#i had to cover up the legs cause i forgot that there were supposed to be four legs and might've accidentally merged niki's leg with mayoi's

[enstars-syndrome]

starting the new year with nikimayo yayy

[etfrin]

⤷❝Blood Red Roses | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | blood play, riding, pinv sex, crying during sex, dubcon if you squint, period sex, marking, biting, Snow is his own warning, creampie, belly bulge, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), breath play, dom sub undertones, fingering (f. receiving) | lmk if I forgot anything

⇢☾Pairing: young Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: filthy porn <3

⇢☾A/N: read at your own damn risk, idc how filthy this is :D

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He's supposed to be disgusted, in a sense he is. Even as he pushed you to the bed, despite your protests, his mind was reeling but he was desperate. Desperate in the most pitiful way possible. Desperate in a sense that proved he was a man who easily succumbs to the greed of flesh. Desperate for you.

Nobody could blame him for his actions. His actions switched the position so that he was lying down on the bed. Your legs straddling him on either side. Both of you were exposed to each other's eyes. His dick was leaking pre-cum onto his abs. Your pussy is slick with your arousal and blood from your period. Your inner thighs are covered in the variant shades of blood red.

His eyes look down onto your skin, the shade of red contrasting with your color. His mind itched at him for this was beneath him, having someone like this, being so desperate that you don't worry about the mess it causes. A pearl of blood rolls down your skin, and Snow catches onto his fingertip. The bead of red liquid was interesting in a way he hadn't thought possible. His breath hitches as he spreads the blood onto your skin.

He can't take it anymore, he sits up, surprising you by putting his hand into your hair and pulling you down to catch your lips with his greedy mouth. His tongue ravishes your mouth, swiping over your teeth, stealing your taste and your soul as he bites your lower lip. His palm moved to cup your cunt, his hand getting coated in the mixture of your blood and juices. He groans into your mouth, your slick thicker because of different textures. He immediately knew it would feel different. His lips travel to your jaw to press wet kisses. Snow takes a moment of pause, preparing himself to cross his limits as his fingertip presses to your entrance.

“You don't have to,” you whispered, sensing his tense body, “I could blow you.” “You wish,” he scoffed, “It's your cunt I want, it's your cunt I will get, my bird.” His finger finally slides in, and your tight pussy is wetter than ever before. He easily slips another finger in making you whimper.

You let out soft moans as his fingers stretch you out for his cock, your walls more sensitive than usual. The smell of iron and sex filled the air, making him lightheaded. He looked down, his fingers connecting themselves to you, his hand bloody red. The sight makes him gasp, his mind flashing unpleasant memories but his cock getting incredibly hard that it hurts not to give it any attention.

His head was spinning, his mind disgusted by the filth and the mess but his body was hot. Whatever boundaries he had left for himself died when he took his bloody fingers out and cleaned it up by wiping his hands onto your skin. The red stains your skin in small strokes, underneath your breasts, and your tummy. The sight of it made him snap, his mouth latching onto your nipple sucking onto it like a vampire, a starved one. It makes you cry out, your hands on his shoulder for support.

His mouth sucks your supple breast as much as possible as one of his hands (the bloody one) kneads your other breast, marking you even further. The thought turned him insane, you bloody red, the similar shade to his usual outfit. His teeth sinks around your round flesh making you let out a small scream with how hard it was. “Coryo!” You cry out, your lips gasping from his more than-usual rough behavior.

He pulls back, his blue eyes blown wide into a feral black. His teeth marking your skin, dents into flesh as a small invisible bead of blood begins to form. He had bitten hard enough to break the skin. His tongue lavs around the wound he had caused, his hands now digging into your hip making you gasp, knowing that it will bruise. He lets the taste of blood bloom into his mouth, his mind accepting this as another extension of his sick self.

He repeated the process several times, around your breasts, neck, shoulder, and collarbone. Your skin was tainted with blood, tears falling from your eyes as he licked it all clean and pressed small kisses onto the wound as if to say sorry. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you continued to fall prey to his actions. Deeming himself satisfied as he sees your marked body, his twitching dick finally came to his mind. He drags his lips from your neck to your ear, and he whispers, “Ride me, my dove. Like your life depends on it.”

Knowing him, it might as well do. He leans back, his back onto the mattress. You couldn't enjoy the sight of his bare body because of the tears in your eyes. The pain was overwhelming your veins in the most delicious way possible. Your pussy pulsating with the need for his cock.

You start to sink on him, your cunt so much more wet it seemed impossible, it made the slide graciously smooth that you take him down to the hilt quickly enough despite the burn of the stretch. You both let out moans, his eyes rolling back because of your pussy, your lips letting out a gasp from how good he filled you up with his cock.

“Fuck, Coryo”, you whimper, “fuck.” This angle made his cockhead press into your spongy spot perfectly, making you see stars as you adjust to his length. “Come on, baby,” he whines, his hold on your hips getting harder, “Come on.”

Your eyes closed shut as you raised your hips before falling onto his cock. Moans begin to echo into the room as you get desperate, fucking yourself onto his cock, your blood gushing onto his skin, covering his cock red.

Meanwhile Snow had his brain shut off, his lips panting for dear life as your cunt sucked him in with each thrust your hips made. The glide of his cock so much smoother, your blood making a much better lube than your arousal ever could. He berated himself for his thoughts only for him to know he's right as more blood gushes out of your tight pussy and covers your skin.

You looked so beautiful to him right now, like a goddess trapped in mortal flesh. Not an inch of your upper body was free of marks, your skin perfected with various shades of red, purple and blue hues. Love bites that it would be impossible to cover. His balls tightened as he couldn't keep his eyes off you. Coriolanus never thought his self-control could be tested like this. It took every ounce of his restraint not to fuck you like an animal.

All it took for that mere man to break was a loud moan that escaped your lips when you took deeper him than expected, his cock bumping into your cervix. His eyes roll back, a groan of his mixed with your moans into the air. He snaps. Snow was never a fair man after all, he didn't have to play nice.

He switched positions, hooking your legs onto his shoulders so his cock would reach even deeper, impossibly deep, making you whine that you couldn't possibly take it. He didn't hear your pleas, his mind focused on your warm, wet pussy ruining him for anyone else. “You can,” he sneers, “and you will, my bird.”

And so you do. His dick throbbing inside of you as his thrusts get fast and needy. His self control is completely breaking. For the first time, Corios' actions weren't calculated. His thrusts get sloppier, as he pays you no mind, chasing his own relief like a dog in heat.

His palm pressed into your lower stomach, he feels his cock thrusting in and out of you and smirks, “See? You're taking it.” You couldn't even reply to his teasing, your oversensitive walls fluttering around his length. You were drooling, and never had Snow turned you into such a speechless mess.

His hand pressed harder, making you moan. “Yes, fuck, Coryo!” You scream, as your pussy begins to spasm around his cock. The sudden orgasm surprises you as much as him. His cunt continues to milk his cock and as you gasp much needed air. “Cum,” you begin to beg, “I can't- please Coryo!”

His free hand goes to your jaw, gripping it tightly as he leaned down and whispered against your lips, “You can, my dove. You can.” His sickly sweet tone makes your mind believe that you could do it only if your body agreed. You give him a meek nod, your mind filled with pleasure to disobey his words. His lips pressed against yours into a harsh kiss you had no control over. He groans into your mouth, as his pace gets sloppy but harder. His cock twitching inside of your cunt.

His hand that holds your jaw goes to your neck, pressing your throat to restrict your breathing, it makes your pussy clench perfectly around him causing his hips to stutter as he cums in you, filling your womb with his seed. He pulled out, laid beside you. Both of you are catching much needed breath.

Your eyes close, your body and mind exhausted. Coriolanus leans over you, his lips pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead.

“I'll buy you more red dresses, you look pretty in red.”

tags : @stelleduarte @nowitsmissing @lifeonawhim @le-lena @maurdershavemyheart @motley-baby @champomiel @slytherinholland @justacaliforniandreamer

[pellucid-constellations]

If It All Fell

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: If it all fell apart—if you forgot who you were—would you love him again? Would the bond guide you back? Azriel doesn't know if that uncertainty is one he can bear.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Nothing big in this one. Memory loss?? Overprotectiveness?? Azriel losing it (but not that much just yet)??

a/n: Hi this is going to be a series :) thank you for reading <3

Part 2 ♡

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As you blinked through the haziness, a dull throb echoed along the base of your skull. You sat up abruptly, feeling rocks and twigs digging into the backs of your legs, and winced as several shouts attacked your senses. You recognized none of them.

Gods, your head hurt. 

A few more blinks and the sun made an appearance, light assaulting your too-sensitive eyes. The leaves beneath your hands crunched and blew away in the balmy breeze, a few flecks of green still stuck to your palm as you brought it up to rub your head. 

“Don’t,” a feminine voice warned, and it was then that you pinpointed one of the shouts from earlier. But it was warmer now, calm. “Don’t touch your head, y/n. Azriel and Cas are getting help.”

You scrunched your face up but obeyed the command, taking steady breaths to try and manage the pain. The woman in front of you—blonde hair, brown eyes, a fierce expression—was like no one you had ever seen before. She was so incredibly beautiful you weren’t sure if you were actually awake. 

You took a pause. 

And then another. 

Who was the last person you had seen? 

“Where am I?” you asked instead, trying to appear sane. Your voice sounded unfamiliar. 

The woman’s expression pinched. “You’re in Spring Court. You remember that, don’t you? Rhysand sent us.” 

“Rhysand?” you repeated, the name foreign on your tongue. “Sent us for what?” 

“Well, we were supposed to be rallying Tamlin into re-fortifying his borders to win back the Summer Court’s good graces, but that beast is an idiot. Forging agreements with witches was quite possibly the worst move he could have made.” 

“Witches?” 

“I know, unbelievable,” the blonde ranted, sitting back on her heels beside you. “We came to help only to find out he had helped himself to the wicked. I knew he was distraught after Feyre, but to turn to this?” 

The pounding in your head was making it increasingly difficult to follow the tale the woman was spinning. Perhaps if you had more backstory, more information, you would understand what she was talking about. 

Desperate for that connection, you winced as you asked, “Um, not to offend, but… who are you?” 

Her aggravated expression crumpled into one of shock and concern. Her mouth parted, her brows came together at a point, and then she shifted, bringing her hands to your shoulders. When you flinched at the touch, the woman pulled her hands back, her fingers curling into her palms. “You don’t recognize me?” she asked, trepidation lining her tone. 

You shook your head, immediately regretting the action as pain shot up your neck. 

“Not at all?” she whispered. When your face remained blank, she pulled her hands into her lap. “Do you know who you are?” 

Another lapse in silence. 

“My Gods…” 

Darkness materialized nearby—swirling darkness. It reminded you of shadows and brought you a sense of peace for the first time since you opened your eyes. 

But then people started emerging from the darkness, taking up space in the vast forest, and that peace collapsed. Two large men with wings stomped against the twig-covered floor, causing a raucous disturbance as they began hurrying an older woman out from behind them. They both spoke in low, rushed tones and you wanted all the sound to stop. 

You ignored the woman’s directions from before and squeezed your head in your hands, your eyes snapping shut. It didn’t work, and you hadn’t expected it to, but Gods did your head hurt. It hurt and it was plagued by an impossible pressure that wouldn’t seem to let up.

“Mor, how long has she been awake?” one of the men asked. You felt him kneel beside you, felt him place rough, textured hands on your wrists in an attempt to pry your hands down. But he was gentle—so very gentle. 

“Azriel, she—” 

“Mor, if you could move aside. I need to look at her,” a much older voice chimed in. 

There was shuffling around you, new hands pressing to your face. You heard whispering that you couldn’t make out, and then the panic set in. 

You didn’t know these people. When you first woke up, the disorientation was focal; you were concerned about the pounding in your head and your whereabouts and that was it. But there were so many people here now, and you didn’t know any of them. 

You didn’t know who you were. Did they know who you were? They had to. 

“Majda, stop. You’re scaring her,” the man beside you, Azriel you’d heard him be called, practically hissed. 

Majda only hummed. “I am doing the job you brought me here to do. If I can’t work around a mating bond I will send you away, Shadowsinger.” 

Your breath came out in faster huffs, each one deeper than the last. You opened your eyes to try and gain some footing in the situation, still keeping your hands glued to your head. 

Your gaze went out before it went in, and you saw the blonde woman, Mor, beside a much larger man. His shoulder-length hair was messy and windswept, and he sent you a bittersweet, sympathetic smile that you couldn’t replicate. He watched with furrowed brows as your eyes darted from him, to Mor, to the wide forest around you. 

“I still don’t see why we couldn’t take her home first,” the man standing by the trees grumbled. “She would be more comfortable there.”  

“We didn’t want to move her with a head injury,” Azriel growled. “Not one from a witch.” 

His voice sent your attention towards him. Azriel was on his knees beside you, holding your wrists with his thumb circling the back of your hand in delicate strokes. He was painfully beautiful and you were left to wonder, yet again, if you were truly awake. When your gazes met, something foreign pulled at your ribs and the pressure sent an unexpected scream past your lips. You hunched over in a panic, yanking yourself away from those beside you.

That wasn’t right. None of this felt right. 

The older woman, Majda, cursed, staring after you as you pushed yourself further and further away. Each movement sent a new ache aflame in your head, but that didn’t stop you because you needed to get away. Your feet kicked up dirt and rocks and your hands tore with the effort but this wasn’t right. 

Azriel reached you before you could hit the tree just inches from your back. He held your head in his own hands and locked you in his gaze, keeping you trapped in the yellows and browns and the flecks that joined them. He took exaggerated breaths, wings flared out to block out the sun, and then he began whispering. 

It took a moment for you to understand the words, your heavy breaths mostly drowning them out. 

Something swished in the distance. More whispering, more secrets. 

“You’re okay. I’ve got you.” 

When Azriel’s voice finally came through, it was like a lifeline. 

“I’m here, my love. You’re safe. I know it hurts, I know.” 

It was odd, finding peace in a stranger. The shadows that seemed to dance around him swirled into shapes that framed your skin, and some of the panic felt foolish in their presence. They twisted and curved, somehow amplifying the cool tone of Azriel’s voice as he promised you things you had no capacity to understand. 

But he never stopped talking, not even when your gaze left his to follow his shadows instead. If anything, the action seemed to spur on the small beings more, and you wondered—for a brief moment—if he was controlling them. 

Something like amazement seeped into your panic as you whispered, “Who are you?” 

You didn’t know the man in front of you, that much was true, but he looked so… broken at your words. Something akin to pain clashed with his beautiful features as his jaw clenched to an unnatural degree. You were surprised that his teeth didn’t crack beneath the pressure. You wondered what else he could withstand—what atrocities he’d seen to make his eyes turn so dark when you spoke your words out loud. 

“No,” Azriel growled, chin hooking over his shoulder. His wings pulled back to reveal a new man, but this one looked slightly different from the others. No wings, different eyes. “You stay out of her head, Rhysand.” 

Rhysand. He was the one that had sent you here.

The concern on Rhysand’s face looked unnatural, like it didn’t belong there. “Az, it could help. Let me help her.” 

“You could make it worse. We have no idea what that witch did to her.” As Azriel spoke, shadows began to cover you more and more. Your sight became dim, your body camouflaged in darkness. 

“Looking in could be the only way to figure that out.” The next bout of silence was uncomfortable. The pounding in your head persisted, exacerbating to the point of tears along your waterline. “I know what you’re feeling, Azriel. I get it. But I want to help her, brother. You know I would never hurt her.” 

A twig snapped beneath a boot.

Azriel growled low in his chest. 

The pounding gave way to a sharp pain, and it made your senses lighter, less focused. 

You couldn't remember ever passing out before, but you thought it might feel like this. 

“Stay away from her.” 

“She doesn’t remember you, Azriel.” 

A choked breath. “Don’t touch my mate.” 

Darkness that surpassed the shadows finally granted you a reprieve from the pain. 

Maybe you'd wake up and this would all make sense.

Part 2 ♡

[wileys-russo]

emily fox, “I can’t sleep, can we have ice cream?” “I was about to say that.”, late night ice cream in the kitchen

late night ice cream II e.fox

you shifted for what felt like the hundredth time that hour, positively suffocating in the sweltering humidity of the late virginian evening. having no choice but to become acclimatized to the sharp bitter cold of london, to travel back home to see your girlfriends family peak summer had been most welcome.

you'd been back only for two days now, most of yesterday spent wrapping your heads around the jetlag and taking it easy, pinching and poking one another all afternoon to stay awake so you would both sleep.

last night you'd both been utterly exhausted, and sleep came easily with the pair of you already out the moment your heads hit the pillow, bare legs tangled beneath the covers and chests rising and falling.

tonight you'd hoped would be the same case, a large handful of your girlfriends family and close friends having gathered in the backyard of her family home for a barbecue.

you'd watched on with a dazzlingly lovesick look plastered in your features as the elated smile on emilys own lips never faltered as she spent hours catching up with her loved ones.

pulling you in and out of conversations or hiding away to kiss you in her childhood bedroom the two of you felt like teenagers sneaking around again.

well aware that everyone knew you'd been together for a very long time, back where it all began there was just a new sort of nostalgic joy charged from your every interaction.

giggling i love you's between soft kisses where her lips tasted like popsicles and the smell of the grill filled your senses the two of you couldn't be happier.

however right now laid up in bed and positively cooking in the intense summer heat, you found that joy fast beaten into submission by the grumpiness which came from the inability to fall asleep, having laid here silent but suffering for what felt like hours now.

"hey, babe?" you were pulled from your thoughts by her voice, eyes flickering from the star filled night sky peeking out of her open window to meet the concern painted across her face as she sat up and stared down at you.

"you keep moving." the defender noted quietly, not unkindly but you detected the slight coat of frustration to her words as you winced. "i'm not used to this heat, i can feel it." you whispered, swatting at the air as if to fight off an invisible enemy causing a slight smile to paint her cherry red lips.

"i forgot what it felt like." emily huffed, dropping back down into bed beside you and you were grateful for the way her slender fingers grabbed yours, the rest of your bodies still refusing to touch due to the overwhelming humidity filling the room.

"i'm sorry i've kept you up em." you murmured guiltily, turning onto your side as she did the same, her hand squeezing yours in a silent dismissal.

"baby i know i say you're the light of my life but last i checked you're not the sun, you haven't been keeping me up this heat has." the footballer teased with a playful grin, toe poking your calf as your eyes rolled fondly.

"do you see the sun out there fox?" you quipped with a nod to the window, laughing softly as her free hand popped up to give you the finger. "you were supposed to find a smooth way to compliment me back, girlfriend." the older girl mocked sarcastically, poking your nose.

"oh sorry girlfriend." you paused a moment to think, an offended scoff sounding around the room as you shoved her gently.

"i'm thinking!" "explains why it smells like something is burning."

"okay you know what? after that there is no compliments, goodnight emily." you retorted, dropping her hand and rolling over to face the wall as she snickered. "you're so easy to bait, like a little fish." the girl teased, arm sneaking around your torso and her body shuffling closer.

"mmm that feels nice babe but it is way too hot to fool around." you sighed apologetically as her lips began to explore your neck, skin slightly damp with the sweat beading across both your bodies due to close proximity, your shared heat adding to an already overwhelming cocktail of humidity.

"i know." emily groaned quietly, rolling away from you and running a hand through her hair as you flopped onto your back, the two of you sharing a look for a moment.

"i love you." you promised, grabbing her hand again and bringing her palm up to your mouth with a soft kiss. "i love you more." the girl melted with a smile, leaning in to peck your lips twice before you both seemed to settle, a few stifling minutes passing where the room seemed to somehow get even hotter, a gust of wind doing nothing to ease it other than rattling the half cocked blinds.

"i can't sleep. can we have ice cream?" "i was about to say that."

you both shared another look and burst out laughing, hurrying to cover one anothers mouths like a reflex, all too used to being yelled at to keep it down when you'd had sleepovers as teenagers, both of your parents still not knowing you were anything more than best friends.

managing to swallow your laughter the sheet was kicked off and the pair of you very slowly and quietly made your way out of her childhood room and downstairs, closing the kitchen door with a soft click.

"mmm we have chocolate? caramel pecan? i think my mom keeps a tub of cookie dough hidden from my dad in the back somewhere-" emily pondered, rummaging through the freezer with a frown as your chin rested on her shoulder, exhaling happily at the crisp cold air fanning your face.

"i'll have chocolate, you have cookie dough and we can share?" emily offered, a grunt of success sounding as she located the hidden tub behind a bag of frozen peas.

"ugh baby we might not be able to fool around but i love when you talk dirty to me."

[itsallyscorner]

Coffee Talk | H.S

pairing: boyfriend!Harry x fem!reader

warnings: it’s supposed to be like a podcast episode so it’s a little long and has a lot of dialogue—just did some experimenting, lmk what you guys think :)

overview: Harry is a guest on your podcast.

a/n: Clearly, I’ve been listening/watching a lot of podcasts. I just like hearing people talk. Reader’s co-host, Mable, is inspired by Selena Gomez <3

Coffee Talk Ep. 96: (Y/n)‘s Boyfriend, Hobama, and Marriage

“Hello friends and welcome back to another episode of Coffee Talk! I’m your host, (Y/n), and I hope you are all doing well!” You waved at the camera doing your usual intro.

You did a drumroll with your hands on the table and continued, “Now, we have an exciting episode for you guys today. You have been asking—basically begging—for us to get this person on the pod and it’s finally happening today! So grab a blanket, get some snacks, and get comfortable, because this is gonna be a fun one!”

The video cuts to your co-host, Mable, who is sitting across from you on a loveseat.

“I feel like we should build the tension before we tell them who it is.” Mabel chimes in, stirring her Starbucks cup (whose label has been covered since you guys aren’t sponsored by Starbies).

“That was a really good segue for Roll Call, Mae.” You pointed out, calling her by her nickname.

“I gotchu, babe.” Mable assured you, throwing a wink in your direction. You laughed and adjusted your legs up on the couch you were on, “Right, so obviously, we have Mable across from me. How are ya, Mae? What’s the coffee order today?”

Mable smiled at you and crossed her legs, “Well since you asked so kindly. I’m doing very great this morning (y/n/n) and I have a caramel macchiato today.”

The video then cuts to Ryland who had a “bitch please” look on his face, “Mable’s only happy because she got laid last night.”

“RYLAND!” Mable screamed in shock, the video cutting to her reaction. The room erupted with laughter as she flipped him off and let empty threats stumble out of her lips at Ryland.

“YOU LITERALLY TEXTED IT IN THE GROUP CHAT!” Ryland stressed, leaning over the table to get closer to Mable. The video moved to you taking a long sip of your coffee while a familiar tattooed arm rested behind you on the couch.

“Clearly, the energy is through the roof today in the pod—we’ll probably get to Mable’s sex life in a bit.” You paused, smirking at your friend, “But back to roll call, we’ve got Ryland on cameras and sound. Ryland, how are you pookie?”

Ryland posed at the camera in front of him and waved wildly at it, “I’m doing swell stinkabutt.”

“What’s your coffee order today—actually Ryland doesn’t have coffee today, he has juice.” You explained to your listeners. Ryland held up his green juice, “Yeah, I’m on a juice cleanse everyone. Me and Sean are going to Aruba in a few weeks and I refuse to work out, so I’m drinking juice instead.”

“You look great Ry.” A voice off camera chimed in. The voice had a distinct accent that could only belong to a specific someone. Ryland smiled at the person, “Thanks Ha—wait I was just about to spoil who it was.” He immediately clasped his hand over his mouth with wide eyes.

“Y’know what, we’ve made you guys wait long enough.” You sighed before continuing, “Our guest is very special to me. He’s a recent Grammy winner, one of the biggest artists in the world, and he happens to be my boyfriend; please welcome to the pod mister Harry Styles!” You cheered, causing everyone in the room to clap. The video finally cut to Harry who was sat next you on a blush pink couch nursing a pastel yellow mug.

Harry adorable scrunched his nose and waved at you all bashfully, “Oh, stop it.”

“How does it feel to be on the pod, Harry?” You asked, turning your body towards him. Harry nodded and looked around the room, “I’m happy to be here, love, thanks f’having me. Also, I like what you’ve guys done to our shed, s’very comfy.”

“I totally forgot we were in your shed.” Ryland chuckled.

“Oh yeah, to everyone listening or watching, we’ve been filming this podcast in Harry and (Y/n)’s backyard.” Mable explained to the audience with a chuckle.

“It’s not a problem honestly, I’m glad you guys are getting some use out of it.” Harry assured you all as he glanced at the decorations around the room. There was an old school looking blush couch in the center of the room, which was across from a burnt mustard colored love seat. While the walls were painted a darker shade of matcha green with fairy lights strung along it.

Harry was seen glancing at the rug as he toed at it with his socked foot. “Where’d y’get the rug?” He asked you.

You peeked at said rug, “Your mom picked it out when she was helping me furniture shop here.” Harry’s mouth made an ‘o’ shape as he leaned back into the cushion, one of his legs crossed beneath him and the other hung off the couch.

“So Harold, what’s the coffee order today?” You motioned to his coffee. He proudly held the yellow mug up and smiled at the camera, “I’ve got my usual black coffee, courtesy of my lovely girlfriend.”

The camera panned to you hiding behind your Starbucks cup trying to hide your heated cheeks.

“And what do you have today, love?” Harry returned the question, naturally fitting into the conversation. You looked at the label on your cup, “I have my usual coffee order—H actually went out on a coffee run for me and Mable, so thank you bubs.” You answered, the corners of your mouth quirked up.

“They make me sick.” Ryland fake gagged.

“Aren’t you also in a relationship?” Mable narrowed her eyes at him. Ryland rolled his eyes at her, “Yeah, but they make me sick in a good way, like the wholesomeness is just too much.”

“What the fuck..”

Harry grinned at Ryland, “Y’gonna be fuckin’ puking by the time we’re done then.”

The camera cut to Mable smirking at you, “I find it so weird how you’re being so quiet.”

“Me?” You pointed at yourself amusingly. Harry glanced at you and visibly scooted closer to you. The sound of equipment being moved can be heard over the audio since Harry attempted to discreetly move his mic stand next to yours.

“Yes ma’am.” Mable nodded. You placed your cup on the round coffee table beside you.

“I don’t know why, but it just settled in that this is us, kind of like hard launching our relationship to the public.” You softly answered, hands fiddling with your (Harry’s) loose knitted sweater.

“But everyone knows you guys are together.” Ryland stated, confusion etched on his features. Harry rose his hand to answer. You giggled at him and nudged his arm, “You don’t need to raise your hand to speak, hun.”

“Sorry.” He shook his head.

“Don’t be.” You chuckled, allowing Harry to continue. “Everyone knows, but we haven’t been very public, y’know? We like keeping things between us. Like, this is the most public we’ve ever been.” He gestures to you guys sitting beside each other.

You chimed in jokingly, “Yeah, this is our first time sitting next to each other—like ever.”

Harry nodded along, “I’m shitting m’pants right now.” He stated, causing a few chuckles in the room.

“How much persuasion did it take for (Y/n) to get you on the pod?” Mable asked Harry, sipping her coffee. Harry’s brows furrowed as he stared at the ceiling.

“Not much. She asked and I was like—yeah, I’m down.” He answered, shrugging his shoulders for emphasis. You chuckled at him and added, “He’s forgetting the part when he admitted that he’s been waiting for me to ask him to guest star.”

“Have you really been waiting?” Ryland questioned your boyfriend. Harry’s brows raised as he exclaimed, “Yes! I bloody have! You guys literally had my sister on here before me!”

You all laughed at his slight frustration, “I swear it wasn’t on purpose!” The camera cuts to you and Harry, your hand squeezing his knee.

“Wait so did you guys meet through Harry’s sister?” Mable asked you both, she then was quick to add, “If you guys don’t mind me asking!”

You waved her off to assure her it was fine.

“We met through his stylist Harry Lambert.” You began before pointing to the camera, “Shout out to Lamby by the way!” Harry followed suit and instead waved at the camera with a lopsided grin.

“Anyway, Lamby and I know each other through work. We’re under the same company and we do similar things, etc. One day he invited me to come out to one of H’s shows, I didn’t have anything better to do, so I decided to go.”

“We met before the show though, remember?” Harry gently interjected, using his arm behind you to tap your shoulder. You nodded, “Yeah we did, I was fortunate enough to meet him before he went out on stage and we got on really well—“

You looked at Harry, “We probably spent about five minutes talking, right?”

“Yeh, it was pretty quick. I don’t know if you felt it at first, but like—Y’know that feeling when you kinda just know a person is gonna have some kind of impact on y’life?” Harry wondered aloud, hands waving around to try and get his point across. Mable and Ryland nodded, making sounds of agreement.

“It was like that and I thought about it the entire time I was on stage. After that everything seemed to fall into place and the rest was history.” Harry finished, smacking his hand on his leg. Ryland was the first to speak, “So after the concert did you try to always come up with an excuse to go to his shows or did you try to persuade Harry Lambert to invite (Y/n) more often?” Ryland pointed between the couple in front of him.

You and Harry stared at each other, his brow raised at you while your eyes squinted at his. Harry stuck his pointer finger out, “Well I got her number after, so I didn’t have to make any excuses for her to be at my shows. I’d invite her, she’d come and watch, then we would hang out after. Sometimes when we were in the same place, we would meet up too.”

“I’m assuming this went on for months?” Mable looked between you and Harry.

“Yeah, but the thing is, he was touring and I was working. So we had to be in different places all the time.” You clarified. Harry picked off where you left, “We managed to make it work though, I don’t think either of us were going to give up that easily.”

The video caught you and Harry gazing into each other’s eyes momentarily.

“Absolutely.” You agreed, scrunching your nose at him, similar to what he did earlier. Mable pouted at the two of you, “You guys are so cute.”

Harry quietly thanked her as he situated himself on the couch again. While Mable and Ryland gushed about how much you guys were “goals”, the famous singer got even more comfortable on the couch. He placed his mug down and leaned his body against your side, he softly took your arm and held it against his chest so you were holding him. He leaned the mic lower so it was closer to him and was mindful of where his feet was to avoid bumping his mug on the floor.

“I’m just curious, but what are like the weirdest rumors have you guys heard about yourselves?” Ryland asked, moving the conversation along.

“I don’t have any.” Mable shrugged.

“Maybe that guy last night can share some, should we call him?” You sang, jokingly pulling out your phone. Mable groaned and slapped her forehead with her palm, “I hate the both of you.”

“I’ve heard stuff about us, but I really think this rumor would be more fun to talk about.” You pondered. Harry shifted his head on your chest to look up at you, “Wha’ rumor?”

The corner of your lip turned into a smirk as you simply said, “Hobama.”

Harry suddenly threw his head back and bursted out laughing.

“Like President Obama?” Ryland screamed in shock, his brows raised to his forehead.

“I honestly don’t know how it started. It randomly popped up on the tabloids and followed me around for years—till this day, might I add!” Harry tried to clarify.

“I feel like it got even worse when Graham asked you about it.” You chuckled, fingers mindlessly playing with Harry’s brunette curls.

“What did Graham ask?” Mable leaned towards the couple.

“He asked if it was true that I had a sexual relationship or affair with Obama—I knew they were gonna ask me about it prior to the show being filmed. But at the time I was like fuck it and just went along w’it.” Harry started, “I didn’t know that it would become an actual thing.” He deadpanned, sending a look at the camera.

“Have there been any Hobama signs at any of your recent shows?” Ryland squinted his eyes at Harry.

“Not a one.” Harry paused, “But after this episode airs, I wouldn’t be surprised if I see a couple in the crowds.”

Mable crossed her arms, “Your shows are very interesting—in a good way—of course.”

“Thank you.” Harry grinned, “Yeh, we’ve got a lot of things going on. Every night it’s like a giant sleep over with a bunch of friends. We sing songs, we dance—“

“Trauma dumping!” Ryland interjected excitedly. Harry gestured to the man opposite him, “Right, we do therapy sessions.”

“Don’t forget the gender reveals, proposals, and helping them come out.” You continued to list, Harry nodding his head at every thing you said.

“Harry’s like a Swiss Army knife, he just does everything.” Mable joked. Ryland sighed and rested his chin in his palm, “You’re so talented.”

“You’re better at controlling cameras and all the sound equipment than me.” Harry acknowledged, raising a brow at him. Ryland snapped his finger at the Brit, “You’re so right, thank you, Harry.”

Harry placed his hand on his heart, “I gotcha man.” You then raised your hand, catching Harry’s attention, “Yes, m’love?”

“Can I just say how proud I am of you and like how insanely successful the tour has been?” You sat up, making Harry sit up as well. He remained close to you, wrapping his arm back around your shoulder. Though your statement made him pout at you, “Y’make my heart feel fuzzy.”

Mable and Ryland audibly awed at the both of you.

“No! Like seriously, it makes me so proud to see how much of a safe space your concert is to all you fans and anyone who steps foot into those shows.” You placed your hand on his tattooed arm and gave it a small squeeze. “I don’t think you realize how much of an impact you make on people’s lives, like we all appreciate you so much and I just wanted to remind you of that.” You shrugged, shrinking into your own shoulders.

“C’mere.” Harry said dragging out his words as he pulled you into a hug, this time he held you and your head was tucked into the crook of his neck. Instead of letting you go, Harry helped you get comfortable in his arms.

“While we’re at it, I just wanted to say how much fun I’m having right now. Thank you guys for having me” Harry gestured to Mable and Ryland across from him then turned to you, “And thank you to you for allowing me to be in your workspace and sharing it with me. You’ve always supported me throughout everything and now I finally get to support you and your craft, so thank you for trusting me to be here.”

Now it was your turn to pout, though there was a twinkle in you eye, “Thank you, H.” You hummed as Harry pecked your temple.

“I’m rooting so hard for you guys, you have no idea.” Mable said from her seat, the camera cut to Ryland who agreed.

“Yeh, I guess we like each other a lot.” Harry joked. You smiled softly at him.

“I don’t wanna intrude but is there a possible wedding in the future?” Ryland asked. It was silent between you and Harry, the both of you staring at each other before answering.

“I think so, I have some pretty high hopes.” You answered. Harry made a sound of agreement, “I think when everything calms down we’ll figure it out, but without a doubt it’s definitely in the cards.”

Harry let out a small chuckle and added, “Let me release the fourth album and then I’ll put a ring on it.”

The camera cut to you blushing with wide eyes, clearly taken off guard by your boyfriend’s comment. Mable and Ryland were quick to react, sending you teasing looks and screaming “oooo”.

The corner of Harry’s mouth lifted into a smirk, turning his head to look at you he asked, “How’s that sound?”

You scrunched your nose (adorably, Harry might add) and pretended to put some thought into it.

“Sounds like a plan, but on one condition.”

Harry’s brows raised as he waited for you to continue.

“You have to release Medicine.” You said, Harry caught on to your banter and feigned an annoyed sigh, “Babe, we’ve talked about this.”

“Fine, then can we get a puppy?”

“Of course we can, darling, we’ll have one by tomorrow morning.” Harry jested, sounding incredibly posh.

You turned to the camera apologetically and spoke directly to your boyfriend’s fans, “Sorry guys, I tried.”

Though in reality, you knew that Harry would release Medicine in a heartbeat if you asked him to.

[mrsbarnesxxx]

Either poly!marauders x fem!reader or remus lupin for characters!<3

Reader talks back in public to them/him and gets told off or yelled at or punished(😏😏😏)

Hope your day goes swell love!

A/N: I absolutely loved this request! I'm always a bit lost on how to write actual smut, so I'm sorry!

Warnings: Suggestive content, hints at poly! relationship, cursing?

His brow quirked at your words, "You wanna say that again love?"

"I said I don't have to listen to you." You repeat. You don't know why you were acting this way. It's not like the request he made was unreasonable. It wasn't like he asked you to stand on your head and juggle.

He nods, jaw clenching and unclenching. "Love, I'm only going to ask you one more time."

"I already told you, I don't need a jacket." You say crossing your arms. You hadn't chosen the best place to have this argument either. The two of you were currently standing in the middle of the common room, his friends standing behind him. It wasn't like you were being quiet either. For some reason his request infuriated you, it was like he thought if he said jump you were supposed to jump right then.

"Love, it's 30 degrees outside. You need a jacket or else you'll get sick." You ignored him. You wouldn't even look at him. His jaw tightened once again before he turned around smiling at his friends. "Why don't you guys go along without us. We'll meet you there." He said through tight lips and even his friends knew not to ignore him.

That got your attention. You were in trouble now, you felt the blood rush from your face, you got dizzy at what those implications could be.

They nodded and headed through the portrait hole, muttering quietly to themselves.

"Let's go find you a jumper, love." He says grabbing your wrist and guiding you upstairs. His grip wasn't tight, he didn't want to hurt you.

"Which one do you want love?" He asks holding up two jumpers. You point to a tan and brown patterned one. He helps you slip it over your head before pressing a kiss to your head and pulling you back downstairs. The two of you walk to Hogsmeade in silence. You're honestly shocked you're still going. Usually by now, he'd have you bent over his lap, ass covered in handprints, but instead, he guides you gently into the three broomsticks and over to a table with his friends.

He stays like this for the afternoon. It's almost like he's forgotten about your attitude...almost. You know he'd never let it slide, but for now, you soak in his attention and kind touches.

By the time you make it back to the common room, you've forgotten about your argument with Remus this morning. That is until you bid them goodnight, kissing Remus on the cheek and heading for the stairs. Remus's hand encircles your wrist as you walk away.

He tuts softly, hand combing through your hair gently, "Didn't think I'd forgot, did you poppet?" He whispers into your ear causing goosebumps to arise across your body. "Can't let you get away that easily. Come on."

He pulls you up to the dorms, the others had already headed up there. You couldn't even imagine what he had planned. You guys reach the dorm and he pulls you into a passionate kiss. You melt into him, shocked at how soft he's being with you. It only causes your anxiety to build at what he has planned.

He drags you to the bed and pulls you so you're on top of him. Your back resting against his chest. He spreads your legs over his own. Your skirt riding up exposing your panties to everyone. You frantically try to cover yourself, but Remus catches your hands holding them down.

"No love. Let them see. Let them watch as I tease you. As I bring you to the edge of pleasure only to deny you. As your pussy flutters around nothing, desperate to be filled." He says loud enough for them to hear, his hand coming tom trace lazily over your clothed cunt.

"Get comfortable boys, it's going to be a long night." He says addressing his friends. The others didn't know who they wanted to be more. Remus as he started kissing down your neck, or you as you sat there, being tortured by Remus.

[emlovslennon]

anotha one because holy fuck this man makes me feral.

era: 1968-early ‘69

-

John has been inside our bedroom for at least 2 hours, practicing the same song over and over again. The only song he actually cares about, that is. John has about completely given up on the band, but he at least there’s some energy. One thing to know about John, however, is that he HATES being interrupted. Even by his wife. But, you’ve been craving his touch for weeks, he’s hardly paid any mind, so why not take a risk?

Once you mustered up the courage, and by mustering up you put on a short, skimpy, night gown John had bought you for your second wedding anniversary and some black, see through tights. You slowly, but surely walked up to the door. It took you a good thirty seconds to actually open the door. John didn’t even look at you when you opened the door, to see you standing by the doorway barely covered.

“Johnny, please, it’s been forever. I want you.” You whimpered, too scared to be too loud.

“Y/n… What have I told you at least a thousand times? I’m working, not the time.” John warns, looking back at me. You could see on his face that a blush appeared, he bit his lip, staring you down his down like a predator finding it’s prey.

“But please, John. I promise just one time and you can go back to-“ you was quickly cut off by John nearly slamming his guitar to the ground and getting off of your shared bed to come up and grab you by the chin.

“You just don’t like listening, do you? Been a lot more bitchy lately cuz I haven’t been bedding you. Now you’re just gonna have to take whatever I fucking give you. Do you hear me, girl?” John reprimanded. You felt the heat between your legs beginning to drool and throb. This was gonna be rough, but it’s something.

John grabbed you and threw you onto the bed, you could hear the ruffling of clothes as John unbuckled his belt and undid his purple button up.

“Hands and knees. Now.” John growled, his voice was low and domineering. You actually felt, afraid in way. But it just turned you on. You never saw John like this, and you couldn’t help but like it. You instantly got up on your hands and knees, your head resting against the plush pillow underneath you. He ripped your tights down to your thighs, exposing your bottom half to him.

“You do not understand the amount of stress I’m under right now. The last thing I need is my ever so loving wife to act like a fucking dog in heat.” Johns voice got louder. Without warning, John smacked his belt against your lower half, causing you to cry out.

“John, please. ‘M wanna help you.” You murmured. John looked at you, amazed. You would really do anything for him if it means you got stuffed full of his cock, or if it made him feel better. He really won the jackpot by finding you.

“You wanna help me, baby? Well, I suppose you can. But I’m warning you now, I’m not going easy on ye. So if you need to smack me or tell to me to stop, please do.” He said, quite softly. The softness didn’t last long however, he brought he belt back to your ass again. Your cunt was glistening, wetness pooling down your thighs, aching for him.

“Holy fuck, you like this, y/n? You like how I’m marking your little ass? Huh? Your cunts crying for me.” John chuckled. You put this man in pure disbelief. You make it so hard for him to stay mad at you.

After about six more lashes from his belt, your ass was completely red and bruised. There was definitely gonna be a mark or two (or three) in the morning. Your thighs were shaking, you could feel tears wanting to escape your eyes, but you loved it. Honestly, this was so much better than just regular love making. John took his cock out of his boxers and teased you with it. You were so drenched that your wetness was pooling onto the bedsheets below. Johns mouth literally felt like watering. You were fighting the urge to grind back on him, trying to get him to go inside.

“Almost forgot, baby. Need to stretch ya out.” John mumbled under his breath. He put two fingers into your drooling cunt without warning. Your sighs turned into cries as he scissored you fast and quick. Your heart was pounding, you felt like you were on cloud nine. The pleasure was unbearable.

“Fuck, such a good little girl, you are. Taking everything I give you. My obedient little whore. I fucking love it.” John praised. The praises made you moan louder, the squelching noises from your cunt more than audible.

“John, fuck, please, please.” You begged. Your voice pathetically hoarse from your cries.

“Gonna need more convincing than that. That’s pathetic.” John said. You cried out again when his fingers continually hit your sweet spot.

“John please fuck me. I need you so badly, I’ll be so good please. ‘M so wet for you.” You begged. God, it was dirty, so pathetic. But oh my god. You loved it so much. John almost burst when he heard you beg. He swore it was the hottest thing he had ever heard in his life. John spent no time thrusting his whole length inside you. Giving you no time to adjust.

You screamed at the intrusion. John pounded you like it was last fuck on earth. All the stress from the rehearsals and the rocky friendship with Paul gone away. All he could think about was making his good girl cum. (And himself, duh). You were so, so good to him.

“Yeah, that feel good, sweet girl? Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Lemme hear how good I fuck you.” John demanded. If you weren’t already screaming the house down, you sure as hell were now. Johns cock hit all the right places inside you. But, fuck. He was relentless.

“J-john, s-slow down!” You yelled out. John slapped your ass in response, causing you to cry out.

“You can take it, baby. I know you can. Come on, fucking take it.” John grunted. You turned to look at him. He looked fucking mesmerizing. Sweat was all down his chest and all over his face, his long hair stuck to his forehead and messy. He was biting his lip and he gotten rid of his glasses. He looked like a god.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your sweet release. John caught you staring and gave you a smirk and playful slap to your ass, causing you to gasp. You attempted to look away but John grabbed you once again and flipped you over, so you were underneath him. He pulled you down and pinned your arms above your head, and continued to pound into you. Your thighs and poor cunt started to get sore from the rough treatment, but you can’t say you were complaining in the slightest.

“J-john, I-I-“ you panted. You couldn’t even properly form words anymore. John was fucking you way too good, to the point of being brainless.

“Aw, can’t speak, baby? Is Johnny fucking you too good? Huh? Wanna cum? My angel wants to cum?” John cooed. His hand caressing your cheek as he kissed your forehead. Even if this started because he undeniably pissed, he still couldn’t help but fawn over his beautiful girl. All his.

All you could do was nod. John was thinking about teasing you a bit more and edging you, but you’ve done way too good for him. It just wouldn’t be fair.

“Come on, y/n. Cum for me. Fuck.” John moaned. The squelching sound from your cunt intensified, and you felt an even more overpowering feeling than just a “regular” orgasm. Your weak cries turned into screams as you squirted all onto Johns cock and bedsheets. John stopped his thrusting and watched. Not only was he shocked, he was internally proud of himself.

“What a good fucking girl. Look at that.” John whispered in awe. You were trembling and had tears running down your face, your mascara was staining your cheeks. It pulled at Johns heartstrings. He felt awful now.

“Y/n…Are you okay? Honey, I’m sorry. I’ll clean you up.” Before he could get up and grab a towel, you quickly grabbed his arm.

“No, need you to cum in me. Please. ‘M wanna make you feel good.” You begged weakly. John was taken aback, but smirked as he pinned back to the bed, his hand lightly grasping your neck as he began to pound himself inside you again. You ached as you felt so overstimulated, but you wanted him to get his release. He deserved one too.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum. Just wait a little longer baby.” He grunted. His grunts becoming louder and his pants increasing. He was fucking hot. John let out a strangled moan as he filled you up to the brim. He slowly let his weight fall on top of you. His hair fell to each side of your face.

“T-thank you.” You whisper to him. John looks up, smiling sweetly. He slowly pulls out of you and looks at his cum dripping from your abused cunt.

“Honey, really. If I hurt you, I’m sorry. You’re so precious to me. I hope you know that.” John said with genuine sympathy. You grasped his hand and nuzzled into his chest.

“No, please. Let’s do that more often.”

Needless to say, John took note of that.

-

Needless to say, i let out some steam and some sexual frustration in this so uhm enjoy HAHSHS.

[heeliopheelia]

"don't give me that look" + "i know you feel how i feel" (niki x fem! reader)

genre: fluff word count: 1.1k requested by @i-am-confused-about-life ♡

warnings: swearing, a tiny mention of blood

a/n: it's currently after midnight and i had 4 hours of sleep today 🧍i know you suggested for it to be angsty as well but i just couldn't think of a way to mix these two genres together in here 🤓 hope you still like it tho, love!! 💜

"Tie your shoelaces, loser."

Taking a discreet glance at your sneakers, you roll your eyes as you notice that they're, in fact, loose and dragging on the concrete. Not wanting to disturb people on the sidewalk, you take two steps to the side to tie your shoe in there, only to end up tripping over the ungodly long shoelace and nearly falling face flat to the ground.

"Do I need to teach you how to walk or something?" Riki teases from above you, hands on your waist as his grip on you is the only thing keeping you away from the concrete.

Once he's sure you're balanced again, he sighs heavily before crouching down in front of you.

"What are you doing?" You ask in confusion, watching as he grabs your white shoelaces in between his long fingers.

"So damn incompetent," he mutters, finishing tying your shoe with a neat bow at the top. Raising back to his feet, he flicks your nose playfully. "Would a simple thank you kill you? Strip you from your honor?"

"I'm not a child, Riki," you grumble, fervently tugging on your hair to cover up your reddening ears.

"And yet it's you who almost kissed the ground just a minute ago," he bites back with a light scoff.

Shoving him to the side, you miss to spot the large crack in the sidewalk, causing you to trip again and lurch forward, falling on your bare knees. You whine quietly, glaring at the gap in between the concrete tiles.

"Fuck, are you okay?" Riki asks, rushing to grab you under your arms and pull you back on your legs. You wince at the soreness in your knees and you look down, noticing the thin stream of blood seeping through the broken skin. "Jesus, you're such a clutz."

"It's all your fault," you pout, putting the blame on your best friend. "You were so annoying, I forgot to look where I was going!"

Riki scoffs at your poor excuse before stepping away to take a better look at your hurt knees. A slight frown appears on his face and you shift in your place, not used to being an object of such intense attention. Before the butterflies in your stomach have the chance to drill your stomach through or before the blush blossoming on your cheeks devours your entire face, you poke his shoulder.

"It's just a small cut, nothing big," you try to dismiss it, eager to start walking again. "It's probably only gonna bruise, that's all."

Riki raises his eyebrow. "Or it can get infected and do some real damage, stupid," he scolds, flicking your forehead. "You need to be more careful."

"Watch out or I'm gonna believe you're actually worried about me," you tease, impatiently tugging on his elbow to start moving.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," he replies with a voice uncommonly soft for him before getting back to his usual cheeky self. "You're so ugly when you cry. Scares the living shit out of me each time."

His words echo through your head and your face is already burning by the time you realize that you were right and he's actually genuinely concerned for you.

"Shut up, you sound like you have a crush on me or something," you mumble out, embarrassed.

"Yeah, maybe I do."

He's so sickeningly composed as he looks at your face being struck with shock - eyes widening, mouth dropping slightly as you gape at him.

"Y-You what?" You involuntarily stutter, instantly abandoning your cool facade. Your heart is in your throat right now and no matter how much you swallow, it doesn't go away. "Stop joking around like that. It's not funny."

"It wasn't supposed to be," he huffs, eyes bright and confident as he pierces you through with his gaze. "Don't give me that look. Are you really that slow? I thought you already knew. All of our friends caught up last year."

"Last year?" You exclaim. You grasp onto any sanity left in you after his confession, absolutely convinced you're about to faint.

"Well, yeah. But I've liked you way longer than that."

And suddenly you it all connects together in your head. How he smiles a little too much whenever you're around. How you've caught his gaze across the classroom one too many times before he he tried to play it off and roll his eyes at you. The way he claims all of your jokes are so 'stupid' and yet he never fails to laugh his heart out after hearing them. As you start putting all the puzzles together, you realize that perhaps he's not lying after all and maybe you're really that oblivious.

"Damn, you must like me a lot, huh?" You tease him, trying to turn the tables and catch him off guard for a change.

"That I do. But probably not as much as you like me," he says and your heart suddenly forgets how to work properly. You gawk at him in confusion. "Sunoo spilled. I know you feel how I feel," he explains, earning a betrayed gasp from of you.

"That big-mouth traitor!"

"Hey, at least that gave me the green light to come clean to you, no?" He asks, pulling you closer by the waistband of your shorts. "Cut him some slack. It's not like he meant to snitch on you anyway. I kinda put him against the wall."

You can't stop the big smile from crawling onto your lips as you let out a giddy laughter, one that nearly has Riki's knees buckling here and there.

"So what are we gonna do with this anomaly now?"

You watch as the corners of his mouth irk up as he leans down and brushes his nose against yours.

"Well, I think a date is what you normally start the relationship with. But since when are we normal?"

You fail to suppress your smile again. Riki's just too charming for his own good, you both know that. Raising on your toes, you gently brush your lips against his, pressing a butterfly kiss on his plush mouth. You need to pull away because you're sure your heart is about to explode in no second. Kissing him feels like too much and not enough at the same time, making your mind go in a haze.

"Thought you could do better than that."

You gasp at his statement, hitting his arm at his boldness. He rubs the itching place with a wince and sends you a pointing look. "Be gentle, please. You wouldn't want to give your boyfriend a sore arm now, would you? How else would he carry your bag every day after school?"

You scoff and bite back a smile as you take a glance at your backpack hooked over his shoulder. "Boyfriend?" You ask instead.

"Yeah. You're my girl now," he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the entire world. With a shrug, he envelops your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together before he starts walking again. "Come on. I should probably take you out for dinner now, huh?"

permanent taglist: @bambisgirl @arizejkt19 @luvmura @milisabunny @cathy-1997

[jiggy-manda]

amber freeman x reader

request: no idea if u write for this kind of stuff, but can i request a amber freeman x reader or a Sam carpenter x reader like self harm/comfort fic?

you didn’t mean for it to happen. it was supposed to be a secret, a well kept secret that nobody would find out about.

you should’ve known that your girlfriend wouldn’t take no for an answer.

amber had seen you without clothes multiple times, but you always found a way to work around it. keeping the lights dim when you’re intimate, wearing underwear that strategically covers your hips… it wasn’t a perfect system, and of course you knew she would find out eventually, but that didn’t stop you from still hoping she wouldn’t ever know.

that fated day came when you got a bit carried away and forgot to think about your ways of hiding the scars. for starters, you both were on her couch with the lights on, and you were both naked. bare. nothing to hide your most loathed yet cherished habit.

she’s been running her hands up your legs when she felt them, and she slowly frowned and pulled away.

you were too far gone that all you could give her was a curious look; you secretly hoped she would ignore it and go back to making you feel good.

“when did this start?”

you looked up at your girlfriend guiltily, and your voice was barely higher than a whisper. “i don’t know, like… awhile ago,” you breathed out.

amber gave you a stern look, causing you to break. “fine. a couple years, give or take…”

“why did you start?”

you ducked your head, avoiding her gaze. “after… the attacks.” you winced as you spoke; you didn’t want her to think it was because of her. it had nothing to do with her. you were there during the attacks, and you had gotten hurt, but it was richie who’d done it. amber… amber had ignored you. it was weird, and you still didn’t know why. you were too scared to ask her, even if you’d been dating for months at this point.

you wished you hadn’t looked back up, because all you saw was amber’s guilty look. “you started because… because of me?”

“no,” you immediately protested. “you never hurt me. i mean yeah, you scared the shit out of me for a couple hours, but you never… did anything.” you shifted in your seat uncomfortably, still not completely understanding what happened that night.

“i… yeah,” amber said with a pause. “i didn’t… i didn’t want to.”

you gave her a confused look. “what do you mean?”

“you just… you were different,” she said with a shrug. “i didn’t want to hurt you.”

“why?”

“don’t know. it just felt different.”

“oh.”

“yeah.��� there was an awkward pause before she spoke again. “he— did he hurt you badly?”

“yeah,” you replied quietly, curling up to wrap your arms around your knees. “my stomach… you’ve seen it.” she nodded. “the scar healed after a year or so, but it was still serious. you can’t see how deep it was, especially with the smaller scar.”

“i see.” once again, she paused and looked down. “but if you were stabbed, why do you…” she struggled to find the words. “why do you hurt yourself? especially in that way?”

it was your turn to be at a loss for words. “dunno. just helps, i guess.”

amber looked at you, examining your face. you were visibly uncomfortable, and the vulnerability in your expression made her heart twinge. “how?”

you sighed. “it… i don’t know. it’s weird,” you said while shaking your head. “it’s stupid, really.”

amber’s eyes widened as she rushed forward to take your hand into her own. “no,” she said urgently. “it’s not stupid. nothing that leads you to harm yourself is stupid. if you feel like you need to hurt yourself, it doesn’t matter how valid you think the reason is because you deserve help either way.”

she looked down at your lower body again, moving your arm out of the way so she could observe the scars on your hips. you shifted a bit, uncomfortable with the attention on your most hated attribute.

“you take care of them, right?” she asked softly, giving you a tender look.

you nodded. “i clean them. clean my blades, get rid of the waste. i’ve never gotten an infection.”

amber felt her eye twitch at the subtle reminder that this had been a common occurrence for multiple years. “good, that’s good.” she looked down again, leaning her face closer. “can i…”

you sucked in a breath before nodding.

“okay,” she whispered.

her finger tips started running up your leg, lightly moving over the disrupted skin on your hips. you shivered at the touch, a product of both the cold nature of her hands and the intimacy of the matter.

“i’m sorry,” she said quietly.

you found yourself shaking your head once more, more forcefully this time. “it’s not your fault. stop apologizing.”

the guilty look on her face didn’t falter once, so you just brought her into a hug. “it wasn’t you.”

“im glad you’re safe now,” she mumbled into your hair.

“you make me feel safe, amber.”

the puppy dog eyes she gave you melted your heart, and you smiled down at the way she rested her chin down on your chest.

“promise you’ll tell me if you ever feel like doing it again?”

you nodded down at her. “promise.”

[owlphibiaisthebest15]

Hi guys! I want to talk about a minor problem I have with Amphibia and how they could've been done better. I will not be talking about any of the big problems that people have already complained about, like Sasha and Marcy's lack of screentime, their character arcs, parents, nobody talking about Marcy after "True Colors", yada yada yada, because we don't need another post like that, and I want to keep this overdue rant as short as possible. This is based on my personal opinions along with a few others, but feel free to disagree with me if you want. But with further, let us begin...

Anne almost always gets way too easily forgiven for f*cking up.

Okay! This one may be a hot take because I have never seen another person complain about this. But this has been eating me away for MONTHS, and if no one else is going to say it, then I will. While this occasionally extends to some other characters depending on the episode. The one I want to talk about most is Anne. Now, at the start of the series, Anne was pretty much a jerk with a heart of gold. She was selfish, bratty, lazy, and irresponsible, but she did learn from the mistakes that she made and became a true hero by the end of the series. While some of these flaws and mistakes are not worth talking about, there are still others that are actually worse than what the show's narrative portrays them to be.

They may not be as bad as leading a toad army to invade the capital city, burying the only thing that could get Anne home, or sending your friends to another world on purpose. Anne has still made some pretty questionable decisions, even to the point where they often cross the line.

Here's a list of some of the worst things Anne Boonchuy has ever done from Season 1 and 2:

Breaking Hop Pop's favorite cane that also happens to be a keepsake of his father and grandfather all while making fun of him.

Manipulating Sprig into taking Bessie the family Snail on a Joyride without reading. Which is like someone taking a car out for a spin without a driver's permit.

Forcing Sprig to marry Maddie despite his obvious discomfort for Pizza Dough and later forces him to date Ivy while he's still engaged to Maddie.

Faking being sick to get out of farm duty, which led the Plantars getting sick themselves and even thought they were all going to die from red leg.

Slacking off while she was supposed to be protecting the frozen townsfolk, while aware of what happens to one of them while they're frozen. Which, of course, led to Polly almost getting eaten by a giant weasel.

Causes massive property damage with Polly while on the streets of Newtopia, and later breaks into Newtopia University in hopes of finding a rad college party. The second one was Polly's idea, but Anne had no problem going along with it.

A team effort along with her frog family. Sending a giant chicken to attack Wartwood. Which BTW can create tornadoes, breathe fire, and even turned their loved ones into stone, all because they forgot to buy everyone gifts. Sure, Anne was against the idea, but she still went along with it.

What do characters usually respond with when Anne admits her mess ups?! "It's okay! You're good! What you did was serious, but it doesn't matter that we almost died, as long as you learned your lesson."

Though Anne still at least got a lot better, as the worst things she's done in Season 3 were covering up some major plot points from her parents, robbing a museum to get a clue on how to find a way back to Amphibia, and tricking Blair the Balloonist into flying a hot air balloon. Though, the first one is still a little f*cked up, but she did have selfless reasons for doing these, and she came clean for 2/3 of these.

But still, 90% of this show is just a lighthearted slice of life cartoon, but when it shifts to its dark story driven and plot twisting side, this is where the narrative (and by some extent Anne herself) gets pretty hypocritical. It's pretty much when Anne messes up and lies to other characters. It's a simple error in judgment. But when other main characters such as Sasha, Marcy, and even Hop Pop do the same to her, first they gotta face hell for it, and then they get their redemption arc.

Yes! They did do some serious sh*t, and Anne had a right to be mad at them. But it seems that other characters are just not allowed to even stay mad at Anne when she does pretty similar sh*t. I mean, yes, she does try to make up for it, and yes, she admits what she's done most of the time, and eventually, she does become a better person from them. But so have Hop Pop, Sasha, and Marcy. But again, they didn't get the protagonists treatment. They got hurt and thrown around like ragdolls because of one or two big mistakes, and even that wasn't enough.

While Anne sometimes faces some consequences for her actions, like breaking Hop Pop's heirloom cane with HP giving her dish duty for a month (Cmon man! You should've given her way more than that!), gets banned from an arcade because she threatened to eat newt kids for cutting in line (which is not important), and most importantly, gets stranded in Amphibia after being peer pressured by her friends to shoplift it, all on her 13th birthday. Which I guess was enough for karma itself to feel so bad for her that she will hardly ever worry about facing any lasting consequences for her misdeeds ever again. While karma beats the cr*p out of others who would dare lie and betray our precious protagonists, even when they have sympathetic reasons for doing so.

Speaking of, this leads to me to clarify something that some fans have misinterpreted since the beginning of the series. The flashback scene in the second episode, "Best Fronds," was intended to show where Anne's distorted views on friendship and some of her toxic traits come from. Not to justify every single bad decision Anne has ever made, like what some fans think.

While I'm not gonna say that Anne was just as bad as Sasha before Amphibia, as it does show that Anne had her own personal flaws that she had to get through without depending on her friends. Who were more enabling her flaws than causing them.

However, while the show does try to show that Anne wasn't exactly much better in their friend dynamic than they were. For the reasons I mentioned earlier, it instead paints Anne as the least toxic one or not being toxic at all. With them only making a handful of moments that show that even after their betrayals, Anne still isn't much better than them. But the usual wacky slice of life narrative in her character development episodes downplays the severity of her actions, with Anne only just getting an emotional lesson after nearly getting everyone killed, and some of the said lessons being brought up in a few episodes to test her character or as examples to show others how much she has grown.

Now, I'm going to do some comparisons between Amphibia and The Owl House. While there are several things that Amphibia did better than TOH and about an equal amount of things TOH did better than Amphibia. One of those things that The Owl House did better than Amphibia was the writers treating each and every character fairly. The characters make mistakes and learn from them without the narrative downplaying the seriousness of their mistakes, and it isn't always "Okay! You're forgiven! What you did was serious, but it doesn't matter that we almost died. You learned your lesson, and that's what matters." While it doesn't give other characters the short end of the forgiveness stick for doing similar sh*t. With that, it also makes the character arcs a little bit better, in my opinion.

However, I'm not saying that Anne's character development was bad or that Matt Braly is treating Anne like how some see Alex Hirsch did with Mabel. The show did alright with changing a bratty teenager with flawed views of friendship into a true and selfless hero. All of what I described seems to what TV Tropes would call "Protagonist Centered Morality," and if I'm being honest, but because of that reason, I don't find Anne to be the most appealing character to me. I'm sorry! I know that a lot of you love her, and she's the second most popular character in the show; with the first being Marcy (my favorite), but I don't even dislike her either. I just feel that the narrative could've done better in treating the characters more fairly, like how TOH did with their characters. I really want to like Anne more than I do now, but for what I described, it makes it kinda hard for me to.

That's it for my opinions on this. This was longer than I thought, so if you read it this far or read it at all. You either think that I have a point and should do more of this or my analysis stinks, and I should never speak my dumb mind again. I'll probably see how this goes either way. If anybody else here still cares about this show.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Lessons in Intimacy

Summary: The Emperor's Children wish to see mortal entertainment again during the Maraviglia. By the grace of Slaanesh, all facets of pleasure are available to them.

Tyrell (OC?)/fem!Reader (or OC, it's hard to say)

Warnings: dubious consent, noncon, voyeurism, violence

Word count: 1329

Song: Mindless Self Indulgence - Get It Up (I love this song so much! This is literally the anthem of the Slaanesh Space Marines)

In addition to the descriptions of body horror and angst, I decided to finally try my hand at smut. Tyrell is one of the Space Marines, rarely mentioned, but I used his phrase in the analysis about the Emperor's Children. So in part he can be considered an original character? Or no, decide for yourself.

When Maraviglia was there, they had no control over themselves. Those feelings, previously unfamiliar to the Space Marines, overwhelmed them. They were eager to release them. And the first thing they started doing was killing. Shed blood, devour flesh. They just couldn't stop. They knew only this method of obtaining pleasure.

And yet they saw. Saw how mortals greedily are linked with each other. How all over the hall their flesh merged into a gigantic mass. How they were consumed by the orgy. And after Maraviglia. After Isstvan V, the Space Marines realized how they wanted to feel. More. They demanded excess. Try new sensations and activities. If only the pleasure never ends. Try what was available only to mortals.

Apothecary Fabius, indulging the brothers’ wishes, decided to conduct a “lesson.” For each company, two slaves were allocated, who were supposed to show in detail what was happening between them. Some Space Marines were experiencing the vision of sex for the first time. Others saw this process at one time. But then before Slaanesh it did not cause any emotions. Now, by the grace of the Lord of pleasure, they were eager to see it again.

The mortal man was large, tall, and muscular. It seems Fabius decided to play a trick on his brothers and took the strongest slave who could “play” the space marines. Well, the woman... was beautiful. So small compared to a man. And compared to the Emperor’s Children, she’s completely tiny.

Tyrell felt that almost most of the eyes were directed at her. Although some also looked at the man with lust in their eyes. One of the brothers could not decide who to pay attention to.

The mortal man didn't seem to care much about the reactions of the Emperor's Children. All his attention was focused on the woman who was trying to cover her naked body. The slave gently touched the girl's shoulder. She looked at him fearfully but confidentially. Apparently they knew each other before that day. And then... he kissed her.

Lips touched other lips, sometimes biting and sucking. The tongue penetrated the mouth and collided with the other in an unequal struggle. Tyrell forgot how to breathe for a couple of seconds. This simple action alone made his body feel hot. He felt a heaviness grip his stomach below.

The man gently lowered the girl to the floor. She, in turn, did not know where to look. Or on the floor and walls, just so as not to feel other people's gazes on her. Or a familiar face. Which covered her body with kisses. Shoulders, collarbone, breast, stomach. Until the slave stopped between the gates where he had come out a long time ago.

Tyrell does not see the full picture, but with his hearing he does not need to understand that the slave has begun to suck on the soft flesh. At the same time, the man began to stroke himself and the Space Marine forcefully forced himself not to lower his eyes. Could he really do the same?

There was a characteristic smell of arousal in the room. But then the slave stops. And he begins to position himself between the girl’s legs. Tyrell takes his breath away when he sees a man immersing himself in a woman. He hears the heavy breathing of his brothers next to him. The Space Marine was almost sure that all the Emperor's Children, just like him, were eagerly looking at the unfolding scene, as if hypnotized.

The girl whines in pain and Tyrell finds the sound charming. However, the mortal man leans down to the woman's ear and begins to stroke her stomach. Slowly. Gently. All mortals were fragile to the Space Marines and had to be handled with care. But seeing that mortal men treated women the same way was...intriguing. The slave whispers quietly to the girl so that only she can hear. However, the Space Marines still catch his words.

“Relax, relax. Then it won’t hurt.”

The girl frowns for a while until she completely takes control of her body. Satisfied with the result, the man rises and begins to push. Inserting and removing from a woman's body. Flesh slapped against flesh, making characteristic sounds. The man moaned shamelessly.

It was wonderful.

No painting, no music or sculpture can compare with this spectacle. It was almost like killings on a battlefield. But most of all, Tyrell was captivated by the sight of a mortal woman. How she tried to hold back her moan, breathing deeply. How sweat flowed down her body. The way her breasts swayed in time with the thrusts. They were so soft. The thought of touching these bulges with his lips crossed Tyrell’s mind and he swallowed.

This went on for almost an hour. Apothecary Fabius specifically stimulated the mortals in advance to give the Space Marines the opportunity to examine everything in the smallest detail. But that was not enough.

Tyrell realized this when he saw how at some point the girl’s hips began to tremble. How she moaned through clenched teeth. And how he smelled her juices. Somewhere in the distance a moan was heard from one of the Emperor's Children.

The man finished after the girl. And the space marine felt his body trembling with envy. He wanted it too. And when the man leaned toward the girl again to kiss her shoulder encouragingly... Tyrell couldn’t hold back.

It happened so quickly. Tyrell was not thinking at this moment. He just started beating the slave with all his might. Broke his bones, gutted his body. The rage overwhelmed him so much that he did not notice how, instead of a person, a bloody mess formed under his feet.

“I'm next”

The warrior looks around at the Emperor's Children. Pure rage and excitement radiated from his body. Nobody moved. With the exception of a couple of brothers who hurriedly left the hall, the moment the male slave died. Great. They will not take away a Space Marine's trophy.

Tyrell slowly turned and looked at the woman. Disheveled and red, covered in sweat, she looked in horror at the bloody mess. Despite the fact that the Space Marines had already managed to see every part of her naked body, she tried to cover herself. Thin arms rested on the chest, knees moved towards the stomach.

She was small. Fragile. Helpless. Yes, Tyrell called mortals that way before, but now the meaning of the words took on a different form. And remembering poetry, he realized how else he could describe the beauty.

Exciting.

Alluring.

Seductive.

Tyrell was a strong warrior. Although he lost to talents like Lucius and Julius, he still never kneeled. Until this day. Surprisingly, his legs did not obey. He just couldn't resist, couldn't. Feelings overwhelmed him, the growing excitement of receiving pleasure captured his brain.

He tried. He tried so much to gently spread her legs. The girl squeaked anyway and Tyrell realized that she would be left with bruises. But he didn't break her kneecaps. He tried very hard, she should appreciate this act.

The look of her... femininity. The sight of sex captured his mind. Just think, he hasn’t thought about this for so many decades, so many centuries. When pleasure, delight, paradise, were right under his nose. The smell was enticing and he wanted to taste it.

His head sank between the girl's legs and he carefully licked her. Until a storm of emotions overwhelmed him and he began to taste the juices too much. The beauty's intermittent sighs only egged him on. Just like her tears. And a cry of pain when Tyrell could not restrain his poison.

 He liked everything about her. And he wanted more. He didn't want to share with his brothers. They can use their slaves, and she will be his. The Space Marine wanted to tame her. Fill her out. Until the end.

By the mercy of Slaanesh Tyrell knew love.

[nalaniisthebest]

Bachelor - Jack Harlow

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summary: you surprise jack at his bachelor party.

authors note: let me know if y’all want a part two cause i’ll make it🫡 , i also got this idea from sb else but i forgot their @..

warning: 18+ mentions of smut, mentions of strippers, and dancing for adult if yk what i mean..

word count: 0.9k

taking one last look at yourself in the larger mirror in front of you, you rank your hands through your hair one last time before hearing a quiet knock on the door before opening. “you ready?” urban asked making you turn around, facing you. “yup.” you replied quickly. you watched urban eye you up and down, observing your chose of outfit before laughing to himself. “come on.” he motioned his towards the door before leaving.

when you said you were ready, you were lying. you were so nervous you couldn’t even think straight. as you followed urban you started to think about how much of a bad idea this was. this was supposed to be jacks night with his boys before the two of you got married, and yet here you were crashing his party. earlier in the week urban called you practically begging for you to be a “stripper” for jack’s bachelor party because jack didn’t want any.

“ i don’t wanna see any naked bodies if it’s not y/n” urban told you quoting jack. you were a little hesitant because one, you’re not a stripper to begin with, and two you really didn’t want to dance like this in front jacks friends. you were also hoping that jack wouldn’t be upset about you being here, although he doesn’t want any stripper, doesn’t mean he wants you as a stripper either.

you quickly realized you had to suck it up and push the self doubt to the back of your head when you standing in front of blindfolded jack. urban gave nemo a quick thumbs up before nemo spoke into the microphone. “alright jack, since your boring ass didn’t want any strippers for bachelor party. we decided to bring one that you couldn’t say no to.” nemo announced into the mircophone. urban now standing behind jack, took off the blindfold revealing the bright baby blues behind them.

he eye widened with shook while he roamed every inch of your body. a wave of shyness flooded over you, making you want to cover myself. but you didn’t, you pretended like you’ve done this before and slowly made your way behind him while Me U & Hennessy loudly bounced off the speakers. urban handed me the blindfold used to cover his eyes. “havin fun?” you whispered into jacks ear while grabbing his wrist. “only cause you’re here, i missed you.” he responded, turning his head back to look at you as your tying his wrist to the back of the chair.

you stood up, slowly running your hand along his shoulders. “ i think you’ll like what i have in store for you.” you smiled against his ear before gently biting on his earlobe and pulling away. you quickly swung one leg over jacks lap, catching him by surprise. as your hands found themselves rested on jacks shoulders you slowly wining your hips right ontop of jacks dick. you listened as a low groan left jacks making his head fall back, but you weren’t having it.

you harshly grab his cheeks, making him look at you. “look at me.” you demanded. jack ran his tongue slowly over his bottom lip, watching in awe as the movement in your hips start to speed up while your fingers ran themselves through his outgrown curls. “ fuck y/n, you got me bricked up in front of everybody.” he groaned leaning in, for a kiss. you quickly replaced your lips for your fingers, blocking the kiss as you got up. walking behind jack again, your hands roaming all over his chest while his heart is practically beating out his chest.

slowly, your hands found their way to his lap, on top of his growing bulge. “i bet no real stripper can make you feel the way i do.” you mumbled against his ear, leaving soft kisses against his neck. “i’m gonna take good care of you baby, don’t you worry.” you whispered again, running your hands up his chest one last time. walking back in front of jack, you took last look at jack before getting on your hands. both of your legs found themselves on either side on jack as you start shaking your ass in a circle, in his face.

everybody in the circle around us cheered you on. as you were about to stop, you felt a pair of familiar hands leave a harsh slap on your ass. fucking urban. you already knew he let jack go, and that’s how jacks hands were glued to your ass. but you didn’t care. it only fueled my ego as your stilled continued for a couple sceonds more than you intended too. jacks hands only leaving your waist to give your ass a harsh slap every once in a while. when you were done, you pushed yourself on to jacks lap with his hands still at your waist.

when you tried to get off his lap, his pushed your body down against his with his chest on your back. you felt this warm breath on the back of your neck, making you slightly turn your head. “ go home and wait for me there, im gonna fuck you so good baby.” he groaned against your ear, squeezing your waist and leaving a soft kiss behind your ear before letting you go. as you got off jacks lap, you spun around giving him one last air kiss before leaving..

[ineffableoutpost]

Spa Night

Fluffy steddie thread

It was a dumb idea, and Steve knew how silly he probably looked right now, but everyone else could fuck right off, ‘cause he deserved some relaxation.

As a little kid, he remembers seeing his mom in the evenings with some sort of creamy substance over her face and two cucumber slices over her eyes as she relaxed after coming home from work. During the brief six months that Steve’s dad was fucking his assistant at night and said he was staying late at work, Steve and his mom would have mini spa nights.

Safe to say that when his father got the girl pregnant and paid her to get an abortion, his mood soured and he took it out on little ten year old Steve. But alas, he grew up and forgot about it, until he met Nancy and caught her doing the same thing.

One night after he tried sneaking in through the window. She applied what was left of the concoction on his face and placed two cucumber slices over his eyes, and they laid down on her bed listening to music. It was a memory he cherished deeply.

Then the upside down happened and everything went to shit, literally. And then it happened a few more times. And for the most part, Steve would forget about it and only do it on a rare occasion when he felt like he could actually relax.

He got Robin to join him a few times, but her skin turned out to be very sensitive and it would give her an allergy or cause her to break out. Still, she sometimes would accompany him and even paint his nails with a glittery pink varnish she had.

Nancy and Robin were the only two people who knew about this, that is, except for Eddie.

Eddie who had decided to pay Steve a little visit unannounced and caught him lying on the couch, eating chips with a face mask on, cucumber slices and his hair wrapped up in a towel.

“Steve?” Eddie asked, letting his mouth hang open. Steve flicked and lifted one of the cucumber slices to get a better look, still squinting his eyes to try and focus his shitty sight. “Fuck, shit,” he cursed, starting to move from his comfortable spot.

“Nah, don’t move! you look comfy.” Even with the pink cream over his face, he still felt his cheeks glow red at the comment. “Were we supposed to meet up?”

Eddie shook his head, kicking off his shoes and dropping his keys on the little dish Steve had on the coffee table. “I was bored, and thought we could some joints, but this seems much more interesting,” he smirked.

“Don’t make fun of me,“he pouted

“Would never dream of doing so.” Steve rolled his eyes and sat up, letting the towel he had on his head drop down, revealing his damp hair. “Are you gonna keep me in suspense Stevie?”

Steve sighed and crossed his legs leaving room for Eddie to sit next to him on the couch. “I like to put on face masks and have a spa night to decompress and relax.” Eddie nodded, clearly amused at the big jock in front of him.

“Can I try?” Steve’s eyes opened in delight, excited to have someone to share this with. He nodded and got the little bowl with left over mixture from the table, mixing it a few times. Eddie tied his hair up in a loose ponytail and motioned his face towards Steve, closing his eyes. He flinched at the cool feeling and Steve’s fingers.

“Smells nice, what’s in it?”

“Lavender oil, avocado, honey and coconut oil.” Steve covered Eddie’s skin, enjoying the opportunity to touch him so up-close.

“Now what?” Eddie asked once Steve was done.

"Now we relax.”

They started off by closing their eyes and resting their heads against the back of the couch, passing the bowl of chips to each other and gossiping about people’s rentals from Family Video.

About an hour in, they both started to yawn, getting sleepy, even though it was only 9 pm. Steve led Eddie into his bathroom, where they both washed their face. Steve didn’t even have to work too hard to convince Eddie to sleep over.

In the end, he knew that they would be repeating this again, seeing as they fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow, and woke up tangled in each other’s arms. Thought at first a little awkward, they kept repeating the tradition at least once a week, and it lasted even when they started dating.

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[givemea-dam-break]

a/n: requested by @mischivana " can you please do 2, 6, 8, 10, 12, or 48 either jason or connor. or 24 or 44 (or both) with jason. can you make them x mortal reader cause there really isn't enough mortal reader stuff around and I've been craving it, thank you!!!! " i've done this for jason since i haven't written much for him, so i hope you enjoy! my past two things for him have been very sad, so this is a bit happier lol

warnings: minor injury detail prompts: "Don't worry; it hurts a little less each time." and "I love you and it terrifies me." gn reader

What Are You So Afraid Of? - Jason Grace

Midnight. There's a crash downstairs.

You jolt up in your bed, heart pounding. It's silent for a moment, and you start to think that you might just be hearing things, but then there's another. Louder, closer. Heavy. With your heart racing, you grab the nearest thing you could use as a weapon - a stuffed teddy, for heaven's sake - and stand on tired legs.

There's a bang on your door, and you jump. You should call the police, but your bones feel locked with terror. You can't bring yourself to reach for your phone. This is perhaps the worst time for your parents to be away.

Another bang, and a rattle of your door handle, and the intruder stumbles in. All at once, they fall into your wardrobe with a series of curses and shouts, and you launch the teddy bear at them. It gets the expected result, simply bouncing off the intruder's header, and it's then that you notice who it is.

"Jason?"

"Yours truly," the intruder groans.

"What -?"

He makes a gasping sound as he steps forward, and you can only see his shadowed form as it stumbles. Immediately, you rush over, catching him under the arms and dragging him over to your bed, laying him over top of your dishevelled covers.

"Watch your eyes," you say before flicking your bedside lamp on.

He curses again when the light switches on, covering his eyes with a bruised and bleeding arm. Already, there's blood on your bed sheets.

"What happened?" you demand.

Jason shifts slightly, getting as comfortable as he can as you check him over for other injuries. Besides his arm and a gash on his leg, he's seemingly all right, but the amount of blood is making you nervous.

"On a quest."

"Yeah, I guessed. But what happened? Haven't you taken some ambrosia?"

His arm moves now, and his eyes slowly adjust to the dim light of your room. Though bloodshot, they still gleam a gorgeous glittering blue that has you almost transfixed. You catch yourself before you get distracted, rifling around in your nightstand for the little first aid kit you keep in there for situations like this.

"Ran out," he says quietly. "You've still got some here, right? I think I left some last time."

You pull it out just as he asks, wordlessly passing him a chunk of the godly food. It's sat in your drawer for a few weeks now - somehow it hasn't gone off - and you're glad that you forgot about it. As a demigod, the ambrosia helps Jason heal, but if you, a mortal, were to eat it, you'd likely combust into flames and die. If it always smells as good as it does now, you're eternally grateful for your bad memory. You probably would've been a pile of burnt ashes had you remembered.

"Fighting some monsters at North Beach, but they got some good hits in." He looks over at you then, noting the horrified expression on your face at how easily he speaks about being almost killed. "Don't worry; it hurts a little less each time."

"That's supposed to make me feel better? Jason! You're bleeding everywhere!"

He waves his hand nonchalantly and plasters on a smile, but you notice the way the pain he's in makes the scar on his lip twitch. "I'm all right, (name). Promise. just needed some ambrosia. I'll be healed up in no time."

You watch carefully as the blood slowly stops flowing, and the skin gradually mends itself back together. Begrudgingly, you shove the first aid kit back into your nightstand.

"I can't stay long," Jason says, closing his eyes for a moment. "I can't put -"

"Me in danger, yes I know. Son of Jupiter and everything." Kneeling beside the bed, you resist the urge to take his hand in yours and squeeze it, more for your own comfort than his. "You can't just walk back to your camp from here in the middle of the night. It's too dangerous. You always say monsters are more dangerous at night."

"I'll be fine."

"Jason."

His eyes open again, locking onto yours. Fifteen years old, and already those eyes hold more than they should have. You've seen your fair share of things in that same amount of time, but you can't even begin to think what life as a demigod could entail. What it could do to a person. Already, they hold more memories and horrors than they really should.

"I can't risk your life, (name)," he insists.

"You and your saviour complex! You're staying here tonight. You can head back in the morning when I can call you a taxi."

"You could call me one now."

"Absolutely not."

"(name) -"

"I won't hear any more about it," you say.

You grab the spare blanket you keep in your wardrobe, wrap it around your shoulders, and pull the duvet on your bed over Jason until it reaches his chin. He could easily move and hinder the process, but he stays still. You've got a feeling that he doesn't mind being taken care of sometimes. Not when he's usually the one taking care of others.

"Get some sleep," you tell him, sitting on top of a pillow beside the bed. "You have to be exhausted."

He shakes his head and rolls onto his side so he can face you. "I want to make sure you're all right."

"I'm not the one that was attacked tonight."

"That could change."

You give him a look. "Jason, I've been fine every other time you've come here. What are you so afraid of? In all the time we've known each other, no monsters have shown up at my door."

He goes quiet then, and you worry that you've pushed too hard. Jason may be in charge of the camp he stays at, but you know how hard it all is for him, what with being the son of the king of the gods. He's lonely, and you're well aware that his coming to see you, whether it be after a quest or just on a whim, allows him to escape that life. But always with the monsters, the warnings. He's never stayed more than an hour, afraid he'll get you killed, but you want more than that. You need more than that. You don't want to spend the rest of your life waiting for him to appear, just for him to leave so soon.

"I'm sorry," you murmur. "I just -"

"I love you," he interrupts, "and it terrifies me."

The rest of your sentence gets stuck in your throat, and for a moment you can't breathe.

He looks away, the lamplight reflecting in the bright blue of his eyes. "I've loved you for months. Ever since we met, really, when you accidentally saved me from a bunch of monsters following me in the Legion of Honor and told me that I needed to brush my teeth if I was going to get so close to you. But I'm - I'm scared of losing you."

Your hands are shaking a little. "You're not going to lose me."

"I don't want to risk that," he says. "I don't remember my family - my mom and sister. I've known nothing but being a demigod all my life. But you help me forget about it all and pretend that I'm a normal kid for a little while. I don't want to lose that or you. But me being here puts you in danger."

"Jason..."

"You don't need to feel the same." He still won't look at you. "I just needed you to know."

"Will you look at me?"

He struggles with himself for a moment, but eventually, he turns his head, fixing his gaze on yours. With a shaky hand, you find his beneath your duvet cover and squeeze gently, offering the best smile you can manage.

"I do feel the same," you say. "And, I've been safe all this time. I'll stay that way regardless if you stay a few more hours, okay?"

He doesn't look entirely convinced, but still, he nods and says, "Okay. But just this once."

"Like hell it'll be just this once."

A soft laugh escapes his lips. "I'll keep you safe."

"Of course, you will, Jase."

Even still, it takes barely ten minutes for him to doze off peacefully, smiling so softly that it makes your heart feel warm. You don't let go of his hand, ensuring that even in sleep he knows you're still there. And you press a soft kiss to his forehead as you switch your lamp off, praying that this wasn't all a dream or some figment of your imagination.

I love you. The words still echo in your mind, even as you eventually fall asleep, head fallen on the pillow his own rests on.

I love you.

[storytowrite]

Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)

Chapter 20

Paring: Changbin x Y/N

Genre: smut

Warnings: smut, 18+

Word Count: 3279

Masterlist

Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?

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In the morning you woke up to the sun's rays caressing your cheeks. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and a big smile appeared on your face when you saw Hyunjin sleeping next to you. The boy looked blissful, his slightly swollen face added to his charm.

You couldn't help but gently run your fingers across his cheek, causing him to wake up. As soon as he noticed you, he smiled and placed a kiss on your hand.

"Good morning sunshine. Did you sleep well? “ He asked in a slightly hoarse voice that sent pleasant shivers down your body.

“I've never slept so well. “ You replied, snuggling even closer into his warm body.

“I'm very happy about that, princess. Maybe you'll come by more often?” His question made you blush, but you nodded slightly.

Even though you both didn't want to leave the bed, you felt extremely hungry, and the delicious smells wafting from the kitchen didn't help at all. You lazily got off the bed and grabbed Hyunjin's gray T-shirt that was lying on the chair. You didn't even bother to put on panties, you hoped that the too long T-shirt would cover what it was supposed to cover.

You left, leaving Hyunjin in the room, who was also putting on some clothes. The smell of fried eggs hit you even more and your mouth filled with saliva. You walked into the kitchen, where Chan was standing at the stove frying eggs and IN was setting the table.

“Good morning Y/n, I see you are beaming. Did you sleep well?" Felix asked, pressing a warm kiss to your cheek.

You turned towards the boy who was sitting at the table.

“I feel like a new person, I haven't had so much sleep in a long time.” You smiled and rested your elbows on the counter.

However, you forgot that you had nothing under your shirt and, bending down, you showed everyone your round buttocks. This was met with happy whistles and suddenly you felt warm hands grabbing your butt. You turned around and saw Minho.

In one fluid movement, the boy turned you around and sat you on the counter. Your back arched slightly as your skin met the cold stone. Minho took advantage of this and moved between your legs.

Before you knew it, he connected your lips in a sweet kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tighter. You quickly slipped your tongue into his mouth, giving yourself pleasure. Your breathing became deep and you slowly started to become needy.

“Hey, not while eating.” Changbin spoke as he entered the room.

Reluctantly, you pulled away and sat down at the table. Almost everyone was already in the living room, except Jisung, but Minho announced that the boy was still sleeping. Your heart sank at the mention of him and the smile fell from your face. Seungmin noticed this and stroked your thigh. You forced a slight, barely noticeable smile and started breakfast.

You weren't particularly talkative, but you tried to function normally, even though thoughts of Jisung kept swirling around in your head. You were halfway through the bite when you heard your best friend's voice. Everyone greeted him with a smile, but the smile disappeared from your face.

Han stood at the entrance and looked at you with his beautiful big eyes. Your eyes met for a second, but it was enough for you to remember the entire argument. Your heart pounded harder than usual, so much so that you dug your fingers into the chair you were sitting on.

The longer you looked at him, the more you felt like crying, you felt like you were on the verge of an emotional breakdown, so you decided to leave the kitchen. Without finishing breakfast, you got up from the table and went to your room. As you walked past Jisung, you felt a light brush of his hand, as if he wanted to grab you but decided against it at the last moment. It hurt, you felt like your heart was breaking into a million little pieces.

As soon as you closed the door behind you, your breathing became rapid but irregular. Your eyes filled with tears that ran down your cheeks. You felt hurt, the fight with Jisung hit you so hard that you felt like you lost one of the most important people in your life.

Your legs gave way beneath you before you could reach the bed. You fell painfully to your knees, but it seemed like the least of the pain now. You started hyperventilating, trying to catch your breath, which was getting harder and harder to take by the second. You felt a huge weight on your chest, as if something was crushing it.

 You were kneeling on the ground, trying to calm down, but you were constantly reminded of Jisung, who was always there for you in situations like this, and now he wasn’t. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't calm down, you just couldn't.

Suddenly you heard a quiet knock on the door, you looked up and saw Felix. Seeing you in such a state, the boy immediately walked up to you, kneeling next to you and grabbing you in his arms. His face showed fear.

“Y/n what's going on?” He asked, but you couldn't say a word and the air started to sting your throat.

 You dug your fingers into your shirt harder, hoping the pressure would relax you and allow you to breathe.

“Chan, come quick!!!” Felix shouted, his voice desperate and ringing in your ears. The boy was visibly concerned. He grabbed you tighter in his arms so that you were leaning against his chest.

You didn't have to wait long for everyone to show up in your room. Chan immediately knelt down next to you, examining your body carefully.

“Y/n, calm down, we're with you, nothing's wrong. You are safe. Breathe, please.” Chan tried hard not to let his anxiety show, but his voice gave him away.

 You looked at them all with sadness in your eyes, tears continuing to fall until your eyes met Jisung again. The world stopped for a few seconds, but the longer you looked at him, the worse you felt. You started hyperventilating even more, which made you feel dizzy. You were in a frenzy, tears started streaming down your cheeks again and the world went silent.

You seemed to be in a different reality, you saw the boys, but you didn't hear them saying anything to you. You grabbed Chan's hand and squeezed it tightly, letting him know that it was bad. Chan, seeing that your condition was getting worse after seeing Jisung, asked him to leave the room.

The boy was shocked by the request, he didn't want to leave you, not at a time like this, but he had no choice. He reluctantly backed out of the room, but he didn't take his eyes off you for a second. Minho, Seungmin and IN followed closely behind to calm him down. You knew that he was also shocked by this situation.

The rest of the guys stayed with you. Felix still held you in his arms, hugging you tightly, giving you the warmth you needed. Chan stroked your hand, still talking to you, but you still couldn't hear anything. Seeing that you were shaking, Hyunjin grabbed a warm blanket from your bed and covered you properly.

The boys' efforts seemed to be paying off as you slowly started to calm down. Changbin wiped away every tear that fell from your eyes. The four boys didn't leave your side until you calmed down completely.

"Thank you." You whispered, your throat burning but you were grateful that the boys didn't abandon you.

“You're welcome Y/n, you are our treasure. We will always be there for you. You are our Y/n.” Changbin said, wiping away the last of your tears.

A slight smile appeared on your face, but you still had Jisung in your mind and you knew you wouldn't be free from that thought for a long time. You turned to Felix, whose grip had loosened a little. You sat astride the boy and pressed your nose into his neck. You felt that you needed warmth for a moment to fully calm down.

The room fell silent, but it wasn't an awkward silence, quite the opposite. It was a very pleasant and soothing moment. Each of the guys knew you needed it and they had no intention of pushing you.

After a moment, you broke away from Felix and looked around the room again. Each of the boys gave you a sincere smile that glued your broken heart together a little. You got up from the floor and, still wrapped in the blanket, asked the boys if you could watch something together.

Without a moment's hesitation, the boys agreed and you went to the living room, where Han was sitting with the other three boys. As soon as he saw you, he jumped up from the couch, shrugging Minho's hand off his shoulder.

“Y/n.” His quiet voice rang in your head, but before you could react, Chan placed his hand on your waist and took you downstairs where you had a small cinema. You sat comfortably on the couch and turned on your favorite movie. Changbin brought snacks and Felix brought drinks and you immersed yourself in a pleasant session.

When you finished watching, the boys made sure everything was okay and you went your separate ways. Everyone went back to their activities, and you were wandering around the house without much purpose.

Every now and then you wanted to talk to one of the members, but something always stopped you. You didn't want to bother them. You didn't want to show your weaknesses again. So you decided to sit on the balcony and start reading the first book you took out from the large shelf.

The day was beautiful, the warm rays of the sun warmed your body and a pleasant cool wind blew through your hair. From the balcony you had beautiful views of the pond and the white wooden gazebo next to it.

You opened the book and were hooked from the very first sentences. It was a short romantic story, written in a beautiful poem, that stirred your mind to fantasy. You don't know how long you sat and read the book, but you were so absorbed in it that you imagined yourself instead of the main character who lived in a hopeless world but found her prince charming, even though it was forbidden love.

Before you knew it, you had finished the entire story, your heart pounding with excitement. You didn't expect it to be an erotic book that would awaken your deepest fantasies. Unable to control your emotions, you stood up and looked around again at the beautiful view.

The sun was still warming your skin and the wind was blowing away your unruly strands. You got lost in your dreams, letting yourself go far beyond all your problems, and then you saw Changbin.

The boy was exercising near the gazebo, and with each push-up you could see his muscles working. Drops of sweat perfectly reflected the sunlight, illuminating his slightly tanned skin. Completely unaware, you started staring, forgetting to blink.

Only when the first tear fell from your eyes did you take your eyes off the boy and wipe your stinging eyes. However, Binnie's character intrigued you so much that you decided to approach him and take a closer look at him.

You quietly went downstairs and went behind the house, where there was a gazebo. You hid behind a spreading bush and watched the boy carefully. Up close he looked even better than before. His wet hair stuck to his forehead and his muscles worked smoothly. Your eyes roamed all over his body, following every little movement he made.

You started to feel a gentle warmth spread throughout your body. When suddenly, Changbin grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off in one smooth movement. Your eyes saw perfectly sculpted muscles. You found yourself biting your lip and your heart started pounding so hard you could hear it.

“Are you finally going to come to me, or are you just going to stare from behind the bushes?” A man's voice brought you out of your reverie.

Embarrassed, you got up from your crouch and walked over to the boy, who was smiling at you when he saw how hard you were trying not to show the blush on your cheeks. You entered the gazebo where the boy was standing, he looked even better up close. You didn't expect Bin's wet body to make you so hot.

The boy was getting dangerously close to you, and you unconsciously stepped back until your back hit the wooden railing. A moment later, the boy's hands were on both sides of your body.

His face was centimeters away from yours, but your eyes were still drawn to his muscles glistening in the sun. An even bigger blush crept onto your face when the boy grabbed your hand and ran it over his body.

A pleasant shiver ran through your body and your eyes returned to the sky. The boy's face was even closer, so that you could feel his breath on your neck. Another wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

“Do you like what you see? Do you want to see what else I can do?” He whispered into your ear, biting your ear.

You lightly dug your fingers into the boy's chest, trying not to make any sound. Your body was boiling and your head was going blank. The boy's little kisses were driving you crazy. Each kiss seemed to leave a hot mark on your neck.

“It's not nice to spy on others like that. I will have to punish you.” He said with a mischievous smirk on his face as he moved his lips down to your collarbones.

He lightly grabbed one of your collarbones between his teeth and placed his hand on your inner thigh. You remembered that you hadn't actually put anything under Hyunjin's shirt yet, so the boy had very easy access.

However, his hand didn't reach further than halfway up your thigh, but it was enough for you to feel your crotch warming up. You dug your fingers into the boy's skin again, leaving a mark on it.

You were horny and needed to relax. Unable to hold on any longer, you grabbed Bin's hand and guided it to your crotch.

“So wet already? And I haven't started playing yet.” He looked at you surprised, but there was another emotion on his face - excitement.

The boy grabbed you by the waist and sat you on the railing, then quickly slid between your legs. His hands landed on your buttocks to give you proper support. Your lips connected again in a sweet kiss that ignited your desires.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you. You felt his slightly swollen penis poking through the fabric of his gray sweatpants and teasing your core. Still not breaking the kiss, you started moving your hips to soothe your desires.

Changbin clearly understood your silent request and one of his hands went to your chest. Your nipples stood painfully, demanding to be fondled. The boy grabbed one of them between his fingers and started spinning it.

Your back arched and the first muffled moan of pleasure escaped your lips. You felt like you were in another world, removed from everything. You completely forgot that you were in the gazebo.

You rubbed harder against the boy's now much harder penis and smiled gently. You were turning him on so much and he was driving you crazy. His body was getting warmer and his heart was pounding like crazy. You didn't know how much longer you could go without satisfying yourself. Your head went blank.

“Binnie.” A soft groan of helplessness escaped your lips.

The boy understood your request and started playing with your painfully swollen clit. More moans left your lips and your fingers dug into his perfect skin again.

To Changbin, your moans were like wild pleasure that was just at his fingertips. He pulled his pants down slightly with one hand and pulled his erect penis out. He looked deep into your eyes. Eyes that were shining only for him at that moment. He wanted to make sure he had your consent.

Seeing no objection, he made a few circles around your hole and carefully but surely inserted his cock into you. Your legs tightened around the boy and your body arched beautifully again, giving him even better access.

You felt his cock filling you and pleasant shivers of excitement ran through your body. Every move he made made you squirm even more, demanding more. You loved the feeling of him leaving little raspberry marks on your neck, you loved every move he made.

Changbin grabbed your buttocks and lifted you up, then rested your back against the pillar of the gazebo. He now had perfect access to you and complete control over you. He was the one who set the pace and force with which he pounded into you. You felt as if your insides were dancing as he played them. You were close to your climax, too close. You didn't want to end just yet, not when you felt like you were in heaven.

“Binnie, I…I'm about to cum.” You stuttered, clenching your toes.

The boy just smiled and sped up his movements. He held you tightly, spreading your legs even further. You didn't expect him to go even deeper. You couldn't control yourself any longer, you got carried away by your emotions. Your mouth didn't close, and a melody of moans of pleasure flowed from it.

Fulfillment came faster than you expected, and a wave of pleasure spread throughout your body. You snuggled tightly into his muscular body as he carried you through wave after wave of pleasure, still moving inside you.

You didn't have to wait long to feel the boy cum inside you. He buried his head in your breasts, going through the wonderful feeling of orgasm. He slowly pulled out of you and your legs became as soft as jelly.

“Binnie, carry me home, please?” You whispered, slightly embarrassed, hiding in the boy's neck.

“Anything for my princess. You are ours Y/n and only ours. Never forget about it." He kissed your forehead and carried you home.

He passed the guys who knew perfectly well what had happened, but Bin didn't let anyone comment on anything. He wanted you to stay in this moment as long as possible. He only put you down near the bathroom, you kissed him sweetly and disappeared out the door.

You took a quick shower, remembering the moment you had recently experienced. You wrapped yourself in a towel and went to your room. You jumped on the bed and grabbed your phone from the cupboard. You saw an unread message from Sebastian.

You quickly shifted on the bed and opened the message.

Miss, I have disturbing news. The lady's parents are looking for the lady and will do everything to achieve success. I don't know how much longer I will be able to cover Miss.

Your heart skipped a beat. You were scared, worried, but also confused. You didn't want to leave the boys, much less marry San. You had to come up with a plan and fast.

<Part 19 | Part 21 ->

[bubble-popping]

day 54 i almost forgot abt this au lmao ender dragon hybrid dream my beloved <3

When Punz woke up, he expected the same barren dark wall he always saw in the morning. He expected an ever-present chill because his handlers never gave him anything more than a thin sheet. He expected to still feel exhausted no matter how much sleep he got. None of those things happened.

Instead, they were greeted by a warmth that encompassed every inch of their body, surrounding them in a comfort they've never known before. They didn't want to move, much less leave.

But his instincts were too finely tuned to trust it. He tried to wiggle free, only to glance back and realize why he felt like that in the first place.

Dream, soon-to-be-king of Essempee and renowned warrior, was using him as a glorified teddy bear. His arms, legs, tail, and a wing were all wrapped around them, keeping them solidly in place. No chance of escape. They just had to wait for Dream to wake up, whenever that would be.

Unless...

Did his job start now? Was he supposed to be the one to wake Dream? They assumed the job would just be following Dream around, but were there other duties? Punz worried they might've bitten off more than they could chew with this...

The longer they laid there, the more their senses roused, the more they noticed just how close Dream was. His arms encircled Punz's waist, legs tangled between their own, and tail slung over the whole ensemble for maximum security--he assumed, anyway. Dream was still very shirtless, so only the thin fabric of Punz's tunic separated him from the steady rise and fall of Dream's chest. Perhaps worst of all was how every breath of the dragon hybrid blew over the back of Punz's neck, causing a layer of goosebumps there.

This must be a test. How long had it been since he awoke? Dream must be awake by now. He was waiting for Punz to kick himself into gear, to figure a way out and do... whatever he was supposed to. How was he supposed to wake up a dragon without getting scratched or bit?

A knock at the door startled them. "Time to get up, Your Highness! I have your breakfast!" It sounded like a woman, a maid.

Well, they could remove that responsibility from the list, at least.

Behind them, Dream stirred, a growl rumbling in his chest like an annoyed cat but much more threatening. Punz's ears folded back and they tensed up against their will, helpless to not respond to an obvious display of dominance. He hugged their waist tighter and coiled his tail around one of their legs, even burying his face in their back as he muttered something like 'five more minutes' under his breath.

So, the next in line for the throne was someone who petulantly whined about getting more sleep in the morning. Great. What reassuring knowledge to have on the future of the kingdom.

"Don't make me come in there, Your Highness!" The maid warned, finally convincing Dream to begin the process of unwrapping himself from Punz, though not without a disgruntled groan.

"Alright, alright, I'm up!" He'd pushed himself to a sit just as the maid opened the door, wheeling in a cart with delicious-smelling food on top. She'd only just glanced to the bed before quickly covering her eyes with her large floppy ears as a redness rose to her cheeks. "Prince Dream, what have I said before about warning me when you have guests!"