pulled your arms away and pinned them over your head, wanting to watch your expressions as he made you cum.

His piercing gaze was all you could make out as you climaxed, desperately wanting to touch him, but unable to. He happily watched you squirm beneath him, thrusting his hips to take advantage of your sensitive state. Since you were squeezing him so nicely it wasn’t long before he reached his own high, leaning over you to hold you as he desperately tried to fill you up to the brim. You kissed him deeply while in your own haze, loving the faces he made too. While you both came down you remained connected, lying against the messy bed sheets. You ran your fingers through his hair, humming happily. Sangyeon placed lazy kisses on your chest, getting up a bit so he could kiss your belly.

“Shall I continue?”

“Hm… I’d love that, but we have a banquet to prepare for.”

“I already told you-”

“I’m talking about ours, love. The banquet to send us off and make sure the kingdom is in good hands while we’re away.”

“Right… can’t it wait?”

“Another round will turn into two, into three, let’s be responsible while we’re both still in our right minds.”

“Fine, but when we return…”

“Oh, yes, I’ll look forward to it.”

The two of you shared one last kiss before Sangyeon got off of you, going to wash up a bit before going back. You stayed in bed for a while longer, moving your limbs and mentally preparing yourself for what came next. Being a queen was quite a lot of work. After cleaning up, Sangyeon placed a kiss on your head and excused himself first. You’d need more time and also planned to clean up your little getaway place. When you had finished that you dove back into the water, feeling refreshed. Thankfully this banquet wasn’t any major celebration or tradition, just a gathering of the people to wish you well and see you off. The Great King’s banquet would surely be more extravagant, and you were honestly quite excited.

There was no need to go to the mainland, but a trip like this would be one to remember. Sangyeon had his own duties to attend to, and you went to perform yours. It was already noon by the time you got to the banquet hall, seeing that the last of the decor was being set up. Satisfied with that you went to check on the food, seeing the beautiful display before you, and stealing a few bites. You wanted to check on other things, but someone reminded you that guests would be arriving soon and you needed to change. You didn’t want to wear anything too fancy, but there were still plenty of things to wear and look good. The night was going to be long, so you wanted to be comfortable as well. Once you were ready you went to greet guests, and eventually Sangyeon joined you.

He assured you things were all ready on his end, and told you to just enjoy the evening. That’s exactly what you planned to do. After a majority of guests were present, you and Sangyeon mingled with them. You shared drinks and tales, making a toast later into the night, thanking everyone for their presence and talking about what came next. It was an honor to be invited by the Great King, and it was your duty to accept his invitation. The king and queen would only be away from home for a while, and prince Jacob would watch over things in your absence. No one seemed worried, the princes did well to uphold their own duties, so any of them could be trusted with this, although the responsibility did fall onto the oldest.

When things go quiet, the festivities winding down, you found yourself slow dancing with Sangyeon. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, resting your head on his chest. Socializing could be quite exhausting, and you were feeling it now. You were somewhat falling asleep which didn’t go unnoticed. Sangyeon placed soft kisses on your cheek, tickling you and getting your attention. It was late and you both had an early morning, so it was probably best to turn in for the night. Sangyeon took the initiative to say good night and carry you back to the bedroom. You tried to stay awake, but you were already slipping into slumber. You couldn’t even undress yourself properly, Sangyeon helping you out.

“Alright, love, you can rest easy now.”

You cuddled Sangyeon as you fell asleep, hoping to rest well. Once again this was where you thought the dream would end, yet it wasn’t. You closed your eyes, and within seconds you felt someone shaking you awake. You groggily opened your eyes, slowly making out Sangyeon’s face at your side. He had such a warm smile on his face, looking at you lovingly. You couldn’t help but return the smile even in your drowsy state.

“Is it morning already?”

“Yes. I let you sleep in, but it’s about time we get going.”

“You should have just woken me sooner.”

“But you look so cute in bed.”

“Thank you, my love.”

“You’re more than welcome to rest some more while we’re on the move.”

“No, no. I’d rather not fall asleep in the water and wake up on land. It’d be quite jarring.”

“Alright then, up you go.”

Sangyeon helped you out of bed. Everything had been prepared and packed beforehand so you just needed to dress and get on the move. The journey to the mainland wasn’t a long one, so by the time the sun was at its highest peak you surfaced. Immediately you could sense a difference in the air. You welcomed it and saw to shore, getting your feet onto the sandy beach.

“This is very nice. I can’t remember the last time I came to the mainland.”

“Just be careful, this world is different from ours.”

“I know.”

Only certain guards could come with as not all of your kind can actually survive on the mainland. You basked in the sun for a while before helping your items, even if Sangyeon insisted you didn’t need to do such things.

“It’s alright, I can-”

The sudden roar of thunder interrupted your words. In an instant the clear skies were gone, replaced by storm clouds. The peaceful atmosphere was blown away by the strong winds, and you could see rough waves forming. A storm like this had no real effect when you were underwater, but that wasn’t the case for time.

“Sangyeon!”

You had to scream his name to be heard, but even then it was faint. The crashing waves were making it difficult to stand, but you wanted to get to Sangyeon. Yet the nearest guard grabbed you, pulling you along to the mainland. It wasn’t safe to go into the water. They had good intentions, but fate had other plans. Lightning struck the water near you, sending a shock through your body and the guard, the two of you collapsing. Next thing you knew a wave came crashing over you with enough force to slam your head against the ground, snapping your world to black.

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You woke with a cry, immediately grabbing your head and trying to catch your breath. Despite everything you didn’t feel any pain, but then you began to realize something was off. You looked down at your hand, seeing that it was normal, no webbed fingers or scales. Not to mention your senses were all over the place. The smells in the room were strong, and you could hear noises just beyond the door. As you were processing all of this you felt the bed shift beneath you, finally becoming aware of the body lying next to you.

“… hm… what’s wrong, little one? Bad dream?”

“I… I…”

“Sh, it’s okay, it’s okay, alpha’s got you.”

The person next to you got up, and for a moment you could see their face before they pulled you in for a hug. You were still processing so you didn’t react much, not until you picked up on their scent. The soothing smells of summer filled your nostrils, helping you ease your worries. Instinctively you snuggled against this person, wanting more of this wonderful scent, and that was enough to trigger the memories. The dream had changed once more. You were no longer a siren queen living deep in the sea, but a werewolf, mated and living with an amazing pack. That wasn’t all though, every wolf had its own status, and you were an omega. The person hugging you and helping you calm down was Chan, your mate.

“You’re safe here, everything’s okay.”

You whimpered and cuddled against Chan, your previous panic and confusion fading away. He was half awake when he first pulled you close, but now that he properly picked up on your scent he was properly awake. He kissed your head, rubbing circles on your back. Once he felt you were better he pulled back a bit, cupping your face so he could meet your eyes.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No…” You shook your head. “It’s already faded…”

“It’s for the best. My little one has nothing to be afraid of.”

Chan kissed your head and laid back down with you, although you didn’t want to go back to sleep. He wasn’t gonna sleep if you didn’t, so you both stayed awake while cuddling. Chan’s arms were wrapped around you, and you focused on his heartbeat, letting it sooth you.

“Are you stressed out about the banquet?” Chan asked. “Since I’ll be gone for a while?”

“Hm… why can’t I just go with you?”

“I want my omega to be safe, and the safest place for you is with the pack.”

“… I don’t want you going alone…”

“I won’t be alone. You know Changbin and Jeongin are coming with me.”

“Then why not me?”

“We’ve been over this before my little one, there will be lots of people, from all walks of life. All those scents mingling together would end up overwhelming you. I don’t want you getting scared and going through a hard time.” Chan kissed your head again. “I promise to take good care of you before I leave.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’ll see.”

Chan leaned in to place a kiss on your cheek, reaching over to the nightstand to check his phone. By now the sun was up and it was probably best to start the day. Even though he told you to stay in bed and rest some more you wanted to get up as well. So you followed him to the kitchen, helping prepare breakfast. One by one the rest of the pack members woke up and came to the kitchen. Some helped prepare the table, and others just lounged around. By the time food was served everyone was present and wide awake. You of course sat next to Chan, having Jisung on your other side.

“We’re leaving tomorrow, aren’t we?” Changbin asked.

“Yes, but let’s not talk about that.” Chan answered. “Let’s focus on something else.”

“Aren’t you intrigued by this whole thing?” Hyunjin added. “The Great King is holding a banquet and inviting all the other kings. Supposedly to make a peace deal.”

“I don’t get what’s so great about him.” Seungmin commented. “He’s only human. Compared to the rest of us, he’s pretty weak.”

“No wonder he wants to talk peace.” Minho said. “If conflict breaks out, he wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Things have been peaceful anyway.” Felix continued. “Why hold a banquet about it?”

“Probably to discuss things and make sure it lasts.” Jisung stated. “All the kings will likely sign a peace treaty. It’s not a bad idea.”

“I’m with Hyunjin though.” Jeongin mentioned. “This whole banquet is still weird, but I’m not the alpha here.”

You were only half listening to the conversation going on around you. Truth was your mind was wandering to other things. You swear you’ve never had a dream this long, or this dirty, but the fact this is where you were now, it made you shiver. You’ve read plenty of stories about pack dynamics, and as an omega you had quite the stamina, not to mention you were mated too. You gave a side glance to Chan, who was throwing glares at his pack to stop talking about the banquet, just wondering what he was like in bed. Usually you could have these thoughts in peace and keep them to yourself, but you had forgotten just how sensitive an omega really was, and how scents worked. So it wasn’t long before Chan turned to you with a cocky look on his face, raising his brows.

“Is my little one suddenly in a mood?”

“… huh? Oh! No, no, I’m fine…”

You felt your face burning and turned away, feeling the other knowing eyes on you. This was insanely embarrassing, and all you wanted to do was get up and run, but Chan put a hand on your leg.

“I need you to eat first little one, then we can get to other things.”

“… okay…”

You kept your head down, quietly eating and trying to focus your mind on other things, even though you had already been exposed.

“Cute.”

After breakfast you quickly retreated to the bedroom, wanting to hide in the bathroom and scold yourself for thinking such things in their presence. If Chan wasn’t the way he was you’d probably be pinned to the breakfast table by now, taking on the whole pack. You decided to run a bath, warming up the water before getting in. This was really soothing and nice, you nearly fell asleep until a knock at the door interrupted you.

“Do you want some company?”

Chan peeked his head in, a big smile on his face. You held out your hand to him and he happily stepped in, getting out of his clothes. The tub was big enough for two so there was no issue with him getting in. Soon enough he had you resting between your legs, the both of you just relaxing.

“Feeling better?”

“Don’t talk about that…”

“Come on, don’t be shy, you know it’s perfectly normal.”

“But the others-”

“They won’t do anything. They know you’re my mate, and I’m not sharing.”

Chan placed soft kisses on your cheek, trailing down your neck. You didn’t stop him, instead leaning away so he had access to more of you. He chuckled over your actions, nibbling at your ear. Eventually his lips found yours, pulling you into a deep kiss. Then he was getting up, trying to get you both out of the tub.

“We were taking a bath…”

“I know, and we can take one again later. I promised to take care of you before I leave.”

“Is this what you meant?”

“Of course. My little one needs to know she’s well loved before her alpha goes off to fulfill his duties.”

“Or he could just not go…”

“You really don’t want me leaving, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Well, guess I have to love you lots… maybe even make you bedridden.”

“You wouldn’t…”

“Let’s find out.”

Chan did take some time to dry you off a bit before pinning you to the bed. You were already naked so he didn’t have to worry about clothes. His lips trailed down your body, sparking a fire inside you for the night that was to come. You couldn’t help but get excited by his touch and actions alone. Big strong hands explored your body, stimulating you in all the right places. Before you knew it Chan had his face buried between your legs, his tongue working you over and getting in deep. You ran your fingers along his hair, moaning and moving your hips gently. He indulged you for a while before pulling back and grabbing your hips. You whimpered over the lack of touch, but you met his eyes, his predatory gaze making you nervous.

He pressed wet, sloppy, kisses along your belly, moving up before pushing your legs apart and moving you closer to him. You could already see his erection bouncing around, and you wanted it inside you. For a moment you thought to reach down and help, but Chan quickly caught your hand, letting out a low growl. He was in charge, he was the alpha, so all you had to do was take what was given to you. Although he knew what you wanted and wouldn’t keep you waiting much longer. He ran his fingers along your folds, teasing your clit as well before sliding two fingers inside. You were already pretty wet thanks to his cunnilingus earlier, and he was just making sure you could take him.

Chan added a third finger with ease, figuring that was enough prep. He only left you empty for a moment before rubbing the tip of his cock against your center, teasing you a bit more pushing himself. You gripped the bed sheets tightly, mouth hanging open in ecstasy as he split you open for him. He always seemed like too much for you, but you could manage. He moved slowly at first, making sure not to overwhelm you and let you adjust once he was all the way in. You felt like he might tear you apart, but then he started moving, a nice and calm rhythm to let you adjust. Although you were more focused on the waves of pleasure washing over you and making you feel dizzy. It wasn’t just the way you felt, but the scent in the air.

Everything about his being was heightened and you were picking up on all the little things. He was overwhelming and making it so the only thing you were aware of was him, and how good he made you feel. Each thrust rubbed against your sweet spot, only making you all the more crazy. You had moved yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around him, clawing at his back with dull nails. You were already out of breath, vision a blur, and Chan pulled you in for a kiss, stealing what little air you had left. Your body was a raging inferno and you just wanted release, begging and whimpering into the kiss with need. He understood your message very well, moving faster until he pushed you over the edge. You squeezed him so tightly, your entire body shaking in pleasure and ultimately pushing him to climax as well. You could feel something warm inside you, and soon enough it was spilling out of you. In your haze you placed desperate kisses on Chan’s face, practically wanting to bite and eat him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Chan, you’re so good.”

“Yeah, you like that?”

“Like you so much.”

“Good, good.” Chan laid you back down, resting his head on your chest, placing soft kisses on your breasts. “When are you gonna give me pups, hm?”

“Pups… it’s not up to me…”

“Is it not?”

“I can’t get myself pregnant.”

“Easy now, little one.” Chan growled. “If you say things like that… I might just breed you all night, fill you up so good there’s no doubt you’d get pregnant.”

“I like the sound of that…”

“Do you? Can you really handle your alpha so easily?”

“The question is if you can handle me.”

Chan chuckled. “How can you be so cocky when you don’t even have one?”

“I have one inside me.”

“True. So I might as well show you how it works.”

Before you knew it Chan was moving again, making you whimper and grab onto him again. You were still recovering from the last orgasm, but Chan was already working you over to the next one. Your whole body was shaking beneath him, wanting more and more. With every thrust you felt his seed spilling out of you and staining the bed. Things were going to get so messy. Chan kept moving, hands gripping your hips tightly and watching how he moved in and out of you. He wanted to fill you up again and again and really breed you properly. Of course such desire would come through and soon enough he was climaxing again with something more. When you felt it you grabbed Chan’s arms, but he held you still.

“Calm down, didn’t you say you wanted me to breed you?”

“Yeah… but… fuck…”

“You’ve taken my knot before, what’s different this time?”

“… nu… nothing… just so full…”

“You want me to move?” Chan gently rocked back and forth, making you whine. “See, you like it.”

“Chan… fuck… you’re gonna break me…”

“I thought my omega could handle it, was I wrong?”

“No… no… I’m good.”

“Yes you are.”

The two of you kept at it for hours and hours, but eventually had to call it a night. Come morning Chan needed to leave, so he needed to make sure you were clean and resting. He ran another warm bath and washed you up properly, changing the bedsheets and getting you into some clean clothes. He made sure to put a towel over your pillow so your wet hair didn’t make you cold. All you could really remember was blacking out at some point and then slipping in and out of consciousness while he took care of you. Once you were finally situated in bed you cuddled up against him, happily breathing in his scent and listening to his heartbeat. You figured the two of you could sleep peacefully through the night, but something snapped Chan awake.

“Hm… what is it?”

You sleepily rubbed your eyes, seeing that Chan was out of bed and staring out the window. There was some tension in the air, and you didn’t like it at all.

“Chan, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Stay here.”

Without another word Chan left you alone. You weren’t sure what had woken him, but you trusted everything would be alright. That is until the crack of thunder and lightning made you jump. Soon enough rain was pouring down. Now you were starting to worry. You knew a werewolf’s sense got messed up in the rain, and if something was going on Chan could be in trouble. Despite being told to stay you got up and went to look for the others. It didn’t take long to realize they were all out in the storm. Something bad must be happening. You didn’t think twice and grabbed a jacket, going out to search for Chan, for your pack.

“Chan!”

They wouldn’t be able to tell in this weather, but you were scared. Things had been too quiet lately, and Chan had plenty of rivals and enemies. You ran and screamed, hoping to find someone. Instead it was all cut short as lightning struck right where you were. Everything went a bright white before fading to black.

🖤

You screamed awake as the pain of fire igniting on your skin overtook you. Although the sensation was only monetary as you realized you were fine. There were no burn marks on you, and you certainly weren’t out in the woods. You took in some deep breaths, trying to calm yourself and figure out where you were cause this was certainly not home. You didn’t have to wonder for long as a fresh wave of memories took over. You were still dreaming, and now you were a witch living in a castle with her coven, betrothed to the coven leader, Seungcheol. As all this settled in, the door to your chambers opened, a familiar face stepping in.

“Are you alright? I sensed something was off?”

“Not really… just a nightmare…”

“Hm, you usually sleep peacefully through a storm.”

“Storm?”

“There was one last night. Perhaps that disturbed you.”

“Perhaps… I’m fine.”

You got out of bed and went over to hug Seungcheol, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. He chuckled, but that wasn’t satisfying for him. So he pressed his lips to yours.

“Morning, my beloved.”

“Morning. Since you didn’t bring me breakfast I suppose we have to head down.”

“Would you prefer breakfast in bed?”

“I like eating with the coven as well. I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Very well.”

Seungcheol let you freshen up and once you were good you made your way down to the dining hall. The smell of food filled the air and your stomach growled in response. When you walked in, all the others in the room greeted you. The atmosphere was always like this, happy and cheerful. You took your seat next to Seungcheol and started serving yourself.

“You two aren’t seriously going to that banquet, are you?” Dino asked.

“What makes you think we aren’t?” You wondered. “I’m pretty sure we’ve told you before that we are attending. Is there a problem?”

“You know humans are untrustworthy.” Minghao added. “Especially the Great King. This banquet is for some supposed peace talks, yet doesn’t it all seem strange?”

“Talking of peace is strange? This type of mentality is precisely why such a banquet should be held. All the other kings are invited, and we’re not truly enemies.”

Your mind couldn’t but wander as you said that. You knew the other kings, images came to mind although you hadn’t truly met them, or at least the matter was complicated in a way you couldn’t explain.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Hm? Yes.” Seungcheol snapped you out of your head. “I’m fine. Let’s just eat. We can talk about the important matters la-”

“You shouldn’t go.” Hoshi added. “I have a bad feeling about it.”

“We already agreed.” Seungcheol stated. “So enough about this. Only y/n and I are attending.”

“I say y/n should stay.” Wonwoo mentioned. “We don’t need both our coven leaders away from home.”

“It’s important we go together.” You said. “All the other kings will be doing the same, except for the wolf king.”

“Hm? How would you know that?” Seungcheol questioned.

“Oh… well, the wolf king’s mate is an omega… I don’t think he’d bring them along given the drastic change in atmosphere. Which is of course understandable.”

“I suppose. Regardless, the discussion ends here. If this comes up again you’ll be muted for a week.”

That seemed to silence everyone so the rest of breakfast could move forward in peace. After that you focused on packing for the journey tomorrow. It would be a short trip to the Great King’s palace, but it was still best to be prepared. Mingyu was helping you, as was Jun until Seungcheol found you, deciding to take over. You were nearly finished and he knew that, so you figured there was an ulterior motive.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“What makes you say that?”

“My beloved we’re witches. Nightmares aren’t just that. What did you dream about?”

“I’m not certain. Things were hazy, but I do recall a powerful storm. I get images of rough waves, a cloudy beach, and drenched woods, but I don’t know if it means anything. Like you said we had a storm last night. The sounds of nature could have merely influenced my dreams. Do you think this is some sort of ominous sign?”

“It would be foolish to completely dismiss the idea. Even if I didn’t allow the conversation to continue, the coven is right to worry about this banquet. The Great King hasn’t always been merciful to inhuman individuals.”

“You think this is some sort of trap?”

“I want to give him the benefit of the doubt. There hasn’t been a war here, and for him to invite all the kings to his home, it leaves him vulnerable. So far I see this all as a gesture of good will, but if we truly let our guard down, we could be in real trouble.”

“Then let’s not worry about the what-ifs for now, and just go with open minds and thoughts of securing peace. This is a big step for the kingdoms.”

“Indeed.” Seungcheol pulled you close for a kiss. “Perhaps I just need to relax. Do you think you can help me with that?”

“Hm, is this really a good idea?”

“Better to let it all out now before we’re in foreign land. It might be disrespectful, and dangerous.”

“Dangerous?”

“Magic runs wild when you lose control of your emotions. Our home is built to handle that.”

“True.”

In the blink of an eye you were back in your bedroom, Seungcheol pinning you to the wall as his lips devoured yours and then moved down your neck. His hands were already helping you undress, wanting to get all this fabric out of the way. You returned the favor, reaching for his pants and unbuttoning them, then focusing on his shirt. You could probably snap away each other’s clothes, or rip them up with ease, but this was always more fun. You got to see how eager the other one was. Once exposed his kisses kept trailing down until he was down on his knees pushing your legs apart. You yelled as you felt him lapping at your core, sucking on your clit and making you desperate with need. You held on to fistsfull of his hair, grinding your hips down on his face.

“Fuck, Seungcheol… I… I don’t…”

“Don’t? What does that mean?”

“I want you inside me, this is just foreplay, right?”

You looked down to meet Seungcheol’s eyes, reaching over to cup his cheek and rub your thumb along his lips, smearing the shine that was your juices from his face. He smiled, taking your thumb into his mouth and sucking on it. He teased you for a bit before grabbing your arm and kissing it, moving up and standing and giving you a taste of yourself. Then his hands were on your hips, lifting off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and feeling his erection rubbing against your center. He wasn’t going to keep you waiting much longer, positioning himself properly before slowly rocking into you, watching your face contort in pleasure as he made you feel every inch of him. He held you in place for a moment before he started thrusting, shoving you against the wall over and over again.

You didn’t mind the pain, more focused on the good stuff at the moment. You kept your arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him in between moans, and fumbling out words of praise. He always treated you right and indulged you in such creative ways. He also knew just how to move in order to hit your sweet spot everytime. You held out as you felt the heat building, pressing your head against Seungcheol and watching his expressions as he took care of you. He stole a few kisses from you before pushing you over the edge, making your mouth hang open in ecstasy as you rode him through your high. He kept going even as you shook, achieving his own orgasm and holding you tightly.

You both stayed put for a moment before Seungcheol moved you to the bed, laying you down and stealing your breath. He placed lazy kisses on your neck, leaving a few hickeys along the way. You knew that was only the start of your games, running your hands along Seungcheol’s sweaty hair. The others knew better than to interrupt you, and probably figured out what was going on real quick. Although you two couldn’t keep busy all day as there were still things to do. For you, the trip to the Great King’s palace would be a short one, so you had no intention of leaving until tomorrow morning. So this day would be relatively normal and it ended with you and Seungcheol in bed together.

The next day you woke first, having these jitters that didn’t really let you sleep. Still, there were more important things to focus on right now. You were careful not to wake Seungcheol and went to check on everything. You both had packed a few bags to take with you, something you could both easily carry. There was no plan to make a grand entrance, so you kept things simple. Around breakfast time Seungcheol was up and making sure you were ready to go. You stayed to eat with the coven before they saw you off. You and Seungcheol went away from the castle to one of the clearings near you. The two of you held hands and Seungcheol cast the teleportation spell. In seconds your surroundings changed, and you were elsewhere.

“Let’s go, the palace is this way.”

You walked inland, soon enough coming to the area surroundings the palace. It was a beautiful town, and since it was still early there weren’t that many people present.

“I forgot how wonderful this place was.”

“You’ve been here before?”

“Back when I believed I was human, I would visit this place often. I can’t really remember how long it’s been.”

“We could stay a while longer. After the banquet that is.”

“It’s alright. I’d rather return to the coven. They’d certainly cause trouble if we were away for too long.”

You made your way through the town and arrived at the palace doors. The guards greeted you and checked you in, servants assisting you with your bags. You were shown to your rooms, and were informed that you were the last of the guests to arrive. You already knew that would be the case, but were glad to know the other kings had made it. The servants let you settle into the room. You had a nice view, and the bed seemed soft, but you two had already promised to behave on this trip. A while later some drinks and snacks were delivered, although Seungcheol was informed that the Great King wishes to speak with him, alone.

“I’ll be back shortly. Stay out of trouble.”

“I should be saying that.”

Seungcheol pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before leaving. You powered yourself a drink and took a bite of the snacks, heading over to the window with your glass in hand. Being away from home was nice in a sense, so you should enjoy these quiet moments. You drank as you stared down at the courtyard, but after a moment your vision got hazy. You thought maybe it was momentary, but it didn’t seem to be getting better. Your legs suddenly felt weak, and you didn’t feel good at all. You dropped the glass in your hand, grabbing your head and trying to move while the world was spinning. You needed to find Seungcheol, but when you took a step you collapsed to your knees. You thought to yell but you weren’t sure your voice was working. What you wanted to do was cast a spell to summon Seungcheol, but you had no strength and your magic wasn’t working right. Instead you collapsed to the ground, everything slowly growing dark.

🖤

When you regained consciousness you found yourself somewhere rather grim. It wasn’t hard to realize you were chained up and locked in a cell. Your first instinct was to use magic, but you couldn’t access it at the moment. You noticed the cuffs on your wrist had markings that prevented you from using magic. So whoever had done this to you knew what they were doing. You thought you were alone until you heard other chains rattling. You crawled towards the cell door, seeing others in cages, and that’s when everything started to hurt. You saw three other girls in chains just like you. They were familiar, they were you, yet they weren’t, and all this made your head spin. You screamed and tried to make sense of the pressure building in your head, but your actions alerted the guards. Before you knew it two individuals were in your cell, and one of them was forcing some kind of potion down your throat. Once again darkness was creeping in, and you could do nothing to fight it.

🖤

Seungcheol followed the servant down to what he presumed to be the main hall. When he arrived the servant opened the door and gestured for him to enter. Seungcheol thanked them and headed inside. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but what he found was intriguing. The Great King sat upon his throne, and before him at a table three others were sat with one chair empty. It only took a moment for Seungcheol to realize they were the other kings, and none of them looked happy. It seemed that talks of peace were going to be difficult.

“Apologies for arriving late.”

“Don’t say stupid shit like that.” Hongjoong snapped under his breath.

“Do have a seat.” The Great King spoke. “We have much to discuss.”

Seungcheol didn’t like the tension in the air, but such a thing was to be expected. All five kings gathered like this, it was a first.

“As you all know, I’ve invited you here to talk about peace. I know we’ve been on good terms as of late, but we need something more. A proper pact to be honored. So let us discuss what we can all do to contribute and maintain peace among our kingdoms.”

The room fell silent, and Seungcheol was starting to pick up on some negative energy. There was something he was missing here.

“I see we all understand the situation.” The Great King stated. “That’s good. I have a peace treaty for you all to sign that outlines our terms of agreement.”

“Sign?” Seungcheol questioned. “We’re here to discuss, aren’t we?”

“Shut up and sit down.” Sangyeon hissed.

“Are you all seriously just going to agree to whatever he wants?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Of course not! If we want peace in our kingdoms then-”

“Where is she!?” Chan suddenly roared, slamming his fists on the table and glaring at the Great King. “I want to see her before I sign anything!”

“What… what are you talking about?” Seungcheol questioned.

“You really are late to the party, aren’t you?” Chan scoffed. “Where’s your girl, huh? You think she’s safe and sound somewhere?”

“What-”

“Calm down, everyone.” The Great King interrupted. “Perhaps a demonstration as a show of good will.”

Seungcheol still wasn’t sure what was going on, but he soon got answers. Another door in the hall opened up, and the sounds of chains filled the room. Four girls were dragged in and Seungcheol quickly recognized you. It wasn’t difficult to figure out who the other three were, and now he understood what was really going on.

“What is the meaning of this!”

“It’s simple, I assure you.” The Great King said. “You agree to my terms, and I won’t kill your queens. If you refuse, you can watch them die today.”

“If you dare to harm my queen I’ll shoot your brains out.” Hongjoong yelled.

“Showing your cards like this isn’t in your best interest.” Sangyeon added. “If you kill them, you’d start a war, a war you’d lose as we’re all right here.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have much power here. I took all the necessary precautions thanks to my consulting witch. My palace has plenty of devices in place to weaken you, so trying to kill me won’t be as easy as you think.” The Great King smiled. “Shall we discuss how you all walk away from this without shedding blood?”

“What do you want?” Chan spat.

“Not too much. For starters, in such a world, there should only be one true king.”

“Let me guess, that’s gonna be you?”

“Precisely. As the only king you all serve under me. You each have exemplary abilities which can be put to good use for the benefit of the people.”

“You mean humans?” Sangyeon mentioned. “You want to be all high and mighty, claiming your people are better?”

“I want peace, and this is a great way to guarantee it.”

“What about the girls?” Hongjoong questioned. “What happens to them?”

“They shall stay with me, as guests and collateral. I need to be certain you’ll fall in line, but don’t worry, you will be allowed visitations.”

“You’re so dead for this, fucker!”

🖤

You inhaled sharply as you regained consciousness, unable to make sense of anything before a bunch of images flashed before your eyes. All of a sudden you were on a boat, then a beach, then out in the woods, a terrible storm raging across all the scenery. Then a strike of lightning revealed a hidden figure. You knew nothing about them, but you could see the magic they were performing. This all came to you at once, making your head feel like it was splitting open, then clarity hit you. The convulsing had stopped and you could calm your breathing, slowly returning to the present and being able to take in your surroundings. You heard your name being called out over and over, searching for the source and seeing a blurry figure being held back by more guards.

“… seungcheol…”

“What did you do to her!?”

“I’ve done nothing to harm your little witch.” The Great King informed. “This has nothing to do with me.”

You slowly sat up, looking around and seeing the other girls. They were chained up and somewhat out of it, similar to you. As your gaze shifted around the room you noticed someone by a throne, then Seungcheol with three other boys. In an instant you put names to faces, and then everything clicked in your mind. You couldn’t help it and started laughing. Silence fell and all eyes were on you.

“… you’re so stupid… oh Great King…”

“You wretched witch! Watch your tongue!”

“… you hate those who aren’t human, yet you seek a witch out to help you with this… this plan of yours…?” You giggled. “You should have found someone better…”

“Shut-”

“You think just any witch can pull off such a spell!? To command mother nature and kidnap people! There are too many variables outside your control!”

“It worked just fine, don’t you think?”

“Did it? Sure you may have gotten the other girls, but me? No, you dared to use magic on another witch and failed miserably, do you know what that leads to?”

“You still wound up right where you were supposed to be. I don’t see a problem.”

“Yet there is one. A poor innocent soul plucked from who knows where and dragged into the spell and consequently brought into this world! These aren’t visions… I’m seeing what she had seen after body jumping…”

“Now you’re speaking nonsense, but this doesn’t pertain to you.”

As you put all the pieces together you looked down at yourself. You were you, but there was someone else too, someone who didn’t belong, and someone who had experienced a lot more than just one life. Although that wasn’t your priority right now. Even if your magic was blocked, you’d still be able to sense it. That’s when you realized one of the guards keeping an eye on you was actually a magic user. The king’s witch just pretending to blend in. If you could get to them you could deal with this whole mess, but you needed power first. You took a look at your chains once more, the marks were textbook, but the caster was still an amateur. With enough power you could break yourself free, but the question was how would you get it. You tried to think when the idea finally hit you, and you looked at the other girls.

Even though you had not met prior to this, there was now something that connected you all. The lingering soul had been with all of you, so it tied you together. Through this bond it was possible to harness power. Every living creature had magic, some more than others. You met the eyes of the other girls, pleading and mouthing help. They seemed to understand what you were asking, and they all nodded their heads. You glanced back at the boys, seeing them arguing and being held back by guards. This was going to take a lot out of you and the girls, but something had to be done. You shut your eyes tightly and began muttering a spell under your breath. Now that you knew what was going on you focused inward, to the soul sharing your body, and from them reaching out to the others.

Such a spell wasn’t easy, nor was it kind. As the spell began to work the other girls collapsed, whimpering and thrashing around, drawing attention. You wouldn’t stop though, feeling your power surging, and then the chains that held you shattered. You quickly jumped into action and attacked the fake guard, pinning them to the ground. You ripped through their armor with ease and plunged your hand into their chest, grabbing hold of their heart and ripping it out. Among witches it was looked down to use your magic against one another, and such a transgression was best met with death. With the treacherous witch dying by your hands you absorbed their power, sensing all the markings that decorated the castle and destroying them all in one swift motion.

Now there were no limitations, and only death would follow. Of course performing all this magic wasn’t without consequence. You noticed blood dripping down your nose, and you felt yourself grow weary. You collapsed next to the corpse you had created, hearing roars and gunshots in the air. You trusted Seungcheol and the others to handle things, hoping that when you opened your eyes again things would be alright.

🖤

“… y/n… y/n… can you hear me…?”

You groaned as you began to regain consciousness, a metallic smell catching your attention first. As you opened your eyes you were met with a familiar face, offering a lazy smile.

“… seungcheol… did… did we win…?”

Seungcheol chuckled. “Yeah, yeah we won.”

“… good…”

“What you did… how did you do it? What happened?”

“It’s complicated… but everything’s alright now…”

“Yes, yes it is.” Seungcheol looked out at the mess. “Peace has certainly been achieved here. Nothing like coming together to battle a monster to create strong ties.”

“Right…”

Your vision had cleared up a bit and you looked around. There was certainly a mess of bodies and blood, a broken crown among it all. Yet a rather wholesome scene was also before you. The other kings were holding their queens, also having been worried about them. The wolf king was holding his shaking omega, trying to soothe them while assuring them everything was alright and over. The pirate king kept a hand around the waist of his queen, enthusiastically retelling the story of what had just transpired while waving around his weapon. The king of the seas was resting his head against his queen’s chest, her hand petting him softly, words of comfort likely being exchanged. You were in pretty bad shape, but thankfully the effects on them were minimal in comparison. You’d still apologize later.

“Seungcheol… what about the humans?”

“Not our concern right now, but I hope the prince, now king, is more open to an actual discussion of peace.”

There would be a lot to repair after such an ordeal, but for now everyone wanted to go back home. You did as well, but there was something else that needed to be done first. When you had enough strength you went up to each pair of kings and queens, offering an apology for your actions, as well as thanks. Despite it all you had another favor to ask of the girls, and they all seemed to know what you meant without explaining. The four of you gathered outside the palace, out in the woods away from prying eyes. The boys were around, watching, but they made it very clear if something bad happened they would act.

“This time of magic requires a lot of power, but I need you all because this soul connects us and we need to send them home.”

You all held hands, and then you began the incantation. You could feel this power coursing through all of you, flowing perfectly and moving away from your bodies. Things had been quiet, but as the spell began the sky changed. Storm clouds rolled in followed by thunder and lightning. In a matter of moments rain poured down, but it was all according to plan.

“Thank you.”

🖤

You jumped up in bed, hands on your chest as you tried to steady your breathing. You looked around and finally found yourself back in your room, back in the real world. You grabbed your head, wondering what had just happened to you. Then you noticed the book next to you, picking it up. The last thing you remembered was reading while a storm raged on outside. You looked out the window and saw that the storm had passed, daylight creeping in.

“… was it all just a dream…?”

You really couldn’t help but wonder what had just happened, but you didn’t want it to fade. You quickly got up and found a notebook and pen, starting to write. Dream or not, such a story had to be told.

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WIP... Thursday... technically...

Thank you for the people who have continued to tag me and loop me into the WIP Wednesday things! Namely @kookaburra1701 @ladytanithia and @unironicallytes I haven't had a whole lot to offer recently but, maaaaan I actually have been working on something. Picking up "As the Crow Flies" again nearly two years later lol.

I missed the tag round this time, but hey, if you want to participate in WIP Thursday, I tag @greyborn2 @bosmerblood @snowy-weather

“You’ve been awfully secretive these past few days,” said Urag over dinner. “What are you up to?”

“Me?” Enthir pointed to himself with feigned innocence.

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Enthir threw a chunk of potato across the table. It bounced off of Urag’s nose, making him flinch, and fell onto his plate.

“Don’t start things you can’t finish, you fetcher,” Urag threatened with a scowl.

Enthir just smiled, took a swig of his ale. “I’ll tell you what I’ve been up to soon, I promise. I just need to make sure I’ve got all my horkers in a row.”

Urag gave him a long, hard look, one brow still raised skeptically. “Alright. I’ll hold you to that.”

–

Meridia came to Enthir in a dream.

She was formless; a being made of pure light. Her voice was androgynous with a stern, commanding edge that pierced the veil of his dreams like a glass arrow. When she spoke to him, he felt the vibrations of her words like the crash of thunder outside his room. He woke in a cold sweat, pulse thudding in his throat. He threw back the covers of his bed and went to his desk, grabbing the nearest piece of paper to write down what he could recall:

“I ask that you spread my light through Tamriel, freely and generously. Promise me this, mortal, and the power of the charm is yours to wield.”

Enthir re-read his own writing as waking reality settled around him and his heart rate returned to normal. It felt like a riddle more than a pact. He wasn’t sure what ‘spreading her light’ meant, exactly. He pulled open his desk drawer and retrieved the Opal Charm, still sealed in the silk bag. He turned it over in his hand, pushing his finger into the opening of the pouch and allowing some of the blinding light to slip through. When he returned to bed, he placed the charm under his pillow, nervousness thrumming through his body.

“I will release the charm back into the world after I have made use of it,” he said into the darkness of his room. The sound of his own quivering voice unsettled him, his affect overly formal. “I shall do this freely, and without exchange of gold.” He swallowed, took a deep breath. “After such time, our connection will be severed, and I shall owe you no further service.”

It took longer than he would have liked to fall back asleep, his mind thrumming with fears and regrets that battered against his resolve. When at last he slept, upon waking the next morning he could barely recall if he’d dreamed once more, but the echo of Meridia’s voice lingered. Her final words to him were simple. Overly so.

“I accept.”

#topsy writes #wip #skyrim fanfiction #enthir #urag gro shub #daedric prince #meridia

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cobaltperun · 11 months ago

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Woe out the Storm (18 - 1.5 finale) - I Would Just Give Up My Life

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn

Story masterlist / First Part / Previous Part

Word count: 2.3k (Short, but I don't want to drag it out.)

-I walk alone to find my way, give me something to carry on-

You were still, torturously still and Wednesday thought she’d enjoy almost any kind of torture. She never wanted to be tortured like this again. Watching you just barely breathing, bandaged up and your heartbeat frighteningly slow, just barely a third of what was normal, as if it was no longer an unconscious thing a body did, like breathing, but a conscious effort, even while sleeping.

Enid came in with Thing and her mother. Lurch picked her up after she insisted on coming here. “Wednesday? How is she?” she asked, though Wednesday didn’t look away from you.

“Stable,” she replied, moving her hand back so they wouldn’t see she’s been holding your hand for a long time now.

“She is strong, she’ll recover,” her mother told her, prompting a nod from Wednesday.

Thing jumped onto her shoulder and tapped, pointing out how often she’s been by your side lately, and then, the teasing, traitorous limb that he is, he jumped off and scurried to her mother before she could grab him.

So, Wednesday just glared at him, it wasn’t worth chasing him.

At least he didn’t spill that she slept in your bed, and he didn’t know the two of you slept in the same bed the night he was stabbed.

“She’ll recover but,” Enid paused, sniffling and Wednesday knew what she wanted to say before she even continued. “She lost her dad, and like this,” she finished and Wednesday agreed.

And then there was your mother. No one contacted her yet, Enid was terrified to do so, and they plain and simple didn’t know the woman. And as stable as you were they still wanted to wait until you were awake.

~X~

You woke up in a dark room, lit only by a couple of candles. The pain, at least the physical part of it, was mostly gone. Probably due to the medicine. You vaguely remembered what happened while you were in your beast form, shifting, roaring at the skies. Then digging up that hole for your dad and just lying down next to his body.

You weren’t sure how long you spent like that, but Wednesday came, and then she hugged you, and her family came as well. It all felt like a dream, but you remembered it. Maybe not everything, but you remembered most of it. You remembered the trust, feeling of safety and faith that they wouldn’t harm you, or do something to your dad’s body.

Being Wednesday’s family gave them a right to do a lot more than nearly anyone could.

You looked to the side, at Wednesday lying next to you, firmly holding your left hand and wrist on her pillow. You sighed softly, turning onto your side and brushing a few strands of her hair from her face.

She didn’t wake up, she barely even reacted, by actually leaning closer to you. Just how tired was she? If you had to guess you’d say she hasn’t slept in days, since ride alone would take almost ten hours in one direction. And she fell asleep next to you, clutching at your hand and wrist, exactly where she could feel your pulse.

Your eyes softened and for a moment you felt at ease, right there, in what you assumed was her room, in her childhood bed, a room filled with books, predictably black and gothic, and her sleeping peacefully as you caressed her cheek. You looked to her nightstand drawer and saw the knife she gave you there. You still had it. You didn’t have anything else, but you still had that.

You remembered everything, the almost kiss, the look in her eyes. She loved you back, but right now… You just weren’t ready. Not even to talk about how you hurt her by forgetting about your almost kiss. “I’m sorry I forgot something so important,” you still whispered, pulling your left hand closer and kissing the back of her hand. “I promise I’ll make up for it, for the rest of my life if you’ll let me, I just need a bit of time,” you told her, even though she still slept, and then, slowly and carefully, to avoid waking Wednesday up and aggravating your wounds, you managed to get up and step outside her room.

~X~

Wednesday opened her eyes and looked at the back of her hand, her heart slamming against her chest like a wrecking ball. You remembered? The night you almost kissed? That had to be what you were talking about. And you’d make up for forgetting it for the rest of your life? It was almost too much for her right now. Too many emotions, too many things she wasn’t used to. The sensation of your lips against her skin. She would give you all the time you need, she’d wait.

No matter how long it takes, and as much as she wished to get up and follow you, to make sure you were fine, she couldn’t do it now. You needed space, and she’d give it to you.

~X~

Wednesday’s house was huge, absurdly so, but you managed to find the stairs and go down, hoping to get some air. Halfway down the stairs you leaned sideway against the wall, clutching at your chest. Your heart wasn’t beating fast enough.

Of course, you died for a bit, likely revived by your dad’s lightning. You focused on your heart, focused on the heartbeat, on speeding it up, at least for a while you’d have to make a conscious effort to keep it beating, because your dad didn’t restart your heart, he just made your brain do it manually. A few days of paying attention to your heartbeat felt like a small price to pay for still being alive.

“Y/N, you’re awake,” you heard a soft, graceful voice and looked back to see Morticia standing at the top of the stairs.

You nodded. “Mrs. Addams, I’m sorry about causing trouble,” you were grateful, but you still felt the need to apologize.

The woman just gently shook her head. You knew she wasn’t a lot like Wednesday, that sure, they shared some traits, but Morticia was absolutely more in tune with her emotions. Much gentler, without losing her fierceness. Yet not once did you think Wednesday should be more like Morticia, Wednesday was Wednesday. “Nonsense, darling, you are welcome here, and please just call me Morticia. Come, join me. Gomez is finishing preparations for Elijah’s funeral, if you agree to bury him here,” that took you by surprise.

You vaguely remembered Gomez speaking to you, but you failed to completely understand him. If your dad could be buried here you would be grateful. “I’m not sure if I can ask for something like that,” you said as you followed her down the stairs and outside the huge mansion. It was easy to spot the graveyard near the mansion.

“You most certainly can. Elijah and Gomez were best friends, and while we weren’t as close, he was always a friend to me as well. And now you hold a special place in our Wednesday’s cold black heart,” she led you through the graveyard and you considered it. There was nowhere else you could bury him and properly mark the grave.

Before you could respond though, you were left speechless. You saw the grave, the tombstone with a majestic bear carved into it, and your dad’s name on it. You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you looked at the casket, at the black wood and white golden details, shaped like lightning on the edges.

“Ah, Tish, Y/N, come, come, I’ve made sure Elijah can have the funeral fitting of the man he was in life,” Gomez ushered you closer, showing you all the intricate details he put effort in. “We weren’t sure if you’d be the one calling your mother or if you’d want us to inform her instead. Everything else is ready,” he told you, patting you on the back in a comforting way.

“I’ll call her, Mr. Addams,” you said, still unable to come up with a response for this gesture. “I can’t put into words how thankful I am,” you bowed your head low to the two of them. “For this,” you motioned toward everything Gomez did. “For letting me stay here and treating my wounds, I-“ you choked up.

“It’s okay, let it all out,” Morticia’s words broke you, and you sobbed your heart out, releasing all the emotions within you, not for a moment worrying that they might judge you for it.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that before your tears dried up and Morticia placed a hand on your back. “Y/N, I know this is abrupt, but, if you ever wish to do so I can let you talk to Elijah, at least for a bit. The wounds on your heart are still fresh, I suggest you wait until they have enough time to decay, but whenever you wish to, now, or later, I’m here to help you with that.”

You could talk to him? You could have that conversation? Tell him you were sorry for everything? You nearly said you wanted to do it now. But Morticia was right, everything was still too fresh, so you nodded. “Thank you, Mrs. Addams,” you failed to correct yourself, and she didn’t correct you, probably knowing much better than you that there would be better times to adjust the way you addressed her and Gomez. “I’ll wait for a bit.”

“Of course,” she nodded, smiling gently at you.

You slowly got up, realizing you were much more exhausted than you thought you’d be. And though you did it slowly you made your way back into the mansion with Morticia and Gomez.

And the moment you stepped inside you were startled by a colorful blur that didn’t fit with the lack of colors in the mansion and a hand colliding with your face.

“Enid, Thing,” you groaned, though it came out muffled because of Thing, just barely staying on your feet.

“You’re awake! OMG! You’re awake!” Enid exclaimed, sobbing into your shirt as you patted her on the back and Thing moved to the top of your head where you gave him a fist bump.

“Yeah, I, I’m awake,” you managed a smile, you were genuinely happy to see the two of them again. You missed them, you thought of them, as well as your mom and Wednesday when you were sure you’d likely die, so seeing them again felt amazing.

Enid separated from you and looked you over, she nodded, satisfied that you were alive and well on your way to recovery. “Thing and I will get Wednesday, right Thing?” Enid smiled at you, though her eyes were still filled with tears.

“Thanks,” you nodded, eager to see her properly, with both of you now awake and fully aware.

~X~

Enid and Thing came to get her, interrupting a rather unproductive writing time. And she followed them down one set of stairs toward the living room.

She watched from the top of the stairs, silent. You were standing there with her parents, with your back turned to the stairs as her mother placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. Now that you were awake you looked normal, though the image she received on her phone overlapped with what she was seeing at the moment. Your body, apparently lifeless, covered in blood, sent to her as a taunt made her clench her fists, her body trembling slightly. Even after knowing you were fine she couldn’t get rid of that image that easily.

“Come on, you’re the one she wants to see the most,” Enid nudged her, and she felt Thing pulling at her pants, but she remained rooted to the top of the stairs. Her cold, dead heart shattering as she thought of what could have happened.

Perhaps you didn’t die for her, but you could have died because of her, because you got involved in this, whatever this even was, for her. She thought Crackstone was the danger she needed to watch out for, that with him gone and you growing much stronger after that night, you managed to avoid the curse.

She was hasty, and she nearly lost you. She inhaled sharply and you abruptly turned your attention toward her, your eyes widening as you saw her.

“Wednesday,” you said her name and it was as if someone broke a curse that kept her rooted to the top of the stairs.

She went down, barely aware that Thing nearly tumbled down the stairs with how suddenly she moved, and she wasn’t sure if she walked down the stairs or ran, but the next thing she knew she was standing in front of you, the bandages peeking out just above your collar making her stop and stare just for a moment.

And then all her defenses came down and she grabbed onto you, tightly, possessively, clutching onto the back of your neck and pulling you down until she felt your breath against the skin of her neck, her other arm keeping you pressed against her body. “Mi Rayo,” she whispered, her hand pressing against your back, right where your heart was hoping to feel it beating against her palm. And it was faint, but she felt it.

“I’m alive, Wednesday, I’m alive,” you assured her, your lips brushing against her neck as you hugged her back. And Wednesday thought that you should never move your hands, that she should feel your fingers digging into her flesh as you held her so desperately at all times. “I’m with you,” and you should never leave her side, she hated to admit it, but she didn’t want to spend a day away from you ever again.

A/N: Well, that’s it until the season 2, I swear it can’t come out quickly enough.

Taglist: @brocoliisscared @alexkolax

#wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #jenna ortega x reader #x reader #x female reader

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berryz-writes · 1 year ago

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You are divine

Azriel x reader

Summary: You haven't seen Azriel for ages after a mission has kept him busy and you decide to wait for his return. Will you finally reveal your feelings or is it just not the right time?

idk what this is or where the idea came from but hope u enjoy xx ofc it's not checked either so pretend there are no mistakes

I lounged on the sofa, my book next to me but not actually reading it. It's not that I didn't like it, I actually found the romance in the book once of the best things I had read in a while but I couldn't settle down to enjoy it.

I was waiting for Azriel to come back from a mission he had been on for two weeks now. I had recently figured out the slight ache I felt whenever I remembered him was because I missed him and not because I had some sort of heart disease. Although I don't exactly know why seen as though our conversations consisted of "Good mornings'" "Good nights" and small smiles here and there.

"What are you doing?" Nesta asked, as she swept into the living room ,a cup of tea in her hand. I could smell the slight hint of lemon and honey and it was not a smell I particularly enjoyed. She sat down on the armchair opposite me as if she was going to start interviewing me. She probably was.

I sat up slightly and showed her the book I was reading. "I'm reading. Why?" She was definitely up to something.

She took a sip of her tea before continuing "I didn't know you could read without actually looking inside the book. Do you just absorb the words?" Her sarcasm was there but so was her teasing. I stuck my tongue out at her and put the book to the side. There was no point lying anymore.

"I'm waiting for Azriel. I haven't seen him in a while" I tried to keep my expression neutral like I was waiting for a friend and not because I may like him.

Nesta it seemed found something funny as a smirk made it's way onto her face "Waiting for Azriel? Do you miss him?"

If I replied no, she would ask why I was waiting and if I said yes I would never hear the end of her teasing. So I decided to take the safer route "Don't we all miss him when he leaves? It's been two weeks now"

Putting her cup of tea down she sighed "I suppose. Although it's getting late now. You can always see him in the morning."

She knew exactly what she was doing. Her plan to trap me in her questioning had worked because she was smiling now and I didn't know what to say. I narrowed my eyes at her "Isn't it your bed time?"

I asked, redirecting the conversation even though we both knew by now why I was waiting for him.

She shrugged slightly but stood up "It is. Sweet dreams" The house vanished the cup for her as she stood up and made her way to the door before looking back "You know, I don't think I've ever met anyone as oblivious as you or Azriel. It's excruciating to watch"

So she knew. Well I suppose it was pretty obvious how I always wanted to spend time with Azriel and how I was always waiting for him to return from missions. But I don't know why she called Azriel oblivious. It was probably the fact that he never noticed how much I liked him.

I crossed my arms in defiance to her words "I don't know what your talking about" I was never about to admit I liked someone and they didn't like me back. My pride wouldn't let me.

"Hmm. Okay." She left and it was silent once again. It was dark outside, the fae lights of Velaris could be seen twinkling in the distance as the people went from bar to bar, partying the night away. It was getting late, she was right. Maybe I should wait for a few more minutes? Just in case. I watched the balcony, waiting for him to land but I never saw it because soon my eyes became heavier and harder to keep open. The constant sound of the clock in the room added to the sleepiness I was feeling as if it was ticking away the time until I fell asleep.

I decided to rest my eyes for a while. Just so I could be awake for when Azriel would arrive. Resting my eyes turned into me falling asleep on the sofa and missing the whole point of my I was sat there in the first place.

I was woken up by someone whispering my name in the dark. I pushed the voice away and turned my face away trying to get to sleep again, not bothering to open my eyes to see who it was.

"Aren't you uncomfortable on the sofa?" It was Azriel. He repeated my name again and this time I finally woke up. I rubbed my eyes to see in the mostly dark room and saw hazel eyes full of warmth looking down at me. His wings were folded in and he was still in his Illyrian armour. There wasn't a speck of blood on him as if he had changed just before coming home. He shouldn't have had to take a detour just so he looked presentable coming home. He should have felt comfortable enough to come home and clean up instead of probably going to a shabby hotel in which he must have used the cramped bathrooms not big enough for wings. I hoped it wasn't me that made him so cautious around his own home.

He looked gorgeous as ever, even though he looked tired as hell too. I shook my head and sat up, stretching so I could hear the satisfactory crack from my back.

"I'm fine. How long have you been back for?" I asked, slightly annoyed at myself for having waited for so long and not even seen him come in. Azriel sat down next to me and even from the small distance between us I could feel his heat. I was glad he was back. The dull pain in my heart had receded now and I pushed back the desire to hug him. His shadows weren't as lively or moving about as they usually were as if they were tired too, just resting on his shoulders instead.

"A few minutes. What are you doing on the sofa?" He asked, looking at me like I was doing something odd. Well, I suppose I was but what was I supposed to say? The truth?

"I was reading and I fell asleep." The lie came easily off my tongue. It was helpful in situations where telling the truth would result in a painful death but sometimes lying was just easier than telling the truth. For fear of what the other person would say or how they would react. I'd rather not embarrass myself like that.

Azriel merely nodded his head, looking down at the wooden floorboards and not saying anything. The clock seemed louder now as if it were waiting for our conversation to start again.

"How was your mission?" I asked, looking at his reaction. His wings twitched slightly but otherwise his expression remained the same.

"Shit" He replied after clearing his throat. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Why was it shit? The reports Rhys was getting all proved of the successful discoveries Azriel had made and not once was it mentioned something had failed.

"Why was it shit? I thought you found out everything you needed to? Did something happen? Were your spies found? Did you get hurt?" With every question it seemed Azriel's jaw clenched even more than before, leaving him to look slightly angry at this point. I scanned him for any injuries but physically he seemed fine. Well, more like fucking gorgeous and hot as hell but that wasn't the point.

"It was shit because I was away from home for two weeks. I am capable of missing people you know. I don't always want to be out on missions"

I paused at his words. He was right. I had dismissed it, just because he was good at his job, didn't mean he always wanted to do it or that he didn't miss people when he left. The air around us had thickened into something awkward and I hated the slight feeling of guilt growing in me. It was unusual for Azriel to open up like this but I was glad he wasn't answering in one word answers and actually wanted my company. Even if it was him slightly snapping at me.

After some deliberating I decided to tell the truth. I could always pretend we were just friends and I wasn't harbouring feelings for him "I missed you while you were gone. You went for ages, almost two weeks. It would have been exactly fourteen days if you arrived tomorrow" I informed him. I don't know why I said that but I did and now he was looking at me and his piercing gaze made me feel like I had been caught doing something I shouldn't have.

"You missed me?" He asked, sounding like he was holding his breath and waiting for my next words.

I nodded slowly "Of course I did" I don't know what he was expecting but he let out a sigh and looked down again. Was my answer not what he wanted to hear?

"You should get some sleep now...on your bed and not the sofa" Azriel interrupted my thoughts and stood up, his wings flaring slightly before folding again. What if I touched his wings? What would happen? I knew perfectly well what would happen so I banished the thought from my mind and stood up.

"You should sleep too. You must be tired" I said, covering a yawn with my hand. Really, this welcome wasn't what it was supposed to be. Although I don't really know what it was supposed to be. I was acting like I would hug and kiss him and tell him how I'd missed him but instead we'd had a conversation for two minutes and decided to call it a night. Not the most amazing thing in the world.

He nodded his head "I will. Once I have a shower and try to wash away the death on my hands" He said it so casually as if the death made no difference to him. Even if it was something he did quiet often how used to death could a person really get? You couldn't become immune to it. His shadows had gathered near his hands and his neck as if they were comforting him or hiding him from my stare.

"The death on your hands is part of your job. Not who you are" I replied quietly. I hoped he knew that.

"You always know what to say don't you? I suppose that's why everyone says you have a silver tongue" His lips had turned up in a small smile and his shadows had receded slightly. I smiled back, glad he wasn't taking my words as offensive and instead found humour in them.

I shrugged slightly and before I knew what I was saying I had let my thoughts spill out "This tongue can do other things, y'know" I clapped a hand over my mouth, my eyes widening in horror. I was stupid. So fucking stupid.

Azriel had paused. His eyes widened slightly, signalling his surprise at my words but other than that he looked like a statue. Nothing moved. Until I heard a slight chuckle escape from his perfect lips and then an actual laugh that made my heart ache and feel bright with happiness at the same time. Ache because I hadn't heard such a beautiful sound in ages and happiness because it was me making him laugh. It was so infectious that I lowered my hands and smiled at his reaction.

"Who knew you could flirt? I wouldn't mind if you showed me what other things you could do"

Now it was my turn to stand in shock as Azriel's laughter came to an abrupt halt and he eyed me warily.

"I didn't mean that" He added quietly, all of the lightness around us gone.

I tilted my head slightly "I meant what I said though" I waited for what he would say. I had finally let it out. The fact that I wanted him and I didn't feel any better. I didn't feel lighter or as if I had hope within me. Instead nerves gathered in my stomach waiting for his rejection.

Azriel moved closer to me, his boots silent on the floorboard until there was an inch of space between us and if I wanted to, I could reach up and brush a stray curl away from his forehead.

"If I were to kiss you right now what would you do? Would you run? Push me away in disgust? " His questions were said one after another, his voice soft and his eyes locked onto mine. I had to strain my ears to make out the exact words he was saying but they went straight to my heart. As if I would ever have disgust and Azriel in the same sentence.

I swallowed. It was now or never. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved closer until we were a hairs width apart. I waited for him to push me away but instead he watched me with intrigue and full intensity. I tilted my face up so our lips touched slightly, a jolt of electricity running through my entire body. His hands immediately came to rest on my hips, tugging my closer until I was pressed up against him and his lips were on mine and were were kissing and it felt like I was in heaven, and I never wanted it to end.

"This is what I would do" I murmured. His eyes were closed as he breathed in deeply before opening them again "You are divine" He whispered to me, before leaning in and kissing me as if his life depended on it.

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chaysreality222 · 10 months ago

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ཐིཋྀ ྀ࿔ ⋆｡ °✩

ཐིཋྀ ྀ 𝓘 𝓐𝐋𝓜𝓞𝐒𝐓 𝓕𝐔𝐋𝐋𝓨 𝐒𝐇𝓘𝐅𝓣𝐄𝓓 𝓣𝐎 𝐌𝓨 𝐇𝓞𝐆𝐖𝓐𝐑𝓣𝐒 𝓓𝐑 ཐིཋྀ ྀ

hey lovelies! ᥫ᭡ i hope you're safe and well ˚.⁺⊹ yess! i almost fully shifted to my hogwarts dr last night !! i'm so excited to share this with you all :) my manifestations have just been so on point and effortless, i swear! especially, for how i want my shifting journey to go. i want to share that "manifestation routine" with you guys as well, but in a next post- this one is a bit rushed bc i had a long dayy <3 i hope this motivates all of you from master shifter to master shifter ;)

to get things started, i wasn't planning to shift last night or technically the very, early morning. i had woken up from a bad dream and needed some time to calm down before i went back to sleep. it had been around 5 am on Aug 19, 2024 that i had put on this subliminal (i honestly love this sub !! it's become one of my favorites and something i may have to live by as i continue with my shifting journey) and fell back asleep!

i had fallen into a vivid, lucid dream where i had been at the back seat of a car that was parked at a beach. i got out and was looking around to see that it appeared to be sunset. my family was there as well! but they had split up. my mom and my sister went to put their feet in the water, but my dad and brother went to go walk some place down the beach. i had been left all to myself.

i decided to go down the sandy hill to the beach, in which i saw that there was little puddles of water caused from it being high-tide and then becoming low-tide. all i did was think about shifting and making a portal since i had been lucid. there was also no one near to stop or hinder me from making a portal, so i took the chance.

i thought about my dr and focused on making a portal to that dr. i saw one of the puddles and i made sure to set my intention that it would take me to my hogwarts dr. i then put my hand through the puddle and my body followed with it. it was like reaching into a void and falling, like the scene in alice in wonderland! instead of falling fast, it felt as if i was floating through it. i genuinely believe i had gone and passed through the void state. because normally i would be scared of the pitch black but i wasn't, i was at peace. i was extremely aware of it all and where i wanted my consciousness to go!

then, i had felt my surroundings change and i was waking up in my hogwarts dr! i felt my sheets and the room change, even the temperature. but i was so eager to open my eyes and opened them way too early instead of focusing on grounding myself mentally first. i saw a glimpse of my sheets, pillows, and bedroom wallpaper as i began to blink which spiked so much excitement. i was sitting up as i was opening my eyes and once i saw that glimpse, my heart literally leapt from excitement.

unfortunately, that was what had me shift back to my original reality. my excitement just sent a surge through my body and i just sorta felt my consciousness slipping back into the void. then ofc, i woke up back in my o.r.

i shifted but i wasn't there for long ughhh. but hey, i got there and i'll get there again! i got this, we all got this. i'm going to fully shift to this dr, and you guys are gonna be the first to know. trust ꣑ৎ as always, happy shifting!

xoxo, c!

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deviantly-inspired · 2 years ago

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Dreamling concept

I absolutely love the 600 year slow burn to friendship and then wildfire romance that's in dreamling fics (it's IMMENSELY satisfying) but also, please consider:

after they finally (finally) become friends after 600 years they just... take their time, with romance. They spend years getting to know each other, genuinely, as friends. They don't know eachother, not really, until Dream has held Hob while he sobs over a loved one dying AND when he's seen Hob in his PJs eating ice cream out the pint because his students have stressed him out to the point of needing either ice cream or violence and Hob likes to think he chooses violence less often these days. And Hob doesn't really know Dream until he's heard that awful laugh, some unholy mix between braying donkey and the sound of magma shifting beneath the earth's crust OR until he's watched Dream scowl at the tele because they got to the last episode of "Game of Thrones" and Dream isn't any happier then anyone else is about a lot of those decisions.

And they spend days and weeks and years of being in one another's pockets. Choosing to come together again and again for a pint or a season binge or a silent supporting friend when the weight of living is a little harder. They earn each other's trust, and because they're both a little dense and maybe a lot more walking-wounded, the moment that each of them realizes that the other trusts them is, well, it's something that makes life worth living, for both of them.

Hob realizes Dream trusts him first, something small, something like Hob going to guide Dream out of the way and Dream just goes without any sort of hesitation. Not mountains or meteors could move Dream if he didn't want to, but he just goes to where Hob guides him out of the way so Hob can take the carrots out of the oven. It's enough to humble a man, and Hob might have a little cry over it later, in private, but for now he grins and tells Dream he has to try the carrots with the lamb, he hasn't lived until he's done so.

And Dream is a little slower to realize, I think. Because Hob is pretty open and friendly, it's a bit harder for Dream who's not so good with interacting with people face-to-face, to tell that Hob doesn't really get close to very many people for all that plenty seem to like him. There's a few exceptions, but even they are kept at a distinct distance. And it's maybe something small, like a small party or gathering of some of Hob's friends and it's late and folks are tipsy and Hob just kinda... dozes off against Dream. And Dream doesn't think anything of it, Hob does this quite often but Hob's other friends are immediately very surprised: Hob doesn't sleep in front of others, they explain. A relic from the war/traumatic past/whatever Hob's used to tell them. No matter how late or how tired or even how drunk he is, Hob would rather drive/bus/walk home then sleep where others can see him. You must be pretty special, one of them says. He even fell asleep on you like that: I've never seen him look so relaxed.

And I think that there's something beautiful about the slow, inescapable draw of it. It's like two meteors from opposite ends of the galaxy that have been on a collision course for eons. They both have moments of realizing that they're falling in love. They know it's going to happen, and the tension is slow and sweet and lovely. And there's no need to rush, because there's trust there too. Sometimes they'll meet gazes and they'll know, both of them, in that moment that they're in love. That, someday, what's growing between them is going to be a bloom unlike anything the universe has ever seen before. And they'll smile together and continue watching bad tv dramas or swapping gossip or sharing their pints and maybe their shoulders brush and their touches linger a bit longer that night but it's okay. There's no need to rush. They have forever after all.

And I think also that Dream is just a dramatic romantic enough of a bastard to confess to Hob on June 7, 2089 and i think Hob is just enough of a dramatic romantic to tell Dream that he certainly took his time.

I'm not late, am I, Dream will ask.

Of course not, Hob will laugh, you're exactly on time. We've plenty of it.

And in the Dreaming there will be a quiet warm breeze and gentle sunshowers as in the deepest heart of the dreaming a flower never before seen blooms awake. And in the waking two friends close the gap between them and talk about how Sally next door really needs to stop over watering her flowers she's going to drown the poor things, really.

And then they'll have the absolute longest courtship and engagement of anyone in the universe. There will be entire religions that will rise and fall before they get married. Pantheons will come into existence and be utterly dumbfounded when they're invited to Dream of the Endless and Hob Gadling weddings because weren't they already married? They've been together since the beginning of it all.

It's be great.

#dreamling #the sandman #dev writes #sadman sadman give me a dream

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 11 months ago

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👁️👄👁️ mayhaps g!p Donna X fem reader having morning sex. reader is a soft dom and has a praise kink. Reader just sweet talks Donna while she rocks her, then they go make breakfast after they manage to recover from their legs feeling like jelly lol

Yess!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

What a morning

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem!! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff,

Word count: 4,147

Summary: You didn't want to get out of bed...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

“Come on, tesoro... Wake up.”

A soft voice interrupted your pleasant slumber.

To be honest, you couldn't know if you woke up from a dream, or were already living on it. You, who already thought that your life would be reduced to taking care of animals and praying to Mother Miranda, were more than satisfied with the turn that fate had for you.

The inclement weather in the region helped you get lost in the forest, and find who would be the love of your life along the way. Donna Beneviento, Lord and lonely woman, also met her own fate due to inclement weather.

At first sullen and distrustful, she didn’t feel comfortable with your presence. You could have died. You could have hallucinated until you fell off the cliff. You didn't, you survived her anger at someone snooping around her territory.

And not happy with having the privilege of continuing to live, love came later. Donna could be many things, but nothing that had anything to do with what people said about her in the village. She was just a woman tormented by her past, by her appearance. She just needed someone like you to make her life less dark, and you, you too.

“Mm, leave me alone...” You said, slapping the air, trying to get rid of her soft touch on your body. “Five minutes…”

"That's what you said ten minutes ago, (Y/N), come on, we have things to do,” Donna whispered, treacherously uncovering you. You groaned in annoyance and shook your head.

“Donna... Come on, come here...” You whispered with your voice still asleep, searching everywhere for the warmth of the body that was hugging you.

She laughed sheepishly, but she shook her head, getting out of bed. Not before giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

You sat on the bed, trying to cover yourself from the cold of that dark room. Well, at least that way you could clear your mind.

“I thought today we could go for a walk in the woods,” she commented, getting rid of her nightgown and combing the black hair that drove you crazy.

“Can I take the bed with me?” You asked jokingly, rubbing your eyes. She laughed again, shaking her head.

You sighed and lay face down, admiring that beauty that took you so long to discover. Sometimes you found it that it wasn't really a dream, hard to believe.

When she turned around, you had to force yourself to contain your laughter. Donna was always so shy, so embarrassed... It was a shame that her body thought for itself, marking a prominent bulge in her underwear, to which you raised your eyebrows and shuffled a little closer to her.

“Oh…. Wow... Wow...” You sighed amused, biting your lip. Yes, some morning passion could be enough to wake you up.

“What?” She asked, oblivious to where your eyes were pointing. When she looked down, and she realized what exactly you were devouring in your thoughts, she cringed in shame, putting her hands in front of her to push that glorious vision away from you. “Oh, I'm, I'm sorry,” she said shyly, her face growing redder.

You laughed, shaking your head, not looking away from her.

“Why are you sorry? I like to see you so... Happy,” you commented with a velvety, sensual and provocative tone. You just hoped she wouldn't run away that time, as was customary when her body did that kind of things, seemingly for no reason.

“Don't... Look so directly at me, it makes me nervous,” Donna protested, looking away and turning around.

You laughed again, getting up from the bed and slowly walking towards the lady to grab her waist.

“I like what I see,” you whispered in her ear, making her cringe at your cheeky whisper. “Hey, Donna… What do you think if we change the walk thing? The woods are so boring...”

She sighed, grabbing the hands that rested on her waist and slowly turning towards you, with a look of suspicion.

“Oh, and… So… Where do you want to go?” She asked, a bit nervous about the kisses you were beginning to place on her neck, smiling against her skin.

“I had thought that maybe... Instead of walking through the woods you could...” You murmured, caressing her skin gently, making her stay completely still on the wooden floor. “You could take a walk… Through my body.”

Donna laughed and turned around, which you took advantage of to kiss her before she could protest or make some kind of absurd excuse.

“(Y/N), you are...” The doll maker whispered, taking a breath after a few hungry and eager kisses, which matched caresses to her bare chest.

“Wonderful? Incredible? The best?” You asked jokingly, hanging onto her neck and walking slowly until Donna collided with the edge of the bed.

“Impatient,” she whispered, pulling on your lower lip, showing you that taking a short walk on your bare skin was a good plan. Her body only emphasized her conformity.

“Mm, maybe I am,” you said, gently pushing Donna so she fell on the bed and you could climb onto her body, moving your hips so you could feel her erection against your skin, something that drove you crazy. “Do you know what you are?” You asked with a hungry smile, as you got rid of your pajama shirt.

“No... I don't know,” she responded, grabbing your hips with her hands, maintaining that constant movement against her body.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” you whispered affectionately in her ear, making her tremble even more. Yes, you were an absolute fan of compliments, especially because of the reaction that those soft and tender words provoked in Donna.

“You make me blush,” she said, amused, joining your kisses, gently caressing your bare chest while you moved your hips slower making her body protest with a moan.

“That's the intention...” You hissed, with a dark, almost perverse tone, slowly kissing her chest, every inch of her skin, making her eye close in pleasure. “Do you want me to tell you more things?”

Donna nodded, holding on to you to keep you steady as her nails scratched your back in arousal. You laughed, standing up, causing another moan from the brunette, who felt the lack of contact like a stream of ice water.

“Then be a good girl and lie down on the bed,” you whispered in her ear, gently pushing her onto the mattress. Donna hesitated, but it was hard for her to turn down the opportunity to love you in such an unexpected way.

It wasn't the first time you caught her off guard. Every corner of the old estate had already been desecrated by your lust.

Crawling comically, she obeyed your request, lying down and watching expectantly as your pants disappeared in one swift movement, causing her dark, anxious gaze to fall on those now exposed parts.

“That's it... You're so good, Donna... You're so, so good...” You whispered, climbing onto her body and continuing with that soft friction, with discreet but noticeable movements of your hips.

She smiled, caressing your cheek as you kissed her neck, her chest, her shoulders... It was not something improvised on your part, it was intentional. You wanted to see her burn with desire, beg you to be closer to her, to have your hands playing with what her underwear was pathetically trying to hide.

“Oh, my love, do you need something?” You asked amused, grabbing one of your breasts, making her gasp at the sight and want to join on that lascivious touch. You pushed her hand away from you, clicking your tongue. “No, no, Donna… I asked you a question.”

She smiled nervously, but she kept your gaze, lowering that impatient hand over your chest, over your belly...

“I need you, (Y/N),” she whispered with a marked accent, her voice hoarse with her own desire, something you hoped to hear, but that wasn't enough for that torture you enjoyed every day.

“You’re so romantic…” You joked, making her shrug and look at you expectantly. “You love me, right?”

Donna nodded, her gaze tender, her hips moving a little faster, relieving the pressure she had between her legs.

“I love you, (Y/N),” she said softly, pulling you into a passionate kiss, something you didn't stop, laughing triumphantly at her serenity despite her nervousness.

It was possible that she was trying to fight against your words of affection. Maybe she was trying not to seem like a victim who gave in easily to your charms. Unfortunately for poor Donna, that was something she had never achieved.

You moved away from her kiss with a sigh that feigned severity, guiding her hand to where she wanted to go a few moments ago, to your breast, grabbing it, playing with your nipple between her soft and skillful fingers. You gasped, but remained calm. No, no, no. You were having control of the situation. Her caresses and kisses couldn't make you give in.

“I love you too, my love... My beautiful Donna,” You whispered, lowering your body so it rubbed against hers. The dance of your hips was accompanied by the wet kisses of your lips, which felt the vibration of her moans from your sweet words.

Her mouth traveled to your neck, to your shoulders, leaving her room to kiss, closing your eyes and enjoying her soft caresses, that romantic touch so far from lust and closer to innocence. But that didn't stop her mouth from biting one of your nipples, from stopping her lips from landing on innocent corners.

You smiled satisfied, moving away to play with the hem of your underwear, which had been getting in your way for a while.

Donna paused for a moment, only to watch your nakedness displayed in front of her. You noticed and played with the garment between your fingers, pouting at Lady Beneviento, who looked at you with curiosity and a bright eye, almost desperate.

“Do you want me to take it off? Do you want that, my love?” You asked in a sweet voice, moving away from her hips so she moaned again from the lack of contact. You discreetly glanced down at where her erection was twitching outside of her own underwear. No, not yet, you still had to play a bit more.

She nodded, frustrated at the lack of contact, bringing a hand to her trembling shaft to compensate the lack of your touch. That made you raise your eyebrows and give her a gentle smack as punishment.

“Donna, don't do that...” You scolded in a childish voice, leaning towards her and staying very, very close to her lips. “Don't be mean, mm?”

She moaned in response, trying to kiss you, which you prevented by pulling away again, causing her to protest with another anxious moan and stronger movements of her hips.

“Please, (Y/N)” she begged, framing your body with her hands, moving them over your skin so the temptation to masturbate would disappear with the softness of your body on top of hers.

You smiled again, caressing her chest, running your hand down her belly, brushing her erection with your fingers, making Donna gasp at your soft touch.

“Tell me, Donna, do you want me to take it off?” You asked with that soft voice again, emphasizing the movement of your hands in your underwear, pretending to lower it but at the last moment, you didn’t do it.

“Yes, please,” she asked in a comically formal way. To be honest, your panties had been bothering you for a long time, so there was no need to prolong that torture.

The garment disappeared down your ankles under her watchful gaze as she released her shaft from its prison, moaning in relief.

You put a hand on her chest so her back collided with the mattress. Your gaze was calm and your caresses were gentle, almost grazing her skin rather than touching it, a sensation she approved with a moan, grabbing your hips to position you in the desired spot, lining up your wet entrance with her trembling shaft, glistening with arousal.

Amused by her haste, you backed away from her, shaking your head and leaning into her ear.

“Who is the impatient one now?” You asked ironically, making her smile nervously, cupping your face in her hands and pulling you to cover yourself again with kisses, to continue that erotic dance of your bodies moving, rubbing skin to skin.

“I want you, (Y/N)...” Donna whispered, in your ear, making your dominant position about to falter, just about to falter.

“You want me,” you repeated amused, kissing her neck again, biting her skin, leaving a small mark, which made her tremble even more.

Your tireless lips moved down her chest, your tongue playing with her nipples, causing her moans to be replaced by gasps of surprise at your skillful movements.

Their hands stopped being so anxious and caressed you in a tender, romantic way, passing through your hair, over your back, brushing with your legs, with your hips, running over your entire body as if they wanted to memorize it, as if they wanted not to touch anything that wasn't your skin.

“You're so soft, so beautiful,” you whispered, rocking your hips, brushing her erection with your body, but only brushing. “Your whole body, your skin, is like a miracle, Donna, you are my miracle.”

Her eye widened and her expression saddened with a melancholy smile. Anything you could say to her was enough to get her excited by your words of affection. Donna was always alone. She never had anyone to tell her the truth of her existence, an almost divine one for you.

“(Y/N),” she moaned into your lips, pulling your face so they crashed into hers again, this time with more passion, with your tongues dancing at the same time as your bodies. The atmosphere had forgotten about the cold, it was only warm, scorching, capable of making you sweat while the desire increased, while it became more and more unbearable.

Her kisses turned you on even more, her hunger, the tremors of her body, the hardness of her shaft rubbing against your crotch. Even if you had wanted to wait a little longer, you wouldn't have been able to, not at all.

“Okay, my love... Here we go...” You said softly, lowering your hand to correctly position her erection at your entrance, playing with the tip on your clit, making you close your eyes in pleasure, just like her.

Donna kicked the mattress at the eternal waiting, at the touch of her penis against your moisture, without actually entering it. You knew she was enjoying it, but you also knew she needed you, a lot.

Little by little you lowered your body, feeling how her shaft slid smoothly inside you. Your arousal made that job easier, and made you shudder.

“Donna, you're so... Big...” You said in a low, lascivious tone, making the blush on her cheeks worsen as your walls hugged her body, stretching little by little. “You are perfect, my love, my body takes you so well…”

“So good...” She repeated when she was completely inside of you and you danced so she could feel you even more. “You, you hug so tightly, (Y/N)... I, I’m feeling you so much...”

“That's because I love you so much, my love, my beautiful Donna... My good Donna,” you said affectionately, moving slowly up and down, letting your body enjoy that intruder, letting your walls continue hugging her while you moaned in a low, sensual tone, one that you knew would make her more and more nervous, more excited.

Your words of comfort only made her moans the complete opposite of yours. Her hips moved as they could under your body, making you feel full, making you feel she was inside of you, making you hers and loving you as only Donna could do.

“My body is made for you, do you see? My body adores you, Donna, I adore you...” You continued saying among moans, letting her hands play with your hips, making your body move the way she wanted, the way she needed.

“I, ti amo...”

You laughed at the loss of control of her language, something that only happened at moments like this, something that only anticipated how close she was to her release. But no, it was still early for that, although your body screamed for you to let your own orgasm out.

“Wait, honey...” You said, pulling out and making her moan in surprise and frustration at the loss of contact. “Come, come here.”

You lay down, taking her place, gently pulling on her hand so her body was on top of yours. Donna didn't protest the lack of her body in yours, surely she was embarrassingly close to her own release, and she didn't want it to be so soon either.

After a few wet kisses, which revealed with gasps the desire and hunger of your lust you opened your legs slightly, making the brunette position herself between them, entering you again with a faster movement, making you moan in surprise.

“Donna...” You sighed with a mischievous smile on your mouth, running your hands along her back, scratching her skin while her thrusts sent huge waves of pleasure to your body. She smiled, but she didn't stop, leaning into your body, a gesture you already knew, and you knew what it meant.

“Oh… My love... Do you want me to hug you?” You asked, to which she nodded moving slower inside of you, making your hips lose that dominant control and move without your permission. She went even deeper and lowered her head to your chest.

You hugged her lovingly while her body adapted to that new position, while your hands played with her hair, while your body took her again, this time faster, revealing her need... And yours.

“Shh, calm down, my love... I'm here with you...” You said while you cradled her body while you kept her so close to you, flattering her, showing that unconditional love, that way of showing those feelings. “Donna, I'm so close...”

She moaned at those words and her hips moved a little faster, in an almost frantic rhythm, synchronized with your moans. Your walls hugged her erection with hunger, with the impatience that your face didn’t show. You let yourself be carried away by pleasure, closing your eyes and hugging her body tightly, letting only her movements take you to the limit, something that didn't take long to happen.

Your back tensed, your nails digging into her skin as your body suffered the spasms of an intense orgasm, one that you released with a moan you were sure would have made a few more cracks in the walls.

“Keep going, keep going, my love, you're doing so well...” You said when Donna stopped to contemplate the pleasure that her body was giving you.

With you now free of pressure, she no longer had to worry, and she resumed her movements in a much more intense way, in the way she knew she couldn't endure for long.

“Can I do it inside? Please,” Donna asked you with an intense moan, with that need forcing her to stop until she heard your response. You smiled, embarrassingly close to a second release.

“Of course, Donna, you've been so good,” you said in a condescending tone, gripping the sheets to hide your second orgasm, one that was revealed when Donna moaned again with one last thrust and her heat was released inside of you.

You clung to her body, not wanting to lose that overwhelming heat, that wet caress that made its way into your body. Donna fell to your chest, hugging it tightly as her seed filled you, while your walls played with that wetness, tightening with a second orgasm.

“It has been...” She sighed, taking a breath, smiling freely and with her bright eye, smiling in a tender, almost innocent way, almost.

“Amazing, like you, Donna,” you said affectionately, letting her leave you and lean better on your heaving chest, letting your fingers tangle in her black hair again.

“You are so flattering,” she murmured, playing with her finger on your chest, intertwining your legs, wet from your actions, from her release and your wetness mixed together. “You tell me some very nice things, (Y/N).”

“Do you like me to tell you?” You asked laughing amused. It was a little fetish of yours, but if it served to make Donna look at you with that face, so be it.

“I like it so bad... I... No one had ever said something like that to me or... Or done something like that to me,” she said with a slightly sadder tone, surely remembering the darkness of her past.

“That doesn't matter anymore, Donna, you are with me now, and I will never stop telling you how much I love you,” you said with a sincere tone, free of lust and any other feeling that wasn’t love. “Should we take a shower?”

The hot water ran down your exhausted bodies. It was a relaxing sensation and at the same time… Hot, very hot.

Donna hugged you from behind, resting her head on your shoulder while you enjoyed that romantic feeling, those arms tenderly embracing you. A shame your head turned to the path of sin when you turned around.

Without giving her time to protest, you launched yourself into her kisses, ones that she accepted willingly, hugging your body, keeping it very close to hers, making it so not even water could extinguish the flame of passion.

It may not have been something so slow and intense, but still, that moment of passion underwater was also worth remembering. It was a more unbridled, faster, more accelerated passion. Your body maintained balance while her arms served as support, feeling her inside of you again, feeling how she took you again, eagerly, without fear, without shame. What a day, and it had just begun.

“I'm so, so tired...” You murmured, leaning on the kitchen counter.

Once dressed, you decided to prepare breakfast. With your body and hers hidden under the fabric of your dresses, there was no longer any room for temptation, well, at least on her part. You just had to imagine her body inside yours like a few moments ago to feel that unbearable heat again.

“Me too, you’ve destroyed me, (Y/N)” Donna said amused, watching how the coffee maker did its work on the fire.

“Well, don't exaggerate,” you joked, running your hands up her back and peeking over her shoulder, stealing a quick, chaste kiss, to which she smiled shyly.

“My legs are shaking, (Y/N),” she commented, amused, moving the coffee maker off the heat and exaggerating her steps. You laughed, shaking your head.

“Me too, and I'm not complaining that much,” you said, putting the cup in front of you so that bitter liquid would clear your mind and divert your desire to sleep.

“You were complaining five minutes ago, tesoro,” she commented, pouring a coffee to herself and blowing out the heat.

“Well, but... I don't know, it was worth it, don't you think?” You asked feigning indifference, leaning next to her and looking at the rickety ceiling.

She nodded, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye, sighing at the same time as you.

“What do you want us to do today?” She asked, diverting the conversation so your lascivious eyes wouldn't attack again. It's not that you didn't want to, your body was simply too tired to repeat... At least at that moment, there was a whole day ahead.

“I thought you wanted to go for a walk,” you joked, nudging her, to which she laughed again, making a funny face.

“I don't think I can walk more than five minutes, (Y/N)... I think, I think we could work on the dolls.”

“What you don't want is for me to attack you again, huh?” You asked mockingly, joking, of course. Joking, right?

“Well, that too,” she teased, gently pinching your chin and kissing your cheek lovingly, pulling away before you could make another move.

“I couldn't even if I wanted to,” you admitted, with a sigh, controlling the trembling of your legs. “Look at my legs, they look like jelly.”

Donna looked at you amused, and she shook her head at that comparison, suddenly putting on a serious face.

“I mention the dolls...” she whispered, thinking about something.

“It's true, where is Angie?” You asked, alarmed by the missing puppet, which should already be bothering you.

“I'm up here, you stupid clings! Whenever you want, you can stop making babies and come here to pay me some attention! You stupid morons!”

“Oh...” You sighed, embarrassed. “Do you think she is angry?”

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #re8 donna #re8 village #oneshot #requests

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