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darkdemeter · 2 months ago

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MY SUMMONING

⚤ College student!Wanda Maximoff x GN/Female/Male demon Werewolf!Reader 18+ SMUT, MDNI — (gn/f/m) reader with a dick — monster fucking — female oral receiving — long demon monster tongue can do many things — unprotected p in v sex — some profanity — *cough* laundry mutt!reader — I think that's it? ✎ 4.5k Reincarnated love can be a bitch when you're stuffed into an ancient pocket dimension for thousands of years because the peasants reviled and scorned you. How you've yearned to return to her, promising that one day you shall join her side again as her faithful, shadowed acolyte. Now awoken to reunite with your master on the night where her magic is most potent to release you from your prison, you're summoned by her... but not her. No matter. A lover is a lover, and your love is eternally devoted to her. Now to consummate it at long last.

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No. There was no way this is happening. No way! This was all meant to be some stupid little joke…

Alright, maybe dabbling in the assortments of witchcraft and old leather-bound tomes written in an ancient language wasn’t the best of pranks to pull, but it was Halloween and Wanda wanted to have her own fun tonight.

She doesn’t have to read the room hard to know she was practically fifth wheeling through her Halloween night. Steve and Peggy, the all-dream couple on campus, while Bucky and Nat were in the beginning prime of their relationship. Yes, both were pretty popular and many people thought their couplings adorable — if not envious of the partner — but Wanda couldn’t help but feel like an outcast all night long. She’s been following them around, attending a party or two, getting up to crazy shenanigans that ought to land them all a night behind bars until bail.

No. Wanda Maximoff, one of the brightest students in her major’s class, likes to dabble in… odd things. Peggy and Nat both knew of this certain attraction of hers, but it had been a rather closely guarded secret until now.

Breaking into the old burnt down chapel off the corner of Main Street, surrounded by the old, white picket fence, hadn’t seemed like a half-bad idea.

All fun and games until Wanda approached the podium where a dusty casing of leather sat, singed but untouched by the long forgotten fire. The yellowed, toughened skin of parchment paper crackled and rumpled with each turn over, her green eyes almost glowing with renewed fascination. She stopped at the book’s center when something caught her attention. Her eyes slip to widen a little at the sketching of a large, looming form of a wolf creature whose entire head bears only its skull, standing on its hind legs behind the regal figure of a loosely-clad robed woman. The image itself was intimately intoxicating to look upon. Something about it was pulling her to silently read over the daggered calligraphy. The woman’s illustrated body conveys what her drawn features lack; a postured body of contentment. Security. Lustful wanting.

And the tall creature before her stood proudly. Protectively. Equally wanting and willing.

The soft pad of her finger runs over the drawing, stroking the blackened detailing of the fur and skull face. Blooming deep in her abandoned, she feels that awakened need that begins to throb between her thighs and forces them to push together quickly, embarrassed with a warm glow in her cheeks.

While Peggy had urged that she leave the book and its ominous being there alone, she had been outranked by the other three who egged her on.

How could she say no? What harm could come from an obvious prop of the occult? As if a place so holy could harbour anything dangerous. With a cheeky grin, eyes slowly moving back and forth between her friends and the page she read from, she began to read aloud the incantation.

Before the very collective eyes of four witnesses, the surrounding candles sizzled with rekindled life, a singular flame dancing on each blackened wick before it would throb dimly in their warm arousement. A copied sensation Wanda felt herself able to relate to.

“Wanda…” Peggy whimpers, unsure. Steve only pulled her closer to him but made no intent in stopping Wanda as she continued to recite the chant.

The old chapel is awakened with a deadly, hollow breath, howling ominously in a deep and thunderous wind that travels through the marrow of bones and tenses the muscles. The air eagerly lapped and ravished at them, as if tasting them on its non-existent tongue.

The rattle of the ancient, relic urns chattered on their shelves beneath a baritone of a rumble that became suspiciously familiar to a growl, that of a predatory beast. Wanda’s hair whipped around to almost blinding her vision but she feels like she’s incapable to stop, that whatever force pulled her in the first place has full control over her, that even if she wanted to — and she doesn’t — she couldn’t stop.

Not until her words and voice enunciate the final lyric of whatever summoning spell she reads.

“Come hither, loyal acolyte, silhouette and blackened, come back to your vengeful pedestal upon the earth — I beckon you from your voided prison, answer my summoning!”

Behind the knowledge of Wanda’s awareness, the visage of an animal skull formed in a smoky apparition finally pushed her friends to flee.

“Fuck this!” Bucky shouts, pulling Natasha with him until his grip is white knuckled around her wrist. Steve mimics the action and sentiment with Peggy. Each of their screams joined the territorial growls and roars as they ran to the cellar’s exit.

“Wait—!” Wanda’s hand stretches out, gripping for her friends pleadingly only for the cellar door to boom loudly as the doors slam to a close.

The air feels cold around her yet so thickly laced, it shrouded her in darkness despite the many candles lit around her. Behind her, tendrils of grappling mist form into spiraling columns that wrap and weave together into a crafting tower, silent with a voice she hears as a mere whisper. Your fur manifests in this realm with a bristled motion and your ears immediately twitch, perking up at each minute breath she utters in her shell-shocked state.

Your master.

Oh, how long it has been since you last graced her beauty, her powerful aura and taken her into your enveloping hold. For too long she has been away from you. A tiny, coiled rasp akin to a curious, predatory purr emits from the chasm of your large chest.

Wanda’s voice feels raw, stretched thinly by the grimoire’s spell and her hand delicately moves to pet and stroke it but a figment of lithe, cold clawed fingers beat her to it.

A gasp hiccups in her throat as her head is tilted back slowly. Her eyes meet glowing balls of flame within the hollow frame of shallow eye sockets. A chiseled and grizzly face of a skull decorated with small cracks and a gaping maw revealing the serrated blades of teeth, moistened with an oily slick from a long, black limb of a tongue.

No way…

You make the sound of that grinding, off-note purr again, louder to reach her ears. “Milenec…”

Odd as it was to feel an inkling of acknowledgement to the term. It sounds so… endearing. Like she’s heard it before but not in this lifetime. The aspect of a time before her existence here and now is brought into question immediately.

“Y-you can talk…” she chokes out through a whispered breath, “What are you?”

“Milenec… it is me.” You let her slip from your grasp where she stumbles back, the rise of her heels clobbering against the cellar flooring like loud cracks of thunder. Your body moves unlike any natural thing on this earth. It contorts, twisting and bending in places that shouldn’t.

You body arcs and crosses over the podium with slinking ease, the wispy nature of your fur bellows in airy streams akin to the warp of fire and your long tail follows you as a trail of smoke; your body pushed and pulled like a magnetic charge between this realm and the next, there are forces at work that attempt to banish you and hold you grounded here.

“Don’t you remember me?”

“I don’t understand,” Wanda mutters. With a tilt of your large head that furls your ears with a flop, you speak with a guttural enunciation. “You freed me, Master. For so long I’ve waited, trapped in the void. But you kept your word. You summoned me.”

“I-I… that was… that was just a joke, I d-didn’t mean to—”

“But you did.” Low and unwavering is your tone, musing to and fro within the fabrication of vocalisation.

You stalk closer until the bony bridge of your skull bows down to meet her at eye level. “And now we can finally be together…”

“Properly… consummate our love.”

What?

Wanda stumbles back, nearly caving in on her heel in her blind stun but the shadowy appendage of your tail wraps her and draws her in closer so that her breasts meet the glistening grotesque of your tongue.

Long and expressive, it explores the exposure of her cleavage, tasting the warm dew of her skin and a thrumming growl rattles in your ribcage like bones being shaken in a hollow encasement.

With a quivering breath, Wanda sighs, caught in the midst of this awakened desire and her need to get away. “I’m not—Ah… who you think I am…”

Pulling away and bumping the skinless mouth of your face against her cheek, you huff. The tattered, darkened rings hidden deep within the sockets of the skull move like muscled skin. A cursed deformity?

An indication that you were once something more?

The visceral shade of glowing amber shines ominously bright like a flame tempered angrily.

“A reincarn…” The words speak as an echoing drawl that overlaps together. “But my Milenec all the same… my mate.”

“M-mate?” Wanda stutters and you nod with a low purr.

Had her dabbling in magic really cost her this time? For all her friend’s pleading to reconsider her less than tame rituals and practices, she truly opened the genie bottle on this one. And that genie happened to be a mystical entity hellbent on her being someone someone it knows. A reincarnate.

Wanda cannot exactly place it within herself, but there is a certain cadence of allure in your words. Your profession that you and her are meant to be together. She’s felt so lonely as of late after her messy breakup with her ex. Feeling unwanted and pathetically isolated, believing that nobody else wanted her because of her taboo hobbies.

But to think that this… creature wants her. She feels like it’s a sort of lust yearning to break free of herself. That this is right. That you’re meant to be.

Your hands move to cradle her jaw, her visage cutely small compared to your hands. Her breath comes in light pants. “May I… kiss you, Milenec?”

When Wanda had arrived back at her dorm room, she mostly expected it to be barren of her roommate after what occurred tonight. No doubt staying with Bucky. Her plump lips still reside with this vibrating tension after the kiss you shared. It was exotically powerful, submissively contained despite the ravenous hunger she could all but feel course through your materialised body.

The grimoire sat on her dresser, a foreboding piece of occult just laid out in the open. You advised her to take it with her.

“It was yours. Take it.”

From the vessel of her sleeping form, you emerge as the figment moving through the shadows, a tainted mass like water in oil. The native, lesser darkness submits beneath your imposing will, threatened by you. As a wayward spirit now marking your haunting claim to this new territory, you drift around your surroundings under an inquisitive note to investigate.

Your master is… different. She must be that of a reincarn. The loss of her memories — the loss of you — and in the matter that the world has changed so much since you were last summoned to this realm. Only the telltale sign of your presence leaves your shadow out in the open view, under the protruding light of the moon painted over the wall.

Before you, your hand muses between the phases of existence, taking care to be gentle when your claw pokes and plucks at a button eye of a stuffed toy of a bear. You recall young village girls who made their comforting friends from old straw, ragged scraps of hemp and linen thread. Witches of the craft also used similar ingredients to create dolls, giving them onto you to then find and slaughter them. Ah, those were the days you were admired as a god. A deity of the dark and the shadows, where your name was uttered on the faint whisper of fear and gasped aloud in seek of repentance.

Then your beloved summoned you, bound you in the sustained chains of her servanthood, and despite your nature to feel angered because of your entrapment; you admired the raw power she held. Together, you both would be unstoppable. In pledge of your divine protection and loyalty, she would bed you and settle your every carnal desire. She announced her soul yours to take in exchange that you would in turn serve as her faithful acolyte, the fonted source behind her increasing magic.

A woman after your own heart. No other witch of her time had made such an offering so appealing. Usually they slew a few mortals as a sacrifice or the odd bassinet that cradled a babe surrounded by small, dead birds; all to ask your favour and to surrender a portion of your power to make them powerful.

You’re not sure why these women thought you’d have such need for innocent, infant souls. But you made their treachery pay for their disgusting insinuation. Nor did you ever condone the contracts over the young. A foul entity of the void but one with a consciousness. That was what your true followers came to understand.

Brought back to the present you stand before the mirror of Wanda’s vanity. Small framed adornments hang by an invisible force that you decree is faulty magic, based on how easily it wanes upon touching it with the graze of a single clawed finger. Your mistress smiles in each one, some with the company of who you presume to be her followers, and others she is alone; in wait for your shadow to loom hazily in the next frame.

This modern age still confounds you but you will learn it. And with it, you will have all knees bend before your master. You will finally sate one another as you both promised for an eternity. Beside the vanity sits a woven basket. You come completely from the cloak of your phantomhood when the smell hits you. A strong odor exudes from it and you curiously click the lid open. The scent wafts higher, more intense and your core awakens with arousement. You can smell the intensity of her on the used clothes. The nose hole of your skulled face inhales deeply, sharply with a wheezing crackle. Your tongue laps at the soaking patch of her recent loins, groaning at the way hunger consumes you.

Your ears rattle with a perked flicker at the piercing chord of Wanda’s softened whine. Your head swerves to peer over your shoulder, a penetrative gaze of two smoldering fires set upon her. How beautiful she looks, the blanket pooled to her stomach, revealing the sculpt of her form, a less than orderly top clinging to her loosely and barely concealing the spill of her breasts.

As a misted cluster of wavering smoke, you saunter towards her until you stand over her at the side of the bed. Your head cranes on a tilted axis as you examine her closely. Her brows scrunched together, troubled and her body struggles and writhes pathetically, more so as she whines and moans breathlessly under the stir of her slumber. A low rumble vibrates in the chasm of your chest that it echoes deeply.

Her hips jerk and she lets out another pitiful sound. She’s needy…

She yearns for us…

She’s ready…

It’s now our time…

With one hand you cup her at the apex between her thighs and she shivers, hips jumping forward into your palming embrace. You growl with a low-edged timbre, desire taking hold of you. You feel the cool dampness soak her panties much like the ones in the basket and her smell… it takes every single sin of yours to remember not to ravish her outright lest you tear her open.

She continues to move against the wide spread of your hand, rubbing herself on you. Her muscles go rigged with each needy roll of her hips and her throat constricts around her mumbled phrases and wanting sounds.

She needs us…

You intrude two long fingers beneath the thin fabric of her panties, your thumb having sought out her clit. You run along her folds with tantilising motion, teasing. Your master gives a low, sulky moan in turn. Her legs spread further apart to welcome you, accommodate your invading advancements and her breath quickens that her breasts become strained against her top. How you’ll tear it off her in due time. Nothing will keep you apart an longer, nothing else shall hinder you from bearing witness to her naked body pinned beneath you or when she takes her place above you; to spear herself on the throne that is your cock. She will come to remember her manners, her power and then… nothing will remain in your path. You two shall be unstoppable.

You push the two fingering appendages past her moist folds and she gasps curtly, her spine arching beautifully from the mattress. Finally, she’s embracing that which is long overdue. Your thumb rolls her cli in slowly drawn circles, pressing with a touch of firmness to let her know your toying is an act to please.

Her name parts through her agape lips and her dark lashes beat with a sleepy flutter, unaware completely to what transpires.

“Milenec…” you purr. The darkened dart of your tongue slides over the maw of your bony teeth, wishful to savour her taste. You lower yourself at her side, your other hand moves up, caressing the temple of her body until it reaches the nape of her neck. Your jaw cracks and pops, a wiry whisper of breath lashes through the hollow of your throat and your tongue extends further from your mouth. Still fingering her velvety insides until she’s coating you with her arousal, her clit thrumming with a lively pulse, your tongue becomes integrated into the pleasurable mix.

You grunt and moan with a thousand resounding echoes bouncing back and forth between the walls. You taste the sweetened dew of her skin, its slight tang of salty residue. It slides over the slim plane of her stomach, caressing the creased threshold of her legs right near her navel and then upwards. The damned fabric offends you in your aroused exploration. Your tongue slips beneath its material hem and travels between her breasts, rippling for a moment before tearing the top down its middle. Her nipples become stiff, erected by the sudden chill that riddles her skin with goosebumps.

Her chorus of moans spurs you on. The inky tendril of your tongue glides over each breast, playful with both nipples until you leave a shiny gloss behind. It has her mewing in a way that makes your cock throb and stand between your legs. The thicker portion of your tongue slides and fondles over the curve of her breasts, its extension moving back down her body following the natural weight of her belly until your tongue prods at her clit. It’s cold to her, she lets out a shivered sigh and a softened mewl of your name.

Along with your fingers, your tongue divides the lips of her slickened pussy apart, becoming a third instrument that strokes her from within. Her walls are hot around you and it clouds your mind with a clouded lust, her snug walls that are flushed with a velvety feel that’s moistened; a precious cove where she beckons your entreating defilement. You groan with a slurping lap in indulgence to her taste finally on your tongue. Sweetened like a honeyed wine, the taste of a feverish delight. Greedily, you sink your tongue further inside of her.

She arches her back further and your hand supports her at the backend of her skull as she cries out your name, her breath panting and concealing that of a blissful scream. Her eyes open to the dimly lit world around her, the lamplight having flickered in warning that its lighting will expire soon the moment you laid your hands on her. Terrorised by a series of gasps and hiccuping moans, her hands fist and clench at the chilly spires of your misty fur, just thick enough to grab onto but the fainter portions slip through her hold.

“Y–Y/n… ah—ahh! My acolyte…”

You give a mused whine at the teetering edge of her voice, a bended inflection as she now balances horribly on the verge of her own orgasm; a heavenly relief. “Right there… please, r–right there!”

Your thumb becomes aggressive on her clit and you pull her to sit up slightly. The widened base of your head forces her legs to remain open no matter how much she clenches them against you, she pulls at the mane of fur around your neck as she begs you.

With a few more strokes of your fingers and tongue, she cums. Her body trembles violently as she’s taken by the white, hot flush that blinds her for a moment and her juices reward you; allowing you to devour it with gulping eagerness. As a last effort, your fingers work to stretch her walls out and she winces before you withdraw both appendages.

Her chest extends with each large breath and her eyes drown with a deepened pool of lust, the sparkle of scarlet dancing within them. Her power grows with digesting effort through each powerful exchange of your sexual endeavors. Your tongue retracts slightly back down into the unknown and pitless depths of your gullet and you growl deeply.

Wanda’s hands become fixed at your shoulders and pull at you, inviting you. With a serpentine movement, your tongue moves slowly over the mound of her clit, eliciting a sharpened gasp from Wanda. Further, it moves up her body again, wrapping as a band around her breasts and squeezing her; a mouse caught in your trap. The thinner flare of your tongue is a wonderful muscle all its own when it balances merely of its own accord before her lips, like a snake risen up for the strike.

Just from the burning amber of your eyes she understands you want her to taste herself. Her plump lips open weakly and you push the inky, slick covered tip into her mouth. Her tongue moves forward and flicks at the slitted divide of your forked muscle; and your body ripples with an unworldly, loud hum. She will come to understand such an area is akin to the sensitive tip to your weeping cockhead.

Your cock twitches and you move until your widened gate sits between her legs. Her soft, delicate thighs are forced to rest against the strong, muscled limbs of your own, just barely meeting at level with your hips and where her awaiting cunt lines up with your cock.

You move your tongue as a secondary thrusting muscle. Wnda moans a muffled song around it, her own tongue stroking the underbelly of the blackened length and your hips pitch forward with an eager roll. Your tip notches between the capture of her swollen pissy lips and you push forward.

Her body immediately tenses up and your hands hold tight to her wrists, ensuring her grip that claws at your remains there. You’ve never been opposed to pain mixing with pleasure.

The pronunciation of your name vibrates through your tongue and you growl. Her walls constrict around you with that hot flushness, fluttering as she eases her body to relax. Your size is one she hasn’t experienced before, not even her ex could compare. You pick up your thrust promptly, shoving your cock in and out, in and out. When you withdraw your tongue, the coiled muscle tightening around her ribcage with each thrust you force to penetrate her deeper, she lets out a sighing moan. Her lashes beat fast and her eyes roll back, lulled by the backward crane of her head that falls back against the pillow.

“Y-yeah, there, right there…”

“Mmm—mhph, so deep!”

How you’ve waited so long to hear her pleasure all to yourself. It’s intoxicating to be praised by your master and your pace quickens. Your hips snap faster and harder with a harshened force that rocks the bed back and forth with a grinding squeak, the headboard splintering a straight line into the wall from the pounding brunt.

“Shit, shit— I’m gonna—ah!”

You can hear her deep within the recess of her soul. Her reincarn a physical vessel that harbours your first and only love. Your beloved mate. She sings out to you; summoning you.

You see her within the blind of a memory, seeing the woman beneath you as you do your master.

You see two different branches of her soul.

And the thought that your master in this life has faced so much judgment, that her previous lover left her — not that he would have been around much longer if he’d been in the picture still.

A new quarry to hunt once your consummation was complete. A prize to bring back to your mate. Her first sacrificial offering you’d present to appease her.

Her legs lock around your sturdy hips to drag you further inside of her, kissing the delicate plush of her cervix that has her keening, her lips parted with deep and loud moans that would disturb the neighbouring dorms for sure.

“Milenec…,” you rattle with a purring growl, “My Milenec… release, let go.”

For a second time, Wanda bends to the bliss of her euphoria. Cumming around your cock, her walls hug you tightly and her body trembles again with a feverish tingle. It feels like her insides are boiling but her skin is plagued by the wave of coldness.

Your ears and back with a sharp howl as your knot swells before erupting with the spurting ropes of your release, listening to the rhythmic and moistened glide of where your bodies lock together now. It’s a sound you want to hear for eternity.

Your tongue loosens around her bust and slinks back down into your gullet, concealing its impressive length for another time.

“I feel…” Her words come out as a faded exhale. She’s unable to find the words as she stares up at you, a hand caressing the bony curve of your jaw that pops back into place after hanging so low.

“Whole.”

No longer will your darling master feel the shaded cloak of neglect and disregard. She will feel what it means to truly be loved. Desired. Worshipped. As your mate she falls under your protection and you will guard her fiercely. You will protect the witch who summoned you all those years ago and you shall forever pledge your service to the witch before you now.

She is one and the same. A lover is a lover even through ages past. Nothing will change the bargain you forged long ago. Not the eyes that spear her to the pyre that burned her in ages old, nor the imprisonment of the void, or even the grades she appears desperate to achieve — though you believe she should turn her studies to that of the grimoire: her true potential.

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importantstudentbusinessspy-blog · 2 months ago

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Cold-hearted Wolf

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Pairing: Cregan Stark x Martell princess reader

Tags: NSFW, Angst, fluff, arranged marriage, eventual smut, cregan is repressed and mean at first, then falls for the reader.

Epilogue

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A year had passed since the Cregan's return, and Winterfell stood in a state of hard-won peace.

Now, a seasoned and respected leader, Cregan and has made the best of your rule, with you as one of his advisors. In your midst was your four-month-old son, Robert, a bundle of energy and curiosity.

In the grand library of Winterfell, the warm light of the afternoon spilled through tall windows. Cregan sat on the floor, a giggling Robert cradled in his arms. The heir’s chubby fingers reached for his father's dark hair, and Cregan playfully dodged the tiny grasping hands, eliciting more laughter from the child.

"Look at you," Cregan cooed to Robert, "Mama's reading her important papers, and we're just having fun."

You sat at a table covered with maps and scrolls, engrossed in the strategic considerations of the Riverlands. Your brow furrowed as you examined the details. Cregan's loyal hound lay at your feet.

Your lord husband lifted your son high into the air, eliciting gleeful giggles from the child. "Yes, my boy," he laughed, "Your mother does look so very pretty when she's angry."

"Im not angry," your head shot up from the maps.

Someone knocked on the door, and a man clad in furs, and armor had entered the room. "Your presence is requested at a council meeting, Your lordship," he informed after bowing.

Cregan looked down at his son. "I must go, little one." He kissed Robert's chubby cheek before turning to you. "Can't I bring him with me to the council room? He's a strategic genius in the making."

With a hint of amusement in your eyes, you rose from your chair, the dog stirring to get up as your arms reached for Robert. "He won't be dissecting maps, my love."

Cregan smiled at you both, pulling you into an embrace. "Well then, I suppose I must leave my two favorite people behind for now."

Against your wishes, his words had your cheeks flushed. Cregan chuckled at the effect he had on you, wanting to tease further. "Did I mention how beautiful you look today?"

Your protest was half-hearted as you playfully swatted his chest. "Go to your council."

He chuckled and gave you a gentle kiss before whispering. "Come with me, love. I want you there."

You sighed, realizing you couldn't resist the plea in his eyes. "Robert needs to be put to bed first."

You handed Cregan a particularly important map from your pile, along with notes you had made.

Cregan kissed your lips tenderly, then turned to Robert. "Give your father a kiss." He leaned down to give Robert a peck on his squishy cheek.

He headed into the war room.

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The council chamber was filled with the murmurs of maesters discussing the growing feud between the dragons. They recounted the grievances and exchanged worried glances as they deliberated on the implications of this feud. The tension was palpable in the room.

As Cregan and his advisors contemplated the brewing conflict, the door to the chamber burst open. A maester entered hurriedly, introducing the arrival of Prince Jacaerys Velarion, who followed suit.

“Lord Stark." Jace addressed.

“Welcome, my prince.” Cregan acknowledged him. “My condolences for the death of your grandsire,”

“Thank you,”

A quiet presence had entered the room. You slipped in through the heavy doors without making a sound and walked in the shadows. You approached your husband quietly. His eyes found you as you made your way to him. They always did, and he took your hand in his own.

You bowed to Jecaerys and he nodded in acknowledgement. "My lady."

"My prince," you nodded. "You have my prayers and condolences."

"Thank you." Jace nodded. "My uncle has usurped the rightful queen, Rhaenyra. The Hightowers have just broken a peace of more than a hundred years."

The gravity of the situation was clear to everyone in the council chamber. War was on the horizon, a conflict that could have far-reaching consequences not only for the North but for the entire realm. Cregan gave you a significant look, understanding that you had to prepare their kingdom for the uncertain times ahead.

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Cregan Stark quietly entered his bedchamber, the flickering candlelight casting a warm glow around the room.

You, unaware of his presence, walked around, cradling your son inyour arms, softly singing a Dornish lullaby to the baby, the words filled with images of sun, sand, and sea. Your melodic voice had a soothing effect on the child.

As you gently placed Robert into his crib, Cregan watched with a tender smile. He couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of protectiveness.

Stepping closer, Cregan embraced you from behind and kissed the top of your head. Little Robert's chest rose and fell as he slept. "He looks content," he whispered.

You turned to face him, your eyes meeting grey ones. "I would do anything to keep him that way."

Cregan looked at his wife, his gaze filled with a mix of love and exhaustion. "I have to go to the Riverlands. To show the Targaryens that the Starks are with them."

Your expression softened, and you held him close. "Aye, that you do, my lord -"

"Cregan, please." He asked, taking your hand in his.

"Cregan." You corrected yourself.

He sighed, resting his forehead against yours. "I don't want to leave you. I want to keep you with me. At all times."

Your eyes were filled with understanding as you held him. "You won't have to. We'll come with you. I can protect both of you."

Cregan shook his head gently, his voice filled with a sense of duty. "There must always be a Stark in Winterfell."

You felt a swirl of emotions, a confusion of whether the Stark in question was your or your son. But as if he could read your thoughts, Cregan lifted your chin and whispered, "It's you I mean, y/n."

She couldn't help but feel a surge of adoration for him as their eyes locked. The depth of his love and trust overwhelmed her.

Seeing the distress in his eyes, you comforted him. "Don't worry about me. Just because I had a baby doesn't mean I've lost my training." You smiled, your eyes gleaming with determination. "Remember when I knocked you on you arse?"

He held back a chuckle. "On my arse?" He repeated.

"Percisely, in a dress, no less."

"You caught me by surprise." He whispered through clenched teeth, sweeping your his grasp and digging his fingers into the ticklish spots on your body he came to know very well.

Not wanting to wake the baby, you shot up one hand to coveryour mouth as you giggled.

A soft chuckle escaped Cregan. "Have I apologized for underestimating you?"

"About a hundred times." You grinned. "If any idiot tries to go after you or Robert, they'll regret it."

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The stars shined brightly over Winterfell, accompanied by soft winds and howls as Cregan made love to you.

He'd always perceived the act as one of honor. Especially with you. The raw emotion of his impending distance lay heavy in his intense touches, kisses, and caresses.

You gasped, glossy eyes worshipping him with vulnerability. "I love you,"

You tried hard to maintain a quiet tone. Robert slept peacefully in the agecent room. But still, it was difficult. Your body couldn't suppress your reactions that well when Cregan got primal like he was now.

He bent down to kiss you. Whispering, "Gods, I love you." Into your lips. His hips a steady rhythm against yours. Your responses did more to him than you could possibly know. Hearing his name escape through a moan on your lips filled him with something intense, a need to drive deeper into you. He wanted to be as close to you as he possibly could in this moment. To remember it when he had to go away.

He grasped you by your thighs, groaning against your whimpering mouth. Damn the dragons. Let them fight their own battles for once. He wanted to stay with you and with his child. He wanted to raise Robert with you, to teach him to fight, hunt, lead.

But couldn't set aside his duty.

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rabioa · 21 days ago

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Dress Up!

Alastor x Reader - Fluff - Gender Neutral

A nice and slow morning with your lover, Alastor. You both try to figure out what couples costume to wear for Halloween. You both come to an agreeable conclusion, after all, he always believed ivory was a pretty color on you.

TW: Nothing I think lol

This is my late Halloween special. Remember to stay hydrated and to not eat too much candy at once!! <3

It was a nice peaceful October morning. You were curled up in Alastor's lap, nursing a nice steaming drink. He was settled into his comfy chair, a cup of coffee in his hand. It was a slow yet cozy morning for you two, the fall equivalent of lounging in a lazy river. The weather outside was dull red and chilly to the bone. It beat winter, but it was still cold. The dreary outdoor weather was the perfect indoor weather.

His arms rested on the arm rests, providing a comforting sort of cradle for your body as you snuggled up to him.

“Halloween is coming around,” you began, catching his attention. You tilted your head up, catching his expression. His eye brow was arched high, a bemused smile on his face as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Hmm, I suppose it is, dear. We can carve pumpkins if you'd like? The roasted seeds make wonderful snacks,” he proposed.

A mischievous smile grew on your face. You faced forward, opting to not look at his face. “That's a great idea. We can decorate the hotel for Halloween. But, what about Halloween itself? It would be a pity to skip out on the festivities,” you mused, gently guiding the conversation into whatever tomfoolery you had planned.

To be honest, it was way too early in the morning for your shenanigans, but Alastor had always enjoyed your odd sort of chaos. You shifted in his lap, turning around so you straddled him.

Perfect, now he was totally trapped and helpless against your mischief!!!

His head was tilted to the side, boosting your courage through his curiosity. You silently noted the adorable way his ears stood. One was lax, flopping down, but the other was at attention, almost like an antenna facing the sky.

“And what festivities would you propose? I know Charlie intends on hosting some sort of Halloween party. Are you suggesting we attend?” he watched you take a long sip of your drink, leaving him waiting.

Like a fly to honey, he fell for your trap. Of course you knew he was just humoring you and going along with whatever you wanted, but it was still nice to pretend you were some master manipulator. Perhaps you were secretly a master manipulator, after all you convinced him to date you.

“I don't see why not, ah- but it’s a costume party. You can just show up without dressing up! So, what if we do those couple's costumes? Imagine! You can be butter, I can be bread. I can be salt, you can be pepper. You can be Joker and I can be Harley!” You proposed ideas, the concept of a couples costume had been brewing in your mind ever since fall rolled around.

He seemed bemused, a grin on his face. “Costumes? Dear, I believe I'm already a demon. That's enough of a costume, is it not?” He countered.

You groaned. “That's not the point! Its for fun! How about we go as a vampire and helpless maiden?” You pouted.

“Darling, I'm a cannibal. That's basically a vampire. And you're already a helpless maiden to my charms. There's no need for a costume like that,” he teased, sipping his coffee as he enjoyed your offended expression.

“Little red and the big bad wolf?”

“Your cheeks are red enough, and I’m always ready to devour you. No point in dressing up as what we already are.” You ignored his flirtatious and flustering words, as he always said such things with the most innocent expression, as if he weren’t having the time of his life making you blush.

“Ugh, you're impossible! Corpse bride?”

“Hmm? What's that, dear?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head once more.

He startled slightly when you suddenly grabbed his face with your hands. “Oh you sweet summer child. We need to get you culture. Tonight we are having a movie night. I don't wanna hear any objections,” you decided. “I'll be Emily, you'll be Victor.”

He cupped one of your hands on his face, gently easing it off to instead intertwine your fingers. “The title has bride in it. Does that mean you're the bride and I'm the groom?” He pressed a charming kiss to your hand that never failed to make your heart go pit-a-pat.

“Yup. I get to wear white and everything,” you grinned, seeing him genuinely consider it.

“I suppose its an acceptable costume…” After all, he always believed ivory was a pretty color on you.

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robin-evry · 26 days ago

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HII i'm loving your works omg! could i ask you to make a bronya!yuu or silverwolf!yuu? (you can choose just one if you want). take care or yourself and do your work at your time, no need to rush! :D

I decided to do two but sorry if bronya is so short , aww thank you.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅!𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓🐺👾

A member of the Stellaron Hunters and a genius hacker. She sees the universe as a massive immersive simulation game and has fun with it. She's mastered the skill known as "aether editing," which can be used to tamper with the data of reality.

Silver wolf!yuu is rarely known in nrc, they prefer to stay behind the scenes only a few students know about their existence.

Rarely appear in public, mostly using their holograms to go to school. It's pretty rare to see them actually outside of the ramshackle dorm.

Has a habit of disappearing and appearing, imagine your standing there and suddenly a hologram or game particles appear and silver wolf!yuu appear beside you.

Every time Crowley manages to piss them off, silver wolf!yuu would choose an area to vandalize at school, and some students manage to learn when you take a photo of it you can get a hidden message from silver wolf!yuu about Crowley.

silver wolf!yuu has a habit of collecting data about students, they have a database about their past, quirks, strength and weakness.

A very famous gamer in twst known to beat unbeatable levels of any game in twst and they use a fake alias. They hear about idia ranting towards Ortho about their game persona and find it funny. And join many game tournaments and win them easily and they gained money for this.

The ignihyde dorm is their second home, the dorm has good wifi for gaming. And manage to get close to idia and Ortho and talk about games with each other.

Their uniform has technology imbued to it. allowing them to access and project holographic screens on command. These are mainly used for quick data checks, sending encrypted messages, or pulling up maps and files in real-time without needing a handheld device.

They possessed a higher advanced technology than anything in twst. Also they use their aether hacking to change the ramshackle to their liking.

In battle, they would dominate due to having a lot hex on their side, they can hack into reality and get in the students file and remove the overblot. Or use it to discover and apply weakness towards the enemy.

They also have a mysterious job, operated as a freelancer, known for taking on jobs that require skill, secrecy, and the ability to circumvent the most complex security systems. Their reputation was built on their expertise in digital infiltration, information gathering, and high-stakes hacking, often working for those willing to pay for their skills without asking too many questions. most of their clients seem to be suspicious or not morally good.

Notorious for being a phone addict always playing their game outside or inside of class and when they were asked a question they immediately answered it correctly.

They also have a talent of engineering zoning out imagining about creating new tech ideas, mods and strategies for games.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐀!𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 ❄️🌬️

Heir apparent to the Supreme Guardian of Belobog. She possesses pride befitting of a princess, but also the determination and integrity of a soldier.

Bronya!yuu is the embodiment of what a leader and an heir should be. Their charisma is able to encourage people and lead them towards the right path.

As well a dignified soldier bronya!yuu may look weak but are by far one of the most efficient in hand to hand combat, able to pin down a student who is bigger than them.

Has a tendency to reminisce about their mother and would just sit there and reminisce about them and grim would always be there to comfort them.

An expert marksman, rook and them once a week have a contest with each other who ever is the better marksman.

They are by far one of vil favorite, they are dignified, elegant and strong like a soldier and a princess should be, they also inspired epel to be more like them he admired them and have lessons with him where they tutor him.

They are patient and calm in the heeds of battle always believing as being one in harmony they could work together and forge a more successful path, as well being the back bone of a battle planning and helping them behind the scenes by shooting at the enemy

Them and Lilia would usually trade military tactics to each other over a cup of tea and also discussing other topics

They usually get burned out and they don't know when to rest, since they always have to keep a princess like dignity many of the first years notice and comfort them during hard times.

Bronya!yuu abilities allow them to enhance their comrade ability extremely towards its potential, as well to summon winter soldiers to help them but it takes a lot of energy.

Have a love and interest in history, usually seen in the library studying about twst long history and enjoy talking about them to their friends.

As well being a top student, always studying and getting good grades without any issue and always be respectful towards people

By far have a good reputation at school for being a capable leader, many students admire their discipline, while others have some sort of a sense of rivalry with them.

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tiredofthehumanlife · 4 months ago

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Is it chilly in here? (and then the live studio audience laughs)

Barbie dolls: jegulus x gn!reader

Word: 7.3k (ish i just couldn’t shut up dude)

summary: James and regulus are ice skaters now and are in a competition you’re dating reg and after he and James train together some tensions arise reg makes rash descions at the competition

Warnings: no magic world heavily insinuated, inspired by the Olympics but it’s not the Olympics, you jokingly say you love reg’s feet BUT NOT LIKE THAT THEYRE METAPHORICAL, do whatever want tho suck toes in your free time idc,regulus is trans and skating prodigy, James is very giggily and flustered by the mere existence of regulus ngl, Sirius and you are kinda bitchy but like in a fun besties way if that makes sense, insinuated wolf star, mentions of the black family nasty, Sirius has a tendency to share childhood stories that do not lighten the mood, also I only found out that flips were illegal in ice skating competitions after I was 4 thousand words in so just pretend for me okay baby, mentions of transphobia, mention of prayer but it’s one sente about the possibility of someone maybe saying a prayer it’s not like “and then Y/N swung her beautiful religous hair over shoulder before praying to her one true god”, talks of perfectionsim and self doubt blah blah blah, sexual jokes oopsies, Sirius wears gold, ice skating written by someone whose hobby is writing (not a sport), allusion to autistic reg (if I'm autistic then reg can be too WHOS WITH ME), yadda yada

Regulus was beautiful. It was written into his DNA. His family was bred like dogs to find the perfect combination that created the perfect children. But with all said and done, with his mother’s image only ghosting his mirror on bad days, he was still gorgeous. Everyone knew it. Eyes would flock to him like starving coy fish in tourist attractions did to food. He was accustomed to them and ignored them perfectly. You knew it. He was gorgeous in the shower while you washed his hair. He was beautiful in the mornings when he pleaded with his pretty eyes for just five more minutes. He was pretty when your kisses made him flush. None of which could compare to the beauty of him on the ice.

Initially, you thought he was kidding when he told you he was a professional figure skater. Then he took you to the rink he most practiced at and found an entire glass case dedicated to him. Regulus Black was plastered over plaques, medals, and newspapers. A large frame had his glittery suit from one of the pictures on the front page of some newspaper. And when you asked if you could see, you were blown away. He moved his body in ways you didn’t know were possible. You felt like he was some kind of god that just so happened to fancy skating, and you.

According to him, all of his family members were prodigies in something. His mother was a painter, masterpieces hung over the fireplace and were comparable to the masters. His father was an amazing lawyer, getting high cases and winning every case he took. His brother was an amazing ballerina. They were both put into classes when they were little, excelling fast, but Sirius felt his mother’s nails digging into his shoulder every time he put on his pointe shoes. Regulus was pulled out of lessons when he was 14 after his parents learned of his trans identity. They said something about him getting ideas from all the tights or something.

Sirius stopped dancing and instead picked up a Chef’s hat. He excelled there too. He made more than his parents would’ve left him after learning about his queerness and started his own restaurant. He got deals up the wazzo. Sirius’ face was plastered on magazines, books, and TV shows. People interviewed him and apparently, he never missed an opportunity to mention his talented brother.

Regulus picked up skating after he was kicked out at 16. He became more accepting of himself while his parents’ hatred grew. Regulus stayed with Sirius. There was a small competition going on at the skating rink for a small cash prize but they were both struggling so Regulus thought, what else could I possibly have to lose? He stunned everyone there with his skills, including a random scout who saw potential in Regulus. Thus sparked him to become more and more famous and more and more skilled.

You massaged Regulus’ muscles when they were sore. You cheered at his competition. You brought him a warm lunch, even though he told you he packed it. You watched in awe at his practices, yelling encouragements when he fell. Even though you’d seen all the bruises and sores, proof that he was just human with great skills, he still felt unreal while he was in his skates.

You knew your way through the rink very well. You’d been there a million times, most to pick up Regulus and or bring him lunch. Today you were picking him to go get lunch together. He had a big competition coming up. In just a few months, he’d be bedazzled and performing in front of a panel of judges. You really just wanted to get him food and run him a warm bath, mayhaps even throw in a nice massage to relax his nerves more. His anxiety was making you anxious.

You could hear the music to his routine playing through the speakers as you opened the door. You could see the swirl of his black outfit as you peered through the plexiglass. You walked around the side of the rink, heading towards where Regulus always throws his jacket. You furrowed your eyebrows as you saw someone sitting a few seats away from the one with Regulus’ jacket thrown over the back. You watched the man sitting there, stare in awe at your boyfriend. You much preferred when people enjoyed his talent than his looks.

The man himself wasn’t hard on the eyes. He had black curls that were definitely messier than Regulus’ but you’d witnessed Regulus’ 27-step routine and precise plopping so you weren’t surprised. This man also appeared to be in a skating outfit, when working out it usually just looked like leggings and some shirt. Once you’ve seen it a million times, you kinda got the gist. His jaw was slack, staring at the ice. He ran his hands over his face before noticing you. You gave him a small smile before moving to the side of the small swinging door.

You looked out to watch Regulus spin so fast you almost couldn’t even recognize him. You let out a whistle and clapped your hands. Regulus’ spin lost momentum, he set his foot down so both skates were on the ice. Regulus shook his arms out before glancing up to smile at you. You waved and turned back to the other man just sitting there as Regulus started pacing. The man looked away from Regulus, pointing at him as he met your eyes.

“Do you know him?” He asked. You nodded. The man ran his hands down his face again. He muttered something that you assumed was a prayer or a curse. You tilted your head back looking at Regulus standing near another wall of the rink, apparently sizing up the ice. You looked back at the man.

“Are you okay?” You asked, getting a little worried about the amount of pain and stress this man was going through. He gave you a short smile.

“yeah, yeah, I just have this competition in a few months. I’m just a little worried I might not, you know, be good enough.” He said, wringing his hands. You cooed. This man seemed sweet, and he was hot.

“Oh my god in a few months? I think he’s in the same one.” You said. You jutted your thumb over your shoulder, pointing at Regulus. You were excited you got to meet someone else in the competition. What a small world. This news seems to worsen the man's mood, making him groan and clack his teeth.

“That’s what I was worried about. If he’s my competition, I’m not going anywhere.” He muttered. You shook your head, glancing back to see Regulus in the same spot. Calculations, probably.

“He’s a freak, He’s been doing this since he was like 16 he’s just like not a real person. Don’t think about him, you’re going to do just fine. Trust me.” You said. You hoped you were reassuring, but it’s a little hard to do when Regulus is his competition. It’s not like he’s getting first place, second maybe, but first is out of the question.

“Thanks that was kind of nice to hear. I’m James.” James said, giving you a small wave. You introduced yourself before quickly holding your finger up when you heard the familiar sound of Regulus setting his feet. James pulled himself out of his seat, moving to stand next to you. Regulus started quickly moving across the ice, if outside in the parking lot it’d be considered running. Before your brain could catch up, Regulus jumped and flipped. His legs were in the air, flat in a line. You screamed and cheered in response to seeing him flip. One of your personal favorite moves but you’d never tell him that. Regulus’ foot hit the ice again, facing the other direction than it started. Just as you thought he was going to stick the landing, he stumbled. Regulus crashed into the ice, making a loud thwack noise.

You winced as James hissed next to you. You cringed and hid behind the short wall before standing up and staring at Rgeulus lying flat on his stomach. James shook his hand out like he was the one hurt.

“Oh, damn. Come on, Reg! Get up!” You yelled, your voice hit the wall behind Regulus’ crumpled form and traveled back to you. James brought his fist to his mouth, sinking his teeth into his knuckles. Regulus’ head picked up off the ice and swung back to face you.

“Fuck off. Give me a second.” You and James reeled back as Regulus laid his head back down. James glanced at you.

“Oh, he’s lovely.” James muttered. You smiled happily, nodding aggressively.

“I know, right?” James glanced back out at Regulus lying on the ice. He slowly picked himself up, pausing to sit in a slumped position. You cooed at his sad form. Regulus got back onto his feet, making his way over to the swinging door you were waiting by. He looked mad. When he reached the door, You held it open for him. Regulus slowly walked onto the carpet, slumping into the chair with his jacket.

“You did good. You slipped, that’s no biggie. You’re on a big block of ice it’s almost guaranteed that you slip.” You said. Regulus glanced up at you through his hair as he pulled at his laces harder than he should. Regulus shook his head.

“I shouldn’t be slipping this close to competition,” Regulus muttered. You shook your head at him, incessant perfectionism. Regulus tugged at his laces, getting frustrated at the knot that wouldn’t come undone. He groaned and flung himself back in his chair, covering his face with his hand. You rolled your eyes at his dramatism. You crouched down and began unknotting his laces, you dropped a light kiss on his knee.

“You’re just fine, baby. Trust me.” You whispered, pulling his skate off and moving to the next one. Regulus let out a small sigh.

“Yeah, I think you did great,” James added, reminding you that he was there. Regulus unhid his face, looking over at James.

“Oh sorry, I’m James. Reg right?” James asked. You paused in untieing Regulus’ skates, to look back at James. Regulus dropped his hand into his lap. You both stared at him, trying to calculate where exactly he got the idea that he could use Regulus’ nickname. James looked between you and Regulus, noticing the change in the air. James dropped his outstretched hand, giving up on the handshake.

“Regulus.”

“oh, whoopsie.” You ignore James, turning back to Regulus’ skate.

“Sorry, who are you?” Regulus asked, a mean tone nipping at James’ hand. You smacked your lips, as you slipped off his last skate.

“Regulus.” You scolded, pulling his day-to-day shoes over towards you. Regulus looked down at you in question, wondering why you were scolding him.

“Oh, I’m a skater, too. Apparently, we’re in the same competition. You’re crazy good though, so doubt I’ll get anywhere on the podium.” James said. James apparently tended to down-talk his own skill, though that might just be the effect Regulus had on people. You pulled Regulus’ foot up to slip on his day-to-day shoes, you’re already down there might as well. Regulus’ eyes shot down to you. He shot forward in his chair, shooing your hands away.

“No. You did my skates, you’re not doing my shoes, too.” Regulus muttered as he pulled his shoes from your grip. You sighed and stood up, dusting your knees off. Regulus was so contrary. “It’s not like you saw me do anything good, I was fumbling all over the place. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.” Regulus whispered as he pulled his shoes on.

“You need lunch, a massage, a good lay, a nice warm bath, and a lot of sleep. That’s just my personal opinion though.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. James awkwardly glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. Regulus hummed.

“And from who exactly am I supposed to receive this ‘good lay’ from?” Regulus teased, looking up from his shoes to grin at you. You slumped, giving him a disappointed face.

“Oh, ha-ha.” You said, rolling your eyes. James changed the topic, most likely trying to get the image of naked Regulus out of his head.

“You’re really skilled though, and your…um- friend here told me that you’ve been competing since you were a teen?” James said, pointing at you. Maybe he couldn’t figure out how to put two and two together or maybe he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. You smiled at James, he was kind after all.

“Yeah, I’ve been fairly successful with my competitions.” Regulus mutered. You squinted at him as he finished tying his shoes. Regulus tended to talk down his skill, you suppose he and James had that in common. James pulled his shoulders up to his ears and fiddled with his hands.

“Not to be weird, and you can totally say no, but do you think maybe you could watch me practice really fast and then toss a couple of tips at me? It won’t take long, you’ll have plenty of time to go get lunch.” James said. Regulus sat up straight, resting his hands on his thigh. He looked over to you. Regulus was silently asking if you were okay with this happening. You shrugged, yeah it’s whatever.

“Yeah, I have time,” Regulus said. You could’ve sworn you heard James squeal before he ripped off his jacket and skated onto the ice. Regulus stood up, moving to lean against the wall. You joined him at his side, watching James intently through the plexiglass.

James was beautiful on the ice too. You could see the difference between James and Regulus. Regulus was precise. James was more focused on the big picture. James’ arms stuck a little more when he spun, grimaced more, and gave himself the space to make mistakes. Regulus would rather rip his hair out than make mistakes. After James did a few tricks that made you cheer and Regulus hum, James finished his routine and skated over to the door you and Regulus were loitering by.

“So?” James asked, a twinge of uneasiness making his eyes squint. Regulus hummed. He clicked his tongue before looking up to meet James’ eyes.

“Do you have a pen? I think I’ll write down some tips and my number so we can practice together. After the competition, I’ll have plenty of free time to help you train.” Regulus said, keeping a professional tone. You clapped your hands with a bright smile. You looked at James to see him a little sad.

“That means he sees potential in you. He wants to work with you more because he’d rather have you as a friend than an opponent.” You said, smiling at James. Your cheer spread to him, his smile reaching to the corner of his eyes.

“Yes, is that not what I said?” Regulus looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. James let out another squeal, pushing away from the wall to spin around in a circle. You smiled at him. Regulus tilted his head as he watched James. You pulled on his arm, knocking your cheek into his shoulder.

James returned to you two, smiling brightly. Regulus pulled away from you turning to his bag sitting on the floor next to his seat. While he dug through it, you gave James a few compliments. Your kind words made him giggle, covering his face with his hands. Regulus returned with his small notebook and pen, tearing a page out. He folded it before sticking it out to James. James thanked him greatly, securing the paper in his pocket.

“Right, well. James, you can message me and we can train later, but as of right now I need to take my lovely partner out to lunch.” Regulus said, swinging his bag over his shoulder before reaching out towards you. He intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling you closer to him. James nodded quickly, agreeing immediately.

Regulus pulled you away from the rink, starting your walk to the parking lot. When you let the rink door close behind you, you spoke up to Regulus.

“He was hot.” Regulus pounced when he heard you. His head spun around to face you.

“I know! I hope you don’t mind that I gave him my number, he really is talented. I think with enough training we could even enter a duo competition. I always wanted to do one of those.” Regulus said, glancing out the corner of his eye at you. You nodded and rubbed his arm lightly.

“I don’t care about you giving him your number. However, if you do want to make a romantic move, I’d like you to speak with me first. I feel like we should both move towards that if we want him to join our relationship.” Regulus hummed, agreeing with you. You started leading him to the car, fishing your keys out of your pocket.

“And vice versa, I’d like you to speak to me before you make a move on Hunksalot back there.” Regulus glanced back at the rink like he was hoping to catch another look at James. You snorted, lightly slapping Regulus’ forearm in a reprimanding manner. Regulus pressed his nose to your cheek before kissing your cheek again.

After their first practice together, Regulus was ecstatic. He came home practically jumping off the walls. According to him, James was even better than he first appeared. Regulus was extremely excited to train with him. There was plenty Regulus could teach James and a few things Regulus wanted to learn from James. You silently hoped that James would rub off on Regulus to make him a little less rigid in his perfectionism.

James seemed to like you two as much as you two liked him. He started asking if you guys wanted to go eat lunch together after practices. Soon, your lunch dates with a party of 2 turned into a party of 3. You wanted to say that you three started officially dating but just as Regulus was weary of making mistakes he was also weary of confronting people. You didn’t want to make any kind of move without Regulus by your side, so you waited. Your relationship with James became unlabeled, you were dating but you couldn’t possibly imagine calling James your boyfriend, especially in front of other people. Not that you didn’t want to.

You didn’t want to add more stress to Regulus’ shoulders. With his fast-approaching competition, he was more jittery than ever. He was working himself harder, and you didn’t want him to work himself to the bone right before the competition so you started having to limit how long he was allowed to spend at the rink.

James was also anxious, you could tell because all his laughs stretched just a little too long. His jaw was constantly clenched and, much like Regulus’, his knee was constantly bouncing.

With their anxieties high, the competition arrived. In the blink of an eye, you were approaching a whole different rink. You said goodbye to Regulus with a good luck kiss before you settled for a small peck on the cheek for James. With them heading off to the locker room, you started for the stands. You scoured the rows of people for a good portion of time before you recognized the long, curly, and black hair of the one and only Sirius. He looked bored, pulling his fur coat tighter around himself. His hair was half up half down, the top pulled back into a bun pulled back by an elaborate pin. Sirius stared out at the rink watching nothing. He glanced up and smiled when he saw you. Sirius stood up and pulled you into a tight hug.

“It’s been so long. I missed your stupid face.” Sirius muttered next to your ear. You hummed, rubbing his back before pulling away. You patted his shoulder and gave him a small smile.

“I know. Let me see that hairpin.” Sirius obliged, turning his head. You stared at the beautiful piece of gold. It was in the shape of a tree branch with flowers sprouting along it. In the center of each flower were tiny shining gems. You gave the hairpin plenty of praise as Sirius turned back around. He smiled at you, rubbing his hands together.

“How are you and my jackass brother?” Sirius asked, flicking his hair over his shoulder to reveal dangling star earrings. You smiled at him.

“Good, one could even say splendid. Has he told you about James?” Sirius gave you a confused look before agreeing. You nodded.

“Yes, yes, the skater buff guy, right?” You patted his forearm, agreeing. He hummed.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re trying to add him to our relationship but Regulus is just so adamant on avoiding confrontation. We haven’t even taken the guy out on an actual date yet.” You missed gossiping with Sirius. He was such an active listener, and always knew all the juiciest drama around.

“You have to threaten him, it’s the only way to get Regulus to do anything. Once when we were little,” You took in a deep breath “We were playing tag in the gardens and Regulus wouldn’t stop trying to do arts and crafts with the neighbor's dog, so I stole his favorite stuffed animal and threatened to rip it’s entrails out and hang it on his bedroom door if he didn’t play with me. We played tag for hours after that.” Sirius said, laughing through his words like it was a funny story. You tried to smile through your grimace, but he could see the pain in your eyes.

“Right well, what’s new with you?” You asked, deciding you’d rather change the subject than unpack that. Sirius smiled, clapping his hands together.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve developed romantic feelings for one of my employees, more specifically one of my bartenders.” You gasped, excited to discuss this while waiting for your lovely boyfriend to get on the ice.

After Sirius went over every interaction he’s had with this bartender named Remus and you both debated the ethics of dating an employee, the competition finally began. You watched other people’s routines, whispering criticism and jokes to Sirius the whole time. Most along the lines of ‘Regulus can do that with his eyes closed’ and ‘they have nothing on Reg.’ Or ‘Well that was shit’. Just as another competitor finished, you leaned toward Sirius to insult the next person’s outfit only to gasp very loudly in his ear. You pulled away pointing at your lovely James. You looked back at Sirius to make sure he was looking. Sirius was pressing his hand to his ear and leaning away from you. You clapped and cheered, hoping James could hear you.

James’ outfit was all red, with yellow accents, and tracing the yellow lines were tiny sparkles. James was so pretty all the time, but right now with the sparkles and the red, he looked amazing. You just wanted to kiss him all over his pretty face. You watched James shake his hands out. He was anxious but you knew he had this in the bag. He let out a huff, staring down at the ice.

His song started, it was engraved in your head. You watched their practice so much you knew both their songs like the back of your hand. You saw James’ trips and frustration, and all the mistakes that made him want to drop out of the competition. Now that he was finally on the ice, finally just out there doing his routine, you couldn’t be more proud. You could see the influence Regulus had on him, he pulled some of Regulus’ favorite moves. He spun he jumped he skated, it was wild. The big finale came you could see the anxiety on James’ face, in the few glimpses you caught, he jumped into the air. James spun in the air, you held your breath. You’d seen him fall on this part a hundred times. He just couldn’t figure out how to land it. You reached back, gripping tightly onto SIrius’ arm. All within a millisecond, your fear blossomed into pure joy. James’ feet landed on the ice and he skated away from both your anxieties.

James landed his flying spin. You shot up from your seat, screaming your head off. Cheering until you were positive your throat would be sore in the morning. James’ routine finished, he saluted to the judges before skating away back towards the locker rooms. He smiled brightly, showing off his dimples and smile linsd up by his eyes. He glanced around at the stands. You waved your arms around as you continued to cheer, hoping he could see you through the glass. His eyes landed on you, and his smile brightened. James waved at you with both hands, his smile getting somehow brighter. You clapped as he left the ice. Once he was out of eyesight, you settled back into your seat.

Your cheeks felt sore from smiling as you looked back at Sirius. You tilted your head to the side at his raised eyebrow.

“You got it bad, baby. You need to jump his bones before you collapse your lungs from that screaming.” Sirius said, rubbing your arm reassuringly. You sighed before shrugging.

“I can’t support my friend?” You sent Sirius a wink before looking back at the rink to gaze upon the next atrocious outfit.

In your personal opinion, it took way too many people before it was time for Regulus’ routine. You waited and complained and waited and complained. Then finally after seeing the ugliest orange suit, there he was.

Regulus’ outfit was black from the waist to the legs and green from the neck to the waist. They met at a blended angular line. Along the black were swirly lines of black gems. The green had swirling lines of silver. Truly you weren't sure if you’ve ever wanted to rip off one of his suits more. You watched as Regulus death stared at the ice. You knew that was just his determined look but if it was directed at a person you’d be concerned for their health. He pulled his arms up behind his neck, staring down at the ground. He tapped his fingers on the back of his neck.

“Anxious stim, I don’t know why he’s worried. He’s going to be perfectly fine.” Sirius muttered. You nodded.

“He’s got all perfectionist brain. He’ll trip and he’s pissed for the rest of the day.” You said shaking your head. Sirius hummed, tapping his lips with his fingers.

“Regulus was like that as a kid, too. You know, once when we were kids-“ You pressed your finger to SIrius’ lips. Sirius made a disagreeing sound.

“He’s starting.” Regulus’ music started. He skated onto the ice, glancing over at the judges. Regulus set his jaw before moving into his routine. You squeezed Sirius’ hand tightly as you watched him fly through his routine like it was nothing. He was amazing it was like he was born with this talent. Even with all his practice it never looked hard for him. Regulus could glide like he was a gift straight from the stars. It was just that one jump. He worked so hard to figure out how to land his front flip. You watched him fall flat on his ass so many times. You kissed the bruises from his trips. You rubbed his back when the stress from this stupid flip manifested itself into muscle tension. Now finally you got to watch him on the big stage.

Regulus picked up speed before he pushed off the ice, head pointing towards the ground. You gripped Sirius’ hand tighter with both hands. Sirius held his breath, watching his brother fly in the air. Regulus’ legs pointed flat out. He tipped to the ground as you leaned forward in your seat. You and Sirius, both muttering praises. His foot landed and he skated away, effectively landing his flip. You squealed, shaking SIrius’ hand back and forth. You both looked at each other, almost knocking heads. Regulus wrapped up his routine with a classic Regulus move; a spin so fast you were sure he would vomit. He saluted to the judges before heading towards off the ice.

You and Sirius both stood up. You whistled loudly while Sirius cheered. You dropped Sirius’ hand to clap. Regulus looked up in your direction. He pressed the tips of his fingers to his lips before jutting both his hands out to you. You cheered again. Regulus waved at you both. He wasn’t exactly known for his bright smiles but you still saw the small, though slightly smothered, grin. Sirius screamed, making the people around you glance back.

“That’s my fucking boyfriend, dipshits! I suck his dick! I love you, sign my ass!” You screamed. Regulus shook his head, staring down at the ice. The people around you gave you disgusted looks, though some were amused. Sirius cheered again as Regulus fully left the rink. You sighed happily as you sat back down.

“That was great, I wanna go home now.” You said, smiling at Sirius. He hummed in agreement. After a few more contestants, a few more insults towards their routines, and a couple more laughs with Sirius, a judge clutching a microphone skated to the center of the rink. Four more people dressed in all black skated towards him, a giant podium held up between them. Each one gripping onto a corner. They settled it behind the judge, The judge glanced back at the podium, smiling at the crowd behind the glass.

“Well they were all stunning, but I’m here to announce the winners. Now every one of these people worked extremely hard for where they are today. With that in mind, here we go.” The judge reached into their pocket. They pulled out a piece of paper unfolding it. You leaned back towards Sirius.

“He’s fine right? We’re going to win? He’s totally got this.” You whispered. Sirius nodded, reaching for your hand and gripping it between the two of his.

“Yeah, yeah, he’s fine. Totally fine.” Sirius said, sitting forward. With his grip on your hand, you could tell he was nervous too. Even though you both have seen Regulus win a million billion times. Even though you’ve seen him land jumps, perfect his routine, and stand up there on every podium he looks at, you are still worried for him. Judges can be harsh, harsher than Regulus is on himself. You just wanted him to be proud of himself. You wanted to see him up there on the first-place podium, holding his flowers and smiling with the power of a million suns.

“Alright, well, here it is. Taking home the bronze, in third place, is Yemima Cotterill.” The judge said, throwing one arm out towards the entrance. A gorgeous woman in a green and blue suit skated onto the rink, waving at the crowd. A ginormous smile, showing all her teeth. The four people in black suits helped her up onto the podium, standing on the shortest part. They then handed the judge the bronze medal. Yemima leaned down towards the judge. The judge pulled the medal over her head letting it settle on her chest. She smiled down at her medal. The judge then handed her a bouquet of sunflowers and blue baby’s breath. The the judge turned back around as Yemima looked down at her bouquet and medal.

“Alright, In second place, bringing home the silver, is James Potter.” The judge swung his arm back again. You shot up from your seat, cheering once again. You knew tomorrow you’d have to drink some hot tea before talking to Regulus. James skated towards the center, grinning from ear to ear. He waved towards the crowd as they screamed. James' eyes lingered in your direction, pulling up both hands to wave at you. He was helped up onto the other side of the podium. He leaned over as the judge pulled the silver medal over his head. James waved at Yemima. He started motioning with his hands, from what you could tell he was telling her how amazing she was. She laughed and made a motion to thank him. The judge then handed Jams a bouquet of lavender stock, lilacs, and a handful of roses. James cradled the bouquet to his chest as he stared down at his medal. He smiled brightly, he reached up and swiftly wiped at his eyes, grinning down at the bouquet. The judge turned back towards the crowd.

“Finally, in the first place, you’ve probably seen him in the newspaper. You’ve probably seen his plaques or medals in another rink, but right now you’re going to see him standing up there on the first-place podium.” You stayed standing up, holding Sirius’ arm to your chest. The judge gestured out to the entrance again.

“Regulus Black.” You screamed as your lovely boyfriend skated in towards the center. You quickly pulled Sirius in for a hug as you both cheered loudly. Regulus waved around, kissing to fingers and pointing them in your direction. The people in black suits helped him up to the top podium. He leaned down as the judge pulled his gold medal over his head. Regulus thanked him, pressing his hands together. Finally, the judge handed Regulus a bouquet of green hydrangea and roses. Regulus held it to his chest before leaning over to Yemima. He said something before sticking up a thumbs up. Yemima smiled, pressing a hand to her chest. James reached out and patted Regulus’ arm.

Regulus turned to face him. James said something that made Regulus smile. Regulus reached out and grabbed onto James’ medal. Regulus leaned down to admire James’ medal. You grinned, looking back at Sirius. You turned back to look at Regulus. He pulled on James’ medal before jerking forward. Your jaw dropped as you watched Regulus kiss James on the podiums. You pressed your hands to your cheeks, gasping loudly. James, leaned closer, standing up on his tippy toes to make up for the distance caused by the podium. You laughed as the photographer clicked away. Regulus pulled back and held his medal up in triumph. You cheered and shook Sirius’ arm. James held his flowers up, covering up his flustered grin. It was not often Regulus smiled. He grinned or grimaced. His lips would twinge sometimes. He’d have a soft smile that was more of just a flat line. But a flat-out, teeth and all-smile? It was uncommon.

Now with a flustered James next to him, a winner's bouquet in his arms, a medal around his neck, and a winner's check surely on his way, he was grinning with a good portion of his teeth. It’s the little things. He waverd around before leaning back towards James. Regulus whispered something towards him. James nodded, pulling the flowers away from his face. They both turned in the direction of your seats. Regulus and James pressed their fingers to their lips before sending their air kisses towards you. You pretended to catch the kisses.

After pictures were taken and most of the spectators left, Regulus met you and Sirius outside the rink. He had his duffle bag swung over his body and his bouquet still in his arms. You held your arms out once you saw him. Regulus picked up his pace just barely, making a weird run-walk to get to you. He wrapped his arms around you, the bouquet smacking your back. His weight crashing into you made you both rock back and forth. You muttered praises about how well he did in his ear. As he pulled back, Regulus pressed a kiss to your cheek. Sirius pulled him into a hug the second you weren’t holding onto Regulus. Sirius ruffled Regulus’ hair. Regulus groaned and pulled away, smacking Sirius on the arm.

“Lemme see the gold, you asswipe,” Sirius said. Regulus groaned throwing his head back. Regulus shoved his hand into his bag, retrieving the gold medal. He handed it to Sirius. Sirius cradled it in between his palms, smiling down at it.

“It’ll go perfectly over your favorite bookshelf,” Sirius said, sarcastically. Regulus snatched the medal away before sticking it out to you. It was heavier than you thought it would be but it still caught the setting sun. You handed it back to Regulus before looking over his shoulder.

“Where’s James?” You asked. Regulus’ face fell. He reached out towards you, grabbing onto your wrists.

“I’m so sorry for kissing him before talking to you. I got caught up in the adrenaline. I should’ve talked to you. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Regulus said, staring at you with worried eyes. You’d compare him to a sad puppy but he was truly more cat-like. You smiled and kissed his cheek.

“Could not care less. It was hot-“

”Gross.” Sirius muttered.

“-and I’ve been waiting on you to be ready so we can make a move but this was the most dramatic way to confess. I suppose that’s what I get for dating a relative of Sirius.” You heard Sirius groan next to you.

“You guys are total bitches.” Sirius muttered. Regulus hummed, keeping his eyes on you.

“But yeah, James is calling his parents to let them know he got silver.” You nodded, glancing back at the door to see James jogging towards you guys. James was holding onto his bouquet with his medal around his neck. His duffle bag was swung around, bouncing against his back. He finally reached you guys, glancing at Sirius.

“Speak of the devil,” Regulus muttered. You quickly attacked James with a hug. He grunted, hugging you back. You pulled back.

“You did so amazing you have no idea, you were gorgeous out there.” You said, walking back to your spot. You reached out for Regulus’ hand, intertwining your fingers. James glanced down at your hands, an uncomfortable look gracing his face.

“I know I can’t believe I beat Yemima. She was spectacular. Do you see that jump she did? She was like flying.” James said. Sirius nodded.

“I agree, she was amazing.” James glanced at Sirius uncomfortably. Regulus sputtered, lurching forward to point at Sirius.

“Where are my manners? James this is Sirius, my brother. Sirius this is James, possibly the first person I think would actually have a shot at beating me.” Regulus gestured between the two of them. James awed, staring at Regulus.

“You think I could beat you?” James asked, sounding incredibly touched. Regulus shrugged.

“With some training and maybe if I broke something but yes,” Regulus said, making James snort.

“Nice to meet you, Sirius.” James stuck his hand out to Sirius. Sirius shook it. James gasped and turned to you.

“I had no idea Regulus was going to kiss me. I’m sure it meant nothing. I’m not a homewrecker I promise.” You snorted at James, resting your head on Regulus’ shoulder. James stared between the two of you with an awkward look.

“No need to sweat it James, we’ve been thinking of asking you to join our relationship for months. Reggie just has chilly feet.” You said, grinning at James. Regulus groaned, pulling his head away from you in disagreement. You pulled Regulus back to you, kissing his cheek.

“I love you and your chilly feet, even though you leave underwear on the bathroom floor.” Your words were smothered by the squishy skin of Regulus’ cheek.

“He still does that? I thought Mother beat it out of him at 7.” Sirius muttered, smacking your shoulder with the back of his hand in shock. Regulus shook his head.

“No she tried, but I just started bringing Creature more caramel candies,” Regulus said. James raised an eyebrow.

“Who’s Creature? Also, your mother hit you?” James asked looking between Sirius and Regulus.

“Creature was one of our butlers, he really liked caremal. Once when I was a teen, I hooked up with this guy in a guest room, we had like thirty so nobody would notice anyway, Creature totally caught him trying to sneak out so I bought him three full bags of camamel candies and it was never mentioned again.” Sirius said. Regulus gasped.

“Oh yeah, I remember that guy. He asked me if he could collect my fingernails when I was asleep.” Regulus pointed at Sirius as he shared another childhood story that made you concerned. Sirius grimaced.

“Yeah, he was weird,” Sirius muttered, shaking his head at the ground before shivering. You looked over at James to find him sunken in on himself, clutching his flowers closer.

“Oh, you guys are traumatizing James.” You said, pulling away from Regulus to hold onto James’ arm. You started leading James away towards the car. You three carpooled. Sirius drove on his own, he only trusted his own driving.

“Yeah, I wonder what it did to us,” Regulus muttered. After you all said your goodbyes, You, James, and Regulus headed out for a late dinner. Over your food, you discussed the future of your relationship and when it was finally time to decline dessert, you had all decided that you and Regulus were officially dating James. And vice versa. You drove James back home. Regulus lugged James’ heavy duffle inside while you kissed James goodnight. James held the door open for you as you stepped down to his front doorstep. You held your hand out for Regulus as he moved past James. Regulus leaned up, smacking a kiss on James’ cheek before grabbing onto your hand and walking toward the car with you. The second you two got home, you both collapsed face-first into the matress and silently decided to never ever leave the house again.

In the morning, after you bribed Regulus to get out of bed with coffee, you went out to get the mail. You picked up the newspaper off the driveway and headed back inside. While Regulus was making his coffee and starting breakfast, you pulled the rubber band off the newspaper. You pulled open the paper, scanning the headline. ’Ice Skating prodigy, Regulus Black caught cheating on the podium’ in big bold letters sprawled over the paper. You looked down at the image underneath. It was of Regulus and James kissing on the podium. You glanced over at Yemima noticing now that her mouth was covered by both her hands in shock. You looked back at the picture of your two boyfriends, wondering where you should frame this.

“Your ass photographs well, you could bounce a quarter off that thing.” You muttered. Regulus looked up from the pan he was making breakfast with.

“Hm?” You turned the paper around to show the headline. Regulus frowned, moving closer to investigate. He grumbled.

“They make it sound like I cheated in the competition in the headline. Not to mention I didn’t even cheat romantically. They’re just too ignorant to understand non-monogamy.” Regulus tossed the paper onto the table in frustration, turning back to the pan. You hummed, picking the paper back up again.

“Well I think it’s a very adorable picture, I kinda wanna frame it.” You turned the page, searching for a very specific section. Regulus grumpily hummed, sounding particularly peaved about the whole thing.

“Oh yes, we should take to the rink when we go with my medal. They can frame it next to my suit and first medal.” Regulus mocked sarcastically. You nodded, turning more pages.

“Yeah, see. You’re getting it now.” You mumbled before finally reaching the section you wanted; the funnies. A week later, You, James, and Regulus were all standing in front of the glass case at Regulus’ rink. His new medal was hung next to all the other ones while the new newspaper clipping was hung up next to his framed suit. It took a good amount of convincing and Regulus pulling the ‘Do you know who I am?’ Card which he was not happy about. Nonetheless, the beautiful headline and picture of your two boyfriends was there. James’ medal was hung up in his home but you doubted it couldn’t be too terribly long before he had his own glass case.

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darkpuppysuit · 3 months ago

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💜The Master List💜

Come with Y/n on this hilarious fun filled adventure after one stormy night brings in seven of the most handsome and quite caring hybrids she's ever met to her generational family farm.

(Angst, Fluff, Crack, Smut, Past Abuse, Family bonds/issues, plus size reader, hybrid BTS)

Coming Soon🐺

Y/n has been alone for most of her life or at least that's what she thought. After coming back to her hometown for an open job at the local clinic just a few days after graduating college, she soon finds herself in the middle of all things supernatural.

Will she take it in stride or will she turn tail and run away like she has before?

Stay tuned to find out....

Happiness Hybrid!BTS au

Kim Namjoon🐨

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Kim Seokjin🐹

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Min Yoongi🐈‍⬛

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Jung Hoseok🐿️

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Park Jimin🐣

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Kim Taehyung🐯

More to Come....

Jeon Jungkook🐰

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I also take requests! So if any of the girls and the gays have anything you'd like me to write or anything you just let me know by sending me a message or doing a little ask! I'll be more than happy to put my best foot forward to bring your ideas (no matter how small) to life to the best of my abilities!

Also excuse the chunky, clunky master list I've never made one before and I'm really trying to make it look decently (okay) pretty...

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the-ninjago-historian · 4 months ago

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New Dragons Rising Article!

(EDIT: I blurred out the episode title last minute. I was feeling paranoid about it. Lol. And I made some last minute grammer fixes. Enjoy!)

The episode titles and descriptions for Season 2 Part 2 just dropped today! There's TONS of new info and lore to unpack. So let's get started! *SPOILERS BELOW THE THE CUT!*

1: So first off we have The Shape of Motion. (This title is clearly parodying The Shape of Water. Lol.) It seems they will be picking up a new baby dragon! Riyu is gonna be a big brother! How cute!💖 I hope Arin finds his parents too. Poor guy.😔

2: Now we have Enter the City of Temples. The Ninja must have found out about the tournament and decided to go there. But why? We're not sure yet. I would think they would want to stay away from the tournament, considering what happened in the last one.😅 Also, Kai and Bonzle are attempting to escape. So that's cool! You guys will get to see them too!

3: Next is Gathering for The Feast. Some how I get an ominous feeling about that title for some reason. Lol. Also, looks like the Ninja's earned their invites somehow and are now in the tournament! And it looks this is the episode where we'll see the return of some old Elemental Masters!

4: Now we have Inside the Maze. This episode is VERY interesting. So much to unpack! Because it's the first mention of some new artifacts. The Horns. Specifically, The Dragon Horns. Arin and the others must have heard about them in the last episode. What are these horns exactly? Are they like instrument type horns? Or literal dragon horns? We'll have to wait and see. We also have a new character called Frak! And finally, something ALL you Jaya shippers have been waiting for...

JAYA TOURNAMENT BATTLE WITH AMNESIA JAY!!!⚡🌊⚡🌊⚡🌊⚡🌊⚡🌊⚡🌊

This is gonna break y'all hearts, I know it.🤣

5: Next is United We Fall. Oh boy! It's named after one of my favorite TSFH songs! Haha! Just kidding! Anyways, poor Wyldefyre is pitted against CINDER?!?! The guy who broke her leg?! Yikes! Looks like it didn't go well either. And the Ninja will have to win they way back into the tournament through a race!

6: Now we have Truth and Lies. Finally a Wu mention! But it doesn't look good. I have a feeling Ras is lying though. Or not. And we'll get some racing action from the rest of the ninjas!

7: Next is The Shattering Sword. Sounds like something from Lloyd's vision, huh? And we get to see the new character Roby giving Arin a museum tour and some new info on the source dragons! (It would be hilarious if Roby was working for Ras the entire time.😂) And here's how to pronounce Roby's name, if you're curious.

8: Next is Clues and Suspects! Tons of cool stuff in this episode! Roby has a way bigger role then I thought! There's a new character mentioned named Bleckt? (I wonder if that's a typo?) Also, FINALLY A ZEATRIX MENTION! And they're transferring her powers for some reason? The how and why are unclear. Also, this new character Bleckt is somehow connected to Arin's investigation. And possibly part of The Administration, since they mention he has an office. My guess is that these Dragon Horn thingies were confiscated by the Administration or something.

9: And here we have The Final Game. That doesn't sound good. Arin learns a "Devastating Secret about the Merge" Uh oh. Cole stays behind to protect the Dragon horns! What??? Oh no! Sora faces off against Nokt and Wyldefyre is too late to stop the "Manipulation of the Games!" OH NO. Yeah, this one is gonna be pretty chaotic. Yikes.

10: Finally, we have Elements of Betrayal. THAT'S AN EVEN WORSE TITLE! It's making me more nervous than the last one!

There's a new location called The Monastery of Gates. That I guess these Dragon Horns are at? Arin, Zane, and Cole seems like a fun combination. Should be a cool fight! And it looks like the elemental masters have lost their powers once again are going to be fighting Ras and his wolf warrior army. NoBoDy SaW tHaT cOmInG. Pfft.

Aaaaaaand, that's it for now. Wow! So much stuff! Sounds like it will be a very exciting collection of episodes! Hope you had fun reading this!

Bye for now!

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m-jelly · 4 months ago

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Ulterior Motive - Chapter 4

Levi x reader

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, mafia, Gangs, Alternate Universe - Gangsters, Gangsters, Yakuza, Alternate Universe - Yakuza, Romance, Love, Love Confessions, True Love, First Love, Yandere aspects, Protective Levi Ackerman, Possessive Levi Ackerman, Tattooed Levi Ackerman, Blood and Violence, Eventual Smut, Childhood Friends

In this chapter: Levi is at work with you and he keeps an eye on you. During your shift a man and his friends disgustingly talk about you, so Lucas, Shino and Levi teach them a lesson. After beating them, Levi returns to you. You give Levi head and he devours you after.

Ao3

Part 5

“Peach.” Lucas softly called. “Not that I don’t love you’re engaged now to that madman, but could you possibly say something to him?” The two of you saw Levi pacing and glaring at people wanting to go for you like some big vicious guard dog. “He’s scaring customers.”

You giggled at how cute your lover was being. “I’ll have a word.” You trotted over to Levi with people watching you closely, it was like a bunch of horny beings in heat waiting for a potential mate to be free for their attack. “Levi?”

Levi turned to you and lit up. “Bunny!”

You grabbed his hands and kissed them. “I love that you’re here to look after me, but you’re kind of…mm…”

He tilted his head and looked like a sweet puppy in your eyes. “Kind of?”

You leaned closer and whispered. “Scaring customers. It’s not fair to my friends. Could you possibly relax a bit? If I need help I promise to shout for you.”

His shoulders slumped when he realised he was being a bit overbearing. “Ah, you’re right. I’ll tone it down.” He sighed. “I just worry about you. You’re so pretty and kind that some disgusting and nasty man could grab you. I will not let anyone have you.”

You patted his hands against his cheeks, like a light slap to snap him out of it. “Darling Mr wolf of a man, please be a good boy.”

He pouted in your hands. “I’m a good boy.”

You kissed him before nuzzling your nose against his. “You’re the best. Are you going to be okay with me going back to work?”

He released a long sigh. “I guess so.”

You placed Levi’s hands on your boobs. “Little boost for you.”

He squeezed your plump breasts as a light blush dusted his cheeks. “I feel energised.”

You moved his hands. “Good!” You kissed him. “I love you.”

He wrapped his arms around you. “I love you too.”

You pulled from his arms and blew him some kisses. “I’ll get back to work then.”

“Be careful.”

“Promise!” You waved to Levi before walking away and finding a little spot to work. You smiled when three men instantly approached you. “Hello, young masters. Are you all together?”

All three man were in their late 30s and early 40s. The leader, who clearly spent too much money on his suit, took the lead. “We are. We were hoping you would keep us company.”

You grinned. “Of course, masters.” You held up a tablet. “For a fee.” You giggled as they tapped it quickly to pay for your time. “Thank you so much!” You lowered it and turned. “This way!” You led them to a booth that Levi could keep an eye on. “You must all be so thirsty. Working jobs is so hard.” You sat close to the leader and leaned closer to show off your cleavage. “I bet you’re all so powerful!”

The leader smirked. “I sell the most bonds in my company. A lot of them internally.”

You gasped. “You mean, the naughty selling?”

He winked at you. “Yep. You like that?”

You hummed a laugh. “I think it’s pretty cool. I enjoy danger.”

He bought you a lot of drinks and snacks for the table because of that. “Well, I’m a powerful man.” He chuckled and leaned closer. “I’m so powerful that even Levi Ackerman is scared of me.”

You knew very well that was a lie, but you thought it’d be fun to mess with him and maybe make Levi jealous. When Levi got jealous he acted and this man in front of you needed a good lesson that Levi could beat into him. “Woooow! That’s so impressive.”

He glanced at his men and then back at you. “I’m glad I impress you.”

You leaned over him, grabbed some food and then pulled back making sure you brushed him a bit and the other men got an eyeful. “I like bad guys, they’re a lot more fun.”

He blushed hard at being touched by you. “You…ha…”

You pouted. “Oh boo, we’re almost out of time.”

He quickly grabbed the tablet and tapped on it. “We can’t have that! We need you here longer. I have more stories.”

You giggled in delight. “Wonderful!”

It seemed like forever that you were sat there with him bragging about the things he was doing, or how he had scared and impressed Levi. Boredom was consuming you and you wished that you could get Levi in, beat him up and then run off with you. Thankfully, you needed the toilet so you pressed your little alarm for a host or hostess to cover for you.

Lucas strolled over with a huge air of confidence about him. “Evening gents. I’m here to relieve this little lady for a bit. She needs a tiny break to freshen up.”

You rose to your feet. “I’ll only be about five minutes, okay?”

The leader nodded. “Sure, Peach, we’re happy to wait for you.”

You hugged Lucas’s arm. “Come on Knight, escort me.”

Lucas pulled you to a little corner hidden from the men. “You alright with those lot?”

You hummed. “Yeah, but Levi needs to know about them.” It took you a few moments to break everything down and get it all out. “At first I wanted to play, but now I’m mad because they’re messing with lovely small businesses. Could you tell Levi for me?”

“Sure thing. Go to the loo then.”

“Thank you!”

He shifted and leaned against the wall with the men on the other side. He strained his ears and listened closely. At first, they were commenting on your body, but then it got sexual which was normal for men to say in host clubs. Lucas was extra irritated because he saw you like his sister and he hated how disgusting they were being.

Shino walked over feeling irritated. “Why you here?”

Lucas hushed him. “Covering for Peach while she’s in the loo. I’m trying to listen to the twats behind me.”

“Bad?”

“Awful.” He clenched his jaw. “Shit. Grim, it’s getting bad.”

Shino moved and listened. “Let’s hear.”

The leader laughed. “She’s a dumb fucking cunt. She’s hooked on my every word. I am looking forward to using her as a cum dump later. I know she’ll come with us to a hotel. She’s gagging for us. I’ll use her first though, I want to break her in then you two can have her for a bit. It’ll be real good leaving her in that room with her makeup ruined from tears and every hole leaking with our loads.”

Another chimed in. “She’s desperate for us. We should work more on wooing her.”

“Easy!”

Shino snarled in disgust. “Those…” He saw a vein popping on Lucas’s neck. “Resist. Inform the boss. I’ll take over looking after her.”

Lucas bowed his head. “Got it.” He shifted forward and noticed you coming back. “Hey, Peach?”

Your eyes sparkled as you gazed at him, still so innocent and unaware of how wickedly the men you were returning to had spoken of you. “Mm?”

“Lay off the flirting with this group, okay? Dump ‘em soon.”

You nibbled your lip as a sinking feeling crept in. “Bad?”

He nodded. “Bad. Be careful. Shino is on standby.”

“Got it.”

He kept walking and went right over to Levi at his table. “Boss? Need a word.”

Levi raised a brow. “What happened with those men Peach has been flirting with, hm? I know she’s tried to get me to be jealous and it is working.”

“This is serious.”

Levi’s whole aura shifted to something dark and cold. “Explain.”

The more Lucas talked the darker the aura around Levi became, it was now in pure kill mode. Lucas sighed. “She doesn’t know about the things they said. She shouldn’t know because that’ll break her.”

Levi rose to his feet. “She’ll never know. I have a plan and I need you and Shino to assist.”

“We’ll help with anything.”

Levi strutted over to your table and put on a fake smile. “Gentleman, a little birdy told me all about you. Colour me impressed. I would like to do business with you. Make an offer of sorts.” He waved Shino over. “This is Shino, also known as Masashi Shinohara and is from a very powerful and smart family. He will help us with our business meeting.”

The leader had looked terrified at first, but now he was grinning wide. “We’d be honoured.” He stood up and shoved you out of the way. “Move it, tuts, men need to work.”

Levi’s eye twitched in annoyance, but he had a plan. “Now, gentleman, that’s no way to treat a lady.” He took your hand and pulled you against him. He lowered his voice to a tantalising whisper. “I’ve got to take care of these men, okay? Be a good girl and wait in my office until one of us is back to look after you.” He pulled back a bit and smiled. “Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay. Be safe.”

He pinched your cheek. “You are so adorable.” He hummed a laugh, it warmed his heart that you cared so much about him and worried like you did, but he was strong, really strong. “Remember to lock the office.”

“Promise.”

He held your chin and lightly kissed you. “Good girl.” He released you and walked with the businessmen. “Now, let’s do business.”

All six men walked through the host club and slipped into the back. The first part of the back was what you would expect, it was normal but these three needed to go to the special back section. Shino and Lucas knew what to do when they reached the back. At the same time, Levi placed his hands in his pockets and stared at the leader of the little leader of the businessmen who made the worst comments about you. Shocked by his friends being yanked into seats and tied to them, he said nothing and didn’t move either, he just stared at Levi in fear.

The businessman shook on the spot. “M-Mr Ackerman. I-I.”

Levi stared at him. “Take a seat for me and we’ll talk.”

He dropped into the seat. “Y-Yes, sir.”

Levi winced as the two other men cried and begged. “Tch, I fucking hate people who whine and whinge when they know they’ve done wrong.”

Shino showed Levi some pliers. “Would you like me to take their tongues?”

Lucas showed Shino some tape. “Or this? We don’t have to go right to ripping their tongues out. You have a dark side, huh?”

“Says the man who enjoys seeing how many teeth he can punch out of someone’s mouth.”

Lucas chuckled. “It’s fun. Besides, if we pull their tongues out it’s too much too soon.”

Shino hummed. “You’re right.” He stared at one man. “He’s pissed himself.”

“Not surprised.”

Levi released a long sigh. “Tape for now, pliers for later.”

Shino grinned. “Understood.”

Levi looked down at his smart shoes, stuck one foot forward and tilted his shoe so he could admire the shine. “Honesty would make this go a lot smoother for you all. So, I want you to tell me to my face what you said about Peach.” He looked up. “The faster you tell me and the more honest you are, the better.”

The man panicked. “I just…I said a few silly things, that’s all.”

“I’m losing my patience.”

He shook in fear as his friends screamed behind the tape on their mouths. “I was just joking around. She’s just a hostess!”

Lucas made a buzzer noise you’d hear in a game show. “Wrong answer.”

Shino flicked his blade out. “It’s been a while.”

The man watched in horror as one friend had pieces of skin sliced off him while his other had small bones broken. “I don’t understand!”

Levi cracked his neck. “That beautiful, cute, smart and funny little bunny you call just a hostess is my fiancée. She’s the love of my life. She works here for fun because she enjoys it.”

His eyes widened in pure horror. “I…I didn’t know…”

“I’m extra furious because she is mine, but I also don’t tolerate vile words spouted about my people.” He spat his words as he felt the rage take over. “Tell me what you said about her.”

The man lowered his head and began confessing what Lucas overheard. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I just…I…she is so…she’s so…fuckable.”

Levi’s body twisted in a graceful and fluid motion. His body turned allowing his foot to collide with the man’s face. A loud crack of bone breaking echoed in the room. Blood arched and spatted against the cold floor. Before the man had time to register what had been done to him, Levi grabbed a fist full of his cheap shirt and began hitting him over and over. It didn’t matter that his knuckles got cut up from the teeth of the man of that spit and blood was soaking the man’s shirt and some blood was on Levi. What mattered most was that this man was punished for speaking such disgusting things about his precious love.

Lucas knew when to stop Levi, but Shino enjoyed the show. So, Lucas grabbed Levi’s shoulder, though Lucas and Shino were taller than Levi, they both feared the raw power of Levi Ackerman. Levi was walking death. “Boss?” Lucas leaned a little to see Levi’s eyes were dark. “You’re getting your clothes dirty.”

Levi snapped out of his rage-filled state and noticed the blood on him, he hadn’t lost control like that in a very long time, the last was when someone insulted his mother. “Tch, shit.”

Shino leaned closer to the broken man as he whimpered and admired the burst skin, weeping wounds and missing teeth. “I always ensure your office is supplied with replacement clothes. I must say, boss, this is admirable work.” He turned his head and peered over his glasses at Levi. “Your strength continues to amaze me.”

Lucas smirked. “Maybe he’s superhuman.”

Levi surprised the two men by chuckling. “Erwin and Mike have said the same thing.” He frowned a moment in thought before saying your name. “It won’t bother her, will it that I’m like this?”

“Nah, she’ll find it impressive.”

Shino stood up and pushed his glasses up. “Indeed. I believe she’ll find it rather appealing in a…personal sense.”

Levi knew he meant arousing and he was pretty sure it was true. “Thanks for the support.” He released a sigh. “For your hard work and help, you two may do whatever it is you want with these three. Please keep at least one alive, I need them to spread the word that no one touches my bunny.”

Shino grinned. “Absolutely, boss.”

Levi turned on his heels and strolled out of the back office and through the back halls to his office, he wanted to avoid customers seeing the state he was in. When he reached the back door to his office, he paused a moment and thought about how you would react to seeing blood on him. He loved you more than anything in this world and if you feared this side of him, it was likely to be over for the two of you.

The door flew open causing him to flinch. Fear and shame washed over him when you stood there staring at him. He lowered his head. “I uh…”

You grabbed a fistful of Levi’s shirt and whined. “I want to hug you really bad, but I know you don’t like mess.” You whined. “Do you have a change of clothes?”

His eyes widened. “Change of…mm…yes…” He smiled a little as he felt confident you didn’t fear him at all. He adored how you held his hand and pulled him into his office. “Does…does the blood not bother you?”

You glanced back at him. “Not at all. Your job involves gang stuff, so blood and wounds are expected.” You released his hand and opened the closet door. “Oo, nice clothes. I’m assuming this is Shino’s doing.”

“Mm, he’s always a step ahead.”

You grabbed a new pair of trousers and a smart shirt for him. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” He laid the clothes out on his desk and began unbuttoning his smart shirt. When he tugged his shirt out of his trousers and reached the bottom he heard a cute little whimper. He glanced over at you as he slowly dragged his shirt off his body. “What’s wrong? Oh, you see something you like.”

His body was almost godly with how it was. His skin looked smooth and soft with just a very subtle tan to it. The muscles were defined, but not too much, it looked soft and squishable. Scars were dotted all over his body, some were long and others were thick and obviously had been stitched. His pecs were so plump that you just wanted to squeeze them. The most enticing was the perfect trail of black hair going from the bottom of his belly button and down below his trousers.

You felt your body heat up. “I ah…I…I…”

He approached you, took your hands and placed them on his abs. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite you.” He leaned closer and whispered. “Only if you ask.”

You tilted your head a little. “Bite me.”

Levi’s eyes slowly widened. “What?”

You slid your hand up and squeezed one of his pecs. “You heard me.” You leaned up to his lips and smirked. “Bite. Me.”

With the power of your words inside him, he crashed his lips against yours as his greedy hands gripped at your body. He bit your bottom lip and tugged a bit which rewarded him with a moan from you. He kissed you again, his tongue moving with yours as you squeezed and gripped each other. Levi tugged your body firmly against his, the two of you moulded together so perfectly, like two puzzle pieces.

You leaned your head back and began panting as Levi bit and sucked your neck. You took his hand and placed it on your breast. Feeling him massage you right away was electrifying, it felt so right and you needed more. This man was so dangerous and powerful, he beat a wicked man for you but here he was touching you with such delicacy and kissing you with a fiery passion. The hands that took were so giving with you.

You moaned a little. “Levi?”

He released your shoulder. “Mm?”

You ran your hands up and down his body. “I want to do something for you.”

“For me?”

You pulled him to the sofa and sat him down. “Get comfy.”

He eyed you as you locked both doors. “Okay.”

You approached him. “I hope you like it.” You sank to your knees and pushed his legs open. You pushed your hands up his thighs and began massaging. “If you would allow it.” You licked your lips and reached for his belt. “May I?”

Levi began panting a little. “Are you sure? I mean, I haven’t done anything for you. I want to spoil you.”

You undid his belt and smiled. “This is spoiling me.” You leaned up and kissed him. “I promise.”

“But.”

You dragged his zip down. “I guess you’ll just have to give back, right?” You flicked your gaze at him. “I’m sure you have a few ideas.”

He smirked at you. “I can think of many.”

You tugged on his boxers. “Now, then.”

You pushed your hand in and felt his thick warm erection. A small delighted gasp escaped you, the man who’d been your friend for so long and now your lover had been hiding a beast. You lightly tugged him and bounced on the spot from your flinch. It surprised you how pretty his cock was. A tidy nest of black hair was at the base, soft to the touch. The shaft was thick and not too long, the perfect amount to take inside you. A vein wrapped around him and throbbed with his pulse, it made him look so pretty like he had a pattern. The tip was perfect, a lovely cap to his wonderful dick.

Levi watched as you moved him a little to look at everything he had to offer. He grunted when you released him by accident causing him to tap against your lips. He adored your little mewl of surprise. “Love.”

You smiled at him. “You look delicious.”

He chuckled. “Do I, now?”

You kissed his tip causing him to gasp. “May I?”

“Mm, I’m all yours.”

You kissed his tip over and over making him sigh happily. The heat of your tongue sent shivers down his spine. A smile spread over his lips as you tucked hair behind your ear and began to focus. Levi gripped the sofa tightly as your head sank lower on him. He could tell you were trying to take as much as possible, but he knew it wouldn't be possible. He reached down to you and caressed your cheek.

You looked up at Levi and hummed on him sending vibrations through him. You wiggled your head as you moved further down as your nose got closer to his pelvis. You gulped hard and felt him press every inch of your mouth. He was so thick and hot in your mouth, it aroused you so much a heat pooled between your legs. You stared at his perfect abs moving up and down as he panted a little.

Levi lifted your head a little. “Don’t force yourself, my love.”

You pulled your head back and kissed him. “Mm, I swear. Just relax, okay?”

He caressed your cheek and smiled as your head began bobbing. “How can I when my bunny is so cute?” He moaned in delight as feeling you suck him. “Darling.” He moaned your name. He felt his body burn with pleasure as you took him and devoured all of him. “You feel incredible.”

He grabbed the arm of the sofa and panted heavily, he resisted pumping himself up into your mouth. He felt the pleasure consume him, it was hard to hold back. A tingle of delight burned and throbbed through him as you sucked and moved your tongue over his cock. As you sucked him so perfectly you used your hand to pump him with your free hand. His head leaned back as he moaned out to the room.

He closed his eyes as his brows knitted together. The world around him faded away, the dull base of the club faded out and all that was left was the alluring sound of your moans. The heat of your body was intoxicating, he was losing himself and it felt incredible. He could feel the urge to cum. Knowing he was going to cum in your mouth made him feel a little funny, he thought more about cumming in you and instantly thought about cumming deep inside your pussy.

He looked down at you and was about to warn you, but it was too late. He came hard in your mouth. Hot ribbons of seed pumped onto your tongue. “A-Ah, s-sorry, love.”

You sucked everything he gave you and gulped. You pulled back and popped his cock from you. You smiled at him. “It’s okay, don’t be sorry. You felt good, right?”

He nodded. “More than good. You…you were…shit…I’ve never cum that fast.” He blushed. “It surprised me.” He tucked himself away and cleaned your face, but there was nothing there to clean. “I’m still sorry. I should have told you I was cumming.”

You leaned up and smiled. “Levi, it’s okay. I enjoyed it.” You moved towards him and paused. “Oh, sorry I can’t imagine you want to kiss me after…it’s dirty.”

Levi growled at your words, they upset him. He lightly grabbed your chin. “Who told you that you were dirty? You’re not dirty! You’re perfect, soft, sweet, sexy and beautiful.”

“An ex didn’t like to kiss me after I…you know…”

“I am not your ex.” Levi crashed his lips against yours and hummed in happiness. “Nothing could ever stop me from kissing you.”

You clung tightly to him. “Levi.”

He purred in delight. “I want to devour you, my lovely bunny.” He lifted you, turned and sat you on the sofa. “Just say yes.”

Your cheeks burned. “I ah...umm…”

He caressed your cheek. “I won’t do anything you don’t like.”

You looked away. “I’m just…I’m nervous about my body.”

He massaged your thighs as he smiled. “You’re beautiful.”

“I know you call me that, but…” You sighed.

“Trust me, bunny, I really do think you’re beautiful.”

You nibbled your lip. “You’re not doing it because you feel you have to?”

Levi grinned at you as he said your name. “You’re not making me do this. I don’t feel I have to. I want to. I want to, more than you know. I crave it.” He squeezed your thighs hard and moved closer to your heat the more aroused he became. “I think about it a lot.” His thumbs brushed his panties making you shiver. “I keep thinking about your taste. I want you to sit on me.”

You giggled. “Levi!”

He dragged your hips towards him making you moan. “Just the thought of you sitting on my face, thighs squeezing me and being able to eat you just makes me so happy.”

You grabbed a cushion and pressed your face against it a bit. “Mm, I want it.”

Levi held your panties and dragged them down your thighs. “Lift.”

You lifted your bum and let him slip them off. “Mm.”

He gazed at your lacy panties. “So soft.”

You giggled. “It feels nice.”

He placed them next to you and smiled. “You’re so soft.” He pushed his head under your dress making you gasp. “Mm.” He kissed up the inside of your thigh slowly. He nipped and sucked your sensitive skin as he went. He covered your skin in so many lovebites that he knew if you wore anything slightly short people would see it. “Mine.”

You squeaked as he shoved your legs over his shoulders. Before you could speak his mouth was on you. Your head leaned back as your eyes rolled back into your head. The pleasure that came from Levi’s tongue and mouth on you was breathtaking. It was clear this man had perfected the skills, you just didn’t want to think about how many times he must have done this to get this good. All that mattered was how much he loved you and how incredible he was.

You pressed your face against the cushion as you moaned loudly into it. You gripped it hard as your body started to burn with pleasure. You threw your head back as he pulled you closer to his mouth like he wasn’t getting enough of you. A shiver went through you as his tongue dragged from your soaking pussy up to your clit. You shivered as he sucked and moved his tongue against you. Each pattern and letter he traced was better than the last.

Your thighs pressed against Levi’s face making him growl. You started rolling your hips as the pleasure intensified. All your worries and fears washed away, you dropped your cushion and tangled your fingers in Levi’s soft hair. You tugged hard as you felt euphoric, never before in your life had a man made you feel this good. You bucked up against him as you felt so close.

You leaned your head back more. “Levi. I’m.” You clenched his face hard between your thighs as you cried out in bliss. Your orgasm burned through every inch of you. “F-Fuck.”

Levi lapped up your release and hummed in delight. He kissed the inside of your thighs before dragging his head out. He admired you and the glow on your face. “You look so pretty when you cum.”

You covered your face with your hands. “Leviii.”

He leaned up and moved your hands from your face. “Don’t hide.” He kissed you and mewled in delight. “My little bunny.”

You nibbled your lip and pressed your thighs around Levi. “Levi?”

“Mm?”

You picked up your panties and pushed them down into his underwear, you made sure to put them around his cock. “For you to keep until we get home.”

He moaned at the feel of your hand and silk. “Naughty bunny.”

You kissed him. “I’ll have no underwear on when we go home.”

He growled. “I need to get you home. Now.”

You giggled in delight. “Take me home.”

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