#the urge to just use one of my already made OCs

[thyras]

→ nightmares - two

PAIRING → halbrand | annatar (sauron) x f!oc!sabina, f!oc!sabina x m!maia!oc

WORD COUNT → 2.8k words

WARNINGS → mentions of abuse (hair pulling), manipulation, poor celebrimbor being caught between a power struggle he knows nothing about.

SUMMARY → sabina rides to send her message only to find her master waiting for her, they are to meet with adar and share their news. while in eregion the dark lord begins to sow his seeds.

AUTHORS NOTE → i am going to give a little context for olavi, he is a maia that morgoth used to plant seeds in the hearts of men, he was already corrupt long before morgoth got his hands on him, hence no need to torture him. he has been in his man form for centuries and knows of sauron obviously but though doing this he has weakened himself (hence the limp) and grew complacent with his life partaking in human indulgences. this is a major divergence of the canon, i am taking elements of the canon and making it my own. so if you are expecting canon compliance this is not that kind of fic lol

SERIES MASTERLIST → NEXT PART

The whooshing of the wind kissed her cheeks as the pounding of Filo’s hooves echoed through the forest. She knew by the feel of the dark threads that someone had been sent to follow her, so when it got closer. The sounds of another set of hooves echoed in conjunction; she moved to bring Filo back down to a slow trot before the steel gray coat of another horse came into view, only this time, instead of a mere guard, it was her Master. Sabina bowed to him and halted Filo just before the other horse. Her pulse pounded in her ears as she swallowed hard at his unexpected visit.

“Master,” she breathed as he walked his horse beside her. Those sapphire eyes shone underneath the hood of his cloak as his glove-covered hand moved to be placed underneath her chin. “I was not expecting–”

“Come, we must speak with Adar. He has news just as you do, I see.” Sabina smiled and nodded.

“Though I must be back before nightfall as I have been invited to stay,” Olavi nodded, and a smile touched his lips.

“We will have need of that,” His glove-covered thumb ran across her bottom lip as he leaned across his saddle, lips hovering over hers. “Did he touch you?” She lifted her chin and closed her eyes as his spicy scent floated across her nostrils and deep into her soul. Her body reacted to his on the instinct he had instilled in her.

“No,” she breathed softly, waiting for whatever punishment would come. Her skin trickling with that inherent desire only reserved for him. Sabina craved this dark man like he had beaten and tortured into her. There was no pain he could inflict that would not turn into a pleasure that ripened her core. He was a dark man, and she a dark woman, fit to be at his side when the time came.

You��re mine, little raven.

“He touched your mind,” Olavi growled as Sabina opened her eyes to look into those dark orbs of her master. Her own bored back into his as she stood her ground.  “I think that counts as touching, little one,”

“He got nothing,” She hissed back, and Olavi’s thin lips curved into a sinister smile. 

“He got what he wanted,” Olavi gripped her chin and tilted her head to the side, running his leather-covered fingers up her jaw toward her hairline. He yanked on her scalp to show the red ink of her brand. The red serpent that marked her as his property. Made out of the blood of his black heart and her pure one, tattooed into her so no other could harness her power. She was his for as long as the darkness crawled across the earth. “He glimpsed your power,” he snarled as Sabina watched her master’s eyes go into their empty black, the dark veins appearing around his eyes. “My power,”

“I am sorry, master,” Sabina breathed through her gritted teeth.

“There is no apology that you could give me for being a weak little thing; I taught you better, molded you to resist the urges of a woman’s desire.” She nodded, and he released her. “Now, we shall not keep our host waiting,” Olavi spun his horse around before moving back down the road where he had come from. Sabina lingered for a moment, a dark look in her eyes as she felt the power surging in her fingertips.

She could never turn her power on him. That had been fucked out of her long ago.

But she ached, too.

Once they reached Adar’s camp a few leagues away from Eregion, Sabina watched as the Uruks moved out of their way and bowed their heads toward Olavi as he passed by. They knew of him and supported him, as did Adar. He was fair to them and treated them with the same respect as Adar, but Olavi valued them more than Adar. 

For Adar may have been their father, but Olavi was their master.

Ahead, Adar walked out of his hut, greeting Olavi with a greeting in Black Speech as two Uruks walked up to take their horses. Sabina dismounted and moved to take Olavi’s outstretched arm so she could steady him as they walked up to Adar.

“It is always a pleasure, Master Olavi; come. I have a meal prepared for us so we can talk.” He motioned to the hut before they walked in and were greeted with a meal laid out for them. Sabina moved to take her seat as both men moved to sit at either end of the table. She stared at the feast but made no move to eat it. Her eyes watched the other two partake in the meal before them.

“I assume you called me here to tell me you have found him,” Olavi said without looking up at Adar.

“He seems to be posing as some lost king of the Southlands, Halbrand,” Adar replied, his eyes flicking to Sabina briefly. He sensed something deeper in her than Olavi was letting on. “Are you not hungry, child?” Sabina finally looked over at him and gave him a soft smile.

“I already ate, my lord,” He nodded and returned to his meal.

“I assumed,” Olavi picked back up where Adar had stopped. “Sabina, please do tell Adar what you have discovered.” Sabina sat up a little straighter and turned her gaze back to Adar, who was now sitting back in his chair gazing at her. He motioned for her to start talking.

“It would seem that he has taken an interest in the Lord of Eregion. He has planted himself on the Lord's mind and seeks to use him to create rings of power.” She turned to her master, and he motioned her on. “Lord Celebrimbor has asked me to secure him ores from Valinor so that he can continue his work. They have already created some, though I do not know what or where they are.”

“The elves have them,” Adar breathed. “There have been whispers, but with your details, I can only assume the rumors are true.”

Both men were silent momentarily, as only the sound of the Uruks outside echoed through the hut. Sabina’s heart pulsed against her ribcage, the stale air in her lungs heavy as she sat in her obedient position under her master’s dark threads.

“This presents us with a predicament. I believe we can work in our favor,” Olavi said in the stale air. “My dear raven here has affected him and caught his interest. So, she will go back to Eregion, keep an eye on him, and report back to us to keep his lordship with the ore supplies he has requested,” His dark eyes moved over to her. “And we will find these elven rings, so we may see if they are under his influence.”

“I do not believe they are, but my spies have told me that the elves have sent a party to reach Eregion.” Olavi nodded at Adar’s comment before he turned to Sabina.

“Are you up for the task, little one?” 

“Of course, master,” She said with a bow of her head. “I shall do as you command.” Adar raised a dark brow at her, and a smile touched his lips.

“Do not be deceived by his pretty faces, child. Once he has his hooks in you, he will bend you.” Adar said in warning. Sabina glared at him.

“Then my fangs will sink first, Uruk,” Sabina hissed. Adar chuckled at her and looked back down at his meal.

“We shall see,”

After their meeting concluded, Sabina moved across the muddy pathway to where Filo stood. The chill of night was settling in, lightning danced across the sky, and thunder rumbled the earth. Once in the saddle, Olavi placed his hand on her leg. “You are to use as many means as necessary to keep him there while we gather our forces,” His grip hardened on her leg, and she looked into those sapphire eyes again. “If he touches you or even slithers his way into your mind, I will–” his eyes darkened. “End you, little one,” She nodded but reached down to cup her master's chin with her long, delicate fingers.  

“I will be on my best behavior,” A sickly sweet smile touched her lips. “For my heart only beats for you.”

“Good girl,”

The rain poured outside as Halbrand sat beside the flames, the bowl in his hand, waiting for Celebrimbor to return. He closed his eyes softly as, through the rain and activity of the city, he could feel her returning. The dark tendrils seeped into him like a sweet, seductive call of his name. His true name. Halbrand turned and looked through the slit openings in the window to see the billowing crimson cloak coming across the courtyard towards the tower, the female elf following beside her.

He could not see her face, but he could tell she had a warm smile on her angelic face and was putting on her act as she always probably did when she was here. 

Sauron had never wanted to indulge in earthly desires before, but Halbrand wanted to. The manly desire of this mortal form was so taken with her that he did not know if it was the allure of the power underneath that delicate skin or the beautiful face she bore. She commanded his mind and mortal being for the time, but that would end soon, and he could focus on keeping his plan in motion.

Celebrimbor’s presence drew him out of his thoughts when he sat down a glass on the stone next to Halbrand. He took a seat in front of him and leaned forward.

“Tell me all about the rings; I wish to know everything,” Celebrimbor asked eagerly. Halbrand set his bowl down and sat up to answer Celebrimbor’s question.

“Before I tell you, can you enlighten me on why you treat well with a human lady?” Celebrimbor raised a brow at him.

“What is that of your concern?” He asked. Halbrand smiled his flattering smile.

“I am only curious,” Celebrimbor sat forward a little and nodded. “She must be very dear to you if an elf of your talents treats with a mere mortal.”

“She and her Lord are old friends of my family; they have always provided us with endless metals and gems for our endeavors. They ask nothing in return, only to have a friendship with the elves here.” Halbrand raised his brow at the elf.

“And this lord’s name?” Halbrand asked genuinely, but Sauron was curious. He wanted to seek this man out, for he held a powerful being under his nose.

“Olavi Thyrasson, Lord of Enedwaith,” Halbrand’s face remained unmoving, but Sauron seethed. He knew Olavi; he knew that conniving old Maia—Morgoth’s faithful spy who was sent to steal the hearts of men. Over the centuries, he had probably carved out a kingdom for himself there and now sought the power of the elves. He had been there when Adar sought his revenge, stood by, and watched with a wicked smile as the Orcs slaughtered his greatest enemy.

Olavi had always sought to take Sauron’s place and rule in Morgoth’s wake, and apparently, he had achieved that with the power of the woman standing next to him. Now the pieces were coming together, win a man or an elf’s heart by the roll of those hips and the sweet nothings that silvery tongue could spew out for his pleasure. 

Which this manly form was now falling for.

“My lord?” Celebrimbor asked, bringing Halbrand back to the surface. “The rings?”

Halbrand smiled and leaned forward with a soft smile, regaining his composure. “They worked wonders.” A weak but relieved smile filled Celebrimbor’s face.

“Then the Elves–” He started, but Halbrand cut him off quickly with his answer.

“Yes,” Celebrimbor stood quickly and moved away from where Halbrand was seated. Joy flew off him in waves.

“And, Lindon–”

“Yes,” Celebrimbor turned, and Halbrand could swear he had heard the man crying.

“Are you weeping?”

“No,” Celebrimbor laughed, shaking his head in disbelief at his achievement. “I am reveling,” he said. “You have the slightest inkling how this feels.” Sauron chuckled to himself as he listened to the elf revel in his glory. It was amusing to him to watch other beings bloat themselves and fall even deeper into his trap.

“Celebrimbor?” Halbrand asked softly. “Could you arrange an audience for me with the Lady of Enedwaith?” He turned and looked at Halbrand curiously.

“She is staying for the evening, but I could arrange something if she is willing before she departs tomorrow.” Halbrand nodded with a pleasant enough smile. Sauron wished to learn more. Learn more about this maiden’s true nature and see if the dark weavings of the other Maia could be twisted for his gain. Her mind was so powerful that it had weakened him just to speak into it. He could see no glimpses of her life, only black shadows across her memories and thoughts. 

“Thank you, my friend,” Halbrand said as Celebrimbor smiled. A soft patter of feet moved across the stone floor, and she entered from the shadows as if on cue. Both men turned their heads to the white-haired woman walking up. She was dressed in an elegant nightgown and a crimson silk robe, her hair loose in light waves down her back. The seductress was on the prowl and probably had heard their conversation.

“Ah, my lady, we were just speaking of you.” Sabina grabbed a handful of her skirt as she walked up the stairs. 

“Good things, I hope,” She said with a flirtatious smile. Celebrimbor’s face warmed at her icy gaze.

“Of course, as always,” Celebrimbor offered her a chair, but she waved him off. “Though I thought you would be resting after your journey this afternoon.” She placed her hands on the back of the wooden chair.

“I wanted to let you know of my Master’s answer,” she said, her gaze turning to Halbrand momentarily. Celebrimbor smiled as if the promise of seeing Olavi excited him.

“Will he be joining us then?”

“Sadly, no, my lord, but he has entrusted me with the message.”

Halbrand could feel those dark tendrils again, seeping out towards him, wrapping around him and pulling at his own, seeing how strong this mask he was wearing was. “I hope it is good news?” Celebrimbor said with a smile. “Because even more good news would be of the utmost pleasure.”

“It is,” She flicked her eyes back to Halbrand, who watched her intensely. This woman was toying with him, or her master was. “My lord has agreed to get you whatever you need with the only premise that I stay on and oversee the usage of the materials.” Celebrimbor smiled and turned to Halbrand.

“This is good news,” Celebrimbor said, even more excited than before, as he moved to fish out that First Age bottle. Halbrand smiled briefly, stood, and stepped forward towards the woman.

“And why is your master so suddenly interested in Lord Celebrimbor’s work?” Halbrand asked as her eyes darkened.

“He has always been interested, though, with the success of his elven rings; he only wishes for his valuable resources to be used wisely and under the watchful eyes of a trustful servant.” She stood tall against his gaze, watching him closely and searching for entry.

“I can assure you, my dear,” Celebrimbor started. “I will have the purest of intents for the materials.” Sabina stared past Halbrand’s eyes and deep into the Dark Lords, ignoring Celebrimbor for the moment. Her dark soul pushed at his as he allowed her entry into his mind only to see what her master’s plan was, but all he was met with was a closed door and words to taunt him.

“You deceive him, fill his head with words of praise. Your game is old, Shadow. I have been doing that for centuries.”

“And a fine job you have done; my compliments to your master for teaching you so well and preparing him for me, " he replied with a smile. “It will be a pleasure to work beside an old friend again, for I have waited so long to see my dear friend Olavi again.” A dark smile crossed Sauron’s face beneath his mask as her light eyes fought their darkening. He knew Olavi’s mind, and that man would stop at nothing to gain power. 

But now Sauron knew, in tiny glimpses, that she was growing tired of being chained to the man. She wished to carve her own path in this world and sit upon Olavi’s dead body in her quest for power over this realm. 

And with the first unraveling.

The games would begin.

[dawnofiight]

The urge to do a redacted oc thing

[snekdood]

personally, i dont see the fundamental difference between deleting your account and making a new one and deleting all your old posts, if we're talking about "running from ones past", then what are you tryna hide there, bud?

[naughtyneganjdm]

Bad Girl

Summary: Billy Butcher & Joe Kessler take you to a motel room where you end up handcuffed to the bed with them using your body in whatever way they please.

Characters: Billy Butcher, Joe Kessler & the reader (Female OC, second person)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57390406

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Smut, No Plot, Daddy Kink, Unprotected P in V, Oral, No Use of Y/N, Dirty Talk, Threesome, DP, Name Calling, Choking, Spanking, Slapping, Rough, etc.

Notes: We're going to pretend that Joe is actually real and not an imaginary friend lol. Or this can be before he died. Who gives a shit really. This is pure filth. Probably the filthiest thing I've ever written. I think so at least. So yeah, pre-warning.

“I don’t think you had any idea what you were in for when you agreed to this sweetheart,” Joe Kessler’s voice was deep, raspy and it had you whining from where you were stretched out naked on the bed with your wrists handcuffed to the headboard. “I know you said you wanted both of us, but you can barely handle one of us.”

“And I’ve only just gotten started,” Butcher’s thick accent filled the air having you pant when you felt his thick fingers thrusting firmly into your wet pussy. It had your hips arching up toward his movements with Billy snickering out. Joe was sitting in a chair beside the bed. His baby blue button-down shirt was open to the center of his chest exposing the dark curls of hair over his flesh. The sleeves of the shirt were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows while he observed Billy having his way with you. Now Billy was sitting at the edge of the bed shirtless with just his black slacks still on. “Lack of being pampered I think with this one.”

“I think you’re right,” Joe hummed, his eyebrow arching up in amusement when you whimpered out with the strength of Billy’s fingers plunging into the depths of your core. By the expression over Joe’s face, you could see that he was entertained with his dimples prominent from his smirk. “Hasn’t had a proper fucking in a very long time.”

“We’ll have to straighten that right up for her,” Billy decided, grunting when he worked hard to forcefully shove his fingers into your wet cunt. Your cries were loud with you throwing your head back into the pillows and a wolfish smile tugged at Joe’s lips.

“Keep it up Billy my boy,” Joe urged Billy on when Billy got on his knees above your body. Billy’s left hand squeezed firmly at your hip to keep you in place while his right hand continued to thrust away with the wet sounds filling the small motel room that the boys had taken you to. “I feel like she’s just about…” your back arched, your eyes slamming shut with your whole body tremoring as Billy managed to get you to a powerful orgasm that had your thighs tremoring. “There.”

“Good girl,” Billy praised you, smacking at your hip when his fingers pulled from your sopping pussy. With how hard your heart was already hammering in your chest, it made you wonder how you were going to last through this. “Tight little cunt this one has.”

“Mmm…I see that,” Joe dragged his thumb across his bottom lip when you dropped your head to the side. Behind heavy eyelids, you could see that Joe was eyeing you over as if he was planning on what to do next with you. “She looks spent already Butcher. And she hasn’t even had a cock in that tight little pussy of hers. I’m thinking we should stop. What about you?”

“No, please,” you begged noticing the wicked smile that followed when Joe snickered. Getting up from the bed, Joe moved in beside Billy at the bottom of the bed and scoffed. “I need this. I want this. So much.”

“Begging lil’ thing,” Billy rumbled with a crooked smile, nudging Joe firmly with his elbow. “I think we should give her what she wants.”

“I think we’ll start slow. Work our way up. See if she deserves it,” Joe moved in beside the bed, reaching out to hook his fingers tightly into your hair. Pulling your head up from the bed, he teased his lips just in over yours. Heat radiated over your lips from the warmth of his breath. It had a breath catching in your throat. The way his eyes locked onto yours took your breath away. “Eat her out Billy.”

“I was getting hungry,” Billy commented with a snort, getting back onto the bed. Forcing your legs apart had you gasping and Joe’s thumb swept over the swell of your plump bottom lip. Wincing, you felt the grasp of Billy’s hands strong on your thighs, squeezing at them to pull you where he wanted you. Going to look when Billy lowered himself down between your thighs had Joe hooking his fingers firmly around your neck to force your head back down into the pillows. “Oi, you should get a good look at this Kessler. Such a pretty little cunt just begging to be pampered.”

“In due time Butcher,” Joe slurred forcing you to look at him. The pressure on your throat was enough to make a point and you didn’t question it. Biting down on your bottom lip, you felt the rough fingertips of Billy tracing over your wet slit with the coarse sensation of his beard teasing at your flesh while he kissed at your inner thigh. “Are you a bad girl or a good girl?”

Whimpering out, you felt the warmth of Billy’s mouth pressing in over your most intimate parts and it had you shaking. Once Billy’s tongue began to pamper your already sensitive clit with slow, focused movements it had a rush flooding your body.

“Answer the question,” Joe sneered making you wince when the grasp of his fingers got tighter around your throat. Joe’s fingertips from his other hand danced between the valley of your breasts. Sweeping his rough fingertips over your nipple had you purring out and he pinched faintly at the taut bud.

“Bad girl,” you answered drawing an amused rumble from Joe’s lips and he gave you a firm nod.

“Good answer,” Joe started pressing faint kisses over your jawline having you purr out. A growl had your hips arching up when the strength of Billy’s tongue and his kisses over your damp heat grew. “Because bad girls want to be punished. You’re only a good girl when you do what daddy wants from you.”

Finally, as if giving you a reward, Joe’s lips covered yours hungrily kissing you. It took your breath away, your lips parting when his tongue gifted you with the warm sweep of it over yours. Crying out in Joe’s mouth, you felt Billy slurping at your sensitive flesh and you wished you could have reached down to sink your fingers into his hair, but you couldn’t move. They made sure of that.

Cooing out at the sensations, Joe bit at your bottom lip giving it a small tug before standing up straight. Pulling open the rest of the buttons of his shirt, he pushed the material aside revealing his slender abdomen to your sight. Attempting to take everything in all at once, you were impressed with the tattoos and the v-line at his slender hips. Dragging his fingers across his belt, Joe started to part the material making the metal cling when he got it apart.

“Fuck,” you gasped when Billy forced two of his fingers back inside of you, delving deep inside of your warmth in attempts to hit that sweet spot he had already found. Matching the pace his mouth was already delivering over your sensitive bundle of nerves had you bouncing up toward him. Growling against your flesh had you tremoring with the way it vibrated against your folds.  

“See, the good thing about Butcher is he does whatever I tell him,” Joe explained, undoing the button in his slacks before firmly tugging down the zipper. It had your mouth going wet at the sight and you were doing your best not to close your eyes. “Ain’t that right Butcher?”

“Fuck off, cunt,” Billy’s lips pulled from your mound with a wet sound. It had Billy snickering and you whining when Joe looked to Billy with an amused expression.

“Back to work,” Joe ordered and Billy gave you a smirk before lowering his head back down to go back to pleasuring you. It had you moaning out and Joe shrugged. “So, as you can see, if you don’t do what I want I can make him stop at any time. Understand?”

Nodding your head, you could barely form words when Joe pushed the material of his pants apart. Reaching inside, he seemed to touch himself for a minute before pulling his lengthy cock out to your sight. It had your mouth water eyeing over his rigid manhood that had prominent veins going up the shaft to the swollen tip. Joe’s long, slender digits were curled around his erection stroking over it in slow movements.

“Now do what daddy tells you…” Joe moved in over you on the bed lowering down just enough for him to press the tip of his cock to your wet and ready lips. “Suck my cock…and you better make it good.”

Chills ran down your spine when you outstretched your tongue allowing it to flick out against the tip of his thick cock. It had a groan falling from Joe’s lips while he watched you. His left hand braced against the headboard while his right hand urged around the back of your neck to get you to lift up better.

Parting your lips enough for him to press his hips forward and sink his cock into your wet mouth had him letting out a deep, raspy moan, “Just like that…”

It was difficult to focus while Butcher’s movements were so fierce making you have to work twice as hard in giving Joe a blowjob, but you were doing your best. Drawing out your movements, you pushed your head forward as much as you could to take Joe in your throat before pulling your head back. It seemed like Billy knew what you were doing and he would tease you having you moan against Joe’s cock when the flicks of Billy’s tongue grew wild against your flesh.

“Relax your throat,” Joe demanded and you did your best to oblige with Joe thrusting his hips forward. You were doing your best not to choke when he filled your throat, pushing your head further down his cock until your nose was buried against his groin with the dark curls of hair that surrounded the base of his thick cock. Tears developed at the corner of your eyes knowing that your airway was cut off until Joe snickered and pulled his hips back. A long line of saliva trailed from the tip of his cock to your lips with him stroking his hand over his slick arousal. Giving you a minute to breathe, he moved forward again and started fucking your mouth the way he wanted and you did your best to give him what he desired. You didn’t complain, hell you wanted to be his best little sex slave that did as he pleased because you didn’t want this to end with the two of them. Even though you tried to focus, your body started tremoring again. God, Butcher was working you up to another orgasm that had you crying out against Joe’s cock. It had Joe moaning out with him pulling it from your mouth with a wet sound. “Fucking hell.”

“Can we switch now?” Billy requested lifting his head up from between your legs to wipe at his lips with the back of his hand. There was a sense of arrogance in Billy’s eyes with the way that he was able to make you come so easily. “I’d like to get my dick wet someday soon too.”

“Have at it,” Joe moved from over you sliding out of his shirt, allowing the material to drop to his wrists. Dropping it onto the ground, he kicked out of his pants and the sight of his cock bobbing about as he moved had you tremoring. “Get on your knees.”

You wanted to ask how, but instead you just did your hardest to twist your arms. It hurt like hell with the way the cuffs tightened around your wrists, but you did what Joe asked of you. Beside you at the edge of the bed, Butcher was swiftly pulling apart the material of his slacks. Unlike Joe, he wasn’t taking his time in pushing his pants down his hips. Billy was quick and fierce in the way that he did things. Once the material of his pants were pushed down, his uncut cock bounced in your face and he chuckled.

“We’re not making it easy for her, are we?” Billy sheathed his girthy flesh with his fingers, testing the member in his grasp making sure that he was completely solid. Hopping up on the bed, he carefully lowered down onto his knees in front of you and swept his fingers over the side of your face. “Here we go…”

Leading the tip of his cock to your lips, you allowed Butcher to sink his arousal into the warmth of your mouth. Grumbling out, Billy swept your hair out of your face and held it back so he could watch you while he thrust his hips unhurriedly toward your throat.  

“Well fuck me,” Joe’s raspy voice was heard, the warmth of his hands palming in over your bottom spreading your cheeks apart. “That is a pretty pussy. Wet and just begging to be fucking destroyed. Look at you.”

“I told ya. And there you are wasting your time talking her through things,” Billy’s accent accentuated something of the words. A firm smack over your right cheek was felt and it made you purr against Billy’s cock. “Fuck Kessler…”

“Enjoy it,” Joe commented when he smacked at your ass again before caressing at the flesh. “Fuck, you really are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”

Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the warmth of Joe pressing up behind you along with Billy using your mouth however he wanted. Faint kisses were pressed up over the small of your back from Joe before lowering down again. Leaving you with small little bites over your flesh and over your ass. Humming out, Joe’s hands pressed at your thighs, getting them to separate better.

“Look at that pretty little hole,” Joe dropped his head forward, his tongue dragging a line along the length of your sex. When it circled the warmth of your entrance it had your eyes slamming shut and you noticed in that moment that Billy started to thrust his hips harder up toward your throat. His fingers were hooked in your hair, controlling the movements of your mouth over his length leaving the wet sounds to fill the small room with what he was doing.

Joe’s tongue prodded at your hole, his fingers squeezing at your thighs while he feasted on your body. Both men were using your body the way they wanted to and it was so hard to focus. The handcuffs were digging into the flesh of your wrists and you knew it would leave a mark, but you thought it was worth it. You tried to pull your head away for a breath when you gasped at the sensation of Joe’s long, slender digits pushing into your slick body. Just like Butcher, the forcefulness of his fingers thrusting away inside of you had you trembling back against his movements. You were having trouble staying on your knees and they both knew that, but it didn’t stop them from being rough with you. When Joe’s fingers pulled from your body and went back to flicking and teasing over your entrance along with your folds, it had you whining. Tugging your head back from his length had Billy’s cock twitching when his fingers traced over your chin.

“Come on honey, get it together,” Billy’s fingers tapped at the side of your face, giving it a little smack while you tried to take in as much air as you could. “Get that throat relaxed for daddy here so we can keep up the fun.”

It wasn’t long before Butcher was forcing his cock back into your mouth and down your throat. With a slurping sound Joe pulled his head back and snickered against your flesh. Giving you one final wet kiss at your core had you whimpering around Billy’s cock and he threw his head back letting out a delicious moan that had chills flooding your body.

The bottom of the bed dipped with Joe’s weight moving in behind you and your back arched enjoying the warmth of him near, “So many holes just begging for attention.”

The sound of Joe spitting was heard and you felt the warmth of it sliding down over your ass. Collecting it with his thumb, Joe circled it over your tight pucker and it had you bouncing forward. With a rumble of an amused laugh, Joe pulled your hips back to him. Forcing his thumb into the ring of muscle had you pulling away from Billy’s cock, dropping your head down and whimpering out. It was foreign the feeling that he was doing. You weren’t completely ready, but Joe was testing your limits.

“Fucking hell Butcher,” Joe groaned from behind you, enjoying the way your body bounced back toward his. Billy’s fingers grasped onto your jaw forcing you to look up at him. Your eyes were watery and you no doubt had spit dribbling from your lips with what they had been doing to you. “Her ass is perfect too. With a pussy and an ass this tight, they are just begging for endless amounts of creampies.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t ya?” Billy slurred, lowering down just enough to brush your hair out of your face and he smiled. “The two of us filling you up?”

“Yes,” you panted, whimpering out when Joe pulled his thumb from your body. Hearing him getting off the bed had you whining and Billy let out a sound of awe.

“She misses you already Kessler,” Billy mocked you slightly dawning a frown with his thumb sweeping over your bottom lip. “Wants you back in that tight little ass of hers.”

“I won’t be gone long,” Joe assured you digging for something in his pants before returning with a tiny little bottle. Getting back on the bed, Joe dropped the bottle on the bed beside him and hummed. “Don’t be a greedy little thing. You’re gonna get what you want. I’m just preparing for the future here.”

“You have no idea what you’re in for,” Billy alerted you with a bounce of his eyebrows and a devious smirk. Gasping out, you felt Joe moving you around where he wanted you. The way he threw you about made you feel like a rag doll when you felt his thighs pressing in over the back of yours. It had you cooing out when you felt the length of his solid cock resting over your bottom. “Why do you get to go first?”

“Because you ate her out first Butcher my boy,” Joe snorted seeing the frustration in Billy’s face when Billy curled his fingers around his cock, teasing the flesh in his grasp. “Don’t fucking worry. We’ll share. We always fucking do.”

“Come on honey,” Billy led you back toward his cock, teasing the tip over your wet lips. Sticking out your tongue for him, you flicked it faintly at the ridges of Billy’s manhood. It had him growling out, his fingers yanking at your hair drawing you to wince. Allowing his length back between your lips, you heard the sounds of Joe tapping his erection at your ass. The soft smacks had your eyes slamming shut and you wiggled your ass a bit showing him that you wanted what he was about to deliver. “You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth.”

“Aw. Ain’t you sweet?” Joe mocked Billy from where he was behind you and you could see from the corner of your eye that Billy lifted his hand to raise a middle finger at Joe. It had Joe chuckling behind you before you felt the sweep of the tip of Joe’s cock over the length of your sex. Moaning against Billy’s cock had him groaning out when Joe smacked his member up against your flesh. Joe was teasing you at first while you did your best to pleasure Billy, but Billy could pick up that you were having a hard time focusing so he started thrusting his hips, fucking your throat with wet sounds falling from you. You felt the swollen tip of Joe’s cock at your entrance when he pushed forward swiftly, not giving you much time to get used to his size when he filled you completely. It had your hips bouncing forward, a cry falling from your stuffed throat, but Joe forced you back onto him. “Fuck, that’s nice…”

Joe squeezed at your hips before he started thrusting behind you, not taking it easy in the way he pounded into you. Every bounce forward of his hips had you gagging more on Billy’s cock. A pathetic half attempt at a moan escaped the small spaces of your throat while the wet sounds of Joe pounding into your pussy echoed throughout the room.

“That’s it,” Joe growled, his hand spanking firmly over your bottom again. Your flesh was hot, burning with the sensation before another smack over your flesh drew you to whimper. “Such a perfectly wet tight little pussy.”

Once again, Joe’s thumb was back at your pucker pushing it’s way back into your ass while he fucked you. It was a feeling you weren’t used to, but by the sounds Joe was making behind you, you would have let him do anything. In fact, you moaned like the perfect little slut they wanted you to be. God, what you would have given to touch both of them. To feel the flexing of their muscles while they had their way with you.

“Oi, let me try,” Billy pulled at your hair, getting you from his cock and you panted for air. Tugging you forward had Joe’s length pulling from your wet core. You hated that empty feeling it left you with. Billy dropped down on the bed, managing to get you on your knees over him. Your hands were braced against the headboard when Billy reached between the two of you to thrust his hips up sinking his manhood into your tight canal. “Fucking hell…”

“Told you,” Joe’s breath was warm against the side of your neck when he kissed over your jawline from where he was on his knees behind you. Joe’s erection was pressed against your back while Billy pounded into you from below. His hips bouncing up toward you filling you again and again with his length. Curling his fingers firmly around your throat, Joe urged you to tip your head back while your cries and moans filled the air. Covering your lips with his, Joe feverishly kissed you, his tongue brushing past your lips to flick against yours. Sucking faintly at his tongue had him growling out, the grasp of his fingers around your throat growing stronger. Mewling out, you felt your whole body shaking with the way that Billy was smacking up against you, his testicles slapping up against your ass with every thrust. “Enough.”

Curling his arm around your waist, Joe lifted you enough to pull you from Billy’s cock. Joe kept his finger wrapped around your throat, having your head tip back against his shoulder. His other hand reached down to lead his cock back into you with a loud smacking sound. Between Billy and Joe they were filling you and stretching you in ways that you could never imagine.

Crying out, you closed your eyes while Billy’s hands caressed up and over your sides. There was a big difference between Billy’s hands and Joe’s hands. Billy’s fingers were rougher, scratching at your flesh while Joe’s fingers were softer. You could tell that one worked more in the field and the other did more of the directing. Billy’s palms squeezed at your breasts, his fingertips circling your nipples.

“Gorgeous set of tits really,” Billy grunted, his hot wet kisses tampering off over your breasts. Once his mouth surrounded your breast, it had you crying out into Joe’s mouth. Joe wasn’t wasting a moment with you, having you the way he wanted. Filling you completely, having you shake with every forceful thrust upward he made behind you. Twisting his tongue around your nipple, Billy nipped at the flesh before sliding out from under you. “My turn.”

You whined. You felt like Joe had been hitting all the right areas inside of you to lead you right to the edge of an orgasm, but Billy didn’t give you the time to reach it. And that ached. Bad. Joe snickered, pulling his hips back and you felt Billy forcing you down onto your back again. Breathing loudly, you could feel your heart pounding away inside of your chest. Your body wasn’t used to all of this and all of this at once.

Crawling in over you, Billy settled himself between your thighs after forcing them open. Hooking his arms around your shoulders, Billy held tightly to you when he looked between the two of you. Lining his solid dick up, he thrust firmly forward which had you bouncing upward on the bed. Every thrust was rough, causing the bed to squeak with every movement he made over you. The headboard was smacking against the wall loud. It made you wonder if anyone else was in the rooms near you. If there was, there was no question what was happening in here.

“Look at that face,” Joe sat on the edge of the bed. Your face was hot. You knew you looked spent and he was completely amused. Billy gave you a few wet, sloppy kisses, but you liked the way they felt. You liked the contrast between Joe and Billy. Sucking at his bottom lip, Joe seemed to enjoy watching Billy fucking you with the way that he was watching the two of you. Joe’s cock twitched with anticipation when he smacked at Billy’s shoulder. “Don’t be greedy Butch.”

“Fine,” Billy scoffed, dropping his head back, pulling himself up and away from you which had you whimpering out. Again, you felt like you were cheated out of an orgasm. There was a tingling at your core, you were soaking wet and the boys knew what they were doing with you. It felt like a game at this point. Billy threw his hand out and pointed down at you. “Have at it.”

“Thank you,” Joe shook his head, licking his lips when he looked you over. “I can see by the desperation in your eyes you want to come. So bad. Don’t you?”

Joe traced his fingertips over the length of your folds, collecting your slick onto his fingers before he traced his fingers back down. It had you nodding, your hips bouncing up toward his touch when he snorted, another amused rumble falling from his throat, “Can you squirt?”

You could barely form words when Joe grunted and moved in over you on his knees. Urging your legs up over his shoulders had your ass lifting from the bed and he braced himself with his left hand settling beside your hip. Using his right hand, Joe reached down to lead his throbbing erection swiftly back into your body. With a smack forward it had you crying out and an arrogant smile pulled at Joe’s lips.

“Feel good?” Joe slurred, his eyebrows furrowing when he braced his right hand beside your other hip to balance his weight. Nodding, your lips parted and you whimpered. In this position Joe filled your right up to the brim. It had you feeling fuller than ever and your hips involuntarily arched up because you wanted more. It had his long eyelashes fluttering with him taking in a sharp breath of air showing that he liked it. It was like he was cherishing the sensation of the warm walls of your core surrounding him before he started rolling his hips. Each movement Joe made, he was paying close attention to how you reacted. The bed dipped with Billy laying down beside you, his kisses pressing in over your shoulder. Once Joe found a position he liked, his eyes were focused on his cock starting to piston inside of you. Joe’s jaw flexed, the lines in his forehead growing with his moans becoming louder.

“Joe,” you cried out and it had Billy tsking in your ear, his fingers grasping tightly to your jaw while your hands tremored in the position they were in. Your arms were going numb with how they had them handcuffed to the bed. The pleasure overpowered the pain with the tip of Joe’s cock hitting all the right places inside of you. It had you shaking, your hips quivering with you arching up close to him wanting him to keep doing what he was. There was a rush going to your head and you bit down on your bottom lip.

“Keep it up Kessler. Looks like this one is about to burst,” Billy praised Joe with the smacks of Joe’s flesh against yours setting a steady rhythm. Sliding his palm down your abdomen, Billy’s fingers centered in over your clitoris circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. It had you crying out their names. A proud laugh fell from Billy’s throat. Behind heavy eyelids you could see the determined expression over Joe’s face when you wailed out, pulling your hips back and away from Joe. A hot liquid warmth rushed to your core and your whole body shook. An amused breath fell from Joe with him licking his lips. “She is a squirter. Well lucky us.”

“Fuck,” you tremored, your throat tensing up when Joe moved off the bed and ran his fingers over the wet lengths of his lower abdomen. Sitting at the top of the bed beside you, Joe propped his back up against the headboard when Billy swiftly got up onto his knees. Once again he had you flipping over onto your stomach. Adjusting your bodies, Joe had you laying over him when Billy moved in over you. Your head rested against Joe’s abdomen with his fingers stroking at your shoulders. Forcing your legs together, Billy rest his knees beside your thighs and reached down to forcefully shove his thick cock back into you. It had you sobbing out. You were so fucking sensitive as it was and Billy wasn’t going to give you a break. No, now that Joe had managed to make you squirt by focusing purely on your g-spot, Billy was going to do the same. Rough, powerful thrusts followed with your face burying further against Joe’s lower abdomen. “Billy…please.”

“Nah, no. Butcher is doing a great job,” Joe hushed you, stroking his fingers over the side of your face. It led you to start pressing faint kisses over the area under Joe’s navel and it had him smiling. “Let him do what he wants with your pussy. You won’t regret it.”

“It’s almost like a challenge you see. If he can do it, I know I can too,” Billy grunted in your ear, his mouth pressing in over your shoulder while biting at your flesh. Adjusting his hips, Joe curled his fingers around the base of his lengthy cock and teased the tip of it over your bottom lip. Parting your lips allowed him to start thrusting his hips up in lazy movements. You tasted yourself on him while he surprisingly praised you. Every plunge of Billy’s cock inside of you had you crying out against Joe’s flesh, but by his moans you realized he liked the way it vibrated against his manhood. By Billy’s loud breaths, you could tell he was determined and he was getting there with wanting to make you squirt too. That same familiar fire flooded through your veins, but this time you couldn’t pull away. All you could do was pull your mouth away from Joe’s length, burying your face against the center of Joe’s chest when Billy swiftly pulled his hips back and a wet sound followed. “Fucking Perfect.”

“I think it’s time for the finishing touches,” Joe allowed you to lay over him while he stroked his fingers over your shoulders. Curling his finger under your chin, he persuaded you to tiredly lift your head from his chest. “You can take both of us at the same time, right? You want to be our perfect little slut and make us happy?”

“Of course she does,” Billy retorted from behind the two of you going back to kissing over your shoulders. “If she wants to keep this whole thing up, I know she can handle it. Ain’t that right sweetheart?”

Licking your lips, you knew that your body was already exhausted. You had been ran through incredible amounts of euphoric pleasure time and time again. Pushed to the brink, but when it came to these two, you were willing to do anything. Nodding slowly had Joe’s smile growing and he tipped his head down. The light from the motel room brought attention to the scar that went down the side of his face. You had always been attracted to both Joe and Billy. But now even more so with the way their bodies showed how they went to war in the past.

The bed went cold with both Joe and Billy getting up from the bed. Shocked, you felt one of them unhooking your wrists from the headboard. You didn’t think they were going to let you have your hands. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see them talking. Pulling your wrists closer to your body allowed you to observe them. Your skin was raw and red.

“I’ll play you for it,” you heard Billy stammer and it had Joe chuckling. Turning your head, you watched Billy hold out his fist. It looked like the both of them were doing rock, paper, scissors as if trying to figure out who was going to go where. When they got to three, Joe beat Billy with paper when Billy picked rock. “Best outta three?”

Rolling his eyes, Joe allowed them to play again with Joe winning the second time, “I know the way you think Butcher.”

“Alright you fucking wanker. You win. But it’s mine next time,” Billy declared dropping down to the edge of the bed before laying down. Urging you in over him took time. You weren’t moving all that well. You were weak and rightfully so. Now Billy was kissing you this time more focused, gentle. It surprised you.

“Here we go,” Joe got on the bed behind you, grabbing your waist and pulling you up to your knees. It had you gasping out, but Billy had your face cupped in his hands with him nibbling at your bottom lip. “I’m gonna get you ready. Cus’ while we’re assholes, we’re not fucking assholes.”

“Yes you are,” Billy snickered, his lips pressing over the side of your neck to your jawline where he bit. It had you whimpering and you heard the sound of a bottle being opened. Soon the slick, cool fluid began to slide between your flesh over your ass hearing Joe let out a proud sound.

Closing the bottle up, Joe tossed it back beside you and you felt him squeezing at your cheeks, testing the flesh as if to relax you. Tracing his fingers over your body, Joe collected the lube that he had poured and you felt him prodding at your tight hole. It had your eyes slamming shut tightly when you felt his finger pressing inside of you. This time he was slower, working to open you up for him when he added a second finger.

“You’re working your way to the good girl label,” Joe commented, his lips pressing between your shoulders. Billy’s hands curled around your body, smacking firmly at your ass which had it bouncing back toward Joe while he thrust his finger inside of your tight canal. Working a second finger in had you grabbing tightly to Billy. Your fingers sank into Billy’s flesh, the nails breaking the skin, but by the sound that he made he liked it. “Your perfect little ass was made for this. Y’know that?”

“He has me all jealous and shit,” Billy snorted, his brow line creasing when Joe reached for the bottle again after pulling his fingers from your body. It had you panting, clinging tightly to Billy like you wouldn’t let go. You had to brace yourself and prepare for what was going to happen. Looking over your shoulder, you watched Joe pour a significant amount of lube into his hand before coating his cock with it. Slick sounds fell from his hand jerking off his throbbing length. Crawling toward you, Joe pressed into your hips to get them lowered slightly with your ass in the air. “I thought we were sharing.”

“Let me get her used to it first and then we will share,” Joe snapped, his fingers digging into your hips when you felt the swollen tip at your tight pucker. Clenching up had Joe hushing you his lips kissing at your shoulder with the warmth of his body radiating against your back. “Clenching is going to make it hurt. I’m not trying to hurt you here. So fucking relax.”

Doing as you were told, you tried to get your body to loosen up. In that moment, Billy was caressing at your body, his mouth demanding kisses from yours. You wanted to focus on the kisses, but you heard the slight popping sound of Joe successfully sinking the tip of his manhood into your tight hole.

Don’t tense up. You had to repeat that to yourself as you buried your head against the side of Billy’s neck. Cradling your head, Billy hushed you with Joe urging the rest of his lengthy cock inside of you. You felt full. It ached, but you didn’t want him to leave. An involuntary moan fell from your throat.

“Fuck me,” Joe bit at your earlobe, his nose nuzzling against the side of your face when he filled you completely. “Your tight little ass feels like it was made just for me.”

Bracing his hands, Joe took his time pulling his hips back and then thrusting forward. It surprised you that he was taking his time to open you up and get you used to this whole thing. His moans were pretty loud and you bit down on your bottom lip.

“You’re going to creampie her before we even get started,” Billy scoffed with the weight of both you and Joe over him. “Now who is being the greedy fucking one.”

“Stop bitching,” Joe snarled, reaching out to smack his hand at the side of Billy’s face which seemed to enrage him a bit. “You don’t want to rip the poor girl in half. You’ll get what you want you jackass.”

Gradually Joe’s thrusts stopped and you felt him pull from your body which had you whining out, “I know, I know. You want me balls deep in that pretty little ass of yours, but we have to please Butcher here too before he loses it.”

“Fuck you wanker,” Billy scoffed with Joe trying to get you up onto your knees. You were weak, your hands pressing in over Billy’s chest.

“We need your hips to stay up so Billy can fuck you from below while I do it from behind,” Joe’s words vibrated against your flesh and you lowered your upper half. Bracing your weight over Billy’s body, you felt Billy grabbing your hips. With a firm smack upward, Billy was back inside of your already dripping cunt. It had him growling out, his teeth biting at your neck undoubtedly leaving marks. “And now…”

Billy was holding you in place when Joe adjusted his legs. You felt the hair from his thighs pressing against the back of your thighs when he pressed in behind you. There was that bulbous tip back at your tight pucker again. This time he wasn’t as gentle as before. Sinking his cock into you with a firm upward thrust had you crying out. Having the both of them inside of you left you feeling fuller than you ever had.

“Have you ever had a double creampie darlin’?” Billy muttered, his head lifting up to press kisses over your breasts that were in his face. With a nip it had you crying out and he let out an excited breath. “We’re going to have our spunk dripping out of both of your holes.”

“Good girl,” Joe reached around you to palm up over your body, squeezing at the breast that Billy’s tongue wasn’t currently circling. Starting to roll his hips, Joe was smacking up against your ass with his slender hips while Billy desperately started to thrust up toward you. Their movements were uneven at first and it had you breathless. Clinging to whatever you could. After a while they seemed to find a matched tempo that you actually quite enjoyed. You felt both of their testicles smacking up against your flesh. It was a good thing they were friends because everyone was touching everyone at this point. “You were made for this.”

Hearing both Joe and Billy’s moans had chills filling your body. This was incredible. This was everything you dreamt of and more. You knew you would be feeling it for a long time, but you didn’t care. They both marked you and you would wear those marks with pride.

“Beautiful little slut, ain’t ya?” Billy smacked a bit firmer than he did previously at the side of your face before claiming your lips in a hungry kiss again. You were shaking between the both of them. A variation of cries and moans falling from you while they both absolutely had their way with fucking you. Gasping out, you felt Joe’s fingers back at your neck with the pressure that he had placed on it earlier. “Look at you.”

Faint smacks at your clit were felt with Billy smirking a wickedly entertained smile. Your hips were tremoring between the both of them. You were all covered in sweat. This was the dirtiest, naughtiest thing you had ever done and they were letting you know that.

“Are you going to come?” Joe’s fingers were still tight on your throat when you started moaning louder. You could only nod slightly. You wanted to come and you were close to it. You could tell with how good everything felt. That same fire was building inside of you and you felt faint. “Do you like having both of our big cock’s inside of you at the same time?”

“Yes daddy,” you could barely get your words out, your head light from both the pressure of his fingers around your throat and the oncoming orgasm that you were about to have. “I love it. So much.”

“Does your tight lil’ cunt and ass belong to us?” Billy wanted an answer while his fingers were more determined to match the tempo their cocks were setting inside of you.

“Answer him?” Joe demanded with a firm tug, his words hot against your ear making you wince.

“It belongs to both of you,” you promised them, your eyes slamming shut with how powerful Billy’s thrusts seemed to get beneath you.

Billy’s moans were constant when you felt the first twitch of his cock inside of you. He seemed to hold you still, his nails now digging into your flesh while he pumped you full of his cum. You felt it seeping down your inner thighs, enjoying the sight of Billy’s pleasured filled face with his head tipped back into the pillows. His jaw was flexing, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes closed tightly. Billy’s lack of movement only seemed to make Joe’s movements harder. Joe’s breathing loud and hot against your flesh. A small bit of energy filled you. You wanted that orgasm that they were both working up inside of you. It had you bouncing back toward Joe’s thrusts, while still pulling back and forth enough to use Billy’s cock the way you needed it.

“That’s it,” Joe sounded pleased with you and Billy lifted his head to watch you fucking yourself over his cock and Joe’s. With a wail, you felt your thighs tremoring. Your whole body shaking with the euphoric sensation flooding your veins. Your heart was pounding in your chest. With Joe’s fingers still curled tightly around your throat, it seemed to enhance your orgasm all the more. “Fuck…”

Joe’s moans grew louder, his thrusts more prominent and harder. It had you bouncing forward with Billy’s moans still matching yours. With a dominant thrust over you, you felt the warmth of Joe’s release inside of you, his damp chest pressing firmly against your back lowering you closer to Billy. With a few final thrusts, Joe’s hips finally came to a stop and he laughed against your jawline. Finally releasing your neck had you inhaling sharply. The room was spinning. Your vision was slightly blacked over, but in time came back to you. Both men were still inside of you, holding onto you like they weren’t going to let go.

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” Billy was the first to say something, smacking at your hip before lowering his hips. The sensation of his cum sliding down your body was felt with some of it dripping onto his lower abdomen. If anything? Billy was proud of it.

A faint kiss was pressed against your temple as Joe grunted, straightening his body to get back to his knees. His fingers squeezed at your ass cheeks, spreading them when he took his time pulling his softening cock from your tight canal. Once he did, you heard the wet sound that followed by the proud rumble from Joe’s throat.

“Watching our cum oozing out of your pretty little holes turns me on all over again,” Joe claimed, hissing out when he squeezed at your flesh. You felt his cum sliding down over your folds before dripping from your body. Tapping your hip, Joe suggested you to lay down and you fell in over Billy who grunted. Falling in beside you, Joe’s chest was rising and falling while he tried to catch his breath.

“You okay there old man?” Billy mocked Joe, kissing at your shoulder after. Gazing over Joe, you saw his softening cock resting at his lower abdomen, twitching slightly and it took your breath away. Between Billy and Joe you didn’t know where you wanted to be.

“Fuck you,” Joe scoffed, rolling over onto his side curling his arm around you to pull you closer so that you were between the both of them. Joe’s hand caressed over your thigh, his lips kissing at the side of your neck while Billy kissed at the opposite. Between their rough beards, it had you purring out. You enjoyed the pampering that came after that welcomed abuse you went through between them. “You did good. Very good.”

“I hope it was everything you wanted,” Billy breathed out, a laugh falling from his throat when he stretched his hand out over your breasts to drag it across your flesh. “Because the next time? It’s gonna be so much more intense than this.”

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the road not taken 04 | myg

part four: a wish

Summary: Were you about to go crazy if you started to consider that Yoongi felt something for you?

<part three | part five>

—pairing: lawyer!yoongi x actress!oc

—rating: +18

—genre: brother's best friend, one sided pinning (or both?)

—warnings/tags: slow burn, angst, FLUFF ❤️‍🩹, eventual smut, angst, sexual tension!!!!! flashbacks, ANGST!! mentions of sex 👀Btw english is not my first language!

—words: 9.6k

—a/note: hiiii friends!!! i'm glad to say that it didn't take me six months to post this :D. I genuinely went through the most stressful two months of my life so I'm really proud that I could finish this chapter while trying to survive this thing called being an adult!! Anywayy, I’m excited for this chapter but I’m MORE EXCITED FOR THE NEXT ONE… 👀 so please have patience with this story!!! I promise it’s worth it hehehe. As always, you are more than invited to discuss this chapter in the asks, feedback is always welcomed <3 this one is very fluffy i hope you enjoy ittt. (Also if you read a typo, no you didn’t)

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Four years ago

Seven days before New Year’s Eve

Were you too naive to still believe your father when he said that you were granted a wish every Christmas? He used to say that every year when he was still around and you were still a kid, when the clock struck twelve you could wish anything you wanted, as long as it wasn’t something material or more presents, you had to wish for something special, something that made you happy. 

The last Christmas before your father passed away you were seven years old and still believed in Santa Claus. That year, for some reason, your wish slipped your mind, you forgot about it completely. You stayed at your house, watched movies the whole day in your pajamas and at midnight your parents let both you and Simon open only one present before sending you to bed. You remembered how your father chased you to the stairs to tickle you until you cried of laughter and how good the cookies your mother made that night were, perhaps that year you were too happy to remember making a wish, perhaps what you had was enough. When you woke up the next morning, you were sad that you had wasted it, but your father, wise as ever, told you not to worry. He said that it was like you were saving your wish for the next year — maybe then it would be stronger, and maybe, since you waited, you would have a better chance of it coming true.

By the time Christmas came the following year your father was already gone, and with him all the magic of the world. You had to grow up, you stopped making wishes and tried to stop believing in stories, but it was difficult when his words were still at the back of your mind like some sort of tradition every holiday season. Despite knowing that magic didn’t exist and perhaps not a single wish of yours had ever come true, you still couldn't help but believe you still had your last wish, and everytime the idea of finally making it crossed your mind, you stopped to tell yourself you could still wait another year, just to be sure. 

That morning you saw Yoongi leaned over his car, adjusting his cap as he saw you walking over to him and you thought about your saved wish for the first time this year. And then again when he grabbed your hand to drag you out of the room, or when he waited for you at the bottom of the stairs before leaving the house, but you wouldn’t admit it, not even to yourself. 

He dragged you all across your grandmother’s hometown as if you didn’t know it like the palm of your hand, as if the streets weren’t filled with kids running and whole families doing last-minute gift shopping, but he didn’t seem to care, so for once, you didn’t let it annoy you either. You observed the happy families and the kids playing in the snow, and sat in the park for as long as the cold weather allowed.

It was like you entered a trance, you tried to fight the urge to snap out of the moment and talked and talked the whole afternoon about everything and nothing at the same time, Yoongi listened and laughed while playing with the ends of your hair, pushing you closer to the edge of illusion. If you weren’t so adamant to stay in that blurry haze, you would’ve done something to stop him, you would’ve push his hand away when he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, you would’ve hated how easy it was for him to play dumb, how natural it was to touch you without feeling something was wrong. You ignored it instead, you ignored him and his wandering hands and the fact that he didn’t dare to mention the moment you shared in the closet, nor the way your noses brushed together, or how his fingers hugged your waist as if you weren’t just friends. Even if you would’ve died for him to say a word about it, to tease you, to attempt to make fun of you just to know that what happened was real and not something you dreamt last night.

If you were really dreaming, you held on to your sleep for a while. When Yoongi found that secondhand bookstore five blocks away from the park, he grabbed your hand when you ran across the street before the traffic lights turned green and stayed inside wandering the aisles with him, you let him lean over to whisper jokes in your ear and you punched his arms when he made you laugh a little bit too loud. You tried to keep your voices low and made a list of books to read the following year. You didn’t buy any of them but you read the prologues and the author’s biographies like it was the most interesting thing in the world. You waited for Yoongi when he started to talk with an old man about a book he needed for college and, when he felt you drifting away, he hooked one of his fingers on the belt loop of your jeans and pulled you close to him again. You felt his hands on your waist, keeping you pressed against the side of your body while he pretended to be focused on the conversation, but he was focused on something else. His long fingers played with the waistband of your jeans as your chest felt tight and your breath felt heavier. Maybe you were beginning to go insane, maybe you had a fever and everything was just a product of your imagination, but a tiny voice inside your head quietly suggested that maybe this time you weren’t insane, maybe it was just him.

It was getting dark outside, and you were supposed to be home anytime soon, but he turned his head to you and whispered in your ear that you should save a seat at the coffee shop next door and wait for him while he paid for the book. Even if it was cold and snowing neither of you wanted to return home yet, so you agreed. You made your way to the cute little coffee shop adorned with Christmas lights and sat on a table to wait for him to arrive at the table, until you saw him entering the shop with a book wrapped in brown wrapping paper in his hands. 

You observed him approaching with your face on the palms of your hands, you watched his eyes scanning the place until they found you in some poor illuminated corner. He smiled, his eyes never left yours as he made his way to your table, and when he sat in front of you, he slid the book towards you. 

“This is for you.” He simply said, crossing his arms over his chest like it was no big deal. 

You frowned, confused. Did Yoongi get you some lawyer book? You didn’t know, you grabbed the wrapped book in your hands and scanned it as if you were able to see through the envelope. “The book you needed for college?”

“It’s not that.” He huffed. “It’s a present.” 

You tried to bite back a smile, but you failed. “Is this your way to tell me you forgot to buy me a Christmas present?” You joked, making him roll his eyes. 

“C’mon, you know me.” He said “I would never give you a Christmas present before Christmas, are you crazy?”

You laughed “So is this not a Christmas present?” You inquired, teasing him. 

“It is a Christmas present, but not the Christmas present that I got for you.” He tried to clarify, and it sounded confusing but you understood him anyway. 

You nodded, tearing the wrapping paper to reveal that Yoongi just bought you an Anne Sexton poetry book, the title “Love Poems” shinned in red on the cover, making you hold your breath for a second. 

You raised your gaze from the book to find his eyes, which were looking at you expectantly, the same way someone looked at the moon, yearning. The same way you were looking at him. 

“How did you know…?” The question died in your lips.

“I just know.” He cheekily said, and that was enough.

You know me, he said, and you felt your heart aching when you realized that Yoongi knew you too, and it was becoming impossible to escape from it.

You spent these past weeks trying to make it disappear, but there it was again, that strange feeling you felt in your chest, like something tugged from a string tied to your heart to try and steal it away. You were sure Yoongi thought he had his ways with you, that he was some kind of genius that knew exactly what to say and what to do to erase the frown from your face and make you laugh, but the truth was that he didn’t need to do much effort to win you over, the truth was that he already had you. He had you then, and he had you now and you weren’t sure if that was ever going to change, but today you didn’t care, you let him walk you home as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders like that warm wouldn’t chill you to the bone when he left. 

You had successfully gone through dinner without having to answer questions about college, or your future, or anything about yourself at all, part of it was because your grandmother didn’t ask any questions to begin with. Maybe you were a bit jealous that she seemed more interested in Eva, your cousin, who was a biochemist and just got engaged, or Aidan, your other cousin, who was just admitted into college, or even Yoongi, who was about to graduate, however, you felt relieved that the attention was not focused on you. You were used to your family thinking that you were a thirteen year old teenager and not a twenty one year adult, the attention was never really on you, sometimes it bounced on you accidentally like a ball and, from time to time, you got to share a glimpse of information about your life, but most of the time your mother answered for you as if you were a kid in the hospital room, trying to include you in conversations and talking about your own projects, and that was enough for everyone. 

In the past, your mother had sat you down several times to explain that your grandmother was never an easy woman, she reassured you that her judgmental behavior was a reflection of herself, not of you. She always offered to let you stay at home if you wanted to, but you refused only for the rest of the family, you could stand being with your grandmother if that meant being with the rest of them. And you learnt to endure it all: your grandmother’s judging look, all the talking about your cousin’s achievements, their goals, projects, flawless record, and the fact that everyone seemed to be finding their paths except for you. You had to learn to pretend you were happy for them and not jealous, you took several breaths and moved on, and for a while you thought that after two decades of your life you had finally mastered the art in not giving a fuck about what your family thought about you, until today when you ran to hide in the closet so they wouldn’t find you. 

You had to work on that, you knew that, but at least for now the blatant disinterest for your life spared you from having to explain your life crisis, at least Yoongi was by your side, redirecting attention to him and the real question everyone wanted to ask but no one dared, a question that eclipsed any other topic of conversation: what was happening between the two of you? 

You looked at him next to you, charming as ever, talking with your uncle across the table. He decided to put on his glasses, his cheeks were pink and the sleeves of his blue sweater were rolled up to his elbows, his arm was casually resting on the top rail of your chair and every time he made a joke he looked at you to check if you were laughing. Every attempt he made to try to make you part of the conversation made your heart swell, but you were more than happy just observing him blending into your family as if he were part of it; you wanted to be as clueless as everyone on the table and believe that Yoongi could be sitting next year at this very same table to be there for you, for a moment you allowed yourself to dream of a reality where he saved you from every family gathering like he was doing tonight.

From the tip of your nose to the tip of your toes you felt warm, almost as if you had a fever. It was probably because you were still wearing your black sweater inside the house or because the memory of the book Yoongi gave you kept your cheeks burning red, or maybe because when dinner was over and your family lingered over the table for the longest time they could, you saw Yoongi tilting his head towards the stairs, meaning it was time to go to bed. 

There was a couple differences between this weekend and the night Yoongi slept with you after coming back from The Alley, that night you wouldn’t have ask him to stay over if you were sober, and he most likely wouldn’t have stay if he wasn’t high, tonight you had to share the room, but it was impossible for you not to be dramatic and always make big deals out of small things. Unlike you, Yoongi didn’t flinch when you told him you were going to sleep in the same room, you failed to remember that you were the one who had a decade-long crush on him and not the other way around.

Now the house was quiet and everyone was scattered around the floors, your cousins were in the living room with your uncle, your grandmother was already in bed, your mom was in the kitchen washing the dishes and Yoongi was upstairs, waiting for you. Before going with him, you changed into your pajamas and went to the kitchen to steal a few cookies that your mother cooked for tomorrow morning. You could wait a few hours more to eat the cookies, but you were desperately trying to look for an excuse to prolong the moment you entered the room you were sharing with the man upstairs. 

You entered the kitchen, making your mother turn around from the sink to take a quick look at you before coming back to the dishes. “Are you already going to sleep?” She asked, a curious tone on her voice. 

“Yeah, but I wanted to grab a few cookies first, is that okay?” You inquired, already opening the cabinet above her head to grab a big plate.

“Just a few, remember they’re for everyone.” She warned, and you hummed in response, knowing that you were going to grab more than just a few. 

The room fell silent for a moment, you heard the water running and your dragging feet making their way to the cookies on the counter before she raised her voice again. “Are they for you and Yoongi?” 

You hummed again “Yes, just a few, I promise.” You said, grabbing what it seemed to be a whole batch of cookies to put on the plate. 

You tried to be quick, putting an extra cookie for the road between your teeth and turning around to escape from your mother before she could see you and scold you for stealing way too many cookies. Trying not to make any noise, as if that could make you invisible, you made your way towards the door to escape, but when you thought you were about to succeed, you heard the nickname your mom used for you from the corner of the room, stopping you in your tracks. 

“Wait, darling.” You heard her tone of voice, surprised that it wasn’t annoyed, but rather motherly. 

You turned around slowly with your guard up, as if in that way she wouldn’t notice the cookie between your teeth. You took it out of your mouth, hiding it behind your back.

“Yes?” You answered, remaining calm. You would not give yourself away when you already made this far. 

She closed the faucet, turning around to face you. Her eyes fell upon you, offering you an apologetic smile, which was weird, it was the kind of smile she gave you when she knew she was about to upset you. It wasn’t the kind of face someone who was about to scold you would make, she looked hesitant, almost worried. 

“I wanted to-... I mean, I wanted to ask you about something.” She said, stumbling with her own words. Her eyes were not focused on the plate on your hands, not even in your face completely, like she was trying to avoid your eyes. You felt a rush of nervousness running down your body and quickly dissipating, you didn’t know why. 

“About what?” You inquired, wiping the crumbs from your mouth. 

She sighed, playing with the towel in her hands to keep her hands busy. “I know you don’t want me to be all over your business, and I’m aware you are not a teenager anymore, but I can’t help worrying a little bit.” She explained, or at least she tried.

You frowned, more confused than ever. The conversation seemed to be taking a completely different path than you thought five seconds ago. 

“What do you mean, mom?” You said, taking a step forward, what did this have to do with the cookies?

Your mom pursed her lips, hesitating for a microsecond until the words finally came out of her mouth. “You are already a woman, darling, so I wanted to know if you are… cautious.” She pronounced, making emphasis on the last word and letting it sink in the air, but you still didn’t understand what she was talking about. 

“Cautious with what?” You must've looked like a total fool, asking once again what she meant, but your mother seemed to want you to understand without having to explain. 

She shifted in her place and you saw a flash of embarrassment in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared. “With Yoongi, I mean.” She said, making the name resonate in your ears “I know you’re both adults and you can do whatever you want, but I wanted to make sure that you are using protection.”

The realization fell upon you like a ton of bricks, each word she uttered felt like a different punch to your stomach. You opened your eyes widely, almost choking with your own spit.  “What? No, mom-” You wanted to interrupt her, but she was quick to talk over you. 

“I just want to make sure!” She said like she was apologizing “I don’t mean to be invasive, but it’s important to me that you’re being safe.”

You winced, feeling your face burning as you began stuttering “Me and Yoongi…-We are not, I mean-”

“Honey,” She stopped you, looking at you like she was a sex education teacher trying to explain why you should use protection. “I was not born yesterday, I see things happening, and believe me, I have no problem with you sharing a room, but I can’t help but ask.”

You were left completely speechless, and her constant interruptions while you were trying to finish a sentence were not helping. You racked your brain to find a logical explanation, but you were incapable of forming a decent sentence when she was looking at you like she was a doctor. The fact that your mother thought that you and Yoongi were having sex made your stomach squirm, and how she stated that it was obvious left your head spinning. Did she see you today in that closet and immediately assumed you were… fucking? God, that sounded so bad, so incredibly embarrassing. You still felt yourself blushing when you thought about that moment, you couldn’t even fathom the idea of seeing him without a shirt, less alone having sex with him.

“Mom, please. You don’t have to worry, really.” You tried to explain, but that was not enough to leave your mother content, by the look on her face you knew she didn’t believe you one bit. 

“I know I don’t have to worry!” She defended herself “Yoongi is a great boy, and I trust you��� But you know, if things get a bit too frisky...” 

You closed your eyes shut, trying not to picture that in your mind, “God, mom, don’t use that word!” 

“Sorry! I mean… You know what I mean! I hope you’re using protection, no matter the circumstances.” 

You took a deep breath, ninety percent sure you were about to die of embarrassment, but with your last breath you made sure to be clear with your mom so tonight she would sleep peacefully “Believe me, mom. You don’t have to worry, nothing happened between Yoongi and me, I mean it.”

You could see it in her eyes, she was not convinced, and she was right to be so. That was a lie, and she knew it. What happened today was not “nothing”, and your mother knowing that only made your cheeks burn.

“Fine.” She said, struggling to let the conversation go “But if something does happen… Be safe, okay?”

You nodded repeatedly, trying to end the conversation as soon as possible. “Yes, of course.” You promised, but the idea of that ever happening sent a chill down your spine, you tried to shake that thought as far away as you possibly could. 

Your mom smiled and you took it as your cue to go. You tried to walk away, but before you reached the door, she spoke again. 

“And darling?” She said, making you turn around to see her. “I know you don’t like coming here without your brother, so thank you for coming anyway.”

“It’s fine, mom.” You said, and it was true. “At least Yoongi made up for it.”

She smirked, suppressing a laugh. “Oh, I’m sure.”

You rolled your eyes, in disbelief. “Yup, I’m going now, goodnight!” You said, finally escaping from the conversation. You heard your mom’s laugh in the distance as you closed the door behind you to run upstairs. 

Present

When you visited Simon’s apartment for the first time you could clearly notice it was a boy’s apartment from the lack of decoration, the lack of food in the fridge and the amount of boxes still unpacked weeks after moving in, but after you entered through the door tonight you saw a completely different version of it. It was a part of him that you missed out when you were gone, now there were plants on the living room and traces of Florence all over the place, like her purple slippers on the door and the purple toothbrush on the bathroom, her scrunchies on the entryway table and the framed picture of her beside them. You found it endearing, it was like a secret world made just for the two of them, a proper home. 

“When is Florence coming back?” You asked, leaving your bag on the couch. 

Simon took off his shoes, wandering through his house as he turned all the lights on “On Monday.” He replied.

You made a mental note to leave on Monday, even if Simon repeated a thousand times that it was okay for you to stay there on the way here, you didn’t want to intrude in his life. Instead you decided it would be easier to intrude in Minnie’s life, who’s apartment was big enough for the two of you, the only person she shared her apartment with was not an actual person, it was just her orange cat. 

 “I was supposed to go with her.” Your brother kept talking “But me and Yoongi are behind on some work and I had to stay… Well, I’m the one who’s behind, really. Yoongi is just helping me.”

You did not forget that Simon and Yoongi worked together at the same law firm downtown ever since they graduated. You knew that Yoongi got the job as soon as he graduated and then he was followed by your brother, after years it was still impossible to keep them apart, which had become a problem for you. 

You nodded but didn’t say anything about it, you reasoned that Yoongi was still working before arriving at your house, that explained the clothes, the shoes and the messy hair. You sighed just by thinking about it, at least dinner was over, at least your first encounter with Yoongi after four years wasn’t the worst thing that happened tonight. 

It was impossible, but you tried not to think about it too much. Yoongi’s presence was some kind of collateral effect that came with your life, it was too late to detach him from it, but you still tried to run away from it for years and years, only to come back and still find him here, talking to you like nothing ever happened, like you were still friends. 

Yoongi and you were always on different stages of your life, on different places, on different paths, but you seemed to agree on one thing: keep everything secret, no one needed to know what happened between the two of you, that was why Simon was always talking about Yoongi when you called him, that was why he couldn’t stop talking about it him now, he didn’t realize that you didn’t want to know anything about his best friend, you could never told him why.

You followed your brother to his guest room as he talked and talked about how smart Yoongi was and how he was capable of taking so many different cases and not dying in the process, how nice it was to work with his best friend and blablabla. You swore that if you heard the name one more time you would explode, so you decided to drastically change the subject of the conversation, you were willing to say anything to take his name out of your brother’s mouth. It took a second, but when the room fell silent, you looked at your feet, a bit unsure, gathering enough courage to finally say what you’ve been meaning to tell him since you arrived home.

“I’m sorry for not telling you about the proposal.” You softly spoke, and Simon, who was looking for a blanket in the closet in the corner of the room, turned his head to look at you. “I wanted to tell you in person, but I wasn’t planning for that article to come out, I didn’t want the whole world to know.”

Simon left the blanket on the bed, turning his body to look at you more clearly. “Mom told me that you think Ian leaked the news” He mentioned, and you nodded, at the risk of looking crazy. 

“Sally suggested it.” You confirmed, sitting on the bed “And if he didn’t, he’s fine with it anyway. He doesn’t care if people see me as this bitch who broke his heart, I might as well be.” 

He looked at the wall behind you, confused. “I think I missed a chapter here.” He said, sitting on the edge of the bed “Maybe more than one. Weren’t you in love with him?”

You wanted to grab a pillow, bury your face on it and scream as loud as you could, but for the sake of looking like a sane person you contained yourself. “I thought I was.” You said sincerely. you believed there was a time when you were sure you were in love with Ian, there were moments you thought that the good things about him could outweigh the bad things, but deep down you knew that if you were really in love you wouldn’t have to do all that math, you wouldn’t have to fight to ignore his arrogance and his big ego. 

“And when did you realize that you weren’t?” He continued to ask “Or when did you realize he was a jerk?”

You scoffed, bitterly. “I guess I always knew both, I tried to make it work regardless. I enjoyed being with him for some time, but then he planned an engagement party full of people I didn’t even know. He didn’t care to call any of you and expected me to say yes… Does that say more about him or me?”

He kept quiet, not knowing what to say, but you already knew the answer. 

“Ian was an asshole, kid. He was jealous of you, of your family, of your job, none of us understood why you were with him.” 

“That was not what I asked.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Ian was a prick, I get it, but I wasn’t much better either.”

“You can’t make me think you deserve each other, are you kidding?” He said. 

“I can’t blame him for everything, I made my own bed.” You huffed “I was terrible and it took me almost four years to snap out of it, that was not his fault.” 

“You are right, but you’re here now, aren’t you?” He reminded you, calmly. “Isn’t that what’s important?” 

You began to become exasperated “C’mon, Simon, don’t try to be nice, you’re supposed to be mad at me.” 

“I am mad at you.” He corrected you, sending a chill down your spine “You’re working all the time, you never call, never text back, we barely see you and the only way to know about your life is when we read some article saying you broke up with your boyfriend because he proposed to you, are you kidding? Of course I am mad, but because I miss you.”

You felt a wave of regret hitting all your senses, suddenly your eyes were burning with tears and you are not supposed to cry, you knew that, but the single tear that slid down your cheek was quicker than any thought that could cross your mind. Somehow, you wished your family hadn't noticed how absent you'd been these past few years, that they just shrugged and said “that’s just her” and forgot about it, it was not necessary to look at Simon’s face to know that he couldn’t just forget about it. He loved you, your mother loved you too, you didn’t have a family that you would want to run away from, but you did it anyway,

“I’m sorry…” You murmured, looking at him with eyes full of regret. “It wasn’t you, it wasn’t any of you, it was me. I was so angry when I left, I didn’t know how to handle it.”

You wouldn’t trade your career for anything, it was one of those few things that made you happy, but after years of trying to convince yourself that every decision you made for the last few years was the right choice, this was the first time that you admitted that maybe you weren’t thinking clearly when you decided to move to the city and never look back. 

Simon frowned, thinking about it twice before asking “Were you angry, bug?”

You tilted your head, giving him a sad smile, hoping that it could explain everything.”I was quite angry, yes.” You answered “Not at you, though.” 

“At mom?” 

“Maybe a little bit at mom, yeah.” You laughed, shaking your head. You sighed deeply, letting the silence sit in the room for a moment before you could put in order all the things you wanted to say. “I remember when I told her I left college she looked at me like I finally lost my mind, it was like she saw it coming, you know? Me, again, being lost, it was not a surprise, but rather something she would expect of me. I know she was just worried and I know I can be a lot sometimes, but it hurt anyway. I don't blame anyone, Simon, but all I needed was someone to believe in me and no one did. I had to leave.” Something ached inside your chest because that was not the whole truth, but it was all you could say tonight, you couldn’t say that Yoongi was also one of the reasons. “I’m not trying to justify myself.” You mumbled “I’m just saying that I was so angry that I didn’t realize how many mistakes I made.” 

The silence that took over the room was so strong it made your stomach squirm. You shifted in your place, but Simon stayed there, with his gaze lost somewhere in the room as he processed what you just said. 

“I always believed in you, you know that?” He spoke, causing your head to snap up towards him. “I know a lot of people tried to tell you that you weren’t, but you’ve always been special and I’ve always seen it.” 

“I know you did.” You sighed. “But I was being so stubborn, I walked away and I’m so sorry.”

“I know you think you’re too much, but you’re not.” He continued talking “Maybe mom just wanted everything to be simple, for her kids to go to college, graduate, get a job and a home and never have to worry about whether they are choosing right or wrong ever again. But you’re not simple, bug, you’re extraordinary and talented and too brilliant to stay still, but you’re not too much, not for me.” 

You held back a sob, feeling ridiculous. “I’m sorry.” You said, once again, because you haven’t said it enough times.

“It’s okay now, I mean it.” Simon reached for your hand to squeeze it tightly. 

You sniffed “God, I should be comforting you for being a bad sister, not the other way around” 

“I don’t need to be comforted, I’m okay as long as you’re here.” He tried to cheer you up. “And you were not a bad sister, you were sad and acted shitty.” 

You smiled, because you told Simon that you were angry but instead he heard that you were sad, you didn’t feel like correcting him because he wasn’t so wrong about that. 

“I’m sorry.” You repeated once again like a scratched record, making him laugh. “Are you still mad at me?”

“No.” he replied, “But only if you promise not to disappear again.” 

You raised your hand, extending your pinky finger in front of his face. “I promise you, Simon, I will not disappear again.”

Simon tangled his pinky with yours, making your promise impossible to be broken, and your soul felt at ease for a moment.

“Fine, good enough for me.” he said, throwing himself back onto the bed. “Now I want to hear everything about the proposal, and I want you to describe to me exactly the face he made when you said no.”

You laughed, throwing yourself on the bed the same way he did and tried to summarize the last three years in just one night. Only for today, your body did you a favor and your head stopped spinning at least for now. Something began to feel right.

Four years ago

Seven days before New Year’s Eve

You could hear the radio at the end of the hallway in your grandmother’s room, softly playing jazz to cancel out the outside noise. Not everyone in the house liked the radio, your cousins always said that it was annoying and kept them awake, but it was still one of those old habits of your grandfather that remained in the house even if he was no longer here, so you liked it. The music inevitably seeped under the door of your room, Yoongi hummed some Frank Sinatra song as if he knew the lyrics to it, making you laugh and beg him to stop. 

You know it’s almost midnight, as your roommate just informed you, but you didn’t want to turn the lights off yet. All of the cookies already disappeared from the plate, Yoongi was laying on his side the same way you were and the lamp on the nightstand warmly lighted up his brown eyes, you couldn’t help but feel you were not supposed to be in such presence, his messy hair and the loose white shirt he wore to sleep, his sleepy eyes, his pink lips; it looked just like the kind of view that was bound to haunt you forever. 

The nightstand that separated you was not far enough to stop that pull from the string in your chest, not when he was looking at you like that, his gaze fixated on yours like he didn’t want to leave you awake alone, and neither did you. You felt yourself shaking because, what was the version of you that existed when you were asleep? And what happened inside his head when you were not there? What was happening inside his head right now?

Did you cross his mind the same way he crossed yours? When you finally fell asleep, would he remember that moment in the closet or would it be just water under the bridge? Did he spend every waking second of the last seven hours thinking of that fleeting moment when you could almost feel his lips on yours?

Or was that just you?

The night was fading away, your eyelids were getting heavy but you still couldn’t find the will to sleep. 

“I’m sorry for today.” You almost whispered, gathering enough courage to mention the little accident “I’m sorry for dragging you with me to the closet.”  

He smiled softly, closing his eyes for a second. “It’s okay, it was cozy.” He teased you, making you groan in annoyance. He laughed loudly at your reaction, annoying you even more. “I’m serious, it was okay.” 

“Was it really?” You asked him “Wasn’t I being silly?”

“It's okay being silly sometimes.” He assured you, but that did not ease that anxious feeling in your stomach. He seemed to see it in your face. “What’s wrong with being a little silly? I would’ve run from your grandmother, too.” 

You bitterly laughed, covering your face with the palms of your hands “Stop, I’m being immature.” You groaned “I’ve got to get my shit together.”

“C’mon Pinky, you have to stop with that.” He said. 

“I would if I could.” You remarked.

“Didn’t you say you were going to get your shit together after the holidays?” He reminded you “Why are you worrying right now?”

Yoongi was right, that was the initial plan, but ever since you came back home everything was pointing in different directions and it was beginning to drive you crazy, it was like the universe was forcing you to think about it, it was not letting you run away from it, not even temporarily. First, it was Yoongi, showing up every few days at your doorstep, grabbing your hand, squeezing your legs, whispering things in your ear like he wanted you to go insane, it was Minnie, offering you a job, talking about The Alley, saying you were supposed to be on the big screen, and then it was your mother, expecting you to make up your mind once for all. And still, you had your whole life ahead, why were you worrying right now?

“I don’t know…” You sighed “What if I come back next year and the plan was not good enough? What if I end up hiding again from everyone?”

Yoongi shifted in bed, curious “Do you have a plan, Pinky?” The nickname rolled off his tongue softly, you swimmed in the tenderness of his voice, something about it made you want to tell him everything.

“Not really, I mean… It all sounds so bad.” 

“You have a plan.” He affirmed, smiling “I want to hear it.”

“It’s not a plan.” You contradicted yourself “If it were a plan, it would suck.”

Yoongi hummed “It’s something like a plan, then.”

You scrunched your nose, unsure. “Yeah, but not quite like a plan, something like a…” You said, but the words died on your lips before you got the chance to finish. 

“Something like a dream, then?” He continued to ask, but you shook your head.

“Something close.” You expressed, unable to find the right words to explain your thoughts. You stayed silent for a second, believing he was beginning to lose interest in the topic, until the words slipped past his lips like a spell.

“Something like a wish.” He pronounced, and he was not asking, it was almost like he knew. 

You thought there was not much difference between a dream and a wish, but in this case, there was. 

You smiled at him, nodding, somehow you felt you could trust him with all your secrets “Yes, like a wish.” You affirmed, and it felt like a confession. “I don’t know Yoongi, have you ever stayed up late and planned something but when you woke up next morning you felt it was stupid? Well, I do that every night.”

“I’m sure that whatever it is, it’s not stupid.” He said, making your heart swell.  

“I would like to believe you��” You murmured “Do you have a dream, Yoongi? Something you’re too scared to wish for?”

You could see him think about it for a moment, but his eyes were still connected with yours. Oh, how you wished to be inside his mind right now, read his thoughts, witness his dreams, know all his secrets.

“Yes.” He confirmed, “But I can’t talk about them out loud right now.” 

You laughed, biting your bottom lip. “Okay, fair. What about those you can say out loud?”

“I’m not going to tell you because you’re going to laugh.” He pouted, making you frown. 

“Laugh?” You repeated, sounding more offended than you actually were. “I would never, c’mon.”

He raised an eyebrow, testing you “You sure?”

“Of course, don’t piss me off.” 

“Fine, fine.” He let out a long sigh, believing you. “My wish would be… to stop time for a while. Sometimes I believe I can’t think when time’s running, all I do is study and come home to my mom, there is very little time that I have for myself.”  

You felt your chest tighten, but it didn't surprise you that Yoongi felt this way. He already mentioned to you that, even if taking care of his mother didn’t feel like a burden, he still felt he was missing out on so many things. 

“And what would you do if time stopped right now?” 

Yoongi shifted his eyes for a moment, and you almost missed it but you saw it, the urge to hold back and the words getting stuck on his throat. 

“Mmm…” He hummed, “I’ll go to the beach.”

“In winter?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t care.”

“And where else?” You continued to ask.

“Honestly? I’ll go anywhere but home.” He confessed.

“What’s wrong with home?” You of all people knew exactly what was wrong with home, but you wanted to hear why he thought that. 

“Home it’s okay,” He waved off. “It just feels like I spent my whole life there. I went to college expecting something to change, and a lot of things did but I still feel like something else is supposed to happen, like there's something else for me to see.” 

It was looking in a mirror, it was the same thing you’ve told him a few days ago but in other words, in another tone. Yoongi sounded resigned, like his wish was clearly something that was not meant to happen and he needed to come to terms with it, nothing could ever make you more sad. 

“There’s plenty for you to see, Yoongi, are you kidding?” You chuckled  “You’re twenty five, you’re barely grasping life.” 

He scoffed, bitterly, “It’s not that easy.” 

“Of course it is easy, do you know it’s not necessary to stop time to go to the beach?” 

“I know, Pinky.” He agreed, “But what does it feel like running away?” 

“Running away would be so bad?” You asked, hearing the question echoing in the room, letting you know that maybe it was something you weren’t supposed to wonder out loud. Yoongi didn’t dare to ask such a question, but you seemed determined to make his wish come true, maybe you were the only one who could do it. 

“Don’t ask me.” He said, looking at the ceiling to avoid your gaze.  “Don’t act like running away isn’t your wish as well” 

You snorted, immediately grabbing a pillow and threatening to punch him in the face with it, but Yoongi is quick to cover his face with his arms.

“Don’t!” He protested, laughing.

 “Don’t expose me like that!” You whined, embarrassed. 

“What, am I wrong?” 

“Maybe you’re not…” You dared to answer, leaving the pillow on the bed again “But how do you know?”

“I told you, Pinky.” He murmured “I just know.”

You shook your head in denial, how could it be? Were you really that transparent or Yoongi really just knew? 

“What else do you know?” You continued to ask, curious. 

He pretended to think about it, pouting his lips and looking at the ceiling as if the answers were to fall from the sky. His eyes shifted towards yours, tilting his head “I know that you would run away to the beach with me if I asked you to.” 

A giggle was built in your throat, you laughed nervously as you tried to decipher if he was joking or not, even if Yoongi could see right through you, it was a bit difficult for you to do the same with him. 

“I don’t know about that.” You said, ignoring the way your heart was beating against your ribcage. “Do you mean in… an hypothetical scenario?” 

“It’s a hypothetical proposal.” He answered.

“I’ll have to check my schedule first.” 

A smirk tugged from the corner of his lips. “What about… two weeks away from now?”

You did the calculation in your head, but you already knew that by then Yoongi would have to go back to class, so you doubted. “What about the semester?” You asked, trying to be the voice of reason. “Your last semester, might I add.”

“That could wait.” He did not hesitate “Isn’t it part of running away? Leaving things behind?”

You laughed “And what would people say about me, then? That I made you leave college, nuh-hu.” 

“Here we go again with that.” He rolled his eyes “I don’t care what people say and, besides, I’m not leaving college, I’m… postponing it.” 

That didn’t sound like the Yoongi you knew at all, but then again, this whole conversation didn’t sound like anything Yoongi from the past would say. A thousand questions crossed your mind, like what do you do on the beach in winter? Wouldn’t being alone be a problem? What are you going to talk about, where are you going to stay? If you say yes, would he grab your hand when you crossed the street, would he try to kiss you again? 

You crossed your arms, thinking about it, not daring to agree right away, but how could you say no? When he was looking at you, convinced that you would say yes. 

You opened your mouth, not sure what you were going to say but still ready to answer, and before you could utter a word, he interrupted you. “Run away with me to the beach, Pinky.” He asked in a soft tone, looking at you with warm eyes and warm words, making your heart shake violently in your chest “Only for now, I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

You smiled, ignoring that little person inside you that tried to warn you about something, but you weren’t sure about what because all you could feel was your heart racing. “Fine, I’ll follow you for now.” You simply said, trying to sound as cool as possible “Let’s run.” 

In that moment you forgot about years and years of disappointment and failed dreams, failed wishes, you ignored the reality, deciding everything was false and true at the same time. You didn’t need to look at the clock to know that it was midnight, something inside your chest sparkled and told you it was time to make your wish, and for some reason, you listened. It echoed in every corner of your mind, your wish was the beach in winter. 

Four days before New Year’s Eve

Two weeks ago, when you bought Yoongi’s Christmas gift, you thought about it like a farewell. You stood in the shop and talked to the tall man with the long face and chose the gift as you tried to convince yourself this was a way of saying goodbye to him. 

That Christmas morning Yoongi tore the brown wrapping paper and opened the long box to find that you decided to give him a red tie. It wasn’t bright red, it was deep dark red, red like a rose. It came with a notebook and a pen with his initials on them. In your mind, you were giving away that version of him that lived in your head and clung to your thoughts and clung to your heart, that version of him you could never let go. Yoongi was about to graduate, he was about to become officially a lawyer, an adult, a man, he wasn’t that boy you fell in love with years ago, he was a wish you had to let in the past and your gift was just a way to remind you of it. You had a purpose, a plan, you had everything figured out until he decided to ask you to run away with him, until you said yes.

His gifts for you were a vinyl copy of Is This It by The Strokes, two tickets to watch When Harry Met Sally at the Alley the following week and a pair of red gloves for the rest of the winter. 

Yoongi looked at you and smiled like you both knew something everyone else in the room didn’t. “The gloves match with the tie.” He had said.

So now you had no plan, what you did have though, was a bunch of pictures of several locations Yoongi thought of booking for your trip to the beach. You were doomed. 

You thought the only person in this town who could possibly understand what you were going through was Minnie, the only person in the world who knew about your feelings for Yoongi, and the only person who you could call a friend at the moment. 

You weren’t expecting to see Minnie again when you saw her at The Alley a few weeks ago, but she had different plans; it was like she forced you to be her friend again. You tried to stop thinking you didn’t deserve it, you had to swallow your guilt and accept her friendship, and after a few five hour calls filled with gossip, you ultimately decided not to be against it, even if she called you everyday and still talked nonstop about that audition in the city, talking with her felt like you were still fifteen, and you liked it.

That night, as she raided her closet looking for a dress for you to wear at the New Year’s party at The Alley, you sat on her bed and gave her a run down of everything that happened with Yoongi since you came back home, it didn’t take her much to get you to admit that you were still in love with your brother’s best friend, so you might as well be honest and tell her everything. 

“You’re being stupid right now, sweetheart.” You heard her muffled voice from inside her closet. The next thing you saw was a piece of fabric flying in the air and landing at your feet. You grabbed it, putting in front of you to reveal a short pink dress that you would never, ever wear. 

You snorted, leaving the dress on the pile of clothes that you already rejected. You seemed to forget that Minnie was not the most adequate person to talk about “boy stuff”, perhaps because she was way too honest. You didn’t know whether it was a mistake or not to tell her about the trip to the beach, because all the questions she was asking and all the things she was stating to be true were thoughts you were desperately trying to avoid. 

“He wants to fuck you, I don’t know how else to tell you this.” She said, walking over the clothes to make her way to you. You threw yourself on the bed, covering your face with your palms “I mean, I wish I could only tell you that he’s head over heels for you, and honey, that he is, but he also wants to fuck you.”

You groaned, kicking your feet. “God, you make me want to throw up.”

“Of excitement, I’m assuming.” She affirmed “I’m telling you, there’s no way you’re going on a trip alone and come back without having fucked.”

You looked at her, begging her to stop talking, but she was not finished. “Stop!”

“Picture this.” She ignored you, forming a rectangle with her fingers and looking right through it as if she was directing a scene from a movie “First scenario, a storm causes the power to go out, there’s no electricity, you have no way to be warm so you sleep in the same bed to warm up, there’s tension, you look at each other and kiss, you fuck.”

“Okay, I don’t see that happening.” You shook your head. 

“Second scenario, you just finished showering, you go out of the bathroom wearing only a towel because you think he’s not there, but he is! He sees you, you kiss, you fuck.”

“That’s not… That sounds like porn.” 

“Third scenario!” She exclaimed. 

“Fine, that’s enough.” You stopped her, waving your arms in the air. 

“No, you have to prepare! And when it happens you will know that I was right.” Your friend insisted, but you refused to let any of those ideas in your mind. 

“What if you’re not?” You wondered “What if he just wants to be my friend and I’m just imagining everything?”

“But you are not, are you kidding?” She laughed “That man is clearly in love with you, why are you convincing yourself otherwise?”

You felt Minnie’s body sitting right next to you, causing you to sit back on the bed to look at her face to face. You were sure you were about to start crying out of frustration. “I don’t know, what if I get hurt?”

Minnie pursed her lips “Baby, I can’t answer that question at all, but you have to take the chance.” 

You groaned, annoyed. “I don’t want to take the chance.” You whined “I was fine before seeing him again, I wasn’t even thinking of him.”

“That is a lie,” She laughed, mocking you. “We both know you never stopped being in love with him, now you have him in the palm of your hand, do something.” 

Minnie stood up again, looking for another piece of clothing on the floor as you kept silent, wondering if any of that could be possible. Did you really have him in the palm of your hand? Was he in love with you and you were being stupid for believing that he wanted to be just friends?

“What should I do?” You asked her, hoping that the redhead in the room knew all the secrets of the universe. 

“Invite him to the New Year’s party and wear a hot outfit, how about that?” Minnie offered, like that could answer all your prayers. 

“Would that resolve all my problems?” You joked, talking to the sky. 

“C’mon, he literally asked you to run away with him, don’t you find that a little bit hot? Don’t you really think that was not code for ‘I want to fuck you’?” 

You laughed “Yoongi is not like that!” You protested. 

“I hate to break it to you, but you are hot.” She insisted, throwing another piece of clothing at your face. “And if Yoongi is not blind, he knows that, and let’s not forget the most important fact here.” 

“Which is…?”

“He’s in love with you, let’s start wrapping our heads around that.” She simply said “Once that’s done, you invite him to the New Year’s eve party at The Alley, you wear a hot outfit and confront him about it, tell him to stop playing around.”

You grabbed the dress Minnie just threw at you, which was another short dress, but this one was actually cute. It was black and was covered in black sparkly sequins with thin straps, you were definitely going to freeze to death if you wore that, but you were sure this fitted the description of “hot outfit”. 

Minnie was right, you couldn’t keep running away from the facts, everything was laid on the table, you didn’t need more proof to know that Yoongi felt something for you, even if you weren’t sure if it was the same that you felt for him, you needed to gather enough courage to find out what it was. 

You grabbed the phone in your pocket and opened Yoongi’s chat, you decided to invite him to the New Year’s party. 

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 2

ftm yautja oc (Bhankui-ya) x male reader

Can Yautja be FTM? No idea, but this one can. Ive only watched one predator movie, so this is mainly just cooked up from my own imagination and attraction to Yautja, as well as the many fics I read. I used a generator for the name, so if it’s bad, blame the generator.

This is also more just “haha funny relationship between a yautja and his ooman” kinda vibes. very fun to write, i would love to write about Bhan again.

Mixed wording for the yautjas bits.

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Dating a yautja was an… interesting experience. Bhankui-ya, or as you called him, Bhan, was no exception. But really, dating a scaley 8ft tall alien warrior who could rip your spine out of your body with his pinky really didn’t get any weirder. You were never gonna complain though, except for the times he would sit his entire weight in your lap, and you were left gasping for air. It wasn’t your fault that yautja weigh the same as three men of their size. You loved it though, and you had a feeling Bhan knew that.

How you came to date your partner, mate, as he called it, was another strange set of circumstances. You had a past of your own, and there wasn’t much left to live for. So, you had set out to take down the people who’d harmed you and your loved ones the most with you. Your body was littered with the scars they left on you, and your heart was covered in even more, aching for the siblings they’d taken from you. Be it from their abuse, or your siblings taking their own lives because of them.

It hadn’t truly registered at the time. You didn’t know what a bad blood was, or that Bhan was an enforcer. You just knew that scaley fucker, who was already missing an arm and hissing like a wet feral cat, was trying to take your kill goal from you. Bahn would later tell you, after laying in bed feeling like hed just drained the very life out of you, that you fought more feral than a kiande amedha fighting for its queen.

You still didn’t really know what that was, but you had seen skulls, trophies, Bhan kept of them. Apparently, they were a big deal, and seeing you acting like one got him wet. For some reason. But hey, you got hard seeing him cleaning his knives and spears, who were you to judge that he got heated up seeing you rip a bad bloods mandibles right out their face.

Anyways. In the end you came with him, since you’d “proven yourself” somehow. And having literally nothing and no one on earth, you just followed. You were no warrior or hunter, at least nothing compared to yautja. But you had a “look in your eye” in Bhans words, or rather clicks. The implant to understand him still itched at times. You just “needed to unleash it” whatever that meant.

Turns out the one place you can unleash this so-called power is in the bedroom. Because, where yautja may be the superiors in many ways, it seems in the way of the body humans were still more advanced. Bhan would tell you it was because “Oomans like you are controlled by bodily urges”, you just think he’s jealous you used to fuck a toy before you met him.

You honestly felt like you were on top of the world the first time you used a vibrator on his clits, because apparently his people had three. Seeing him rip holes in his seat and how he would arch, and roar made you feel euphoric, it had to be the same rush Bhan felt on a good kill. But instead, you got it from making him squirt so hard his legs were shaking.

You never got to live on that high for very long. Apparently Bahn liked to “peel you back down again” so you “didn’t get too confident”. Apparently, a confident hunter was a dead hunter, or something like that. It was pretty hard to think about his “lessons” when he was riding you though, his sheer bulk slamming down on your already aching human hips until you were making noises similar to the creatures he hunted when they were dying.

That didn’t stop you from stocking up on toys though. The next time you came to earth, you scrounged up money one way or the other, and immediately entered the best quality shop you could find. Bhankui-ya was off doing whatever he needed to do, and in the meantime you were trying to find out which wand would work on him.

The conversation with the store clerk was embarrassing, to you at least. They seemed quite entertained as you fumbled out that you were trying to find something that would work on your “taller than you can imagine, buff as hell and more dangerous than a tiger on steroids” partner. They were very helpful though, and even gave you some discounts and wished you luck on your way, as you stumbled out of the store with at least two bags on each arm.

It was only experience at this point that helped you remember where the ship was, since it was invisible and all that. But as you got inside you immediately clambered off to the bedroom, where you got to work. Bhankui-ya wouldn’t know what hit him when he got back, you would make sure of that.

Of course, you shouldn’t have been surprised when your mate came back beaten and bloody, but lugging the bad bloods head under his arm. You had gained a fascination with seeing the heads of his kills, alright? So, what if it made you morbid. And Bhan? He just seemed to almost preen as you oohd and aahd over his kill.

Patching him up was a couple’s activity, mainly just because you liked patching him up, and Bhan liked when you did it. He could have easily fixed himself up with the many tools he got as a yautja, but where was the fun in that, when he got to see his little blood thirsty ooman patch him up instead. Bhan did have to stop you from licking his blood up at times, lest he decided to ride you right then and there.

In the end you forgot all about the wide array of toys youd laid out in the bedroom, in the order you planned to use them on him. You sent Bhan on his way, deciding to be a good mate and drag his heavy as fuck armour and weapons off to where they needed to go for cleaning and polishing. It caused aches in your back, but Bhans purrs made it all worth it.

Walking into the bedroom Bhankui-ya got to see your little plan, and if the hunt and your pampering, as well as that flicker of bloodlust in your eyes hadn’t got him wet, then this did. How sweet of you, his little mate, to want to pamper him this way. Had you remembered it was your anniversary? (you hadn’t) how could he not use the gifts you set out.

Walking into the bedroom to see Bhan fucking himself with one of the toys, a vibrator against his clits made you almost pass out. Hed even worked one of the plugs into his other hole, his muscular thighs spread wide open as he purred in your direction, his noise like a siren call that had you stumbling over your own feet, almost making you eat floor.

Bahn had tried to laugh at your stumbling, but you were on his slit like a starved animal. It was only the fact that Bahn let you that you got the vibrator away from his nubs, mainly because he loved your mouth on him. It was just so much nicer to have a human eat him out than a fellow yautja, he had taken lips for granted his entire life.

Having just gotten back from a hunt left him more pliable, and willing to go along with your whims. Which was how you got four of those wired vibrators strapped to his thighs, and up his cunt, set to the highest setting as you fucked into his ass. The wand youd bought was worth all the money as well, as you used it to swap from one bundle of nerves to the other, Bhankui-ya howling loud enough that your ears were ringing. You wouldn’t be shocked if they were bleeding, but did you care? No, no you did not.

The adrenaline from his hunt, your powerful scent of want and hunger, and just the fact that Bhankui-ya didn’t indulge in other mates before you, left him sensitive and so needy, something you gladly abused any chance you got.

The bed needed to be completely replaced afterwards, but that’s how it went every time you got him like this. Never in your dreams did you think you could have someone as powerful and dangerous as Bhan, limp and panting, his entire body shaking and spent. Seeing his mandibles quivering always made your heart lurch, it felt like a symbol that you had done it all right.

Times like this were never about you or getting you off. But you also knew Bhan wouldn’t accept it if you didn’t get to finish too, so you always did it wherever he wanted it most. There was little chance of you two having offspring, mainly because Bhan had an implant that made pregnancy impossible. Because, unsurprisingly, yautja had even better prevention care than humans could ever dream off. You swore you heard him chirping about pups every now and then though, when you had him so wrung out that his eyes kept rolling back, even when you weren’t doing more than petting his torso.

Aftercare was also something Bhankui-ya could appreciate that came from humans. Yautja did care for each other after mating, but it was mainly just to patch each other up if it got bloody, or feeding the other food and water. Being rubbed all over and massaged was enjoyable, so you wouldn’t catch Bhankui-ya complaining.

You both knew you were gonna be the one shaking and limping in a few days though. He couldn’t let you get too confident, now, could he? Maybe hed even show you how some of the weapons he owned could be used in more… fun and creative ways.

[chris-prank]

I need the reaction of the baes (Vincent, Esteban and Atlas) to reader thirsting loudly for strangers online. Like full on down bad simping.

I love these kinds of ask about multiple of my ocs. This way they are all compiled in one post 😆 so thank you mellsfern! 

Now jealousy timeeeee

CW: Possessive behavior, manipulative behavior and mention/use of a syringe (in Vincent’s part) 

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Vincent has been monitoring your online activities for a while now. It was his favorite thing to do after a long day of working on new inventions for Fatalité, being able to sit comfortably in front of his computer and check what you were up to.  But lately… you’ve been checking one person’s account a bit too much on Slowgram. You liked their post the second they were up, why couldn’t you be dedicated like that with him instead!? What made his blood boil the most, was the private conversation you were having with your friend about this influencer. Paragraph after Paragraph were filled with praises, words of adoration and lewd comments on what you wanted to do to them. At first he thought it was just a passing infatuation, but he couldn't keep watching you lust over someone else, it made him see red. Dr. Seraph didn’t even have to hack into that influencer's computer to find their address, this idiot had it plastered all over their socials. At this point, they were just asking for it! At the dead of night, he easily entered their house. Hovering over the sleeping form, his face showed a scarily cold expression.  

“I was lacking a test subject for my latest invention.” With precision, he plunged a syringe in the person's neck, “I wonder if they'll still think you're attractive after I’m done with you.” 

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Esteban snatched the phone from your grasp. One minute you were alone in the living room, liking every post of a guy online and the next you were empty handed. Unbeknownst to you, he was actually stalking your account before all this and happened to see your liked posts. 

“What’s your deal?!” You jumped out of the couch, trying to take your property back. 

“What’s my deal? What about yours Mmm?!” He pouted, raising the phone out of your reach, “You have a guy with the literal body of a Greek god at your disposition and you're gawking at this?” 

He shook one picture in your face before retrieving it quickly. “Can you even tell that he is photoshopped? I don't need that cheap trick to look appealing.”

He couldn’t let you thirst over this loser and act like nothing was wrong. You shouldn’t need to feel the urge to simp over anyone else! All you need is him, him! That’s why he didn’t have a choice, Esteban had to have your device altered so you could never see that person's face again on any app. Without saying a word he headed towards the front door. 

“Hey! Give me my phone back!” 

“Don’t worry, I’m buying you a better one with some needed modifications.”

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Atlas stared at the picture that you were showing to him on your phone. He already knew your feelings towards this influencer. Having connected to your social media without your consent, he had seen that you were commenting on this person's post a bit too often for his liking. Still, he acted oblivious when you started ranting about them. 

“Aren’t they just so perfect!? Like they are so fine I caaaaan't!” You groaned and contracted your other hand as if you were a predator closing in on its prey. 

He really couldn’t understand what you liked about them that he didn’t have. He could at least console himself with the fact that this person unobtainable, that they would never be a part of your life, unlike him. But still, he hated knowing that you had eyes for someone else to this extent. 

Atlas leaned down, looking at you through his long and pale lashes. “I can be anything you want me to be, you know. I can change my hair color to match theirs or even my personality if that’s what you want.” Then, the android slowly lowered your phone down by gently taking hold of your wrist, “So no need to think about them any longer.” 

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I love showing Vincent’s murderous and sadistic side, especially when it’s related to his darling. Also possessive Atlas is just a cutie pattotie.

[spiders-around]

YOU MUST MAKE A WEBSITE

Oh wow, look at that! YET ANOTHER post urging you to make a webbed site! What a completely new thing that people haven't made a thousand masterposts for already!!

• Making a website might look scary. It is Not.

At first, I too thought making a website was too much work. It really isn't! It turns out that all you need is

an HTML file,

a web hosting service and

w3schools tutorials,

and that's about it!

This post will point you towards these resources, and others I found useful while figuring out how to make a website.

• VERY QUICK EXPLANATIONS:

What's HTML and CSS?

HTML is the content of your webpage, the skeleton of it. What shows up in a webpage is what's written in the HTML file!

CSS is the way the HTML is styled; the colour of the background and the letters, the size of elements, the font, all that!

Do I absolutely NEED JavaScript for a website?

Not at all! You don't need to worry about learning it before getting started.

• What do I make a website for? What do I put in there?

ANYTHING AND ALMOST EVERYTHING. Here's some ideas for pages from a post of mine were I was very normal about websites:

You can make a page that's only pictures of your pets.

You can make an interactive adventure.

You can make your own academic blog full of your own essays or articles.

You can just post a ton of art or make a full music page.

You can make a blog and infodump eternally, give book reccs and reviews. You can host a thousand virtual pets and nothing else.

Upload entire books in a single html file. Make a wikipedia for your ocs. Make a fake site for a random fictional place (restaurant, hotel, whatever). You can make a thousand fanpages/shrines about your favorite media. You can upload your own webcomic and make it all like a fancy website and shit.

I could keep going but, for the sake of "brevity", I won't.

• WEBSITE EXAMPLES!

If I started listing the websites I know, this post would be bottomless. Here's only seven:

https://publictransit.neocities.org/ - A webbed site, for sure

https://ribo.zone/ - A personal site

https://leusyth.neocities.org/ - An art archive

https://solaria.neocities.org/ - Personal website with A Lot of stuff (it'll come up in a bit, because it offers web making resources)

https://hog.neocities.org/ - The Hogsite

https://thegardenofmadeline.neocities.org/ - Another personal site! It also has a web resources page and has made another masterpost like this one (but better)

https://spiders.neocities.org/ - My own website, which must be weird to see in mobile . sorry

• You've convinced me. I want a webbed site. Where do I start?

https://neocities.org/

FIRST OF ALL: Neocities. It is a free web hosting service, and it's the one I and the sites I linked use!

When I first started, my website was a black page with red letters and a drawing, and nothing else! It was like that for a month, till i started picking up on how to do things.

Here's what helped me get an idea of how to make things work:

https://sadgrl.online/learn/articles/beginners-guide-neocities

An absolute beginners guide to neocities -- while when you make an account there you get a tutorial page from the site, this one's extra support for that.

https://www.w3schools.com/

Learn HTML, CSS, JavaScript and MANY other coding things for free. All the tutorial/reference pages have live testing windows for you to mess with!! helped me a LOT while figuring this stuff out!

https://htmlcheatsheet.com/

https://htmlcheatsheet.com/css/

Cheatsheets for HTML and CSS, respectively. It includes a JavaScript one too!

https://sadgrl.online/webmastery/

Sadgrl's webmastery resources! Also includes the next resource listed here:

https://sadgrl.online/projects/layout-builder/

Sadgrl's layout builder; not a lot of customization at a first glance, but I've seen wildly different websites all using it as a base, plus it works using CSS Flexbox, so it generates a responsive layout!

(basically, a responsive layout is one that translates well in different sized screens)

https://www.tumblr.com/fysa/728086939730919424/wikitable-code?source=share

Tumblr user fysa made this layout imitating a wiki page!

https://brackets.io/

At some point, you might want to do things outside the Neocities code editor and get one outside the site. I recommend Brackets, because my old as fuck computer can run that and absolutely nothing else apparently, and it works wonderfully! Though I recommend either turning off the code autocomplete or using it after a good while of already using the Neocities code editor, so you get used to coding on your own.

http://www.unit-conversion.info/texttools/text-to-html/

Turn your text into HTML code! i use this kind of pages for my lengthy blog entries that I don't feel like formatting myself.

https://imagecompressor.com/

COMPRESS YOUR IMAGES.

The heavier an image is, the more your site weighs and the more time your page will spend loading. You don't want that, specially if your site is heavy on graphics. This might help!

https://solaria.neocities.org/guides

Some CSS, JavaScript and Accessibility guides! Worth checking out!

https://eloquentjavascript.net/

This is a free, interactive book for learning JavaScript! NOTE: It is very intuitive, but JavaScript is HARD!! I still haven't learned much of it, and my website does fine without so don't worry if you end up not doing much with it. It's still useful + the exercises are fun.

And now, accessories!

• Silly stuff for your page :]

https://gifypet.neocities.org/

Make a virtual pet, copy the code and paste it in your HTML file! You'll get a little guy in your webbed site :]

https://www.wikplayer.com/

Music player for your website!

http://www.mf2fm.com/rv/

JavaScript silly effects for your site :]

https://blinkies.neocities.org/geoblinkies

Blinkie search engine!

https://www.cbox.ws/

Add a chatbox to your site!!

https://momg.neocities.org/

Infinite gallery of gifs. i've spent hours in there looking at moving pictures and out of them all, the ONLY gif i actually ended up using on my site was a rotating tomato slice. it is still there. trapped.

https://wrender.neocities.org/tarotinstructions

A widget that gives you a random tarot card!

https://www.websudoku.com/widget.php

Sudoku widget!

That's about it for now! I don't know how to end this!!! Remember to have fun and google everything you don't know :]

[dropitpunk]

when a vampire becomes obsessed with you

male vampire oc x gn reader, hypnosis, blood mentions, he really is obsessed.

he first saw you as a bat, peeking through your window when you were fast asleep and illuminated by the moonlight.

even though your face was just a shadow, he kept staring. over and over, and over. he forgot the reason for his outing was feeding and simply admired your form until his stomach was aching again.

he could taste your blood on his tongue, feel the warmth of it burning his throat, filling his long dead being with your life.

he felt the urge to bang against your window to wake you from your slumber and see your face clearly, to see every vein on your arms, your chest your neck. to hear your heartbeat speeding up, your blood flowing in the river of your mortality.

the vampire craved more, he wanted to know you.

he kept coming back every night, watching you sleep, observing the rise and fall of your chest as your eyes seemed to never open. he wished to build you a casket, to secure you in the same darkness that surrounded him.

you were not so different from him, no less lonely. however, your humanity was undeniable, and everything that made you human was so vivid he felt impotent.

but he could use your humanity for himself.

one night, it poured rain as it never did, the only light keeping your company was the one coming from the fireplace and the few candles scattered around, making it possible for you to discern the words in your book.

you heard three knocks in your window, and you thought you were hallucinating. maybe your imagination was trying to bring your book into reality, playing games on you. but then you heard again, the same three knocks.

your face fell in surprise when you opened the door, gasping in shock as a man stood in front of you. dripping from head to toe, holding his right shoulder with his left hand. his shirt was full of blood, thick and recognizable among the water.

"what happened to you?" you were stuck in place, debating on whether to try contacting a doctor or rushing the man inside.

"i fell in the streets, trying to escape the rain. i hurt my shoulder in a tree, my sight was too blurry in this weather." his voice was melodic and deep, although weakened by his injury. his eyes seemed to look into your soul, into the very core of you.

you couldn't quite make out the color at night, but you would swear his eyes were red. what a nonsense, you cursed yourself.

"please, come in. i fear the storm is getting worse." you would never deny help to anyone who needed it, it went against your principles and learning.

your first mistake, your compassion was infuriating.

he sat on your couch as you fetched supplies to treat his shoulder, touching the book you were previously holding. he smelled you all around him, engulfing him in your sweetness. your voice was perfect, you looked divine, as if the ugliness from the world was unable to stain your beauty.

"how odd, it looks like it's healing already." your smile was shy, as was your touch on his arm. he held his blouse down, looking into your eyes as you examined him. his skin was cold, which wasn't so surprising. it was raining heavy outside.

you could feel your face warm up, blood rushing to your cheeks. his hair was long and soft when it brushed against your fingertips, his lips were full and inviting. he was so close, you felt trapped in a trance.

his skin could be made of porcelain, he was beautiful and haunting.

"how have i longed to look at such perfection." he whispered, tracing your jaw with his long nails.

the vampire was aware of his effect on humans, you were no different. you didn't even question all the blood on his clothes. the victim who scratched his shoulder trying to escape their tragic death for sure left a mark, and would feel great disappointment at how easy you left him in.

your eyes were glazed over, you couldn't speak, his eyes were all you could see, scarlet red and shining under the fire.

it did not take long, the bloodsucking beast thought, putting you under his spell was like with any other mortal. you were his to control, his beautiful pure human.

he sat you down at his side, making your night clothing humid with his own wet trousers. he caressed your face, your heavy breath hitting his skin and making him shiver.

the vampire came closer, smelling you all over, pushing his nose into your hair, holding your body against his as you held no protest, accepting his affections with no reluctance.

"they all taste so bitter. so disposable." he held your hand, bringing it to his icy lips. "but i know you will be different, they are not worthy of the presence of someone like you."

he leaned in, admiring the veins in your neck, the way your hair was raised with goosebumps. "of someone who was not contaminated by mortality, yet is so full of it."

he licked around your ears, watching the way you trembled under his touch, completely paralyzed. "of someone who was touched by the gods, sinless."

the bite was hard and hungry, ripping at your neck with days and more days of adoration from afar. he wanted to empty you of your essence and fill you with his, consume your everything and leave you dry.

the taste was not comparable to anything, he could feel all your thoughts, your feelings and fears on his tongue. it was rich, gushing into his mouth and running down his chin.

at that night, he tainted your for the first time, taking you away from the dishonorable human world.

[evaslytherpuff]

Dark Secrets, Deeper Tongues

Slightly Dark!Ominis x f!OC (Reader's OC)

Characters are 18+!!! MDNI!!!

CW: Light stalking, Manipulation, Corruption Kink, Predator/Prey behavior, Dubious consent, Oral (f!receiving), Fingering, Some blood, Slight monster f***ing (PinV)

Plot: Ominis grows to have strong and possessive feelings for his close friend, OC. She's everything he could want and so much more. There is only one problem, and it's a big one, Ominis has a dark and disturbing secret. This side of him has been clawing its way to the surface, wanting to come out and play with OC, and Ominis is willing to do anything to make that happen.

I'll be using OC for this fic instead of MC. Because MC is a sexy sweetheart and...he's screwing Sebastian! Hehe.😜

Tagging: @myrachondria @ashisgreedy @abeltownshipslittlebitch

Ominis knew it was disapprovingly wrong, his heart pounding rapidly within his chest, as he followed closely behind the unsuspecting young woman. Her scent lingered in the hall and made his mouth water as he inhaled what remained of her sweet perfume. He stifled a groan at the thought of burying his face in her delicate neck, breathing in her sensual essence. Ominis' next step hit the ground a little too harshly, echoing in the long and almost empty hallway. She spun around towards his direction but he was already hidden from her view as he flattened himself against a wall around the corner.

"Hello? Is someone there?" Her lulling voice called out but Ominis chose to remain silent and hidden in the shadows until he heard her footsteps continue to move on towards her destination.

Ominis let out a soft sigh in relief and was glad he wasn't caught by the girl who made him ache for her. OC had become an obsession of his for the past few months and he tried so hard to fight these urges to follow her, be wherever she was, and claim her as his own. He always had a dark side, a part of himself that he desperately tried to hide out of shame. Lately this wicked aspect of himself kept rearing its ugly head and made Ominis feel like he was losing his mind if he didn't have her. He needed her, and he would make sure that he had her tonight, nothing would stop him or get in his way.

Ominis was surprisingly sneaky and had memorized the castle by heart, he knew exactly where she was heading and he decided to cut her off, pretending that their encounter was merely an accident. She slammed right into his chest with a shriek and stumbled backwards but Ominis was fast, poised and accurate, as he caught her in his arms.

"You freighted me! I didn't even hear you coming, Ominis." She giggled softly and huffed in relief as he helped her stand up straight again.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Are you alright?" He asked softly as he clutched his wand in one hand and still held her forearm with the other. He noticed that her heart was pounding and he couldn't take his eyes off her chest as it would rise and fall with every breath. As long as he held his beloved wand it helped him see in a completely different way. He saw auras around objects and structures but when it came to people and animals, he saw veins and arteries. OC's veins were just begging to be tapped by the fangs he fiercely tried to conceal.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I was just heading to the Room Of Requirement. MC said I could borrow his space to study and work on my potions. He's in the undercroft…with Sebastian." OC giggled and Ominis raised a brow at her until he finally caught on to what she had said.

"Oh...oh! You mean?" He smiled and trailed off.

"Yeah, together together. So I probably have a few hours to myself to get some work done." She laughed and Ominis could feel the fluttering in his stomach increase as a naughty idea crossed his mind and a voice whispered deep inside—now is your chance—and Ominis was willing to listen.

"OC? May I join you?" He asked kindly as he did his best to smile warmly at her. He didn't want to appear sinister but lately, that was exactly how he felt. He noticed that her heart began to beat even faster and she gasped softly.

"Of course, Ominis. You know I love your company." She looped her arm through his as they made their way to the Astronomy Tower. Oh, did he love hers as well. Increasingly she was all he could think about and he found it harder and harder to resist her and fight temptation. He finally decided to give up and allow himself some form of happiness. The question was, would she want him as badly as he desired her?

Ominis was in the Room Of Requirement alone with OC. She was sighing heavily at a potions station and Ominis was growing agitated while she grumbled about "ridiculous concoctions." They had been holed up in the spacious room together for what seemed like hours and all she wanted to do was study. This would have been fine if Ominis wasn't feeling so antsy. He wanted her to turn her attention to him, to come sit down on the couch beside him, he needed her closer and was thinking of all the different ways he could make that happen.

"You seem frustrated, OC. Why don't you come sit down and take a break? I think you need it." He said as he patted the seat next to him. Ominis was hoping—praying—that she would take the bait. His heart nearly dropped to his stomach as she did as he asked and moved to sit beside him. Her thigh was brushing his and the intoxicating smell of orange blossoms wafted over him. He had to stop himself from burying his nose in her hair and inhaling more of her sweet scent.

"You're right. I do need a moment to ease my nerves and frustration. This potion is really getting the better of me." She groaned as she leaned against the back of the sofa.

"Well, why don't we play a little game to help you unwind?" Ominis asked mischievously.

"What kind of game, Ominis?" She asked in pure curiosity. She was so amiable and innocent, so naive, and Ominis had the palpable urge to ruin her. He wanted to defile her and ravage her precious body while she screamed his name. His depraved thoughts grew louder and louder, blood already rushing to his groin, and he had to reposition himself on the couch to cover up the fact that he was slightly aroused.

"Truth or dare. Are you up for it?" He asked with a sly grin.

"Alright, I'm in. Ask me first." She said eagerly and sat up straight. His mind wandered to even darker scenarios and Ominis was surprisingly enjoying the idea of taking her innocence. Normally he would be sorely against situations like this but with her, she made him feel more animal than human, he felt like he didn't have control over himself and was running on savage instincts.

"Truth or dare?" He asked as he draped his arm around the back of the couch and leaned towards her. He heard her gulp loudly before answering him.

"Dare." She said then cleared her throat. She was obviously flustered by how close he was to her and it made him smile to himself.

"Okay, I dare you to take a few shots of MC's Firewhiskey." He pointed to the little bar he knew was positioned in the corner of the room.

"Fine, but only if you take a few with me." She said as she walked over to the shelf of alcohol and grabbed the bottle.

"Not really how the game goes but alright. I'll enjoy a drink with you." He chuckled as she sat back down next to him and set two shot glasses on the table in front of them. He reached over her, making sure to brush her fingers with his, as he took the Firewhiskey bottle and poured them their shots.

"I'll be honest. l've never had Firewhiskey. It's usually just Butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks." She said softly.

"You might like it. We will take our shots together, how about that?" He asked as he held up her glass and she gently took it from him.

"Okay, I like that idea." He could hear the smile in her voice as she handed him his shot.

"On the count of three. One. Two. Three." Ominis said, then tipped the small glass to his lips as she did the same. Poor OC started to cough and sputter as the drink poured down her throat. Ominis reached over to softly pat her back and comfort her although he couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"Are you okay, OC?" He asked with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm alright, it's just strong." She giggled as she gained her composure again and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

After a few shots together, the night was starting to get interesting. OC was more relaxed and clearly a little intoxicated as she had her stocking covered feet placed over Ominis' lap and her words slurred a smidge when she spoke.

"Okay okay. Your turn. Truth or dare?" She asked him.

"Dare. Let's see what you've got." He grinned over at her sitting at the other end of the couch.

"I dare you...to tell me your biggest secret."

She shifted in her seat to move closer to him again. This time she was kneeling beside him as she sat on her heels. He liked this position, he just wished that she was kneeling between his legs instead. He swallowed hard before letting out a drawn sigh.

"Are you absolutely sure that's what you want to know, OC?" His tone went from playful to stern in a heartbeat and he noticed how hers began to race again. It was as if he could hear the pounding of her pulse within his own ears.

"Yes. It's what I want to know, you have to complete the dare or I win." She chuckled as she awaited his answer. Here goes nothing, he thought.

"I'm—I'm part snake." He finally revealed his darkest secret to her and the room grew absolutely quiet. It stayed like this for a long moment before she finally spoke.

"No way, you're joking." She slid forward across the couch to sit closer to him. Her knees were now pressed against his thigh. He had to resist snatching her up or pinning her down on the plush couch.

"No, OC. I'm not. I wouldn't lie to you or tease you about this. I really am part snake." He said with a sigh. He knew it! He already had an idea of how she would react and he was right. She would never accept him for who he truly was. She couldn't ever be with someone, something, like him and it tore his heart to shreds. He clenched his jaw as he fought back tears and balled his hands into fists. Why couldn't someone accept him? That's all he truly wanted, to be loved.

"How is that even possible?" She asked softly.

"Well, when I was just a baby and all throughout my childhood, my parents tried to cure my blindness. What I never told anyone was…they were willing to do anything to supposedly "fix me." They ran experiments on me, injected me with what they thought were miracle cures, put me through hell all because I was born blind and they couldn't accept that. Whatever they did to me, it changed me, altered me somehow. My DNA was never the same again after their experimentation. I became a monster, something I was truly ashamed of. I've been hiding it ever since. Only Sebastian knows the truth and he is the only one. Until now." Ominis said solemnly as he twirled his wand in his hands nervously.

"Ominis. I'm so sorry they did that to you. You are not a monster. Please don't say things like that." She placed a hand on his shoulder and he scoffed.

"OC, you don't understand. It's more than just Parseltongue. That's a trait inherited from Salazar Slytherin. This, what I truly am, is completely different." He bit the inside of his cheek and shook his head.

"Then...show me." She said as her fingers brushed down his arm, making him shiver under her touch.

"That's not part of the game." He said as his voice grew deeper, more husky, while she sat so close beside him. Was she actually curious about this side of him? He started to feel a slight sliver of hope and thought that maybe tonight would end the way he wanted it to. Could she love him for who he truly was?

"Fine. We'll keep playing but I am not letting this subject go," She pointed at him and he watched the arteries move in her little finger. "I pick truth." She said with a little huff and Ominis couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright then, do you have feelings for anyone and is it someone I know?" He asked with a raised brow.

She hesitated before finally speaking. "Yes. I do have feelings for someone. Strong feelings. You do know him, very well too." She said quietly and surprisingly took another shot of Firewhiskey all on her own.

"Is it—is it Sebastian?" He asked and failed to hide the jealousy in his voice, realizing that he sort of raised it at her.

"Oh, good heavens no! He is like a brother to me. It's not MC either because he's in love with Seb. Which I think is really cute. You said certain things aren't part of the game. I don't have to tell you his name." He thought this slightly cocky side of her was so refreshing and ridiculously alluring. He was fighting everything within telling him to just pounce on her.

"You're right. I did say that." He laughed and shook his head.

"Your turn, truth or dare?" She poked his shoulder and giggled so he poked her back, pushing her against the length of the sofa. Now she was lying down again with her legs draped over his thighs.

"I choose dare, OC." He smiled at her and she hummed as she thought about what dare to give him. He already knew what she would ask and he was hoping for this. She truly was naive and precious and didn't even realize that she was walking into his trap. Again, he knew it was wrong, but he had to have her. There was no denying it anymore.

"I dare you to show me your snake side. I want to see what you look like." She said sternly.

"Fine. If that is what you wish. I'm warning you though, it may be disturbing. You will be the first girl to ever see me like this. Are you sure you're ready for that?" He asked but was already undoing his tie and removing it from his neck.

"Yes I'm sure. I want to see the truth. Please, Ominis." The tone in her voice, the level of her curiosity and how much they drank, had his head spinning. He nodded at her before standing up to remove his shirt. He slowly undid his buttons, making a meal of it, before pulling the remaining fabric from his trousers. He let the material slide down his arms and fall to the floor and she gasped. Why? He didn't even shift yet but she seemed shocked. Then he realized, this is the first time she has seen him without his shirt.

"What's the matter, OC?" He asked as he held back his grin.

"I've never seen you without a shirt. I—I won't lie to you. I'm—I'm a little flustered." She said and he took notice of her racing heart.

"Do you still want to see?" He said as he stepped closer to the couch, now standing over her. He loved that she appeared so small compared to him. It gave him a rush knowing that, if he really wanted to, he could easily overpower her.

"Yes—I still want to see." She said and the shy sweet girl was back again.

He took a deep breath and set his wand down on the table beside the empty bottle of firewhiskey. He allowed this forbidden side to take over, opening himself up to the thought of becoming one with this darkness that he harbored within himself. He felt the shift wash over him, like ripples of rolling waves moving under his skin. It was as if a massive snake was slithering through his body and he sighed in relief once the transformation was complete. He slowly opened his eyes and adjusted to the world around him, trying to get used to the infrared vision he now possessed. He rolled his head on his shoulders and practically moaned when his canines elongated to the fangs that were aching to sink into delicate flesh. He looked down and ran his hands over rough skin that used to be soft and smooth. Then his eyes locked with hers.

She was breathing heavily with her hands clasped together over her chest. He had rendered her speechless.

"This is my secret, OC. The side of me that I have kept hidden for a very long time."

"Your eyes...and parts of your skin. Ominis this is—this is mind blowing. I can't believe this is even possible! Are—are you okay?" She asked with complete sincerity.

"Yeah, I'm okay. It just feels different. It's really good though. It feels like I've been locked in a trunk for ages and I've finally been set free." He chuckled.

"May I-may I touch you?" She asked and her inquisitiveness made him smirk.

"You want to touch me, OC?" He asked a little too flirtatiously but she didn't seem to care or notice. She nodded as she sat up on the couch and hesitated as she brought her hand up towards his body but finally brushed his hip with her fingertips and he smiled down at her. She was slow and tender, just brushing his skin with feather-like touches. Then, she became more sure of herself and started to run her palms up and down his torso then over his arms as she shook her head in bewilderment.

"You're scaly in some spots but then smooth and well, human, in others. Your eyes are slit like a snake but a pretty blue green color. The patches of snake skin match your irises. This is insane!" She laughed a little in shock over what she was seeing and feeling.

"If you think this is insane, you should see my tongue." He smirked down at her and her hands stilled on his stomach.

"Your—your tongue?" She stuttered and slowly pulled her hands away.

He lowered himself to his knees and sat in front of her, his face just inches from hers, as her breathing slowly began to increase. He nodded at her as he bit his bottom lip before opening his mouth to stick his tongue out at her. She gasped loudly and jumped back, flattening herself against the back of the couch.

"Ominis! Why is it— why is it so long?" She asked with a hint of fear in her voice.

"Comes with being part snake I guess." He playfully hissed at her and she let out a small scream while he laughed and held his stomach.

"Don't do that!" She scowled and smacked his arm but joined in on the laughter.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." He wiped a tear from his eye and moved to sit next to her on the sofa.

"So, what do you think?" He asked seriously. He needed to know. He had to make sure she wasn't terrified of him.

"I think—that you are intimidating but—this just makes you more fascinating to me. You're not like anyone else on this earth and I think that makes you special. I'm sorry your parents did this to you. I really am. I'll keep your secret and won't tell a soul. You can trust me." She said warmly and placed her hand on his thigh. He couldn't take it anymore and had enough teasing, it was now or never for the trap had already been set, she just had to fully walk into it.

"On to the next round. Truth or dare?" He asked with a smirk.

"Truth this time." She responded without taking her hand from his thigh.

"Am I the man you have feelings for, OC?" He asked as his leg tingled under her warm and delicate touch.

It took her a moment to answer and he could tell that she was chewing her lip but she finally turned to him and reached up to caress his cheek.

"Yes, you are." She answered softly and took his breath away. He couldn't believe it, she had feelings...for him. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to close the gap between them and press his lips to hers, but he held back and decided to continue playing.

"I pick truth, OC." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and moved closer to her.

"Do you—do you have a crush on someone?" She asked in a hopeful tone.

"Yes, I do. It's more than a crush though. I have strong feelings for this woman. Feelings that are so intense they sometimes pain me. She's sitting right beside me. It's you, OC. I want you."

She hitched in a breath and ran her hand down his thigh and he bit his lip to stop himself from moaning. The room grew quiet for a moment but he broke the silence, hoping the game would end the way he wanted it to.

"Truth or dare?" He asked as they moved closer, her shoulder touching his now and her face just inches from his.

"Dare." She said breathlessly.

"I dare you to let me kiss you wherever I want tonight." His breathing increased to match hers and his heart was beating frantically. Please say yes, he thought when she wouldn't move or answer him.

"Anywhere?" She asked and ran her thumb over his cheekbone, the pad of her little finger was so soft. He could smell the Firewhiskey still lingering on her breath and his other hand moved to grab her hip so he could hold her steady.

"Yes, anywhere. Answer me." He jokingly nipped at the air in front of them and she giggled.

"Okay. You can kiss me, Ominis." She responded and he could see the blush that flooded her cheeks. Her body heat was giving away her emotions and he wanted to kiss every inch of her that burned a deep red.

He didn't need to be told twice. He snatched her up by her waist and she gasped as he hoisted the hem of her skirt up a bit so she could straddle his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand resting on the small of her back and the other on the nape of her neck, as he pulled her in for a kiss.

Her lips were so luscious against his, so silky, while her mouth was warm and inviting. Ominis felt like the room was spinning around him and she was the only thing keeping him steady as his mouth moved over hers. He increased the intensity by entwining his tongue with hers until it began to slip down her throat. She moaned loudly into his mouth, not used to the sudden and deep intrusion, but she did her best to accommodate him and started sucking on the long muscle. He groaned and gripped the back of her head by latching onto her hair. They stayed like this as time passed by but he was craving more of the exquisite beauty writhing on his lap. He retracted his tongue from her mouth which left her panting and trying to catch her breath as she held onto his shoulders.

He didn't want to stop, not now, so he pulled her in and brought his mouth to her delicate neck to kiss the soft and thin skin. Her scent washed over him as he buried his face against her and growled as he sucked on her throat. He was sure he left marks and was proud of this, now everyone would see that she was his, but he needed to claim her completely. In his eyes, kissing her wasn't enough, he desperately needed more of her. He trailed his lips from her jaw down to her collarbone as he moved his hands to grip the front of her top.

"Ominis...please." She softly begged so he ripped open her blouse, exposing her corset and camisole. Too many layers, he thought. He needed more of her, more skin to grab and caress, more of her body to explore. If he could burn away her clothes without hurting her, he would.

"I want—I want to keep playing with you." She said between heavy breaths. He smiled wickedly at her as he pulled her top down her slender arms and tossed it to the floor.

"Then play, Darling." He whispered against her chest before gripping the nape of her neck to tilt her head back and lick along the front of her throat up to her chin. She shivered over him and it gave him such a rush as he licked along her neck once more.

"Truth or dare." She said with a whimper when he thrust his hips up to feel the heat radiating from between her legs. Even through her clothes, he could easily tell she was a wet mess. Ominis knew that her knickers had to be ruined and he adored that he had such a palpable effect on her.

"Truth, OC." He groaned softly as she began to gently grind down on his concealed arousal and his head fell back against the couch.

"Do you—do you have—dirty fantasies about me?" She asked sensually then gasped as he grabbed her hips and brought his clothed cock up to meet her sex.

"All the fucking time." His chest heaved up and down as they rocked against each other. "Some-are more innocent than others. Tonight they are far from pure. I want you to come undone. I need you to beg for more, to scream my name, while I pound into your delicate little cunt." He growled and pulled her in to lick and suck on her neck again. "I want to sink my fangs into your flesh as you cry out in ecstasy." He snarled against her damp skin.

Her moans grew louder and she tossed her head back to allow him more access to her vulnerable throat. "That's what—you want to do to me?" The pitch of her voice was growing higher with every thrust. She was losing it and Ominis was reveling in how desirous she was becoming for him.

"That's just the beginning. I want to ravage you! Turn you into this needy, quivering, mess that is just begging for her holes to be fucked by me and only me. I want to make you mine and mine alone. If any other man would try to have you, he will have to go through me first and trust me, OC. I can be pretty dangerous if need be. For you, I would do anything." He wrapped his arms around her waist and she buried her face in his neck to hide her expression.

"Omi, that's so—so filthy. I've never seen this side of you. Even out of your snakelike form." She stilled her hips and he held her tightly to his body.

"Never had the chance to but now…it's all I can think about. Keep going. Truth or dare, OC?" He said as he tried to steady his racing heart.

"I choose...dare." She said as her breaths fanned against his skin.

"I dare you to hide anywhere in MC's rooms, and if I can find you in under five minutes, I get to have my way with you however I want. I can do anything I please. All night." He wasn't playing games anymore, it was all or nothing, and he was hoping she would give in.

"That's asking a lot, Ominis. I'm—I'm not sure." She hesitated as she rested her head on his chest, her breathing was back to normal but he could still feel the heat between her lovely legs.

"You can say no, but then I will win this game. If you say yes and I don't find you, you win. You've been so naughty tonight. Why stop now?" He whispered in her ear before kissing the top of her head as his hand slipped under her skirt to rub her thigh through her underwear. She shivered against him and whimpered as she tried to hide her face.

"Whatever happens in this room between the two of us will remain between you and I. You can trust me, OC. He tried his best to soothe and convince her that they both needed this night.

"O—okay. I'll hide. Then you can try to find me." She deftly kissed his neck and he smiled up at the ceiling feeling like he had already won.

"You have time to hide. I'll give you five minutes. Then five to try and find you." He said as she moved off his lap to stand up and start looking for the perfect spot.

The poor girl didn't realize that he now had the advantage in this form. It would be so easy to pick up on her heat signature and find her no matter where she chose to hide. Ominis gave OC her time, relaxing on the sofa and envisioning what he will do to her when he finds her. His mind felt so dark right now but he was too far gone to care and enjoyed bathing in the shadows of his twisted desires. He longed for her, he wanted her tremendously, and tonight all his dreams were coming true.

Five minutes passed by quickly and Ominis began his hunt for his precious lover. He tracked her down by scent and sound, listening for the telltale signs of her beating heart. He held his wand in his hand and it almost felt like cheating.

Not only did he have infrared vision when he allowed this side of himself to come out and play but he could still see veins and arteries while he clutched his wand. It was like a best friend to him, a beloved sibling if you will, that would guide his way throughout life. With his wand, and in his snakelike embodiment, he was a force to be reckoned with and could easily find his demur prey.

He entered one of MC's potion rooms and grinned to himself. She was a clever young woman but not clever enough. She used the scents and sounds of the energetic room to cover her presence but Ominis was far more cunning than she was.

"I can't wait to get my hands on you. You know, I have this insatiable desire to sink my fangs into your lovely flesh, OC but I have to stop myself. My parents experimented on me, you know this, what you didn't know is that my bite is venomous and connected to my magic. I bit Sebastian once, by accident of course, and do you know what happened?" He heard a faint gasp come from one of the potion cabinets and picked up on her body heat. A wicked smile spread across his face as he crept closer to her hiding place.

"He grew perfectly still, collapsed to the floor and didn't move, but he could still feel everything. I sort of paralyzed him, OC and he couldn't fight back but he could feel all the pain I dealt him. We were fighting and I don't even remember why but I shifted and attacked him. It's what I wanted my magic and venom to do to him. To leave him powerless while we fought. It didn't last long and he was back to normal without any problems although he sported quite a few bruises and a black eye. To this day, he thinks I should use this gift. Do you think I should, OC? Should I bite you and leave you motionless while I enjoy all your beautiful body has to offer? Let you feel everything I do to you but you can't fight back?" He teased as he stood in front of the wooden doors that kept her from him.

"Let's find out!" He ripped the cabinet open and snatched her up while she screamed and flailed. Ominis flung her over his shoulder with all his newfound strength and carried her to a nearby room. It shifted and rearranged itself to an elaborate bedroom which was exactly what he needed while she kicked and struggled against him.

"Wait! Slow down, Ominis!" She shouted as he tossed her onto the four post bed and she tried to scramble away from him. He swiftly pounced on her and tore at the clasps of her skirt before pulling it off of her body. This left her in her drawers, stockings and garter, corset, and camisole. This was still too much. He needed her bare, exposed, completely vulnerable for what he had planned for her.

"That wasn't part of the game, Love. I won fair and square and now I want my prize! You agreed to anything I want and I want this. I want us!" He growled as he ripped open her corset, the metal clasps flying across the room and clattered to the floor. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the soft mattress, as he brought his lips down to take hers.

He devoured her muffled protests as his tongue delved into her mouth once more. He felt like he was running on pure adrenaline, high on how powerful he was in his shifted form. His hands snaked over her body until he met the stiff peaks of her breasts. He groaned against her lips as he pinched and toyed with her nipples. She shoved at his shoulders so he pulled back from the kiss and rose to his knees on the bed as he looked down at her. Her heat signature seemed to be on fire and he loved that she was trying her best to cover it up. He was affecting her as much as she was affecting him and he would make her see that they were meant to be together.

"Take off the rest of your clothes but leave the stockings." He hissed as she hesitated.

"Ominis, you're kind of scaring me right now! Please. Give me a moment to wrap my head around this." She sat up and moved further away from him.

"OC, at this very moment, I feel like I'm losing control but please. Please trust me." He wrapped his fingers around her calf and rubbed the smooth material of her stockings a little and felt her relax under his tender touch.

She shifted to remove her cami and let it fall to the floor then she lifted her hips slightly to pull on the waistband of her underwear and tugged them off as well.

Ominis wanted to shout in victory knowing that she was naked for him now. His stiff cock twitched within his pants over the thought of her bare body. She brought her knees up to her chest as he stood up to remove his trousers and underwear as well, tossing them to the other side of the room. After taking off his socks, he climbed back onto the bed with the woman he fantasized about daily. He sat in front of her and lifted her chin to look at him directly.

"You don't need to be shy, OC. Let me take care of you tonight. I want this to be a night to remember." He said softly as he ran his thumb along her bottom lip. She nodded against his fingers and that was all the approval he needed.

"Lie down, spread your legs for me." He whispered as he released her face. She did as she was told and rested her head against the plush pillows. Ominis moved to lay over her, feeling her flushed heat radiating from her lovely figure. Their bodies were barely touching but he could already feel her trembling beneath him. Was she scared? Excited and nervous about what he would do next? He didn't know. His only thought was to take her, make her his forever, show her how much he loves her by pleasing her magnificent body.

Ominis leaned in, balancing himself up on his elbows, bringing his lips to her jaw. A sensual hiss escaped his lips as he trailed them down to her neck...but it wasn't English. He spoke Parseltongue and she gasped as he felt her shiver beneath his powerful frame. Her breathing increased again and he could actually hear her heartbeat pick up. He smirked against her skin and decided to push her even further. He spoke again, this time his tongue flicking out to tickle her neck. She arched up a little which made him smile even more.

"Do you like when I speak Parseltongue, Darling?" He asked in the dark language again.

"I—I don't know what you're saying but—keep going." She whispered and her hands came up to caress his chest. They were so hot against his skin and he sighed happily as she explored his body. Her palms were all over him yet kept stopping when she got too close to his pelvis as if she was afraid to touch him below the waist.

"The things I want to do to you. I need to taste you, OC. I need my tongue buried deep inside you." He enjoyed teasing her with the hisses and sighs that spilled from his lips as he grinned down at her.

"You're so intimidating like this. My heart is pounding right now." She whimpered and turned her face away from him.

"No, don't look away. Trust me, Love. Tonight you're mine and I'm going to enjoy ravaging this beautiful body of yours." He said, this time with more venom in the forbidden language, as he gently cupped her face and made her look up at him again.

Ominis brushed her lips with his before he started to kiss down her jaw and stopped at her tantalizing throat. He sucked and lapped at the soft skin for a moment before moving down to her chest. He stuck his tongue out fully and wrapped the tip around one of her nipples. He used one hand to pinch the other tip between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand was placed on her shoulder to hold her down as he laid between her soft legs. His cock twitched against the sheets as she arched her back against his mouth and busy fingers. He moved to give the other breast the same attention and she moaned softly while she writhed against him.

"Ominis..." She whimpered as she moved her hands to tangle them in his hair and hold his head to her chest while he showered her breasts with loving attention. He could stay there forever if she allowed him and he growled as he nipped at her stiff peaks. She yelped when his teeth grazed her skin and he chuckled against her stomach as he worked his way down to kiss her hips.

"So sensitive. I love the way your body trembles under my fingertips and my mouth." He licked along her hip then blew on the wet trail he left behind. He continued from hip to hip as she moaned loudly and passionately said his name. She was panting and wiggling her pelvis so he grabbed her hips and gripped her body tightly, holding her in place so he could leave hickies below her hip bones. She cried out and struggled against his hold but he was too strong and determined to leave all the marks he could on her beautiful body. Her roommates would know, the school would know, that she was his and only his and he was the one to please her.

"Ominis I—I've never. I've never been—with anyone." She said softly as she covered her face with her hands.

"Wait, you're a—you're a virgin?" He asked as he shifted a little lower to rest his head on the inside of her thigh.

"Yes is—is that bad?" He could hear the worry laced into her voice but he smiled widely against her sensitive skin.

"No, that's perfect. You're perfect, OC. I'll make tonight special for you, I promise." He kissed her thigh and gently ran his hand down her leg to place it over his shoulder. He turned his head to kiss and nip at her other thigh and place that leg over his shoulder as well. Now his head was between her supple limbs and the scent of her arousal washed over him as he placed kisses where her thighs met her damp sex. He sighed against her and she quivered below him. He wrapped his arms around her legs and placed his palms on the front of her thighs to keep a strong hold on her.

"Omi, please..." She was begging, but for what he didn't know, all he could comprehend at the moment was how badly he needed to taste her, to savor her juices on his tongue. It felt like he was in a dream and if he didn't continue then he would wake up and she wouldn't be here in his arms. Maybe it was all the shots they took but everything just felt so surreal to him as she whispered his name.

"OC, I need more. I need more of you. Spread your legs a little wider, Darling." She did as she was told and her heat signature was absolutely flaring. His eyes fell on her clit and he licked his lips, salivating at the thought of pleasing her dripping cunt with his mouth.

"Ominis. Be gentle." She reached down to run her fingers through his hair and he smiled at her.

He would try but he felt more and more animalistic by the second. He nodded up at her then brought his mouth down to kiss her sex. She cried out at the first contact and arched her back, making him more eager to satisfy her.

"Relax, Sweetheart. I've got you." He brushed her thigh with his fingertips to soothe her. She pet his head once again before he kissed her little bundle of nerves, making her moan loudly. He took his time with his actions as he licked and sucked on her delicate folds. He was ecstatic feeling her writhe and jerk against his seeking tongue and lips. She was crying out his name as she gripped fistfulls of his disheveled hair so Ominis decided to step things up a notch. He lapped and kissed her dripping entrance before breaching her core with his tongue.

"Oh! Omi! Don't stop!" Her heels were digging into his back as he fucked her with his long tongue, making sure to hit her sweet spot with every lick and thrust, OC was trying to close her thighs around his head but he held her tightly in place. His growls and groans echoed throughout the room as his hand snaked down her leg to reach her aching heat. His cock pulsed against the bedsheets, dripping onto the soft material, as he inserted one of his fingers.

"Ominis! Oh fuck! This feels—it feels so good! She cried and thrust her hips against his face. One hand held her firmly against the bed while the other worked his finger in and out of her core paired with his tongue. Her taste was exquisite and he needed to push her closer and closer to her building orgasm. He was truly enjoying watching her come undone, the shy girl who usually kept to herself, now became a wanton little mess in the palm of his hand. The sheets were now soaked from him devouring her sweet and dripping cunt. He was laying in a small puddle of his own due to grinding his cock against the mattress.

Her moans and pants became more and more frantic and Ominis knew she was close, he could feel it against his tongue and pulsing finger so he decided to add another one and spread her open so he could bury his tongue further inside her.

She wailed as the long muscle bottomed out in her throbbing core. His nose was pressed against her clit and he thrust his fingers even harder and faster in her soaked slit.

"Ominis! I'm—I'm close!" She cried and both of her hands flew to press down on his head. Yes!Come for me, come on my tongue, let me taste your pleasure! He thought as the tip of his tongue pressed strongly against her sweet spot.

Her core swiftly clamped down around his fingers and tongue as her orgasm tore through her trembling body. Ominis moaned when the taste of her climax washed over his tongue and his eyes slid shut in pure bliss. He slowly withdrew his fingers followed by his tongue only when her body ceased quivering. He rested his head on her thigh and they both shared a moment to catch their breath. Ominis then took notice of her body heat starting to cool down and saw that as a signal to keep going. He slowly maneuvered himself to crawl over her, prowling like a hungry beast.

"Ominis...your eyes. They're—they're almost glowing." She whispered as he wiped her slick from his mouth and chin. He smirked down at her when they were lying face to face, his body hovering above her's.

"This is what you do to me. You drive me insane, you make me crave you, OC." He placed his lips on her neck and gently tugged at her pulse with his lips. She wrapped her arms around him as he pressed his body down on top of her delicate figure. She gasped when the head of his cock gently brushed against her folds. He hissed in a breath at the warm contact and pressed his forehead against her's.

"You're ready. I know you are. I made sure that you are properly prepared for me. You can take it, My Love." He said as he placed a single kiss on her head then moved to slant his mouth over her plump and inviting lips. He wedged his hips between her legs and she groaned into his mouth as the tip of his erection breached her entrance.

"That's it, Sweetheart. Relax and let me in." He nuzzled her neck and sank deeper inside her wet core. Her nails dug into his back as she whimpered and arched beneath his flushed frame. He pressed his weight on her and caged her in place with his arms as his lips moved to tickle her sensitive throat. Ominis plunged further and further in OC's tight channel.

"Omi, it—it hurts." She shivered as he deftly kissed her temple.

"It will—It will at first, Darling. Breathe and relax with me. You're so nervous." He whispered against her cheek before placing delicate kisses all along her face then moving to her jaw and neck once again.

"I can make you feel good. My fangs ache, OC. Let me sink them into this supple flesh. Please." He let his words ghost over her damp skin and she stiffened.

"Ominis...no. I'm—I'm not ready for that. Please." She softly begged but his mind was already in a haze at the thought of biting her delectable skin.

"I want you to feel pleasure. It won't hurt. It won't! I need you to feel good. Please, OC. Let me bite you. My fangs are throbbing. The pressure is too much. Please!" He pleaded against her throat and she swallowed hard.

"Omi. I—I don't know. Your bite will paralyze me." He felt a tear fall down her temple and splash on his face.

"No. No! You'll feel what my magic wants you to feel. I want you to need me, OC. I'm begging." His fangs brushed her neck and she yelped and jumped to the best of her ability under his weight.

"Ominis. I—I don't know. I don't..." Her words were cut off by her groan as his fangs sank into her skin. He could literally see his venom working its way through her veins as she grew limp beneath him. Her head lolled to the side as he bit down harder on her tender tissue. He snarled against her as the metallic tang of her blood hit his tongue.

"Ominis!" She cried as he bottomed out inside her sweet sex. He removed his fangs from her beautiful body with a deep sigh as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into her throbbing core.

"Oh fuck, OC!" He shouted as she thrust her hips up to meet his, losing all inhibitions.

"Make love to me, Ominis. It—it doesn't hurt anymore." She said as she placed a kiss on both of his cheeks. He couldn't believe how quickly his venom was working but he wasn't going to let this moment slip away.

"I'll give you whatever you want. I'm yours." He whimpered as he pulled out as far as he could before plunging back into her heat. She tossed her head back and mewled softly in his ear. They held each other so tightly as he picked up his pace and began to thrust harder and faster making her moan his name.

"Ominis! You feel so amazing." She purred as she moved to cup his face in her soft hands. He couldn't help but shed a tear over the sheer amount of love they were sharing with one another. He knew his venom was a part of it but he couldn't help but feel overjoyed over the intimacy they were creating. Her head thrashed against the pillows as he began to pound deep inside her precious cunt, their breathing becoming in sync with each other.

"More, I'm close, Ominis!" She moaned loudly as her legs wrapped around him tightly and her nails dug deep into his shoulders. He was eager to give her exactly what she wanted as his hips drove into her again and again. Their pants filled the room as he continued to thoroughly love her dripping core and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

With one harsh thrust she screamed his name in pleasure as she gripped down on his throbbing cock in heavy waves. He wasn't done with her just yet and continued to piston his pelvis harder and harder within her cunt. She was an absolute wreck as she mumbled and clutched him close to her body. He could feel the warmth in his stomach continue to grow and spread further down his body. The tension in his groin was building with every thrust of his length inside her aching sex.

He gave one final thrust as he spilled his seed deep inside her, claiming her for his own. His holler echoed throughout the room as the tendons in his neck grew taut from the strain of his orgasm. He gasped harshly as his body collapsed to lay over hers. She held him close to her as she cradled his head against her chest. He listened to her rapid heartbeat pounding against her rib cage as she ran her fingers through his damp hair.

"You were right, your bite didn't hurt, it actually made me feel...safe." She said softly then kissed the top of his head.

"I didn't want you to feel pain. I wanted you to feel comfortable with me. I couldn't help it. I'm sorry I bit you. The ache was just too much. Are you mad at me now?" He asked as he pulled out and groaned at the loss of her wonderful warmth.

"No, I don't want you to feel pain either. If your fangs are hurting you, my neck is here for the taking, you should be able to feel safe and comfortable as well, Ominis. Let me be that for you, let me be the one you can truly be yourself with. I—| love you, Ominis Gaunt. I always have." They shifted so she could curl up next to him and wrap her legs and arms around his body. He pulled her in as close as he possibly could and tilted her face up to look at him.

"I love you too, OC. You're mine now, do you understand?" He asked as he gently kissed her lips.

"I don't want to be with anyone else but you. You have my heart." She kissed him passionately before yawning and nestling her head in the crook of his neck.

Ominis felt his eyes getting heavy as he smiled from ear to ear. Tonight was the perfect night and he was so thankful to call OC his. He didn't have to hold back or hide who he truly was with her anymore and it felt magnificent. The woman he loved more than anything in the world, the one he coveted above all others, was sleeping soundly within his arms and he couldn't be happier.

[sunshineandspencer]

Glorified Assistant (Iridescent, Part 2)

A/N: This is more for Maeve and Spencer!! And honestly I hate writing enemies to lovers, I believe in makeout on sight, so enjoy me trying to make a believable hatred.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!OC.

Summary: She’s been given paid leave to basically be Spencer’s assistant, and it almost isn’t worth it.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: swearing, spencer is an ass™

Parts: Pt1, Pt3

Let me stress, this is not Maeve from the show, but my own Maeve just named the same to send Spencer into hell whenever he thinks about it.

Here is more of Maeve and Spencer.

Maeve thought she was home and free.

She hadn’t been fired (score!), and now Spencer was going away for his mandated thirty days off. Apparently he was doing some teaching at the local college, good for him, it also means they won’t have to interact and hopefully he gets his head out of his ass so that she doesn’t cry when they work together.

They’d left on a particularly sore note, considering that she’d been the one to drive him home and he made it very clear how much he hated the entire interaction.

Of course, he didn’t say a word, struggling to fit into her little, gorgeous dark blue mini and then clenching white-knuckled to his knees for the entire journey. He, actually, didn’t say a thing until he got out of the car, slamming the door shut and turning to scowl at her.

“You’re a fucking maniac. Take some more damn lessons.”

As he stormed off into his apartment, annoyingly only five minutes from her own building, she grumbled under her breath. She’d only grazed maybe one curb, and that wasn’t even her fault, it jumped out at her.

Whatever, she’d been able to sleep easy knowing that she wouldn’t have to see him for several more weeks, giving her time to prepare.

…

Until she was woken by her phone ringing at 5am, answering it blindly because she’s used to work calling her at stupid hours. It was her boss.. however, she was asked to take thirty days of paid leave - which she’s surprised the Bureau can even afford - to be the one to take Spencer too and from the college and just kind of shepherd him around for whatever he needed.

Apparently his car, old and vintage as it was, had been idle for too long and wouldn’t start. Since Spencer can’t be bothered to sort it out, and Maeve lives closest, and she’s his partner, obviously this falls to her to deal with.

Maeve, forever a pushover and unable to say no to any figure of authority, agreed and practically threw her phone across the room when she was done.

Understandably, she didn’t get any more sleep, getting ready for the day with the only solace that he looks like an idiot in her car. Making them both a coffee and putting them into her reusable travel cups, trying not to listen to the little voice telling her to drive into a wall.

After about ten minutes of calling him and getting no answer, she gets out of her illegally parked car and storms up. Although it’s really hard to storm anywhere in an elevator.

Hammering on his door, it took all of two seconds before it flew open and he barged past her, causing her to scowl over at him.

“Damn! Watch it! What’s your problem today?”

He barely looked at her, locking the door behind her as he struggled with a bunch of papers in his hands. A harsh frown on his face that matched his equally-pissed voice.

“Fucking coffee machine broke.”

“I got you one already, Christ..” Sucking in a breath and following after him as he goes for the stairs, thankfully he only lives on the third floor. “What’s with the papers?”

Spencer went ahead of her on the stairs, and she found herself rushing after him and his stupidly long legs. Cursing him with all the colourful words that she knows on her way after him.

“Car insurance, I’m driving today.”

Insurance? He got insured on her car without telling her? All to avoid her driving. This man is a level of petty that teenage girls aspire to be, and she has to resist the urge to pout as she trailed out of the building after him.

“But why? My driving wasn’t--”

“Stop asking so many questions and get in your little clown car.”

Quietly fuming, she didn’t even thank him as he held open the passenger door for her, sliding into the seat and picking up her coffee. Drinking it and trying to squash the thoughts of throttling him.

As he gets into the driver seat and immediately starts rearranging everything, her mirrors, seat, radio, she wonders just how long it would take for someone to realise that he’s missing.

Before he even drove off, gripping the wheel far too hard for her liking, he spoke lowly and glared ahead. As if he was stopping himself from glaring at her.

“Don’t come up to my apartment again. I will come to you. I expect you to be ready by six thirty, and since you have a working machine, you can make the coffees.”

“.. just drive already.”

She’s going to kill him by the end of this.

Considering she got paid to leave to, essentially, be Spencer’s glorified assistant, she decided to make the most of it.

Plus, annoyingly, his lectures are actually pretty interesting - as much as she tried to stop giving a shit. Between running to get him more coffees, again assistant, and handing out things to the students, she gets to sit and just listen to him talk about whatever content he chooses.

Psychopaths, mainly, their brains and behaviours, which she enjoyed immensely when she studied psychology and criminology. Damn, but.. he’s really good to listen to.

By the third lecture of the day, she was sat at the desk to the side of the platform, usually reserved for teaching assistants, scribbling in a pretty lilac notebook she bought from the student store. Taking actual notes for his lecture, thoroughly enjoying the content of the lecture and not the fact that it’s Spencer.

Spencer had noticed, immediately, of course, and hated it. 

He doesn’t know what she’s hoping to achieve, or prove, because it definitely isn’t impressing him, and he can’t fathom the idea that she’s doing the work to just do the work. Why would she, after he’s purposely been an ass to her purely for existing.

There’s no way she’s actually just paying attention.

So, to test her, for his own morbid curiosity and the need to try and embarrass her in front of all these people, he decided it would be fun to throw random questions to her. Not even related to the topic he was covering. To him, she doesn’t seem like the kind of person to handle stress well.

As he proposed hypothetical questions to the students, he turned to Maeve with a grin on his face, which she finds much more unnerving than a scowl. Hands clapping together as he brought all the attention onto her.

“And for my.. assistant.” Oh, yeah, she absolutely hates that, even more than his smug little grin. “What are the disadvantages of Mary Ainsworth’s study when examining infant attachment?”

Now it was time for her own smug little grin to settle on her lips, which he certainly didn’t like the implications of.

It was clear that he hadn’t expected her to know the answer, or even have enough of a knowledge base to even remotely know what he was talking about. Thankfully she had always been a pushover, and when her friends begged for her to sit in on their presentations in college, she learnt a lot. Especially the ones who presented developmental psychology.

Also, a few times she opted to speak in front of lectures purely because she felt bad for the lecturers when no one would volunteer, which meant she was quickly forced to grow out of her fear of public speaking. Leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms, getting comfortable.

“Mary Ainsworth was American. And she made an American based model, off American children and families, testing it solely in America. It cannot be generalised to other countries.”

“But-”

He tried to cut her off, but she wasn’t done yet. That wasn’t nearly enough to feel like she’d finally won something between them.

“And. When it was, by Kroonenberg and Ijzendoorn, it was proven to have terrible generalisation. Because other cultures and countries have very different ways of rearing children that don’t fit her American guidelines.”

Spencer looked like he wanted to vault the desk and strangle her, and if it weren’t for the crowd of whispering students, he probably would’ve done. Giving him a soft smile, which only he knew was completely fake, she picked her pen back up and tapped her notebook.

“If that’s all, Doctor Reid, I was enjoying your lecture on psychopathic brains.”

And as she looks back down, he has to force himself to continue lecturing to curb the rumours he can hear being created by suddenly-dejected female students. Trying not to sigh at the knowledge that people are going to think they’re sleeping together.

Throwing one last glare her way, not even needing his profiling to know that she so gets off on calling him ‘Doctor Reid’. The simultaneous irritation and begrudging admiration was making him dizzy, wanting nothing more to chuck something at her head.

Whatever, on the way home, he’ll take the longest route he knows to run her petrol down to nothing. Anything to get another mental tally on their growing rivalry.

Want more?! Good!

[bettyfrommars]

Ring of Fire

a biker!Steve au

Part 3: The Runaway

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18+Only, adult themes, mention of an abusive relationship, mention of cheating (not on reader), mention of violence, alcohol consumption, yearning, reader uses she/they pronouns, it's the late 90's, but also time doesn't really exist in Hawkeye. Platonic Stobin Forever, biker!Hopper, and biker!Eddie. Reader has very specific skills and backstory that verges on OC.

Word Count: 5.4k Playlist

A/N: I was going to call this a very self-indulgent chapter, but they all are, lmao. This is my love letter to biker Steve and my yearning to go to one of Hopper's barbecues with the rest of the gang. There will be a future wlw relationship for Robin with a woman worthy of her love, and we'll see more of Wayne in the next part. Trying to decide if I should give biker Eddie someone too, but for now, we have this. I love those of you who have decided to join me in this world, truly. Also, the playlist is a work in progress, and if you stumble upon a song that makes you think of biker Steve, or this story in general, please let me know!

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Groaning as he rolled over in bed to face the green numbers on his digital alarm clock, Steve felt a strange satisfaction at the fact that he hadn't tossed and turned all night.  Thumbing sleep from his eyes, he felt around the nightstand, and cursed under his breath to note that it was barely daybreak, and he was out of smokes. He knew the gas station would be open, and then immediately wondered if you would be there.

He tried to blink the thought away, desperate not to make thinking about you first thing in the morning a habit.  Habits like that were hard for him to break once things inevitably went to shit.

On his back, he stared at the ceiling, recalling bits of a dream that were still floating behind his eyes.  The images of the family he kept having were so vivid, he expected to roll over and hold the woman next to him and call her his wife, but that side of the bed had not been warm in years. He’d never had the urge to marry, and he certainly didn’t have any children.  But when he slept? It was as if he lived a double life. Tears built on his lash line at the memory of one of the young girls holding his leg and calling him daddy, it made him shoot up into a sitting position with a jolt.  

“Shake it off, Harrington,” he mumbled to himself.  

Hissing at a sudden sharp pain in his knee, he made his way to the kitchen in his polka dot boxers, scratching his head with a yawn.  Robin had been staying with him for a few months after her breakup, and it was the happiest he’d been in a while. There used to be dishes piled up in the sink, but now there was nothing but a single Chinese takeout container on the kitchen table and a pot on the stove with Velveeta cheese caked to the insides.  

He’d thought about getting a smaller place or another roommate, but the rent Eddie was charging him was dirt cheap, and he’d surprised himself with how much he liked taking care of the yard and the domesticity of it all.  He only wished he had someone to share it with.

The first thing he did was turn on the tiny 6-inch, countertop television near the toaster so that there could be some noise; the early morning silence was deafening, it made him uneasy.  The only thing showing on all four channels was the news, announcing more rain over the weekend.  One newscaster was talking about a rash of women disappearing around Hawkeye, but the murmuring was low, and he was busy searching around for the sustenance he needed to start his day.   

He used the French press that was already there when he moved in to make coffee, and when he opened the fridge to get the milk, there was your dish of lasagna.  Clear blue Pyrex dish staring him in the face, just one more reminder. 

It made him feel warm for a second, as if you were also in the house somewhere.  Like maybe you’d come around the corner and slip your arms around him from behind.  

He pulled back the tin foil cover to be reminded that there was only a slice left in the corner since he’d been eating it for practically every meal the past three days.  

He hadn’t set eyes on you in just as long, since the protection run with the Kings got pushed back a day and he had to cancel on his plans to pick you up and go for a ride.  

It was all for the best, really.  He wondered if it was too soon to show you what he had in mind.

But he promised he’d return the dish to you, and he needed cigarettes.

Was there a way to ask for your schedule without sounding like a stalker?

Eh, probably not.

The wall phone rang and he scratched his balls through his boxers on his way over to answer it.  He’d shaved down there just to see what it would look like, but the new growth itched like a motherfucker.  Even though it did make his dick look bigger, he’d decided to never get a sharp object so close to his sack ever again.  Unless, maybe, you were into that sort of thing.  

“Yeah? This ‘s Steve.”

It was Robin letting him know that she’d broken up with her live-in girlfriend yet again, and needed him to come and pick her up.

“You never should’ve gone and done that again, I told you,” he ran a rough hand down his face.

“I don’t need that from you right now,” she sniffed, speaking in a strained whisper.  Her voice was raspy, and she hiccupped to hold back a sob.  

This was the second time she’d tried to make things work with the newest one, Nicole or Nikelle or some shit.  They’d decided to move in together a week after they met, and the last few months had been emotional turmoil.  She hated her, she loved her, and then she hated her again.

Steve hoped that this time it stuck so that he could have his roommate back.  He got busy doing the dishes and cleaning up, whistling while he worked. 

“I’ll pull your sheets out of the closet,” he told her. “Be there to pick you up in twenty minutes.”

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“Your precious Steve is here,” Nic spat, pushing the curtain back to eye the truck pulling up to the curb.  “I suppose you told him this was all my fault?”

“I haven’t told him anything,” Robin sighed, frowning into her bag, shoving her last few belongings in.  “But I’m not the one who cheated again, am I?”

She swallowed, aching to explode, but not wanting to give her newly appointed ex the satisfaction of another tear or argument.

“Hey,” Nic took hold of her elbow, pinning her with an earnest look.  Her complexion was olive, her thick black hair buzzed short, and the bright green of her irises had a long track record of melting Robin into submission.  “You can’t hold that against me, you know I can’t help it.”

Robin scoffed, jerking out of her grasp .  “You know, I can’t believe I fell for that a second time.”

Steve was halfway up the sidewalk when Robin shuffled out of the door wearing a backpack, and carrying too big duffle bags that had clothes spilling out of the open zippers.  

“Get me out of here, “ she groaned, letting him take one of the bags from her to help.  

He caught Nic’s stare through the kitchen window and she flipped him off.  He mirrored the gesture with a wide, fake grin, hoping he’d never have to see her face again.  

Robin slid the blue Pyrex dish over while she scooted in to throw her stuff behind the seat in the extended cab.

“What’s this?” 

Steve got behind the wheel and gave a curious grunt as if he wasn’t sure.  “That’s, um, you remember when she brought the lasagna.”

Robin’s tired, puffy eyes lit up for a second.  “Interesting. You finally going to ask her out when you give it back?”

“Was thinking about it,” he put it in gear and peeled away, tires spitting gravel and dust.  He pushed the sleeves of his flannel up.  “There’s that party at Hopper’s place tonight.”

Robin sat ridgid, but her shoulders started to relax the further they got down the road. She rolled her eyes. “You’re going to invite her to a biker party as a first date? I’m sure you could do better.  What about that Italian place?”

He agreed with the sentiment, but to be completely honest, he was nervous as shit to be alone with you.  He didn’t get that way with everyone, but his heart fell out his ass with nerves every time he imagined what he’d say when he had you all to himself.  

“I guess it’s not a bad idea,” she shrugged.  “Casual, no pressure.  Better than getting stuck on an awkward, uptight dinner date.”

“I really want to take her to the old Danvers place.”

Robin twisted in her seat to stare at his profile.  “You sure she could handle that?”

“Dunno,” he got on the ramp to the freeway, rolling down his window as he went.  “But I think she’s got secrets too.”

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You stood behind the worn, yellowed countertop at work that morning selling smokes and gatorade and snacks for weary workers and travelers.  A woman brought a batch of fresh sandwiches wrapped in cellophane and chocolate chip cookies every day, and they always sold out fast, so you set a turkey on wheat aside for later.  

Earlier, you’d stood at the sink in your apartment with a razor in your hand, considering shaving all of the hair off of your head.  Once the moment passed, you just stared at the blade for a long while, turning it over in your hand, wondering about its other uses.

A group of teenagers on their high school lunch break came through buying chips and beef jerky and soda to the tune of The Plimsouls singing A Million Miles Away, and while you were busy counting the loose change they paid with, you didn’t look up when the bell over the door chimed.  

You were just closing the register after the last kid when your pyrex slid into view.

He thought about leaving it further down on the counter with a note for you to find later, but then he told himself to not act like a fourteen year old.  Would you like to go on a date with me? Please check yes or no.

He had his wayfarer sunglasses on, showcasing the simplicity of a white Hanes tee, fresh pack of cigarettes rolled up in his sleeve like an old-time greaser, and worn jeans with a hole in one knee. The rolled up sleeve revealed more of the tattoo on his bicep; it looked like traditional Sailor Jerry ink, but you couldn’t tell what.  He worked a piece of pink gum in his mouth, grinding it in his front teeth, but he didn’t say anything, he just moved the dish closer.

“Is this a robbery?” You adjusted your shirt, wondering if you looked okay.  

He cocked an eyebrow high and held it there.  “That’s right, put all the money in the dish and no one will get hurt.”

You gave a soft snort, tucking your chin to stifle a grin.

Pushing his sunglasses up into his hair to show that he had a clear sunburn line on his cheeks, he checked around the room as if it were illegal for the two of you to be talking.  Scratching his chest with the LOVE hand you noticed the motor oil stained in the creases of his knuckles.

“So, um, if you’re free tonight and you get bored or something, there’s a party, at a place out near the lake,” he paused, trying to gauge the blank expression on your face.  “I know the guy, he’s a friend of mine. Hopper, from the other night at the Blue Light.  There will be plenty of booze, he’s got a pool.  Burgers and shit.  Just a few friends but I dunno, it might be fun.”

He closed his eyes for a beat, worried he was talking way too fast.  He cupped his hands on the edge of the counter, exposing the muscles and veins on the underside of his forearms.  “Unless you have plans or something.  Thought I’d invite you cause you’re new in town and all, but if you’re busy, I get it.”

“I’m not busy,” you were quick to respond the second he gave you the chance. After he had to cancel the last time he wanted to take you somewhere, you wondered if he would ever try again.  A grandfatherly gentleman came through the door and you greeted him while he shuffled over to the coffee station.

 “Are you going?”

He made a fist and pounded the side of it lightly on the counter a few times.  “Yeah, I was thinking about stopping by to check it out.  If you want, you know, I could pick you up or something.”

Steve moved aside so that you could take the money for the older customer’s big styrofoam cup of cream and sugar coffee.

You put the quarters in the cash register with a metal clatter as you spoke.  “I think I might take my own car,” your eyes flicked to him and then down again.  “You know, just in case I hate it.”

“No, that's smart. I’lll take my own vehicle too, and then we can, you know, meet there.”

He heard how stupid the words were when they left his mouth, but it was too late.  He took the pack of reds out of his sleeve and squashed it open to pluck out a smoke to put between his lips.  

He didn’t light it, but he kept it pinned there, bobbing as he spoke. “You got a piece of paper?”

He took a pen from the collection at his elbow, and you ripped off a piece of cash register tape so that he could jot down the address to the place.

“It’s real easy.  Once you get to the end of the road, go left, and it will be about a mile down on your right.  Red mailbox, the house is tucked in the trees.” He straightened to look at what he’d written, and then bent down again to keep the pen going.  “This is my number just in case.”

The side of your mouth jerked up in a smile while you watched his profile.  “What time should I be there?”

He rolled the cigarette from one side of his mouth to the other and capped the pen.  “Whenever. Around 6 or 7 if you wanna eat, but I’m sure the party will go on until late.”

“You can bring a friend if you want,” he added, praying you didn’t show up with another dude.

“I don’t have any friends,” you kept your eyes on the paper as you pulled it toward you, chuckling softly.

“That’s not true,” he turned away as he said it.  “You’ve got me.”

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You thought you were lost at one point, winding through the old highway through the cornfields, but the second you found the fork in the road, you knew exactly where you were.  You hated that you’d spent almost two hours throwing clothes around your apartment trying to decide what to wear.

“He’s just some dude,” you mumbled to yourself, fixing your hair in the mirror.  “It’s nothing to get all nervous about.”

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  “It’s just a lame barbecue, nothing to get worked up about.  He’s a friend from school, that’s all.”

But, was that all?  

You had a blue and green stained glass bird hanging in one of the small windows, right above a trio of succulents in various planters, and you made sure to sprinkle a rare dose of water on them before you left. 

You got all the way down to your car, realized you hated the shoes you had on, and went back up to change them.  Donna eventually came out to ask you where you were going, not that it was any of her business.

“To a friend's house,” is what  you appeased her with, feeling that it would be wrong to ignore your boss, even if she had no right to ask..  

Hopper’s place was a brown and tan double wide surrounded with trees with an above ground pool out back, through the carport.  The grill was back there too, and a bunch of friends downing beers in camp chairs.  He’d gone over to the motel to invite Lorelei, but she was leaving on an out of town date with a regular that night, and a part of him wished he’d never known that.  Now, he’d have to drink away how worried he’d be for her to make it home safe.  

Or maybe he’d stay relatively sober, just in case she called.

He turned from the grill to catch his reflection in the living room window, rubbing a hand over the short beard there under the smoldering cigarette between his lips.  He muttered out loud to himself that he needed to get a fucking haircut soon since it was long enough to tuck behind his ears.  

“Sorry man,” Steve brushed by on his way around the house again.

“Hey Taz,” Hopper called after him, making Steve spin around, the heel of his Converse digging into the grass.  “Why the hell are you so fidgety tonight? Have another beer, sit the fuck down.  I’m gonna shove this burger down your throat in a minute.”

Steve raked a hand through his hair a few times, exhaling a ragged breath.  This was only his third or fourth time going around front to see if he could get a view of your car coming down the road, but for some reason, Hopper was keeping track.  

Steve wondered if it was wrong that he wanted to hug you when you showed up.   

He moved his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing there.  “I told you I got that friend that might be coming. Wanted to make sure she didn’t miss the turn.”

Hopper brought his attention back to the food, letting the ash from his smoke dust the front of his Magnum P.I. tropical shirt as he spoke. “What if she doesn’t show, what then?”

“Won’t matter to me,” Steve shrugged, hooking his thumbs into his belt loops. “I need to get the other cooler out of my truck anyway.”  

He kept on his way before Hopper could say another word.  

An hour, a burger, some potato salad, and several beers later, there was still no sign of you.  A few people bobbed around in the pool as dusk bloomed on the horizon, while the rest settled in a circle around the campfire to the tune of Wild One by Thin Lizzy.

He was staring at the fire, thinking about getting up for a third beer, when he heard the distinct crunch of  tires rolling up to the gravel of the driveway from the main road.

—----

You turned down the radio, taking a few calming breaths.

He’s just a stupid boy…you reminded yourself, pulling in near the red mailbox to park behind two Harley Davidson Fatboys.  Steve’s truck was parked further up the road, away from the house, to give others more room to park, you assumed.  Hopper drove a Bronco, as well as his Harley Softail, and there were two other vehicles you didn’t recognize. 

Several tiki torches lined the way to the back of the home while the sunset blazed tangerine.  You hadn’t even turned the engine off yet when you saw Steve appear at a slow jog, waving as if to assure you that you were at the right place.  

Your heart tripped over itself at the sight of him, and you gave a quick glance to the rearview mirror to check your face. He waited for you to open the door and step one foot out before he asked if you needed a hand.  

“I brought beer,” there was a 12 pack Schlitz on the front seat from the mini mart.  A last minute choice since you’d forgotten to ask if you needed to bring anything. Steve stood holding the door open while you stretched over to grab it.  He saw the way your shirt creeped up to show some skin on your hip, but then she quickly averted his eyes.

“Wasn’t sure you were gonna make it,” he took the case of beer from you as you stood.  “Saved you some food if you’re hungry.”

Shouts and splashes echoed from the pool after it sounded like someone did a belly flop.  Steve had on a nice, button down, grass green shirt with what looked like newer blue jeans.  Had he just bought them that day? You liked the way the shirt was unbuttoned a few so that his messy patch of chest hair was on full display.  That was the most “dressed up” you’d ever seen him.  

“Think you might want to go for a swim?” He carried the case under his arm like it didn’t weigh a thing.

The question flustered you.  “I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”

He smelled really good, not like strong cologne or anything but just clean and spicy and…soft.  Like maybe you could bite into his flesh and honey would come out. 

Most of the 12 or 14 other people at the party there were too tipsy and too busy deep in their own conversation to really care or notice when the two of you came around the corner.  Hopper looked up from his chair across the fire, exhaling smoke from his cigar.  It was a big, circular fire pit made of stone, and you had the feeling he made it himself.  

There was an empty seat you assumed was Steve’s, and next to it was a younger kid with thick sideburns and a PROSPECT insignia on the back of his Coffin King’s leather.  

Still holding the beer, Steve kicked the aluminum legs of the young man’s chair. “Get up.”

The guy snapped his head to see who it was and was quick to stand.  You had your mouth open to protest taking someone else’s seat, but the guy was already off to find another one.

“I’m gonna go put these in the fridge,” Steve said.  “You want beer or–?”

“Got any whiskey?” You could feel Hopper’s eyes on you.

“Coming right up,” he replied, squeezing your shoulder. 

The whiskey tamed your nerves, and he handed you his cigarette for a few drags.  He offered you one of your own, but you declined, citing that you didn’t want to get too comfortable with it.  But really, you just liked sharing his; to hold it in your lips right after him, teasing the tip of your tongue across the filter.  He introduced you to the ones around the fire, all members of the Coffin Kings, and a few of them had partners, or “old ladies” as they were affectionately called.  You listened to the conversations buzzing around, and every once in a while, you’d find yourself chuckling at some story Steve told.  What about the time he tried to steal a riding lawnmower from the hardware store, and four employees chased him through the parking lot?

“I was just a kid,” he leaned over to tell you so that you wouldn’t think it was something he did recently.  “Barely sixteen I think. One of the guys dared me, and I never say no to those for some reason.”

“You never say no to a dare?” 

He shook his head. “Nah, I figure if I’m not hurting anyone else, there’s nothing I won’t try once.”

You pondered that, wondering about the things you wouldn’t do if dared.  

You must’ve shivered, or maybe it was just his intuition, but he motioned to his leather jacket on the backseat of the chair. “You cold? Wanna wear this?”

“No I’m fine, thank you,” but then, “maybe later.”

“What about you,” Hopper said over the tips of the flames, looking in your direction.  “You got a story?”

For the first time all night, they all turned to you, expectantly, and your face began to sweat.

Steve’s hand found your knee. “You don’t have to,” he whispered.  

You thought about the stories you had, and wondered if you should tell the truth or make one up.

“Um,” by then, the others had lost interest. Steve and Hopper were the only ones looking at you. “Well, I ran away from home once and joined the circus.”

Sparks popped in the fire, and Hopper tilted his head to squint curiously.

Steve went along with it.  “Were you a dancer? Those women with the tassels on their—”

He was about to say nipples but stopped himself.

“I had a couple different jobs,” you took another sip.  “I sold cotton candy at one of the kiosks, did tarot readings and fortune telling.  The last job I had was as a magician’s assistant.”

“You serious?” Steve was fascinated.  “You mean you’re, like, psychic or something?”

You rubbed your lips together, thumbing the rim of your beverage.  “Not exactly, I’ve never been sure how it works, but I see things sometimes.”

“How old were you?” The woman with the bleached blonde hair next to you asked.  She wore an American flag bikini top with tattered denim Daisy Dukes.  

“Seventeen.”

Steve had his chin pinned to his shoulder, searching your face with deepening interest.  

“That’s badass,” the Prospect that had once been in your chair said, but he was next to Hopper at that point.  He had a full head of wavy hair, feathered off his face with some type of gel.  come to find out, his name was Dino, as in short for Dinosaur.  “I’ve always wanted to join the circus.”

The rest of them gave low chuckles, and one mumbled, “there’s still time.”

“Why did you run away from home?” Steve whispered it, wondering if maybe you might not want to answer that in front of everyone.

Dino went on to expand on what a good circus barker he’d be while you spoke only to Steve.

“I didn’t really have, you know, the best childhood,” you mumbled. 

“Someone hurt you?” Just the thought made him upset.

You took another sip, and then raised your voice so the group could hear. “We had one of those big red and white tents, like in the movies. The Bearded Lady, Becky, she was one of the nicest people you’d ever meet.  The lions were my favorite.  The big one, his name was August, we’d go for walks together. I made friends with a trapeze artist, but one day she was up there doing a routine on the tightrope and she fell and there was a hole in the net.  She went right through.  Her name was Debbie.”

There was a hush, and then an older biker with a gray beard next to the blonde said, “that’s fucked up.”  

“How long were you with the circus?” Dino asked.

“Only a few months,” you cleared your throat.  “And then I was on the road for a while.”

“By yourself?” Steve’s voice was louder than he’d meant for it to be. 

You gave him a soft smile and a shrug.  “I’m always alone.”

What were the odds of two lonely fucks finding each other again the way you two had?  Steve was grateful for Robin and Eddie, they were his only constants.  

Robin had decided to stay home that night, to unpack some things and get her room situated again.  Steve made sure she bolted the door and told her to use his gun if Nic tried to come around.  

“She won’t,” Robin huffed, dumping the contents of her backpack onto the bed.  “That would imply she actually gave a shit about me.  She’ll have some new married woman from the bar in our bed by tonight, I’m sure of it.”

Back at the firepit, you got to your feet and Steve followed.  “Could you tell me where, um, the bathroom is?”

The bathroom wallpaper was blue and white striped with ducks in bow ties on the trim, something you imagined was there before Hopper moved in.  A mirrored medicine cabinet and a shower without a tub that had one of those frosted, glass front doors.  Besides some mustache/beard trimmings near the sink, it was a tidy place, and smelled of cleaning supplies.  You used the fairly new bar of green soap in the clear dish, and peeked around in the cabinet like any nosey person would.  

Steve was lingering in the carpeted hallway to hand you a fresh beer.  “Didn’t want you to get lost on the way back.”

There were photo collages in frames on the walls of what looked like Hopper’s extended family.  In one, he had his arms hooked over the shoulders of Steve and an older man in their Coffin Kings kuttes.  It might've been a decade old; Steve looked like a baby.

“How long have you and Hopper known each other?”

Steve let out a raspberry sound with his lips.  “Who knows, forever.  He’s been around since we were kids.”

He was just about to reach for the sliding door out to the back patio, when someone else pulled it open.  Shirtless in his boxers, with a yellow beach towel wrapped around his waist, stood the person you knew to be Eddie Munson.  Wet hair long over his shoulders with a handful of tattoos scattered over his torso, he was dripping wet, and in the middle of scowling about something you weren’t privy to.

“Hey man,” the two men bumped fists.  His eyes darted back and forth between the two of you.  “My beeper just went off, need to make a call real quick.”

Steve introduced you, praying to whatever god would listen that whatever Eddie had to do that night did not include needing his help.  

You saw the metaphorical lightbulb of recognition brighten above Eddie’s head.  “Oh shit yeah, I remember you.  You punched Danny Rogers right in the jaw once on the playground. Dude went down hard.”

Steve seemed to beam with pride at that, exposing his gold canine, but you shifted nervously.

“I don’t like violence,” you admitted.  “But he deserved it.”

Danny was one of those boys who liked to try and put his hand up girls shirts and make nasty rumors go around that one of them blew him in the supply closet.  They were only kids, and you didn’t even know what “to blow” someone meant at the time.  

Eddie shook his hair out like a dog. “Hey, I’ll catch you two out there in a minute, okay? Good to see you again, killer.”

It was dark enough that you could only see the shapes of the people in the pool, moonlight reflecting off the water, and felt the unmistakable weight of Steve leaning into you as you went through the door.  He slid it closed once you stepped onto the concrete slab, and then you turned, not realizing how close he was, and accidentally bumping chests with him.  

You didn’t move away, but you kept your head down until Steve put a finger under your chin to lift your gaze.  The porch light was out, allowing you an extra veil of privacy from the party, and you snaked a hand up over his ribs.

“Are you gonna run away this time?” He mumbled, staring at your mouth, his lashes fluttering.

He didn't know about your dream but somehow, he did.

“I thought we were going together?”

He wondered if you could feel him shaking. 

“I’m ready,” his mouth came down close enough to exchange oxygen with you.  You shifted closer, pulling him in.

But then he abruptly cleared his throat and turned his head.

“Not like this,” he rumbled, glancing at the rest of the party.  

“Not like what?”  You sought his hand and intertwined your fingers. 

He didn’t want to say out loud what he meant, that he wanted it to be special.  

He was revealing himself to you, these things he’d been taught to hide, the ways he daydreamed about how well he could love you, if only you’d let him.  If he could write for shit, he’d be one of those insufferable assholes scribbling out poetry in your honor.

He wasn’t like this with every woman he dated.

There was a special chemistry, something more spiritual than primal, that had only been activated in him a couple of times.  The last one was a while back and she took all of his trust; he was sure he’d never lean into that feeling ever again.  

Were the two of you dating? Is that what this was? Maybe the connection was all in his head and you were just going along for lack of things to do.

No, that wasn’t true.  He could tell you wanted that kiss.

He should’ve taken the chance…

Shit

But then you held his hand all the way back to the firepit, and that was something.  

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Thank you for reading, I love you. Biker Steve will be back soon.

[yennefer-of-vengerbergs]

Elixir of the Colossus

Kinktober 2024 - Day 12 - Size Difference (from this prompt list)

Look at me, writing something for a prompt event for the first time, and just in time too 😆 (it's already the 12th where I'm from, so it counts, if I do say so myself 😁)

Rating: E (18+)

Pairing: Astarion x Syanna (my Dark Urge OC)

Summary: Astarion accidentally drinks an elixir of the Colossus, which only leads to a very tantalising prospect for both himself and Syanna.

Tags: inappropriate use of Elixir of the Colossus, smut with feelings (and banter), sexually explicit content, oral sex (m!receiving, f!receiving), vaginal fingering, established relationship

Word count: 3472

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Syanna couldn’t help the grin that had spread over her face. The fact that Astarion had managed to accidentally drink an Elixir of the Colossus was something she wasn’t quite surprised by, but the results were certainly interesting to see. 

As expected, if one were to guess strictly based on the name, he had grown much larger and taller, and, if one were to guess once more, much stronger as well. 

He, on the other hand, seemed irritated.

“Honestly, who puts a potion in a wine bottle? Couldn’t they have labelled it at least?”

She laughed.

“I did mention you probably shouldn’t drink it without seeing what it was, didn’t I?”

“Really, darling? That’s what you have to say? What if it was poison, hm? What then?” he replied, despite the fact it wasn’t actually helping his case. 

Syanna raised an eyebrow at that. 

“All the more reason not to drink it then, hm?” she moved closer to him, “And not to worry, I have antidotes for poison anyway.”

“Here I was, hoping for a loving and understanding reaction from my darling, and what does she do? She mocks me!” he said dramatically, as if he had been deeply offended and wounded. 

She giggled at his antics. She then looked up at him, so she wouldn’t be talking to his chest.

Gods, he was tall.

In any case, playfulness and jokes aside, she had a point that she wanted to make.

“Oh, I can be plenty loving and understanding.” she reached up to his face, caressing his cheek, “But maybe consider not being as impulsive? Like you said, it could have been something else.” she looked at him with affection before continuing, “And honestly?That’s what worries me out of all…this.” she gestured in his general direction, trying to mimic the fact that he had grown in size.

He looked at her, eyes widening slightly, in that way that always disarmed her completely, before nodding and pulling her closer to himself. 

He then cleared his throat.

“Well, I suppose it’s a good thing this was the only side effect it had.”

Syanna smiled.

“Mhm, and it suits you, too.”

“Most things do, darling.” he couldn’t help but smirk, which only made her giggle again.

“Modest, as always, I see.”

“And looking perfect as always, don’t forget that.” 

He then took her by surprise, if the startled sound she made was any indication, his hands lowering and lifting her into his arms so he could kiss her. It was gentle, yet firm and full of affection, all at the same time, which only made it all the more perfect and all their own. A small moan left Astarion as he felt Syanna’s fingers grasping his hair, feeling the gentlest of tugs before she slowly dragged her fingernails over his scalp with one hand, while the other arm was wrapped around his neck for support. Smiling into the kiss, he squeezed her thighs as he walked them both over to their shared bed, sitting down with her on his lap, continuing to hold her close against him.

And she felt so much smaller than usual in his arms. 

Astarion couldn’t help but enjoy that feeling, especially with how she seemed to just melt into him, chasing his touch.

A sigh left him when she eventually pulled away from their kiss, her lips swollen and flushed from it. 

Then there was the way she looked at him, with love and affection so clearly on display. Or how she traced his face with her fingers. And how she smiled at him. 

It all made him feel…happy. 

Content. 

All because he had everything he could ever want. 

And all of it was with her.

A pleasant hum escaped him when she had started to trace one of his ears with her fingertips, his eyes closing from the sensation, enjoying every moment of it, every teasing pass she made, back and forth, and oh so slowly. When he opened them once again, she was still smiling. 

“This suits you too.”

He couldn’t help but return the smile.

“Another one of the many things that do, darling.”

Syanna giggled once more before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. She then looked at him.

“Is this alright?”

“Oh, my love, it absolutely is.”

Then, Astarion pulled her closer towards him, so that she was higher up, pressing kisses along her jaw until he reached her neck, making her sigh, just as a shiver ran down her spine. His hands had begun wandering over her body, caressing everywhere he could reach before slipping under the shirt she wore, finally feeling so much more of her skin under his palms. But at the same time, he wanted more, wanted to actually see her.

More of her.

All of her.

It was the only reason why he stopped kissing her neck, shifting them just enough to be able to slowly start undressing her, unbuttoning her shirt, sliding it down her arms, letting his own hands linger on her for longer, each touch filled with need - his own need for her, for closeness, to feel her and how she reacted to him. And for how that was reflected in her, how she needed him, how she continued to reach for him, to keep him close, to melt into his touch. 

He then felt her shifting slightly, the smallest of groans leaving her as she tried to settle more comfortably. 

“Sorry, my leg was falling asleep.” she explained.

So Astarion moved them both - although slightly awkwardly, obviously not quite used to the change caused by the elixir - so that she was laying on her back, with him above her. 

“Well, we can’t have that, can we now?” he smirked.

Another giggle. Gods, he loved it when she giggled like that.

“My hero.” she smiled.

“Aren’t I just?”

He kissed her again, one hand reaching for her once more, cupping a breast, teasing and kneading through the fabric of the brassiere she wore, her breathing starting to quicken. 

The smallest of whimpers left her as Astarion pulled away from her, getting up so that he could continue undressing her. She watched as he removed her boots, his fingers lingering on each ankle each time. And she kept watching eagerly, anticipation building, as he then reached for her trousers, his fingers hooking both into them and the underwear she wore, raising her hips to help him with pulling them off her. Once he had thrown them on the floor, Astarion’s attention was on her once again. 

“Gods, you’re beautiful.” he breathed, as he made his way back to her on the bed, “Always so beautiful.” he kissed along her stomach, moving up towards her breasts, teasing each one, be it with a hand, his mouth, or by gently letting his fangs drag onto every exposed part of her soft, plush skin. 

“Flatterer.” she said, in between the sighs of pleasure she breathed out from the attention he was spoiling her with already. 

Astarion looked at her, amusement obvious in his expression. 

“I’ll have you know, darling, I am being the picture of utmost honesty right now.” 

She grinned, pulling him into a kiss, soft moans and grunts leaving both of them, her hands slowly wandering and caressing, reaching for him as he got back up, watching as he began to undress. 

Her eyes widened once he stood in front of her, fully naked. He was always a sight to behold, even more so in that moment, given the circumstances, but there was no denying it, they would certainly have to find some…workarounds.

“Well, that’s going to be…a tight fit.” she quipped.

“Oh good, puns…” Astarion groaned, his face the image of mock annoyance.

Syanna giggled at that, followed by another grin. 

“Fine, fine, how about…a bit of a stretch?”

She fully laughed when she saw him rolling his eyes, still trying to hide his amusement.

“Gods above…”

“I’m a comedic genius and you know it, love.”

He raised an eyebrow in reply.

“Do keep telling yourself that, darling.”

“I will, don’t worry.” she sat up, extending a hand towards him, “Now, get back here and let me spoil you.”

“Now that, I like the sound of.” he replied, already making his way back towards her, his mouth finding hers once more, his hands moving over her until they reached her brassiere, finally removing it, baring her to him fully, before lowering them both on the bed once more. 

Syanna sighed into their kiss when she felt his length between them, rested onto her stomach, enjoying the tantalising feel and  sheer size of him on her. Astarion pulled away shortly after, looking smugly at her. 

“And I think we can still find a way or two to enjoy ourselves.” he purred. 

She stretched languidly underneath him, her eyes closed, humming in agreement. 

“I may have a few ideas already.”

“Is that so?” he leaned in closer to her, “ Why don’t you show me then?” he whispered in her ear, making her shiver. 

She did so love it when he whispered to her, his voice not unlike a low purr. Opening her eyes, she placed a hand on his chest, gently guiding him to lie down for her as she moved to be the one straddling him. Leaning down, she began to tease him, gently nibbling at an earlobe, one hand resting on his shoulder, while the other traced his other ear, then along his jaw and down his neck, enjoying the small, breathy sounds he made, all for her. All because of her - she truly loved seeing him enjoy himself in this way, with her bringing him pleasure in whichever way she could, in whichever way he wanted, something that always added to her own enjoyment of their intimate moments. 

And how she knew just what he enjoyed…

Astarion groaned when he felt her lips moving to his neck, the hand which was tracing his features making its way lower and lower between them until she reached his cock, which she teased just as gently with her fingertips, smiling when she felt his hips moving towards her, wanting more of her touch. Shifting slightly, she took him into her hand, slowly moving along his hardening length, her thumb teasing his tip every now and then, spreading the precum that had begun to gather. At the same time, she watched him, taking in each of his reactions, each moan, each sigh, each movement he made, finding it truly intoxicating, heat already pooling inside of her. 

Wanting nothing more than to feel more of him in any way she could, Syanna let go of him briefly as she moved lower, trailing kisses along his chest, his stomach, his hips, until she finally reached his cock. Keeping her eyes on him, she kissed his tip, a smile appearing as Astarion squirmed at the sensation. All she wanted was to give him more of that, of anything he would have wanted, so she carried on, taking him in her hand once more, her tongue darting out and licking along him, all the way from the tip to base, savouring the taste and feel of him, pleased to see the way he responded to her attention. 

Finally, she took him in her mouth, her lips closing around him, a low moan leaving her at the sensation. 

Gods, he was so much bigger now.

She began moving her head, slowly taking more and more of him, as much of him as she could handle, with each movement she made, Astarion’s hands gripping the sheets as he moaned, which only spurred her on.

Perfect, everything about him, about the intimacy they were sharing, was so utterly perfect…

Her hand reached for his own, holding on to it as he gripped it in return, wanting more of the closeness that they shared, all while she continued to suck and lick and swallow around him, only stopping to catch her breath. Even then, in between those moments, she would still shower him with her full attention, her mouth finding his balls, kissing and teasing and sucking on them as well, her free hand lazily moving along his twitching cock, the low coil inside of him tightening more and more with each moment, bringing him closer to the edge, the lewdest of noises leaving him. 

“More, darling…I need…more.”

She couldn’t help but smile, pleased at how he was melting under her touch, panting and moaning.

“Only if you ask nicely.” she teased, her thumb paying particular attention to his sensitive tip.

“You wicked-” he groaned when he felt her tongue running over his slit, tasting and teasing him again, his back arching, his hips thrusting upwards in an attempt to get his point across, “-little witch…”

“Now, that’s not very nice, is it?” she smirked, before licking along his length once more, earning another sigh from Astarion.

“...Please.”

Syanna hummed, taking him into her mouth once more, her tongue swirling around him, greedily gathering all of the precum from his leaking slit, savouring the taste of him. She could tell he was close, what with the way he was gasping and moaning her name, or how he twitched and tensed when her mouth found him, or how his hand gripped hers even tighter than before. 

And she wanted nothing more than to push him over that edge…

Her other hand had begun to wander across his stomach, caressing him wherever she could reach, all while she took as much of him as she could in her mouth once again, a low, throaty moan leaving her as she felt each twitch, each shallow thrust into her mouth - so careful not overwhelm her - that perfect outline of him, even that vein that ran along his length, that she so enjoyed focusing on each and every time. And she carried on doing so, time seemingly stretching, with nothing else mattering in that moment, Astarion’s own moans and gasps acting like music to her ears until finally, his climax washed over him, filling her mouth with his seed, which she swallowed even more greedily than before. Once he was fully spent, a dazed look apparent on his face, she let go of him, moving to rest her head on his chest.

Astarion, on the other hand, had pulled her into a kiss, holding her close to himself, stroking her back lazily, enjoying just how blissful everything had been, and still was.

Eventually, he moved them so that she was underneath him once again, one knee then hooking under her own, spreading her legs to accommodate him. She looked at him through her lashes, gasping as his hand slipped between them both, teasing her slick folds before finding her clit and gently rubbing circles on it. She moaned at the sensation, her back arching and a shiver running down her spine as he continued his ministrations, followed by a whine when he pulled his hand away. 

Astarion leaned closer to her.

“Look at you, so needy already.” he whispered, his fingers ghosting over her before teasing her entrance, feeling just how wet she already was.

She squirmed under his touch, wanting, needing more of it. 

“Ah, patience, love.” he dragged a finger along her, spreading more of that same wetness over her folds, “This isn’t something you want to rush.”

Of course he would be a relentless tease, what else did she expect?

Rush or no rush, teasing or no teasing, it didn’t mean she wouldn’t at least try to get what she wanted. 

She reached for his hand, wanting to guide him to where she wanted him to be, but Astarion was quicker than her, moving it out of reach, tutting.

“Naughty, aren’t you?”

Syanna smiled a cheeky smile.

“Only for you.”

Besides, two could play at the game he had started.

She started running her own fingers over her skin, starting from her throat, then moving lower, towards her breasts, stopping only to tease a nipple before continuing to go lower, and lower and-

Astarion stopped her, grabbing her hands, bringing them back up and above her head, holding them in place with his own.

“Whatever will I do with you, darling…” he purred.

She arched her hips into him. 

“You could always touch me yourself, you know.” she suggested, looking at him as innocently as she could.

Astarion pretended to think about her suggestion.

“Only if you ask nicely, darling.” It was his turn to smirk at her. 

Syanna exhaled sharply, an amused sound leaving her as she grinned.

“Please, Astarion…” she sighed.

Letting go of her hands, he pulled her into a kiss before his mouth made its way lower, nipping at her skin, kissing over it, enjoying the way she continued to sigh and softly moan whenever he’d reach a particularly sensitive spot. 

And the way she would run her hands through his hair, or splay them wherever she could reach, or just hold on to him…

And then there were those delightful noises she made when his mouth found her breasts once more, lavishing each one with all his attention, be it by placing kisses on them, or by flicking his tongue over her nipples, or by teasing her with his fangs.

He made his way lower, trailing kisses all along her stomach, his hands gripping her hips as he reached her mound, placing a kiss there as well. 

Pulling her closer, he settled in between her legs, his mouth so tantalisingly close to her that her heart was racing with anticipation. 

She gasped when she felt his tongue on her, overwhelming as it was. He was overwhelming, in the best possible way, as he lapped at her folds, his tongue dipping into her, indulging in her, savouring everything she offered. Every moan, every little shake of excitement, every gentle tug on his hair and every pass of her nails over his scalp as he spoiled her thoroughly. And especially the louder moan she let out when his tongue made its way back to her clit, teasing and licking before catching it between his lips. Or, even better, how she gasped and arched her back as he looked up at her when he slid a finger inside of her, surprised by the size of it.

Syanna then met his eyes as he went to grip her thigh with one hand, while the other reached for hers, holding on to it, mirroring her own action from before. 

He slipped a second finger inside of her, made much easier by just how deliciously wet she was. She moaned his name, enjoying the way he stretched her as he fingered her, the sensation truly incredible to her. 

It was almost dizzying. 

Then he had found that spot that always drove her mad, making her cry out.

“Gods, Astarion-” she moaned again, so wantonly, moving her hips, leaning more into him, wanting more of his mouth and fingers. “Please…”

He grinned at that, stopping briefly. 

“Please what, my dear?”

Syanna groaned as she tried to move her hips. 

He let go of her hand so that he could still her movements.

“Ah, use your words, love.”

Another groan left her. 

“Please don’t stop…”

His fingers resumed their movements, although much slower than before, making her squirm.

“Although…” he teased her clit with his tongue as he spoke, “I don’t think that’s what you wanted to ask before, is it?” Astarion looked up at her from between her legs, waiting for her reply. 

“...Harder, please…” she sighed.

Astarion’s only reply was to pump his fingers in and out of her in a rougher manner, just the way he knew she enjoyed, his tongue lapping at her again. Her breath hitched, her legs tensed, all while one of her hands reached for him once more, the other making its way to a breast, kneading and teasing. 

All she could focus on was him and how he made her feel. 

On the wet, lewd noises from between her legs. The groans and humming coming from Astarion as he thoroughly ravished her.

On how she clenched around his fingers, the heat that had been pooling inside of her eventually turning to fire, until it could no longer be contained, a mixture of moans and curses leaving her lips as her climax finally washed over her so intensely, she thought she would see stars. 

She wasn’t sure how long it had been when Astarion had pulled her into his arms, one hand caressing her back. Probably only moments, but time had seemed to stretch once again. 

If only it could actually do that. 

Because, being in his arms like that, feeling nothing but bliss and love? It certainly was one moment she would not have minded lasting indefinitely. 

[prythianpages]

ACOSM | The Night she gets her heartbroken

azriel x rhysand's sister (oc)

warnings: angst? mentions of violence

summary: Valeria is heartbroken and seeks the comfort of her brother. Meanwhile, Azriel decides to take matter into his hands.

A/N: this is an imagine among my collection of imagines that follow Rhysand's sister, Valeria. while I'm still working on them, you can find the masterlist for it here.

**

Days turned into weeks, and Azriel battled with his emotions in solitude. He tried to hide his jealousy, but the shadows around him could sense his turmoil. He grappled with the fear of that his chance had slipped through his fingers.

Azriel couldn't deny the weight in his chest as he heard the words slip from Valeria's lips the other day—the revelation that Damien had claimed her first kiss. The news hit him harder than he anticipated, stirring a mix of emotions that he struggled to process. He sought comfort that night in the company of a beautiful Illyrian girl, but with every caress and tender kiss, his thoughts drifted to Valeria.

He couldn't help but wonder how she felt, what she tasted like. 

This had become a pattern, a repetitive cycle of seeking companionship elsewhere while his heart yearned for the one who had unknowingly captured it.

He was grateful that Rhysand and Cassian were distracted with interests of their own. It shielded him from having to fabricate excuses for choosing to spend his nights alone, masking the truth that he could no longer find that physical connection with anyone as he did before. Before his feelings for Valeria had gone beyond those of friendship.

Rhysand’s and Cassian’s distractions had also made it easier for him to keep his feelings for Valeria hidden. He buried them deep within, fearing that the friendships he had built with her and Rhysand might crumble under the weight of his emotions. But now, the realization of Valeria sharing such an intimate moment with another person ignited a jealousy he couldn't ignore.

**

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple, Valeria stormed into the house. That’s when she ran into Rhysand and Azriel.

Rhysand, lounging with his legs propped up on the coffee table, swiftly removed his feet, dog-earing his book, concern flickering in his eyes as they locked onto his sister. Azriel, engrossed in sharpening a blade from his seat in the armchair, also paused in his task. His shadows, always vigilant, sensed the distress surrounding Valeria, some rushing to her. They let out a small sigh in relief as they confirmed that she was physically unharmed, though emotionally shattered.

Tears welled up in Valeria's violet eyes, her bottom lip trembling in a pout. Rhysand was on his feet in an instant, already sensing her distress. Valeria wasted no time, seeking solace in the comforting embrace of her brother. "What's wrong?" he gently inquired, his protective instincts rising to the fore.

"You were right," Valeria sobbed, the pain of overhearing Damien's heartless words still fresh. The memory sliced through her heart. "He used me. He never truly liked me, he just liked my title."

Rhysand’s expression turned dark with anger, and his protective instincts flared. “I’m going to kill that bastard.”

But beneath the boiling rage, Rhysand frowned.

As much as he desired to unleash his wrath upon Damien for hurting his sweet sister, he knew he couldn't succumb to that urge. Rhysand was the High Lord’s son and heir. Damien also held a delicate position as he was Lord Devlon’s son, the one who oversaw the Windhaven camp. Provoking such conflict could plunge them into a harrowing confrontation, one that might spiral into a gruesome clash.

Cassian, who had been tidying up in the kitchen, stepped into the living room with a warm smile playing on his lips. However, it swiftly vanished at the distressing scene before him. Rhysand, comforting Valeria as tears streamed down her face, and Azriel exuding an aura of barely controlled fury. 

“Fuck,” he breathed. The realization of what had transpired hit him, and soon his expression mirrored his brother's. "It was that asshole, wasn’t it?”

Rhysand gently pulled away from Valeria to assess his sister, worry still etched into his features. "I didn’t care for him as much," Valeria confessed. “I think I liked the idea of him more than I liked him. The idea that someone could like me.”

The pain cut Valeria deep, a piercing wound laced with betrayal, anger, and humiliation. Damien's hurtful words had struck her not because she found herself falling for him, but because they were a like a searing slap to her face, bringing to surface her deepest insecurities.

"Aww, come on, dove. Don't look so surprised," he had taunted. "Did you really think someone would like you for you? You would be nothing but just another pretty face, if it weren't for your father or brother."

“Everyone sees me as the High Lord’s daughter…Rhysand’s little sister…When will someone just see me as me?” Valeria’s voice trembled with a tinge of sadness. “When will someone like me for just me?”

“Fuck that asshole.” Cassian's anger surged at the raw hurt in Valeria's eyes, and he clenched his fists.

Rhysand tenderly wiped each tear from Valeria's cheeks, his frown deepening. "You are my sister, but you are so much more than that. You are Valeria. Beautiful and sweet, brave and kind. A strong and kindred spirit, who loves chasing the stars and shines as bright as the moon. You needn’t dim your light over the words of Illyrian scum."

Valeria sniffled, her tears gradually subsiding. "I love you, Rhys."

"I love you too, Val," Rhysand replied, a fond smile gracing his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"How about some lemon cakes?" Cassian chimed in, attempting to soothe her pain. He knew how much she loved sweets, especially those with a lemony flavor.

Valeria turned to him, a faint smile ghosting her lips. She nodded. "And ice cream?"

"Of course," Rhysand responded, leading Valeria to the couch and encouraging her to sit.

"I’ll get the whipped cream and sprinkles," Azriel offered, his desire to ease her suffering evident. Despite the ache in her heart, Valeria's spirits lifted at the thought that he remembered her preferences.

"Don’t you dare move from that couch, Val! We will bring everything to you," Rhysand exclaimed playfully as he followed Cassian down the hall and into the kitchen.

Azriel lingered by the hallway, his golden gaze meeting Valeria's. He bit back the words he wanted to say. Bowing his head politely, he followed after Rhys and Cas.

 To Azriel, she was not just the High Lord’s daughter or Rhysand’s sister. She was Valeria—the girl who now consumed his thoughts and dreams. The girl who continued to warm him with her light, even in the darkest corners of his soul.

**

The following day, Valeria decided to accompany Rhys, Cassian, and Az on some camp errands. As they strolled through the town square, they crossed paths with Damien, the son of Lord Devlon. However, Damien purposefully ignored Valeria as she walked by. She caught the sight of a nasty black eye and busted lip as he avoided her gaze. 

Rhysand had harbored the desire to inflict pain upon him, but held himself back. Nevertheless, to his surprise, he found that someone had already taken matters into their own hands. Cassian couldn't help but chuckle at Damien’s sorry state.

Azriel wore a smug smirk, relishing the fear that flashed in Damien’s eyes as they walked by.

**

Bonus scene:

Azriel couldn't stand idle knowing the pain Valeria endured. The fury within him ignited, fueled by his love and protectiveness for her. As the moon hung high in the night sky, he made his way to the place where Damien was known to frequent.

He found the despicable son of Lord Devlon already nestled in the company of another girl outside a tavern. Azriel's anger surged, his vision momentarily consumed by red at the disrespect. He moved with a growl, swift and silent, and yanked Damien away from the girl by the back of his leathers. The frightened girl fled, leaving the two men alone in the darkness.

Without hesitation, Azriel's fist connected with Damien's face, sending him crashing to the dirt, where he belonged. "Don't you dare look at her or breathe in her direction ever again," Azriel seethed, his voice laced with menace, as he dropped to his knees and landed another punch.

"I swear on my life!" Damien cried out, his face contorted in pain and fear.

Azriel rose to his feet and sneered at the pathetic display. "I've seen your life. Swear on something else.”

**

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[wingedhallows]

traitor - ch. two; sirius black

pairing: sirius black (golden trio era) x fem! oc | 1.2k words warning: dark themes, death, torture plot: Fourteen years ago, Hecate Hunt, a valuable member of the Order and once a Death Eater gave her life for her friends and the man she loved, at least that's what was believed. Now she's done hiding, ready to fight alongside her old friends and her godson. Ready to return to the life she once had, ready to once again be a traitor. authors note: hi, hi! thank you for reading :)

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thenhecate

"Explain, then." Sirius stared her down, wand now tucked away in his leather jacked. He pushed his dark hair from his eyes with a quick motion. Just a moment later Hecate felt the urge to do the same.

She placed the cup full of firewhiskey down on the table in front of her and took a breath. "Explain what?" He squinted his eyes at her, as if to ask her to throw and insult in his direction. To give him a reason.

"Your sister one of'em too-"She's dead" her voice cut him off.

The room stilled, even Moody's mad eye stopped moving for a moment. "The Dark Lord killed her after i freed the Longbottoms." Her eyes wandered to Sirius' again. His face had softened, even if just a tiny bit.

Her hand fumbled inside her dress pants for the pack of cigarettes she had tucked inside just before she came here. With the flick of her wand she had lit the stick and filled her lungs with the smoke.

"I didn't know that her mission was to kill them." Hecate pauses, taking a generous sip from her cup. "He was already in a pissy mood and decided that someone had to pay the price." She took a drag of her cigarette before she wiped a tear off her cheek. "I was never fond of the whole Death Eater thing. I did it for her."

She stomped her cigarette just as the mark on her forearm began to burn. She sighed and stood, downing the last of her firewhiskey. "He's calling." Albus was quick to pat her on the shoulder. "Go, don't let him wait." Hecate was quick to apperate, but just for a moment it seemed as that the resentful look on Sirius' face had vanished, just for a moment.

She must've imagined it. She was sure of it.

nowharry

Harry was curious. How could he not be. There was once a woman, a woman who was his godmother and as he believed, someone Sirius had cared about. He wanted to know more about her. Why did no one speak of her? Who was Hecate?

"MUDBLOODS, FILTHY MUDBLOODS IN MY HOUSE!" The dark portrait of Sirius' mother shrieked as he walked past it. "OH, SHUT IT YOU OLD HAG!" Sirius yelled right back as he walked past the bottom of the stairs. He wanted to ask Sirius about his godmother but as he thought back at his reaction this morning, he hesitated and decided against it. He didn't want him to break another thing in this house. Though it wouldn't be a great loss.

He decided to ask Remus instead, he seemed more collected than Sirius. Harry made his way down the hallway to Remus' room, with a soft knock to the door he waited for the man in question to open it. "Oh, Harry." He spoke. "Did you need something?" Harry nodded and stepped inside Remus' room after he opened the door further.

"Yes, it's about..about-"Hecate, right?" Remus sat down on his bed as he waved his hand towards the tiny chair opposite the bed. Harry was quick to seat himself and nodded. "Yes." Lupin heaved a sigh before he closed the book which had laid open on his bed. "I understand." He gave Harry a sad smile before continuing.

"Sirius didn't mean it." He tried, fumbling with his fingers in his lap. Harry watched him intensely. "You see, Hecate and Sirius were deeply in love." He paused. "She was a member of the Order and gave her life to protect us." He sighed and finally looked at Harry. "It's a sensitive matter for him. Somehow-" he paused to clear his throat, tears on the brim of his waterline visible. "Somehow it broke us all when she died, i think she took a part of him with her that night."

Harry gulped and everted his gaze to the dark rug on the floor. "He'll tell you eventually, there're so many great stories of her, greater than her death." He shook his head as a tear escaped his eyes and he sniffed. "We all cared for her a lot, she was a dear friend." Harry nodded. "I understand." He stood and stalked toward the door, he halted to look back at Remus. "Thank you for telling me."

Moony waved him off. "No need, she was your godmother after all."

Harry could see it. See it in the way Remus spoke of her. See the love and the pain. Hecate must've been a big part of them. She must've been a great woman.

hecate

Her black coat swooshed behind her as she almost sprinted, her slender legs carried her as fast as possible down the corridors of the big old castle. Hogwarts was empty, apart from some students she didn't know. She hadn't seen any teachers yet, to her relief.

Albus had asked her to visit him, the time had come, he had said. Fourteen years ago she had gone into hiding. Of course she knew, she knew that two of her most loved friends had died, left a boy behind. She had held Harry, fed him when he was hungry and cared for him like he was her own. She even agreed to be his godmother.

thensirius

"We want you to be his godmother, Cat."

Lily spoke as he watched Hecate hold their son. Sirius loved the nickname they've given her. Cat felt like it fit. She was strangely similar to a feline, the way she loved them dearly even though she'd never say it out loud.

He couldn't help but put his hand on her shoulder, a wide smile on his lips.

Godric, how he loved this woman.

"Godmother?" She spoke, barely a whisper. He watched as Cat raised her hand to the boys cheek and quickly engulfed the baby in a hug, his little hands grasping away at her hair. She didn't care as she wiped a stray tear away.

"I'd love to."

Merlin, he'd fall to his knees right now and beg to see her smile like that every day of his life.

now

sirius

He stared at the ceiling, muggle bands like queen and the scorpions staring back at him. He had hung them up there in hopes of angering his parents. The frame of them clasped tightly in his hands as another sob left his mouth. He lifted the frame and stared at it again, with a finger of his he traced her face.

He would give everything in the world to feel her smooth warm skin under his lips once again.

To see her pitch black hair shimmer under the evening sun.

To hold her in his arms once again.

To tell her how much he loved her.

To stay by her side when the mark stung that night.

To not let her push them towards the portal key.

To wipe her tears as she smiled at him like she knew it would be the last time.

To not let her die.

[dmagedgoods]

Raphael Romance Event

Last reminder: Circa one week left! To celebrate the 1000 signatures for our Raphael petition a while ago, there will be the Raphael Romance Event. WHAT IS THE TASK? Create a romance scene/moment between Raphael and your Tav/Dark Urge/OC of choice. It doesn't have to be romantic in the very sense of the word. Of course, it can be, but there are many options. Make it sappy or make it bitter, make it happy or sad, sweet or heavy, a bit spicy or very vague, make it a cocky exchange, something dark and threatening, anything that works for you. Is he only toying with the MC? Manipulating them? Struggling with genuine feelings? Showing a softer side? Something else entirely? It's up to you! Once I have gathered the submissions, I will make a google doc with our collected pieces and send it to Larian via the known channels I used for the petition too, showing them how much we love that devil, thanking them for giving him to us and maybe inspire them, who knows. I will also post it on tumblr and twitter for anyone to enjoy. 💕 UNTIL WHEN? The last day to post it or to send it my way is May 31, 2024. HOW DO I SUBMIT SOMETHING? By posting it on tumblr, using the tag makeraphaelromanceable and tagging me, or by sending it to me directly, either on tumblr, twitter (dmagedgoods) or straight to my Discord account. WHAT FORMS OF SUBMISSION ARE ALLOWED?

stories (around 1500 words maximum, please not much more to not overwhelm them with text)

paintings, drawings

comics (not more than an A4 page of content)

edits (not more than an A4 page of content)

videos made from in-game material or using mods

WHAT ARE THE RULES?

The piece must include your Tav, Dark Urge, or OC of choice and Raphael (not Haarlep alone, though of course, Haarlep can be part of it).

Originally, I said one submission per person but I think we won't be too many to handle the material, so you can submit a second piece if you can't decide.

It doesn't matter if you already posted or published your submission anywhere else or how old it is.

Not much more than 1500 words of writing.

Not more than an A4 page of content for comics and edits; I know this is vague, I don't want to limit things too much but I also try to keep things balanced.

No NSFW, no gore.

No dead dove topics, no insults.

No AI-created writing or art.

Post it with the tag makeraphaelromanceable and at me in it (dmagedgoods) so I don’t miss it or just send it to me directly on tumblr, twitter, or on Discord.