#the deer prompt was a dream I had

[claypigeonpottery]

made two medium sized plates, one oval, one round. they won’t be ready to carve for awhile few days but I want to start sketching

can’t decide on subject matter so it’s poll time!

some of these might be better suited to larger pieces but we’ll see

[wholoveseggs]

I just read your latest fic and omg! I love your writing style and the way you write the reader as a virgin is chefs kiss! Okay now I feel like we need a Klaus x virgin!Reader fic from you to complete the set. I don't have any ideas on the scenario so hopefully your brilliant mind can come up with something or you can combine it with another request? But can the reader be like 25+ (only because that's around the age that I imagine Klaus to be) and life just happened and life with the Original Vampires never really left room for relationships and she didn't want to just fuck some random stranger for her first time?

Dreams

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

{Klaus Mikaelson x f!reader} A drunken confession leads to an unexpected night with Klaus, where fantasy blurs into reality, and your first time becomes unforgettable.

♡♡ thanks for the request beautiful anon!!! &&.. you are right I have to complete the set ~xo ♡♡

3.9k words - Warnings: smuttt, first time, virgin!reader, teasing, oral sex (f!receiving), drunk Rebekah, sex dream confessions, reader insecurity && Klaus being sweet...

“I swear on my eternity, I won’t tell a soul,” Rebekah promised, eyes wide and wine-glossed.

You squinted at her. “You said that last time.”

“That was about stealing from Elijah’s wine stash. This is your sex life. Entirely different. Totally private.” She drained the dregs of her glass, then held it out. You refilled it, trying not to roll your eyes.

“What sex life?” You muttered.

Rebekah gave you a look, all wide-eyed and scandalised, “You mean to tell me,” she began, dramatically setting her wineglass down like the stem offended her, “you’ve never...wait. Not even once?”

You groaned, already regretting everything. “Can we not...”

“Not even a casual drunken hookup?” she pressed, scandalized. “You’re twenty-seven.”

“Exactly. And busy. And constantly surrounded by immortal egomaniacs with god complexes,” you muttered, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. “Not exactly a dating pool.”

“And yet,” she said, one brow arching like a knife, “you’ve had plenty of time to dream about my brother bending you over every surface in the compound.”

Your mouth dropped open. “What did you just say? You said you wouldn't tell anyone about that!"

Rebekah shrugged, a mischievous smile playing over her lips. "It was a slip of the tongue."

You groaned again.

She nudged your ankle with her bare foot. "Don't be embarrassed. It's actually rather endearing that you've got such a schoolgirl crush."

"It's not a crush. I don't know what it is," you confessed. "They just happen, okay? It's not like I want them to. But the suddenly he's there, and the next thing I know... he's not wearing any clothes, and we're kissing, and-"

"Okay," Rebekah interrupted, "you don't have to go into detail. I'm quite certain I can imagine what happens next."

"Well, that makes one of us."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't have any idea what the rest of it would feel like," you said, voice small. You picked up the bottle and took a swig straight from it.

Rebekah gave you a sympathetic look, reaching for your hand. "I'm sure you'll find a lovely guy soon enough… and have lots of sex."

"Whose having lots of sex?"

You froze, bottle still tilted in your hand.

Rebekah went very still beside you. Her grip on your fingers tightened just slightly..whether in apology or panic, you couldn’t tell.

Slowly, mechanically, you turned your head toward the sound of Klaus’s voice.

He stood in the doorway to the parlour, arms folded loosely over his chest, one brow lifted in open amusement. His curls were tousled, his shirt half-unbuttoned, and his smile... that was the real danger. Lazy, knowing, smug. The kind of smile a man wore when he already knew the answer to the question he’d just asked.

“Rebekah?” he prompted, his gaze flicking to his sister, who stared back at him like a deer caught in vampire headlights.

She cleared her throat. “Oh, you know. Just girl talk.”

He stepped further into the room, his gaze settling on you. You looked away, pretending to be fascinated by a loose thread in the cushion beside you. He chuckled and flopped down beside Rebekah, sprawling his legs out, taking up every inch of space, a king on his throne.

For a moment, there was silence, punctuated by the faint sounds of jazz music spilling through the windows and the clink of the bottle against your teeth as you took another sip.

You set the bottle down a little too hard. “I should go.”

Rebekah gave a weak little laugh, clearly trying to help but already retreating. “Oh, don’t be dramatic-”

“No, really,” you cut in, rising so quickly your foot caught on the edge of the rug. You stumbled, recovered, didn’t look at either of them. “It’s late. I’m tired. And apparently incapable of keeping my mouth shut when wine is involved.”

Rebekah made a soft, protesting sound, but didn’t move to stop you. And you rushed towards the front door as fast as you could without looking like a total fool.

A shadow flickered at the edge of your vision, and you turned, pulse skipping. A figure leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, mouth quirked up in a knowing smile.

Klaus. Of course it was Klaus.

He blocked the way. The hallway felt suddenly narrower, the air heavier, as you came to a stumbling halt. Your cheeks burned, your heart pounding. He raised an eyebrow, smile deepening. He had a dimple. Somehow, it only made him more handsome.

"Running away, love?" he asked, tone smooth as silk.

"No." You answered too quickly, voice tight. "Just tired. Need sleep. Goodnight."

He did not move. Instead, his smile widened. You stepped sideways, trying to slip past, but he shifted effortlessly, mirroring you. Casual. Precise. Unyielding.

Your glare sharpened, but he only looked more amused.

"What?" you snapped, folding your arms.

"Are you really leaving because of what I overheard?"

You stared at him, defiant but humiliated. "What do you think?"

"I think there is no need to be embarrassed," he said, voice low and husky.

"Embarrassed?" You let out a weak laugh, shifting again, eyes darting toward the exit he was blocking.

“There is nothing wrong with a healthy sex drive, sweetheart.”

“There is also nothing wrong with wanting to die when someone overhears you talking about said sex drive.”

He chuckled and stepped closer.

Your back hit the wall. The impact was gentle, but it still made you flinch. You stiffened, shoulders locking, spine straightening as if you could will yourself invisible. You refused to shrink away.

Klaus stopped in front of you, gaze locked to yours. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, little dreamer,” he said, voice like smoke curling through the dark.

You swallowed hard. The heat in your face crept down your throat, coiling in your chest and belly. Every inch of you felt laid bare.

“Please move.”

“In a minute.”

“Nik.”

He leaned in, his face impossibly close, his lips almost brushing your cheek. “I'll tell you a secret,” he said. “If you stop blushing and look me in the eyes.”

You hesitated, then obeyed. Slowly, you lifted your gaze. His eyes burned into yours and he smiled, slow and sweet. The kind of smile that could undo you.

“Better.”

You felt your breath catch. “What is your secret?” you whispered.

“I have had dreams about you too.” His fingers found your jaw and traced the line of it, featherlight. “About this pretty mouth. These soft hands. What I might find if I peeled off all your layers and tasted the skin beneath.”

“Stop,” you said, but there was no force behind it. Your voice cracked. Your face burned. You could barely breathe.

He did not laugh. He did not push. He just watched you.

His eyes searched yours, then dropped briefly to your mouth. “Why have you never done it?” he asked, voice quieter now, stripped of any teasing.

You blinked. “What?”

Klaus tilted his head, expression softer than you had ever seen it. “You said you have never had sex. Not even once. Why?”

Your throat tightened. “I don’t know. Life. Bad timing. Shitty options.” You shrugged. “And maybe…” You hesitated. “Maybe I didn’t want my first time to be with someone who’d forget it five minutes later.”

Klaus’ smirk faded... not all the way, but enough that something earnest slipped through. Something sharp. “And you think I would?”

You looked up at him then, finally. He was watching you carefully. No teasing. Just quiet, simmering intensity.

“I don’t know what you’d do.”

He reached out, brushing his knuckles gently along your cheek. “Then let me show you.”

You swallowed.

He stepped closer, his palm curving over your cheek, tilting your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes. He was smiling again, but there was something different about it. Something gentler.

"I would never disrespect your trust, sweetheart," he promised, thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip. "Nor would I ever treat the privilege of being your first anything lightly."

"And you..." Your voice faltered, but his touch was warm, and his gaze was steady. "You won't ...tell anyone? About any of this?"

He smiled. "I wouldn't dare."

"Okay," you whispered, and his lips were suddenly so close, and his arms were slipping around you, and you could smell the spice of his cologne and the sweetness of bourbon and feel the warmth of his breath.

"Okay," he echoed, his lips brushing yours, then his tongue, teasing your mouth open, tasting you. You gasped, and he made a soft, satisfied sound, pressing closer, his body molding to yours.

"Is this alright, love?" he murmured, one hand sliding down your spine, curving over the swell of your ass.

You nodded.

"Need to hear you say it, sweetheart," he said.

You swallowed, meeting his eyes. "Yes."

He smiled and kissed you again, his hands seeking yours, fingers intertwining. Then he broke the kiss, gently tugging you by the hand as he led you down the hall. His room was dim, draped in shadows. You saw glimpses of a large bed, an easel, a wall of books. 

Then the door closed, and it was just you and him.

You hesitated, not sure what to do, how to move. He seemed to understand, reaching for you again, gathering you close to him by the waist.

"Relax," he said, kissing the side of your neck. "Your heart is racing."

You laughed weakly. "Can't really help it."

"Do I scare you?"

"No," you answered, a little too quickly.

He smirked, catching the lie.

"It's just..." You shrugged, feeling like a silly little girl. "This is a big deal."

"It is," he agreed.

"But I... I'm not completely clueless. I mean, I have internet. And books. And..." You blushed, realizing you were rambling.

Klaus's expression was somewhere between amused and fond. He leaned in and kissed the corner of your mouth.

"Sweetheart, I am well aware of the fact that you've spent an indecent amount of time imagining me naked and writhing on top of you."

You blushed hotly. "I was not -"

He chuckled and began to back you towards the bed, his hands skimming your waist, the curve of your hips. "I know the sorts of things that are on your mind," he murmured.

You stumbled, falling back against the mattress, and he followed you down, covering your body with his, surrounding you in heat and skin and steady breath. One of his hands braced by your head, the other slipping beneath you to curve around your hip, grounding you.

You tilted your chin and met his mouth again before he could say something else smug. He hummed against your lips, amused but pleased, letting you set the pace for a few heartbeats. Then he caught your lower lip between his teeth and nipped gently, his hand sliding up the hem of your shirt, spreading heat across your stomach.

"Still okay, sweetheart?" He whispered.

"Mhm," you managed, gasping when his teeth grazed the delicate shell of your ear.

He leaned back, just far enough to tug off his shirt. You bit your lip, tracing the shape of the tattoo, heat creeping through you, pooling between your thighs. He watched you, his gaze warm, his eyes bright. He smiled when he caught you staring at the trail of hair that led down his stomach, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans.

"Now your turn," he said.

You hesitated, heart fluttering, a sudden spike of nervousness. But Klaus didn't rush you. Just waited, smiling, patient and steady.

Slowly, you reached for the bottom of your shirt and tugged it over your head.

His breath caught.

His pupils dilated.

And then, slowly, his hand found yours again. "May I?"

You nodded.

His knuckles traced the curve of your jaw, then brushed lightly along the hollow of your throat. Slowly, slowly, slowly, his palm flattened against the space between your collarbones, the tips of his fingers dipping beneath the edge of your bra.

Your breath hitched.

"So soft," he murmured. His fingers slid over the swell of your breasts, then down, finding the catch. You heard the fabric tear and felt the lace pull free, the sudden rush of cool air and warmth from his hands making you gasp.

Klaus groaned, leaning down, his breath ghosting across your bare chest. "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on," he murmured. Then his mouth was closing over your nipple, and you arched against him, moaning.

"You like that?" he asked, his tongue flicking the hard little nub.

"Mmmhm."

He chuckled, then sucked gently.

You whimpered, squirming.

"Still okay, love?" He asked, pausing, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.

"Don't stop."

"Bossy," he teased, smirking, moving to the other side.

He lavished the same attention there, his tongue swirling, his lips tugging, his hand stroking the underside, squeezing, massaging. You moaned and whimpered, clutching his hair, arching up against him, seeking pressure, friction. He pressed closer, you could feel his erection straining against the denim, his hips moving in time with his tongue.

He kissed the soft valley between your breasts, then began to trail his mouth lower, leaving a burning path in his wake. He pulled your jeans down with agonizing slowness, his mouth following, until his lips were at the apex of your thighs. Your hands clutched the sheets, breath catching as the tension that had been building all night surged forward all at once. Pure need, panic, heat, all tangled together in your chest.

“Nik...wait.”

He froze instantly. His hands paused on your hips, his mouth barely brushing your inner thigh.

His head lifted. “Too fast?”

You shook your head. “No. I just…” You swallowed. “You don’t have to do that.”

A wicked grin spread across his face. He leaned down, nuzzling the damp spot on your panties, his stubble grazing the sensitive skin.

“Oh, sweetheart.” His voice dropped, rough and low. “Who told you that?”

You tried to sit up, flustered. “It’s just...I know that’s not always... expected. Especially for a first time.”

Klaus moved before you could finish the thought, pushing you back down. He moved slowly, deliberately, crawling back up the length of your body, pinning you beneath him, his lips brushing yours.

“You think I brought you here, laid you out on my bed, listened to those little noises you make...” his hips rolled gently into yours, enough for you to feel the thick press of him through his jeans, “...just to skip the part where I get to taste you?"

He kissed you again, his tongue parting your lips, his teeth grazing, nipping, sucking. You moaned into his mouth, and he rolled his hips against yours again, harder.

"Do you like the way I taste?" He asked, his voice a low purr.

You nodded, dizzy, unable to think.

"So why wouldn't I want the same?" He whispered, kissing a trail down your jaw, your neck, your chest, settling back between your thighs. "Why wouldn't I want to know what you taste like when you come on my tongue?"

Your whole body burned. You stared at him, unable to form words.

He smiled. Slowly, deliberately, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, sliding them past your knees, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder.

You felt his breath, hot and gentle, on your bare skin.

"So beautiful," he murmured. His hands parted your thighs, revealing the most intimate parts of you, all slick and swollen and wanting.

He made a low, hungry sound, then dragged his tongue through the length of you, looking up at you from beneath those lashes.

"That's it," he murmured. "Look at me. Look at what I'm doing to you."

You kept your eyes open, heavy, hooded, watching his tongue slide through you again, and again, his lips closing over your clit, sucking gently, his tongue swirling, his stubble rubbing. It was too much, the sight of him, the sound of him, the smell of him, the feel of him. You felt like you were unraveling.

He made a soft, humming sound. His hand left your thigh, his fingers sliding inside you. Your head fell back, your eyes squeezing shut, a broken moan leaving your throat.

"Keep looking, love," he said.

You managed to open your eyes, looking down the length of your body at him. His eyes were bright, focused, fixed on you. His mouth was curled in a smile, his tongue still tracing the hard little bud between your legs. Your body responded, bucking, twisting, writhing, pleasure rolling through you in waves, growing stronger, hotter.

"Oh," you gasped. "Oh, god."

"No," he murmured. "Just Klaus."

He pressed deeper, crooked his fingers, and you were gone. Your head fell back, the pleasure crashing over you, drowning you. Your whole body tensed, trembled, your thighs clamped down on either side of his head. He kept working you through it, his tongue still swirling, his fingers pumping, dragging out the release until you were boneless and limp, sinking into the mattress.

Klaus rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a wolfish smile playing across his lips. "Delicious," he purred.

You managed a weak smile, your cheeks burning, your breathing still coming in ragged, shallow gasps. He sat back on his knees, his hands working at the button on his jeans.

"I can-" You began, trying to push yourself up.

"Shhh," he soothed, "I've got it, love. Lie back. Relax."

"But…"

"If I let you touch me now, I won't last long," he confessed, pushing the denim and his boxers down his hips, revealing all of himself. You were momentarily distracted by the flex of muscle, the perfect expanse of warm skin pressing into yours.

Then his hands were back on your thighs, spreading you open, positioning himself. You felt the blunt head of him slide through your wetness, and you gasped. You had imagined this moment. Dreamed of it an embarrassing amount of times. Woken up sweaty and panting, aching between your legs, wishing he were there to take care of it. And now, finally, you were going to get the chance to feel him. To really feel him.

"Look at me," he said, his hand cupping your cheek.

Your eyes flicked up to his.

"Breathe."

You took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to relax.

"That's it," he praised, pressing deeper. He was beautiful, his chest and shoulders flexing, muscles coiled and trembling, the effort of being gentle written in the lines on his forehead.

You felt a twinge of pain, a pinch, then the ache and stretch as your body yielded to him, the pressure and the heat, the sensation of fullness. You gasped, and his hand found yours, tangling your fingers together. He pressed a little deeper, his teeth scraping over the delicate curve where your neck met your shoulder. You whined, clutching at him.

"Easy," he soothed, "you're doing so well, love. So good."

Your cheeks flushed, a strange swell of pride blooming in your chest. You tilted your head, exposing more of your neck.

"Please," you gasped.

"Please, what?"

"Kiss me."

"Like this?" His lips ghosted over your collarbone, his lips curving upward. "Right here?"

"No. Yes. Higher."

"Here?" His lips skimmed the hollow of your throat, his smile growing.

You let out a soft, impatient whine.

"Or here?" He kissed the corner of your mouth, smiling, smug.

You made a soft, frustrated sound and caught his mouth, kissing him hungrily. He made a pleased hum and returned the kiss, his tongue stroking, his teeth nipping, his lips claiming. His hips rolled gently, and you gasped.

"That's it," he purred.

You moaned, your legs wrapping around him, drawing him deeper, wanting more. He gave a breathless laugh, and moved faster, the pace changing, deepening, until his hips were slamming into yours, the room filling with the sounds of skin on skin, his low, guttural groans, the high, breathless sounds spilling from your own lips.

The pressure was building fast. Too fast, too strong. Your body felt like it couldn’t contain it, like everything inside you was tightening, winding tighter with every thrust, every graze of his chest against your breasts, every filthy word murmured against your skin.

Your nails dug into his back, and his fingers found your clit again, circling fast and perfect.

"Yes, love, that's it, just like that."

That did it.

You shattered.

The orgasm hit like lightning. Sharp, consuming, full-body. You cried out, legs tightening around him, entire body shaking as the waves crashed through you.

Klaus groaned into your mouth, slamming into you one last time before he spilled inside you with a curse and a growl that sounded like it had been pulled from the pit of his chest. His whole body shuddered, muscles flexing, arms locked around you as he buried his face in your neck, his mouth sucking a mark into the soft, delicate skin, his breath warm and ragged against you.

The room was quiet after that, nothing but the sound of his breath and yours, the distant rumble of a passing car, the ticking of a clock. You felt drunk, your body heavy and warm and sated, your head spinning. Klaus rolled to the side, his arm still thrown over your middle. He tugged you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You blinked up at him, dazed. “I think you scrambled my brain.”

He laughed.

Your cheeks burned, and you buried your face against his chest.

He caught your chin, forcing you to look at him. He was grinning, and his cheeks were flushed. He leaned in, kissing you again, the smile never fading.

"So," he said, when he pulled away, his hand tracing lazy circles along your back. "Any regrets?"

You shook your head.

He grinned, and rolled on top of you, pinning you beneath him, his hands finding yours.

"Good," he said, kissing your nose. "Because we're only just getting started."

You swallowed. "Only?"

"Well, you have a lot to catch up on, sweetheart."

You laughed, breathless and still a little dazed. "God, what have I gotten myself into?"

Klaus smirked and leaned in, brushing his lips over your cheek. “Something far better than your dreams.”

Sleep came fast after that. Your body blissed-out and warm, your mind wrapped in the steady rhythm of his breath against your back. When you stirred hours later, the room was bathed in soft morning light. The air smelled faintly of coffee and cologne.

You blinked, eyes adjusting, and found him across the room, sitting in a chair by the window, shirtless, hunched over a sketchpad.

His hand moved in sure strokes, charcoal-stained fingers dancing. His eyes lifted when he felt you watching and a slow smile spread across his face.

“Caught me,” he murmured.

You stretched beneath the covers, muscles deliciously sore. “What are you drawing?”

He flipped the pad closed with a flick. “A keepsake,” he said. “For me.”

You raised a brow. “You don’t want to show me?”

He stood, crossing to the bed, placing the sketchpad face-down on the nightstand. Then he leaned over, his palm skimming along your hip, the sheets slipping away as his lips found yours.

“I’ll show you someday. But first...breakfast, a bath, and perhaps... round two?”

You flushed, smiling helplessly as he pressed you back against the pillows. "Are you always this demanding?"

He nipped your lip and tugged on it, his hand slipping lower. "Not at all, sweetheart. Usually I'm worse."

[thebestofoneshots]

Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

Series Masterlist | Previous episode

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.6 K Warnings: SMUT. Threesome. Dry humping, hand job (male and female reciving), P in V, endless teasing. / Remus' first time with Vix and Siri. Consent is Sexy. Prompt: Finally a quiet time for the three of them. Proofread by sweet @girlwihkaleidoscopeeyes This chapter can be read as a one-shot

Chapter 74: Las Palabras de Amor

You rolled on your side, sitting on your shins so you were now looking at Sirius instead of leaning on him, your head tilted slightly to the side as you eyed Remus. You locked eyes; his, more golden than brown at this point, seemed to sparkle as you stared at each other. 

It was almost as if you were in potions, silently communicating to each other exactly what you’d be doing next. By the time you turned back to look at Sirius, he was looking at you with a mix of nervousness and excitement, Adam’s apple bobbing as the two of you veered closer, his breathing short.

He’d become prey as both you and Remus moved as gracefully and decisively as if Moony or Vixen would when stalking each other in a game. It didn’t matter that he was bigger than you or that he, as Padfoot, could kind of control Moony. At that point, Sirius didn’t even feel canine, he’d turned into a rabbit or a baby deer, facing two beasts that seemed ready to devour him. He wasn’t sure he wanted anything more than that. 

You leaned a little closer, even if you felt slightly exposed due to the lack of fabric covering your top half. There was a confidence in your movements that you weren’t exactly sure how you’d gotten. Both of your hands travelled to Sirius’ jaw while Moony’s moved to his hips. You allowed your fingers to brush down from there to his neck, gently tracing his Adam’s apple as you went down, stopping right on the second button of his shirt. As you started unbuttoning, Remus brushed his hands over Sirius’ abdomen – oh, how he’d dreamed of being able to do something like that – locating the last button of the shirt and working on it with a patience that was as maddening as it was exciting. 

The pads of your fingers on Sirius’ skin felt like burning every time they brushed against it, making him crave more. He almost felt bad for teasing you so much earlier, but the wait was making him infinitely more excited for what was to come, whatever it might be, whatever it was that you and Moony told each other with that long look from earlier. 

Your hands connected with Remus halfway through the shirt; he undid the last button as you allowed your palms to rest over Sirius’ torso, feeling how warm it was against your hands and feeling a slight chill run down your spine. Was the window still open? You’d been so distracted that you hadn’t even noticed the small snowflakes slipping in from the window and melting against the warm stone. Not that you’d care to close it, but the chill got a reaction either way, voluntarily or not, making your breasts perk up again. Sirius bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress a groan and failing, eyes locked on your breasts.

“Something’s distracting him,” Remus said with a smile, eyeing your erect nipples for a second before focusing back on Sirius’ shirt; if he stared at you any longer, he’d become just as distracted. 

“I noticed,” you replied with a smirk, allowing your nails to gently brush against his torso as you pulled the shirt to the sides. Both you and Remus worked together to remove Sirius’ shirt completely, Remus leaning in to press a short wet kiss against his neck before letting him fall back on the mattress. “Can’t blame him for it either.” 

You smiled, not missing the lascivious look Remus had given you as he kissed the other boy’s neck. You blushed, both aroused and shy; you’d never had two of the hottest people you knew stare at you with such hunger. As if they’d been famished. You swallowed, taking a deep breath, your chest rising and falling gently before leaning in to kiss Sirius’ neck, knowing Remus would appreciate the fact that he’d get his lips. 

For a second, you stared at the two of them kissing, feeling even wetter than before just from the sight. Who would have thought I’d be into that? You wondered as you reached for Sirius’ crotch again. This time you weren’t planning to let him turn you around before he was completely speechless (not that he had much to say now that both you and Remus were onto him). 

While you slid your fingers in between yours and Sirius’ bodies, the back of your hand brushed against Remus’ crotch, earning a soft groan from him. “Sorry,” you mumbled as you continued on your way down.

“Never be sorry about something like this,” he retorted with a sly smile directed your way before he went back to kissing Sirius. 

You managed to unclasp Sirius’ trousers with one hand and pulled them down with the help of a slightly airy and aroused Remus. Now we’re even, you thought, once they were both shirtless and in just their boxers. You barely noticed Sirius’ cock straining against the soft fabric of his underwear before you’d dug your hand inside.

“Mhmhmh!” Sirius moaned into Remus’ kiss. 

Remus smiled, pulling apart for a second just to be able to see Sirius’ face as if he couldn’t quite believe this was really happening: he really was kissing Sirius! You were right there next to the two of them, watching, kissing, feeling, enjoying it as much as he was, enjoying it as much as Sirius was. 

Remus really should have known; he should have known that the two of you wanted him as much as he wanted you – since the Hallowe’en party when you were dancing together, and he thought he was in heaven. He should have realised it then, but what really mattered was that he knew now. 

And there was nothing more exhilarating than being wanted, knowing that he was wanted, and that he was part of you as much as you were a part of him. Even beyond the sex and the kisses, there was a connection so deeply rooted that no poison, no cruel hand and no force of nature could tear them asunder. And he loved it, he loved every bit of it. From Sirius’ soft lips, and his blushed face to your soft – and slightly desperate – breaths. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he told Sirius as he stared into his eyes. Sirius smirked, and you knew he was about to retort with something clever, destroying the adorable moment Remus had just created, so you decided to stop him: you reached inside his pants, wrapped your hand around his cock, and pumped. Whatever Sirius was going to say got caught up in his throat, and instead came one of those lewd moans of his.

He threw you a withering look, and you gave him an innocent shrug in return, “You wanted to say something, Pups?” 

He opened his mouth to speak again, and you repeated the action, causing him to close his lips with barely enough wherewithal to hold his grunt. You just smiled, raising one of your eyebrows at him before turning to Remus, who was looking at you with a rather impish face. 

“He wasn’t joking when he said you were a tease.” 

“No idea what you’re talking about, Rem,” you said, angling your arm so it would brush against his cock again, now getting a moan out of him. 

“Luv, that’s just–” Remus started.

You pumped again, making sure your hand was still brushing against Remus, “Suck it up,” you responded with a smile. You’d been teased by both boys earlier; they deserved to be teased in an equal amount. 

Remus groaned and leaned into you, pressing his lips against your neck with a desperate grunt while sucking moderately, like he’d seen Sirius do to tease you in public. And that was the effect he was trying to get; he just didn’t expect the stifled moan he’d get from you, just from a little sucking near your collarbone. Either way, that wasn’t going to stop your resolve, so you continued pumping Sirius, finding a steady rhythm that had him mumbling incoherencies along with a few profanities, while Remus groaned audibly (from your hand brushing against his crotch), alternating between kissing Sirius’ lips and your neck, in retaliation from your incessant teasing. 

Sirius’s chest heaved up and down, breath ragged from how worked up he was from the kisses and the touches, and of course, your hand that seemed a little too confident with what it was doing. How quickly had you learned to make him feel so heavenly after that one time in the fae pool. 

Remus’ hand was lying on Sirius’ torso when he gently slid it towards your arm, allowing it to brush from your shoulder to your elbows and then down to your wrist; the same wrist he could feel moving on Sirius’ cock, and he was tempted to wrap his own fingers around yours. But there was still some uncertainty in him, a fear of being rejected, of his touches scaring Sirius instead of pleasing him. So he decided to keep his hand there, gently wrapped around your wrist only, his fingers brushing against your skin in a soft, almost repetitive motion as he sighed. 

“Just ask him, Rem,” you said when you noticed his indecisive hold, constantly inching closer to your fisted hand and then pulling back. 

“No– it’s not–” 

“Remus would like to touch you,” you said instead, perhaps a bit too bluntly since Remus glared, as if you had outed him. “Are you okay with that?” you added more softly, slowing down your pace to get Sirius to focus. 

“Of course,” Sirius retorted with a grin, leaning up and pulling Remus’ towards his lips. “You may touch me, wherever and whenever you want, darling,” he added in between kisses. You smiled, feeling Remus’ hand slowly creep around yours, his fingers wrapping completely around your own and helping you pump. Then you slid your hand off gently, allowing his alone to replace it. Remus’ grip was much firmer than yours. “Fuck,” Sirius moaned as the other boy sighed. He could hardly fathom what he was doing – and who he was doing it to – and yet he kept moving his hand, gently pumping as his breath became more ragged. 

Remus’ bigger hand made Sirius feel much smaller, but it covered more ground as it moved, and when he flicked his thumb up to gently rub around his tip, Sirius was a goner. Remus knew exactly what he was doing. 

You raised one of your eyebrows, impressed at how quickly Remus had undone Sirius, and looked down at his hand with curiosity, wondering if you could learn from his technique – and then realising how ridiculous the thought was. Still, the competitive side of you wanted to be just as good, so you stared, moving your hand to Sirius’ inner thigh and rubbing softly, your nails sometimes grazing his skin and causing him to shiver. 

Remus pumped again and turned to you. “Come ‘ere, Little Witch,” he said, leaning down to kiss you as he twisted his hand, earning a grunt from Sirius, whose hips started to bump up towards his hand in an uncontrolled motion. 

“Shit, wait, I think I’m going to–” 

“It’s okay,” Remus said, his teeth gently biting your bottom lip as he pulled from you and turned his eyes back to Sirius.  “I’ll catch it,” he added, his thumb softly brushing against his tip. “Go ahead, Pads, make a mess.” 

“Fuck,” Sirius replied, breathing hard as the first spurt of cum left his cock. Remus caught it with ease, and continued moving his hand.

“You’re doing amazing, Luv,” he said, voice low and slightly just raspy enough to make both yours and Sirius’ mind reel. He was patient, looking at his bright eyes as he continued to milk him to completion, until he finally went soft in his hand.

 Sirius’ head was thrown back on the pillow as he tried to steady his breathing. “Fuck, that was–” he breathed, “You were–” another breath,  “–We should have done this ages ago.” 

You laughed, leaning up on your elbow to look at him better. His face was flushed, lips red and swollen and gaze weary, as if he was still lost in the pleasure you had both given him. You tilted your head to the side and smiled, gently moving your hand towards his face and pulling some of the sweat-stuck curls from his cheek. Sirius really was a sight to behold. As angelic as he was devious, an absolute dream come true. “Gorgeous, isn’t he?” you smiled. 

“Absolutely,” Remus responded, voice low as he turned to you, gaze still as hungry as the one he used to regard Sirius earlier. “And so are you, lovely.” He brought his cum stained hand towards his own boxers, and sighed when he felt the warm sticky substance against his own cock. There was something unfathomably lecherous about having Sirius’ cum around himself, it made his own cock twitch and spurt out a bit of precum. “Little Witch, would you mind if I stare at you shamelessly while I finish myself off?” he asked as he stared at your breasts and pumped himself once. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, while the idea of just being watched was tempting, you weren’t planning on letting him finish by himself. Not if you and Sirius could help it – once he’d recovered, at least. 

“Actually, I do mind,” you responded, and Remus seemed taken aback, his grip around his cock faltering, his lower abdomen burning in protest due to the lack of friction. 

“What?” he managed to say. 

“Well, I don’t mind you looking,” you clarified and then smiled. “I mind the fact that you won’t let me take part,” you leaned towards him; Sirius placed a hand on your back and pushed encouragingly, even as drained as he was. 

“I just thought you might be tired,” Remus said, “that you wouldn’t want–” 

“Don’t make assumptions, Rem,” you said, a hand on his shoulder while you whispered in the most sultry tone you could muster. Your hand moved from there to his collarbone, your fingers gently brushing against his skin before you leaned down and kissed him there. “You may go on,” you added when you realised his hand on his cock still wasn’t moving. 

Remus tightened his grip again, grunting pleasurably when he felt you sucking on the side of his neck. Sirius had leaned up a little bit, watching the two of you even if you were shielding Remus almost completely. 

“Sorry, quite rude of me,” you chastised yourself once you noticed, playfully eyeing Sirius before turning to Remus again. “How about we give him a better look?” you added, pulling your head back to level it to Remus’ gaze. 

Remus seemed confused, about to say something when you leaned down, purposefully tilting yourself towards his lap as you slowly pulled your skirt down, allowing Sirius to get a good view at your rear before sliding it off completely and straightening your back again. “You said you really like it, Pups, didn’t you?” you added before throwing it towards his face. 

Sirius smiled as he pulled it down. Remus, who was still trying to process what was happening, turned to you. There was admiration and raw desire in his eyes as he stared at your fully naked body for the first time. Your breasts falling gracefully as you curved your back, your legs bending smoothly, each one of your curves having a softness, plusness, and delicacy to them. “You’re… absolutely perfect,” he whispered, completely enraptured by you. His hand regained its pace around his cock when he felt it twitch in protest at the lack of movement. His motions were almost languid, softly drawing out the pleasure as much as he could, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting either of you to pull apart. 

He was definitely not expecting you to jump over his thigh, fast but making sure to press yourself against his leg to let him feel how wet you were, before leaning completely on the side, Remus’ profile and your front now in perfect view of Sirius. 

“Better?” you asked him with a sly smirk. 

Sirius gave you a daring look.“Yeah, I think so,” he said nonchalantly. “Except maybe–” he took his wand from the nightstand, “– Evanesco,” he whispered, completely vanishing Remus’ boxers.  

You blinked in disbelief at his wand skill; performing a spell like that was already quite complicated with an object alone, on a person it made it ridiculously tricky, yet he’d done it with little to no effort while being  fucked out and turned on.

“Fucking impressive,” Remus said. 

“For sure,” Sirius replied, staring at the other’s cock, which brought you back to the moment in an instant. 

You looked down at him. You’d felt how big he was before, but seeing it, tall and proud right in the middle of his legs, was something entirely different. Your hand was on his inner thigh in a second, tracing soft circles before wrapping around his own around his cock. He mumbled your name, almost in a warning tone and you pressed a kiss to his collarbone. “Allow me,” you said as you pressed a kiss to his strong shoulders. 

“You don’t have to just because–” 

“I want to,” you said, same soft voice, fingers lacing with his as you managed to fill some of the soft skin around his cock in between them. In a move that was almost the same as the one he’d done with Sirius’ cock, your hands switched with each other, and now yours were wrapped around him, Sirius’ sticky cum acting as a lubricant as you started to pump. 

“Fuck,” Remus sighed, looking at your hand moving on him, your beautiful face in rapt concentration trying to find just the right up-and-down pattern that had him moaning your name. It didn’t take you too long. And while he absolutely loved the euphoria you were giving him, he still didn’t want it to end. A bed with two of you on it was already heaven. A bed with the two of you, stripped naked, was far beyond it. He, of course, didn’t want to cum down from it. 

But your hand was making it almost impossible for him to continue holding back, and when he thought he was about to cum he gripped the sheets tightly, “Little Witch, I think I’m going to–”

You pulled your hand off him before he finished the sentence, allowing your thumb to brush over his tip in a torturous and impossibly teasing manner. The look he gave you was so helpless it was almost comical. Brows furrowed, chest heaving up and down and an incredulous look on his face. Sirius regarded the two of you amusedly, his dick was half hard again. 

Remus could barely muster his words as he looked at you, still in disbelief. “To cum?” you asked nonchalantly. “I figured.”

“Then why would you–” he couldn’t finish his sentence, you jumped back towards his lap, legs around his own and closed the gap between your bodies, allowing the tip of his cock to brush against your folds. “Because I want you cumming somewhere else.” 

“What?!” he asked, voice a mere squeak. 

“She’s taking the potion,” Sirius said, looking at you to confirm. You nodded, and rocked your hips against Remus, pulling your hand down and positioning him, first letting his tip brush over your folds, your breath hitching as it touched your clit. 

Remus, who only now seemed to have gathered his wits, blinked a couple of times before placing both hands on your shoulders. “Wait, no, wait!” he said, alarmed as he pushed you back gently. You instantly stopped touching him, looking at him with concern, frowning your brows and searching for his face that seemed alarmed. He looked down on himself and you, so close, he thought. 

“What is it?” you asked, confused and slightly upset. He doesn’t want me, a voice in your head seemed to say. That’s ridiculous, he definitely wants you! Another responded. 

“I can’t–” he said. “Not without rubbers.” 

“Rubbers?” you asked. He nodded towards the pack of condoms still on the floor. “What– Why do you need those?” 

“Because of Moony,” he said solemnly. 

There was instant understanding in your head, the tension from earlier relinquishing, your shoulders relaxing, apprehension leaving you entirely. You placed your hand around his neck, gently brushing the nape with the pads of your fingers. He seemed to also relax into your touch. 

“Rem, Luv. Lycanthropy does not work like that,” you said reassuringly. You finally understood why he insisted on carrying them with him, he was terrified of turning someone into a werewolf.

“You don’t know!” he retorted. There was apprehension and perhaps, a hint of pain or resentment towards himself stuck in his gaze.

“She’s read a whole lot about werewolves though,” Sirius said. “Knows way more than I do; I reckon she knows even more than–” 

“You don’t know!” Remus insisted. 

“Right,” you said appeasingly. His eyes were golden, but not with pleasure this time around, more like he’d been cornered. You breathed, trying to think of the right way you say it, “I’m pretty sure it doesn’t, but there is no need to rush it. We can wait, ask around, and only go for it when we’re sure. How does that sound?” 

Remus seemed to finally breathe again, you saw the tension release his muscles just like it had done with yours earlier and you smiled, leaning closer to him and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Meanwhile,” you smiled, raising your hand and channeling all your energy as you’d practice while flying and pulled the strip of rubbers into your hand. “We can use these…” you said with a raised eyebrow and a suggestive smile. “If you’re still up for it,” you added, although his cock, still standing proud, gave you half the answer. 

He laughed, his gaze turning to the side as he bit his lip. Of course he wanted it, he needed it like he needed air and water.  “You don’t give up easily, do you?” 

“You should have known by now, Moony,” Sirius said as he pulled himself a little bit higher on the bed, earning a somewhat better view of both of your faces. The tension from the earlier situation had been enough to snap him from his fucked-out tiredness and fueled him with some much-needed adrenaline. “She’s dating the two of us, even after you played hard to get.” 

You straight up laughed at his comment. “Such an idiot,” you mumbled. 

Sirius just smiled confidently and leaned close enough to press a kiss to Remus’ shoulder and looked at you through his lashes. “Perhaps, but without your stubbornness, we wouldn’t be here,” he teased further. 

“Oh, shut it,” you smiled, playfully trying to push Sirius’ face off of Remus’ shoulder, but he was faster, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him, causing your folds to smash against Remus’ hard cock again and instantly earning a groan from him. 

Sirius bit his lip as he looked down. “Come on, Étoile, I think it’s time to end our poor guy’s suffering.” 

You smiled, pulling back to rip one of the rubbers from the strip and giving it to Remus. “I guess he will teach you how to use them in the end,” you added with a teasing grin and Remus’ hands carefully opened the silver package and slowly rolled down the condom around himself.  

“Does it feel different?” Sirius asked out of curiosity, not quite thinking. 

Before Remus even had time to think of the answer, which you assumed he wouldn’t have, you replied, “We can try later and you tell us.” You turned to Remus and smiled, “Ready?” 

He smiled and nodded in return. You breathed, raising yourself a little and grabbing his cock to line it with your entrance. He stared at your hand in his cock, and then at your determined gaze as you accommodated yourself, his breath getting caught in his throat as he braced himself for what was about to happen. Feeling completely unprepared and utterly ready at the same time. 

You breathed and slowly lowered yourself on him. Remus’ hands were instantly on your waist, taking away some of the weight from your legs as you slowly sank into him. “You good?” he asked about halfway through. Sirius pressed a quick kiss to his neck as he smiled, his nose and lips still brushing against the other’s skin. Of course, Remus would take the time to ask about your well-being in such a situation, he thought.

“Mhm,” you managed to say with a nod; he could hear the slight strain in your voice, you were adjusting to him. Sirius already suspected there hadn’t been that many times for you before, he’d ask eventually, not out of jealousy, but out of curiosity. As you continued to lower yourself onto Remus’ cock you breathed deeply. 

Remus looked like he was trying his hardest not to move. Sirius could easily feel the tension on his shoulders and muscles, the stutter in his breath, the restraint he was enacting to be able to hold back. But he waited nonetheless. You had your head hidden in his neck, and were still breathing rather deeply, Remus was gently brushing his hands on your back now. “Still good?” He asked as he gently turned his head towards you. He couldn’t see your face but you smiled as you clenched around him in response. “Fuck!” 

“She just fucking clenched, didn’t she?” Sirius said with a wicked smile, leaning a little bit higher on his shins as he tried to look at the spot where the two of you were joined. He swallowed when he did. He had imagined what that looked like on the fae pool, but seeing it, even if it was Remus’ cock instead of his own, was doing it for him. His hand travelled to his cock, he couldn’t care less if he was going to be sore later. 

“Yeah, she– ah!”

“Did it again,” Sirius finished as he bit his lip, his hand already pumping gently as his thumb brushed his tip. 

“Thought you might like it,” you said. Remus still couldn’t see your smile, but he sure as hell heard it. You pressed a kiss to his neck, as you started to move, your hips slow and gentle as they moved out and in, and you squeezed. 

“Shit,” Remus said as he sighed. “You feel fucking amazing!” 

“I bet she does,” Sirius whispered with a smile, thinking of how you felt wrapped around his cock as he continued to touch himself. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you joked as you pressed another wet kiss to his neck. 

Remus managed to get conscious enough to look at Sirius with a raised eyebrow. Sirius shrugged in return. “Not so bad?” he said, a playful smile appearing on his lips, despite how overwhelmed he already was. “Can’t leave my girl with that impression, can I?” He asked, eyeing the other boy seconds after. 

Sirius  seemed to understand whatever it was Remus meant with that comment almost instantly and smiled, the time it took you to react to the exchange was cut short by Remus grabbing your waist and flipping the two of you around, your head landing softly onto a pillow as he laid you down on the bed. 

You swallowed as you looked at him, one hand still wrapped around your waist while he used the other to hold himself up. He looked at you with a sly smirk, as if he knew exactly what each ragged breath that came from your delicate lips meant. You looked back at him with parted lips, your heart beating faster as your eyes locked on his, both shining with lust.

“That was hot,” Sirius commented with a smile, “She liked it.”

“I know,” Remus replied with a smile as he pulled his arm from underneath you. “I felt it,” he added with a smile. He was still, looking at you with a teasing grin. As if waiting for you to ask him to move. You held his stare defiantly and clenched. He cursed. “You really are a charming li–” you clenched again and he stopped breathing for a second, biting his lips while he regained his focus. “–Little Witch,” he finished. 

“Thought that’s the reason you–” he placed his free hand on your breast, pinching your nipple as he stared straight at you– “call me that,” you finished with a smile. 

So playful, Sirius thought as he looked at the two of you, perhaps I could make things happen. Sirius leaned closer, switching his left hand to his cock to leave his dominant free and move that one between your bodies. He sneaked it in right to the place where the two connected and then pressed his index to your clit while his knuckles brushed the top side of Remus’ cock, drawing slow circles onto both. Although he couldn’t see directly, he was remarkably good at finding soft spots, and he could tell once he had.

Remus seemed to shiver, his hips moving slightly back as he touched him, also a result of your very tight clenching once Sirius started circling your clit. “Stop torturing each other,” Sirius said playfully. “You both know how fucking incredible you are.” 

You smiled, and angled your hips upwards, sinking deeper into Remus’ cock before pulling back down again. Remus sighed in pleasure and started to move his hips as well, Sirius’ hand in between your bodies adding an extra layer of friction that had both of your minds reeling.

As Remus continued thrusting into you he leaned closer, his skin craving yours like a famished animal, a yearning he’d withheld for too long finally finding solace; in the plushness of your breasts and the hardness of your nipples, in the curve of your waist and mellow sounds your throat kept making. For him. 

 He had enough sense left to press soft, wet kisses against your lips, cheeks and jaw, as he relished on the myriad of feelings you were giving rise to. His nose, buried in your hair, the way you smelled of sweat and perfume and Sirius, was so perfect that he was overwhelmed with the sensory overload of it all. His breath tickled the soft skin of your neck as he continued to pound into you.

“You’re amazing… you feel amazing,” he mumbled as he thrusted, feeling Sirius’ hand with each move of his hips which was driving him just as mad as your walls wrapped around his cock. He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “I never imagined I would– fuck.”  

“I know,” you said breathily. “Fuck, I know,” you added, your hips chasing his own, matching his pace and surpassing it with frantic movements.

You weren’t sure where you ended and he started, let alone whether either of you could think properly at this point, at least not past basic actions: hips moving, kissing and mumbling senseless incoherencies; soft loving words, moans and curses blended into the atmosphere around you, the vibration of your voices saturating the air like stars in the sky.

Sirius wasn’t much better either, with one of his hands right between the two of you and the other on his cock, his thoughts were mostly focused on how alluring Remus’ back looked as it flexed, and how wonderful you looked right under him, your hair sprawled to the sides, making sounds that were as obscene as they were delightful.  

At some point Remus managed to push Sirius into a laying flat position, having him almost beside you so he could reach his mouth while he continued to fuck into you. He could have both, he had both, and heaven was nothing but a petty promise in comparison to it. His movements became faster and more erratic the further it went.  He kissed Sirius’ soft lips, losing himself on the boy for what could have been an eternity from how intense it felt. 

“Fuck, Rem,” you managed to whimper, driving his focus back to you.

It might have been Sirius’ hand the one circling your clit and making your mind grow even fuzzier, but it was Remus’ weight on top of you, it was his strong chest the one pressing you onto the bed, his cock stretching your walls so tight that you barely noticed the slick wetness leaving your body as he fucked you, running from the place where your bodies connected toward your ass, and finally drenching the bedsheets. 

Oh, how bad you three were ruining that bed…

“You’re close, aren’t you, Starshine?” Sirius asked while Remus’ panting breaths mingled with yours. Both of Sirius’ hands were busy, but Remus had been alternating between kissing you and Sirius, switching almost any time he needed to stop to breathe. He wondered if there was a way of being even closer to the two of you, and hoped he’d have time to figure it out. 

“Mhm...” you moaned.. “Think he… he’s too,” you added, noticing how much more erratic his movements had become. You clenched harder, and you noticed how tense he’d become, his abs tightening and his head buried in the curve of your neck instead of returning to kiss. Sirius eyed him, Remus had his eyes clenched shut as he focused, trying to fuck you through his own high. 

“It’s okay,” you cooed as you noticed him struggling to hold. You couldn’t quite feel his cum inside you, but you felt the warmth either way. 

“No, I wanted you to–” 

“It really is okay,” Sirius reassured him as well. His hand on your clit did not stop even when Remus’ movements started to slow. And your breath became ragged until you saw stars, gently moaning his names.  Eventually, his hand slowed, stilling right in the middle when Remus’ weight fell onto the two of you. Remus breathed; exhausted, delighted, awed  – He’d glimpsed at whatever lays beyond heaven for the first time in his life. 

His body pressed into you and Sirius, sated and spent, Remus uttered, “I love you both so fucking much,” without even thinking. And then he tensed, looking up and at the other boy’s face with eyes wide open, as if he’d just said something ludicrous. 

You smiled, moving one of your hands to rest against his arm, but Sirius beat you to speak, with a smile on his face, looking back at Remus with a tenderness that you had only seen a few times, on those rare occasions he let out raw honesty. “We love you too, Remus.” 

“To the moon and back,” you added with a fucked out and yet slightly teasing smile. 

You stayed like that, tangled together for a while, enjoying the sweet moment until Remus accidentally moved his arm and noticed Sirius’ cock still hard. He bit his lip. He was still half-soft inside you when he grabbed it and started pumping on it lazily. You didn’t have much space to move, but you managed to get one of your hands onto Sirius’ head and gently scratched his scalp with your hands as Remus helped him finish again. 

His sounds were enough to make you wet again, coating Remus’ half-hardness as he continued to pump. It didn’t take longer than a few minutes for Sirius to cum onto Remus’ hand again, making a mess on the bed that equaled the one you had made earlier. 

“I swear I’d go on for days if tiredness wasn’t a factor,” Sirius sighed contentedly as he looked at Remus and then at you, getting a glimpse of one of your still hard nipples, the lack of movement making you finally notice how cold it had gotten.

“Bet,” you said with a smile, and pulled the side of the duvet that wasn’t squelched under the three of you to cover yourself from the cold.

Remus sighed, and placed one of his hands in between your head and Sirius’, attempting to stand, but both you and Sirius pulled him back down. “Let’s stay like this a little longer,” Sirius mumbled. 

“I’m still inside–” 

“–Does it bother you, Starshine?” 

“What?” you asked, turning back to him – you’d been looking at the window, trying to shut it with wandless magic, but you were too tired to properly work it out. Honestly, you were still shocked at the fact that you’d successfully accio'd the condoms earlier. 

Sirius looked down. Remus hid his face on the boy’s chest, feeling rather bashful at Sirius’ shameless staring. 

“Oh,” you said. “Not at all, I’m just cold.” 

Remus moved his hand without even looking and the windows shut by themselves. The temperature in the room warmed almost instantly. 

“Fucking impressive,” you said. “I’d been trying to do that for the past few minutes.” 

“While Remus was helping me cu–” 

“–I was cold,” you added before he said something obscene. In return, he wiggled the finger that was still on your clit and you hissed. “Stop teasing! We’re all exhausted.” 

“Are we, though?” 

“Yes,” both you and Remus retorted and Sirius just smiled. You stayed like that for a little while longer. Enjoying the way their skin felt against yours, and the way they felt against each other. You wondered if it would ever get better than this; it seemed impossible, but the two of them had already shown you how “impossible” could be easily conquered. 

“We should clean up and get dressed before they get here,” Remus said as he raised his head and looked at the clock. “We don’t want James or Peter to see us like this.” 

“Hm…” Sirius said thoughtfully. “That could be a way of telling him.” 

“That could be a way to scare the shit out of him,” you responded.

“But then after the shock, he’d know,” Sirius tried to reason. 

“You’re absolutely mental,” Remus said as he pressed a kiss to the boy’s collarbone, and your lips, and pushed himself up. This time neither of you stopped him. He got out of you with a low hiss and pulled the condom off before vanishing it. 

“Étoile,” Sirius asked as he watched Remus’ rubber disappear. “How are you planning to figure that one out?” 

“I have contacts,” you said with a smirk. And then looked down on yourself. You were still rather wet and sticky. Perhaps I could take a quick shower, you thought while looking at the bathroom. Remus and Sirius weren’t much better either, Remus was sticky with Sirius’ first orgasm and Sirius still had cum all over his belly. “We’re a mess.” 

“A beautiful mess,” Remus smiled. 

“A delightful mess,” Sirius agreed. 

You looked at Remus, leaning on his shins as he stood from the bed, he had a small purple mark near his collarbone, which blended seamlessly with some of his scars. You had no idea if that had been you or Sirius that caused it, the fact that it could be either one was exhilarating. “Couldn’t agree more…” 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Remus said, extending his hand to you. 

“What? Aftercare?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Sirius, have you been neglecting our girl?” Remus teased as he looked at the other boy. 

“Last time we fucked it was in the water, and trust me, I cared mighty well for her.” 

You laughed and didn’t complain as Remus pulled you to their bathroom and started the taps. “Not so hot,” Sirius said from the room as he cleaned the bedsheets with a swipe of his wand. He knew Remus usually took scalding showers. 

“You’re not even here,” Remus retorted from the bathroom, although he did open the cold tap a little further. 

“Yet…” Sirius added, and you laughed. There was no way in hell the three of you would fit into the small bath.

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Doing It Wrong On Purpose: Episode 1 - The Un-Ship

Today's experiment: What happens if I prompt for something, and then negative prompt all the main keywords, plus various synonyms and related words?

The answer: Some gloriously weird stuff.

For example, let's look at a negative cat:

Positive prompt: A cat on a windowsill during a storm

Negative prompt: Cat, feline, felidae, kitty, kitten, animal, pet, windowsill, window, glass, pane, house, storm, rain, water, lightning, thunder, clouds, torrent, downpour, snow, blizzard, wind, windy

Interesting! Let's get a little more fantasy with it and try for an anti-deer:

Positive prompt: A deer in a peaceful flowery meadow, crystals, midnight, fantasy, colorful

Negative prompt: Deer, cervidae, animal, elk, moose, stag, doe, fawn, reindeer, antelope, cervid, antlers, flowers, night, dark, trees, foliage, bloom, stars, night, tranquil, fantastic, vibrant, cool, magic, blue, moon, sky, crystal, stone, statue, topiary, floral, blossom

Between these two experiments, including a few dozen other generations that remain unposted, one thing I can say for sure is that for living subjects, it's a great way to get the kind of anatomical wonk that older models are (in)famous for - and it makes sense why, the model is trying to make something that looks like a certain subject...but once it starts to look too much like it, well, shit, we told it NOT to do that! Break something up! Given that I love that kind of wonk, I think I've found a useful tool for myself.

One more living subject, and let's get even more abstract with our direction here:

Positive prompt: mind horse

Negative prompt: horse, equine, colt, filly, mare, stallion, bronco, pony, mind, brain, thought, essence, psyche, intelligence, consciousness, imagination, dream, soul, visualization, intellect, wit, cognizance

Now let's try something that isn't alive. One thing I love AI for is surreal settings and landscapes - lets try one now!

Positive prompt: A magic palace garden made of crystal and gold

Negative prompt: Palace, magic, crystal, gold, fantasy, castle, estate, stronghold, temple, garden, flowers, plants, blossoms, bloom, blooms, trees, grass, stems, foliage, leaves, greenery, branches, bush, bushes, hedge, hedges, metal, luxury, stone, glass, brass, rose, polished, jewel, prism, courtyard

I then tried to see if, learning from the animal subjects, I could make it more likely to return one of my favorite "mistakes" - making it impossible to discern the point where a water area ends and a sky area begins. I wasn't immediately successful, but I came up with some results I found pleasing regardless-

Positive prompt: Secret hideout in a cave behind a waterfall in the foggy forest on a floating sky island in fluffy clouds

Negative prompt: hideout, camp, campsite, home, abode, house, dwelling, rest, shelter, waterfall, water, cave, grotto, forest, woods, woodland, trees, fountain, cascade, pond, stream, lake, river, brook, puddle, creek, pool, beach, ocean, sea, cloud, clouds, sky, cumulus, cirrus, nimbus, fog, storm, rain, sunshower, falls

It seems that with landscapes it's got a much clearer and more specific "idea" of what a [SUBJECT] without [SUBJECT] looks like; it's more inclined to invent very specific, very consistent unasked for related elements. With the animals, I was tweaking the weight on the positive prompt to avoid getting straightforwardly just what I had positive (and negative) prompted, but with landscapes, I just get... almost something else entirely.

So how about inanimate objects? Let's try a ship, perhaps?

Positive prompt: A huge sailing ship with brilliant prismatic crystal sails on a stormy, turbulent sea of sunset clouds

Negative prompt: ship, boat, sailboat, sailing ship, pirate ship, galleon, ketch, schooner, sloop, cutter, sail, sea, ocean, storm, wind, rain, water, waves, cloudy, clouds, fog, sunset, dusk, dawn, sunrise, twilight, evening

...okay, I'm in love with the un-ship. It truly does manage to consistently give me results that look like, yet entirely unlike, a ship. It is everything I love about AI as a medium. More than that, it is my friend.

At lower positive prompt weights, they only get even more beautifully chaotic.

I want to live on one of these (in an alternate universe where they're geometrically possible and structurally sound, that is).

Failing that, I will be featuring them a lot from now on.

All images generated using Simple Stable, under the Code of Ethics of Are We Art Yet?

[ashwhowrites]

smut prompt 4 with robin perhaps?

"You okay? You’re acting strange” “Yup! Yep yep yep couldn’t be better. Just a little hot- is anyone else hot?”

Absolutely my dear. Always up for Robin requests. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it 🫶🏻😉

⚠️smut ahead, oral sex

Dream girl

Y/N has been Robin's best friend for years. The two did everything and anything together, connected by the hip, and always together. Over that time Y/N got lost in the way she felt for Robin. The way her heart raced when Robin grabbed her hand or played with her hair. She wanted to ignore the butterflies in her stomach when Robin's baby blues looked into her eyes.

But one problem

Robin was in love with someone else.

Robin's latest crush was on Vickie, a gorgeous redhead in band. Y/N cursed herself for not joining band. It killed Y/N to know Robin didn't see her the way she wanted, but it was something she had to accept.

It was a Friday night and Y/N dragged Robin to a random party. Her arm wrapped around Robin's waist as they walked in. Within a few hours, a game of Spin the Bottle started and Y/N begged Robin to play. Maybe praying for the small chance she'll finally kiss Robin.

"I don't want to kiss a stranger!" Robin cried, the anxiety in her stomach as she took in the circle.

"Look! Vickie is playing. You can make her jealous! Or even kiss her! It's a win-win." Y/N explained, successfully getting Robin into the circle.

It took a few turns until the bottle landed on Y/N. She kissed the random guy then spun the bottle, her fingers crossed behind her back. Her heart sped up as the bottle landed on Robin, across the circle.

Robin didn't know what to do, but she felt her body burn as Y/N crawled across the circle. The boys cheered like the idiots they were. Robin looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Don't look so scared, Rob. It's just a kiss." Y/N whispered, gently straddling Robin's lap. Her hands cupped Robin's cheeks and then she leaned in. Y/N had one chance and she had to make it count. Her lips were hot and heavy on Robin's as she took control. Y/N slipped her tongue in Robin's mouth, immediately turned on by how delicious she tasted. Y/N's hands moved into Robin's hair and gave it soft tugs. A sense of pride in her stomach as Robin whimpered and kissed her back.

Once Y/N pulled away for air, she moved back to her spot. A smirk on her face as Robin stared.

Robin never once looked at Y/N as anything more, always stuck on a random girl and then Vickie. But now all she could think about was the amazing feeling of Y/N's tongue against hers. Robin coughed and spun the bottle, shivering as she felt the wetness in her underwear.

She couldn't believe she just made out with her best friend..... And liked it.

~~~

Robin tried to move on but nothing changed. It was just a game and she knew it wasn't supposed to mean anything. But now she couldn't help but remember the way the kiss felt and how good it felt. Robin kept focus on Vickie but she was slipping more and more away.

Robin sat next to Y/N as they watched a movie. Every other Friday they had a sleepover, and now Robin feared she wouldn't sleep at all. How could she lay side by side next to her? Her heart raced just by sitting this close to her and accidentally bumping her hand when they both grabbed popcorn.

~

Robin was zoned in on the movie until she heard Y/N start to speak.

"So how are things with Vickie after the party? She seemed jealous to me." Y/N smirked as she crunched on a piece of popcorn. Robin tried to hide the blush on her cheeks as she once again thought back to the party.

"Good! She wants to hang out tomorrow but I'm a little nervous." Robin admitted.

"Why?" Y/N asked, pausing the movie as she gave Robin her full attention.

"Well after the party, she and I kissed right? And I know how to kiss. But if she wants to go further...I don't know what to do." Robin said shyly.

"You mean like sex?" Y/N asked, her head turned to the side as she tried to understand.

"Sex, oral, and all of it. I've never done anything and I don't know how to please anyone." Robin knew Y/N was her best friend but she felt embarrassed to admit it.

Robin focused on her embarrassment and didn't notice Y/N slowly sliding off the bed. She grabbed the bowl and set it on the floor. Her hands landed on Robin's thighs, causing Robin to jump.

"What are you doing?" Robin stuttered, her body on fire as Y/N began to rub her thighs.

"I'm gonna help you, silly." Y/N laughed, Robin wasn't sure what she meant, but then Y/N tugged down Robin's sleep shorts and she got the hint.

"You don't have to," Robin rushed out but Y/N was already reaching for Robin's underwear.

"I know I don't. But I want to. This is up to you. I'll stop if you want me to." Y/N said as she looked up. Robin felt the breath get stuck in her lungs as Y/N looked up at her between her thighs.

Robin didn't know what to say but she knew she wanted it. She moved over and laid down. Giving Y/N room to join her back on the bed. Y/N smiled and followed her movements. She climbed on the bed and settled between Robin's thighs.

"Just take it slow. You'll grab her underwear and slowly slide it off her body." Y/N instructed her soft hands trailed Robin's underwear down her legs. The cold air hit Robin's cunt and it made her shiver.

"Tease her thighs and legs. Add soft kisses and show affection." Robin tried to listen to what Y/N was teaching her but her hands skimming up Robin's thighs and her lips kissing Robin's stomach had her head spinning.

"I usually like to start with two fingers, either suck your fingers or have her do it," Y/N said, taking a second to suck her fingers before pushing them inside of Robin's cunt. Robin immediately moaned out and clenched.

"Shh, relax. Let your body relax." Y/N cooed, her free hand rubbing Robin's thigh to calm her down. Robin nodded and unclenched. Y/N began to slide her fingers in and out of Robin, explaining what she was doing and why. But Robin wouldn't hear a thing. Too lost in the feeling of her best friend fingering her into bliss.

"Once you think she's ready, you can do this," Y/N said, then Robin felt her tongue begin to lick her clit. Robin gasped at the new feeling, Y/N licked and sucked on Robin's clit gently.

Robin wasn't sure what took over her but her hands reached out and grasped Y/N's hair. She panted and moaned as her hips began to rock against Y/N's face. But Y/N didn't stop her, just went with the new motion Robin started.

Robin's breathing picked up when Y/N's fingers went faster and her mouth began to suck hard on Robin's clit. Robin felt a tight feeling in her stomach, she tried to mumble out words but it came out as whimpers and whines.

Y/N removed her mouth but kept her fingers working inside of Robin.

"Feeling tight? Feel like you need to cum?" Y/N asked a twisted smile on her face that made Robin moan louder than she'd ever had.

Robin nodded and whimpered, her thighs clenching and her legs began to shake. Her heels kicked against the mattress and her back arched. Y/N was quick to work Robin through her orgasm, adding her mouth back to her clit.

Y/N licked up the mess Robin made, cleaning off Robin's thighs and cunt. She softly removed her fingers, allowing Robin to taste herself as Y/N put her fingers on Robin's tongue.

"Clean her up and tell her how beautiful she looked when she came on your tongue and fingers," Y/N whispered as she leaned down and pecked Robin's lips gently.

Robin jolted as she felt someone shaking her. Her eyes snapped open, the movie credits played as Y/N stood above her with a big smirk.

"You alright there, Rob? You passed out and started whimpering." Y/N teased. Robin immediately flushed with embarrassment.

She had a sex dream of her best friend. RIGHT NEXT TO HER.

Robin sat up quickly and felt how hot her body was. She was sweating and her heart pounded.

"Yeah..just..yeah..I'm cool." Robin stuttered out. Trying her best to avoid Y/N's eyes. Robin shifted and immediately regretted it as she felt a pool of wetness in her underwear.

"You okay? You’re acting strange, even for you.” Y/N asked a little concerned as Robin sounded like she struggled to breathe.

“Yup! Yep yep yep couldn’t be better. Just a little hot- are you hot? I need air." Robin rushed out, standing up and heading to the bathroom to splash water on her face.

Robin was so fucking screwed.

[animeyanderelover]

Yearning with Julius from black Clover

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, blackmail

Valentine's Day Special: Yearning Prompt

"You haven't even touched the food since you arrived..."

Purple eyes gazed at your untouched plate, the pastries remaining uneaten. One would think that decades of living on a diet of only potatoes would make someone as you all but leap at such delicacies. Yet you only sat there, your appearance awfully meek as you slumped in the cuhsioned chair, your own gaze directed at the ground. Absolutely pristine, shiny to the point where you could have spotted your own reflection in it if you were to bend down. The dirt on your shoes stood as a stark contrast, only reminding you that you didn't belong in here.

Why were you here?

"I'm not really hungry at the moment."

Of course you weren't. How could you? You were in the presence of someone who used to be an acquaintance but now was no less than the Wizard King himself. Dressed in the finest clothes with a golden necklace you knew was worth more than everything you were wearing at the moment.

Your quiet answer did nothing to ease his worries yet he didn't persist. Despite his childish acts that sometimes gave his assistants a headache Julius could decipher emotions well. It was a skill he had honed over years, all to understand the needs and wishes of the people of the Clover Kingdom more. At that moment it hurt though for he could tell very well what you were feeling at the moment.

You were uncomfortable. With everything. With him.

Still, he couldn't fully find it within him to blame you for this. A long time had passed since the both of you had last seen each other. Lots of things had changed. He wasn't the leader of the Grey Deer anymore but a Wizard King. That status would have intimidated most, especially a citizen from a little village days of travel away from this place.

Thick silence. One that you endured through gritted teeth, still not able to find the strength to lift your face to look at him properly. How must you have looked like after all? With a simple brown dress and a sweaty face from the heat of the season and the embarrassment and shame you were feeling at the moment?

What you could endure, Julius could not. He considered it to be the worst thing that could have happened during this reunion.

"It has been almost 4 years since we have last seen each other," the chair creaked slightly as he shifted his bodyweight, twisting his torso to gaze outside the window overlooking the city, "How have you been?"

With the feeling of his eyes for now removed from you, the pressure was partially lifted so that you could lift your gaze. With the sun shining through the windows, Julius looked every bit as majestic and powerful as people on the streets hailed him to be. So unlike anything you could ever dream to be.

"Well, I guess. I just keep on working on the fields. I've done really nothing special like you have-"

"That's not true, (y/n)."

You were cut off far too fast before you could have belittled yourself in front of him. There was no time to escape his gaze either as his eyes moved far too fast, pinning your own. His gaze was firmer. Still warm but with a hardened gleam that didn't allow you to talk down on yourself any longer in his presence. Coming from him of all people it was all the more intimidating.

"You have done a lot for the people in your village. More than I have done those last few years. Your hard work on the field has kept them fed. Your efforts in rebuilding the village have given the people there strength that even my magic couldn't provide. So don't think of yourself so low."

It did feel like being lectured by a teacher for one brief moment. It was uncomfortable because you were being scolded but not because Julius was being mean. He was just a figure with a lot of authority so having him talk to you like this made you feel ashamed by default. However, as good as his intentions were, you had trouble believing them. After all there were lots of people like you. There was only one Wizard King on the other hand and that was him.

"Wizard King-"

"Julius."

"What?"

"Call me by my name. Just like back then."

"You know I couldn't possibly-"

"(y/n), please..."

Could you really do that? What if you would be punished by someone in here? You hesitated, the taste of his name heavily on your tongue. As purple eyes held your gaze though, just shy of pleading silently, you caved.

"Julius..."

A subtle tension you hadn't even noticed on him before melted away within his shoulders, his body loosening as the sound of his name echoed through the otherwise empty room.

"Julius?"

"Yes?"

The fast reply to your tentative call almost startled you as you had barely stopped your voice before he had replied. It was an eagerness that you were familiar with from back when he had visited your village.

"Why am I here?"

It was a question he must have expected from the way his eyes closed for a few seconds almost defeatedly. Who could blame you though for asking? After all both of you hadn't been in contact for four years. an excruciatingly long time in his mind even though it was time that he wielded as his magic.

Gaze suddenly heavy, purple orbs fell down to the cup of lukewarm tea standing on the table. His vision grew hazy as his mind got lost in nostalgia for a few moments. That powerful man disappeared for a moment, allowing you to see behind the facade. Even as he eventually looked up at you again, that emotion stayed engraved in his face. His eyes shone with something else though, something that you thought both of you had long left behind.

"I wanted to see you. I've missed you."

For the first time you sat up properly, straightening your back as your brows furrowed in a desperate conflict. You did not speak up just yet though. Instead you silently watched as Julius stood up, one hand still resting on the arm of the chair.

“I’ve tried to move on, to think about someone else, but you’re always on my mind.”

His voice sounded heavy. You wondered just how heavy his heart must have felt right now as he confessed something he had kept to himself for far too long. It was impossible to hide the shock on your face.

"You're still...?"

"I've always been. Even now my feelings for you haven't changed."

That's when you couldn't just sit down anymore either. Slowly you rose from your chair, your conflicted gaze searching for any hint of deception or doubt on his face. Deep down you knew that you wouldn't find any yet you foolishly hoped for something. You had already gone through this three years ago. You didn't wish to go through it again and break a good man's heart twice.

"Julius, you're the Wizard King. You have responsibilities."

"That's may be true. But I'm not just that, am I? I am a person with feelings too."

What were you supposed to do? You could feel the cold panic seeping into your veins, your stomach twisting and churning as you were caught in purple eyes looking so deeply into your own with unspoken pain.

"I know it is unfair of me to invite you over and overwhelm you so suddenly with this confession but I fear that I may have reached my limit."

One step closer, close enough for him to take up your entire sight. No matter where you would have looked at this point, you would still be able to see some part of him.

"I am the Wizard King and as one I intend to still serve and protect this kingdom and all its citizens until my last breath. However..."

Warm fingers brushed over the back of your hand, gauging your reaction carefully. When you didn't pull away he slowly embraced your hands with his own.

"I am also a man. One who wishes to protect and cherish the woman that he loves most in this world until he takes his last breath."

You were surpised that you could even hear his words over your own thundering heartbeat. Every thump of your heart sent a new shockwave of bittersweet pain through your chest. Nothing was easier than to remember why you had fallen for him even back then when he had been lesser yet still so much more than you. You were sure that if you were to stay you would fall back in love with him in no time. You doubted that you had ever fallen out of it.

"I ask of you the same thing I did back then. Please stay here. With me. I'm not asking this as the Wizard King nor as the former captain of the Grey Deer. I'm asking as just Julius Novachrono."

There was a heavy lump in your throat, tears in your eyes that you were desperately trying to hide. After all your heart was already weeping enough. There was no need for you to shed tears on the outside then. The damage was already done, wasn't it?

"You know I can't Julius. It's not like I wouldn't want to. But I have responsibilities too. I can't leave my village. If I'm gone then who is going to help my father? Who's going to be there for him? I'm the only family he has left."

"What about your brother?"

The gasp you took in when Julius spoke those words made you nearly choke on the air. It took you a few seconds to recover from that abrupt hit of shock, a few seconds to brace yourself before you dared to dig deeper.

"My... my brother?"

"Yes, your brother. If he were to return to the village and look after your father you wouldn't have to fear for his safety and health."

He didn't lie. The one time where you expected him to lie or for his suggestion to be something that had slipped out unprofessionally, you found only silent seriousness in his eyes. He meant those words.

"That's not possible. I mean, you were the one who arrested him back then."

You weren't blaming him for it. You had never. After all your brother had done something stupid by getting involved with a gang of thieves who had raided numerous villages all throughout the Kingdom.

"Yes, that is the case. However, it is possible to have him released earlier than his conviction has originally intended him to be. An exception can be made. Obviously total freedom cannot be guaranteed but I would be able to have him supervised whilst he could look after your father. He has shown excellent behavior and has been a great help in finding all the stolen goods the thieves have hid throughout the Kingdom."

Shock slowly morphed to disbelief as you listened to Julius. You couldn't tell what it was you were feeling at the moment. One would expect for you to be relieved about this offer. After all your father and you had suffered greatly after your brother had been imprisoned. He had been a fool for sure but his intentions, as misplaced as they had been, had only ever wanted the best for the three of you at its core. Money for your father. For a treatment for an illness that no amount of normal medicine could cure and that kept him bedridden during most days even though he still insisted on helping where he could.

"You're willing to use your authority as the Wizard King to release my brother so that I will agree to stay with you?"

It had a horrible ring to it for some reasons. Even Julius knew it, his eyes for the first time breaking contact with yours out of... Out of what? Shame?

"Your brother would be free and back home, your father wouldn't be left all alone and you would of course still be allowed to visit them."

Whatever it was that had caused him to avert his gaze, it quickly faded away. His voice as composed and calm as ever just like his gaze. He made it sound so logical, didn't he? Like you would be the one who would be wrong if you were to disagree.

"It's the best offer possible for you, is it not?"

[charles-smith-pillow-princess]

What would be Charles’ reaction to Arthur’s first death scare with TB up in the cabin? How would he act around and away from Arthur?

(follow-up to @kaphzzz's prompt here) “So who is this lady?” Arthur asked, accepting the bowl of stew that Charles passed him. 

He was sitting at the table, for once, rather than carefully trying to avoid getting droplets of broth all over the bed. It’d been two days since the scare that had carved new worry-lines into Charles’ brow, and he was finally well enough to sit up for more than ten minutes at a time. 

“Neighbor, south of the ridge,” Charles said, breaking off a hunk of bread and passing it over the table. The other man looked exhausted. Arthur suspected he’d been staying up at night, listening for Arthur’s rasping snores instead of getting proper sleep. 

Arthur’d nag at him for it, but he didn’t have the heart. Not since he woke up from a hazy, fever-addled dream to Charles’ bare face pressed to his chest, their hands loosely joined over Arthur’s heart. 

Arthur had never known Charles to be the religious type. Still wasn’t sure what the other man thought of gods or spirits, anymore than Arthur really understood his own convictions. But, kneeling over Arthur’s bedside, hands clasped—it’d looked an awful lot like the battlefield prayer of a desperate man. 

Arthur took another bite of stew. It was hearty with potatoes and carrots, the fresh kind, rather than the canned goods he and Charles had been reliant on all winter. “How’d y’all run into each other?”

Charles pushed his stew around on his plate. “Killed a bear that had her husband cornered,” he said. “I was out getting a deer—yesterday? He’d been bucked off by his horse, had a broken ankle. She and I made a deal when I brought him back to her.”

Arthur shook his head. “Only you,” he said, amazed. “Killed a damn bear, saved a man, and not a word about it, huh?”

Charles looked up from his food. A tired, fond grin ghosted at the corner of his mouth. “You’re one to talk,” he teased, pointing at Arthur with his spoon. His hair hung in messy tangles around his face. “Still don’t believe half the shit you got up to when you left camp. Pretty sure I only know a third of the stories, too.”

“A fifth, maybe,” Arthur joked back, then sobered. “What deal?”

“They need meat, and help moving the horse feed. She’s agreed to take on our laundry and cook until his ankle is healed up. Should get us all through the winter.” 

“Does she know she’s cooking for two?” Arthur asked, the unspoken question lingering in the air. 

Charles nodded. “Told her you’re my business partner,” he said, grimacing. Charles wasn't a natural liar, but they both knew they needed to be cautious. “We’re trappers, here for the beaver down in the lake.”

“She know I’m sick?”

“She guessed,” Charles confirmed, eyes askance. He scratched at the table with one ragged nail. It'd been bitten down to the quick. “Said I looked like I needed to sleep for a week," he admitted. "I had to explain why I couldn’t stay for dinner--her thank you for saving Francis.”

“Smart lady,” Arthur said, swiping the last of his stew up from the bowl with a hunk of bread. It was good stuff, soft with a chewy crust. Neither of them were good bakers, so it’d been a while since they’d had anything but canned biscuits and crackers. “What’s her name?”

“Marie Bouchard,” Charles said, picking up the ladle next to the crock of stew. Marie had sent it over that morning when Charles had dropped a brace of rabbits by the Bouchard homestead. “Still hungry?” 

His voice was hopeful—Arthur’s appetite dropping back off again had been one of the heralds of his illness making a resurgence. When Arthur had complained of being hungry that morning Charles had lit up like the sunrise at the end of a long winter’s night.

Arthur waved him off. “Don’t think I’ve got room in me for thirds,” he said, a little apologetic. He knew he’d scared Charles bad, two days back.

Charles nodded, setting the ladle back down. He did a poor job of hiding his disappointment.

Something sour curdled in the back of Arthur’s throat, guilt heavy in his belly.

“Hey,” Arthur said, reaching across the table to snag Charles’ hand in his own. “It's been a long week. Can we leave the washing for tomorrow?”

Charles’ fingers twined with Arthur’s own. “You got something else in mind?”

“Lemme brush your hair out?” Arthur asked. “Just…wanna be close to you,” he said. “Know I scared ya, sweetheart.”

Charles smiled, a sweet, soft thing that bloomed across his face, taking years of worry with it. “Sure, Arthur,” he said, squeezing Arthur’s hand tight in his own. “I’d like that.”

[steviestits]

I Move the Stars For No One - Part 2.2

Written for a prompt dmed to me, which can be read in its entirety on this fic’s masterpost.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: M (They're about to start fucking) Summary: After running away from home after an argument with his father, Steve storms off into the woods only to accidentally stumble into the unseelie king's lavish party. The king, Eddie as he likes to be called, is taken by Steve and dances through the night with him. Though Steve enjoys himself, he feels the need to return to the mortal realm, but soon learns that he can't as he has become property of the king after trespassing on a sacred fairy circle. Steve is forced to stay and begins to learn that all is not as it seems, especially in regards to his own past. (Labyrinth inspired story but they share zero plot points.) Trigger Warning: Feminization, Mating Rituals, Heats/Ruts but not the Omegaverse kind

Warning! NSFW! Only read if you’re 18+!

(Link to previous part)

Changelings switching out their children with human babies was honestly a myth. One made up to explain why a child didn’t grow up into what their parents had wanted. Besides, human children made terrible pets as they needed to be taught everything from reading to writing and couldn’t even perform magic without the aid of some mystical focus. They were also messy and loud. So, why would a fae want to raise a human when they had their own perfectly good child that was much more well-behaved?

When a changeling did end up in a human’s crib, an exchange rarely took place, and if it did, it likely wasn’t for another child. Some fae used their own children as bargaining chips, making deals with desperate women who longed to have children of their own in order to get something out of these poor women or because they simply didn’t want the child from the start. Other times, they would leave the unwanted fae child abandoned in the woods and a kind human would take the babe in to raise as their own. There were very rare cases where the fae parents would replace the infant with a stillborn human or one that had died in the night. The parents never questioned it as they viewed the child’s recovery as nothing short of a miracle.

This was all only what Eddie heard from others, however. He’d never met a changeling who was raised outside the fae courts and had no idea about the political strife between the two. It also never occurred to Eddie that a fae raised by humans would be unfamiliar with their true forms as returning to his wolf form felt as natural as breathing to him and thought this was true for all fae.

Steve began stirring again, and Eddie shifted to hide his true form, learning from his mistake from last time. His tail ears had just vanished when Steve opened his eyes. The changeling blinked up at him while raising a hand to stifle a yawn. It seemed that the other had no idea that his glamour was gone as Steve remained calm despite his new appearance.

“Did you sleep well, my pet?” Eddie asked, reaching forward to brush his fingers against Steve’s cheek. “Have any good dreams?”

“Had a weird dream,” Steve mumbled still half-asleep. “Was captured by the king of the fae. He was hot, like super hot.”

“Oh really?”

Steve hummed. “Then we danced, and he captured me. Then he turned into a wolf, or part wolf, I guess. Weird, right?”

“Completely weird. I wholeheartedly agree. Though... are you sure it was just a dream, Stevie?”

At Eddie’s words, Steve paused then rubbed his eyes. He started to become more awake as he took in the room and eyes widened with realization. Then Steve’s eyes fell upon and the expression “deer caught in the headlights” came to Eddie’s mind. It was a human term of phrase, but he’d been to the mortal realm enough times with his uncle to know what it meant and that it aptly applied here.

“You!” Steve exclaimed while pointing a finger at Eddie. “You’re-! Fuck, you’re-!”

“I am, yes.”

“You- You’re the one who-”

“Captured you, yes.”

“It wasn’t a dream, so that means your wolf ears-”

“Were real. But that’s not the only thing. You should see for yourself.”

Eddie waved his hand and made a mirror appear at the foot of the bed. One look into it had Steve reeling back, hands beginning to touch each part of himself to check if it matched what he saw reflected. A swell had started to develop in Steve’s chest as his body began to prepare for their upcoming mating. They’d completed all the rituals with Steve being the passive parting in the courting, meaning he would be the one to bear the child.

“These are- I can’t have- But I’m a boy...” Steve trailed off as he became particularly interested in the breasts that he discovered, fondling them and groaning softly as he stared at himself in the mirror. “What did you do to me?”

“Nothing you didn’t already agree to by participating in the ritual.”

“Ritual? What ritual?”

“The mating dance. Then I fed you and placed you in my bed. Even if you’re not aware of it, as a fae, you agreed, so your body and magic know what it must do.”

“I’m not-”

Again, Steve tried to argue that he wasn’t fae, so Eddie pushed his hand underneath the blanket to rub his hand up Steve’s thigh. The changeling instantly stopped talking as Eddie felt slick rush over his fingers. Eddie pushed his fingers up higher, until they were right at the edge of Steve’s newly formed pussy, which was primed for their eventual mating.

“Tell me to stop, and I will,” Eddie whispered to him. “Tell me this doesn’t feel right, and I’ll pull my hand away to let you go back to bed. You can forget all this ever happened.”

Steve’s hands, which were still groping his own breasts, trembled. Another wave of slick poured from the changeling, and he didn’t say no. He didn’t say anything as he stared at Eddie then at the mirror with conflicted eyes. What the humans had taught him was clearly at odds with what Steve’s fae instincts were telling him, so Eddie leaned in closer, until only a breath separated their lips from each other.

“Tell me to stop,” Eddie said again. “Tell me that you’re human, that none of this is real, and I’ll stop. I’m waiting.”

“Eddie-” Steve began, though he didn’t finish as he leaned forward, closing the distance between them. Then the sweet taste of the changeling instantly flooded Eddie’s senses. It was everything that Eddie had imagined and more when he’d seen Steve across the way at the ball. This was Eddie had been craving all these years as each Season passed one after the other without this sweetness until now. Finally, he possessed it and could fully sample each part of his new mate.

Part 2.1 ~ Masterpost ~ Part 2.3 (Coming Soon-ish)

[teeth-eater-666]

Help, I'm still struggling to use Tumblr and accidentally deleted this-

Anyways omg hi, woah. I wasn't expecting anyone to actually read let alone want more from my stuff. That was the first smut fic/drabble I've ever written.

I submitted this as an idea/thirst to another account but I think I'll expand on that here now-

(I mean with every fiber of my being when I say, he is a switch.)

The thing is, this man can dish it out but can't take it back. Being a relentless tease, it's one of the things that really connects him and Josh as friends.

When you're prepared for a calm night together of him taking the lead, soft whispers of teasing in your ear. He fully believes he's got this down pat, even feeling the slightest bit smug.

Content to make actual love to you, with soft caresses and warm kisses. Connected at the hips, pelvis pressed against your clit in all the right ways. Tangled together in a dance just for the two of you.

So when you beg him to absolutely "wreck my pussy." He freezes like a deer in headlights. Only in his wildest dreams have you spoken to him like this.

He was so flushed the moment those words left your mouth. The tips of his ears were flaming with heat and continued to be spread all the way to his chest.

He was completely stiff as a board. You could see all of him physically tensing, every muscle in his stomach felt taunt against you. Though his face showed no sign of what he was thinking.

It almost started to worry you, the question on the tip of your tongue. Until his hips snapped back, and began a rabbit pace that stole all breath from your lungs.

"You can't just say things like that when I'm inside you!" The whine in his voice was so unexpected, but so very welcome.

It takes him awhile to truly build up confidence, that's just the kind of person he is. Clearly his confidence has gone through the roof with a little dirty talk.

He was gonna drive you crazy with how absolutely fast he was going. Despite being the typical nerd, you knew he had the body to lift you off the ground and more.

He leaned down to kiss at your neck, " Say it again."

Confusing etched into your face momentarily until you understood the message. "Say it again, I'm gonna wreck this pussy." He was practically moaning and mewling like an animal in heat at this point.

Hooking your ankles under his ass to pull him impossibly deeper just prompted you to beg more of him.

"C'mon, I know you can do it. Wreck this pussy." Practically out of breath, you still said it again and again, and again. "Wreck my pussy please."

Sliding a hand between you seemed impossible, but with the way he was grinding into your clit with each thrust it wasn't needed.

Impossibly close to tipping over the edge, you swallowed each other's moans all the way to the finish line.

Pulling out slowly was as antagonizing as it was pleasurable. "God, I think you might have actually wrecked my pussy."

He looked panicked for a second, not quite being all there yet, even muttering a quiet "What-"

"I'm not serious honey, get your head out of the clouds." He slumped next to you, resting his head on top of yours.

"I didn't expect you to get so worked up." His blush was back, "Neither did I." The clear embarrassment shining in his features once more.

"But um, I liked it. The dirty talk you did- we did."

You went to bed content that night, learning something new about you and your partner.

[btvs3x21]

Fuffy + 86

writing prompts! (not taking more)

Buffy's heart always hurt when the dreams were soft, but it was a good kind of ache. Sore in a familiar way. Their dreams were the only time she could be tender with Faith. In the real world, nobody understood. In their dreams, nobody needed to. Not even Buffy.

They were in Buffy's bedroom again, but Faith was letting it be good this time. She was smiling as she thumbed through Buffy's CD collection, telling her which albums she thought were okay like nothing bad had ever happened. She had dimples. Buffy had known that since the first night they'd met, and she'd always found it charming, but in their dreams, she could tell Faith that.

"I love your smile."

The muscles in Faith's back seemed to all tense up at once. She went still like a prey animal hoping not to be seen. Her smile was suspended, though. Like she didn't know how to stop it.

Buffy inched closer to Faith. She reached out slowly, trying not to startle Faith too much. She'd spent so long not caring to be gentle with Faith like this in the real world. Not when Faith had lied about her Watcher or when they'd first come to blows or even when Buffy had struck her hard and fast without warning after everything went wrong.

The gentleness, the slowness had only come when Buffy had put the knife through Faith. It had been hard and fast going in, breaking the barrier and spilling Faith's blood, but when she'd buried it to the hilt and heard the way Faith gasped and almost moaned, she'd had to pull out of Faith. All she'd wanted then was to make it right. To stitch up Faith's wounds and hold her and tell her all could be forgiven if she'd just let Buffy love her the right way.

Sometimes, Buffy still felt Faith's bruised forehead against her lips.

Sometimes, Buffy still felt Faith's body wrapped around the blade.

Her fingers brushed over Faith's shoulder blades. "I miss you."

Faith flinched into Buffy's touch. "I'm right here, B."

"For now. But you always leave." Buffy gently took hold of Faith's shoulder and urged her to turn towards Buffy. She wanted to see Faith.

The smile was still frozen, but it was growing tenser. Faith's dimples looked all wrong.

Faith was facing Buffy now, her doe eyes going blank. "You're the one who sent me away."

"I didn't want to. You didn't give me a choice." Why couldn't Faith understand that? She'd been the one to suggest Buffy should kill her in the first place. The one who'd backed Buffy into a corner until she had to kill Faith. The one who'd seemed so proud on that rooftop as the knife came out of her. Proud, and then gone before Buffy could be soft with her.

"I gave you a choice," Faith said.

Buffy shook her head urgently. "No, you didn't. Angel was going to die. You knew what the cure was." Her hand was still pressed to Faith. On instinct, it fell like Faith had, all the way down to her abdomen, just above her hip.

The scar was under her shirt. Buffy wanted to see it. Wanted to right it. Wanted to touch it. Wanted to feel how she'd marked Faith. How Faith had marked her.

Faith wasn't saying anything. Her lips were parted into a silent o.

"You knew. Didn't you? You had to know." She took the fabric of Faith's shirt into her fist. She didn't mean to. She didn't want to force Faith to show her, but she'd never seen it. It had felt dirty and wrong to try to see it when she'd visited Faith in the hospital, and the only times Faith's midriff had been visible in their dreams, it had been clean of the scar.

Faith hadn't moved a muscle. Buffy had never seen a deer caught in headlights before, but she thought that they must look like Faith did. "You still had a choice, B. That was the point."

"So did you," Buffy said.

Faith smiled again. "Whatever you say."

Buffy couldn't help it. She pulled the shirt up desperately.

It was almost translucent for a moment, but Buffy thought she saw the scar before it flickered out of existence.

"What, you haven't taken enough from me?"

"Isn't that my line?"

[whalesongsblog]

🪻Home, Finally🪻

AN: I promised girldad Ominis. Let it not be said that I don't deliver <3

Thank you so very much to @butternutt613 @ravenwind-75 and @elisalsaa for helping keep my motivation alive 🩷🩷

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Sheer curtains fluttered past the shuttered, wooden balcony windows in the cool breeze. The chambers of the princess and prince consort of the Suryan empire were illuminated in a pale silver glow as the moon hung in the ink-black sky. Beyond the palace, the stretch of forest was silent save for the occasional call of a Muntjak deer. Low, deep huffs drifted from the foot of the massive, ornate bed as the princess’s beloved- if not unusual- companion slept. While unconventional, having a fully grown Royal Bengal tiger at her side did act as a useful deterrent to unwanted conversations. 

Miradevi’s leg draped over her husband’s hips, her arms firmly wrapped around their baby daughter. Chandra snuffled slightly in her sleep, lost in flitting dreams. The Prince Consort was attuned to every small sound since he was young, the sense exacerbated since the birth of his child. Ominis Surya Lakshmi mumbled something intelligible, the instincts of a father leading him to shift closer to his daughter and wrap a gentle arm around her tiny frame. The little princess fell back into a quiet slumber, shielded by her parent’s embrace.

 

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“Shubh Prabhaat, rajkumar.”  

Ominis smiled at the familiar voice of their bodyguard. “Good morning to you as well, Ravi.” He greeted back, warmly. The seasons were slipping into summer, the days longer, and the height of the afternoons often driving the prince consort and princess to raid the kitchens for iced lassi and kulfi. Ominis rolled his shoulders, exhaling as a pinch in his arm smoothed out. Supporting his wife and his child had his limbs screaming for mercy by morning. 

“My wife and daughter are nowhere to be found, it seems. Would you happen to know where they are?”  Shrugging on an emerald green cotton sherwani embroidered with silver accents- a gift from his in-laws once they learned about his lineage and connection with his House from university- Ominis flicked his wand, and the tip flared to life with the cherry-red pulse of light. He rolled up the sleeves for good measure, exposing muscled forearms.

Living in the sprawling Indian kingdom had been a catalyst for significant change. Gone were the frigid British winters and grey summers. Here, the days were endlessly sun drenched, the palace a constant riot of chatter and vibrant colors, a flurry of activity. His wife’s flirtatious comments and teasing about him having the physique of a panther, meri jaan, had prompted him to flush and feign embarrassment, but he’d been quite pleased about it. There was something to be said about the health offered by not living his life in a constant state of tension courtesy of his parents. 

“Rajkumari Miradevi is with the rest of the family in the darbar, my prince.” Ravi offered, bowing. While the kingdom had been…unsure about a foreigner sitting on the throne beside their beloved princess, he’d be ther first to say that the tall, pale Britisher had swept in with a determination to prove himself, and was doing a damn good job at it so far. Besides, he made Miradevi happy. That, in and of itself, scored a plethora of brownie points with the people. “I was requested to escort you to them.” The Prince Consort smiled as the bedroom doors opened for him. The guards, standing sentinel, fell into a practiced salute. “By all means.” 

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The palace was massive, a marvel of gilded pillars and high, ornate archways, opulent and stately rooms- and it had taken him a significant amount of time to map it out. But everyone from the King and Queen to the passing stableboys had helped him along the way, and now the place was well and truly home, known to him like the back of his hand. 

“His Royal Highness, Prince Consort Ominis Surya Lakshmi.” 

Soaring doors that nearly reached the ceiling were dragged open, opening up into the sprawling bhavan. A long table stood in the center, the rest of the chamber gilded gold. Statues and bookshelves lined the painted walls as Ominis walked down the center of the room. He raised his fist over his heart and bowed before the Suryan royal family- the salute of the empire. “Your Highness.”

King Ashok Lakshmi didn’t heed Ominis’ formalities, sweeping his son-in-law into a hug, while Queen Durgavati began her obligatory fussing. She adjusted the crown settled on his soft blonde hair, brushed away imaginary wrinkles on his sherwani. 

“There we go. You look very handsome, Ominis.” Queen Durgavati stepped aside and smiled, and Ominis’s ears heated as he heard the princes snickering. It was quickly silenced by what he assumed was one of her classic, quick glares. The princes may have been well into their thirties, but a look from the maharani of the realm did enough to keep them in line. 

“Thank you, Mata,” Ominis said quietly. “Where is-“ 

“That rascal daughter of mine?” Maharani Durgavati shook her head, and Ominis bit back a laugh at the fond exasperation in her tone. “Out in the fields. She’s teaching my poor grandchild to climb mango trees or some such thing, I expect. I’ll have two little monkeys running amok, and my hands full.” 

Ominis sighed, making a show of mock disappointment, though his heart soared. His wife never failed to make him appreciate life just a little bit more. “I should go and ensure that she does not get carried away, then?” 

The queen scoffed softly, but he heard the genuine fondness in her voice. “Please. You do not fool me in the slightest, Beta. Go find her, and just make sure she does not come back with mango stains all over her clothes.” 

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Mira relished in the peal of giggles from her daughter as she spun around, the anklets on her bare feet jingling. The dirt was warm, the humidity of what promised to be a sweltering day hanging on the horizon. Ochre sunlight caught her midnight-black hair and her rich brown skin, burnishing her gold. The princess’s lehenga flared as she spun her giggling daughter in a circle, a laugh bubbling out of her in response. The sprawling fields and forests of the palace grounds stretched on, the swaying grasses brushing her calves, the trees providing welcome shade. 

Chandra shook a little fist, squealing with joy at her mother’s shenanigans. Mira brushed her thumb over her daughter’s fuzzy black hair, grinning. “You find that funny, little Myna? Very amusing, hm?” 

Mira wasn’t exactly expecting a response from her daughter but was interrupted by the pounding of hooves on earth. The princess turned as Chandra squirmed slightly in her grip, both mother and daughter instantly recognizing the man atop his Marwari mare. Huffing, the horse reared to a stop, digging a hoof into the ground. 

Ominis slid neatly from the saddle, striding over to his wife with an easy grin quirking his lips as he tugged leather riding gloves off with his teeth. 

“Your highness.” Mira dipped into a bow, grinning. Chandra babbled happily in her arms, reaching for her father. “What brings you out here, my prince?” 

Ominis tried not to let the way she spoke the title, with that honey-sweet voice of hers, get to him. The tease was obvious in her lovely, beautiful voice. He failed miserably. 

“Keeping tabs on my wayward wife and our little bundle of terror.” He placed two fingers beneath her chin, tilting her face up slightly. “What are you doing out here, Mira?” 

“…teaching the youth our culture?” 

“Mm.” Reaching up to her hair, running gentle fingers over her thick tresses, he found telltale signs of what he was searching for. Ominis pulled a brittle leaf from his wife’s hair, trying hard not to smile. “And our culture is… climbing trees like a wild little woodland creature?” 

“I think we’re in trouble, Chandra,” Mira said in a theatrical whisper to her happily unaware daughter. “Shall we distract him?” 

“You’ll do no such thing.” Ominis knew his stern tone dissolved like sugar in the presence of his wife, but it was worth a shot anyway. His daughter chose that moment to give a little coo that melted his heart. Pure adoration tightened his chest as he reached out, and Mira gently passed his baby girl over to him. Ominis ducked his head, allowing Chandra to run her tiny hand over his nose, babbling incoherently. “Is that right, precious?” He murmured softly, lashes fluttering shut. “What an interesting day you’ve had.” 

Spurred on by her father’s interest, Chandra continued her incomprehensible chatter, as Ominis nodded along, serious. “Mmhm. I see- I completely agree. The trade agreements the Bulgarians are pushing for are ridiculous. Very true, darling.” 

Miradevi laughed, thoroughly entertained by her husband’s antics. The sky stretched endlessly blue above them, the low hills and forests sweeping out, dotted by the empire’s provinces and towns. The low, sprawling homes and villages were decorated in a vibrant burst of color for the upcoming festival of Diwali, the wizarding and muggle populations celebrating together as they often did. Even the centaurs living deep in the forests often came out to join in, watching the stars on the night of the festival. 

“It’s going to be too warm for her to be outside, soon.” Mira pointed out, gently interrupting Ominis’ rant on diplomatic relations with the Germans. “Shall we head back to the palace, meri jaan?” 

“Oh- yes, of course.” Ominis gestured for her to come closer, tugging Mira close to him with his free arm, balancing Chandra with his other. “Let me take you back, my love.” He ducked his head to pepper kisses along her jawline, something deep inside him purring in satisfaction as she leaned closer and nodded demurely- the perfect picture of submission. 

He should have known better. 

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“I meant that I’d be holding the reins, Mira!” 

The princess only laughed and flattened her body against the mare’s saddle, the Marwari’s hooves flying over the dirt, kicking up dust and clumps of grass. Her husband was sitting behind her, their daughter gripped firmly in his arms as she giggled in delight. Magic held his thighs stable against the horse’s flank, enabling him to keep his baby daughter secure in his arms. The jasmine and rose scent that accompanied his wife hung in the air as the wind rushed past them, Mira’s exhilirated laugh as she rode his horse with a practiced ease and grace had him falling in love with her all over again, and he gave up, merely leaned close against her back as Chandra wound her tiny arms around his neck. 

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Rani Durgavati Surya Lakshmi folded her arms, running her gaze over her daughter and son-in-law, trying very hard not to crack a smile. The queen exuded regal grace, much the opposite of her daughter with windswept hair and slightly crumpled, muddied clothes. Her son-in-law was hardly any better, but he had the decency to look slightly chagrined, at least. 

“And here I thought having a child of your own would make you a little less like a village scamp. Clearly, that is not the case. One would never look at you and see a twenty-seven-year-old mother and princess. Are those leaves in your hair?” “Amma, have I ever told you how pretty you are?” Miradevi grinned, quickly throwing her arms around her mother. “And how very much I love you?” 

“Away with you.” The Queen mother fought a smile but pressed a kiss to Mira’s head anyway, leaf-ridden or not. In a strange, fleeting pang of memory, Ominis thought of his own mother. 

She’d never treated him in such a manner, with that sort of gentleness. The House of Gaunt had never known gentle. All she’d done was throw soirees and grand events as Ominis endured atrocities at the hands of his own father. 

The queen’s next words pulled him from the dark path his thoughts were spiraling down. 

“Your brothers need assistance drafting the new legislation on goblin artisanal trade. Do help them with it, won’t you? After a bath?” 

“Yes, amma.” 

“Yes, your majesty.” 

Ominis turned to leave with his wife after giving the queen a low bow but was abruptly stopped by a gentle grip on his wrist. “Your highness-?” He began, confused, but his words were cut off as Queen Durgavati pulled him into a crushing hug, kissing him on his soft hair. Anything he was going to say died in his throat, only to be replaced by a strange, tight lump. 

“You are my son-in-law, Ominis. Not a stranger. Now go on; the legislation is quite important.” 

Ominis nodded, that same strange swell of emotion threatening a burn of tears in his eyes. “Yes, mata.” He took a deep breath, a smile breaking out on his lips as Mira laced her fingers with his. He took her fingers, kissing them gently. “Shall we, princess? Duty calls.” 

“Of course, pyaare.” 

Chandra squirmed in his arms, clearly upset at being left out, and Ominis laughed, nuzzling against her cheek. “Forgive me. Are you joining us as well, Chandra?” 

His daughter’s answering babble could be taken as nothing but assent, and Ominis nodded. “Well, she’s quite the little politician already.” 

Mira’s answering laugh hung in the warm summer air. In a single, fleeting moment, Ominis knew, for certain, that he was home amongst the towering domes and opulent rooms of the palace. Home amongst the rolling hills and forests, amongst his people, his family, his wife and daughter. Squaring his shoulders and readjusting his grip on Chandra, Ominis fell into step at his wife’s side- exactly where he belonged. 

[after-the-end-times]

Dyed Key Lime Green

Prompt: Green 💚Song: The Last Great American Dynasty 💚 Word Count: 1,234 💚 Rating: T 💚 POV: Steve 💚 Relationships: Established Steddie 💚 Tags: Prank gone wrong in Eddie's ongoing feud with an 80yo neighbor, Dog is dyed green (gonna assume safe dye), Long suffering Steve in dealing with their elder feuds, Dustin's a little shit, Vampire Corroded Coffin, Immortal Steve (adult in 1920s) 💚 For @corrodedcoffinfest Somewhere Over the Rainbow: Green Ao3 Previous Parts: Red Orange Yellow

Steve dreamed the phone was ringing, looking for it, but not finding it anywhere. The dream swirled away from him and he heard the phone ringing in his bedroom. He snuffled into his pillow, vaguely wondering if he needed to answer it. A knee jabbed into his side and a body collapsed over his back, the phone fell off the side table. The pressure on his back increased and Steve couldn’t really breath, but that didn’t seem so important as staying asleep.

“What,” Robin croaked, half asleep, head and arms still hanging off the bed. “Mmmhmm.”

She clambered back over Steve, jabbing him in the kidney again, flopping back on her side, dropping the corded phone against his arm. “Phone.”

He hummed, moving his hand enough to slide the phone against his ear. “Hmm?”

“Stevie? You gotta help.” Eddie, whispering harshly into the phone, clearly trying to stay calm. “We messed up.”

Steve twisted, sitting up, rubbing a hand over his face. “What happened. Are you okay? Where are you?”

Eddie sucked in a breath, letting it out shakily. “Your kitchen. Can you come down?”

“Coming,” he said, hanging up.

Robin sat up, “What’s going on?”

Steve threw the blankets off. “I don’t know. Eddie just called from the other line in the kitchen. He sounded really upset.”

Robin sighed, heavy and put out about having to get up at 3:30 in the morning. They thudded down the stairs. All the lights were still off. Steve frowned, looking for evidence there was someone in the house.

“Eddie?”

They froze, suddenly alert with adrenaline, when sounds came from the dark kitchen. Clicks tapping on tile. A whining snuffle. A chair scraping across the floor.

Steve stepped half in front of Robin. Sliding to the side, he reached a hand around the doorway, flicking the light switch on, eliciting screeches at the bright light. Robin shoved past Steve, stomping into the kitchen when the screams sounded suspiciously like their favorite pack of vampires.

“What are you doing creeping around in the dark at three thirty in the morning,” she growled, the guys standing around the room in various states of feigned casualness, undermined by their deer-in-the-headlights expressions.

Steve took in the scene; Eddie’s hair in a rat’s nest of a bun, green grass stains down Gareth’s shirt and, somehow, Freak’s hands. He walked toward Eddie who was, for some reason, keeping the island between them.

“Ok, Eddie, what’s going o- ahhhhn!” he stumbled back, throwing an arm in front of Robin, pushing her back from the giant shaggy green monster in his kitchen. “Eddie! What is that?!”

It looked like a dog, but Steve had seen creatures that were dog shaped not-dogs before, so he wasn’t taking chances. The dog creature panted, tongue lolling, and walked up to Steve, snuffling at his sleep pants. Steve held very still.

Robin, however, shoved past his arm, dropping to a knee in front of it. She took its face in her hands and started cooing in a way Steve had never seen her do before. “Awww puppers, what happened to you? Did some big mean vampires dye you green?”

Steve looked up at Eddie whose eyes were wide, brows tipped up in worry. Steve deliberately crossed his arms, shifting his weight to one leg to pop a hip, and slowly raised a single eyebrow. “Eddie.”

Eddie gulped, “Yeah, baby?”

“Who’s dog is this?”

Eddie plastered on a big smile, getting ready to regale them with a tale so outlandish, they’d get lost in it. Steve didn’t look away from Eddie. “Gareth. The dog?”

Eddie whipped around to look at the others who had been inching backwards toward the door. “Gareth,” Eddie tried to say menacingly.

“Eddie! Come on!” Gareth flung his arms out, marched back to the center of the kitchen, the green dog turning to jump up on him, huge paws resting solidly on his shoulders. “We have to do something with him at some point! What, are we just gonna leave him here forever and hope Old Lady Rawlins just never puts up lost dog posters? Or worse, goes to the cops and points her bony finger at us, because you two started some weird feud!”

Steve’s head fell back and pinching the bridge of his nose, he heaved a sigh deeper than the Mariana trench. He looked over at Jeff and Freak, still creeping toward the door, “Please tell me this is washable dye.”

They looked at each other, looked at Steve, and shook their heads.

“Well, ain’t that just the cat’s pajamas,” Steve sighed, it was too early, or too late, to deal with this ongoing two sided feud between Eddie and his old lady neighbor who lived in the farmhouse a quarter mile down the road. The dog had flopped to the floor, fluffy tail sweeping the tile. Robin and Gareth sat on the floor rubbing his ears and belly and quietly baby talking the green monstrosity.

Steve turned away, heading back up to his room. He grabbed the walkie, hoping Dustin had it turned up enough to hear in his sleep, and stomped back down to the kitchen. Eddie sat in a chair, looking so lost and tired.

“Eddie.” Eddie’s head popped up, eyes lighting up at Steve’s return. “Here’s the plan.”

Hours later, with Robin back in bed and Gareth, Jeff, and Freak back home, Eddie and Steve cuddled up on the couch waiting for an update. Steve buried his face in Eddie’s curls where his head rested against Steve’s shoulder. He wanted to let sleep take him swiftly into its depths, but he couldn’t quite yet. Dustin should be back any second.

Knock knock knock!

Dustin!

Steve gently shook Eddie’s shoulder. “Babe, Dustin’s back.”

Eddie rubbed his face on Steve’s shoulder as Steve shifted forward. Steve got up, let Dustin in, and sat back next to Eddie. “So? How’d it go? No problems?”

“She gave me twenty bucks!” Dustin whipped out the $20 bill, showing it off, smug smile splitting his face. “And she totally bought that ‘rolled around in freshly cut grass’ bull you had me spout. There’s about five different reasons that doesn’t make sense, but old people, I guess. So, congratulations, you’re off the hook. Now, I think this money calls for an arcade day. Eddie? I’ll see you at eleven. You can take us to lunch before driving us to the arcade.”

He spun around and left, slamming the door way too loud for 7am on his way out.

Eddie looked over at Steve. “When he said ‘us’, you don’t think he means all the pipsqueaks, do you?”

“I’m afraid so, baby.” Steve nodded, smiling with faux pity. “Think he owns your ass for the day. Have fun with that.”

He stood up, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders. “Welp, I’m to bed. I’ll see you tonight?”

Eddie looked up him, eyes so wide and lovely. “What’s tonight?”

Steve leaned down, brushing a kiss across his lips once, twice, three times before deepening it, licking into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie gripped his hips and tried to pull him down to his lap. Steve pulled back, sashaying backwards to the stairs.

“Tonight’s when I own your ass, baby love.” he smirked, spinning to take a step up the stairs. He flicked a wave over his shoulder. “Have fun with the kiddies today, don’t wear yourself out. I have plans.”

The Last Great American Dynasty - Taylor Swift And in a feud with her neighbor She stole his dog and dyed it key lime green

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[jjameslily]

tied to you, ch. 3

soulmate au - a continuation of my microfic posted for jilymicofic's august prompt ( read chapter on AO3 )

if i ever promised chapters would be 1k or less no i didnt

“What?” Her voice cracked, the word barely escaping her lips. 

“Were you aware of the connection?” The man repeated calmly. 

She blinked, realizing with a start that she had stopped listening. His words were a distant noise, only half-processed as her mind wandered. 

It hadn’t been long since she had stirred awake, sunlight coming through the high windows of the hospital wing. The day blurred as she was quietly led from her bed to a cramped office beside the infirmary. Pomfrey had closed the door behind her, leaving Lily alone with a man dressed in healer robes now sitting across from her. 

The question hung between them as her mind flitted from one hazy memory to another—fleeting and half-forgotten moments from her childhood she had buried deep. But even as she tried to dig them up, none made any sense to her. She shook her head slowly, her throat tight from the moment the healer had begun to speak. 

“Ms. Evans,” the healer filled the silence, “I can understand this is all quite overwhelming. But if you wish to have better control over your connection, you must open yourself to it.”

Her eyes snapped to him. “You mean what happened wasn’t normal?”

He shook his head. “It’s difficult to classify anything as ‘normal’, as the manifestations are quite rare, but I suspect what happened last night could be an effect of a suppressed bridge between souls.”

Her breath caught. “Rare?”

“While we once believed having a soulmate in itself wasn’t entirely uncommon, their manifestations have certainly dwindled since the old days.” He paused, as if he was giving her a moment to catch up. “To put it simply, it’s rare that a bond presents itself clearly—if at all—nowadays. One could live their entire life completely unaware they’re only half of one whole.” 

“What makes it manifest then?”

He gave her a sympathetic look. “Soulmate bonds are ancient magic, and very unpredictable. There aren’t fixed rules to them nor are there any leading studies that suggest one reason over another. It just… happens.” The healer paused, studying her carefully before continuing, “For now, I recommend meeting with me over the next few weeks, to guide you through…”

But Lily’s mind began to drift again, the healer unable to keep her attention. Soulmates… suppressed bridge…old magic… She could barely process it. Her stomach was in knots as the idea shifted uncomfortably within her. 

Who was her soulmate? How was she meant to find them? Did she want to? The gnawing loneliness she had always carried—had it been shared or had it been her own doing by closing herself off and building her walls up for years until it was just a distant period of her childhood?

When the healer was satisfied her condition was stable, Lily was allowed to take the rest of the day off from classes to rest. She let her feet carry her absentmindedly, moving with the vague intention of heading to her dormitory. The laughter of students rang in the corridors and faces rushed past her, the noise muffled as Lily wandered aimlessly, disconnected from it all. 

It wasn’t until the sharp breeze touched her skin that she felt herself pulled back into her body. Her legs had carried her toward the lake, its glistening surface providing her some relief under the late afternoon sun. 

Lily wasn’t sure what drew her to it. Perhaps it was the way the water reflected the sky as it did in her dream. She imagined herself back in that forest, the trees rustling in the breeze around her, the invisible string tugging at her hand. Without realizing it, she began to reach out—not with her hands, but with something from deep within her.

Hello? The word drifted out, awkward and clumsy. The image of a deer blinking back at her made her feel foolish as she was met with silence.

For a moment, nothing happened. The stillness wrapped around her, amplifying her uncertainty as she waited with only the sound of her heartbeat drumming in her ears. 

But then a laugh filled the empty space. Something not just heard, but felt—and somehow familiar. It brought forward a surge of color, a small spark that flickered in the darkness, and she then sensed it—a presence. 

Don’t worry, came an amused response. I’m human. 

Lily’s breath hitched as she heard his voice in her mind. The sensation was like a light breeze stirring around her, or the brush of fingertips just barely grazing skin. It was gentle, almost deliberate in the way it slowly came to.

It’s you, she said almost in a daze.

He didn’t say anything, but hesitation fluttered within her. She was stunned at the realization that the feeling wasn’t her own. 

Soulmate. The word she had heard all morning seemed to glow as she thought it, escaping before she could reel it in. In this part of her mind, her thoughts and words were intertwined in thin, silvery ropes that she struggled to differentiate.

His presence hummed in response either way. Didn’t you know? 

How would I have known?

Her memories came rushing through then, crashing like waves on the shore, too loud and too fast. The healer’s clinical tone as he spoke to her, the clicking of his pen as he wrote down notes, Lily’s guilt as she grappled with the fact that she had intentionally suppressed their bond—yet completely unaware that someone was on the other side of it. 

There was an indistinct shudder that passed through them, then a pause. In the silence, she felt him sifting through the tendrils of their shared connection, brushing against her thoughts tentatively. A feeling of surprise surged through her, tinged with something else.

I thought you did... We’ve talked before, just once.

Lily felt the ghost of his own memory surfacing, almost as if she was recalling it herself. Grief pooled like cold water in her chest as he unraveled the memory slowly, almost carefully. Hands clutching a tear-stained t-shirt, the sound of her shuddering breath as she held back her sobs, the force in which he felt her voice calling out to him. As gently as he tried, it still tugged painfully at her as she remembered willing herself to believe it was her father—needing it to be her father—who had spoken to her one last time.

Everything around them began to shake. It was too much. 

Without a word, she pivoted from the memory, every image and every feeling shattering like glass. As everything fell away, she was plunged into what felt like an endless void, the sensation leaving her disoriented and nauseous as noise buzzed loudly in her ears. Instinctively, Lily reached out for something solid, desperately searching the contents of her mind for anything to ground her, and in an instant, the darkness fell away—replaced by something else entirely.

It was like stepping into a room bathed in rich golden hues, the kind that filtered through windows on a brilliant summer’s day. It was as though the air itself was sparkling with life, filling the space with a gentle hum that radiated through her and ignited a sense of comfort.

Where her own mind felt like a maze of closed doors and shadows, this space was inviting and bright. She didn’t feel the need to push past any barriers or pry anything open.

And, suddenly, it struck her that this was him—his consciousness. 

His amber-lit presence filled the room effortlessly, welcoming her as if he had nothing to hide. 

I’m sorry, he said earnestly. I should have warned you about the memories. 

What was that? 

I’m not sure… I didn't realize you could do that. We’ve never been connected this long.

As she settled into this new space, she realized how calm he had been, despite it all. You don’t seem surprised having a stranger’s voice in your head, she accused. 

Well, I’d argue we’re not strangers , he said, and almost as if to tease her, the word that had escaped from her mind earlier floated back to the surface.

Cheeky, she replied, unamused. You must think you know me well enough to be this annoying already. 

His laugh rumbled deep and warm, a pleasant sort of sensation that vibrated through her. Lily was surprised by the way she responded to it.

I’ve known you your whole life, he said smoothly.

Just casually lurking in the background all this time, were you? 

Let me show you, he said, his tone shifting slightly. 

Her mind went blank for a second. He offered her no words or memories this time, only feeling, but she understood all he was trying to convey as she felt his consciousness expand and move through her. 

He didn’t know her name, or her face, but he had always been there—in some intangible way, just beneath the surface. To him, they had always existed in the same space, intertwined yet distanced. Unknown yet familiar.

It almost frightened her how easily he shared his mind to her, like it was the most natural thing in the world for him.

It’s not a bad thing—a soulmate. 

Her pulse quickened, mind flaring with resistance she couldn’t help. Of course not… I just have to share my every waking thought with you…

She felt his laugh again, and wondered what it would feel like to mentally kick herself as she hadn’t meant for him to hear that thought again.

Can you hear all my thoughts? Her question was laced with wariness.

Usually, no. Can you hear mine? 

She waited, half expecting to hear something ridiculous, like elevator music playing in the background. 

No, but I can feel what you feel.

I can too. 

All the time?

Not quite. I think they have to be particularly strong. So far though, you seem to do it unconsciously.

And my memories? 

Those are trickier, he explained, and it irked her a bit that she was so out of her depth while he seemed so much more in control. 

He continued, It’s like quickly flipping through pages of a book. It’s just bits and pieces without much context. They can be hard to understand.

Lily felt a rush of relief. Good, I’d hate for you to know all my embarrassing secrets. 

I’m sure I’ll figure them out eventually, he responded playfully.

Brilliant, she said dryly, but a smile tugged at her lips for the first time. 

Don’t worry. You haven’t let me in since we were kids , he reminded her, and in that moment, she felt the depth of his patience for her. I haven’t seen anything you didn’t want me to—at least, not on purpose.

But as he said the words, it triggered a curiosity within Lily, setting loose a single silver tendril. Before she even knew what she was doing, she peered deeper, reaching for it. She heard him begin to protest, felt him attempt to stop her, but it was too late. 

With her unintentional touch, Lily opened the floodgate.

[raintailed]

posting this out of order because i'm REALLY PROUD of it. hi this is the Wild!!! I finally gave it a design, based on the mycorrhizal network prompt :]

Uhhh. Basically, the Wild is a Being (in summary, a god-thing that both rules over, and is, its domain)! Its domain is the Ancient Glade, an enormous old growth forest located in the Dreaming local group. During the construction of the group's senior, a large portion of the Wild's domain was destroyed, so the Wild basically went into hibernation because it had been severely weakened.

This reference is for what the Wild would look like if it were to wake up (right now its body is eepy asleepy in a clearing somewhere deep in the Ancient Glade, and pretty overgrown). Its body is vaguely rain deer-shaped, but is technically a complex network of plants and fungi working together as one! Because I think it's really cool :]]

Technically the entirety of the Wild's domain would be considered a mycorrhizal network, but I don't want to make a reference for an entire region LOL. Just know that the Ancient Glade is extremely dangerous and trespassing creatures almost always mysteriously disappear (read: get eaten). It is by a stroke of luck that the Wild tolerates the presence of TERRA's creatures.

also @banyanas tagging you bc i think you might like this freakish beast!

[the-ellia-west]

Writemas Challenge!!!

Day 20

Hosted by the wonderful @agirlandherquill

This is a little excerpt from a nightmare I ahd one time that I turned into a thriller/horror story. (I hope I didn't screw up the dialogue, it's meant to be jittery and repeat itself, like the hysterical ramblings of a madman) - I just wanted to write this, and I used this prompt as an excuse [This is unedited, sorry for the quality]

Prompts: The ache of a smile

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Aaliyah's eyes widened as she spotted the shape of her would-be brother-in-law cowering in the darkness a strange soft glow to his eyes that made her uncertain if she was hallucinating or not. After her dream, nothing seemed clear anymore, like a perpetual fog had lowered in a blanket over her mind and could not be cleared. She smacked the finicky flashlight against the heel of her palm and flipped the switch, illuminating the scene in front of her. She tried a smile in a vain attempt to reassure him, and it ached to force it after everything. 

Adonis huddled in the corner, the roaches scuttling back and forth over his fingers and ratty shoes as he raised his arms, bugs swarming over his skin as he tried to shield himself from the light but because of his shaking and the lack of space, his efforts were futile. His fingers fumbled for something to grab ahold of, but when they found nothing, he began to claw at his own face, eyes wide and bloodshot from too many sleepless nights. “N-No, No, no, no! Shut it off, SHUT IT OFF!”

Aaliyah clapped her hand over the majority of the flashlight, a small ray of light illuminating the edge of his foot as the rest of it glowed orange through her skin. “A, what’s going on? First Hay, Mom, then Eden, now you. What are you seeing?”

His voice shuddered as it creaked from the darkness like a rusty hinge, words stumbling and slurring into one another as he scrambled to explain himself in barely coherent tearful whispers. But she was able to make out just enough to piece this together;  “Broken bones, silent screaming… guns, bullets, ropes, you all came here worrying… your sweet honey words drawing me in! Your smile helps me remember you love me, don’t do it, please don’t do it. All in my head, all in my head!” He giggled, the hysteria in his voice growing as more and more bugs swarmed him and his voice began to tremble “But oh no, no, never! Never, never, you never stay! You’ll take it all, I remember. Why? WHY? I don’t know, but it’s my fault somehow! It’s all because of me! Remember? Do you remember the tears streaming down your face? Screaming, crying, it’s all my fault. ALL OF IT! MY FAULT!”

“What’s your fault?” Aaliyah reached out for him, accidentally uncovering the flashlight and flooding him with light. He shrieked, pupils constricting like a deer in headlights.

“I couldn’t protect you, I couldn’t protect her! It’s so loud, it hurts! Hurts my ears, hurts my head! Flashing lights, then you’re all dead. I can hear your screaming even now. Blood on my hands and metal on my lips, I can’t wash it off! I can see your blood, I can taste it, I can feel her, clawing behind my eyes! Get it out, Get it out, get it out. GET IT OUT!” He wailed, clutching his head as he hit the wall with a loud thud and slumped to the floor, sobbing. “Needles on my skin, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Please… Aaliyah… Help me…”

Thank you for reading! I hope I didn't screw it up! Please leave your thoughts in the comments!

@corinneglass @thebookishkiwi @vesanal @sunflowerrosy @seastarblue

@urnumber1star

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "Did you spike our hot chocolate?"

Pairing: Jack Howl x GN!Reader/Prefect/Yuu

Genre: Fluff, Slight crack

TW: The characters are aged up.

"Here you go, hot chocolate with extra marshmallows for you," you hummed, placing the cup of warm, chocolatey goodness on the coffee table in front of Jack.

The wolf beastman smiled up at you, hands gently cradling your daughter as she slept against him. You mirrored his smile, trying to resist the urge to take a picture of the sweet moment.

"Want me to put her to bed?" You asked, hands already outstretched to take your daughter. "If you don't mind," Jack spoke, mindful of his sleeping cub as he handed her over to you. The child stirred ever so slightly at being moved, but a gentle brush over her two fluffy wolf ears had her settle back against your chest, peacefully dreaming.

You walked over to your daughter's room, humming a tune under your breath to fill the silence of the night. It only took you a few minutes to tuck her in because she was sleeping so soundly; playing around with her father all day had evidently tired her.

Gently closing the door behind you, you made your way back to the living room where your husband was. A small detour was made to the kitchen to get your own cup of hot chocolate before you joined Jack on the couch, leaning against him.

Jack wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He left a sweet kiss against the crown of your head, before taking a sip of the hot chocolate you had so lovingly made for him.

His nose caught the slightest hint of something in the thick and rich scent of the chocolate that had his lips turning upwards at the corners. "(Name), did you spike our hot chocolate?"

You smiled as you took another sip of yours. "Maybe...."

You heard him huff in amusement, placing the cup back on the coffee table. "I made that with love, you know?" You said, as Jack nuzzled your hair.

He hummed, playfully nibbling on the shell of your ear as you tried to swat at him. "I need to meet Ruggie-senpai tomorrow. Shouldn't be hungover for that reunion."

"Oh please, it's not like I poured the entire bottle in it. You won't get tipsy off of one slightly spiked hot chocolate."

"Maybe, but I will definitely get tipsy off of your love."

You whipped your head back to look at Jack as soon as those words left his mouth. And just as you had thought, a pretty little blush had settled over his cheeks as he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Who are you and what have you done with my tsundere wolf?" You teased him, and Jack groaned, hiding his face behind one hand. "Well..? Who are you?" You persisted, coupling your teasing with pokes in his side.

"I'm going to bed."

"Hey, you didn't answer me!"

"Good night, (Name)."

"Jack!"

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