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Earth did nothing wrong.
That's it. That's the post.
#the sun and moon show#tsams#sams earth#sams moon#moon fans have really been discounting#all of times when earth tried to help#moon with his mental and emotional well being huh?#how is it her fault that he remained clammed up#about his true mental state?#'look how quick she gave up on him after he said one measly mean thing to her!'#he said and did much more than that actually#â attempted murder among those things.#and about the initial confrontation between them:#earth was still willing to forgive him.#she didn't mean that he was 'dead to her as a brother'#when she got angry with him.#in earth's own words:#'I just meant our relationship is gonna be different from that point on. I wasn't gonna tell him the things that I was insecure about.'#perfectly valid reaction.#mental illness doesn't excuse treating people poorly period.#plus moon wasn't detached from reality#when he weaponzied earth's insecurities to purposefully hurt her.#also earth never said anything which implied (directly or indirectly)#she had disowned him.#pre-murder attempt.#if anything moon threw her away.#earth's words again:#'and then he does the whole you're collateral damage. it's basically telling me you're dead to me and I don't care about you anymore.'#and even after all that she keeps feeling at fault (she's not) for moon's issues.#hardly the behavior of someone who 'gave up on him quick'.
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Choose me.
Cregan Stark x reader
Summary: the reader reveals her fears. Cregan is there to reassure her that they are of no consequence.
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"You've haven't been yourself as of late," Cregan noted as he entered their chambers. "What ails you?"
She looked up from the sofa, only to look away again, "Nothing. I⊠I am fine."
He sighed, fully entering the room and beginning to untie his cloak, "I'm tired of us ignoring one another. Let us put this past argument behind us."
She bit the inside of her cheek, "Forgive me for being so easily irritable."
He threw the cloak on the bed and rounded the back of the couch, leaning down to her. "I had never heard you raise your voice before."
She sighed, "I don't believe I had until then."
He kissed the crown of her head and moved away from the couch. "Why do you suppose that is then?"
She set her embroidery project aside, "It does not matter."
He frowned, "It does to me."
She shook her head, "It's only⊠the issues of a woman."
He moved in front of the couch now, tilting his head curiously, "your moon blood?"
She shrugged lightly, "Something of that sort."
He shook his head and sat next to her, "Don't do that. Don't shut me out."
"You deal with enough of your own problems, as well as the North's. You shouldn't have to deal with mine as well."
"You are my wife. I am supposed to love and care for you. And make you happy. Please allow me to."
She shifted to lean against the arm of the sofa and pull her legs up to her chest, "My body has been complicated as of late."
He gently pulled her legs out and onto his lap, caressing her ankle softly, "Complicated? How so?"
"My mood is off as if I have no control."
He paused in thought, "The only time I've witnessed this is during your moon blood. It all adds up, does it not?"
"I am not bleeding."
He frowned in pure confusion, "I thought-"
"I've not had it yet."
His brows lifted, "Ah. I see. When did you last have it?"
She hesitated and pulled her legs up to her chest again.
He sighed, "Answer honestly, please."
When she looked up at him with watery eyes, his expression softened, "Why are you crying?"
She rested her head on her knee to avoid eye contact and sniffled, "I dunno."
He shuffled closer and gently lifted her head to look at him. He wasn't going to let her avoid his gaze, "You're crying. Tell me the reason."
Her eyes welled up with more tears as she looked at him, "I'm frightened."
His brows furrowed, "Frightened?" He wanted to scoff, but it was clear this was no joking matter for her. "Of what?"
"Death."
A shudder went down his spine. He pulled her up and into his lap, "Tell me, my girl. Whose?"
She placed her hands on his chest and stared into his eyes, "Mine."
Cregan paused. "Why in the names of the old gods and the new would you be frightened of that so suddenly?"
She took a deep breath and her voice was barely heard, "I believe I'm with child."
As if ice cold water had been dunked on him, Cregan froze in place. "WâŠWhat?"
She pulled away and wiped at her cheeks.
"You⊠you're sure?"
She nodded, "I've not bled for⊠two months now."
He let out a shuddered breath. "I won't let anything happen to you."
"I⊠I can'tâŠ"
His eyes widened, "You can't what?"
She pulled away from him further and began to move from his lap.
His face fell, "Wait, no. No, no, no. Don't pull away, please."
He reached out frantically to pull her back, but she flinched away from him.
She began to lightly sob as she stood there.
Cregan stood up as well, holding his arms out wide for her, "Sweet girlâŠ"
"You won't pick me."
He paused, completely lost, and beginning to panic, "What? What are you talking about? I'll always pick you." He stepped forward, "What do you-"
She flinched away again, harshly wiping at her cheeks when more tears came. Her breathing became more rugged as the moments passed.
He sighed lightly and spoke softly, "You've got to calm yourself. You'll faint panicking like that."
The breathing continued and she began to see stars so she sat herself on the floor.
He quickly knelt down, careful not to get too close, but near enough to comfort her.
She sniffled, "Like Aemma⊠you⊠you'll pick the babe over meâŠ"
He suddenly understood.Â
"No," he said firmly. "No." He reached out, pulling her hand from her face to get her to look at him, "I won't. I would never pick the babe over you. Never."
She sniffled and shook her head reverently.
He felt his chest constrict. "You must believe me. Please."
Her eyes studied him intensely.
"If it came down to you or the babe, I would choose you. Every time, I would choose you."
Her voice was a croak, "You don't know that."
He felt like crying himself. "I do know that. Do notâŠ" He took a breath to calm himself. "I love you more than anything. Trust me."
"Aemma trusted Viserys."
He shook his head, "What King Viserys wanted more than anything was an heir. I just want you."
Her puffy eyes met his, "What if you change your mind?"
"I am not changing my mind- not ever. Understand?"
Her eyes watered again, but she nodded.
"I want this with you. This child." He sighed, "But if you are in danger at any point, I will choose you. Without hesitation."
She sniffled as she considered his words.
He held out his arms again, "C'mere."
She clambered into his lap, practically melting into him once there.
He held her tightly, determined to reassure her through touch alone.
"You're my girl. Death will not find you while you're in my arms."
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Jacket obsession
Spider-Verse: You leave a piece of clothing behind with a yandere.
Characters: Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, 42!Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Miguel O'Hara
Warnings: Obsession, stealing, yandere tendencies, just them going lovely over a piece of clothing.
Miles Morales:
Oh poor boy at first freaked out trying to get your attention before you enter the portal without your jacket.
âWait! Youâll get colded.â He shouted as you entered the portal not hearing him.
After a few seconds after with worry in his chest he looked down at the clothing in hand and realized what he had. A piece of you that he could hold while he was away from you, and he hated being away from you, but the boys heart filled up with happiness.
The clothing smell just like you and if he threw it over a pillow it would be like cuddling with you. Boy is over the moon. And I mean like so giddy itâs embarrassingly cute.
He takes it every where with him, to the kitchen itâs in his hands, watching or playing games? Itâs in his lap. He smells it constantly and gets really sad after a week when it doesnât smell like you anymore.
However when you come back to his dimension and request for your jacket his heart breaks. Boy pouts security at the lose but he sees this as a way to get it to smell like you again and steal it after a while.
Overall if you leave anything he will take it and treasure it until you come back because now he has you for the time being.
Heâs more of a clingy yandere but he still canât help but obsessive over his darling.
âMaybe i could give you one of mine- Incase you lose yours again that is.â
Hobie Brown
Cocky little man notices it before you even want to leave and he knows youâll forget it so he just lets you.
He loves when you leave things behind, thinks it might be a way of flirting. But when you do leave clothing he just feral about it.
Like he just canât stop smelling it and just wants to hold it all day. He thinks of how cute you look in or how you smile and everything you do just flashes in his head.
Man is devilish to me. So he has a collection of things he steals from your bedroom when youâre out and he sneaks into your dimension. Clothes, shoes, necklaces or anything he can find.
You come back to him for it but he just holds it in his hands, above you and around the room when you try and take it way. âYou mean this jacket?â Boy will have so much fun making you annoyed.
Hobie will leave his jacket on your room in hopes youâd wear it and think of him like he does you. He gets a grin when he thinks about it.
âIf yahâ wanted to give me your jacket all yahâ had to do was say so.â
Gwen Stacy
You think sheâs just chilling? Um no, she isnât.
She loves you so much, her whole thing is like âIâve lost to much.â And if sheâs a yandere she canât stop loving everything you do-Anyway.
She wears it and it can be oversized or maybe tight? She doesnât care. She doesnât take it off her body until it stops smelling like you or until she needs to get in her suit.
Gwen is maybe fighting with her self for many different reasons and they are:
âThis is creepy.â âOh cares? They smell so good.â
âThey did this on purpose, so cute.â âNo they just forgot it Gwen.â
Conflict with her own feelings all the time. But she never stops holding it close.
Gwen likes the idea of wearing your clothes to make it know sheâs taken and that youâre hers. Canât stop thinking of when you get to wear her clothes.
Yes, you guys arenât âDatingâ But your all hers.
âDonât worry, I kept it so safe. By the way, could I borrow it again?â
Miguel O'Hara
Doesnât care-Joking.
Miguel wouldnât think about it at first and knows you just forget it and will come back for it later. But as time goes by, a hour, he canât stopped looking at it for some reason.
He sneaks over like someone is watching him and picks it up. His mouth waters at the smell of you and he wouldnât be able to let it go.
It might have rinkles on it from him carrying it so much. Itâs his stress ball. You guys ever seen a kid carry around a blanket? Well thatâs him.
He does feel wrong for obsessing over the piece of cloth but for different reasons then Gwen. He thinks heâs above something like this, doesnât think itâs a big deal and he should forget it.
But when it puts it down a few seconds, itâs immediately ïżŒin his hand again.
Yes, he does put it on a pillow and holds it close like heâs protecting you. Heâs practically for when you get to be in his arms.
When you asked for it back he stands still for a minute. He feels sad and hates it because itâs just so stupid! Of course he gives you it back.
âI could give you one of mineâŠOnly because that one doesnât seem like it keeps you warm.â
42!Miles Morales
Heâs a lot like Miguel in this situation a bit. And even if I see him as a big, big hard yandere he doesnât think this is to big of a deal. Now donât get me wrong he loves it, he just isnât crazy as the rest of them.
Though, he does like to have it near him when he sleeps like have you close to him, or smell it whenever he can. Of course he has it in his lap when heâs gaming but the jacket never leaves his room.
Will buy the same one as you so you two can match and he can give you his. He thinks about you wearing something of his, like goes crazy just thinking of it.
You ask for it back? Thatâs cool, just try and get it from him. He loves to tease you to the ends of the earth and he would give it to you when you ask. But youâre just so cute when you get annoyed.
âIf you wanted a jacket mami you could have asked for mine. Think mine would look cuter on you away.â
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Compass
Summary: Iâve got something to confess, I keep you in my pocket to use. Youâre my only compass, I might get lost with you.
an: letâs ignore the fact that Iâve been gone for a long time, yeah? Hehe. this most definitely is not the fic that Iâve been working on literally the entire time Iâve been gone (thatâs coming donât worry), but I got this idea at 2 in the morning and I had to jump on it IMMEDIATELY. Hope you all like it mwah mwah love you.
Warnings: SMUT!! Minors please for the love of everything that is good, do not interact, modern day vampire!Ellie, semi graphic descriptions of blood and wounds, shy!reader, Ellie bites you a lot, Ellie feeds on you and honestly itâs borderline soft core porn, fingering Ellie!receiving, grinding, mentions of bruises, Ellie is extremely fucking strong, Ellie watches you in your sleep/can get into your apartment without a key, let me know if Iâve missed anything!!
You arenât really sure how you and Ellie became friends.
Well, you are, maybe a better question would be why you two became friends. You were both so different, you were convinced the first time you met that she hated you. The night filled with quick glances as she damn near avoided speaking to you like you were the fucking plague. It took you a bit to not take it too personally, reminding yourself that you werenât for everyone, and that was okay! So what if the mutual friend didnât like youâŠit wasnât the end of the world.
So, it came to a surprise to you when a few nights after meeting Ellie passed, you had not one, not two, but three of your friends texting you and asking you if it was okay if they gave her your numberâŠ
Because sheâd asked for it.
And suddenly youâre texting each other every day, and well into the wee hours of the night. You know, like one of those friendships. The ones that makes you smile every time you see their name pop up on your phone, or the ones where you send each other stupid videos on TikTok all day just to talk about them on a different messaging platform, because of course youâre interacting with each other every where that you have a presence.
Ellie becomes your best friend before you even realize it, and it makes you realize that maybe she didnât dislike you as much as you thought before.
It always did confuse you a bit in the beginning how you two got along so well. You were both so different from one another. Ellie was a party animal, you were a home body. Ellie was up late at night, you were up early in the morning. If Ellie was the moon, then you were the sun. Polar opposites coming together to find a home in one another, the most unusual pairing stuck by the hip from that point on.
You of course, kept all each otherâs secrets. Youâd learned very early on that no one really knew much about Ellie, which you simply chalked up to her being a private person. However, she seemed eager to tell you any and everything about her. Like her dad, sheâd talk about him all the time, you figured on early on that she really loved him. Or whenever she had a a new fling going, youâd be the first to know of course. Sheâd even told you about the time she threw away her dadâs playboy magazine after stealing it from him, which she swore sheâd never told a soul.
She wanted to know all about you too! Your favorite color, favorite animal, childhood crush, family relationships. Truthfully? If you werenât so oblivious, you wouldâve seen a long time ago that Ellie was the slightest bit obsessed with you.
But you loved her, and you trusted her with your life, so you told her everything! Because you didnât keep things from each other.
So, on a night out with everyone else, Ellie disappears, and of course you try to look for her, asking around only to be told that everyone saw her leave. Going outside to make sure sheâs okay is the only logical thing to do, right? You have to make sure sheâs okay.
What you donât expect though, is when you look down a dark alleyway a few buildings down from the club youâre at, and spot the tall figure of your friend tucked into the brick wall of the dark corner, shielding way whatever it is thatâs behind her. You call out for her, and when she turns around you gasp.
Because her eyes were red, and not red like you havenât gotten any sleep, or youâve been crying, the green of her eyes are now red, bloodshot red, and sheâs holding a lifeless body in her tattooed armsâŠand thereâs blood covering her pink lips, dripping down her chin.
Yeah, Ellie was a vampire.
You let out a gentle yawn as your hand went down to grab the remote control to your tv, your other hand coming up to rub your eyes a bit, a sorry attempt at trying to wake yourself up enough to get from the couch to go to your bed.
You pouted softly, lazily bringing your phone up to check the time before you sighed, finally finding the strength in you to push yourself up off the couch to leave your living room.
Work had been absolutely plowing you into the ground, your publicist constantly hounding you to keep working on the most recent installment of your book series. It was just so fucking hard, everytime you sat down in front of your computer, it was like writing your own book was the last thing you wanted to do.
It was draining you, and it felt like every time you finished a set of chapters, your brain was complete mush.
The upside though, was that it tired you out enough to completely knock out once you were in bed.
A gentle sigh left your lips once your head hit your soft pillow, plush blankets wrapping around your body, sliding down your bare legs and making you feel absolutely blissful. You couldnât even stop yourself from the soft smile on your lips as your eyes grey heavy, the low lighting in your room making you feel all the more cozy, all the more warm.
You were out in seconds, soft snores leaving your sleeping body as you entered a world of dreams, escaping reality for a few measly hours before you were bombarded with the real world around you in the morning.
Ellie was on the other side of town, or at least, leaving the other side of town. It was late, and while she did love to be a creature of the night, there was something that sounded much more inviting than a glass of whiskey and a cigarette.
You, of course.
You were Ellieâs kryptonite, the single thing in this entire fucked up world that convinced her there was something worth living for, in her case, existing for. You were so fucking good, so sweet, so forgiving of literally everything. There were too many times that Ellie recalled where she wasnât even sure you were real, perhaps another mythical creature much like herself, sent to this world to lure others into a trap that was just as filthy and terrible as the rest of the world.
But you werenâtâŠthere were never any cons or secrets that you held, and if you did hold any secrets, you were more than willing to let Ellie in on them. NoâŠno you were different.
God were you different.
Ellie recalls the night she first laid eyes on you like it was yesterday, her cold, dead heart jolting back to life for only a second when she saw you, at least thatâs what it felt like. Your smile radiant in the dim, multicolored lights of the club, cheeks shining, eyes twinkling, like an angel sent from above. Ellie almost felt like a being as evil, and sour as she wasnât worthy of being in the same room as you.
And godâŠyour fucking smell.
Ellie could go on about it for hours. Sure, you were remarkable without it, but it was just the icing on the cake, the twisting of the knife in her chest.
She has mastered the art of walking into a room filled with warm bodies pumped full of blood and while ago, her throat burning with the urge to sink her teeth into her next poor victim. It was easy, annoying, but easy, and she couldnât really remember the last time she struggled being around anyone, especially friends, or even friends of a friend.
But the second she saw you, your sweet, dulcet smell wafting against her nose, she was transported back in time. Back to a time where she was but a young vampire, clueless of the world around her, of her new life, adapting to something she didnât even know existed before all of this, without a single guide or a fucking pamphlet for gods sakes.
It made her eyes widen, and she stopped breathing instantly to try and dull the scent of you sneaking into her nostrils and down into her eager throat. She noticed the way you pouted and sighed whenever sheâd ignore you, or give her nothing but a brief response whenever you tried to get to know her. She could tell this wasnât your thing, the night life, partying, you were here because someone asked it of you, and you being the good friend you are would never let anyone you cared about down.
Despite Ellie being a total dick to you because she simply couldnât control herself around you, you sucked it up, carried on and stayed until everyone else decided to leave.
Watching you leave that night, made Ellie realize you werenât something she could pass up.
Asking for your number was probably the best thing Ellie had ever done in her immortal life. Speaking to you was far better than thinking about you constantly, and after sheâd convinced herself she wouldnât do anything stupid with you, she was finally ready to introduce herself to you, the right way.
Itâs how she constantly found herself like this, searching for your warm embrace around her cold, dead body every time she found the opportunity. Sheâd come to you when she was done working, sheâd come to you when the girls at the bar were boring her, sheâd even come to you when she simply knew you were home and she had nothing to do.
Ellie hummed softly as she looked up at your apartment building, the warm summer breeze wafting against her skin as she stared up at your window, the white curtains blowing out with the wind. She sighs to herself.
âTold you to stop leaving your window openâŠâ she mumbles softly to herself.
The human eye wouldnât ever be able to catch the way Ellie climbs up the side of your building, her arms and legs scaling it like a pro, making it look as simple as walking, or even breathing. Itâs too fast, and in the blink of an eye, sheâs at your balcony, long fingers pulling back your curtains to get a look at your sleeping figure.
She watches as your chest rises and falls, your blanket covering your sleeping frame, bare legs kicked out from under them, shining under the moonlight. She isnât sure how long she stays there at your window staring at you, watching in awe as you do something as simple as sleep.
It isnât until you shift slightly in your sleep, a dreamy sigh leaving your lips, that Ellie finally pushes her long legs over your window to step into your room, sneaker clad feet pressing onto the wooden floor of your bedroom.
She looks around for a moment, taking a deep inhale as she lets your scent wash over her for a moment, eyes fluttering shut as she simply lets you consume her, fill her up and make her feel whole again.
Make her feel alive again.
You never really understood it, why Ellie lingered when she hugged you, face pressed at the nape of your neck, swaying you slowly as she clung to you longer than normal. WellâŠyou did know, at least youâd find out later on when Ellie finally explained everything to youâŠwhat she was, how it happened.
Although, it was only half what you thought. Sure, the smell of your blood made Ellieâs mouth water, her nostrils flare and her throat burn, but it was so much more than that. You made her feel whole, and even if it were a few seconds, she was going to make the most of it every time she got the chance.
And thatâs what she felt when she was in your little room. The cool breeze filling up the space, the dim lights casting a warm glow over you because you couldnât sleep in the dark. You used the excuse of creating an ambiance for yourself when you slept, but Ellie knew you far better than that. It was like youâd perfected the feeling of comfort, bottled it up and sprayed it around your room every other day.
The wind blowing your curtains a bit harder caught Ellieâs attention, and she sighed softly as she walked over to it and shut it. She had told you time and time again to quit it, warning you about the weirdos that would love to take advantage of a pretty girl with her window open while in the most vulnerable state.
Even though the only weirdo that ever snuck into your room through said window, was Ellie. If anything, your little habit only fueled Ellieâs addiction for you further.
The sound of your window closing makes you groan softly in your sleep, and at that sound, Ellie knows sheâs done it.
While she wanted nothing more than for you to be awake when she came over, she hated waking you. You looked so fucking serene when you slept, and Ellie felt like the devil himself whenever she accidentally ripped you away from that, even if the only thing she wanted was for you to be awake and talking to her.
Your body twists and turns a bit, slowly finding its way out of the drowsy state of sleep you were in. You let out a gentle yawn before one of your hands come up to rub your eyes, moments before you turn to your side to face her, hand resting between your cheek and your pillow as your eyes open and focus on the tall frame standing in front of your bed.
Ellie is convinced nothing scares you, because for as long as sheâd been doing this, sneaking into your bedroom and watching you sleep, on the rare occasion that you wake up and catch her, you never seem scared. You donât gasp or scream, you donât even flinch when you see the dark, looming presence stood there in front of you. Ellie was sure the first time you caught her there, that youâd scream in horror before calling the police on her.
But you never did. You always stared at her with a sleepy smile, eyes puffy with sleep, lips a bit swollen, looking at her as if she were your favorite person in the entire world.
And like all those nights before, you do the same. A gentle yawn falls from your lips as you rub your eyes once more before tugging your blanket further up your shoulder.
âEllieâŠâ you sigh out softly, and you sound so fucking dreamy, so beautiful does her name sound falling from her lips. It makes Ellie weak in the knees.
She walks over to you slowly, smiling softly down at you as she grows closer and closer to your bed until sheâs standing over you, one of her hands coming down and running around your blanket clad shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
âWanted to come visitâŠsorry I woke youâ she hums soft, her hand traveling up until it reaches your face, one of her fingers caressing your cheek ever so slightly. Your eyes flutter shut at this, and she can see that the gesture alone is nearly enough to lull you back to sleep.
âSâokayâŠI wake up in the middle of the night all the timeâŠyou know thatâ you assure her, words falling with yet another yawn before you open your sleepy eyes up again to stare up at her.
Before she can even speak though, your content expression is replaced with one of worry as you finally get the chance to focus on her face, your eyebrows furrowing as you prop yourself up on your elbow, your other hand reaching up to touch her cheek as you become more and more alert with each passing moment.
âAre you okay Ellie? You lookâŠwhy are your eyes soâŠâ you mumble, now on your knees to reach her better, your face in front of hers as your eyes search hers.
She looked pale, paler than usual. Her lips were chapped, eyes dull and sunken in, she looked like she hadnât slept in centuries, like all the life had been sucked out of her. And while that technically was the case, Ellie often looked vibrant for her dead state, eyes sharp and alert, green eyes almost fluorescent with color when you looked into them.
Immediately, you know what was wrong.
âWhenâs the last time youâŠhad something to eat?â You ask sternly, eyebrows furrowed and a firm frown on your pouty lips.
That was another thingâŠEllie hadnât properly fed in about two weeks, going on three now.
She let out a gentle sigh, her hands resting on your hips as your own rested on her cheeks, cupping her face and forcing her to look into your eyes even though she avoided eye contact.
She hated when you saw her this way, so weak, so small. She liked it when she was the best version of herself, the version that was well fed, agile and strong. Not like this, not like when she was turning into a shell of the woman she once was.
âIâŠitâs just been a few nights, angelâŠitâs no big dealâ she tries, giving your hips a firm squeeze as she attempts to convince you that she was fine. However her appearance and her voice is a dead giveaway that sheâs lying, the sound hoarse and scratchy, sounding as if sheâd been clawing at her throat for days to ease the pain she felt.
âYou canât lie to me, Ellie. You look horribleâ you scold the girl.
She lets out a sigh, and she almost feels ashamed of herself. Sure, there were times where a meal was a bit harder to come by, people becoming a bit more aware of the danger that lingered when she was near, but god, Ellie couldnât remember a time where it was this bad. It was like every single time she got someone in her arms, trapped in her little scheme, something cock blocked her entirely from finishing the deed.
And the more times that happened, the weaker she got.
âIâve just been really unluckyâŠokay? Most of us do this in packs or with a fucking partner at leastâŠit gets tricky when youâre on your ownâ she finally admitted, a gentle sigh falling from her lips as she leaned down to rest her head against your shoulder, pressing her weight against you in the process, as it was slowly becoming unbearable to hold it up herself at this point.
âMâjust going through a thing right now, babyâŠdonât worry about itâ she mumbled against you, lips ghosting over your soft skin as she again tried to assure you sheâd been fine.
Ellie had always made it a point to never get as low as this, and if she did, she made it a point to never let you see her. What would her sweet best friend think of her if the monster she truly was had the chance to shine through? How would you ever allow her in your presence again once you finally realized how disgusting she truly was?
What Ellie didnât know, is that you didnât think any of those things. You could never find her to be a monster or disgusting, you adored her far too much to ever see her that way. No, what you did think when you saw her that way, were any of the things you could do to help her. That was the only thing you wanted, to help her.
You donât even think twice before you say it, giving yourself a moment to mull over the idea and weigh out the pros and cons before itâs escaping the confides of your mind and making its debut out into your bedroom.
âFeed on meâ you blurt out, so quickly you arenât even sure Ellie fully catches it properly.
But she does, Ellie hears every word, every syllable, she can even hear the way your heart beat quickens after youâve said it.
Sheâs slowly lifting her head from your shoulder, eyebrows furrowed and lips frowning as she stares down at you, your eyes wide and hopeful, hopeful that sheâll take the offer, that sheâll allow you to give yourself to her for the sake of her wellbeing.
âNo.â She deadpans without a second thought. She doesnât even give herself a second to indulge in the idea of it, knowing how badly it could end, how terrible it could be with one wrong move, or one gulp too much. Ellie knows that this is nothing to toy with, especially with you.
Youâre quickly shaking your head once she rejects your offer, your hands falling from her face to rest down on her shoulders, leaning in a bit to press your body closer to hers.
âEllieâŠlook at yourself. How were you even able to climb up here?â You plead with the girl, giving her shoulders a gentle squeeze before you inhale deeply.
âIâm giving you permissionâŠI want you to do thisâ your words almost come out like a beg, wanting nothing more than to simply help the girl, to help a friend in need that clearly needed it.
And you knew deep down, that no matter what, Ellie would never hurt you.
Ellie knew it too. She knew that she wouldnât go too far to take your life away from you. She had been around long enough to have the self control to stop whenever she knew youâd had too much.
However, that didnât mean it wouldnât be hard.
She inhaled deeply, giving your hips a gentle squeeze before she finally brought her own eyes up to look into yours. Her pink tongue darted out to run along her lips, wetting the chapped skin before she let out a gentle sigh.
âYouâll tell me when it becomes too muchâŠright?â She asks, desperate for confirmation from you that you wonât let her go too far, even if she wanted to.
You give her a bright smile, a gentle giggle leaving your lips as you nod. âI willâŠnow go onâŠsooner you do this, the sooner I can sleepâ you tease her playfully, which makes her groan softly with a pout.
She sighed softly, reaching forward and pushing your hair to the side to expose the soft, supple skin of your neck. Her eyes zeroed in on it, and she could practically see your pulse from beneath your skin, making her shudder at the thought of it. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your throat, which earns a gentle sigh from you.
âThisâll hurtâŠâ she mumbles against you, peppering your skin with gentle kisses. You simply tilt your head further to the side, resting your temple against her shoulder as your arms hang loosely around her neck, your body pressed against hers.
âMmâŠIâll be okayâ you mumble out sleepily, your fingers coming up to toy with the hair at the nape of her neck.
Ellie can feel the way your pulse slows under her lips, and she has to stop herself from groaning due to how fucking strong your smell was right now with your body pressed against hers. She knew that the longer the stood her, mouthing away at your neck instead of actually feeding, sheâd just keep you from getting back to the rest that she had interrupted in the first place.
It was now or never.
She sighed softly, swallowing thickly before she opened her mouth a bit wider, fangs protruding out from her gums and taking their rightful place. She let them graze your skin, the sharp teeth sure to leave scratches from something as small as a graze, before she finally latched her lips to your throat, and sunk her teeth into your flesh.
NowâŠEllie had her fair share of tasty meals within her immortal life time. There were maybe a handful of people that left a faint memory in her head, better than most of the others sheâd fed on in her past, so she was no stranger to a warm body with a nice taste.
But you? GodâŠ.there was nothing in this world that couldâve prepared Ellie for how fuckingâŠdivine you taste. It was like liquid gold on her tongue, the smell that had plagued her mind from the moment she met you a mere tease to the real deal. It made Ellie moan against you, her eyes fluttering shut as her tattooed hands clawed at your waist, gripping the skin so tightly she was sure to leave bruises, pressing you flush against her body.
She could practically feel the essence of your life filling her up and bringing all of her strength back, replacing the once empty, dull feeling in her body with one that could only be described as rejuvenation. The taste you gave her flowing into her mouth and making her feel like sheâd died and gone to heaven.
The noises you made only aided Ellie in her blissful state, tiny moans and huffs leaving your lips as you continued massaging her scalp with gentle fingers, allowing her to take whatever she needed from you.
Ellie knew she couldâve drained you, taken every last drop of your life and left you dry. She could do it ten times over if it were an option, however it wasnât, and she knew at the back of her head she could only take what she needed, and nothing more. So she knew once your grip around her neck loosened a bit, that she needed to stop.
She unlatched from your neck breathlessly, your crimson blood painting her plush lips, red eyes blown out wide as she eyed the damage sheâd done to your poor neck, the punctures filling Ellieâs chest with a sense of pride as some of your blood and her saliva dripped down the base of your throat. She leaned in, licking you clean before pressing a gentle kiss to the wound, groaning softly as when she heard you hum softly.
âAllâŠfinished?â You mumbled out with a dreamy smile on your lips, eyes half lidded as you stared up at the girl who had just nearly sucked you dry.
Ellie stared down at you with a look of disbelief, the back of her hand coming up and wiping her lips. âYou said youâd tell me to stopâŠâ she groaned softly as she gently set you down to lay back on your bed.
You let out a soft yawn, nodding as you tugged your blanket up with a weak hand to drape over your body. âI wasâŠyou stopped sooner than anticipatedâ you giggled out sleepily before you eyed the girl from your bed, already feeling the drowsy affects of sleep taking over.
âYou look better already, ElâŠâ your compliment made her dead heart swell. She could feel it too, your life coursing through her veins and bringing back all of the good aspects of being immortal, the strength, the radiance, all of it brought back because of you.
She chuckled softly at your words, walking over to your closet and grabbing your first aid kit, fishing a little band aid out before walking back towards you. She sat at the edge of the bed, her pointer and middle finger pushing your jaw up slightly to get a look at the wound sheâd given you.
âHereâŠso you donât get blood on your pillowâ she explains as she pressed the bandaid to your neck. You simply hum in response, and Ellie knows youâre probably already asleep. Between being tired before all of this, and losing blood, she expected for you to be out like a light long before she bid you a goodnight.
She stays a bit longer after youâve fallen asleep, her long limbs crawling over your body to lay in bed with you, marveling at the way the color returned to your body, the way your chest rose and fell slowly, the way your lips would part with a gentle sigh ever so often. Sheâd let her hands caress your skin, watching as goosebumps appeared to trail after them. She simply appreciated how human you were, how warm and responsive you were even during sleep.
She leaves once the sun begins to peak above the horizon, knowing youâd want your privacy when you woke up in a few hours. She makes sure to close your window after sheâs left too, scaling down the building much quicker than she did when she first arrived.
And while she walks home, the sun slowly casting a warm glow onto the city she lived in, she knew that sheâd made a mistake by feeding on you.
Because now? She was completely and utterly ruined for anyone else that sheâd feed on after you.
Bloodlust
The word had entirely different meaning for those like Ellie, creatures of the night that fed on the essence of life, the scarlet, metallic liquid that flowed and pumped throughout the bodies of the living.
She had heard of it happening to other vampires, in an instance of finding the human being that acted as a drug to them, making it hard to function without their taste on their tongues. It was an occasion that only ever happened when there was a mutual agreement between a vampire and a human, a hunter/prey proposition that acted in a moreâŠethical way.
It consumed the one feeding, making it hard to function without the person near, almost creating an inseparable bond between the two, paired with a constant line of food with it as well. It took over nearly everything, mind, body, soul, all of it belonging to the person they fed on, the human often times having more control over the vampire.
Ellie never really believed in it, instead viewing blood as something that was of and in itself, the same all the time. Sure, there were some people that tasted better than others, but blood was blood, no matter who the person was, they were more or less all the same at the end of the day. A meal was a meal, and that was that.
So if that was true, why were you the only thing on Ellieâs mind every waking second after the night she fed on you?
You were always on Ellieâs mind before it all, lingering at the back, making her smile when she thought of something silly youâd said to her earlier in the week, face beaming whenever youâd send a text her way, so it wasnât out of the ordinary that you were on her mind.
She thought of it constantly, the way you were soâŠso fucking eager for her, a sense of intimacy lingering in the air of an act so selfless. Your pouty lips parted as you moaned and sighed her name, her lips attached to your neck as you gave her everything. Feeding was always something that felt the slightest bit romantic, the closeness of it all.
But youâŠdoing it with you was different than anything sheâd ever experienced.
She knew it meant nothing to you, she knew that it was simply you being a good friend, which meant it was borderline wrong for her to take it any way other than what it was, but she couldnât help herself. She could still taste you on her tongue when she got home, plopping down into her bed and staring up at the ceiling in her dark room as she felt her core tighten and flutter as she referenced back to the memory.
Ellie couldnât help herself when she unbuttoned her jeans, slipped her hands down to cup her pussy, and caught her aching clit against her calloused fingers to give it some much needed attention.
And she moaned your name as if it were the only word in her vocabulary, blubbering and crying out for you as she angrily fucked her aching pussy, eyebrows furrowed to the point where she almost looked upset.
âF-fuckâŠ.thatâs my fucking girlâŠthatâs itâŠgonna cum all over your pretty fuckinâ faceâ she groaned out, picturing you settled between her legs, eagerly lapping at her weeping core, grinding down onto your face and giving you everything she had, much like you did when you allowed her to feed on you.
Sheâd cum with your name falling from her lips, back arching as her hips rolled against her palm, sopping wet cunt painting her slick all over her hand, making it hard to even keep it where she needed it with how wet she was, how fucking riled up you had her.
And sheâd do it again, lying in her bed and thinking of the memory over and over again, hanging on to the sound of your voice sighing out her name, moaning for her as she licked her lips, searching for the taste of your blood still soaked on them. All while you were sound asleep in your apartment where she left you.
If Ellie thought she was drawn to you before, she was sorely mistaken. Because now? All she could do was crave you. It interrupted her day to day, made her brain foggy when she wasnât with you or talking to you.
And soon? It became a habit.
Ellie was at your door every other night, long fingers searching for your hips to pull you closer as she pressed her face into your neck, tongue slipping out of her mouth to run along the now permanent marks on your neck, whispering in your ear about how badly she needed you.
It had become a bit of a routine, Ellie would come over, youâd let her feed on you until she saw fit, sheâd go home and fuck herself, and then she would live in her own personal hell for the next few days that she wasnât able to see you.
Itâs how she found herself dragging her body down the hallway to your apartment, a heavy hand coming up to the door and giving it a firm knock.
When you answer, Ellie thinks you look like a dream. Your body is leaned up against the door, head resting against it as you give her a dreamy smile, oversized t-shirt hanging off of one of your shoulders, sleep shorts barely visible beneath the end of the shirt, hugging your ass so perfectly, your white socks bunched up at your ankles.
She has to bite back the moan that threatens to escape when she lays eyes on you.
âMmâŠhi Ellieâ your voice sounds like the sweetest melody, and sheâs smiling sheepishly as she walks towards you, bending her knees a bit as she wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her tall frame, nearly light you up off the ground completely.
âThere she isâŠâ she sighed against you, and it sounds like Ellie can finally breath, like the weight holding her back from breathing in the air she so desperately needed has finally been granted to her, it makes you giggle softly.
You wrap your arms around her neck, humming softly as your fingers come up to tangle in her hair, simultaneously pulling her into your apartment. She kicks the door closed behind her, arms still wrapping you up and keeping you close.
She keeps you close, her head coming up to take a look at the set up you have going in that sheâs walked in to. She can tell youâve been working on your book, your laptop set on your couch paired with your favorite blanket, and a mug set on your coffee table that was still steaming.
âWorking on the book?â She asked softly, you nod as you turn around in your arms, and excited smile on your face as you walk over to your spot, clicking the keypad a few times before you shut it.
âYup. Iâm getting pretty farâŠ.was wrapping it up right before you came overâ you practically beamed.
Ellie always found it so endearing how dedicated you were to your work, and rightfully so, Ellie reminded you time and time again that sheâd lived through many eras of famous writers, but you always topped them ten times over and then some. Sheâd never let you forget the talent you had was rare.
You plopped down on your couch after sliding your laptop into its little compartment under your coffee table, your legs coming up to cross over each other as you pat the spot next to you eagerly, to which she easily obliged of course.
Her old denim jacket rustled a bit as she sat down, resting her back against your couch as she slouched down a bit, legs spread as she stares up at you through the dim, cozy lighting of your living room.
You giggle softly, resting your cheek against your palm as you look down at her. âWhat are you staring at? Youâre looking at me like Iâm something to eatâŠâ your words trail off, eyes narrowing at the girl playfully before you sit up, crossing your arms.
âDid you come all the way here to get a free meal out of me, Williams?â Your tone is accusing, but playful, and it makes Ellie chuckle as she bring her tattooed hands up to rub up and down her face before she groans.
âWhen you say it like that it sounds badâŠ.I see it as seeing my favorite person with something extra added into itâŠâ she defends herself before chuckling, looking back at you as she tugs her bottom lip into her mouth, sucking gently on the plump skin, letting her mind linger to imagine it was your lips she was sucking on instead as her eyes slowly zeroed in on them, similar to if she were under a spell.
âYou know you donât have to if you donât want toâŠâ she mumbled out softly, voice gentle and truthful.
It was true, Ellie would cut all of this out the second you made even the slightest signal that you were tired of it, or if your body simply couldnât handle it anymore. She knew that sheâd never use you as her personal blood bag. The minute you wanted out, you got it, no questions asked.
You give her a gentle smile though, shaking your head as you shifted your body a bit so that it was now laying down on the end of the couch opposite of Ellie, your head resting against one of the plush pillows you had next to you while you were writing. You spread your legs a bit, making space for Ellie to crawl into before you stretched your arms out for her, a silent call for the girl to come closer.
âIâll always give it to you, ElâŠyou know that. ComeâŠâ you call her again with a slight flick of your wrist.
Your words make Ellieâs head swirl, all of it sounding, and feeling, much too similar to something else, something more than just a friend helping another friend out. It sounds like youâre giving something else to her, something sheâd dreamt of taking from you from the moment she laid eyes on you.
But she canât indulge in that, not now, not when youâre being so kind.
She chokes back a groan, the girl slowly crawling over your body, similar to a predator creeping over its prey. Her body consuming yours as she pressed either one of her palms into the plush couch near your head, staring into your eyes as she settled between your warm thighs, the plush skin pressing against a sliver of her hips that was exposed at the top of her jeans. The feeling of her body pressed against your warm cunt, the only thing separating the two of you being the think material of your shorts, drove Ellie to the brink of insanity.
She hummed softly, her eyes trailing down your every feature, taking you in, eating you up for a moment before she grabbed your chin, tilting your head up and away to give her better access to the little area of your throat that had now become hers and only hers.
Soon, sheâs leaning down, her body pressed against yours as she peppers kisses along your jaw until she reaches your throat, licking at the two little wounds that were in the shape of her fangs before she sighed against your skin, finally giving in and letting her protruding fangs sink into your skin.
Youâd always been comfortable around Ellie, never shying away from her touch whenever sheâd grab you whenever you were out together, or letting her easily pull you into her lap whenever you watched movies or played video games together, intimate touches never being out of the ordinary in your relationship.
But now, ever since you and her had startedâŠwhatever it was that youâd been doing, you had seemed to cross a boundary that was once put up. What was once little sighs and huffs, turned into full on moans whenever Ellie would press her body against yours and take what she wanted. Youâd grip her hair, keeping her close as you moaned and whined out her name, breathless begs for her to keep going.
âFuckâŠEllieâŠâ you moaned out for her, your eyes fluttering shut as your fingers laced into her brown hair, keeping her close as her hands moved from either sides of your head to instead grip your body. Your hips were her favorite, holding onto the plush skin and keeping you close, massaging and kneading you as she pleased, a small piece of her wanting to bruise you up, just so she knew she was able to leave marks on you other than your neck.
It egged her on further, your calls for her making her swipe her tongue over the wound before she continued sucking your sweet essence from your body. Ellie wasnât sure if you were fond of it at first, but now? With how you reacted? She was sure you enjoyed it, if even a little bit.
She became so drunk off of you, her mind clouded with the intense flavor of your blood, nearly choking on it with how quickly she drank sometimes. One of her hands left your hips, sliding down until she gripped your thigh, pulling it up and closer to wrap around her body, massaging the soft skin as she let one of her legs slip over your other one, so that her thigh was slotted against your cunt, and yours against hers.
Ellie didnât even realize it at first, but she slowly began to grind into you, letting her thigh rub against your barely clothed pussy as she drank from you, her senses completely overwhelmed with just how fucking good you tasted, how good you felt. She felt her mind and body buzz with electricity when she pressed her chest against yours, and she could feel your nipples hardening through the thin material of your shirt, pressing against her own chest.
âMmâŠh-hahâŠEllie..IâŠ.Ellie pleaseâŠâ you begged, and Ellie was able to hear the way your voice was slowly going, growing more and more hoarse with every moan, every pant.
She was taking too much, and she wasnât sure if she was begging for you to stop, or to keep going.
Ellie groaned loudly against you, prying her lips away from your dulcet neck, panting loudly as she pulled away further to look down at you, letting herself get a good look at the mess sheâd made of you.
Your lips were swollen, eyes growing heavy, skin getting dull. Your hair was messy, and your shirt was pulled down further, revealing more of your shoulder and collar bones, while the bottom was pushed up to show more of your stomach.
It was like a dream and a nightmare all at once.
You blinked a few times as you tried catching your breath, staring up at Ellie as one of your hands came up to cup her cheek gently.
âA-all better?â You stuttered out, giving her that notorious dreamy smile of yours, the one that made Ellie feel like she was the only person in the world that got to see it.
Sheâs drained you, and yet you were asking if she felt better.
Ellie held back a groan, her large hand wrapping around your wrist before she brought your hand down to press a kiss to your palm, giving you a gentle nod before she inhaled deeply to control the emotions that threatened to escape while she saw you this way.
âAlways when Iâm with you babyâ she chuckled out sadly.
The smile you give Ellie nearly has her in tears, because you look so genuinely happy, so content with the fact that youâve helped her, that youâve made Ellie feel better, even if itâs at the expensive of your own comfort.
At the expensive of your own life.
âIâm gladâŠâ you hummed out softly before you yawned, clearly tired out from what Ellie had done to you. It makes Ellie frown, and sheâs quickly pushing herself off of you before she scoops you up into her arms to carry you off to your bedroom.
Soon, she has you tucked into bed, your eyes closing almost as soon as your head hits the pillow, and Ellie has your blankets pulled up over your arms. Itâs almost mind blowing how quickly you fall asleep, it makes Ellie feel a bit jealous, because she canât remember a time where she was that comfortable in a bed to fall asleep so fast.
She watches you, of course. Sticking around for a few hours after youâve slept, keeping an eye on you to make sure your chest continues to rise and fall slowly. She knows it would never go that far, but she always gets nervous after feeding.
Tonight was also different, and it was eating away at her because she knew there wasnât really a right or wrong way to go about cleaning about it, or comforting you about how wrong this was, and how much Ellie had been draining you. Even the fact that you expected it of her when she came over left a bitter taste in her mouth, one that replaced the sweet one that usually lingered on her tongue after she had a taste of you.
And as she watched you sleep, so peaceful and so serene, Ellie began to think of any way this would blossom into something more. How would this carry on? She would continue sucking from you until you died one day? Sheâd come to you like a thief in the knight well after you had a family? Children to look after? Your life moving on while she stayed in an immortal purgatory? One where she continued the cycle of coming to you for a quick bite to eat? Paired with a warm body to lay on top of for the time being?
There was no way it could surpass this. You being her friend, helping her in a way not many could. Ellie knew, that deep down, the life she wanted with you was not one that was easy to come by, something that she wouldnât dare ask of you. From the moment she saw you, she wanted more. Because thatâs what she did, she took, and took, and took until there was nothing left to take, and it was slowly happening with you.
But Ellie loved you too fucking much to take until you were nothing but a shriveled up peace of what you used to be.
So, she took one long last look at you and she left your window. Because that night, she promised herself that she was finished. The life she wanted with you unfortunately wasnât written in the stars for her, and she knew that from the moment she saw you.
Ellie was letting you go, because she knew it she didnât.
Sheâd just end up killing you.
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A Man With a Plan.4
prologue // p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6 // p7 // p8
Remus Lupin x whimsical!reader - Hogwarts Era (no Voldemort) - Soulmate AU
CW: brief mention of a sexual encounter (non-explicit)
The following week-and-a-half was both chaotic and painful for (likely everyone involved, but specifically for) Remus Moony Remus (& Moony).
Remus (under the watchful glare of one Sirius Orion Black) apologized to James for speaking so rudely to him, and to Peter for upsetting the room.
Pete was quick to forgive him, whilst James just asked, âare you ready to talk about it?â. Remus replied no, James said âtalk to me when you areâ, and the two havenât spoken much since.Â
The closer and closer Remus got to the full moon, the more incessant Moony became. Even if you werenât around, Moony was whining after you. When you were around, Moony was begging for you.Â
Remus, much to Moony and Siriusâs (never mind his own) chagrin, would hear your soft lilting voice moving down the hall speaking to James, and would quickly grab Amelia and find the closest broom closet.Â
After the 3rd or 4th time, he was starting to look like a horny pre-teen who just discovered playboy magazines.
But while Amelia was on her knees and his hand was on the back of her head, he could muffle the howling and yipping of the angry wolf for at least the moment, and it felt like enough.
Until it wasnât.
âStop, stop.â He groaned as he pulled away from Ameliaâs wandering hands. She looked quite lovely â flushed, slightly damp and pupils blown wide, but Remus couldnât appreciate much of anything with the chorus of âNeed, need, need, need. Mine, mine, mine, mineâ inside his mind.
âWhat is it, baby?â She cooed at him. Remus had to fight back a grimace at the nickname.
âI ca-I canât do this right now.â He said, bringing his hand to his mouth; he suddenly felt queasy.
âAre you sure? I can be a good girl for you.â She purred.
âNo.â he said as he flung the door to the broom closet and nearly collided with you.
Dammit, how were you everywhere!?
âOh, hello Remus! Are you alright?â You asked him.
Mine.Â
Remus could only let out a keening sound in response â hand still pressed to his mouth.
Your eyes seemed to flit around his being â not actually looking at him but around him as your mouth pinched in concern.
âNo, not alright at all.â You answered your own question, speaking more to yourself than anything.Â
âRem?â Amelia said as she rubbed his back and spotted you in front of him.
âOh, L/N,â Amelia said with a chuckle. Remus felt his hackles rise immediately. âYour aura looks wonderful today.âÂ
Her voice was filled with contempt, but your eyes never left Remusâ form.Â
âHere,â you said to Remus as you began to dig through your book bag. You missed the âtosserâ that Amelia threw your way, but Remus didnât.
Moony wanted her dead.
âThis should help, Remus. Itâs mallowsweet, shrivlefig juice, powdered moonstone, and rosewater. I think itâs just what you need.â
Your voice was so soft and sweet, and Moony was so quiet while you spoke. Remus almost wanted to tell you to forget the vial you were offering as he felt his migraine lifting just from listening to you talk.
Remus might as well have been a puppet as he raised his hand to take the vial from you â he didnât even know what this concoction was for, but if you kept looking at him like that? Heâd drink forty of them.
You dropped the vial into his palm, keeping your fingers to yourself as if you were somehow aware he was afraid to touch you.
âI hope you feel better, Remus.â You breathed softly, parting from him with a gentle smile as you floated back down the hallway.
âGods, she is such an airhead.â
Remus suddenly understood James a little bit better.
âAmelia,â he started as he turned to stare daggers at the girl, âdonât make fun of my friends.â
And he stalked off down the hall, opposite the way youâd just went.
It was Thursday evening, and there were only two more nights until the full. Remus sat at the table with his head in his hands as he tried to swallow against his gag reflex.
Amelia Bones was staring daggers at him from the Hufflepuff table, but it was you, speaking so sweetly to James across from him, that had his heart beating like a hummingbird in his chest.
Mine, pack! Pack! Pack! Mine, pack.Â
Remus mentally grabbed The Wolf by the scruff, causing a pitiful whine and quiet whimpering to follow. He was too tired and too close to the full for this.
James was speaking animatedly to you about the nifflerâs from class today, but Remus Moony could tell your mind was elsewhere.
âOne moment, Jamie.â You said quietly to your friend as you began to walk away. Suddenly, you were standing behind Moony Remus.
âExcuse me, Peter. Would you mind terribly if I sat here?â You asked sweetly, pointing to the sliver of bench between the two of them. Siriusâ eyes flew to meet Remusâ from his spot across from him.
âOh! Uhm, no, Y/N, not at all.â Peter agreed as he moved to create a space for you beside Remus.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, you were suddenly sat between Remus and Peter, directly across from James who was placed beside Sirius.Â
Remus felt his shoulders sag in immediate relief to have you so close to him. Horrifyingly, he felt tears spring to his eyes. He tucked his chin into his chest, knowing Siriusâ gaze hadnât left him.
You pushed your ankle up against Remusâ as you continued discussing the pilfering little creatures from your class with James as the first tear fell.Â
He wanted to be angry. But he couldnât bring himself to.
He wanted to resent you. But he couldnât bring himself to.
Because you were kind and sweet and understanding and patient. And he was the monster.
And somehow, you knew all of that. And yet, you sat here, beside him, and offered him what little comfort you could.
Remus was fucked.
You were at the quidditch game Friday evening. Gryffindor was playing Slytherin, so you appeared to be present only to cheer on James.
It was sweet.
Remus was fucked.
Amelia came too, which pissed Remus off seeing as Hufflepuff wasnât playing either, but it gave him the chance to not sit there staring at the space beside you wishing he was selfish enough to take it.
Her company wasnât as nice as yours, but Remus supposed beggars couldnât be choosers.
The weather kind of sucked â it wasnât raining but the air was thick with fog and mist, and visibility was low. Remus wasnât sure how the players managed between the mist, the wind on their brooms, and their sweat, but the game raged on.
âWait, so the little braids that you find on horses randomly...â Peter asked you from a few bleachers below Remus.
Remus kept his eyes on the players he could make out through the fog and pretended he wasnât listening to your conversation.
âYes, those are nargles. They appear at night and twist the hairs of horses or unicorns to create stirrups and leads so that they can ride them. Itâs important you donât undo them, though, as nargles may become frustrated that they have to redo their work. They are also more likely to return to ride your horse again instead of outright taking them for their own if you respect their work. Tricky little thieves, they are.â
âHuh.â Pete offered brightly. Remus smiled widely to himself. âWell, I suppose they also look pretty in the horseâs hair. Might as well leave âem.â
Remus felt a warmth radiating in his chest. He couldnât see either of you as he kept his gaze on the game, but he could clearly picture your kind and airy smile, and how Peter had his body turned to you to ensure you had his full intention.
Moony loved it too.
Pack. Good. Good. Good. PaCk GooD.Â
Remus began to think maybe he could handle this. Maybe he could keep you here, sort of at armâs length but still within his reach. Maybe he could accept you as a friend and...pack member if thatâs what Moony insisted on calling you.
Maybe this didnât need to be all or nothing, maybe this could just be...
But Remusâ train of thought stopped as Moony began raging within his mind. Remus started to panic, thinking maybe he miscalculated the next full moon; heâs not been wrong about a moon once in his entire life, but fuck, stranger things have happened.
He looked to the sky, and even through the fog, Remus could tell the moon was nowhere near risen. He was also very sure the full moon was tomorrow night.
âLook out!â A player shouted from the pitch as Remus spotted a very large ball careening its way over...straight for you.
Mine. Mine. Mine MINE MINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINEMINE.
Remusâ mind went blank as he stood from his place. Suddenly, he was standing in front of you as the ball hit him in the middle of his back. He grunted in mild discomfort, but it was far less damage than what could have been had it made contact with your face.
Your face, which was looking up at Remus with your mouth parted in gentle surprise, and your eyes searching his person.
âRemus! Are you alright, mate?â Peter cried in shock.
The whistle sounded on the pitch as players flew their way over to the Gryffindor benches to retrieve the ball.Â
âYeah, Pete, Iâm fine. Doesnât hurt that bad.â He offered, though his eyes never left yours.
âMoony, what the fuck was that?!â Sirius called from his broom.
âWhat was what? Arenât you players supposed to aim the ball at each other?â He snarked back.
âMate,â Pete whispered to him, âyou apparated.â
He...he apparated!?
Hogwarts had ancient magical wards lining the school grounds and castles. One such ancient ward was an anti-apparition ward. No one should be able to apparate in or out.
Ignoring all of that, however...7th years still hadnât been taught how to apparate yet.
Well...Remus didnât know what to say about that. So instead, he asked âare you alright?â
You looked between him and his right shoulder for a moment before nodding. âYes, Remus. Thank you. Iâm very sorry about all of this.â
But before he could say - oh, thatâs okay, or thatâs not necessary, or even what the hell are you apologizing for? - you were out of your seat and leaving the stands.
âWhat did you say to her?â James barked at Remus from his broom beside Sirius, glare turning stormy.
âNothing mate,â Sirius answered for him, âhe just asked if she was alright.â
âWas she?â James asked, eyes softening slightly.
âYeah, sheâs okay.â Remus answered.
James seemed to analyze Remusâ face before offering him a curt nod and flying back to the centre of the pitch.Â
âMcGonagallâs going to be so pissed if you broke those wards, mate.â Peter muttered as the game resumed.
Sure, Remus thought, letâs focus on that.Â
McGonagall was kind of pissed about the wards, but she told Remus it was but a minor tear within the grid and may be repairable.Â
Seeing as the burst of accidental magic was...well...accidental (and lunar in nature, though he figured it was best they all ignored that little fact for the time being), he was off the hook for the damage.
He was the victim of relentless torment, however.
âLord Rem, are you reading ahead to make the rest of us look bad?â Lily smirked from her place in the Gryffindor common room.Â
Remus groaned into his book as he pulled it to the face.
âIt was an accident.â He muttered miserably.
âSure. Just watch your back, Lupin; Iâm still top of the class.â She fired at him with a smirk.
The common room continued thinning out until it was only Lily and James playing wizards chess, Sirius and Peter playing exploding snap, and Remus trying to read his book as his muscles and joints swelled and groaned under the pull of the moon. Tomorrow night, and then heâd be free for the rest of the cycle.
Well, not free, seeing as now he was also plagued by you.
Suddenly, the group of five could hear the portrait of the Fat Lady screeching at someone in the hall.
âI will do no such thing; I am not a secretaryâ the muffled voice spat.
Sirius and Remus shared a confused look before the former stood and made his way to the portrait hole.Â
âReggie?â Sirius asked quietly as the portrait swung open to reveal the form of his younger brother.
âUhm, hi, Sirius. I... I was wondering if Potter was here?â
Siriusâ head reared back slightly as he blinked over at James.
âUhm...yes? He is.âÂ
Regulus sighed. âMay I speak to him?â
Sirius slowly moved aside and gestured for Regulus to come in.
âHello Regulus.â James said politely, looking bemusedly at Sirius for a brief moment before standing.
âPotter. My apologies for the...intrusion. But Iâm wondering if youâve seen Y/N.â
Remusâ book fell into his lap as he sat straight in his chair, hands gripping the arm rests. Remus had heard from Sirius (who heard from James) that you and Regulus were quite close. This at least explained why Remusâ friends and yours had never intertwined before.
âNo, no. Not since the game, why?â
Regulus sighed again as he grimaced. âSheâs not in her dorms. One of her dormmates asked me where she went â apparently, she told them it was important for her to be âaway from the castleâ for the weekend. I was hoping you knew where she went.â
Remus ran up to the Marauderâs dorm room and accioâd the Marauderâs Map. He scanned the parchment and, sure enough, you were nowhere to be found. He double, triple and quadruple checked to no avail.Â
You were nowhere to be found on castle grounds.
Continue to chapter five here.
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After Cobra Kaiâs demonstration at the All Valley festival, everyone went off on their own to enjoy the night. You and Miguel had joined Moon and Hawk to go on a few rides and try some of the fair food. At some point, you and Moon were walking ahead of the boys, arms interlocked and sharing a bag of cotton candy.
"I knew it. Our girlfriends prefer each other over us," Hawk announced as he and Miguel caught up. The girls pulled apart with light laughs.
"No, of course not," you teased, looking at Miguel. He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.
"I don't know. I think she is pretty good looking," Moon bantered.
You playfully smirked and grabbed her hand. "You doing anything later?" Moon laughed.
Hawk smacked your hand away. "Just for that, we're taking the cotton candy." He threw his arm around Moon's shoulders and they started walking away.
"Call me," you shouted, causing Hawk to flip you off. You chuckled and turned around to face Miguel.
"You wouldn't leave me for Moon, right?" His tone made it sound like a joke, but he was maybe a tad serious.
You placed your hands on either side of his neck and leaned in to kiss him. You liked how you were nearly similar in height so you could look straight at him.
"Maybe," you answered.
Miguel threw his head back with a groan. "You're killing me here."
"I'm kiddinggg. I would much rather have my strong, handsome boyfriend." You kissed him again, this time, with more need.
"Really," he mumbled against your lips, making you hum in content. He could see the mischievous glint in your eyes when you both pulled away.
Miguel let himself be led out of the fair, his hand glued to yours. Small giggles passed your lips while maneuvering around the parking lot. You unlocked the car just before Miguel had pushed you against the door and captured your lips with his. Your hands were interlocked behind his neck while his rested on your hips. You slipped one hand away to open the door and rushed into the backseat.
Miguel sat back and you seated yourself on his lap. His hands slid from your thighs to your waist while you placed yours around his neck. He was firm and gentle as he pulled you in, burning your lips with his mouth. You knotted your fingers in his hair and melted against his body.
You pulled away briefly to move your hands to his face and caress his cheeks. Your heart felt like it was flying and the world seemed to stop.
Miguel licked his lips before connecting them together once more. His breath was hot as his kisses trailed down your neck. His hands held your back as you arched, begging for more. One of his hands slipped underneath your shirt and tugged the material up, over your head. His hands trailed from your stomach up to your chest, gently fondling your breasts.
Your fingers ran through his nape of hair and tugged slightly so he disconnected from your neck, giving you the opportunity to place your mouth back on his. A groan from the back of his mouth emitted as you grinded your hips against his.
"You teasing me, amor?" Miguel was slightly breathless as he pulled away.
You only grinned as your hands toyed with the bottom of his t-shirt. "Never, baby. It's all about you." Soon enough, you were pulling his shirt over his head and couldn't help but let your fingers trail down his toned build.
Reality faded as his lips moved with yours. Miguel's head was thrown back as you began moving from his throat, down to his collar. He felt your fingers move to his pants and drawing at the waistband.
"You don't have to," he muttered softly.
"Let me take care of you." Your sultry whispers sent shivers down his spine. You stopped to look him in the eye. "Is this okay?"
"More than anything."
He raised his hips to let you slide his pants down. His chest felt warm, and another groan tumbled out when you curled your fingers around his cock.
A hunger for the feeling grew in his stomach, gnawing for more bliss. Miguel let his head tip back once more. You took advantage of it in an instant; smothering him with kisses along the length of his neck. It was messy, lips wet with spit as you scraped your teeth down, right as your thumb rubbed over the slit of his cockâ Miguel twitched, panting a little heavier.
Slick, hot, sounds echoed in the car as you jerked him, hand twisting perfectly. Slow and gentle. His eyes crushed closed, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. His gut was burning with heat, pleasure filling every limb.
"You're doing so good for me," you murmured. You nipped at his jawline as he moaned your name lowly.
He grunted as his hips withered when you began to pump faster. He leaned forward to crash his lips against yours. You moaned into his mouth as your thighs tightened around his with a growing need. Your pace slowed down again, causing a frustrated moan from his end.
"I need you to go faster, baby."
"Beg for it."
Miguel's eyes opened in surprised, only to be met with your cocky smirk. "What?" He took a deep breath to compose himself and let out a trembling chuckle. "I don't beg."
"Really?" You pouted mockingly. "Come on, Miggy. It's just one little word." Your hand moved to the side of his neck, your thumb skimming across his Adam's apple. Your lips hovered over his. "Beg for it."
Miguel, still refusing, tried pushing his hips upwards for any sort of friction, but it wasn't enough. You moved your hand a little faster just as a little taste of what he could have. He cursed when you stopped.
"Just say the word and it can all be yours." You kissed his lips, pulling his bottom lip gently while pulling away. "Come on, baby. Be my good boy."
The praise seemed to have done the trick as he stared with pleading eyes. "Shit! Fuck, yes, please. I need it so bad. Please."
Your chest swelled with pride. "See? Was that so hard?"
Miguel stared confused as you shuffled down his lap until suddenly your mouth attached to his cock and he let out a long moan.
"Oh, fuck." His fingers curled into your hair as you moved at a rapid pace.
Both of your hands grasped his tense thighs. Miguel's eyes rolled back, feeling his cock slide down your throat. His chest was rising and falling, his stomach clenching.
When he looked down at his girl, he felt himself completely fall apart while staring into those wide doe eyes.
Miguel shuddered violently, a gaspy moan warbling out of his chest and the only warning you got was his hushed whispers of, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," before he was spilling down your throat. You took as much as you could, feeling it drip from your mouth.
You lifted your head, a string of saliva detaching as you tried catching your breath. You looked at Miguel and saw his eyes half-closed and cheeks flushed. A few more dribbles came from his slit that you licked up. He let out small whines at the sensation.
You wiped the corners of your mouth with your thumb before crawling up beside him. "You good, baby?" He could only give a loving hum in response and you placed a soft kiss upon his cheek.
hera speaks!
this was actually a draft from my miguel x oc book on wattpad but i decided to post it here instead and maybe some more imagines?
i just have a deep love for xolo maridueña.
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Part One: VIP Access
Park Seonghwa X gn!afab!reader
Summary: Once again, you get railed by your boyfriend while he's still in his stage persona. This time, at Coachella.
WC: 4.8k
CW: (Filthy) smut with fluffy aftercare (teeth rotting fluff I got carried away)
Names used on the reader: Sweetheart, sweetie, gorgeous, whore, slut, bitch, baby (Please let me know if I missed anything)
Smut warnings: Voice/auralism kink, glove kink(?), kissing, marking (reader receiving), hair pulling (reader and idol receiving), grinding, oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected PIV sex, nipple play (idol receiving), degradation, dumbification(?), overstimulation, creampie, reader experiences sub drop (Please let me know if I missed anything)
AN: I mean, come on, how could I not write about Seonghwa at Coachella?
It's not really a literal part two of VIP Access, but it is set in the same timeline (is that the right word?), so...I guess we're calling it part two, why not. I hope you all enjoy the (very self indulgent) filth I've cooked up. đ
And @malldreamprincess helped with some of Hwa's especially filthy lines, so everyone say thank you to her. đ
Tag List: @cherrycel @mxnsxngie @malldreamprincess @asjkdk
First it was the beginning of their world tour.Â
Now it's Coachella.Â
When Seonghwa told you months before that Ateez would be performing at the festival, you were over the moon for them.Â
Your boyfriend and his group were the first K-Pop boy group to perform at Coachella.
The pride you felt was immense. They'd come so far in their career, and theyâd only grow bigger and go higher from here.Â
You were incredibly grateful to join them for their time at Coachella, being able to sneak in as one of their staff members to get premium access to see your boys on the big stage.Â
And God, did they kill it.Â
Every single one, brimming with confidence and raw brutal energy, walking, talking, dancing, singing, and rapping like the kings they were.Â
From the outfits to the stage to the props to the set list, everything was as it should've been: Electrifying.Â
But through it all, your eyes went back to Seonghwa.Â
From his long wavy hair that looked like a lion's mane blowing in the wind, to his outfit showing off his chest, to the confidence that dripped from every word and movement, he'd never looked hotter.Â
And that's saying a lot, because Seonghwa looks good and hot in every performance.Â
You should've been focused on the music and the vibes. The screams of the crowd, the bass blaring from the speakers.Â
But in the back of your mind, you were thinking about how badly you wanted Seonghwa to take you against a wall.Â
Against a table, the floor, fuck, anyway he wanted, you'd take it.Â
When Arriba came on, you started imagining being bent over that bar by him.Â
Especially after their shots, God, could he ever be hotter than this?Â
(Probably)
But Seonghwaâs voice?
You already adored his voice, you could listen to him talk about anything and everything forever. But his accent when he spoke English made you feel things.Â
That coupled with his confidence and stage persona, you were thoroughly soaked by the end.Â
When they finally concluded their set, you took off running to get backstage to see them. You frantically flashed your badge to anyone who tried to stop you as you made your way through the crowds around the equipment.Â
Until your eyes finally landed on your boyfriend, who was also looking around for you as he was wiping the sweat off of his face. When you two made eye contact, Seonghwaâs face shifted into a sinister smirk that sent shivers all over your body.Â
You ran the rest of the way to him and threw your arms around him to trap him in a tight hug. He returned it instantly, even if he was drenched in sweat and still out of breath.Â
Honestly, the shine of his skin from the sweat made him look even hotter.Â
âYou liked the show, sweetheart?â Seonghwa asked you, reaching up to brush your hair back. You nodded as you looked up at him.Â
âI loved it! You were amazing! You all were! I'm so proud of you!âÂ
And every word was genuine as you smiled up at Seonghwa. He shared it, as he too felt pride in his chest from the performance. It was a huge achievement to perform at a festival like this, and to have it go as well as it did? Even better.Â
âThank you.â Seonghwa kissed your forehead as his hand trailed down to your waist. He pulled you against his side as he began to walk offstage, bringing you with him. âI had so much fun, that was amazing.âÂ
âI could tell.â You leaned your head on him as you gazed up at him. All those sinful thoughts from before rushed back into your head.Â
Especially as his gloved hand was holding onto your waist, your face right next to his exposed chest. Your heart skipped a beat as you imagined your face pressed right in the center-Â
âI canât wait to do it all again next week.â Seonghwaâs voice abruptly dragged you out of your fantasy, making you shake your head to erase the thoughts from your head. But Seonghwa saw how red your face is, and he knew it wasnât just from the heat.Â
Youâd seen his outfit before he went on stage, and Seonghwa delighted in seeing your face flush bright red, even seeing it creep down your neck.Â
He knew exactly how this night was going to end from the start.Â
âMy eyes are up here, you know.â Your face turned red as you snapped your head up to look at him. Seonghwaâs lips curled up in that damn smirk again as he held you tighter, pulling your face closer to his chest. âHow rude, sweetheart.âÂ
You had no words as you looked at the ground, your whole body heating up and your stomach filling with butterflies. Seonghwa used his other gloved hand to hold your chin and tilt your head back up to look at him.Â
âLetâs get back to the hotel quickly then, since you canât seem to wait.âÂ
You nodded wordlessly, the lust and greed beginning to take over your brain. Seonghwaâs tongue ran over his lips as his thumb ran over your own.Â
Even as you felt incredibly small and embarrassed next to him, this is exactly what you wanted.Â
To have Seonghwa possessed by his stage persona and have his way with you.Â
You walked into Seonghwaâs room first, leaving him to lock the door behind you. And as you turned around to look at him, he was staring at you like a predator who cornered their prey, with that devilish smirk still on his lips.Â
You watched him as he slowly slid his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms, tossing it onto the bed behind you, all as he stalked up to you in an almost feline way. Slow, calculated, elegant.Â
Just like Seonghwa.Â
His arms looped around your waist and pulled you against his body, and already, you felt his half hard dick pressing against his pants and up against you.Â
Your arms shot up to hold onto his arms as he leaned down to capture your lips in a needy, bruising kiss. One of Seonghwaâs hands went up to hold the back of your head to pull you in more and keep you in place.Â
As if youâd ever pull away.Â
You happily let his tongue slip inside your mouth and lick all over, pushing his way around, letting you swallow up all his deep, animalistic groans.Â
When you dug your nails into Seonghwaâs skin, a growl came from deep inside his chest, and youâd snapped the thin leash that was holding him back.Â
He reached down and grabbed the backs of your thighs to pick you up and drop you down on the bed, wrapping your legs around his waist as he leaned over you, giving him premium access to grind down against your sopping core.Â
âFuck, sweetie, youâre soaked,â Seonghwa groaned against your lips. âIs that all because of me? All for me?âÂ
You eagerly nodded, but Seonghwa clicked his tongue and gripped onto your hair, giving it a sharp tug. âUse your words, come on, tell me.â He leaned close until his nose was pressing against yours and his breath was against your lips. âAre you this wet because of me?â
âYes, yes Seonghwa, itâs because of you,â you moaned out, still digging your nails into his biceps. You had a death grip on his waist to keep him where you needed him most.Â
âOh, it better be,â he mumbled as he leaned into your neck to suck a mark into your skin. Fire ran over your skin as his mouth worked to put purple blooms all over your neck. His claiming mark that you were his, all his.Â
Your head was spinning as the pressure continued to build between your thighs from the constant friction on your clothed clit. You let out a strangled whimper as you reached up to pull on Seonghwaâs hair, forcing a groan out of him, along with an eye roll you couldnât see.Â
âSeonghwa, please, touch me,â you whined out desperately, trying to grind up with him for more. Seonghwa pulled back to look at you, his arms beside your head as he hovered above you.Â
âBut I am touching you.â His voice was low and breathy as he spoke, bordering on primal. Shivers ran across your skin again as his words invaded you and the feeling spread all over your body.Â
âSeonghwa, I need you in my cunt.âÂ
âIsnât that where I am already?âÂ
And he just ground into you harder, forcing even filthier noises out of both of you. A broken whimper shot from your lips as you pulled on Seonghwaâs hair again, throwing your head back into the plush hotel comforter.Â
The pressure was only continuing to build, and it was slowly turning painful. Seonghwa knew it, because he was just as needy as you were. He was as hard as a rock, soaking his own pants through with pre cum, his whole body screaming with the desire to fuck you into the mattress.Â
But Seonghwa wanted to hear you say it. He wanted you to beg. He wanted to hear how badly you needed him.Â
âPlease, take it off, fuck me, I donât care, I need you so bad!âÂ
There it was.Â
Seonghwa stood back up and gladly pulled your bottoms off, and before you knew it was happening, literally ripping your underwear off your body.Â
At first, you wanted to tell him off for ruining your clothes, but at the same time, you couldnât deny that it was incredibly hot that he was so desperate to have you, he ripped your clothes to get to you.Â
And just like that, you were left bare before him. You nearly fainted when he looked at your cunt like it was the first meal heâd had in weeks, his eyes lighting up like stars and his tongue falling out of his mouth like a dog.Â
God, you were so lucky to have a boyfriend who loved your cunt this much.Â
You watched him sink to his knees in front of you, and he began to take off his velvet gloves, but you shook your head.Â
âKeep them on,â you blurted, making him look up at you in surprise.Â
âWhat?â He asked, not really believing what he was hearing. Your cheeks burned hot again as you looked off to the side.Â
âKeep them on. I like them.â You mumbled the last part, but it was still clear enough for Seonghwa to hear. He still couldnât really believe it, but at the same time, he didnât mind it.Â
âAlright, but you have to explain this to the stylists.âÂ
Seonghwa pulled the gloves on tighter before he wrapped his arms around your thighs. He yanked you forward so you were on the very edge of the bed, as close as he could get you.Â
âLook at you,â Seonghwa murmured, âso beautiful. Arenât I blessed to have such a pretty pussy for myself.âÂ
You could only whimper out his name as he licked from your entrance to your clit, taking his time to collect all your sweetness. His eyes rolled back into his head as he swallowed it, and tightened his hold on your thighs.Â
âSo delicious.â He went in for another long lick, closing his eyes as he did. âSo sweet.â Another lick, this time focusing on your entrance to take in more. He groaned into your cunt before he swallowed again. âFucking heavenly.âÂ
Even with the teasing licks, his voice was sending you to cloud nine. All his words, the tone of his voice, the breathy moans and groans, it was only making you even more needy for him.Â
You reached down and gripped onto his hair at the roots, tugging gently, forcing another groan out of him as his eyes flicked up to you. Those damn siren eyes of his as his tongue was all in your cunt was enough to make you melt into a puddle.Â
âPlease, baby, donât tease.âÂ
âAww, am I making you wait too long, sweetie?â Seonghwa asked, almost in a mocking tone. Not quite, because you both wanted him to devour you as much as the other, but again, he loved to make you beg.Â
You nodded shyly as you spread your legs wider. A silent invitation, and one that threw Seonghwaâs composure out the window.Â
His gloved hands gripped onto you tighter as he dove back into your cunt, his mouth latching onto your clit and sucking harshly. A cry left your lips as you clung onto his hair and squeezed his head.Â
He sucked like the last bit of air on Earth was inside you, desperately moaning into your cunt as he did. Just as your thighs began to shake, Seonghwa let go to use his tongue instead, flicking his tongue against your clit, watching your face as you clenched around nothing.Â
You were crying out his name so loud, the members in the other rooms could hear you. Heâd get an earful from them tomorrow, but that was for him to worry about later.Â
Seonghwa let go of one of your thighs to reach up and slowly rub your entrance. The velvet against your core made fire race through your bones, and you clenched down instinctively. Seonghwa couldnât help but smirk as he continued to rub up against you, going back to suck on your clit again, only making you clench down harder.Â
âSeonghwa,â you whined, almost in frustration. Seonghwa let out a soft âhmm?â as he looked up at you, blinking at you innocently. You nearly wanted to smack that look off his face, but all you could do was give him your best puppy eyes.Â
You were lucky heâd do anything for you.Â
Seonghwa released your clit and slowly sunk two fingers into your cunt, taking his time to make his way in and stretch you out. The feeling of the velvet inside you made you melt, your head and eyes rolling back in tandem.Â
âAww, maybe I do need to keep these,â Seonghwa mused, admiring your face for a moment before he looked back at your hole that was choking his fingers. âIf you like it this much, my little slut.âÂ
A weak groan left your throat as your thighs trembled again. You were clenched down so tight on him. His cock twitched in his pants as he craved for that to be inside you instead. His pants were nearly completely soaked through, almost making him feel bad for whoever would be washing his clothes.Â
Seonghwa slowly moved his fingers inside you, watching your face and body for any resistance or hesitation. But when all he got was your soft needy moans, he gladly went back to where he was prior.Â
His tongue went back to attacking your clit as his fingers sped up inside you, reaching back and curling up into that sweet spot inside you. He found it in no time, and when he did, he latched back onto your clit and smirked.Â
Over and over, his name fell from your lips as you clung onto his hair like youâd disappear if you let go. âSeonghwa, Seonghwa, Seonghwa!â as he sucked and licked at your clit, his fingers pumping inside you, slowly increasing his pace until your thighs were shaking around his head again.Â
God, did he love that. His eyes fell closed as he worked on your cunt, savoring the taste of you, moaning at every tug of his hair and cry of his name. He couldâve stayed there all night, he could probably come just from devouring your delicious cunt.Â
But Seonghwa couldnât deny his precious little whore his cock.Â
âSeonghwa,â you choked out, pulling him out of his thoughts. He flicked his siren eyes back up to you, not slowing down for a second. You opened your mouth to try and speak, but another tremor ran through you and cut you off with another cry.Â
But you didnât need to say anything, Seonghwa already knew what you were trying to tell him. He didnât answer, he just kept at his pace to make you come all over his face.Â
And in his head, he was saying everything he wanted to but couldnât.Â
Come for me, sweetheart, come on. Just for me, you can do it, drown me, pull my hair, hold me in, anything to make you come. Come on my face, gorgeous, please please please-
With one loud cry of his name, you squeezed his head as you came on his fingers, clenching down even tighter than before, pulling on his hair and keeping him where you needed him most.Â
Seonghwa melted into your cunt with a whiny moan, fucking you through your orgasm, slowing down his movements until you came back down to Earth.Â
He slowly pulled his fingers out and begrudgingly pulled away from your cunt. Part of him wanted to stay on his knees until they ached, making you come with his mouth and fingers until you saw stars and begged for the end.Â
Heâd done it many times before, after all.Â
But he could feel the tiredness creeping up on him, and by the look on your face, you were feeling it too.Â
So heâd save it for another day.Â
Seonghwa slowly got up from the floor, and as you looked at him, shivers ran all over your body again. His mouth and chin were covered in your sweetness, glistening in the soft golden light of the lamps, his pupils blown out and his chest heaving.Â
And as he looked down at you, his cock twitched with aching desire. Youâre all spread out for him, your hair a mess, your face red, your pretty lips swollen.Â
In that moment, you both got a sudden surge of energy, and you were back where you started.Â
Seonghwa dove on top of you and smashed his lips onto yours, crawling onto the bed with you, one hand going up to cup the side of your neck and face, the other grabbing onto your waist and urging you up the bed.Â
You grabbed onto the back of his neck as you kissed him back, moving up the bed like he wanted until your head was laid on the pillows.Â
The kisses were pure desperation, teeth clinking against one another, spit all over your cheeks and chins, tongues wildly pushing and pulling against each other. With the savagery between you two, you couldnât even call whatever you were doing kisses.Â
All this while you were helping Seonghwa undo his belt and yank his pants down, just enough to free his cock, which was covered in pre cum with the tip an angry red. Seonghwa let out a soft whimper as the cool air hit him, his eyebrows furrowing in near pain.Â
He pushed you back into the bed with a more firm kiss this time before he slowly sunk his cock into you, and you both let out cries of need as he did.Â
Your eyes fluttered as your head hit the pillows, and Seonghwaâs face was nothing but relief as he slid all the way into the hilt, unsurprisingly, without resistance.Â
âSo fucking perfect,â he muttered as he leaned his forehead on yours. You nodded wordlessly before you reached up to press your lips to his again. Seonghwa moaned as he returned the kiss, his hands locking around your hips as he slowly began to move his hips.Â
Your arms went up and wrapped around his neck, holding him as close as you could get him. Seonghwa gladly melted into all your touches, and for those first few moments, you were thinking heâd be going easy on you.Â
Oh, how wrong you were.Â
It didnât take long before Seonghwa increased his pace, making sure he hit your sweet spot when he did. You broke off the kiss with a strangled cry and gripped onto his hair. Seonghwa couldnât help but smirk as he looked down at you, letting out a breathless laugh.Â
âThat feels good?â He panted out. âYeah? Tell me, sweetheart.â Seonghwa took one hand off your hip and propped himself up beside your head, leaning as close as he could so he could stare into your eyes. âCome on, I want to hear you tell me how much of a whore you are for my cock.âÂ
The sudden change in tone makes you choke on nothing as your eyes flick back to him. All words left your head, which only made Seonghwa want to fuck you harder.Â
Seeing you confused, at a loss for words, or better yet, unable to answer him because the pleasure is too much, was such a delightful sight.Â
Just to make it harder, Seonghwa took his other hand and grabbed the back of your head again and pulled your face into his chest, holding you right where you imagined being because of his goddamn outfit.Â
And you melted right into him, one of your arms instead wrapping around his shoulder to keep your face right between his tits.Â
âAww, look at that,â Seonghwa panted, tilting his head back, his eyes rolling back into his head. âThereâs my little whore, you-Oh shit!âÂ
He cried out when he felt your mouth on one of his nipples, licking and sucking on it, his shirt pulled to the side for access. His dick twitched as he looked down at you with your eyes closed and brows pulled together, moaning and whining as you did.Â
âFuck, you are just a little whore, arenât you?â You looked up at Seonghwa as he spoke, and it took everything in him to not melt right there on the spot. You hummed in answer, swirling your tongue around the sensitive spot before going back to sucking on it. âGod, youâll be the death of me.âÂ
Seonghwa gripped your head tighter and fucked you faster, desperately trying to keep up his rhythm through this thick cloud of pleasure heâd wrapped himself in, whiny moans falling from his pretty plush lips.Â
But he was a little too quiet for your taste.Â
You pulled back with a soft whine, which prompted him to look back at you in confusion. âTalk to me,â you whined, digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt. âPlease, I love your voice.âÂ
Seonghwa knew that good and damn well. You could never get enough of his voice, you were always asking him to say the filthiest shit to you while he was ramming his cock deep inside you.Â
Especially tonight, something about his accent when he spoke English was special.Â
And like the good boyfriend he was, he provided.Â
Seonghwa leaned close to your ear and made his voice low, coming from deep in his chest: âMy desperate little whore really wants to hear my voice?â Chills ran over your skin just from that, and you were about to answer when he continued.Â
âDid all that fucking talking on stage get to you that much? Oh, I got myself a slutty little bitch who turns into a puddle when she hears me talk. Lucky me.âÂ
Seonghwa couldnât help but smirk when he saw your brain turn to mush from his words. He was about to mock you and comment on it when your started babbling back:Â
âI do! I do, baby, Iâm a slut for your voice! Everything you say, fuck-â And you were about to continue when Seonghwa leaned his forehead back on yours, staring back into your soul with a harder gaze than before. A cry left your lips as he began to ram his cock into you harder.Â
âYeah? Youâre a slut period,â he ground out, letting go over your head to reach down to rub your clit. The velvet makes you yelp and jerk, but he keeps his thumb rubbing in circles. âA little whore for me, yeah?âÂ
âYes,â you choked out, both your hands clinging onto his shoulders as you felt your orgasm creeping up on you. Seonghwa pressed his forehead into yours harder, pushing you further into the mattress, pinning you down.Â
âYou're a disgusting cheap whore,â he spat, rubbing your clit faster. âA dumb fucking whore that only thinks about my cock and nothing else. Only wanting to milk me dry, yeah?âÂ
Your vision was growing blurry from tears of overstimulation, but you found a way to nod and cry out âyesâ through it all. Seonghwa was panting heavily now, his words breathy and his hips starting to stutter. You were both growing closer, but you were closer.Â
Just a little more and youâd tip over that edge, that sweet relief that was right there. From all your squeaks and cries, and the way your cunt was gripping him like a goddamn iron vice, he knew it too. Just a few more words, just a few more seconds.Â
âYou just want me to stuff you full until you break,â Seonghwa breathed, âmaking you a goddamn mess for me to watch. A pretty little fucked out mess.â
As the words left his hips, you tip over and fell head first into your orgasm, clawing his back as it washed over you, screaming his name loud enough for people on the other floors to hear you.Â
Seonghwa choked as you somehow clenched down even tighter. That mixed with your desperate, animalistic clawing of his back and cries of his name as the tears finally spilled down your cheeks, he was done for.Â
âOh sweetheart, yes, oh yes! Thatâs my love, oh fuck!â He babbled out, his voice growing more and more choked until he finally came deep inside you, crying out your name as he buried his face in your neck.Â
You locked your arms around him and hugged him tightly, rubbing his back as he slowed down to an eventual stop.Â
And as your orgasm faded, so did the euphoria of the moment, and you crashed back down to normal.Â
Tears quickly filled your eyes and a sob left your lips, and before you could stop it, you were crying into Seonghwaâs shirt.Â
Your loving boyfriend quickly took you in his arms and held you tightly against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you clung onto him like a small kitten, crying for itâs mother.Â
âI got you, sweetie,â Seonghwa whispered, one of his hands slowly rubbing your back while the other held your head against him. âYou did so good for me. Youâre the best baby I could ever ask for.âÂ
The praise made you smile, and the tears began to slow. âThank you,â you whispered back.Â
âYou donât have to thank me.â He kissed your head again, this one longer than the last. A more loving kiss. You just smiled bigger as you nuzzled into his chest.Â
You both stayed silent then, basking in the afterglow, slowly letting your bodies recover and come back down to Earth. Seonghwaâs hand still rubbed your back, and you played with his long, wavy, gorgeous hair.Â
Outside your room window, the city was still buzzing with activity. Coachella, in the distance, was still going strong.Â
But for those few minutes, you two were the only people in the world. Just you two, in that little hotel room, in each other's arms.Â
For those brief moments, life was perfect.Â
Seonghwa eventually broke the silence as he pulled away from you. âI'm so happy you came to this with me.â He pulled you up and helped you out of bed, helping you stand on your still weak legs. âIt wouldn't have been the same without you.âÂ
You smiled up at him, and you saw a flush in Seonghwaâs cheeks. He couldnât help it when you were looking at him like that.Â
Like you held the whole universe in your eyes. Like he hung all the stars and moons in the sky himself.Â
He was truly, irreversibly, madly in love with you.Â
You both helped each other clean up and get changed before you turned out the lights and crawled back into bed.Â
You couldnât think of anywhere else youâd rather be. In your Seonghwaâs arms, your wonderful boyfriendâs arms. The boyfriend who loved you more than anything else in this life, the boyfriend who dreamed about you being his forever.Â
And you thought the same about him. As you rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes, you thanked whatever higher power there was out there, the universe, whatever brought you to Seonghwa, for this life.Â
âI love you, Seonghwa,â you whispered, hugging him tighter. Seonghwa smiled and kissed the top of your head again, squeezing you back just as tight.Â
âI love you too, sweetheart.â
And again, everything else faded out, and you two were the only ones in existence.Â
You were home. With him.
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Moon Gets Fashionable
In honour of the shitshow that was yesterday and me dedicating today to my crochet, cross stitch and baking, have a Moon blurb
Gonna preface this with i did animal management for years and am in my final few weeks of an equine degree, imma try to not anthropomorphize moon as much as possible
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Moon didn't love it when his parents came home. But only because he had no concept of love. He just knew that the guy that fed him and sometimes took up his space on the bed was back and the woman who mostly fed him and wouldn't leave him alone was excited about it.
"I'm so happy your back," his mom whispered to his dad as they all sat together, his mom leaning against his dad as Moon sat on her lap.
Logan kissed the top of her head and reached around her to scratch Moon. "You're happy to see me too, right, Moon?"
He chirped, but it wasn't in response to his fathers question. The scratches to the top of his head were just so good.
After Logan's first season in F1, Moon had learnt his patterns. He knew that the guy who sometimes fed him and slept on his side of the bed would only be home for a few days. And then the crazy lady would be back in full force, sitting him in front of the television to watch those funny shaped blobs go around and around in funky circles.
But then, while guy who sometimes feeds him was away, Moons mom took him to the craft store. He'd never been to a craft store before. His mom sat him in the baby seat of the shopping cart and pushed him through the isles.
The craft store was fascinating. His mom threw some funny sticks into the cart. She grabbed a ball of yarn, let Moon smell it and threw it into the cart. "You're gonna look so cute, Moony-Moon," she said as she pushed him towards the check out.
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"What is this?"
"It's your son."
Logan had left his girlfriend and Moon alone for nearly a week. He shouldn't have expected anything different than what he came home to.
Moon was in his mothers arms like a baby. On his body was a green sweater. "Did... did you make this for him?" Logan asked as he reached out to touch the sweater.
She grinned proudly and put Moon on the floor. "What do you think?" She asked as she stepped up to him. "And do you want one?"
Logan wrapped his arms around her. "Make us all one and we can make it our Christmas card photo."
She kissed him. "Love it," she said and ran off to find her knitting needles and yarn. "Move over Lewis Hamilton, Moon's gonna be the most fashionable thing in the paddock."
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play ball!
*warnings: basketballplayer!ellie, afab reader insert, oral (reader and Ellie receiving), fingering - very Toni inspired from The Wilds teehee, ouiâd (trigger warning - science)
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At first she was just your lab partner. Youâd been sat next to each other by chance, in a class that had a very torn âfan baseâ so to speak. Luckily, when Ellie grumbled, âFuckinâ hate chem. Physics is the cooler science. Only reason why we got on the moon,â you knew this semester was going to be mildly more tolerable.
But some days you couldnât tell if she was trying to tip-toe over the line between peers, friends, and a more intense third option. Some days it was strict - work on the lab, punch in the numbers, hand in the work to the professor. Other days, sheâd crack a dad joke or two and watch you laugh. Then once in a while, you got the occasional lingering touch or gaze. Like one time, she needed to grab a ruler from the front of the class, and as she stood from her stool and slipped behind you, her palms fell to your shoulders and squeezed.
You could try to argue she was trying to build a friendship, something innocent and platonic. HoweverâŠEllie was a walking stereotype: short nails, insanely hot tattoos, carabiner hooked around her belt loop, the occasional lip bite when you giggled at her, and not to mention she was on the basketball team. Truly, all she was missing was the Nike headband and the high bun (which you were admittedly relieved she didnât wear).
âHey, let me ask you something,â she sat the marble at the top of the ramp youâd been working on for the better part of a week.
âOkayâŠâ you mindlessly answered, readying the stopwatch on your phone.
She let the marble go and watched as it rolled down, not paying too much mind to Ellie studying you instead, âDo you want to come to my game this weekend?â
Color erupted in your cheeks. The marble rolled onto the floor and the stop watch ran beyond the time it needed to.
Ellie scoffed and left her seat to get the item rolling across the linoleum. Your eyes watched her every move as you formulated the right response. Hopefully the slight tremble in your hand wouldnât give away your excitement.
âYeah. When is it?â You swallowed, face ablaze.
Ellie threw the marble up in front of your face and caught it midair, clearly trying to pull a reaction from you, âSaturday at one. I want to see you in the stands.â
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And see you in those fucking stands she did. You sat directly in the middle, removed from the families there to support their daughters darting across the court. You remembered Ellie briefly mentioning her adoptive dad a few times, so you scanned the seats to see who could be blessed enough to call her their child.
When the whistle from the middle of the court rang your eyes searched around for a familiar head of auburn hair. She had it tied half up half down, arms on full display and a hilariously serious look on her face. You knew that the basketball team wasnât anything super special considering the football team got all the attention, and also the fact that you lost most of the games. According to Ellie, it was surprising you were even playing this far in the season. Regardless, the orange ball zipped around the court that was filled with shredded women squeaking their sneakers on the waxed floor. The sport was much more fast paced than you had anticipated. But the real excitement picked up when Ellieâs lengthy fingers finally got a chance at the ball. She was dribbling down the opposite end of the court, trying to get to a decent place where she could shoot or at least pass it to someone. Two players from the opposite team managed to get in front of her and block her. They had some inches on her, but surely that didnât intimidate her. She was quickly looking for a way out.
âShoot it Ellie! Câmom!â A man with salt and pepper hair shot from his seat. His voice boomed scarily - that must be her dad.
She flashed a look over her shoulder, smirked at him, then had just enough time to catch your spot in the stand. Thankfully she had kept her feet moving, swishing the ball through her legs and dodging possible steals. After briefly meeting your gaze, she got back to business, tricking the players out of her next move and running toward the net, completing a layup.
The man cheered for Ellie with his thick southern drawl, âThatâs it! Thatâs my girl!â You couldnât help but clap and cheer alongside everyone else.
As she sauntered back over to the other end of the court, she brought the end of her jersey to her brow to wipe away the sweat reflecting so deliciously from the lights - not before winking at you of course. You felt like a silly school girl when your knees pressed together. You couldnât think of a single other thing you wanted to be doing this fine Saturday afternoon. WellâŠone thing of course that involved some of Ellieâs obviously skilled fingers.
Another play began and more squeaking sneakers filled the court. It was getting pretty intense, a constant back and forth for what felt like ages - supposedly the defense on both teams was excellent. Finally it seemed like someone was starting to give, unfortunately it was your schools team, because one of the players from the opposite team was desperately trying to make a shot but Ellie was just a little too good at playing defense. You were amazed at how quick she was. Sadly that wasnât enough, because the player got by her to make the shot, but as they did you watched their elbow jab right into Ellieâs nose. In the same instant the ball went through the net, whistles were blown and people were running over to Ellie.
âThat was on purpose!â Ellieâs dad spat angrily.
Through the small crowd around her you saw all the blood on her hand and even more trailing from her nose. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands. As you watched her get ushered over to the rest of the team, you watched how Ellieâs stare fixated on the rotten player who had gotten her. When she saw her window, she took it, slipping out of the group and over to the player.
âMotherfucker!â A mixture of blood and spit splattered across the players face.
If people hadnât stepped in sooner, a full blown fight wouldâve broken out. Needless to say, Ellie was sat out for the rest of the game after seeing first aid.
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âLet me look at that-â you awkwardly watched Ellieâs dad hold her jaw and turn her face from side to side, âlook at that goddamn bruise, she needs to be kicked off the team.â He rambled on.
âDad, stop it-â Ellie smacked away his hand, her eyes darting to you from behind him.
He studied her for a moment, before deciding his anger was getting him no where. He knew his daughter probably wanted to sit down and get some water, probably get a shower, too. He sighed, âWell, Iâm glad you stuck up for yourself. Good work,â he brought her in for a hug and patted her on the back, âproud of you kiddo. Love you, see you soon.â
You tried your best to hold back an admirable giggle as he turned and passed by you, tilting his head and briefly greeting you with a, âHowdy.â
So you greeted Ellie with the same thing, smiling widely.
âTexas, my dad is from Texas - oh shut up.â Ellie shoved your shoulder playfully.
Now you got to see the bruising on her right eye, there was a bandage across the bridge of her pretty nose hiding the scratch. Thinking back on it, she was pretty hot to watch when she was angry. Now she had something to show for it, so every time you looked at her the scene would replay in your head.
You bit your lip shyly, âYouâre uh, youâre alright.â You wished you had researched the sport a little more so you had something to actually talk about.
âMm - really?â
âYeah.â
Ellie ran her tongue across her teeth, âWell, Iâm glad you think so. Maybe you can tell me just how alright I am tonight when I pick you up.â
How was she so clever? So quick?
Once again she had you fighting for words, âSure, uhmâŠwhat time?â
âYou have anything going on at eight?â You shook your head, âNow you do. Iâll see you then.â
Some of that southern charm mustâve rubbed off onto her over the years.
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âOh fuck! Ellie-â
Your fingers were deep in her hair not sure where else to grab in the backseat of her car. Between your moans, the faint music and the absolutely sinful squelching being born from Ellie being knuckle deep in you, it was hard to orient yourself at all. Her tongue sucked and danced on your clit like it was part of her daily routine - and thankfully she did because it had your limbs turning to jelly. Eventually your greed got the best of you because your hips began to grind back against her tongue.
âShiiiitâŠâ
You pushed her head closer to you, shamelessly using her mouth as a sex toy, because thatâs what it essentially was. And she didnât object either, moaning and panting into your cunt like she was the one with three fingers deep. Each roll of your hips pushed you closer to your climax, adding a whine or pout to your moans.
It seemed though, Ellie had different plans, because her free arm came down on your hips, holding you steady in place. As she pumped into you, her other fingers attacked your clit with a quick waving motion, sending stimulation to you at an almost ungodly pace.
Through your quickened breaths you swore, âFuckfuckfuckfuck-!â
âUh huh, câmom give it to me.â Ellie purred, watching your cunt closely.
Your brain had omitted anything that wasnât Ellie and your orgasm, leaving you to just moan out a warning that was your approaching orgasm. And she knew, especially when you started clamping down on her fingers, hips jolting, and the borderline scream coming from your lips.
âThatâs it, cum on my fingers.â
You began to notice the way Ellie was able to get you do just about anything. She wasnât big on asking, more on instructing. And you loved it. Especially when she hit you with:
âOkay, my turn.â
You werenât given much time to come back to earth after the orgasm that just hit you, but the sound of Ellieâs zipper sobered you up pretty quick. As she shimmied off her jeans, you eyed her hips poking out, and the little copper happy trail leading below her black boxers. Drool was pooling under your tongue. She reached for the hem of her boxers, but you pushed her hands aside, taking it upon yourself to rip them down her legs yourself. Your palms mustâve been cold from the way goosebumps littered her thighs as your palms ran down the inners of them; or she was just that excited. She sucked in air through her teeth at the sensation of your lips exploring her hips, licking along her happy trail, feeling the muscle tighten beneath it. Ellie was really beginning to feel the heat building in thr backseat now. There was the undeniable scent of her car fresher, weed, and pussy. Bath and Body Works should take notes.
Starting with your fingers, you dipped into the warm wetness of her cunt and spread her slick, licking off what was left. You didnât waste another second and let your tongue and lips latch onto her clit, making her moan lowly, leaving you to grumble one of your own. Testing the waters you paid attention to what made her moan and what didnât, continuing to tease the idea of slipping in a finger or two to see how she would react. Every time your finger circled near her entrance she pushed closer to you and eventually let her fingers snaked into your hair. With you sucking on her clit, she welcomed your middle finger, and you enjoyed how she felt around you.
âYes-!â She encouraged.
As you massaged her cunt, you marveled in the sounds that she made. You noticed she tried to put on a stoic front, but after you got in a second finger it seemed whatever face she was trying to put on dropped into something that was akin to a porn star. She seemed borderline primal and desperate, grinding down on your fingers and wanting you to get messy with your tongue.
âFaster babe..â
And when you obeyed, her head tilted back gloriously and she wasnât afraid to let loose. She pushed into you as much as you pumped into her with your burning wrist and jaw. As much as your muscles were begging for relief and a break, your mind was taking snapshots of her manhandling your head and groaning with half-lidded eyes. Not to mention the sultry-ness of her voice:
âJust like that.â
âRight there babe.â
âFuck - that feels good.â
If you could get those words on loop in your head forever you would. That - or the sensation of her beginning to tighten around your fingers and roll her hips harder onto your face.
She struggled to catch her breath and do you the decency of warning you: âCumming, Iâm cumming Iâm cumming-!â
Her thighs squeezed on each side of your head and she took fistfuls of your hair. Her eyes squeezed closed, jaw dropping and a deeply satisfied, âFuuuck,â rolling off her tongue. A new flavor of sweetness greeted your tastebuds and you caught yourself feverishly lapping at her like a fucking animal. And you wouldâve until the sun came up, but Ellie began to whimper softly and squirm away from your advances.
So you let up, gently removing yourself from her and happily licking your fingers clean. She had one hand cradling the back of her head with her eyes closed, desperate to catch her breath. Under her breath she swore and ran her hands down her face to let herself know she was still human. Once your eyes met, you grew shy again, immediately taken aback by how sexily intimidating Ellieâs stare could be - even when she looked fucked out.
She took you gently by the jaw and led you toward her face to envelope you in a sloppy, wet kiss. You knew her goal was to taste herself, and you hoped she did, especially when she hummed as your tongues swirled. It was enough to have you pushing her back against the seats againâŠbut you refrained. Pulling away from the kiss left you breathless.
Ellie looked into your eyes for a beat, âWanna smoke?â
âWith my lab partner? Sure.â
âOuch.â
You both threw back on your pants and made your way into the front seats to spark up once more. How were you supposed to face her in class now?
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It's a Lifestyle
AN | Hello, its me! Back from the dead for my favorite time of the year. It's just a sweet little scene with Eddie and his angel and their love of Halloween! đ„°
Warnings | Language
Word Count | 2.1k
Masterlist | Main, EddieÂ
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Eddie looked forward to coming home every day. So much. Like so much.Â
Because he always knew that you'd be there, excited to see him, even if it hadn't been that long since you'd last seen each other.
He parked his truck in the driveway of the small house that now belonged to the two of you.
A very own home for you both.
He noted your car in the driveway as well, but when he came inside the house, you weren't there to greet him. He took off his boots and set them by the door, reaching down to pet Pickles as she wound herself around his legs. The small black cat purred loudly before giving him one final rub and heading over to the window to sit on the ledge and stare outside. People and animal watching had become a favorite pastime of hers.
"Angel?â he called out, wondering where you had managed to disappear too. He poked around downstairs but found nothing but the delicious smell of fresh brownies. It was like you'd known that he had been craving them. You definitely made the best browniesâŠnot that he was biased or anything.
When you didn't answer him, he climbed up the stairs, assuming you were in the bedroom or office orâŠsomewhere. Hopefully.
As he got to the top of the stairs, the floor squeaked slightly. That alone was enough to alert you to his presence, âEddie?â
He followed the sound of your voice down the hall and around the corner, finding the stairs to the attic pulled down, âits just me. What're you doing up there?â
âHi my love,â your pretty face appeared and made him smile, âI'm just going through some boxes to find the Halloween Decorations! I know I have some from the years past-â
âIt's not even September yet,â Eddie raised an eyebrow, amusement written all over his face. He was trying not to laugh, but it was all in good fun.
âHalloween is a year round tradition, Edward!â You beckoned for him to come up the stairs, âits not my fault that my year round decor just happens to be Halloween appropriate. Halloween is a lifestyle.â
âI thought it was a holiday?â He started to make the short climb, quickly standing up next to you. He gently took your face in his hands, beaming at you.
âIt's a lifestyle,â you repeated, putting your hands on his forearms, smiling back at him, âhi.â
âHi,â he leaned and kissed you softly, pulling away much sooner than you would have liked, but you knew you'd get plenty more later, âHalloween being a lifestyle choice makes sense considering your skull collection.â
âIt is an impressive skull collection,â you mused before kissing him again. When he had first met you he was surprised to find that you collected all sorts of different replica skulls. You didn't give off the vibe immediately but he found that they did suit you, âwanna help me decorate, handsome?â
âFor you? Anything,â he agreed, heart swelling at the pure joy on your face, âyou want to decorate now? We'll decorate now.â
âAnd maybe go shopping for some new decorations?â
âSure baby,â he promised, âyou never decorated our old apartment much.â
âIt was small,â you shrugged softly, âand that only felt like a home because of you. But this is our home now, one we worked hard for. And there's no one else I'd rather be here with. Now we have the freedom and ability to make it our own, however we want.â
âYeah,â fondness colored his voice as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, âI love you, you know?â
âI love you,â you threw your arms around him and gave him a cuddly, tender embrace, ânow, my love, will you help me bring the boxes downstairs?â
âYeah, yeah,â he sighed dramatically before immediately getting ready to bring everything down the ladder. You could have asked him for the moon and stars and would have gotten them for you, âI hope you know I'm only being nice because you made brownies.â
âI knew I made them for a reason,â you grinned at him, âyou're not a hard sell, Eddie Munson.â
âYou're lucky I love you!â
âI love you lots and lots,â you promised, moving the first box towards him so he could bring it down, âand then some!â
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
âI'm not sure about this,â Eddie frowned at the coffee currently nestled in your hand, eyebrows almost disappearing into his dark curls, âwhy do you want a drink that tastes like pumpkin?â
He was, meanwhile and as usual, holding a cup of hot, black coffee. You grinned and shrugged your shoulders before talking a long sip, âbecause it's delicious and the right amount of sweet and spicy. Besides, it doesn't taste like pumpkin, it's the spices. Try it.â
âWhat if I die?â He scoffed dramatically before taking the cup of your hand taking a tentative sip. You watched his face go through several emotions before he finally swallowed.
âIt's good, huh?â You knew him well enough by now to know when he liked something. He mumbled something under his breath before handing the coffee back to you, âand you didn't die.â
âIt'sâŠacceptable,â he tried to play it off but you could see him struggle to hold his laugh back. He quickly grabbed it again and took another sip, âI wouldn't try it again.â
âWhatever,â you kissed his cheek before taking your coffee back and looping your arm through his, walking him in the direction of the home goods store you'd dragged him to. Not that he was really complaining - he loved Halloween too after all, âyou don't have to admit I'm right.â
âYou wish,â he rolled his eyes dramatically, eyes widening when he noticed all the Halloween items in the shopâs window display, âwow. That's so much HalloweenâŠand it's still so early in the season.â
âThat's how it is nowadays,â you shrugged, âbut it's to my advantage!â
âWhat exactly is that you're looking for?â
You moved to step in front of him, looking ridiculously cute in your sweater and scarf and boots, all bundled up to stay warm, âwe are looking for whatever speaks to us. You gotta feel it in your gut.â
He couldn't help but laugh as you reached for his hand and laced your fingers through his, âwhatever you say, angel.â
âWe don't have to do this,â you whispered softly, âif you don't want to, I don't want to make you do this, or to make you feel obligated-â
âI want to do this,â he promised, âI love spending time with you, whatever we do.â
âMe too,â you relaxed, smiling shyly at your boyfriend. You reached over and tucked a rogue curl that had escaped from his bun behind his ear, âc'mon on then! Oh - you get to pick what we do next. Wanna go to Guitar Center maybe?â
His eyes lit up as he nodded. He knew that you weren't a music nerd like him, but you always listened intently when he spoke about it, often getting very passionate. You always supported him and his music and he couldn't ask for more.
 âHell yeah.â
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
That afternoon you spent several hours walking around and looking for the perfect Halloween and fall decor for the house. It was, admittedly, a lot more fun than Eddie could have imagined.
Plus, the two of you had gone to Guitar Center afterwards. Which hadn't hurt. You always felt like you were lost when Eddie got really into talking about music, but you loved how passionate he was about musicâŠeverything really.
The only thing that was left to do was to get pumpkins for the front porch and maybe some pie. But that you wanted to do closer to actual Halloween so the pumpkins wouldn't rot. Although Eddie had insisted that would look metal as fuck.Â
The two of you had decided to make it a date day and by the time the two of you were heading home it was later into the evening. Eddie was driving your car, one hand on the wheel and the other one was holding yours.
Music was playing quietly as the two of you talked about anything and everything that crossed your mind. After a while, a content silence fell over the two of you as you stared out the window at the passing scenery.
âWhat're you thinking about, angel?â He quickly turned his head to look at you, his face illuminated by the passing street lights.
âNothing,â you felt your cheeks warm up, and keep your eyes turned from his. he squeezed your hand and you knew better than to think he would leave it alone. That wasn't his style at all. You turned your head to face him, squinting your eyes before sighing, âAlright, its something. But it's silly and you're going to laugh.â
âI wouldn't laugh,â he insisted as you raised an eyebrow at him, âfine, I won't laugh unless it's very laugh worthy.â
âYou're such an ass,â but you were laughing now, the sound full of adoration and affection, âI was just thinking about how much I love this.â
âThis?â
âUs,â you watched a smile tug up the corners of his mouth, âI love being with you. I love you.â
âI love you too,â he turned the street to your house, effortlessly pulling into the driveway and parking the car. You unbuckled your seat belt and turned to him, looking at him sweetly, âwhat? You're looking at me all funny.â
âI'm not looking at you funny,â you leaned over the center console and traced your fingers gently along his jaw, âI just really love you.â
âAndâŠ? I know there's something else you're not saying,â he took your chin in his hand and tilted your face up towards him, âout with it angel.â
âIt's just that,â you bit your lip, sucking in a slow breath, âI can't wait to marry you one day. I mean. I know this is all real, that what we have is real. But I also can't wait to call you my husband one day. It's like an added little bonus.â
âOh,â his pale cheeks turned bright pink as he tried to control his excitement. At first you were worried that he wasn't going to share the same sentiment but any worry that popped up quickly disappeared, âI can't wait for that either. I can't wait to call you my wife one day.â
âAnd you'll be my husband,â you whispered as he nodded eagerly, âyou want to marry me too?â
âOf course I do,â he admitted shyly, âand I'm going to propose. You'll just have to wait and see when that is. It'll happen but you'll never know when.â
âUntil it happensâŠâ
âUntil it happens,â he agreed. Eddie held out his hands and motioned for you to shuffle over the center console, âc'mere.â
âWe're in the car!â
âDon't care,â he insisted, helping you over and onto his lap, âjust wanna be close to you.â
âEven better,â you whispered as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to your lips so you could kiss him. He sighed softly against your lips, his warm and sweet smell overwhelming you in the best ways possible, âI love you so much, Eddie. Thank you for always dealing with me and my shenanigans.â
âI've never dealing with you,â he nudged his nose against yours, âI love every bit of you. Plus I also enjoy all of your so called shenanigans. We just haveâŠadventures. Silly ones, but good ones. and I happen to love Halloween as much as you. It's a win-win for me.â
âFor both of us,â you pressed your forehead against his, âdo you wanna go inside and put up some of the stuff we got?â
âYes,â he agreed eagerly, âbut I want to enjoy some more of you first.â
âWhatâŠoh,â you grinned, âI would very much like that.â
âLet's go then,â he opened the door and gently helped you out of the car, âno time to waste, m'lady.â
âYou're such a dork!â
âSo are you,â he countered, âbut I love you regardless.â
âAnd I love you, Eddie."
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qimir x jedi! reader (a sort of part 2 to this blurb)
guilt and unanswered questions have haunted the reader for years now. but at its breaking point of their composure, realizing that qimir is a sith and his reason for leaving the order- were the final straw for the breakdown.
or in other words, angst!
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the confrontation in the apothecary was cut short.
you had to get back to the others to prevent suspicion. qimirâs touch on your skin still lingers and you could feel the subtle clench of your heart that you had to leave him. before you could leave, he had made a promise for your unanswered questions that were swimming in your head that time.
his grip on your wrist is tight before you could part away from him. thereâs a shine in emotionless eyes as you looked at him, waiting for one answer.
âmeet me in khofar.â he merely said as he lets go of you. you put your hood up again as you break away from his gaze. he watches you leave the apothecary, jaw clenched and tensed. as if you were a long lost painful memory he had forgotten yet now it confronts him.
and now you stand here in khofar, away from the others. in the middle of the forest, trees surround you and the moon is your only light in the night. you close your eyes, feeling through the force as you sensed him he was nearby. you let your body move to where it takes you- to him. each scrunch of the leaves in your steps is an anticipation, each dodge of your body and turn is a promise of your awaited answers. your steps are faster now but your eyes are still shut tight, the darkness is your only vision but the force is your sight.
and you finally halt.
you blink open only to be confronted with a masked stranger in black robes, standing a few steps before you.
you remain calm but confused⊠confused entirely. he doesnât say anything and you wondered if the saber in his hand would be your demise. the force is strong with him, you can feel it, itâs why you were pulled into it. the man in front of you is the epitome of the darkness of the force.
âqimir.â you call out. you hoped, hoped that this wasnât him. but you knew better.
he removed his helmet at last, his black hair is in disarray as he gazes upon you. he waits for a moment, wanting to see if youâd place your hand on your lightsaber but reading your body language, he sees you leave yourself vulnerable in front of him despite your face is as calm as the night.
âitâs confusing you, isnât it? me.â he begins. âi didnât expect to meet you again.â he smiles, yet it was a smile that left a sad note to it. âi was hoping you and i would meet again in a less⊠tense situation.â
âyouâre maeâs master.â the words leaving your lips donât register in your head, realizing heâs a sith.
âi am.â he nods. an emotion crosses your face and qimir tilts his head at that, curious to see what youâll say or do.
âwhy did you leave me?â
the question leaves him hanging for a moment. he doesnât expect that. his chest rose as he exhales slowly, the pain and anger of memories coming back to him is creeping up on him again.
âyou wouldnât understand. i had to.â his voice is full of emotion while you take his explanation in. the long awaited answer that was haunting your mind for years. why? why did he leave you? with no answer, no letter, and a broken promise that youâll always be together- it was starting to break you, the guilt for not finding him the day he had left. but he broke your heart that day.
âshe threw me away. i thought my master cared. i thought she understood me but she casted me aside, saying that i failed as her pupil, as her padawan. and i had to leave for that. nobody understood me. the jedi failed me. and my master hadâŠâ he doesnât want to tell you what had happened to earn the scar on his back. the trauma haunts him, his jaw is tense and his fists clenched in anger.
âbut i didâŠâ your voice cracks, your calm demeanor had faded. your eyes shine and qimirâs eyes widen slightly. âi did. i understood you, i cared for you! but you didnât let me show that to you.â the pain overwhelms you, this was bad, you were not letting yourself be in control of your emotions. but how could you? when the man you loved stands in front of you, swayed with the darkness. the qimir you knew back then had changed entirely.
âyou did?â thereâs a vulnerable tone in his voice. he had hoped that you wouldâve. you were on his mind for years when he left. wondering if you still think of him. you immediately nod, your lips tremble slightly. he softens at that.
âi knew your master and the council were holding you back. but despite their opinions on you, i never once cared for what they say about you. you were gifted and strong in the force. and iâm sorry i couldnât let you see it more when you felt like they failed you.â tears dampen your cheeks. âbut i was confused, qimir. you didnât tell me anything. you didnât tell me a single thing, if i had known, i wouldâve stayed with you. i would have followed you!â
his chest feels heavy at your words. you, a jedi master now, breaking all jedi codes in front of him. he feels your pain- the pain he caused. you let your emotions wash over you rather than you control it. qimir doesnât know what to say but he steps forward. you remain in place as he looks into your eyes, he sees it, the genuine shine. the pain he feels is in sync with yours as he takes your hand to his.
your fingers intertwine with his rough ones and the pain subsides from both hearts. there isnât any word said further between the two of you but only a comforting silence and the warmth of each other. like the years of pain had come to a close closureâŠthat they realized they needed the two of them finally.
and only that did their pain had started to heal.
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Hey I was reading your X-men posts and I just had an idea and if it is possible for you can you write about reader was with Bucky or Steve or both (your choice) but they break her heart and she finds love again with Charles Xavier (James McAvoy) or Eric Lehnsherr (Michael Fassbender) or both (again your choice) and protect her from Steve/Bucky đ
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hi honey! thank you for requesting this, I hope you like what I've written!
summary - love can be deceiving especially with the wrong person, but it's so much more when it's with the right person.
warning - cheating? angst, word whore is used, insecurities, small violence.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips (deactivated)
Bucky Barnes had been your light since the day The Avengers found you. He had been the one to comfort you when the nightmares would become too much, the one to love you like youâve never been loved before. So why did it feel like your heart was being ripped out of your chest as you heard him talking to his friends. Why did it feel like the opposite of love?
âIâm so sick of Y/n being attached to me all of the time! And does she really think I love her?! Has she seen herself lately? Sheâs no Nat or Sharon. Sheâs just her, plain.â Bucky groans, rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his beer. âOh, did I tell you that I hooked up with a smoking hot babe last night?â He smirks. âMan could she bend.â
You suck in a breath quietly, not wanting to be heard and also struggling to hold back your pain. You walk back to your room, quickly packing your things and disappearing into the night. You knew it was too good to be true, not once in your life had anything ever turned out good. You always seemed to end up with the short end of the stick. You had nowhere to go, a bag in your hand and the moon shining down on you. You felt stupid, you shouldâve stayed, found a place before you left.Â
You decided to walk a few blocks, taking a random train, wanting to distance yourself. You had turned your phone off and threw it away at the first sight of Bucky calling you. You couldnât turn back now, too busy with your head down, looking at the ground you manage to bump into someone. Your bag falling from your hands, hitting the floor with a thump. âIâIâm so sorry!â You go to kneel but stop when you notice your bag floating in the air.Â
âItâs not safe for a pretty girl to be out this late. You donât know who you might end up bumping into.â You blink, your eyes connecting with blue. The random man hums, âAh, Y/n L/n. What are you doing so far from home? Donât you know you have many people looking for you? Some good, some bad.âÂ
You shrug, âI donât careâŠâ You wipe your cheeks, ensuring there are no tear marks on them. âWho are you?âÂ
The unknown man stares, face like stone. Reminding you so much of the man you just left. âAnd here I thought I made a reputation for myself.â He studies you, âErik Lehnsherr, but I also go by Magneto.âÂ
You nod. âItâs nice to meet you. If you excuse me, I have somewhere to beâŠâ You lie, you recognise the name, you knew of the people he used to hang around before he fully embraced his dark side. You couldnât have him handing you back out of spite, you didnât want to go back. Not after what you heard.Â
Erikâs hand flies out, gripping your arm softly. âNo, you donât. But Iâm not a total monster, I wonât let a pretty girl like you stay out on the streets all night. God knows what will happen.â He begins to pull you along, ignoring your protests. âBe quiet, donât make me regret being kind.âÂ
Your mouth falls open as you stand in front of the X-Mansion, beginning to feel uncomfortable as you realise these people may judge you. You werenât a mutant, you were a freak, an unloved freak. âIâI canât stay here!â
âWhy not?â Erik looks down at you, âOh, are you one of those vampires that need inviting in?â
You look up at him with your head tilted, âHuh? What⊠No. I just, these people are⊠and Iâm me⊠PlainâŠâ You begin to play with your fingers.
âHmm, whoever said that should get their eyes checked. Now come. Iâm sure Charles is awaiting our arrival.â Instead of dragging you by the arm, he moves his hand and opens it, waiting for you to slip yours into his.Â
Months had passed since you had bumped into Erik, Charles had accepted you into their family, proving to you that you were one of them. Erik had come and gone many of times since he had taken you here, and each time you began to dread when he had to leave again. Your relationship with him was okay, it had begun quite stiff and slowly blossomed into a friendship, the only issue is you fell for him. But you knew you werenât good enough for a man like Erik, Bucky had proved that.Â
Today you were excited though, Erik was coming back, and you had decided to wear your favourite dress, remembering the first time you had worn it, and he couldnât stop staring at it. Deep down your insecurities were saying itâs because he hated the dress and was wondering how someone like you could ruin a pretty piece of clothing by wearing it, but another part of you had hoped it was the opposite, that he liked your dress.
You walk out of your room, smoothing out your dress as you begin to head to the door where you hear voices. A smile forms on your face, ready to see Erik again. You enter the room and your smile falls, he had finally found you. You didnât want to face him, he was the reason you didnât think you were good enough anymore.Â
âY/n, I donât want you to think I invited him, I tried to stop him, but I cannot do much unless I control someoneâs mind and you understand why I didnât, right?â Charles speaks into your mind, your eyes connect with his and you nod.
âThis is where youâve been this whole time?! Do you know how worried we were?! How could you be so stupid!!â Bucky growls, moving closer. Itâs as though you up and leaving him had struck a nerve, but you donât know why, he didnât love you like you did him.Â
You hated yourself in this moment, you wanted to stand up for yourself and show him that his words didnât hurt, but everything was coming back, and you couldnât move or speak. âIâIâŠâÂ
âTake one step closer to her and Iâll shove that arm of yours down your throat.â A voice speaks from behind you, Erik steps out from the shadows, moving closer to you. His hand rests on your lower back, calming you down when you didnât even know you needed to be calm.Â
Bucky spins his arm, glaring. âWho are you?â His eyes fall to where Erikâs hand rests before he looks at you. âIs this why you ran off? Because youâre a whore?â Bucky steps forward, ignoring Erikâs warning causing Bucky to let out a cry of pain as his arm begins to get crushed.
âI warned you to not step closer to her. Yet you ignored that and insulted her.â He moves in front of you, pulling you to stay behind him. âCharles may have not wanted to control your mind because heâs a good guy, but Iâm not.â With a flick of his hand, Bucky rises and gets thrown through the door. Erik stalks forward and glares at him. âIf you ever come near Y/n again, I will kill you.â He makes sure to watch Bucky leave before he turns and walks toward you before you can even open your mouth to thank him, he grips the sides of your face and pulls you in, bringing you into a passionate kiss.Â
Was this what love felt like?
thank you for reading!
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can i make a request for remus lupin where him and reader are dating but she doesnt know that hes a werewolf, and so she thinks hes cheating. she then asks the boys (sirius and james) and they dont tell her and so sheâs properly convinced hes cheating, then the day before the full moon she confronts him and it causes a huge argument and then the next day (fullmoon) she goes for a midnight stroll to clear her head and remus attacks her. can u make the whole thing really angsty but fluffy and happy ending at the end? if u need any more info or anything just dm me! thank you!!
Cheater
-Remus Lupin x Reader-
-Angst-
MASTERLIST
(Thank you for the request đ)
Over the 6 glorious months Iâve dated Remus Lupin weâve had so many amazing times. Flowers, dates, promises, sweet nothings, everything anyone could ever ask for⊠Except for that one giant gaping hole in my understanding of my boyfriend, his disappearances.
Every month for a few days he just up and disappears. There is no other way to describe it. He doesnât come to classes, he avoids me, and when I go to look for him his friends get all nervous and sweaty.
At first, I was just concerned, especially since he has issues with chronic pain and is always ill, that was until he began dodging all of my questions. He threw, âitâs nothing you have to worry about sweetheartâs and, âI promise everythingâs alright, no worriesâ at me anytime I asked and quickly changed the subject.
Later, I started talking to my friends about it and I had to face the horrible truth that Remus must be cheating on me. It all added up the distance, the avoidance, and the obvious guilt that he held over the matter. But, before you can destroy and wasp nest you have to make sure the wasps are dead and gone.
ââ-
I sat in the Gryffindor common room awaiting the infamous Maraudersâ loud arrival. I fidgeted with a quill someone had left on the side table. God, was I nervous. I had to calculate the perfect time and day to ambush the boys. A day were Remus wasnât trailing close behind them.
My thinking was abruptly stopped as Sirius and James burst into the common room laughing about some prank they inevitably pulled on some poor first year. I uncrossed my legs slowly when I saw at least James had seen me and took a step toward them, trying my hardest to keep me composure.
âWhy hello there boys.â I greeted, my voice slightly wavering.
âHey beautiful,â Sirius replied as he swaggered over and plopped himself into one of the old crimson chairs. âWhatâs up?â
âYeah, whatâs wrong love?â James said, following Siriusâ lead and sitting on the loveseat. He propped his legs up on the coffee table and patted the seat next to him prompting me to sit down.
I hesitated for a moment before responding: âItâs about Remus. I have some⊠worries and I need for you to be totally honest. I know heâs your friend butâŠâ I trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say.
âWhat do you mean?â James asked, he moved his feet off the table and leaned in closer ready to listen. Sirius was almost scowling as he blinked at me.
âDonât tell him, but I think heâs-â I cleared my throat, âcheating on me.â
James sat there shell shocked as Sirius blurted out, âCheating on you?! Remus? Youâre having a laugh!â
James side-eyed him and grabbed one of my hands. He gently said, âY/n, there must be a perfectly reasonable explanation that isnât him cheating. Remus loves you so much, I donât think he could cheat if he tried.â
âPlease I can barely imagine him being able to get it up without you!â Sirius laughed.
âSirius!â James scolded. âNot the time!â
âIf heâs not cheating, then what is he doing?â I asked sternly, pulling my hands away from James. Siriusâ and Jamesâ faces dropped.
âWe- we canât tell you that,â Siriusâ regular playful facade had fully disappeared as he stuttered. âItâs not our place.â
âItâs not your place?â I exclaimed, standing up. Heat flushed throughout my body and my stomach turned. âWhy will no one tell me a single goddamn thing?â
âY/n, just go talk to Remus, if heâs ready heâll tell you.â James said, reaching a hand out to me. âJust calm down, itâs all okay I promise.â
âNo. Absolutely not. You donât think Iâve asked Remus a million times? Do you know how often Iâve had to hear âeverythingâs okayâ and âno need to worryâ with no fucking explanation? Iâm over it. The lying, the sneaking around. And having such a sweet guy lie to my face just to cover up his infidelity! Iâm done.â
âJust listen,â James began but I donât let him finish.
âAnd if you tell Remus about any of this I will kick your asses. If this is happening I want it to be on own terms.â As I finished my speech, I stormed out of the common room and tears began to fall when the adrenaline ran dry.
ââ-
James and Sirius sat in that horrible silence to shock. Finally, Sirius broke it with a sigh, âWhat the fuck are we gonna do?â
James sullenly replied, âWell, thereâs one thing we definitely canât do and thatâs tell Remus. Heâs struggling enough as it is this full moon and tomorrow itâs gonna be worse. I guess we just have to pray that Y/n waits until itâs over to say anything.â
ââ-
It took a full night of crying and a few shots of fire whiskey from Marlene for me to go back to the anger stage and set up a plan. I was going to get into the boysâ dorm (by bribing Lily to steal Jamesâ key) and confront Remus there. Setting up the plan was much easier than going through with it though.
I stood in front of dorm number 7 for a few five minutes passing the brass key between my hands, resting its weight in my palms. Today, was the day I was destroying the golden layer that had settled over our relationship and I was scared to death.
I slowly slotted the key in place and turned it gently. The click sound made my ears ring.
I opened the door to see Remus sleeping in his bed. He was horrifically pale and the bags under his eyes were more like extra large suitcases. âHis mystery illness must be acting up again.â I had thought. I almost felt bad for what I was about to do. Even in sleep he looked to be in pain. He looked almost like a corpse as I shook his shoulder attempting to wake him up. His head moved and his corpse like appearance was impossibly more evident.
âRemus?â I said, my voice echoed across the completely silent room. His eyes snapped open and he jumped like he had just been shot.
His voice was raspy and filled with sleep. âHello darling, what are you doing here? How did you get in?â
âThe door.â I said, ignoring his first question. It was hard to stay angry when I was looking right at him. Remus was horrifyingly beautiful from his honey brown hair, his matching doe eyes, his long eyelashes, his high cheekbones, the list goes on.
âWhoa, are you alright?â He asked, reaching his hand out toward me. I ignored his offer and straightened my posture.
âNo. I know that this probably isnât the right time, but I through with this little game of yours Remus.â
âWhat game? Sit down darling, you look like you might faint.â
âYou know perfectly well what I mean, Remus Lupin. Youâre a dirty cheater and a liar. Youâve been playing me for half a year and been sleeping with other people. Iâm done.â
âAre you suggesting that Iâm cheating on you?â He looked angry, probably not expecting to be caught.
âNot suggesting, telling. I know that youâre cheating on me.â
âThatâs absolutely ludicrous!â He exclaimed, sitting up in his bed with cough. âWhere would you even get an idea like that?â
âDonât think I havenât noticed your little disappearances. The sneaking around, the lies, everything. I had trusted you so much, obviously that was a mistake.â I took a step toward him. My anger grew as I watched his face grow impossibly paler.
âMy disappearances?â He whispered to himself. âListen this is a big misunderstanding. Iâm not cheating on you.â
âThen what do you do when you disappear at night? Why do you always dodge my questions? And why are you such a dick head about it?â
âIâm aâŠâ he stuttered and paused, looking as though he was going to vomit, âI canât- I canât tell you, okay?â
âWhy canât you just fucking admit it?â I yelled, tears beginning to fall against my will. âEven if there is something else going on, itâs not helping you to not tell me! You promised to always be honest with me, now is the time, Lupin!â
âWhy canât you just take my answer? I canât tell you or youâll hate me more than you already do!â His voice gained volume as mine did.
âThatâs looking pretty fucking impossible right now.â I screamed at him.
âSo, thatâs it? You make your bold assumptions and then just walk away?â
âIâm not the one walking away, you walked away a while ago. Who is it? Who has captivated you enough to do this to me?â
âNo one! I havenât cheated on you, no one could ever replace you! I love you!â He yelled as I began to walk to the door opening it slightly.
âI donât believe that for one second because if you loved me, you would tell me the truth!â At this I slipped through the door, slamming it shut behind me.
ââ-
After the argument, time stopped to a screeching halt. By the time, I had felt even slightly decent enough to move out of my bed it had already been a full day. To clear my head, I decided to go on a midnight stroll.
The crisp autumn breeze stretched over me like a hug. It felt so nice to fill my lungs with its slight cold air. The crickets chirped playing a little song for the blanket of stars that stretched over the sky. You could always see so many stars at Hogwarts. They seemed brighter here than back at home. Remus had never liked the night sky, I never quite understood why.
I walked along the edge of the Forbidden Forest, not listening for any dangers I could come across. I could hear a wolfâs howl in the not so far distance but I paid it no mind. Either way, I had thought a wolf was the least of my troubles in the forest anyways.
I continued walking, not worried about anything until I heard a loud growl behind me. I whipped around to see a large shaggy brown wolf looking at me as if I was itâs next meal. I gulped down a scream and started to slowly back away. Screw me for never listening to my brother ramble about what he learned in Boy Scouts.
âNice puppy.â I whispered, barely finding humor in what I said.
The wolf pounced at me knocking me onto the cold dirt. It scratched and bit at me as I tried to cover myself. âThis is not how I dieâ I repeated to myself over and over again. I could feel the warm blood dripping down my arm but I felt no pain. I saw nothing, I felt nothing, and all I heard was growls and scrambling before everything went black.
ââ-
âIs she gonna be okay, Madam Pomfrey?â A deep voice asked.
âYes, I do believe so. Sheâll be scarred, mentally and emotionally, but sheâll fine.â Responded Madam Pomfrey.
I groaned. My whole body felt like it was put through a meat grinder. I opened my eyes, almost surprised that I could see. âWhat happened?â I rasped, attempting to move.
âMy god girl! Donât try to move, youâll just hurt yourself further.â Madam Pomfrey rushed over and put her hand on my forehead before rushing into her storeroom. âJust stay and heal.â
James stepped into my vision and stood next to the bed. He grabbed my hand and held it gently. âHey love.â
I groaned, uncomfortable in my current predicament. âHi James. Why are you here?â
âWhy am I here? Are you serious Y/n? You almost died!â He exclaimed.
My eyes widened, âI did?â
âYou donât remember?â
âNot really. What happened?â
âThis is gonna be a lot to swallow, but itâs necessary, for you to understand what happened.â James said.
He began going into a very long explanation about how Remus is a werewolf and theyâre illegal animagus and Remus is the one who attacked me because werewolves will attack anyone they come across. Once he had finished I just sat there, totally and completely dumbfounded.
âIs this a prank?â I finally ask.
Madam Promfrey walks back in handing me a cup of some sort of green liquid. She responded for James. âIâm afraid not.â
âOh my god.â I whispered. âIâm a horrible person.â
âNo, youâre not Y/n. How were you to know?â James said.
âI yelled at him and accused him of awful things while he was going through⊠that.â
âYou didnât know, itâs not your fault.â
âOh my god and Remus will kill himself over this. Heâll think this is all his fault. Where is he?â I panicked, desperately wanting to get out of bed and run to him.
âHeâs asleep in our dorm recovering, Sirius is taking care of him, but he doesnât know yet.â
âWe canât tell him. Heâll beat himself to a pulp over it. He was scared enough of telling me imagineâŠâ I trailed off.
âThereâs no way not to tell him, look at yourself. Youâll have scars for the rest of your life.â
I looked over myself and the magically healed cuts and scratches. Some were large enough to cause massive patches of scar tissue. One bigger than my hand on my thigh. They reminded me of Remus, not because he was the one who caused them but because they look identical to the ones that cover his entire body. âCan I be the one to tell him?â I asked.
âAbsolutely, thatâs kind of what Sirius and I were hoping for.â
âNot until youâre mostly healed.â Madam Pomfrey added from her desk. âGo back to sleep and when you wake up in the morning, Iâll let you go.â
James squeezed my hand before letting go. âYou heard the woman. Iâll see you in the morning.â
âSee ya, James.â I mumbled as he left.
ââ-
âAnd one more step.â James said, arm wrapped firmly around my bandaged abdomen.
âYou donât have to hold me, James.â I said while limping slightly up the stair.
âYeah, sure. You were out for two days and had major blood loss, but that was nothing!â He said sarcastically, bringing me to the door. The very one I had slammed, while accusing Remus of not loving me.
He opened it slowly to reveal Remus siting in a chair by the large window reading âPride and Prejudiceâ. Remus looked so much more alive now than before. The paleness had subsided and his dark circles had almost completely disappeared. He looked up at us and his eyes widened.
âY/n? What happened? Are you okay?â He exclaimed, practically jumping up from his chair and rushing to me. âSit down.â
He and James guided me to sit on Siriusâ bed.
âWhereâd Sirius run off to?â James asked.
âHe wanted to get breakfast, but that doesnât matter.â He rushed his sentence. Sitting on the bed opposite me and looking over me. âWhat happened?â
âI know Remus.â
âYou know what?â He asked. James slid out the door quickly, barely being noticed by Remus or I.
I felt a strong rush of confidence. âThat youâre a werewolf.â
He paled and blinked at me. âWhere is this going?â
âI went on a midnight walk during the full moon. It was an accident, what happened.â
âI did this to you?â He stuttered. I reached over and placed a hand on his knee.
âYou donât have control over what happens during the full moon.â
âI hurt you.â It was a statement that seemed to rattle his very soul.
âIâm okay, Remus.â
âNo, itâs not. I ruined our relationship purely because I was afraid of this and now look. You hate me and Iâve scarred you for life.â
âI could never ever hate you, Remus-â he cut me off.
âThen, why did you say that when you left? âIf you loved me, youâd tell me the truthââ Pain shot through me as he recounted my harsh words.
âYou couldâve told me. I love you all the same. Werewolf or not.â I stated.
âReally?â He asked, dragging his gaze from the floor up to me. He looked like a scared puppy.
âAlways.â I said, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss.
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Parker's Secret Santa Giftsđfor @alkivm
ONE NORMAL NIGHT
In the heart of winter and in the dead of night, you and Wednesday share the woods.
fandom: Wednesday (2022) pairing: Wedesnday Addams Ă Fem!Vampire!Reader a/n: this is my 1st Ă reader ever so i'm feeling very insecure about it.. however, i wanted to do something up your alley, Alk. i also wanted to write from Wednesday because i knew writing something of Sam would be too predictable of me haha. anyways, i hope you enjoy!!
You slid into the partially dark dorm room that held your girlfriendâs strong scent. For someone as dark and mysterious as Wednesday, you never expected her to have a smell that was actually calming. However, this made it easier for you to find her. Being a vampire allowed you the same nose the werewolves had. Maybe even better, in your opinionâŠ
Speaking of werewolves, Enidâs side of the room was the dark side, for once. She mustâve been out with her girl pack. This led you to immediately find Wednesday seated at her desk with a lit lamp as the clicking of the typewriter keys echoed off the walls. Her writing time, you presumed with a small smirk and shake of your head. It was part of her nightly routine.Â
But you were looking for a night where they could just be with each other. It had snowed all day, but with the dark that you both adored, came clear skies and moonlight that made the snow sparkle. Wednesday, of course, didnât care for sparkly things, but you hadnât seen anything more vintage in decades. And you wanted to share that with her.
You wanted one normal night.
She never stopped typing, her black eyes undivided, but there was something about the way her shoulders braced that told you that she knew you were there. So, you approached her, but before you could speak, she did.
âWhat is it, Y/N?â she asked flatly. âYou know this is myââ
âYes, yes, I know. This is your writing time,â you cut her off as you stopped behind her chair and leaned against it. âI was thinking⊠maybe we could take a walk through the woods? Weâve been shut indoors all day because of the snowfall, and the moon is rather beautiful tonight.â You heard her give a short huff, which encouraged you to follow up with, âAlmost as beautiful as youâŠâ
Wednesday scoffed as she felt you lean down and kiss her cheek. You had just been outside, on your way over, so your lips were cold against her warm skin. It made her pull away slightly, âOh, please, your pick-up lines are aging on me.â But even she had her own jokes to turn around on you, and she glanced up to tease, âAlmost as much as you.â
To be fair, you did not see that coming as you looked away in mock offense. âYou've been waiting to spring that one on me, havenât you?â
She shrugged and went back to her writing, âNot really. You just fell into the trap.â
âSly psychic,â you rolled your eyes.
âDumb vampire.â
God, the way she just threw back words in any situation that made her charisma grow had your vampire instincts tingling. It made you frisky and longing for a hunt. However, if Wednesday followed your lead, you could take the thirst just to have one night with her. âPlease?â you hated to beg, yet here you were doing it for her. âCanât you spare one day of cutting your writing time short?â
Your borderline-desperate tone made her give a small smirk, and that gave you a little bit of hope. You had other plans for that night anyway, so you would make sure sheâd show her side of the duality you had gotten the pleasure to know.
âLet me finish this paragraph,â she eventually gave in.Â
You let her do so without trouble, pacing around the room like a caged tiger while you waited. And then she stood up from her chair and turned around to catch you looking at her.
âYouâve got the patience of a saint.â The sarcasm was thick in her flat tone.
You just shrugged and nodded to the tunic-length jacket that was lying on her bed, âThat should be warm enough for you.â
The raven gave you an uncertain look as she went to retrieve it and slip it on. âSometimes, I think you forget that Iâm not a vampire,â she commented, clearly not convinced one jacket would keep her warm in the snowy wilderness.
âNever,â you assured her. When she turned around and approached you with her dark eyes trying to figure out the million thoughts behind your glowing ones, you gave her a wink. âDonât worry, love. Iâll keep you warm.âÂ
She didnât look convinced. âIâm thrilled.â Then again, she never did.
You never took that personally from her. After all, she was the one to insinuate a relationship that was more than friends. She had even stolen the first kiss between you two. As uninterested as she tried to seem, you knew she was curious about what you had in mind. Otherwise, she wouldnât have followed you out.
The bitter cold of the winter night suited you just fine as you stepped out of the heated indoors and shook your head out to relish the chilly freedom. You sighed in delight, before looking over your shoulder to see Wednesday pacing up next to you.Â
She blinked unsteadily, the breeze stinging her eyes and cheeks as her bangs were swept aside. She crossed her arms and hugged them against her chest. âIt had to be tonight?â
You rolled your eyes, âOh, come on, Wednesday, itâs not that bad!â You gave her a playful nudge. âYou just need to get that warm blood pumping,â you then teased, your breed leaving you immune to the freeze.
She just growled in annoyance, which made you decide to take the first stepâwell, more like the second step now⊠âSo, try and keep up,â you told her, then raced away into the woods.
It must have caught her off-guard, because she immediately followed hot in pursuit. âY/N!â It was like she hadnât even thought about the fact that she was rushing into a game of Tag, like it was a mindless effort that sent her after you.
Her calls made you run faster, weaving through the trees like a trained dog in agility, and you let out a triumphant howl that sent the crows scattering into the night sky. In return, you actually got a few calls back from the werewolves scouting the forest as well. âHey, Wednesday!â you hollered over your shoulder, âyou think one of those is your roommate?!â
You could hear your girlfriendâs panting grow louder as she flanked you a few yards back. âNo!â she answered, âEnid wouldnât be caught dead in this kind of cold!â
âBut youâd like that, wouldnât you?!â Being an Addams gave you so much freedom to joke about death, considering you were already dead inside. It was meant to be.
âNot tonight, Y/N!â
You just laughed and raced on, filing deeper and farther into the world of forestry that almost shielded the moonlight. The wind seemed to be going 100 miles per hour against your skin, making a million scents bathe your tongue every time you breathed in.Â
And then the scent of fur and fresh-kill caught your senses. You were gaining too close to the werewolves, so you figured this was a good place to stop.
Wednesday, on the other hand, didnât have as keen a sense of smell, which kept her racing on. She couldnât see you anymore, but she had done that dance before. The amount of times sheâd run through this very forest was unimaginable, especially with a destination known or unknown in mind. She wasnât afraid of running through the dark; however, the crisp cold air was taking a toll on her lungs. She called out for you, slowing down to catch her breath. âY/N?!â
Compared to the way sheâd sounded a few minutes ago, back at the dorm, she wasnât so uptight about everything. And that was where you wanted her.
The raven slowed all the way, when she didnât receive a response from you. She glanced around as she trotted forward. âY/N?â Her panting was silenced among the breeze and so was your movement in the low branch of the nearest tree.
When she passed it, you grabbed her arm and pulled it towards the trunk. She yelped and spun around, yanking her arm away to look up and meet your golden eyes. âSorry,â you giggled, releasing her to comb your wind-tossed hair back with one hand.Â
Her voice went back to its natural, monotoned-self. âWhy are you in a tree?â
âWeâre too close to the werewolves,â you nearly whispered the explanation. Then, you held your hand out to her. âCome on, Iâll help you up.âÂ
The gold shimmer in your eyes struck the lightest reflection in hers as she took it and let you pull half of her weight up onto the same branch.
You knew she wasnât the most comfortable person with heights without being guarded by some sort of railing, so you made sure she was steady before you continued to lead the way up. Being a vampire, your agility and strength were reliable. You could weave quicker through the limbs. And once you reached almost Ÿ-ths of the way up, you crouched to check on your girlfriend.
Despite her size and normal human strength, she actually kept up well, only being a few branches below. However, being the lady vampire you were, you had lived for a few centuries. So, chivalry was definitely not dead in your era, just evolved out of the strictly-male ideals. âWednesday!â She paused her climbing to glance up at you, which made you hold your hand out to her again. âI got you.â The cold must have been biting at her because she grabbed your hand with no hesitation, and you lifted her up, wrapping one arm around her waist to safely bring her to your level.Â
She wouldnât admit it, but the raven was relieved that you had the decency to allow her to be closest to the tree trunk. She glanced down, almost nervously, but left it undetectable as she asked, âIs there any reason why you insist on being so high up?â
âNo one can see us from up here.âÂ
She shifted skeptically.Â
âI thought you liked being uncomfortable,â you smirked. You caught the way she curved her fingers into the bark, threatening to clutch it if the branch that held them teased a crack or two.
Wednesday gave a slightly flustered sigh. âThe last time I was in a tree, things didnât go so well.â When she looked your way again, the moon light dappling through the trees made her eyes show a shade of brown that wasnât common in her natural aesthetic.Â
It took some of the frost away from the cold that you didnât realize you could feel until that deep gaze met yours. Her frame looked even smaller as she backed up to secure herself against the trunk, which you knew she did to brace herself in case anything happened. You softened your voice as you moved closer to her. âI wonât let you fall,â the words came so naturally, it was almost considered pure.
She blinked at you. âDonât make promises you canât keep, Y/NâŠâÂ
You stopped a short distance from her, close enough to see what she hoped you wouldnât: her desire for comfort. You slid one hand around her waist and the other over her cheek to block the winter breeze. âHereâs my promise,â you whispered, then pulled her into a gentle kiss.
To your surprise, she fell into it instantly, almost as if she was thinking of the same thing. She must have felt secure in your arms, for she then put her arms around your torso. And through the kiss, you smiled.Â
She pulled away. âIs that all you got?â she tested you, looking away and over your shoulder to bait you into moving elsewhere than her lips.
You took in a deep breath, and her scent was so strong that you could almost taste her⊠You felt your golden gaze start to burn and your mouth start to salivate. There was a surge of power that entwined your bloodstream, and the thrill to drink made you stare at her open neck. Well⊠almost open. âAre you teasing me, Ms. Addams?â you asked her as you dipped your head towards the crook of her neck and nosed her braid over her shoulder, fully exposing her warm skin.Â
âBite me, Y/LN,â she almost purred into your ear. It was supposed to be a tease, but it came out more as a command.
But it was your pleasure, regardless. âNot until weâre in bed, my cold-hearted darling,â you replied, then pressed your lips to her neck. It was hard not to bite her right now. Just a little taste of that sweet drink that came out of the most savage student in Nevermore Academy would have sufficed. But you wouldnât. Not now. For now, you forced yourself to only kiss and suckle her skin in a slow trail down her neck, but you did manage to let your fangs nip her every now and then.
All the while, Wednesday laid her head on your shoulder, sighing through the treatment with small moans, while her black nails curled into your spine when your fangs would catch her soft skin.Â
It was the perfect mix of Heaven and Hell.
It was angelic and demonic.
It was sweet and stubborn.
It was you and WednesdayâŠ
On this one normal night.
merry christmas/happy holidays alk! i hope this made you smile and i'm wishing you a very pleasureable rest of the season. thank you for being such a supportive friend đâšđ
- parker (BWS)
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Sethos x Reader: Sun & Moon
Hehe, look at me actually finishing it lol. Been ages since I've written x Reader stuff but I hope yall like it. Sethos needs more love <3
Female reader but I hope yall can still enjoy it lol :>
Sethos was a people person. He could talk to everyone and make them forget that they hadn't just met him, seamlessly integrating into any group he wished.
He had a good facial memory, so he could strike up a familiar conversation with most of the citizens.
But there was someone in Sumeru City that he had never properly caught for a chat. A humble cleaner girl, who seemed to hate him for some reason.
Whenever he tried to start a casual conversation with her, she focused on anything but him, her body language telling him she did not want to talk. Her replies were curt and he had to try hard to keep the conversation from dying.
He was pushy, yeah, but he knew not to push his luck. She was practically holding a weapon she could smack him with, after all. An everymanâs polearm - a broom.
So, he stopped approaching her. They just coexisted, him passing by her sweeping the streets sometimes, offering a polite wave as he jogged past her.
Then, on one rainy day, Sethos was caught enjoying the shower between his errands. He stood in the middle of the empty street, eyes closed and face lifted skyward as if to hug the rainfall.
But the rain suddenly stopped.
He opened his eyes in surprise and briefly met hers, before she handed her umbrella to him and dashed off. He was left there, staring at her disappearing form and the splatters of water as she ran.
He was confused, but shrugged the absurd encounter off with an amused smile.
âHeh, guess she doesn't hate me, after all. Interesting.â
Sethos loved being in the city. It was full of fascinating people, especially within the Akademiya. He loved learning about them, their stories, ideas and passions.
And now the curt sweeper girl had caught his interest.
He still politely greeted her when he passed by, and her responses were curt as ever, usually simply nodding and letting him pass. But now he read her behavior as shy and awkward instead of hateful.
His polite smile became a bit more genuine when he understood.
He kept noticing her in other places after that, too. She was often found sitting in random spots, holding a notebook she was very focused on, not paying attention to anyone who wondered what her deal was.
Sethos was one of them. He curiously eyed her every time he saw her, but she never lifted her face from her notebook.
One day she was sitting on a box behind Lambadâs Tavern, hand going wild as she worked on the notebook in her lap. Sethos noticed her, and decided to approach her for once.
She jumped when his voice cut through her concentration, having broken into her bubble.
âSoo. Whatâcha working on there?â
She immediately shut the notebook and looked away, clutching it to her chest.
âHeh, you were really into it. Sorry for spooking you.â
She didn't reply, no idea what to say, so she literally waved it off. He got the message, leaning against the railing next to her.
âYou're a funny one, you know. I can never expect where you'll be sitting with that secret tome of yours. Iâve heard people call you a local cryptid because of it.â
That made her snort, and she immediately threw a hand up to cover her mouth.
His smile widened, proud of drawing a new reaction out of her.
âIt's true, though. I've seen you on several branches of the Divine Tree, on a roof or two, and I swear I caught you behind a bush once. What's up with that?â
She scratched her cheek shyly, not expecting anyone to pay attention to her.
â...Inspirationâ, she finally managed.
âInspiration, eh? What's so inspiring about sitting behind a bush?â
She chuckled lightly in response.
âI just like switching spots. Different angles.â
"Riight, right, that makes sense. What do you need that inspiration for, then? Writing, drawing, homework?â
She turned the cover of the notebook towards him. It had âsketchbookâ written on it in fancy letters.
âOhhh, an artist, I see. That's cool. You got the whole âvibeâ down too, now that I think about it.â
She drew the sketchbook back to herself again, shrugging with a small, amused hum.
âQuiet and mysterious. Who knows what's going on inside those coversâ, he explained with a playful grin.
She was still curt, but her small smile gave him confirmation that she definitely didn't hate him.
âIâll let you continue, then. Can't stop an artist when inspiration hits, after all.â
After seeing her nod and timidly wave at him, he stood back up with a satisfied smile. He waved in response and walked off, arms stretched behind his head as he went to continue on with his day.
From there on, he stopped to bother her for a moment or two whenever and wherever he caught her. She didn't seem willing to talk about art or her secret sketchbook, so he kept the conversation alive, talking about whatever. She was still curt and shy, but her snorts and amused huffs became a more common occurrence as days passed.
One day, after he was done telling one of his stories, she seemed particularly thoughtful.
âWhat's up? Remind you of something? Oh, oh, did I give you inspiration?â he grinned excitedly, pointing at her.
She took a moment to formulate her reply.
â..How do you always have something to talk about?â
He didn't expect that. She didn't seem annoyed, though..
âHeh, Iâve just seen and heard many interesting things. I like sharing mine, and learning more from the people I meet.â
âThat simple?â
He shrugged casually.
âIâm a people person. I like talking and listening.â
Her face formed a strained smile as she looked away.
âMy brain always goes blank when there's people around. It's like there's not a single thought in there.â
That seemed to confirm his assumption of her treatment of him before. She was just shy. Or socially anxious.
âAh. More of an introvert, then?â
â...No, I want to be around people. I just⊠short circuit. Not very interesting company.â
âI think you're plenty interestingâ, he stated matter-of-factly, âyou've got me curious.â
That surprised her, and she turned to look in the general direction of his face, but still not meeting his eyes.
âYouâre curious? About me?â
âSure am. There's the sitting in random spots thing, your mystery book, how you're so focused you don't react to people gawking and talking about you right next to youâŠâ
He counted with his fingers, amused but genuine.
âThere's obviously a lot going on in there. Iâm curious about what sorts of ideas you have. Art isn't exactly the biggest thing around the city, after all.â
She had to take a moment to take in his words.
âIt's nothing special, really. Just stories, imaginary situations and encounters.â
âA bit of fantasy added to the ordinary, eh? That's fun. Care to give me an example?â
A bit nosy, maybe, but he was interested.
She looked away for a moment, not sure if she should or whether she even could produce an example for him. He seemed genuinely curious though, so she tried, and inspiration hit when she gazed down at the docks.
âUm, like, a long-awaited reunion happening down there. A tearful embraceâŠâ
She suddenly felt very embarrassed.
â..That's dumb, isn't it? I can-â
âNo, no, no, don't worry. I can see it. A bit of a romantic, aren't you?â
She blushed a little, but shrugged with a noncommittal chuckle.
âComes with the whole art thing, I think.â
âHeh, makes sense. I like it.â
A moment of silence. It was comfortable to him, but she felt the need to fill it.
âU-um, thanks, for, you know, always talking to me.â
He wasn't expecting that, either, and hummed in question, grinning curiously.
â...I like talking to people. It's just..difficultâ, she continued, wanting her thanks to reach him properly.
âWell, Iâm always down for a chat. I'll keep stopping by to bother you, then?â
âYou aren't bothering me. But yeah. I'd like that. Maybe Iâll learn some tips and tricks from the master of social skillsâ, she joked with a soft smile.
âSounds like a plan.â
And so they continued their occasional chats. He often ended up stopping people to talk with them, anyway, but it was nice to have confirmation that he actually wasn't bothering her.
His company gradually helped her relax and learn to imitate some of his social techniques, like asking questions and using more open body language.
Eye contact was still an issue for her, though. And to Sethosâ surprise, it bugged him a little.
He was straightforward and social, so eye contact came naturally to him. Not everyone he talked with looked back into his, so he knew it wasn't easy for everyone. And, to be fair, his eyes were kind of intense, which was a blessing and a curse sometimes.
Yet, somehow, he couldn't shake the thought of wanting to meet her eyes. She was always looking somewhere else when they talked. Usually her sketchbook.
Still, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable, so he did his best so she could relax when they chatted. He wouldn't push her, make her feel like she had to do it.
He had only met her eyes once, by accident that time she handed him her umbrella. They were bright and curious, almost striking in the muddiness of the downpour.
He remembered them clearly.
So, instead, he focused on learning more about her and her ideas and visions, and loved telling her his stories since they seemed to inspire her to some extent.
He learned to pick up on the change in her expression when she moved from listening to him to formulating an idea.
It was cute.
He thought positively about people, appreciated their qualities, both inside and out, but it wasn't often that he considered a person cute.
That thought lingered in his mind, too.
Her reactions made her even more cute to him. She blushed at times, yes, but she was playful in return, smacking him with her pencil or broom or rolling her eyes with that amused smile of hers. And she gladly showed him her work now.
He didn't think it affected how he interacted with her, but he unconsciously became a bit more friendly, almost flirty at times. He often grinned when they talked, initiated playful physical contact - like poking or gently kicking her - and couldn't help but give her tons of honest compliments, especially on her art.
One time after their brief chat when she was working, he was left with a single thought in his mind:
âHeh, shucks. I like her.â
It wasn't a world changing revelation, just made him connect the dots and realize how much his way of interacting with her had changed.
âŠAnd he was pretty sure she liked him too.
He kept interacting with her like usual, honestly just enjoying what they had. A comfortable friendship with banter, intrigue and plenty of laughter.
But it would be a lie to say that he wasn't also gauging more on what she could be feeling.
He picked his best stories, told them with a bit more flair, and gave her more casual compliments.
And, well, if their knees happened to touch when they were talking, or his playful pokes lingered on her skin a moment too long to be read as platonic, he didn't make a big deal out of it.
One day Sethos caught her sketching on a sturdy branch of the Divine Tree, easily accessible but not immediately visible to the townsfolk.
He chuckled and approached her, nimbly making his way to her in the tree.
âYou're an enigma, you know that?â he grinned as he sat down next to her.
âItâs simple, really. The view is great from here. So many people to see, so much inspiration to gather.â
He looked down. The citizens were enjoying their evening activities; entering and exiting the tavern, boats docking, adventurers returning to get their rewards for their daily commissions.
It was interesting. He preferred to be mingling down there with them, but stepping back and watching the hustle and bustle from a different angle made him appreciate it in a new way.
He might not have lived in the city for long, but watching all those people do their thing made him realize how lucky he was to be around so many people nowadays. He grew up in the desert, with only the people of the temple as his company, after all.
He was gazing down with a gentle and slightly solemn expression, happy to be where he was now. He had friends, connections, and now⊠her, too.
He turned to look at her, about to share his appreciation for the view too, but to his surprise, he met her eyes. She had been watching him, curious about how quiet he went and what he was thinking of.
Her eyes held a hint of worry, but enough affection to make him stumble with his words. This time it was Sethos who broke eye contact, turning to look back down.
âY-yeah. I get it. All those people have their own lives and stories to tell.â
âExactly!â she chuckled and pointed the end of her pencil at him. âA gold mine of inspiration and ideas.â
They both loved getting ideas from people, huh? Their ways were different, sure, but maybe they were pretty similar, after all.
Stories, curiosity, ideas and inspiration. They worked well together.
That train of thought suddenly made him feel the need to communicate his feelings to her. Like his soul was calling out, wanting to connect with this girl whose company he had been enjoying more and more.
âYou know, you remind me of the Moon sometimesâ, he started, fittingly artistic for what he was about to do.
âSounds fun and poetic. Care to elaborate?â
âYou're always present, I just gotta know where to look. Mysterious, but mesmerizing.â
âHehe, thank you.â
She smiled, but didn't seem to catch the full meaning of his words, so he continued.
âWhat Iâm trying to say is, I like you. You draw my attention in a way no one else does.â
Well that definitely caught her attention.
Their eyes met again, and he nodded, not ashamed or embarrassed, but ever so slightly nervous.
âYou do?â
She cleared her throat to answer him.
â...I always thought you were like the Sun. You're warm, fun, and easily draw people to you.â
She wasn't as calm as he was, but hoped her indirect poetic message reached him too.
âDoes that mean what I think it does?â he couldn't help but ask, a hopeful grin on his face.
She moved her gaze down and nodded.
âI-I like you too. I feel like I can relax around you.â
Both sat in silence, soft and giddy grins on their faces, taking in the big words hanging in the air.
They turned to look back down at the citizens buzzing around the streets, the shy mood eventually becoming comfortable again, and moved on into imagining what kinds of adventures the people below them had experienced today.
Their fingers soon found each other and intertwined slightly as they sat together.
#sethos#sethos x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#SDB fics#it happened huh#i wrote genshin fanfiction#life has a funny way of making things happen#but anything for my boy <3 (thats practically what the file is called lol)#anyway hope yall like it!!#edited a bit so the spaces aren't as big lol#hopefully it looks better and still reads well
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Origins of the Bay Clans: Stone and the Lynx (Part 2)
The tracks led inland, further than the cats of Stoneâs little clan had yet dared to travel. She followed the river upstream, skirting the thrashing current as it threw itself against the banks. The forest grew denser, the hemlocks thicker, the sharp peaks of the mountains taller, casting the valley in deep shadow. All was silent but the river, and the sound of strange, buzzing bird calls that rang eerily through the trees. Though her heart trembled, Stone trekked on, her pawsteps guided by purpose and the tracks that still sat unmistakable in the mud.
Stone had never followed a river to its origin, had never even thought of it as a possibility. Waterârivers, oceans, rainsâlived outside the boundaries of a lifespan, within birth and death. Rivers werenât something that just began, or ended, they simply cycledâat least, thatâs what she had believed.Â
After hours spent unceasingly hiking through the valley, Stone emerged from the edge of the treeline. The pebbled ground spread flat in front of her, before abruptly spiking upward to form the range of mountains. Two peaks pierced the sky, and nestled between them was a landform unlike anything Stone had ever seen. The river rushed forward from the base of a giant white slope, a crystalline mass carved deep with blue crevices.Â
The wall shone like a piece of the moon itself, bleeding into the valley, its essence spilling into the forest before winding its way to the Bay. As Stone drew closer, she realized with a shock that the structure was made of ice, frozen solid despite the warmth of late spring.
She halted at the riverâs edge, looking upon the structure in wonder. Was the moon made of ice? Had a shard of it fallen from the heavens upon the mountains? What else could create a fortress so massive, so imposing yet nurturing, whose icy waters fed the land and the bay?
These questions swam through her mind, but she tossed them to the side with a flick of her ears. For now, the answers were unknowable, and she must remain focused on her task.
She shook out her pelt and continued her path: the ground now had turned to gravel, and she tracked by scent instead of footprints. The slope turned steep, then rocky, a gray mountain face broken only by patches of unmelted snow and determined shrubs. Below her, the mass of ice gleamed, stretching out beyond the peaks like a blinding white sea.Â
As she continued along the mountainside, she noticed an opening in the cliff face, a dark entrance where the ice field met the mountain. She quickened her pace until she reached the cave entrance, standing on the barrier of darkness. Here, the scent she was tracking hung in the air, strong as ever, leading her into the blackness. She slipped into the cave without a second thought
Inside was a large cave, and she quickly crossed the open stretch of ground to the back, where a darker shadow lay. A tunnel.
Curiosity drove her forward, driving away any fear she might have felt. Down into the tunnel she tread, deeper and deeper into the veins of the mountain. For ages she was guided by scent alone, and the narrow tunnel walls pressing on all sides. An eternity of darkness.Â
Finally, Stone saw light, a blue glow that softly spilled into the end of the tunnel. Her footsteps quickened, and the cat entered into a cavern. Her breath hitched as she stepped into the light, awed by the sight before her. A medium sized cave rose around her, walls of smooth, layered stone arcing above her. The stone was washed with blue, for one wall was made not of rock, but entirely of ice. It was a deep, rich blue, as sunlight filtered down into the fragment of icy moon.
Within the ice wallâs bubbles and cracks hung an even stranger sight. A giant skeleton, ancient and fragmented, was trapped frozen in the ice, the remains of a creature Stone had never seen before. Though itâs thick bones and long, curved fangs were utterly unfamiliar, something in Stone knew it had once called itself catkin. A forgotten ancestor.
In front of the ice, sitting still and gray as the rocks around it, was a towering feline silhouette, its tufted ears outlined by the cold light. Stoneâs fellow, wild catkin cousin. The Lynx.
The Lynx turned its gaze towards her slowly, expectantly, like it had known about her presence even before she did. Stone approached it, wary.Â
âI admire your tenacity, catâ Its voice was a gravelly purr. âI thought youâd stop at the treeline.â
Stone skirted the wall carefully, keeping several pawsteps of distance between her and the creature. âWhy did you assume that?â
The Lynx wrinkled its nose in a wry smirk. âWell, look at you. Youâre an imitation of a cat. This wilderness is unfit for your kind.â
Stone flattened her ears, attempting to keep her voice level. âWhat exactly do you mean?â
âYou call yourselves âcatsâ, yet your kind feeds by human hands. You have grown small and thin-furred, distant from your nobler origins. You can only survive in little packs, reliant on the work of others, unable to face nature with your own meritâA true âcatâ walks in solitude, you know nothing of the sort.â
Stone looked beyond the Lynx to the ice wall behind it, where the massive bones of their great ancestor lay suspended in time. âYou say my kind has fallen, but have yours not? Have you not also grown smaller than this god, your fangs short, your bones thin? It too lived in solitude, yet here it lies, dead, its life unremembered by its catkin. You mock my community, but we have lived this long despite this landsâ harshness, and will continue to do so.â
The Lynxâs smug expression faded, and its gaze grew intense as it stared at Stone. âEven gods die, housecat. The only thing life guarantees is an ending.â It curled its lip. âYour âcommunityâ is not exempt from this.â
Stone met its eyes, unwavering. âIf we are catkin, what bars me from the same powers you possess? Surely I can learn to survive by your means, surely I can find access to your blessings.â
The Lynx almost laughed, but the scoff caught in its throat. It narrowed its eyes, suddenly thoughtful, the smirk creeping back up its muzzle.
âMaybe I can offer you a taste of godhood, little cat. The lives of my predecessors run through me, from the tip of my tail through all ten of my claws.â The deity sat back on its haunches and held up its massive paws in demonstration. For a brief moment, its claws twinkled with a faint light, like stars plucked straight from the sky.
âOne of these is mine, of course. But I have nine to spare.â It tilted its head down at her, its fangs gleaming in the blue cavern light. âProvided I deem you worthy of them.â
Stone raised her head in challenge. âWhat would make me worthy?â
The Lynx paused to consider, eyeing her up and down.Â
âTo you alone I will grant these lives, thus you alone must face me.â The lynx narrowed its eyes. âProve to me your will and strength, and defeat me in battle. If I submit, I grant you these lives, and the chance to explore this bay with greater distance between death and yourself.â
âYour loss, of course, will cost you your life.â It dipped its head towards her. âIs it a deal?â
Stone paused, hesitant, her heart fluttering in her chest. How could she face this creature in her state, small in stature, weary from her climb, completely alone? Despite her apprehension, her curiosity was stronger. There was only one chance for an opportunity like this, and even if she declined, what would stop the Lynx from killing her anyway?.
She nodded once. âI accept your terms.â
The lynx nodded back. Its fangs flashed. It stretched its claws.Â
They leapt into battle.
Stone was swift, but the Lynx was strong and skilled. It battered her with massive paws, slamming her into the cold rocky floor. Stone dodged and weaved through its attacks, but the cavern was small, and every leap Stone made seemed to send her into another faceful of claws.
Her opponent threw a powerful swipe, tossing her against the ice wall with a thud. Back against the blue glow, Stone crouched low, struggling to catch her breath. Her strength was waning, and Stone knew with every moment her chances of victory grew slimmer. Her paws shook slightly. The Lynx had noticed her waver, and began to pad towards with calm, sure steps. It smiledâit was eager to finish her off. How could she win this?
She thought of the catsâthe clanâshe had left behind, who likely waited anxiously for their wayward leaderâs return. Would they falter without her guidance? Would the glimmer of hope she had lit in their hearts snuff out with fear? If only she could lead them to the majestic moon glacier, show them the ethereal ancient glow of the blue cave, renew their spirits with wonder at the wilderness they were trapped in. Stone suddenly stiffened, steeling herself as she lifted her gaze back toward her foe. Though she fought alone in the cavern, her mind conjured the presence of her clan behind her. She would not die here. She would die among the cats she had befriended, who had banded together in their time of need. The cats she needed, who needed her to return alive.
With a burst of vigor, Stone launched herself toward the lynxâs head, her weight and confidence catching it off guard. She clung to its face, slashing its ears, her momentum sending it crashing hard into the floor. It flailed its huge paws, but Stone stood steadfast upon its chest, pressing her own paws down forcefully against its throat. Her claws dug in, blood welled up around her toes. The lynx grew more panicked, struggling wildly, its breath stuttering in strangled gasps. Stone pressed harder.
âStâSto-â
Stone leaned close into its face. âDo you yield?â
The Lynx thrashed its head, attempting to nod frantically. âYg-Yes!â
Stone slowly lifted her paws, releasing pressure off the creatureâs throat. It gasped for air, then shoved her off its chest, throwing her to the floor. She scrambled to her paws, watching the Lynx heave. After it had caught its breath, the Lynx pressed its paw deep into the stone floor. It did so with strange power, impressing into the rock like it was mud, leaving the crisp outline of its giant pawprint. It beckoned her over. Its breath was hoarse. âCome.â
Stone approached the Lynx. She eyed it warily, nervous that it would decide to ignore the deal and kill her anyway. But it didnât move as she stood above it, her paws settling on the edge of its pawprint, which seemed to sparkle slightly in the dim, cold light.Â
The Lynx glared up at her, its cool demeanor vanished, its eyes blazing with controlled fury. âTouch your nose to the floor,â it growled. âYou will receive your reward.â
Carefully, Stone dipped her head down, until her nose brushed against the floorâs icy chill. For a brief moment, all was still.
Suddenly, she was blinded by overwhelming light. The force of the glare threw her head back, and her vision was assaulted by an oppressive blur of color and noise. Images flashed in her mind, landscapes, memories, creatures she has never seen before. Each streaked by, too fast for her to fully process the scenes. Waves of emotion crashed in her, sending her reeling, thrown into a raging sea of grief and joy and fear and wonder. She felt all of time as it had crept by, millions of years of the past and future stretched out infinitely, lived all at once in a single instant. She felt everything. She felt nothing. It was the most agonizing pain she had ever experienced, swept in a flood of sheer euphoria. She knew places and beasts and times she had no name for, all lived through and known by the catkin before her. It was the longest moment of her life, but as she crouched, trembling, blinking her eyes back to the sight of the blue cavern, she realized only seconds had passed.
The Lynx had stood, and had begun moving toward the caveâs exit. It turned to look down at her, and Stone returned its gaze, panting heavily, her fur on end and buzzing with strange energy.
It was silent for a moment. âYou now have eight more lives to live along with your own. More than any little cat has had before. Your blessing and your curse.â It lulled thoughtfully, its expression had settled back into its neutral stare.Â
Its voice was cold, though laced with an undertone of contemptâand perhaps, Stone thought, respect. âDo not treat this victory lightly, Stone. Every day you live here will be another test, another gamble with your life. Living here is a game with no winners, and you and your fellows can only stall the march of nature for so long.âÂ
The lynx turned, padding toward the exit. âThe gods here will meddle where they like, and though you have bested me, I can not guarantee my kin will be deterred from entertaining themselves with playthings like you.â
The god stopped in the entrance, then glanced back toward her, its face in shadow.
âGood luck, Stone. You will need it.â
It disappeared.
For a moment, Stone stood alone in the blue cavern.
She was not Stone anymore. Something had changed within her, the Lynxâs stars sat heavy in her chest, glittered on her whiskers. Just as an icy piece of the moon had fallen to the earth and become one with it, fragments of the stars had melded with her being. She was Stonestar, and her pelt glowed with the new (old?) lives that settled under her fur.Â
And she was alive. More than she had ever been before.Â
And it was time to return to her clan.
#oops wrong blocg#this one is more of a written story#im more of a visual storyteller than an author so hopefully it reads ok#oh also this is the version of the story thatâs been passed down through the clans#so itâs been embellished and should not necessarily be taken at face value#since stonestar was the only one there and this was many decades ago#lore#stone#stonestar#my art#the lynx#warrior cats#alaska clans
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