#there are clouds in there! is like 'm flying mate!

[wangxianficfinder]

Cloud Recesses Study Arc

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Being Known Series by dragongirlG (M/T, 42k, WangXian, Drunken Confessions, Love Confessions, More Like Lust Confessions, Drunk LWJ, Wingman LXC, Oblivious WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Canon Divergence, Attempt at Humor, Fluff and Crack, Hopeful Ending, Accidental Betrothal, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Family Dynamics, Family Drama, Letters, Light Angst, Supportive Sibling LXC, Good Sibling JYL, POV Multiple, Sex Education, Jealous LWJ, Sexual Tension, 5+1 Things, Character Study, First Kiss)

one out of three by everythingispoetry (T, 9k, wangxian, canon divergence, fluff, misunderstandings, triplets, idiots in love, matchmaking, romantic comedy, cloud recesses study arc)

rerun from the outside by Eicas (T, 2k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel, Crack, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, JC POV)

The Hermit Agenda by wereworm (G, 11k, wangxian, cloud recesses study arc, BSSR & LY are Lesbians, WWX calling BSSR grandma, humor, getting together)

Just Say Yes series by edenwolfie (M, 338k, wangxian, canon divergence, matchmaking, pining, cloud recesses study arc, getting together, fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, everyone lives au) 

your smile unshackles my wings (fly with me) by ShootMeDead (T, 4k, wangxian, JYL & WWX & JC, cloud recesses study arc, canon divergence, wings au, fluff, sibling love, wing grooming, family feels, getting together, protectiveness, soft boys, boys in love, loneliness, tenderness, non-sexual intimacy, hurt/comfort, affection)

parent trap by tongzhi (T, 23k, JL & LJY & LSZ & OYZZ, wangxian, JYL/JZX, time travel, cloud recesses study arc, humor, matchmaking)

A Mother’s Curse (A Mother’s Blessing) by Eudoxia (E, 33k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Huli Jing LWJ, Huli Jing WWX, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Curses, Case Fic, Animal Transformation, Arranged Marriage, Misunderstandings, No Sunshot Campaign, No Yīn Iron, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, ish, Mentions of Ace LXC, Mentions of Ace WN, Knotting, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Size Kink, 69 (Sex Position), Mpreg, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, WangXian Have a Breeding Kink, Intersex Male Omegas, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Squirting)

Feathers On My Breath by Sweetlittlevampire (T, 3k, wangxian, cloud recesses study arc, pre-relationship, teen crush, panic attacks, nightmare, angst, hurt/comfort, past character death, sharing a bed)

Retracing my steps (I found you) by Asphodel_Meadow (T, 4k, wangxian, WWX & WN & WQ, canon divergence, time travel, cloud recesses study arc, romantic fluff, canon jiang dynamics)

The Taste Of Cherry by chiyukimei (E, 6k, WangXian, Cherry Magic AU, Not JC Friendly, Lots of kissing, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Soft LQR)

secondhand regrets by spookykingdomstarlight (T, 18k, JGY/NHS, wangxian, NHS/WWX, time travel fix-it, cloud recesses study arc, curses, jealousy, misunderstandings, pining)

your petals that bloom in the snow by lulu_kitty (T, 10k, wangxian, modern cultivation, cloud recesses study arc, skaterboy WWX, everyone lives au)

💙 Holding shreds by barisan (T, 5k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, No Sunshot Campaign, Body Swap, Not for sexy shenanigans, Chronic Pain, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abusive YZY, Bad Parent YZY,  Bad Parent JFM, Good Uncle LQR, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, POV WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jiāng Family Bashing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Getting Together, Smart WWX)

If only you knew (what goes on in my mind) by makexianxianhappytoday (G, 7k, wangxian, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, cloud recesses atudy arc, angst w/ happy ending, not Jiang friendly, protective LWJ)

Fulu by cinder1013 (T, 6k, WangXian, Crack, Fluff, cuteness, background XuanLiQing)

Going on charmingly by scribbet (T, 21k, WangXian, Teenage LWJ, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, WWX is BSSR's Disciple, Genius WWX, Petty LWJ, Meddling LXC, POV LWJ)

ripples spread out when a single pebble is dropped into water by RoseThorne (G, 1k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Past Character Death, Future Character Death, Timey-Wimey, Truth, Honesty, Guilt, Crack and Angst, POV Third Person, WWX pov)

joined delight by RoseThorne (M, 1k, wangxian, canon divergence, fast burn, MXTX Reverse Trope Fest, Making Out, Marking, Frottage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Marathon Sex, Implied Sexual Content, Love at First Sight, Swords, Horniness, POV Third Person, LWJ pov, Cloud Recesses Study Arc)

Orchids in Lotus Pier by Vamillepudding (G, 21k, wangxian, canon divergence, romantic comedy, pining, protective JC, friends to lovers, misunderstandings)

Back up and dream again by The Silverfish (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 3k, WangXian, Fix-It, Time Travel, Fluff, Flirting, Cute, Embarrassed WWX)

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 663k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement) 

Silenced With A Kiss by NinjaKK (E, 95k, wangxian, canon divergence, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Flirting, Fluff, Teen Romance, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Happy Ending, Secret Relationship, Romantic Fluff, Falling In Love, Romantic Gestures, Romantic Soulmates, Gūsū Lán Silencing Spell, First Kiss, First Dates, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Canon-Typical Behavior, Protective LWJ, Protective WWWX, OCs, Ripple Effect, One Kiss Could Have Changed Everything, First Time, Fluff and Smut, Supportive LWJ, BAMF WWX, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon)

Marriage Woe-nos! series by oleanderedits (G, 10k, wangxian, Spite Courting, Comedy, fake dating to real dating, Mixed Canon, outsider POV, Crass language)

🧡 Feline misconduct: How Wei Wuxian defeated catboyphobia and seduced his way into becoming Lan Wangji's lap cat by Papriqua, vicchan (E, 44k, WangXian, Catboy WWX, Mpreg, Eventual Smut, Homophobia, Not JC Friendly, Cloud recesses study Era)

forces of attraction by bleuett (M, 21k, wangxian, SL/XXC, no war au, cloud recesses study arc, Romantic Comedy, wwx was raised by Boashan Sanren, Idiots in Love, Developing Relationship, Accidental Marriage, Sharing a Bed, secret matchmaker lxc, Fluff, Hand Jobs, lan wangji's fight flight or fuck instincts, the inherent horniness of sword fighting, Happy Ending)

solstice: 那夏天的我们 by auberjing (E, 24k, wangxian, canon divergence, no sunshot campaign, cloud recesses study arc, masturbation, sex education, pining, smut, angst w happy ending, getting together)

Certain foolish perfect hours by danegen (E, 39k, wangxian, canon divergence, cloud recesses study arc, underage, LWJ pov, Fluff, the yin iron plot stuff is actually still happening, but lxc is hiding the plot in his qiankun sleeves, Switching, lwj is a good boy who deserves to have silly dates with his manic pixie boyfriend)

💖 The Eternal Recurrence by countingcr0ws (E, 51k, wangxian, time traveler’s wife au, underage kissing, time travel, romance, fatherhood, family, poetry, coming of age, getting together)

Straight at the Sun by diamondbruise (E, 33k, WangXian, Canon Universe, no war though, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, Misunderstandings, First Time, Anal Sex, Miscommunication, Jealousy, in abundance, Happy Ending)

Fentao-laoshi’s Guide to Cut-Sleeve Pleasures by occultings (microcomets) (E, 31k, wangxian, canon divergence, pining while fucking, friends with benefits, first time, cloud recesses study arc, practice kissing, sharing a bed, jealousy, getting together, confessions, happy ending)

Lead Me On Through by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 54k, wangxian, Arranged Marriage, Practice Kissing, practice other things, horny boys in love, questionable logic, Questionable Choices, light knives, Happy Ending)

Teach Me The Ways by likeafox (E, 58k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, The Porn Is the Plot, lots of banging in here folks, [slaps side of fic] this baby can hold so much weird sex stuff in it, but also many many feelings)

We all have a Hunger by KatAnni (T, 23k, wangxian, nighthunts, cloud recesses study arc, getting to know each other, getting together, implied/referenced child abuse, ghosts, dogs, panic attacks, hurt LWJ, minor injuries, fever, starvation, homelessness, WWX’s childhood, WWX’s canonical cynophobia, whump, angst w happy ending)

That Kind of Dream by KeriArentikai (M, 7k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Light Angst, Teen horniness, Teen intense feelings, Dry Humping, Coming In Pants, Getting Together, No Sunshot Campaign)

❤️ Gentians in bloom by teawater (M, 251k, WangXian, XiQing, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Political Marriage, Dysfunctional Family, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It, LQR bashing (not really), POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Eventual Happy Ending, BAMF WWX, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, madam yu bashing (again not completely), MXY Deserves Better)

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[dramioneasks]

Hi. Can you recommend any hogwarts era fics where some jealous girl (might be pansy, astoria, daphne, ginny, literally anyone) is scheming to get draco and humiliate hermione? Bonus points if they team up with harry or ron

The Lonely Hearts by HeyMrsPotter - M, 26 Chapters - Post war dramione fic. Hermione returns to Hogwarts without Harry and Ron. Everyone has changed, including her. But are all changes for the best?

Illusioned - Shannona - E, 36 chapters, Words: 208,394 - Hermione returns to Hogwarts to complete her final year as Head Girl! With the Battle of Hogwarts over and the wizarding world uniting and attempting to return to peace-time, she says goodbye to her two best friends as they head to Auror training. Little did she know that her world would soon be turned upside by a person she had never expected to become a part of her life, let alone drag her into his. Plot Notes - Draco and his mother defected to the Order after the incident at Malfoy Manor (TDH), fighting on their side in the Battle. The story jumps back and forth from present-day (Hermione in her early-mid 20’s) to Hermione in Hogwarts.

Kiss Me Freely By: Emerald-Kisses - M, 27 chapters, Words: 207,011 - Sequel to MCMM. As lovers in a biased world, Hermione and Draco strive to fight against the war that was caused by their love, as friends and family fight to 'rescue' them from one another. Will their love survive this last year at Hogwarts or will everything fall apart? COMPLETE!

Above the Clouds by cathyyy - M, 43 chapters - Hermione is back for her seventh year at Hogwarts. Over one year has passed since the war and she finds herself changed by the experience. She needs something, someone. But everyone around her act like nothing ever happened, except for one. Draco Malfoy. With him as her teacher in flying, can she find a way to heal?

Midday Lovers By: GrandeVanillaSkimLatte - M, 15 chapers, Words: 27,413 - They just can’t seem to keep their hands to themselves and this gets them in all sorts of trouble. But what happens when their secret is nearly exposed? DracoHermione.

Internal Yearning by LittleLowe - M, 28 chapters - As if becoming a Veela wasn’t bad enough, he had to go and find out his mate was one Hermione Granger. Merlin, he was in for a rough year at Hogwarts.

-Lisa

[boomie-mudokon]

Beach

If you could be one place right now, where would you be?

Hmm…I'unno, I already living the dream!! Although me want to visit those shrines on the mountains, that’d be aces!!

[hopefully-hellbound]

My submission (ha!) for @inkyquince 's Omega hunt collab! Turned out way longer than i intended but oh well

M!Briar X NB!Harpy!Defiant!PC

CW for dubcon, power imbalance, blood, Briar being Briar, group (in the literal background), manipulation

You run.

Starting off is the hardest, with all the alphas right on your tail, you jump to the side to avoid the mayor's slimy grasp, you let go of your school blazer when a slim woman grabs it.

Left and right you see other omegas being jumped, clothes torn and screams tearing out of their throats as theyre mounted - your friends, people you watched grow up with you. It's horrifying, you should stop and help, every instinct in you is telling you to help someone, anyone...

You see Robin ahead as they dart towards the beach, and that's enough for you.

Robin's safe, for now.

You run.

You're an athletic thing, clever and defiant, you've gotten a reputation in this town and while it usually helps people think twice about messing with you, today it paints a target on your back as everyone wants to be the one to claim the Scar, such a notorious little scrapper. You look to your right and see a man advancing, a well aimed kick to the groin seems to make him change his mind. He won't be the first tonight.

You reach the shopping mall and climb, hiding on top as you take a moment to just breathe, clear your mind.

Hard to achieve when your brain is getting foggy, slick coating your thighs from your persistently more aroused sex.

You're running out of time.

Think, you pause, think.

You run through your mind to try to think of a safe place in town, maybe a safe person that would take care of your heat without-

....

Doesn't exist.

Not inside the town, at least.

The thought would almost sadden you had you not lived your whole life in here. You have noone you could trust.

But outside of town...

You stand on the edge of the roof, one hand casually rubbing your crotch without you even noticing, as your sharp eyes scan the horizon.

Tower on the moor, you realize.

The one place noone would dare to come to.

Your spine tingles from the effort of hiding your true self, but you dont have to for long, because the entrance to the roof gets suddenly kicked down and you're facing Remy and his goons, advancing. Remy says something about farms and what a menace you are, but you grin, your eyes looking different when you open them again.

If you survive this night, it will be more than worth it just for seeing that rat bastard's face when you flipped him off and jumped right off of the edge.

Your strong wings glide you safely to the ground, and when you dont have to supress them, you feel a bit at ease - you can now focus fully on supressing your upcoming heat. Wind in your hair and Remy's shouting dying in the distance help, too.

But you land eventually, now with a goal in mind. If you can just make it to the moor, you're sure your mate will find you, and you'll spend the rest of the night draining his balls until he pleads for more. Sounds like the best scenario you could wish for, especially with Remy behind you and not around his farm.

..

You shouldn't think about your mate's thick cock in you, the way it slithers out of the little slit in his body. The way he's so easy to pin down once you straddle him, lets you-

You whine audibly and nearly collapse, just the thoughts clouding your brain with lust that you can't afford right now. Youre in the industrial backstreets, and thats a terrible place to collapse at. You think you should try to make it to the coast and then fly as far as you can, youre sure your mate will find you if you just set your foot to the moor, you're sure, just have to-

You're tackled to the ground just when you're running past the docks, and you beat off your initial instinct of just... Getting in the mating pose. Baring yourself to the attacker, the sweet heavy weight on top of you just-

"Fuck!! You goddamn-"

"Bring them in already!"

"Fucker bit me!!"

Oh no.

He's not alone.

What's worse is, you don't know any of them. The thought of just being claimed by some rando is enough to set the fire of defiance alight once more, and you fight, oh how much you fight them. You need to be restrained by four men to stop you from lifting off of the ground, three men to hold your strong wings down to prevent you from whacking them with it. Your elbow hits someone's face in the most satisfying crunch, you smell blood in the air and it fills you with a bit of pride.

You'll have to fuck my corpse if you want me, you think, but much to your horror, they don't want you.

You dont smell alphas, just betas, and you shout insults as vile as you can think of while they drag you into a mysterious building you've never entered before.

Then the smell really hits you.

You've always wandered where town's betas and less strong alphas go to during those hunts - now you know. The place reeks of sex and despair and people, you see a few poor omegas being passed around, blank eyes and drooly faces as every open hole of theirs is violated by a lust-blinded alpha or beta. One hasnt been broken in yet, you recognize the girl from the orphanage, the one who always lost her backpack and you'd help her find it, shes stuffed with two thick cocks in her ass, her useless cock hard and dripping... Her scream when the man behind her bites down on her neck rips your heart apart, it's the most horrifying sound you've ever heard, enough to freeze you in place for a good second.

Doors behind you lock and the men start grabbing at your clothes, you're tremblind with lust but you cant end up like this, you won't!

Your eyes panickly scan the room for a way out, any way out, anything but being left at mercy of those animals. Doors are locked with chains, windows are blocked, heavy scent of hormones and sex is making your head so dizzy you know it's only a matter of minutes, maybe seconds, before you're reduced to nothing but a cock hungry omega.

Then your eyes meet his.

It's one man that sits above everyone, the VIP section of whatever godforsaken facility youve been dragged into. He sits calmly, legs spread like he owns the place, long brown hair falling to his shoulders. Open blazer with nothing underneath, showing off a golden necklace, rose tattoos. Something about him radiates power, but what really drives you in, is the shine of gold decorating each of his fingers, makes your stupid bird brain chirp in interest.

That should do, you think.

Better than some random.

You were so busy you hadn't even noticed a man nosing around your scent gland, it makes you shiver in disgust, but you stick your hand in your pants' pocket for the last pepper spray you have on you - it's now or never. His scream is music to your ears but you push him aside, you bite, kick, flail your wings around until everyone lets go of you for one precious moment- and you rise from the floor, fly all across the room.

Only to collapse in front of the pretty man and his pretty rings.

He cocks an eyebrow, but raises his hand to stop his beta guards from attacking you.

"It's not a threat - are you, darling?~"

His voice is like a symphony to your ears, so rich and smooth. You think you'd hate his smugness usually, but today it makes your juices overflow.

Alpha, alpha, breed me, mark-

You shake your head like a wet dog, but train of thoughs has left the station and you're just trying to run after it, hold onto any semblence of yourself.

"And what are you, an angel?"

He's so calm, but you can smell him, not an alpha on supressants. Just one in control.

You're on your knees by his feet, and look at him, at the man making a couch look like a throne the way he sits on it.

"If- if you want me to be."

You manage to get out, rising on your knees, your hands running up his legs, to his thighs. He seems amused.

"Is that so."

You nod your head ferociously, only for him to experimentally place his hand on top of it, and you downright purr. You know your wings and tail are all puffed out behind you, his touch -and those rings- feels just so right...

He craddles your chin and you melt in his touch, the defiance he saw when watching you fight off his men seemingly completely gone.

"And what brought you here, darling? To my feet?~"

"Y-your men."

You know they work for him, there's no other way. The world should work for him, you think, for him and his pretty eyes like emeralds.

"Mmm... But they only brought you to this place, you went to my feet all on your own~"

Fuck me! you want to scream, the conversation is killing you despite how pretty his voice is - his cock is inches away from you, and you move forward to try to mouth at it through his pants, get the point across.

The slap you recieve sends you flying, you fall on your ass and look at him with wide open eyes.

"Don't be crude now, darling. You think you deserve this?"

He smiles down at you, and your bottom lip trembles - rejection might make you cry, you realize, even though you haven't cried in years.

"Please." you mutter, shaking hand holding on your cheek, your lip where the rings broke it. You hope you're pretty with some blood on you, you hope he thinks so.

"Please, dont- don't let them..."

You still hear omegas screaming behind you, you want anything but that and this man is your last hope.

"I'll- i'll do anything, i'm good at- at t-things..."

"Oh? And what things would that be, darling?~"

You sigh happily at the nickname, it feels so good, someone nice to you... You're not sure if you can speak much anymore, your pants are soaked through and through from just how wet you are. You just lean forward and set something in his hand as your answer.

The man stares in amusement at his own ring that you stole and returned, and he had no idea. It's a pretty one, gold with a ruby, it's shaped like a dragon wrapping around itself, ruby is his eye.

"You can steal?~"

"A-and fight! And fly and run and- a-and-"

Your words get lost as you try to think of more, any more skills that could be useful to such a man, but a wave of heat hits you harder than any before, and you topple over, hands between your legs with a whimper.

"please..."

"You poor thing~"

His foot is so close to yor face like this, it nudges at your cheek. Fancy shoes, you recognize in the distant corner of your brain. Real leather. He doesnt have to do much more to prompt you, your lips are on it before you even know what youre doing.

You are vaguely aware of how much you're gonna hate yourself when this is done, how quickly you were reduced to licking a stranger's shoe just to get them to fuck you, but youre past the point of caring.

Your hand sneaks in your pants and you shove two fingers inside of yourself, you're so wet they go in without a problem, your otherwise unused hole... The man's rough grip on your hair stops you though, he pulls your head up.

"I don't remember allowing you to do that, little bird."

You whine like a beaten dog, but good news are, you can see his crotch now. And just how much tighter those pants look all of sudden.

"Oh you poor, weak minded creature... You really want to be mine that badly?"

Tears pour down your cheeks, blood from your split lip. You want to be his, yes, he put it right, you think you're going to die if you don't get his cock in you right fucking now.

Luckily, his pupils are blown wide open, cock straining against his pants. In control or not, he's still an alpha, and he can't resist a leaking omega slobbering over his feet.

You cry out in relief when he yank you on his lap, sobbing out little 'thank you's and 'please's and 'take me's.

"Don't expect me to be this nice to you next time, little bird."

He sighs in your ear and you know, you just know, that on any other day, you'd hate him. His smug smile and predatory eyes. Hands that now hold your waist as you can't get your pants off fast enough. Heart that beats right under where your nails scratch his exposed skin.

Then you finally get to sit on his cock and feel so stupid to think that you could ever hate someone that feels so right inside you.

Your wings puff out the moment the world washes away, thick alpha cock filld you up and you can do nothing but sob and hold onto him tighter. Tighter so that he can't ever push you away again.

"I love you i love you alpha please please alpha-"

Words spill from your mouth when he pounds into you from below, grunts coming from him too as he finally loses his composure.

Right there, in omega hell, he shows you the heaven - and you love and hate him so much for that.

He's the one who gasps and grabs your hair and pulls you in a kiss, wide open green eyes burning into yours as if he can't look away from your strange bird pupils. His hands dont leave your wings, the place where skin meets the feathers is so sensetive and you see stars when he grabs onto it. Using your wings as handles as he fucks you bent over the couch, any composure he had lost the more time he spends pounding away in that beautiful, perfect, soaking wet little hole of yours.

His guards arent sure where to look.

You aren't sure how much time has passed, how many times you've cum around him, but you're sitting on the couch, legs around his waist as he fucks into you, when you start to feel him get sloppier. Deeper.

You know what's coming - hint, it's him.

It's a beautiful moment, you vaguely think while you plead him to breed you.

You get to see his wild face, hair out of place, green eyes clouded with lust. Reduced to an animal. Animal with fangs out, you vaguely notice, and in response turn your head away so he could reach your scent gland, and he does, he doesn't even have the mind to stop himself. He bites down and he's yours and youre his and he's yours.

You chirp like a bird when he finally comes, fils you up, his knot so big it keeps all of him stuffed inside of you without any leaks. His tongue is feverishly licking at his bitemark on your gland, the bond that connects you, now and forever.

You feel a sense of pride, again.

Man this powerful, who seemed this put together, in control.

He belongs to you now.

You see it in his eyes when they clear up and he's aware of what he's just done, and you grin in response at your mate.

"... Tricky little bird."

The man mutters, and you bring his hand close to your exhausted face, kissing his knuckles. Kissing every ring, tongue wrapping around each finger once he shoves them in your mouth.

He's yours and you're his, forever.

Those rings should now also be yours, you think.

The man doesn't protest when you take the dragon one and slide it on your own hand, he maybe likess how your tired eyes light up with greed when you see it around your thumb - every other finger too small for it.

"Uh... Briar? What now?"

One of the guards anxiously asks, struggling to hide his own erection, and his boss frowns as he notices.

"... I'll think about it in the morning. Make sure everything's cleaned up by the time we open."

He picks you up, still stuck on his knot, and you wrap your hands around his shoulders, sighing in content.

You don't feel like you've lost the fight tonight, oddly.

It's confirmed when Alpha takes you to his room, his bed, pretending he wants to get some rest and not feeling that craving to take you to a nest.

You're still stuck on him when you cuddle up to go to sleep, pressing a kiss he can't bring himself to refuse on his neck.

You'll be fine, you think.

You can use the curse nature gave you to your advantage now.

You play with the shint necklace around his neck as you slowly drift to sleep - the necklace has a pendant with a letter B on it.

Briar, huh?

Your property has a name now. And more shiny things than anyone in town, it seems.

And now its all yours.

[ameliora-j]

𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕥 // 𝕣𝕨 𝕩 𝕙𝕡 𝕩 𝕟𝕝 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → you ask vampire!ron and his friends to use you however they want

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → smut, blood kink, spit kink, vampire au, predator/prey, foursome, anal, plugs, squirting, overstimulation, oral (m! and f!receiving), heavy degradation, a little bit of praise, blood consumption, power imbalance, hints of dubcon, safeword is in place, hair pulling, choking, mention of bruising, dacryphilia, creampie, vibrator, spanking, clit spanking, power imbalance, i didn’t write the aftercare but aftercare does occur after

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 → 4.4k

𝕒/𝕟 → babe wake up ameliora-j is posting again

the conversation occurred one night after you had come down from the amazing high that ron had given you. your breaths were heavy, your eyes clouded with lust, your mind foggy, and you looked like his chew toy. blood was dripping from your neck, both of your biceps, your hip, and both of your thighs. marks. he did this every time and it never failed to send you into wonderland. you smiled dazedly up at him on the bed, his cold and chiseled body pinning you to the bed as you deliriously murmured “i have a proposition.”

“yes beloved?” he hums softly.

“i want you to take me.” you murmur softly

“what?” he furrows his brows, slowly pulling himself out of you to lay beside you on the bed.

“you and your friends…” you murmur softly. “i have this fantasy of you guys chasing me. late at night in a dark alley, and then dragging me back to your place and taking me while i’m blindfolded,” you whisper shyly.

“and you wish that i make this real?” he hums, amusedly.

“yes please,” you whisper with a small nod.

“well then… whatever your filthy little mind desires beloved,” he murmurs softly, pressing a kiss to the arch of your brow. “now sleep little human. i worked you over pretty good,” he chuckles softly. with a nod of agreement, you turn to lay on his chest and fall into a peaceful dream. 

you expected it to happen. his friends all had cool powers, aside from super strength–mind reading, seeing the future, flying, mind control, power over emotions… not to mention they were all extremely luring. the very essence of them exuded lust and dominance. it happened so soon after the conversation. ron double and triple checked that you were okay with it before you actually followed through with the plan. he drove you to a mostly abandoned part of town. his friends were in the car with you two. ron drove while you rode shotgun. he drove you guys to an empty street and parked. “you ready?” he hummed softly, turning to look at you.

“yeah,” you nodded softly “ready ronnie,” you whispered.

“okay beloved. are you clear on the rules?” he asked. you nodded once more, causing ron to give you a pointed look, letting you know that he wanted to hear you recite them.

you took a deep breath, nodding once more before you began. “i get a ten second head start. run as fast as i can for as long as i can. no hiding spots, just running. when one of you catches up to me, i get to choose whether i want to run again or come willingly. if i run again then my punishment becomes much harsher. if at any point i want to stop the game, i say red. if i am unable to speak, i tap you three times and everything stops, and they leave. no questions asked.” you report, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“good girl,” ron whispers, kissing your head softly “i love you,” he murmurs. you repeat the words before getting out of the car and running as fast as you can. you knew that it was pointless. they were all much faster than you. their heightened senses allowed them to smell you. plus, ron was your mate. he could feel everything you felt. your scent was much stronger than any other smell infiltrating ron’s senses. 

it was erotic. you could feel every emotion that ron felt. the adrenaline, the arousal, the dominance, the lust. it was dripping off of him and you felt every single hormone coursing through your veins. your heart was pounding out of your chest, breath coming out in short pants as you raced through the empty streets. you were filled with both anxiety and lust. you could feel your soaked panties sticking to your core. your feet pounded against the pavement as you ran faster and faster. you weaved and dodged around trees and poles, swerving to take sharp turns as fast as your feet would allow you to.

you knew one of them was behind you, though you weren’t sure which one. you could hear him, his feet pounding against the pavement at a much faster pace than yours–though his superhuman speed allowed him to, so he was at a clear advantage currently. your breathing picked up and so did your heartbeat. you could feel him getting closer, his aura loomed over you. dark and brooding. you somehow knew that it wasn’t your ronnie, even though you couldn’t see him.

strong arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you harshly into a rock solid chest. you let out a loud squeal, shouting “no!” only to be met with a sadistic chuckle.

“your heart is beating like a hummingbird, little human,” he chuckled darkly. suddenly there was a whoosh beside you, your hair blowing in the wind they created. it was then that you discovered that it was harry’s hold you were currently in, as ron and neville appeared beside you.

“seems as though we’ve caught you, little human” ron smirked darkly at you.

“now i believe that you’ve got a choice to make,” neville smirked. 

“i…” you gulped loudly, taking a deep breath to compose yourself “i want to run,” you nod surely.

the three vampires surrounding you let out simultaneous brooding chuckles. “let ‘er go then harry,” ron smirked. harry nodded, releasing his tight grip on you and allowing you to run again. “ten!” ron called, and you wasted no more time. you jumped into action, sprinting as fast as you could into the dark night, all while you could still hear ron shouting out his countdown behind you.

“we’re coming little human!” he tauntingly called, and your heart rate sped up tenfold. you twisted and turned into dark alleys, running as fast as you humanly could and trying to get away from them. 

“found you,” you heard a macabre drawl behind you. 

“no!” you shrieked, dodging his hold and turning down another street. “fuck!” you shouted as you realized that the street was a dead end. 

“have you ceased your running beloved?” ron hummed from behind you.

“yes,” you whispered breathlessly. to human ears, the sound was inaudible, but you knew that his heightened senses allowed him to hear you. you heard three dark chuckles behind you and your shoulders sunk in defeat. 

“good girl,” ron grunted in your ear, stepping so his body was flush against yours. his hand gripped your throat, roughly tilting your head up. he buried his nose into the column of your throat, inhaling deeply up your jugular before sinking his teeth deep into his favorite spot on your neck. your knees buckled and you let out a high pitched moan, weakly falling back against him. he sucked softly at your neck, moaning into your throat. the action alone caused your clit to thrum against your panties and your cunt to clench around nothing. you could’ve cum on the spot just from the pleasure of drinking your blood. “your blood is orgasmic, beloved,” ron moaned softly into your neck. 

you lost time between ron biting your neck and you ending up in the playroom. a dark blindfold covered your eyes and all four of your limbs were tied to the bed. you were naked, spread eagle as they loomed above you—you couldn’t see them, but you could feel them. staring at you, like you were a fresh piece of steak. “we can hear your heartbeat, hummingbird,” you couldn’t see him… but you knew it was harry. he was the one that had referred to you as ‘hummingbird’ earlier.

“can also smell you,” neville. you had to venture a guess. it was a different voice from harry’s and you knew it wasn’t your ronnie. 

“you smell ravishing beloved,” ron murmured. “are you ready, sweetheart?” he asked softly. 

“yeah,” you nodded “ready,” you hummed softly. the silence was deafening. you only heard the sounds of belts being unbuckled and clothes shuffling off. 

“can they bite you, beloved?” ron hummed, suddenly beside your head as he stroked your hair.

“yeah,” you breathed out shakily. you heard the three men snickering as their bodies covered every inch of your skin. you let out a soft whine as you felt teeth sinking into your jugular, and you knew it was ron. two more sets of fangs pierced the meatiest part of your left hip, and the outside of your thigh. your mind was swimming in lust as each of them sucked at their respective parts of your body.

“fuck hummingbird. you truly do taste ravishing,” harry breathed. he sounded further than ron, but the fangs in your thigh were still more than present, so you gathered that he was sucking at your hip while neville fed from your thigh. you let out a squeal as neville further spread your thighs and used the hand that wasn’t holding your leg to gently rub your clit.

“oh” you moaned out, bucking your hips into his hand. ron shushed you gently, pulling away from your neck and licking at the blood that dripped from the two punctures as harry held your hips down. neville finally pulled his mouth away from your thigh, continuing to rub your clit in harsher circles as ron pressed his lips to yours and harry’s lips wrapped around your hardened nipple. you keened into ron’s mouth as neville pushed two fingers into your slippery opening and curled them up to hit your gspot.

“come on beloved,” ron whispered softly against your lips “know it never takes you long,” he teases with a dark chuckle. neville’s thumb moved to circle around your clit as harry continued to suck and tweak your hardened nipples. your mind was swimming, your cunt dripping onto neville’s hand as your back careened off of the mattress into a high c shape as your orgasm exploded onto his arm and chest. “good girl,” ron chuckled softly.

they allowed you a few seconds of recuperation before springing into action again. “untie ‘er,” ron hummed softly. “wanna get a go at all ‘er pretty holes tonight,” he murmured to his friends. you whimpered softly at the prospect of three vampires taking turns on each of your holes all night. ron alone was already very well endowed, and you could only assume that all of his friends were as well. you felt the ropes being undone from your limbs and you were manhandled into a new position. 

you could hear whispers, but you couldn’t make out what they said, as they decided upon the rotation of your holes. you felt like a cheap whore—giving your holes up to three men, two of whom were basically strangers. yet somehow, you loved every second of it. they spoke about you as if you weren’t in the room as they moved you around into new positions and passed you around like a rag doll. 

you felt large hands around your waist, flipping you around to be laid on your tummy before pulling your hips up and pressing the heel of their palm into your shoulder blades. your ass and cunt were on perfect display, and your head buried in the sheets. “turn your head,” you heard a rough grunt. you had no time to process before a hand was gripping your jaw and roughly turning your head to the side. 

fingers began to twist the plug that ron had used to stretch you before your little game of “tag.” they were all preparing to ravish you, and wreck each of your holes until you had no thoughts in your brain but them and their cocks. the plug was pulled from you and you heard the cap of the lube opening as three cocks lined up with each of your holes. there was no warning before they began, each of them sheathing the entire length of themselves into you. you coughed and gagged and sputtered around the cock in your mouth as the one in your pussy pistoned into your gspot. 

hands gripped your hair, pulling and pushing you off of their cock as they thrusted roughly, deep into the back of your throat. “fuck this little ass is gripping me like a vice,” you heard one of them groan out. 

“pretty little cunt is creaming around me. god look at this, filthy little fucking slut, y’makin a mess,” ron tsked teasingly. a hand came and wrapped itself around your throat, making the owner of the cock in your mouth let out a loud moan as fingers twirled your clit around.

“atta girl, cum again hummingbird,” harry teased, leaning in and piercing your neck with his fangs once again. 

“‘s okay beloved, just keep cummin’” ron beckoned “this isn’t for you baby, you're just our little toy for the night” ron hummed. your body convulsed around the three boys, your nails scratching at ron’s chest as you felt yourself soaking his abdomen. 

“oh fuck” neville groaned loudly as his cum shot down your throat. you sputtered over it due to the unexpectedness, but he grabbed your throat “swallow it, slut” he grunted out, roughly slapping your cheek with the palm of his hand. you moaned loudly, following his instruction and swallowing his cum before you felt them pulling out and switching your position again. 

in this new position, you were sitting on one of their laps, your legs spread wide, being parted by their thighs. the blindfold was torn off of your eyes and you were met with ron standing above you with a dark smirk. you sat on neville’s lap and harry was laid between your spread thighs on his tummy. “keep your eyes open,” ron mumbled “watch us wreck you,” he smirked before pushing his cock between your lips. neville pushed into your ass as harry’s lips wrapped around your clit. your moans were loud, only being muffled by ron’s cock as he pistoned into your mouth, surely bruising your throat. 

you were stretched wide around neville’s cock, your nails digging into his thigh as the three men all had their way with you. this is exactly what you desired. if you were to look down at your body, you were nearly positive that you would look like their chew toy right now. before you knew it, your cum was leaking out of your hole and into harry’s accepting mouth. they didn’t let up, in fact they only went harder. ron gripped your head to keep it still as he fucked roughly into your mouth, no care for the discomfort and bruises that it was leaving your throat with. 

you choked around ron’s cock as neville held a tight grip on your hips, keeping you in place as he fucked up into your tight hole. you heard the vibrations before you felt them. strong and harshly placed directly onto your clit as harry’s tongue fucked into your sopping hole.

“such a little fucking slut,” neville grunted as his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. you moaned loudly around ron’s cock as you came once again on harry’s face. ron moaned loudly as he came down your throat and you swallowed around him.

“how many is that now, hummingbird?” harry teased “four?” he hummed out.

“worthless little whore,” ron teased “open your mouth,” he demanded, squeezing your cheeks roughly. you opened your mouth, lolling out your tongue and allowing each of the three boys to spit into the open cavern. ron forcibly shut your jaw once more, making you swallow as they switched around their positions again. this time, ron took your ass, harry your mouth, and neville your pussy. 

neville roughly turned you to be laying on your stomach as he laid beneath you and ron kneeled up on the bed behind you. they wasted no time before beginning to pound into your well overworked holes. your face was buried in neville’s neck, moaning loudly as they continued to pound into you, no care for your wellbeing or pleasure. you were swimming in ecstasy, braindead with how well they were fucking you. you were sure to have bruises on your body tomorrow morning—reminders of how well they were currently fucking you over. 

before you could even register anything, you were cumming on neville’s cock for the fifth time that night. you were way past overstimulated. you were pliant, your body malleable and unwilling to fight off their grips—not that you wanted to anyway. your head was spinning with pleasure as they pulled out of you, neville cumming on your tummy and ron on your ass before they were switching your position once more.

“no,” you whined softly, gently pushing at harry’s abdomen as his tip gently prodded your sopping wet hole.

“no?” harry chuckled teasingly, slapping your clit with the head of his cock “baby, you’re fuckin drenched” he laughed softly.

“you’re fine beloved,” ron hummed softly “just a few more. spread your legs and take it like the good little whore i know you can be,” he nodded. you whimpered softly, spreading your thighs wider and allowed harry to push into you. this one was much softer than the rest. his thrusts were slow, but deliberate. harry bent your leg over his shoulder, allowing him to plunge directly into your gspot just as ron placed the vibrator on your clit on the lowest setting. you moaned aloud at the sensation, the sound being cut off by neville pushing his cock into your mouth and thrusting slowly. 

this pace allowed you the bit of rest and recuperation that you needed. they took it slow, allowing you to catch your breath and really feel the sensations that they were giving your body. “good girl,” harry whispered as he felt you clenching around him, soaking his cock in your sixth release of the night as he pulled out, stroking his cock until he released onto your mound. at the same time, neville pulled out of your mouth, rapidly stroking his cock until he came on your face with a loud moan.

“you look so pretty like this,” ron whispered, stroking your hair behind your ear as he took harry’s place between your legs. harry positioned himself in front of your face as neville grabbed the vibrator. one thing about vampires… they had some serious stamina. ron could go all night if you allowed him to. 

you whimpered quietly as neville pressed the vibrator to your clit—this setting slightly higher than the one that harry had used. ron slowly pushed into your pussy, groaning at the feeling of your tight, messy hole stretching around him as harry slowly fucked your mouth. you were a mess of your own cum, drool, and blood. their cum painted your body as well—making you the prettiest canvas they could ever have created. 

harry pushed deep into your throat, forcing your head down into the tuft of curls at the base of his cock and holding you there as ron repeatedly slammed into your gspot. you struggled to breathe through your nose, choking over the profundity of the cock that was currently in your mouth. neville spread your swollen lips, pushing back the hood of your clit and pressing the vibrator directly onto the swollen red button. harry pulled back from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting the head to your lips as drool dripped down your chin and onto your chest.

tears spilled from your eyes rapidly as you took lungfulls of air in, choking over breaths as ron continued to assault your gspot. you had given up fighting by now, lying pliant as they had their way with you. this was exactly what you asked for. to be fucked and ravished like a filthy, cheap whore. “fuck,” harry grunted, pulling out of your mouth and cumming on your chest as ron stroked his dick to finish onto your tummy. neville pulled the vibrator away, spanking your clit harshly, causing you to cry out as your release squirted all over the two boys between your legs.

“want ‘er from behind,” neville grunted as they switched positions once more, manhandling you onto your hands and knees. ron sat on the bed beside your head, pulling you so that you were knelt between his spread thighs and forcing your head down onto his cock. neville spanked your ass a few times before pushing his cock into your wrecked cunt. harry pushed the vibrator onto your clit as neville pushed two fingers into your ass, thrusting them in time with his sharp thrusts against your gspot. you whimpered around ron’s thick cock as he gripped your hair tightly, moving your head up and down on his cock. drool was dripping down around him, creating a small puddle on the bed between his legs as he forced his cock down your throat. 

you let out a scream around his cock as harry turned the vibrator onto the highest setting, placing it directly on your clit. neville pulled out and you felt his cum hitting the backs of your thighs as ron’s cum shot into your mouth and you squirted once more. “don’t swallow,” ron demanded. “open your mouth. i want to watch it drip down your body like the filthy fucking whore that you are,” he chuckled sadistically. you followed his order, opening your mouth wide and allowing his cum and your drool to fall from your mouth in a perfect mixture, sliding slowly down your chin and chest. 

ron slid down, laying his head on the pillow and grabbing your hips, pulling you to straddle his face. you moaned out, reaching forward to grip the headboard as neville roughly bent you over, pushing his cock into your puckering hole. your moans were endless as ron ruthlessly licked and sucked at your cunt while neville completely wrecked your hole. harry began to stroke his cock, moaning outright at the pornographic scene before his eyes as you came all over ron’s face. “can’ take more,” you whined.

“we already told you we don’t care little human,” neville chuckled darkly, pushing his hips against your ass and groaning as he came.

“this is not for you, hummingbird,” harry grunted, kneeling up and painting your back with his cum.

“you’re merely three holes for the pleasure of three men,” ron hummed softly, pulling off of your sensitive clit with a small ‘pop.’

“you better not waste a single drop of my cum, slut,” neville commanded, enunciating his point with a rough slap to your ass as he pulled out, allowing ron to take over your ass and harry your cunt. you whined softly as your knees gave out, sinking yourself further onto harry’s mouth as ron fucked into you with fervor. neville knelt beside you, taking your hand and wrapping it around his cock, he wrapped his hand around your’s and stroked his cock as you violently twitched in the hold of the three men. 

harry wasn’t letting up the pace of his mouth on your cunt, continuing to lick and suck violently at your clit as you convulsed on top of him. “gonna cum beloved. you gonna take it like a good sllut?” ron grunted, his fangs piercing your neck once more.

“yes,” you whined “yes yes yes fuck!” you yelled, squirting on harry’s face as neville’s cum shot into your hand and ron’s in your ass.

“don’t waste a drop you ungrateful little slut,” ron demanded, slapping your ass as he pulled out and they switched positions once more. this time, harry had your ass and neville your cunt. you fell limply on your bed, neville holding your hips still as you twitched in overstimulation on his face while harry rapidly fucked your ass. ron’s cock looked so inviting as he stroked it in front of your face. you lolled your tongue out, hoping to catch even a small drop when he inevitably finished.

he chuckled at the trance his cock had you in. “filthy little girl,” harry grumbled, gripping your throat tightly and pulling you so that your back was forced against his chest as he forced his cock into your ass over and over. “gonna fill you up slut. the way you always should be,” he grunted, groaning loudly as he came deep in your ass, filling you to the brim with the seed of the three men. you whimpered as he released your throat, forcing you to fall onto the bed with nothing to hold you up, just as ron released all over your face. you moaned loudly, cumming on the spot as harry pushed a thick plug into your ass. “gotta keep you nice ‘n full hummingbird,” he hummed, patting the plug before slapping your ass a few times. 

ron lifted you up, roughly manhandling you to the floor, tying your wrists behind your back and then to your ankles. “look at us,” he commanded as they all began to rapidly stroke their cocks.

“open your mouth,” neville grunted as he fucked his cock. you followed his order, lolling out your tongue as you stared up at them with glossy eyes. the three of them let out simultaneous loud moans as their cum spurted out of their cocks and onto your face, chest, and tongue. 

“don’t swallow yet,” ron demanded as they all kneeled, ron behind you and neville and harry next to one of your thighs. you moaned loudly as you felt their fangs sink into your skin, ron piercing his favorite place on your neck. they sucked for a few seconds before ron gripped your throat and forced your head up. he smirked darkly at you, lips stained red as he spit your blood into your mouth. the feeling was erotic. neville and harry each followed suit before ron gripped your jaw, forcing your mouth closed “now swallow slut,” he hummed. you didn’t dare disobey him.

you looked like the perfect mixture of a pornstar. your hair was a mess, and your body was dripping with their cum and your drool, plug nestled in your ass, keeping you full of their cum. your cunt was dripping with mixtures of your cum and their’s. your face was stained with a mixture of their cum, and your makeup and tears, and blood dripped from the small puncture wounds that the three vampires inflicted on various parts of your body. you looked ethereal.

“this is how you should always look, beloved” ron chuckled darkly.

“never forget that, hummingbird,” harry smirked at you.

“our pretty little painted whore,” neville hummed softly.

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[amphxtrite]

cedric diggory x fem!reader

warnings: smut, alludes to innocence kink, experienced cedric and first time reader, oral (both male and female receiving), praise kink, daddy kink, use of pet names, alcohol, fluff at the end.

do not read if you are uncomfortable.

summary: the reader has never been with anyone when she transfers to Hogwarts for her last year, what happens when a party, fire whisky and a game of ‘never have I ever’ push her to ask the infamous playboy how to love?

a/n: hey everyone, it’s been a while! bear with me this ones still being edited but I finally finished it so here you go!

hope you enjoy!

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Sunlight streams from a window into Cedric’s eyes, slowly waking him from his slumber to throw a stabbing headache at him, a consequence for his activities the previous night. Sitting up and glancing around the room that was not his, the blue and gold accents decorating the four posters made it obvious which dorm he was in, and glancing down at the mess of black hair beside him, who’s was it?

“Fuck, not again.” Cedric murmurs, standing and tugging on his trousers and buttoning up his shirt, walking out the doors as the girl in the bed begins to stir.

After winning the Triwizard tournament Cedric had become almost a celebrity in the wizard world. He was handsome, smart, and now a champion of the deadliest competitions in the world. He gave Gilderoy Lockhart a run for his money at Witch Weekly’s Most Charming smile. The fame was everything he wanted and more, and with the girls practically throwing themselves at him, it wasn’t long before he became a notorious play-boy too, rumoured to give the best anyone ever had, before disappearing the next morning.

Sitting down at the hufflepuff table, next to his mates, Cedric reaches across the table and grabs an apple from a basket in the centre of the table and takes a bite, nibbling slowly as a headache pounds through his head.

“Hello there Diggory.” A voice laughs, dropping down beside the hufflepuff. Cedric turns his head to see Zacharius staring at him with an eyebrow cocked.

“Y-Yeah, what’s up Smith?” Cedric sighs, turning his head and massaging his forehead.

“Oh don’t tell me you were drinking again cap’n!” Zacharius groans, taking a swig of milk from his cup. “Doesn’t matter.” Cedric shrugs, shaking his head.

“We’ve got a game today!” The blonde exclaims, poking Cedric in the head.

“And we’ve got it! I’m only a little hungover.” Cedric smirks, pushing Zach back with his elbow.

Zach rolls his eyes and pulls his wand out of his pocket, “this should clear your head a bit.” He states, tapping the tip to Cedric’s forehead and muttering a soft spell.

Cedric smirks, instantly feeling the cool feeling of the drink’s impact being brushed away.

“Thanks mate.” He sighs.

“No problem Ced, now let’s get down to the pitch captain, we’ve got a match to win yeah?” Zach laughs, grabbing a slice of toast.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Cedric grins, standing and walking out of the cafeteria with Smith beside him.

“Wake up sleeping beauty!” The giggle and squeal of your new roommate wakes you, followed by a pillow to your face.

“Ah- Brinley!” You groan, sitting up immediately, and grabbing the pillow before she tries to throw it again. “Today’s tour day and then a surprise!” Brinley laughs in a song-like voice.

“W-What time is it?” You sigh, bringing your hand to your eyes and rubbing away the sleepiness.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s the weekend and Hogwarts is huge!” Brinley smiles, falling onto her own four-poster and closing her curtains.

“Get changed y/n, then the tour will commence!” She declares like a quidditch commentator.

“I got it, I got it.” You call out, throwing your covers off of you and quickly getting changed, eyes still barely opened as you pull a sweater over your body and call out to Brinley.

“Brin ‘m ready.” You sigh, standing up from your mattress and tucking your wand into your pocket.

“Finally, c’mon!” The brunette cheers, throwing back her curtains and grabbing your hand to lead you out of the dorm and out the common room.

You spent the rest of the day running from class to class, from courtyard to ‘special corridors.’ Seriously, where did this girl get all her energy from?

“Oh and there are some house ghosts! Oh- over here is the Charms classroom!” Brinley continues, tugging harder on your arm and stopping abruptly.

“Brinley what the-”

You’re cut off by Brinley’s sigh of content and legs practically melting beneath her.

“Look.” She smiles in an almost dream-like voice.

Your eyebrows furrow but you follow your gaze over to a group of boys in yellow robes, laughing and shoving each other about, you note the design as quidditch uniforms, they must be a team. You glance back over at the awe-struck girl to see her smirking with her finger in her lip.

“Cedric Diggory, tall brunette with the perfect smile.” Brinley giggles, nodding at the boy in the centre. “Playboy, school golden boy, Hogwarts champion…” She sighs, leaning against you.

“He’s absolutely stunning. There’s a rumor he can get a girl’s knickers off minutes after he pulls them away.” She breathes with glee, undressing the brunette with her eyes. You smirk at her and find your gaze following the hufflepuff’s frame.

Your eyes trail up with chest, taking in his toned shoulders and strong arms before admiring his long digits underneath his tight fitting gloves, how they flex and stretch as he walks.

Finally your eyes fixate on his face. Piercing grey eyes that seemed to stay serious even while he was smiling, the colour of storm clouds over a forest, calm but strong.

Moving downwards you trace down his defined jawline and cheekbones, sure to have anyone crawling on their knees for him. Soft pink lips almost gave the illusion he was innocent, but as soon as they pulled up to reveal a smirk, you could tell he was experienced, daring, the kind of person up for any kind of challenge, even if it meant jumping in harm’s way.

It was a face everyone in the wizarding world grew to know, the handsome hufflepuff that had not only survived, but won the triwizard tournament, he’d managed to get the entire world swooning for him.

“Hey there captain, where are you heading?” Brinley calls to Cedric once he’s close enough to hear.

“Back to the common room, can I help you sunshine?” Cedric murmurs, stopping for a moment.

“I’d like you to meet my new friend, Ceddy, this is y/n.” Brinley smiles, taking your hand and pushing you forwards.

“Well hello there y/n, say that’s a pretty name.” Cedric smirks, reaching out and taking your hand.

“O-Oh, thank you.” You smile, shaking his hand gently as he raises your fingers to his lips to press a kiss to them.

“What do you say we get away?”

“We just met Diggory, don't get cocky.” You laugh, watching his smirk grow.

“Oh, so the kitten has claws?” Cedric teases at your sudden change in tone.

You blush, and Cedric chuckles softly. “No worries, nice to meet you kitten.” Cedric nods, walking off with the rest of his team.

You’re frozen for a moment, feeling the heat grow in your face and in between your legs, did that really just happen? You blink, turning back to Brinley who has a huge grin on her lips.

“Oh I can see this…” She murmurs, glancing back and forth at you and the hufflepuff.

“Didn’t you just say you like him?” You laugh, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I said he’s hot, not that I like him, there’s a difference, kitten.” She smirks smugly, putting emphasis on your new nickname.

“Haha sunshine, any chance we could go get something to eat? I’m starved.”

“Why would you need something to eat when there’s a full course meal right ahead?” She jokes, winking at you with a playful smirk.

You roll your eyes and she slaps you gently on the shoulder.

“Hey! I’m teasing, come on it’s almost lunch anyways.” Brinley giggles, grabbing your arm once again. “After lunch I’ll show you the pitch, I have a feeling you’ll love your surprise.”

Lunch is quick and uneventful, you manage to sit down long enough to grab a sandwich, but as Brinley glances around at a clock her eyes widen and she takes your hand.

“On second thought lunch can wait, your surprise starts in ten minutes and we need to get good seats!” She laughs apologetically, placing a sandwich into her mouth as she pulls you away, luckily with yours still in hand.

“Let me guess, the surprise is a quidditch game?” You question, catching up to Brinely and walking by her side.

“You got me, just thought it would be nice for your first day.” She shrugs, walking out the door of the castle and starting across a grassy field.

“Sounds fun, who’s playing?” You ask.

“Hufflepuff, obviously, and Ravenclaw, bound to be an exciting one.” Brinley squeals, swinging her arms back and forth. “Oh?” You add.

“Ever since Cedric and Cho broke up their games have been pretty interesting.” She elaborates with an awkward smile. “Some people say they still sleep together, but everyone knows it’s because they both get hot and bothered when they’re drunk in the same room.” Brinley hints, raising both of her eyebrows.

“They sound… serious?” You joke half-heartedly as the brunette beside you breaks into a fit of laughter. “Both of them have made it crystal clear they do not want to be together, both of ‘em seem to be impossible to tie down.” Brinley giggles, catching her breath to calm herself before the two of you get to the stadium. “Exciting.” You shrug, beginning to climb a flight of stairs up to the seating area with Brinley close behind you.

“Oh that’s Hogwarts for you.” She sighs playfully, pushing you further up and forwards to find a seat.

“Now, I want a nice fair game, all of you!” Madame Hooch calls to the two teams facing off at the centre of the pitch, every player nods to the referee and she throws the quaffle up into the air, signalling the beginning of the game.

“Here it goes.” Brinley smiles excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat.

You watch in awe as the chasers fly skillfully across the pitch, passing the quaffle with speed and perfect aim, only for it to be cut short by another player who then goes zooming in the other direction. The quaffle is in possession of hufflepuff, then is stolen by ravenclaw but taken back again. Every moment is filled with suspense and when Ravenclaw scores the first goal the section of the stadium filled with blue goes wild. Up above the beater’s are hitting bludgers back and forth, defending their teammates before sending it off to the other side again. Their movements are smooth and strong, hitting every swing on the dot. The keeper’s are positioned defencefully at each end of the stadium, using tactics to save the quaffle you had never seen before. They maneuvered themselves back and forth quickly and forcefully, even taking quaffles right in the stomach to stop them. You winced more than once trying to watch the Keeper’s save each goal.

Finally, up above were the seeker’s flying up, down and around the pitch in full alert for the snitch, both Cedric and Cho had their goggles pulled down over their eyes and their heads snapping back and forth every second. You could see the competitive nature in Cho with her teeth gritting everytime Cedric dove a little too quickly or turned to try and trick her. If Cedric was having fun with this he wasn’t showing it. His lips remained sealed in a tight line and by the looks of it his jaw was clenched, both of the seeker’s hair were blowing behind them even though there was almost no wind, almost blurs compared to the other player’s a little ways below. A yellow blur here and a blue blur there was all you could see, then they would stop, scan for a moment and wait. You nibbled on your bottom lip as the scores began to grow, each team displayed new tactics the other didn’t know and soon Ravenclaw was leading 170-130. Even the golden snitch wouldn’t be enough to help them win, and you could tell there was some slight hesitation on Cedric’s face as he kept scanning.

As if he knew you were staring, Cedric’s head moved for a moment, glancing down over in the direction you were sitting in and among the sea of people, he found you. Neither you or Brinley were wearing any house colours other than the colours blue and yellow painted across both of your cheeks, guess you couldn’t make a decision, he chuckles, flying a little closer to the booth you’re sitting in, and in a teasing manner he removes the outer jacket of his quidditch uniform and drops in down, right onto your lap.

“Hold onto that for me won’t you kitten? It’s getting rather hot.” He shouts, pushing back his slightly matted brown hair and throwing a wink your way. He watches you nod bashfully, before chuckling and turning back to the game. Teasing you was so fun, how could he resist.

Turning back for a moment he catches Brinley nudging you gently with her elbow and your eyes roll as your cheeks go a light shade of pink.

He grins, but then sees it, the score has changed in his favour and as his smirk rises, he dives.

Your eyes widen as you watch Cedric plummet towards the ground. Did he spot it? Did he see the golden snitch? Cho seems to notice this too and begins plummeting down in Cedric’s direction from the other side of the stadium. You lean over the edge of the railing with Cedric’s uniform still in your arms, eyes zipping about trying to find the familiar flash of gold when, out of nowhere, Cedric looks up, and pulls the front of his broom forwards and skywards again. A loud uproar erupts from the crowd at the stunt Cedric manages to pull, leaving Cho gritting her teeth harder and stopping for a moment right at the ground before pulling up again.

Up above where Cedric was heading, you saw it. The golden snitch flutters above the stadium moving from left to right, up and down. You look over at the scoreboard and your mouth drops. 170-150, Cedric had spotted the snitch at the perfect time right as he had distracted Cho into thinking he was diving for it. You’re sitting on the edge of your seat as the chase begins. By now the sky was already changing colours, the bright azure had faded into a mix of baby blue and pink, creating a very serene backdrop for such a heart-racing chase. The snitch was as mischievous as ever, dropping down, moving to the side, up and then running away with Cedric right behind, his fingers just grazing the back of the shining snitch before losing touch again.

Cho was beginning to catch up and her gritting teeth changed into a smirk as she began to tail Cedric. Her arm raises and she begins to push herself further, almost neck and neck with the hufflepuff when the snitch jumps up suddenly, pausing for a moment as if to watch the two seekers practically leave it behind.

To it’s dismay however, a hand wraps around it at the last moment and grips it tight. The whistle is blown and every stand erupts in cheer.

Cedric sat on his broom, panting and throwing his fist, containing the snitch up into the air over and over again. A huge grin is plastered on his face as he cheers in victory and his team swarms him and starts patting each other on the back. The group of seven touch down and cheer in unison as the stands begin cheering a mix of “hufflepuff” and “Cedric” You smile, watching the seeker high five his team mates and push back his hair once again.

You don’t even realize you’re clutching his quidditch robe right against your chest until the scent wafts up into your nose and your eyes slowly drift downwards.

At first all you can smell is faint hints of citrus lingering for a moment, but taking a deep breath the soft but powerful mix of musk and sandalwood cologne fills your senses, you smile. The earthy cologne suited Cedric. Glancing around, there seemed to be no eyes on you, so you raise the fabric closer to your nose and get hit full force by the sweet aroma. It was just strong enough to make your knees go weak, but not enough to be overpowering, perfect. You smile to yourself, but feel a pair of eyes looking at you. Looking down at the pitch again, your eyes meet a pair of sharp gray ones and you know he has caught you. Cedric smirks tracing his tongue over his teeth before turning and walking into the changeroom.

“Hufflepuff won so you know what that means!” Brinley squeals, taking your hand gently and helping you stand. “What?”

“Party in the common room tonight dummy, come on!” She exclaims, tugging you off again.

“But the ro-” You interject.

“You can give it to him at the party, now hurry up!” Brinley cheers, cutting you off and running with you in tow back to the castle.

By the time Cedric and the rest of the hufflepuff team reached the common room, the area was already filled with dancing students, drinks and people making out left and right. Cheers and applause went up for a moment as the winning team stepped into the busy room, before stopping again so the partying could continue.

Your eyes had been scanning the entrance ever since you stepped in, so as soon as you saw the familiar gray eyes and brown hair you stood to get to him but Brinley, already a couple fire whiskeys in, grabbed your hand.

“Don’t h-he’s gonna go take a shower now, don’t wanna talk to him, he stinks.” She murmurs out in between giggles. You roll your eyes and look back up again, but sure enough Cedric has disappeared and you sit back down.

“You sure you don’t want to- drink some?” Brinley asks, lifting a cup to your nose.

“Brin I need to be sober enough to give it back to him, later okay?” You smile, pushing the cup back to the brunette. She mutters a short ‘suit yourself’ in response.

For a while you simply sit on the couch with your leg bouncing nervously up and down, you keep glancing back and forth at the clock and the robe in your hands and as you finally begin tuning Brinley’s drunk rambling out, Cedric emerges from the boy’s staircase in a casual white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. Standing again, you weave your way through the crowd and tap Cedric on the shoulder to get his attention. He turns to face you and a playful smirk lifts his lips.

“Well hello there kitten.” He teases softly.

“Hey Ced, h-here’s your robe.” You manage to stumble out, words getting caught in your throat as glistening beads of water slipped down from Cedric’s damp hair down his cheek.

“I don’t know, you seemed pretty attached to it after the game.” Cedric chuckles.

“Oh, t-that. That was nothing just-” You’re cut off by another voice.

“Y/n, they’re doing a drinking game, come on we have too!” Brinley laughs. “Oh hi Ceddy, would you like to join?” She asks, taking both of your hands.

“Sure sunshine, lead the way.” Cedric shrugs, ushering you forwards and nonchalantly placing his hand on your waist.

The three of you take a seat on the couches again and are handed a cup by another student.

“What are we playing?” You ask, turning to Cedric.

“A muggle game called ‘never have I ever.’ You just take a shot if you’ve done something they say.” He explains, thanking the person who begins filling up your glasses.

You nod and take a deep, trying to focus on your drink and not Cedric’s hand resting on your hip.

They start off with generic questions, “never have I ever broken a bone,” “never have I ever broken up with someone,” “never have I ever lost a bet.”

Soon at least everyone had taken at least one drink, you included.

“Alright, never have I ever had sex!” Brinley questions smugly, watching as one by one everyone threw back their drink with a smile, only to stop on you.

Her eyebrows furrow, “aren’t you gonna take a drink y/n?”

“Oh- aren’t the rules if you have done it?” You question, worried you had been playing the game wrong.

“No-no it is. But you’ve never ‘done the deed’ before?” She asks, tilting her head in confusion.

“Well, no.” You state, shrugging.

“Honey, are you saying you’re in your last year of school, and you’ve never had a good shag?” She giggles, losing her filter with the amount of drinks she had.

“Brinley!” You scold, burning up with embarrassment.

“Aw, y/n!” She coos, wrapping you in a tight hug as if you were a lost puppy. “You’re so innocent and sweet, it’s adorable.” She slurs, giggling and turning back to the game.

Your lips purse and your eyebrows furrow. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to do it, you just never had the chance. You kept repeating it over to yourself as if that would change anything, but your mouth remained sealed and your eyebrows furrowed.

Cedric notices your change in demeanor and leans down closer to your ear.

“Are you alright kitten?”

It may have been the alcohol giving you a boost in confidence, or maybe the teasing you couldn’t stand, but you squeezed your legs together shamelessly right for Cedric to see.

Glancing up at the brunette you shake your head and stand from your spot, you extend your hand out for Cedric to take and he obliges, allowing you to lead him down to a more secluded area next to the boy’s dormitory staircase.

“Is everything alright?” Cedric asks as you cut him off.

“C-Can you help me?” You stammer out, wringing your fingers together.

“With what y/n?” Cedric implores, tilting your chin up to face him.

“Y-You’ve done it before right? A lot?” You continue, feeling your face grow hot.

“Listen kitten, I can only help you if you tell me what it is.” Cedric states firmly.

You swallow your pride and feel your knees buckling under his intense stare, with all the courage you can muster, you take a deep breath and murmur.

“Can you show me how to do it, c-can you fuck  me?”

Cedric’s eyes widen and he has to blink the shock out of his eyes. He’d never been asked to help someone through their first time, he found it surprising you would ask him of all people, but at the same time, it was no secret he had done it all when it came to this and your request had his cock hardening in need.

“Alright kitten.” Cedric smirks, taking your hand into his and leading you up the stairs to his private head-boy room. “If you want a lesson, I’d be happy to give one.” He chuckles darkly.

You can already feel the arousal from his words alone dripping from your core to your panties as you nod slowly. Cedric pulls you into his dorm, shutting the door behind him in locking it.

“Now be good darling, and let me teach you.” Cedric smirks, pinning you against the wall and lifting your chin up to him. “Y-Yes…” You respond shyly.

“Yes, who?” Cedric teases, leaning closer to you and ghosting them right over yours. “Call me whatever feels right, kitten.” Cedric smirks, noticing you deep in thought.

“Yes daddy.” You respond meekly, almost like a question. Cedric’s eyebrows raise and his mouth begins to water at your words.

“Say it again, louder.” Cedric teases, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing tightly.

“Yes daddy!” You repeat louder, watching as Cedric’s sharp gray eyes go dark and his lips are on yours. Cedric groans as your lips mould to his, and he takes the lead, moving you in sync with his movements and tilting your chin for better access.

The brunette had never had a lover call him any nicknames before, they usually stuck to his name as he fucked them, but Merlin was this better.

His hands fly to the hem of your sweatshirt as he breaks the kiss for a moment to throw it off before connecting your lips again, slowly prodding his tongue along your bottom lip as you submissively open your mouth to give him access.

Cedric glides his tongue against yours gently swirling it around, taking in the taste of strong firewhiskey essence left on your breath and the sweet smelling perfume on your skin.

His hands travel down your chest and onto your hips as he drags your pants down by the waist, leaving them in a pool around your legs, leaving you only in your bra and panties.

Not taking his lips off yours, Cedric takes your hands and places them at the hem of his white shirt and you get the message, slowly, you take the soft fabric in between your fingers and tug it up Cedric’s chest, pulling back to maneuver it over his head and dropping it on the ground beside you. Taking your hands into his again, Cedric guides your hands to his torso and chest, inviting you to touch him as he deepens the kiss once again.

You oblige and place one hand on his toned shoulder and the other finds its place around Cedric’s abdomen and on his lower back, pulling you impossibly closer to the hufflepuff.

Your breath hitches as you feel the brunette’s hard length pressing against your lower stomach and you pull away from the kiss for a moment to look down and gulp nervously.

Cedric looks down at you teasingly, watching your eyes go from excitement to anxiety.

“What’s wrong kitten? Do you want to get on your knees for your daddy?” Cedric chuckles, placing his nose against your ear and whispering in a hushed tone.

“Y-Yes daddy, but-”

“Shh, daddy has it covered, kitten.” Cedric smirks, bringing his long digits up and placing two in front of your lips.

“Now show me what you want to do, and then we’ll put those lips of yours to real use.” Cedric nods, doing his best to keep himself upright as you nervously open your mouth and take his fingers down to the knuckle, Cedric swallows his urge to just fuck you right there and bites back a groan as your tongue begins swirling around his fingers. Your movements are slow and timid at first, but you move your hand up to hold Cedric’s fingers in place and begin moving your head back and forth, moving quickly but taking your time to drag your tongue up and down Cedric’s long digits.

“Fuck that’s perfect kitten.” Cedric smiles weakly, feeling his cock begin to throb in desire.

“Does it feel good daddy?” You ask, pushing Cedric back a bit so you have room to get down on your knees. “Yes, so good.”

You smile and pull down Cedric’s sweatpants by the waistband and his hand finds its way into your hair, softly at first, but as his length finally springs free, his grip tightens and you smirk knowingly.

Taking Cedric’s shaft into your hands you begin teasing the hufflepuff’s tip with your tongue, running it up and down his thick shaft as his grip on your hair tightens and soft groans leave his lips. You pause for a moment, and Cedric, sensing your fear, places his other hand on your jaw and gathers your hair into his hand.

“You’re doing so well, kitten, making daddy feel so good.” Cedric sighs contently with a grin. Your smile returns to your face and you nod, taking Cedric’s length into your mouth as far as you could and using your hand for what you can’t reach, and like with his fingers you begin swirling your tongue around, testing the waters and glazing up to see Cedric’s reaction.

Eyes closed, mouth agape, and incoherent curses spilling from his lips, you feel your confidence grow and you pick up the pace, bobbing your head back and forth and slowing down to tease his tip. You grow daring and attempt to go deeper, and as Cedric feels his tip hitting the back of your throat he lets out a low groan and feels his hips rolling gently.

With tears pricking your eyes you take Cedric’s cock as the arousal in your pussy grows and with eyes clouded by pleasure, the gray-eyed hufflepuff smirks.

“Use your finger kitten, and make circles around until you find the right spot.” Cedric instructs, watching your hand travel down past your stomach and into your panties.

You experiment around, slowly moving upwards until you feel it, a sudden burst of pleasure hitting you right in the perfect spot..

“Mmh!” You moan, moving your fingers faster against your clit, finally feeling the need in your lower stomach being satisfied.

Your moans send vibrations up Cedric’s shaft and send the brunette doubling over in pleasure with one hand on the wall behind you for support.

“T-That’s it kitten, fuck.” Cedric sighs, watching your hand move back and forth against your clit while your tongue swirls addictively against his cock.

For a moment, with his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head Cedric forgets ‘the lesson’ and delves deeper into the pleasure, his eyes train on your lips wrapped around him and your fingers moving innocently, still too nervous to go deeper, the feeling of you gagging was enough to get him to snap out for a moment and let go of his grip on your hair.

“W-What’s wrong daddy?” You ask, looking up to Cedric with wide eyes.

“N-Nothing, it’s just time for our next lesson.” He explains, helping you up and leading you over to his bed.

Pushing you backwards onto the bed, Cedric watches intrigued as your eyes fly about his room instead of looking at him and he bites back a smirk.

“That’s enough kitten, lay back.” Cedric commands.

You oblige immediately, slowly lowering yourself onto the soft bed and wringing your fingers together over your stomach.

Cedric pauses, dragging his eyes over your body and taking in every curve, you feel the insecurity bubble in your stomach and you move your hands to hide it, when Cedric grabs them and whispers a simple, “don’t, you’re beautiful.”

Your face flushes red and you allow Cedric to place your arms at your side before hooking his fingers on the sides of your soaked panties and pulling them down.

The full scent of your arousal hits him full force and the sight of it glistening all for him made the wish to just drop to his knees now unbearable.

“Okay kitten. I want you to spread your legs and play with your clit again.” Cedric orders, stepping back and crossing his arms.

“W-What?”

“Spread your legs and fuck yourself with your fingers, kitten.” Cedric repeats, watching in amusement as your eyes widen and your lips purse nervously, legs spreading and fingers finding themselves on your clit nevertheless.

“L-Like this daddy?” You ask, gently teasing your fingers down your slit.

“Faster kitten.” Cedric replies plainly, smirking to himself.

You gasp suddenly as your digits begin to pick up the pace, moving in circles around your throbbing clit. “L-Like this?” You pant, throwing your head back gently as the pleasure

“That’s perfect darling. How does it feel?” Cedric smirks.

“Good. So-So good!” You squeak, curling your toes at the euphoria rushing through your abdomen and through your veins as you push your fingers faster and faster.

Your hips buck upwards and your panting grows heavier as your thoughts and movement begin to grow erratic. Cedric licks his lips and steps forwards, lowering himself down onto his knees and prying your hand away, he watches in delight as your eyes widen in confusion at him, your mouth opening and closing as you try to regain your thoughts.

“Just relax, kitten.” Cedric coos, inching closer and licking a thick stripe up your core, lingering seductively on your clit as he pushes it around with his tongue.

“O-Oh fuck.” You moan, tightening your grip on the sheet as you watch Cedric suck gently on the sensitive bud. His large calloused hands massage your thighs as he works, gently caressing them as they shake in pleasure.

He shifts his attention downwards, letting his tongue slide down until he reaches your slit and then, agonizingly slowly, he begins to dip the tip of his tongue in and out, again and again, watching you shake and whine impatiently, waiting for you to break.

You try to pull him closer to you by burying your hand into his hair and tugging on him, but he keeps his pace, no matter how hard you buck your hips or grind down on him he persists until finally you beg.

“Please daddy, please. I-I need you! Fuck go faster.” You cry in pure need.

Cedric smirks to himself victoriously and obliges.

“Whatever my princess wants.”

As if a switch was flipped Cedric begins darting his tongue out as quick as he could, going in and out and lapping up and down.

The hufflepuff moves his hand from your thigh and begins slowly teasing you as his tongue swirls around your clit. You whimper at the feeling of his fingers sinking into your slit and grind your hips instinctively at the feeling. Your core clenches as Cedric’s digits pick up the pace, your mouth parts over and over again, trying to find your voice, but no words come out. You couldn’t think, couldn’t move, all you could feel was Cedric fingers thrusting in and out of you and his tongue sending delicious shockwaves up your stomach it was too much, but it felt so fucking good. You could feel your body clench and something tightening inside you that kept tugging everytime Cedric’s fingers slammed back into you.

Cedric chuckles to himself, sending even more vibrations up your core. He knew what was coming. Your breathing was growing erratic, your hips were bucking and you were squirming around in his grip.

“Do you feel that kitten?” He smirks, watching as you nod vigorously.

“Let go, darling. Relax.” Cedric hushes in a soft tone.

His fingers don’t stop as you finally give in, white flashing your vision as you cry and feel your release, crying Cedric’s name over and over again as he helps you ride out your high.

“Beautiful darling.” He murmurs, cleaning you off with his tongue as you whimper in response.

“How are you feeling? We can stop if-”

You cut him off.

“No! P-Please daddy, it feels so good I want more.” Your eyes widen at your own words and your face flushes a deep shade of red, you look down.

Cedric’s eyes widen for a moment before his grin returns and he nods.

“Very well then.” He murmurs, ditching his sweatpants that were wrapped around his ankles and climbing onto his bed.

Pushing you back gently he positions himself above you and takes his lips into yours in a soft kiss, waiting for you to return it.

Your eyes close and you tilt your head to the side, allowing Cedric to part his lips and tease his tongue along yours.

You breathe sharply in through your nose as the taste of your pussy still lingers on Cedric’s lips, but you find yourself moaning at the sensation, wrapping your arms around Cedric’s neck to pull him closer to you.

His hands move to your back where he skillfully unclips your bra, breaking the kiss for only a second as he pulls it from your arms and tosses it away.

Before you even realize it his lips are on your again, harder this time and far more passionate, he moves his lips slowly but fully, making you moan in satisfaction.

You feel your arousal grow again as heat builds up in your core, you swing your legs impatient around Cedric’s torso in a wordless plea to fuck you.

Cedric smiles into the kiss and without removing his lips from yours he uses his hands to loosen the grip from your legs and place them back on his bed. He pushes them apart and gets himself into position, before slowly pushing his length into you. You drew a sharp breath as he pushed deeper into you, but the sharp feeling went away almost immediately as you shifted yourself into a more comfortable position.

Cedric has to restrain himself from starting as he waits for your permission to start. Being your first time, he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you, or start before you were ready.

He lets out a breathy groan, you wrapped around him so perfectly, he had to pull away from your lips for a moment to bite his lip.

You capture his lips back into yours and whisper softly for him to start, Cedric doesn’t hesitate and begins to roll his hips in and out, building speed with each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck kitten you feel so good.” He moans, moving his lips to your neck and sucking on the sensitive skin as you sigh in pleasure.

Your breathing came out in rough pants with each thrust from Cedric’s hips, mixing with moans of ecstasy as he filled you up each time, hitting the spot deep in you that had your toes curling and your head lolling back.

“Faster daddy please!” You cry as Cedric nods and quickened his pace making shallow but thorough thrusts and sent vibration all the way up your body and through your veins.

“F-Fuck right there.” You beg, holding onto Cedric’s back like your life depended on it.

“You’re doing so well for me kitten, f-fuck.” Cedric praises causing light shivers to go down your spine.

You whimper softly.

Cedric chuckles softly as he buries his neck in your neck again and bucks his hips, burying himself fully causing a sharp gasp.

“Kitten you feel so good wrapped around my cock, Merlin I could fuck you for days.” The brunette murmurs darkly.

Your face darkens even more and you can only squeak out a small ‘thank you’ before Cedric begins snapping his hips back and forth again.

“Oh- oh fuck.”

“You like it when I praise you kitten? Tell you how perfect you feel while I fuck you.” Cedric taunts, pressing hard kisses down your neck.

“Yes daddy, I love it!” You shout, tightening your grip on his back as Cedric thrusts faster and harder

The tight sensation in your stomach was back and it was getting harder to hold in your climax with Cedric thrusts still hitting your core perfectly.

“D-Daddy, I’m so close.” You pant, arching your back and dropping your head into the pillows below you.

“I-I’m almost there kitten, you’re doing so well.” Cedric breathes, moaning in pleasure as you clench suddenly, trying to keep your release at bay.

“It’s alright darling, cum for me love.” Cedric murmurs, connecting your lips once more as his thrusts grow slower. You nod firmly, arching your back and feeling your eyes roll back as ecstasy pulses through your being.

The shockwaves from your release and the sound of your voice shouting his name pushes Cedric over the edge and after one final thrust his vision flashes.

“Oh fuck y/n.” He moans, slowly rolling his hips to ride out his high.

Cedric smiles as he finishes, collapsing gently beside you.

“How was it, kitten?” Cedric asks teasingly, placing his hand on your cheek.

“W-Wow.” You mutter after a moment. “It was perfect Ced, I learned so much.” You smile.

“That's great kitten, you did… amazing.” Cedric smirks, finding his voice getting caught in his throat as he speaks.

You glance out the window and see darkness pouring through the glass panes.

“M’ getting tired Ced.” You sigh, getting ready to throw the covers off and try to get back to your room.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. You can stay here, I’ll clean you up.” The hufflepuff insists, sitting up suddenly and grabbing his wand.

You nod and close your eyes for a moment, he murmurs a spell and when you open your eyes again you are cleaned off and Cedric was walking towards you with clean clothes, wearing his sweatpants again.

“Here, I-I’ll get you some water.” he smiles, laying a large t-shirt and a pair of his boxers onto the bed.

You nod meekly and sit up carefully to grab the clothing.

Shrugging on the shirt, you watch as Cedric makes his way to his door.

“Thank you by the way.” You sigh hoarsely, smiling to yourself.

“Yeah, no problem. I’ll be back in a moment.” Cedric nods, opening the door to his dorm and leaving.

“Godric…” Cedric sighs to himself as he leaves. For a moment he leans on the door and just breathes. This was just supposed to be a ‘lesson.’ A one night thing where you’d be together one night and forget. But, how was he going to forget? The way you touched his skin, said his name, called him ‘daddy.’

Fuck.

By the time he reached the common room the party had died down to only the hufflepuff students who were either passed out or cleaning up.

The refreshments table still had a few pitchers of water no one had touched so Cedric grabs one and two cups before turning and walking towards the stairs.

When he returned you were half passed out on his bed, your eyes flutter lightly as he walks in and Cedric can’t help but smile. You look so beautiful lying there, exhausted, but absolutely stunning.

“Hey, I brought you something to drink.” He whispers, pouring you a drink before helping you sit up.

“Mm-” You nod, taking the cup from his hand and drinking it.

The cool water feels amazing down your dry throat, you smile and thank him again before handing the cup back to him and collapsing back into bed.

“I-I’ll sleep on the floor.” Cedric mutters, placing the cup onto his bedside stand.

“No- Can you stay with me, please?” You murmur out suddenly, shifting to the side of the bed and snuggling yourself into his blanket.

“Yeah, of course.”Cedric smiles, sitting beside you before laying and getting situated in the covers.

You turn as soon as he’s comfortable and cuddle yourself into his chest.

“G’night Cedric.” You yawn, feeling your fatigue pull you into unconsciousness.

“Goodnight y/n.” The hufflepuff murmurs, wrapping his arms around your torso and resting his chin over your head.

There was something soothing about your breathing, the scent of your hair, the feeling of your skin against his. Something about you felt right, you felt perfectly sculpted against him.

Almost, ethereal.

But you deserved so much better than him. More than a playboy that has used every trick in the book. More than someone who could barely remember his nights because of alcohol. More than him.

You were innocent, more or less, compared to him. You still had a chance.

He sighs, pulling you closer to him.

For tonight though it didn’t matter, you were asleep peacefully in his arms and he was there with you. You could make the choice in the morning. But for now he was here, with you.

And that was all that mattered.

[brightert0mb]

I would like to request a scenario with philza and the glare in a nice friendship duo between them :D

My first ask!

This is canon to the Glare!Reader storyline, and is taking place before Techno is put in prison.

Warnings for: Slight Angst, Implications of Injury, Arguments, and Shouting

Those Wings Had Taken You Up So High

Platonic!DSMP!Ph1lza x Glare!Reader

You had finished your house just a few days ago, it hadn't taken too long to build with everyone's help. Currently, you were still trying to shift from attempting to sleep at night, over to being fully nocturnal, a suggestion from Ranboo. You were slowly beginning to sleep more while the sun was up and less when it was down. You still had the rings under your eyes, but you were glad you weren't causing a bother for Techno and Phil anymore.

Speaking of the pair, Techno had run off around the time you had finished your house. Something about training in the mountains somewhere? You didn't mind. He was strong enough to take care of himself and told you to watch his animals while he was gone.

You were over at Phil’s presently, having tea as he was reorganizing his chests somewhat.

“Can you tell me more about the SMP?” “What more do you want to know mate? I've told you everything I've known about.” He said playfully as he pulled out a stack of wooden items. You pouted a bit before sipping your tea. “Well then tell me about your adventures. The stories you tell always sound so exciting.” “S’pose living in a cave is pretty dull. Fine, I have one I think you'll like.” He said, standing up fully to grab his cup.

He began to regal you with the tale of how he met Death. He spoke of her with deep admiration and got distracted with recounting her appearance. The story eventually developed to him and Death falling in love. You were hooked, to say the least. You watched as he talked with his hands, wings flexing and opening from under his cape-robe. He looked so wistful as he described flying alongside her, before trailing off. His wings folded in before he pulled his robe back into place over them.

“That was a long long time ago, however.” He retook his seat, pouring himself a bit more tea. You looked down feeling like you should say something.

“Do you miss it? Flying?” You asked awkwardly. He chuckled, the happy sorrow of it stinging. “More than I can describe.” “What was it like?” He took a deep breath, leaning back as he looked at the ceiling. “It felt...” He waved a hand, trying to put words to an emotion he couldn't fully describe. “Free. Like I could reach up and touch the very sky with my own two hands. Paint the horizon and awaken the stars. The clouds and birds were the only things that could touch me up there.”

He lowered the hand, sighing. “I was more than I could ever describe. Heck, even Will and Techno couldn't find words when I took them flying a few times. ‘M sorry I could take you mate.” He looked back at you with an expression you could only describe as longing and guilt.

You pursed your lips looking at the floor until you felt something in you harden with a resolution you'd never had before. You stood catching Phil off guard and then more so when you took his hand into yours. “I’ll find a way to help you fly again Phil.”

He gawked for a minute, trying to express something with his free hand. “Hey now, just-” “No! You and everyone else here have given me so much. There are things I could research and use to reverse engineering something, like the Riptide enchantment. There have to have been more people like you before, I'm sure I could try to find something about them and how they fixed their wings.” You said firmly before Phil seemed to harden as well. “Now listen-” “No, Phil! Flying is a part of you just as much as walking or breathing. You need to fly so I'm going to help you. It's not like I have much to do at night anyway aside from clearing mobs and doing what you all ask me to do on occasion. You can't stop me either!”

“You’d waste your life on a wide hunt that leads you nowhere for someone you just met?!” He yelled back, standing and towering over you as his wings instinctively spread to appear more threatening. “I’d work myself dead before I let my friend be hurt for the rest of his life and be nothing but depressed about it forever!”

You glared at each other for a good while. Eventually, Phil sighed, lowering his head so his bucket hate obscured his eyes from your view. “You won't find anything.” He said, sounding hollow, defeated. “Better than sitting around just like I did in that cave.” He looked up at you with an emotion you couldn't place before you continued. “You all were my first friends. I'm not going to just sit by and watch more people get hurt. Especially when they're close to me now.” He furrowed his brows before pursing his lips and sighing, smiling tiredly as he patted your bushy hair.

“Don't work yourself to death.” You chuckled. “I only promise to try.” You both shared a laugh as you both finished your tea and cleaned up. You were halfway out the door when you looked back at Phil who was looking at you like he was thinking of something else. “You’ll fly again, old man.” He smiled, which you smirked back at. “It'll happen or I'm not a glare.” He laughed as you exited, looking down before climbing up the ladder to his bed.

He sat on it, thinking once more. So determined you were. Just like them. Just like he was. He could only hope you wouldn't end up the same way for your ideals too.

[somegymnast]

Healer Draco (part 2)

Hope you enjoy these fics:)

The Four Ds of Apparition (or: Destination, Determination, Deliberation, and Dicks) (eidheann / @eidheann​, firethesound / @firethesound​)  (E, 36k)

After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry's life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks.

Only If For A Night (cloudings) (E, 14k)

Harry hadn't set out that day thinking, I know, today I want to dress up in a pizza outfit, get absolutely smashed beyond compare, crash my broom in the middle of the muggle motorway and then fall off of the Westminster bridge into the River Thames, and end up in hospital with Malfoy as my healer, but what else could you expect would happen on your best mate's stag?

Or,

"What you did was get so drunk that you couldn't remember your own name, fly over muggle London with absolutely no charms to protect yourself from their view, and stay stationary for long enough that a lorry fucking hit you because you were daydreaming! And then you only fell because you walked over!"

"You sound like a disappointed wife."

"You sound like you'd be experienced in that area."

No Time Like Christmas (eidheann / @eidheann​) (T, 3k)

How can you have a happy Christmas when you're stuck in St Mungo's?

The Four Doors (fluxweed / @fluxweeed​) (E, 48k)

It’s been four months since Harry lost his memory. Four months of dead ends and no answers. With time running out until his memories are gone for good, Harry agrees to a course of Legilimency therapy with a renowned specialist: Mind Healer Draco Malfoy.

The Ordeal of Being Known (louisfake) (M, 146k)

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter.

Features fuzzy cartoon slippers, devious house elves, 90s music, and lots—LOTS—of memories. Ron is annoyingly hot, Hermione sees right through you, Harry is a powerful idiot, and Draco is a reclusive masochist that would buy an entire city if it would make a kid happy. (And Pansy is "5'2, I wanna dance with you, and I'm sophisticated fun.")

[muffindaddystyles]

prompt 1 with older brothers best friends!harry 👀

1. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

8. “I said stop staring at me.”

23. “I have a name and it’s not sweetheart.”

Third wheeling could never be fun. Not when you’re basically not even a wheel but an invisible person on a vacation watching couples kiss and yada yada.

“For fuck's sake.” Y/N grumbles changing a side snatching the blanket that got stuck under her and sandwiches her face into a pillow when she hears the steel roof atop her creak furiously accompanied by high pitched obnoxious moans.

Y/N's brother brought her along to their Italy trip, his wife’s bestfriend and his own bestfriend tagged along too leaving only Y/N to grump about their wild sex rendezvous.

She’s sleepless, homesick and probably about to get a stomach bug for living in yacht for four days atleast!

What’s so fun about jiggling in your sleep? None perhaps and the waves crashing at night that threatens you to swallow you down to the pit of ocean --- my pal, nothing is entertaining about it. Atleast for Y/N. She’s more of a hill station going person with her pup Frankenstein that oogles out from his small globe like window, comfy in his lil bag that Y/N moves around on her shoulders everywhere.

When the fracas of whatever’s taking place up doesn’t comes to halt, Y/N had enough, she isn’t very versed in coping with such situations since her dorm-mate is very nice.

So, she’s throwing the lid away to pop her head through the square like space and spreads her elbows up the roof, “Aish.” She immediately covers her eyes upon the sight of his brother and his wife doing it.

Their expressions comically panicked as they embarrassingly scrambles to clutch the flimsy sheets over them.

“Who does it all naked under an open sky?” She squeaks out, feeling her pulse tick and she peeks out towards the darkness from the slight gap of her fingers which are barely helping her avoid the scene that’d haunt her for life.

“Them bunnies and monkeys, ‘n many of our kind, Sweetheart.” She rolls her eyes at the familiarity of deep slow rumble that’s a bit slurred, probably from the Tequila they took with them. The voice never fails to froth bubbles in Y/N's tummy and it always involuntarily makes her nails dig into her palms.

Harry and Tina’s bestfriend went out to roam around Italy, or they told so and Albeit Y/N very well knows their intentions were more to exploring the city she didn’t butt in.

“I’ve a name and it’s not, Sweetheart.” She dismisses him with a grumble and his smirk shines through the shadow aggravating Y/N to an extreme she slips down shutting the door (like lid) at the them.

Harry Styles. Y/N's brother’s bestfriend. He’s everything Y/N loathes about. Bright green eyes, silken features and that dopey pearlish smile that makes everyone fall in love with him in nano-seconds.

To Y/N. He is an incubus. A witch that allures people without even knowing.

He’s a narcissistic asshole and Y/N's bad boy dream, unfortunately.

She hates herself for having a puppy crush on him for years now.

That friggin, Asshole.

He’s with everyone but her. It seems as if he’s getting stung by bees upon the mere closeness between them. A lamb ready to bite her down his stomach if she steps a foot near him.

At the moment when she’s sitting with her knees pressed to her chest, swollen eyes and puffy lips from not getting sleep last night.

She’s really hating that Harry looks so hot from the swim he just took as he dries himself sitting opposite to her. The droplets twinkling on his tanned thick body, his trunks wrinkled and bunched up into his thighs baring the tiger tattoo on front, his hair wet and oh so fucking tug-able – Y/N feels like Rachel from friends thinking all of that.

“Stop staring,” She mutters out loud when he wouldn’t stop licking the saltiness from his pink bottom lip keeping his intense gaze on her.

“What did y'say?” He pretends that we too engulfed in something else.

“I said stop staring at me.” Y/N grits. It’s annoying because it’s making her belly feel funny and loopy.

“The hills behind y'are just s'admirable.” He elevates his shoulders a bit panicked from inside and Y/N forced herself to not to twitch her eye when his chest muscles flexes due to his action.

Bamboozled she takes a glance from her shoulder to where he diverted his sight once she caught him. Her nose scrunched up and chin butted in disgust at the scenery, “That’s literally a heap of dead fishes!”

“Better than starin’ into a dead soul.” His lips down turned into a careless grimace and Y/N gasps out loud pushing the strands of her hair sticking to all of her face because of the breeze gush, “Why would you say that!?”

“’Cos you’re so mauve, that’s why?” He just wants to take a piss out of her. Nobody’s around and he’s finally getting time to talk to her even if it just to sit cross legged on her nerves and sip tea.

He’s actually lying. He thinks she’s more than mauve. She’s all those colours that usually macarons have, all those hues that butterflies wings have and all those tinctures that one find in gems then keep them safe.

She’s the colour he misses in his life.

“And you’re so fucking blue!” She grumbles and that slithered a deep wicked smile on Harry’s lips, “Like this deep ocean yer afraid of?” Her eyes widens at that and she almost lunges on her knees.

How did he know? Ofcourse, he'd. He’s everywhere. In every damn picture of wherever they went for recreation.

“I’m not.” She scoffs, her tone inconvenient and hazy as she shrinks into herself.

“Then take a dip,” She wishes that she could wipe that beautiful stupid smirk off his gorgeous stupidly lame face.

“Kiss my ass.” She spat out throwing a cushion towards him that lands on his lap, “I’d love to.” He barks out a laugh that rings through the waves.

“You’re such a stinky asshole.” She hits him with another that dumps against his chest, “Ow!” He feigns hurt with ridiculous comical expressions and throws the cushion back towards her which she successfully dodges, but, it falls behind her into the water.

“Shit.” She complains ducking around the edge of the yacht and stretches her arm to the plausible extent to grab the floating cushion.

Though when the tips of her toes leaves the seat she was on and she’s bending too much for her own sake Harry’s standing upright, “Hey stop —-" But. It’s too late as with a high pitched squeaky shriek Y/N's rolling first and falling into the water leaving Harry frozen for a second.

Panic chokes her throat and she moves her limbs around everywhere splashing water vigorously. Mouth gasping for oxygen but all that comes is salty water filling her mouth and lungs too, maybe as she sinks deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, Y/N!!” He shouts out jumping to save her immediately knowing she doesn’t know how to swim and he’s wrapping his palm around her neck and pulling her from her waist to himself under the water as she watches him with frightened fading eyes.

He comes back to surface quickly and presses her to his chest. She too clings to him for dear life feeling herself drift into a state of unconsciousness and hard to breath while he grabs the deck and lifts her with himself to it.

He doesn’t risk a chance and lays her limp body down and clasps his hands together pushing them against where her heat beats feebly, winces when she spurts out water painfully.

“Baby...fuck.” He pats her soaked pale cheek anxiously when she still remains unresponsive to him, breathing wearily so he does what has to be done.

He grabbed her chin, squished her cheeks making her lips pucker out and wrapped his mouth around hers sucking the water out and spat it out once his mouth was full.

His eyes slip shuts and he slumps with relief when Y/N coughs out loudly into his chest and he brings her into him murmuring assurance into her wet hair.

“You’re okay darling,” His whisper wavers from the trembling of his lips and his fingers divots into her softest of skin when he hugs her tightly, “’M sorry ‘s me fault, Sweets.” He rubs the bridge of his nose to take the sniff of her scent to calm him down and she shakes her head unable to talk, hands bunched up against his tummy.

“You should rest, yeah?” His gaze soft with care and it’s baffling for Y/N that he ever had this side too. Before, she could be on her feet he slipped his strong arms under her and hoists her up and into him without any trouble.

If Y/N wouldn’t be feeling very droopy and breathless she sure would have fought with him, maybe blushed and hid her face into his neck but she’s already knocking out in his arms from the stingy feeling in her eyes that made her super duper sleepy.

..

Clouds. Y/N's merged into them and they cover every inch of Y/N, wait where am I? She feels real nice comforted around with such warm bedding and she sure knows it’s not hers. The blurry sight infront of her is enough to aware her and a perfectly calloused hand comes rubbing her shoulder when she tries to sit up.

“Not heaven, o'summat.” He chuckles airily. His smile small and a tad awkward, he’s changed into another pair of trunks that are yellow and his upper half now sadly is covered from a blue tee.

“How you feelin'?” Y/N let his question fly over her head and stutters out loudly, “Why you being s'nice to me now?” It etches a frown on his face but soon it vanishes into an expression that Y/N couldn’t pick point.

“You’ve always been such a meanie...” She murmurs glumly. White sheets tangling around her torso as she moves infront of him – their knees touching.

“I umm –-...like you, I guess?” He has never been this nervous and jumblish with words.

“You guess?” She asks and scared that he missed up he rushes out to hold her and to make her believe that his feelings are true.

“No, no! I’m sure. I like you very much.” That puts Y/N into silence where she stares the gleaming jewels onto his fingers and ponders over what he said.

Harry Styles. Her first kiss. Her very first candy love crush and her dream of bad boy actually likes her back.

She tries to ignore the party poppers going inside her body and the drums of happiness rolling around her heart.

“But ... Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy,” She doesn’t meet his eyes smoothing out the crinkles of sheets and her palm halts immediately when Harry hooks his thumb under her chin and raises it gaze lovingly into her eyes with sincerity, “Just ‘cos I stole yer first kiss?”

He laughs out sweetly when she bobs her head vigorously, “C’mon we were just sixteen! I’d have made sure to tell y'to keep it safe fo’ your precious person if I knew back then.” His pupils gleaming with hope and a tinge of eagerness.

The next thing she said with a slight bubbly pout caught Harry off-guard and in awe that how to process what she said with so much liability and vulnerability.

“But you’re my precious person!!”

“Yeah, baby?” He grins with a dimple tutting in and grabs her small cold hands to pull her closer to him.

The sweet name shies Y/N away and Harry thinks she couldn’t be more endearing as he takes her soft looking puffy face in the warm embrace of his hands and bops their noses together.

“Then g’na make sure ‘m your last.” He murmurs feathering his lips to the corner of her mouth that flutters her eyelids like butterflies and she pants out for more with a sweet whine, “Shit. You’re still very candy like since I last kissed ye'.” He giggles stroking his thumb up her cheek and takes a lick of her jutted bottom lip.

“Harry....” She complains tugging his weary shirt, “Yes me baby?” He quips out with those fake surprised eyes he makes with raised brows and puppy gaze.

“Kiss me alre –—,” He's swallowing her words down with the tender smush of his lips against hers in a kiss that’s slow and comforting at first, hearing onto the noises that she creates from tasting him and it deepens into something ardent and red when Harry pulls her over his thighs and guides her arms around his neck.

Their foreheads comes touching. Their hearts in sync and beside eachother. Their tongues loving on eachother.

“Dunno if I could ever stop.” He whispers breaking the knot of spit that connects their mouths with the stroke of his thumb against her shinning lip and pecks that spot twice.

“Then don’t.” Y/N looses her brain cells and only butterflies to whoosh into her skull as she grabs his jaw never letting him go and kisses him harder and rougher this time.

She’s gonna be in oh so much love with this bad boy that’s such a softie for her and she knows that there’s no going back.

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (03x16)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 3 Episode 16: You Picked the Wrong Weakness

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline   Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: did someone just go and tell the otp about the otp?

Word Count: you know that feeling when you have had a bad experience on some project or assignment or homework before. And you know that thing is going to come around again next month or something like that. And you just age yourself by giving yourself anxiety by thinking everything that could go worse in that area. Yeah. So, I kinda shut that off for a few hours and wrote this.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The Interview Room The camera is recording empty seats as a pair of voices grow louder with every second. "...it's like they don't even care about what the other person wants!" "...no, why would they. These rich daddies and their rich egos think they are the only ones thinking about the world." The camera swivels a bit to watch Peter and Scott enter with a new guest following them with a Caprisun in their hand. Peter: And why did you have to go ahead and help them? Shuri: *sits between Scott and Peter* *takes a long sip of her 'sun* What. I'm not going to give up any opportunity that involves space and weird energy boxes. Peter: Why did your brother even agree to it?? Shuri: *shrugs* all your sugar daddy had to say was 'what if it was Shuri'. And my thicc-head of a brother lost it like a rhino in a mating challenge. Peter: *scrunches his nose at the example* Scott: Great *sigh* now we'll never get to see them together. With your brains, those dads are probably already in space now. Shuri: Not so fast! They don't have the codes to neutralise the pandora's box yet. Peter and Scott: *look at each other*  Shuri: So teleportation might be delayed as long as I am kept happy?  Peter: *takes out a notebook* Scott: *takes out his phone and a card labelled Avengers Black Card* The camera pans in on a smirking Shuri sipping on her Capri sun.

Inside a Spaceship: Destination Unknown You and Loki were captured by the little drone flying at the same speed as the spaceship (which clearly had seen some remodelling, thanks to your rainbow buddies). Both of you were staring at something in front of you that lids by your waist level- something the outside drone was not able to capture because of the limited view in the spaceship window. The expressions on your face were serious. So was the arms-crossed stance. "Are you sure it wasn't just a noise?" Loki now had a finger on his lips in deep thought as he heard your words. "I am pretty sure of what I heard," he acknowledged without missing a beat. "So-" your voice faded as your fingers twirled in the air with a mind of their own- "that means he has...another..." "You really can't say it?" Loki looked at you with a questioning brow going up quite smoothly. You tsked. "It's my baby," you mentioned while Javier's camera watched you point down at slumbering Lulu. "I cannot just casually say he might have another hole and I think he farted through it. I cannot hurt my baby's feelings!" Loki scoffed. "Your baby's sleeping." "He still has ears." "You think he understands what a fart means?" "What do you think I've been teaching him when you, me or Javi pass the gas?" Loki's casual demeanour suddenly changed to an offended one. "I beg your pardon?" You were quick on your feet, already walking towards the front of the ship. "So, where exactly are we heading now? Aellae's next of kin? Though I find it hard to imagine she would have left your essence with anyone other than herself." Loki came and sat next to you, still pissed at that comment in those narrowed eyes. "I am going to circle back to your words-" he inhaled while you acted all innocent- "and no. We are not looking for anyone related to that witch." "Then are we looking for another one of your exes?" "No, we are n-" Loki stopped short, his lips right in a thin line as he stared at you. "Why are you so interested my exes?" You simply shrugged and raised your brows. "On the contrary, it seems your exes are still pretty interested in you." That casual expression turned into a familiar judgment as your head turned to look at him. "Though I wonder what did they find so-" you hands moved haphazardly- "interesting about you." Loki swivelled his captain seat towards you, locking your legs between his while grounding your armrests with his hands. Clicking the control button on your armrest, he moved your chair a bit closer to him, his face in close proximity to yours. Javier's camera panned in on the gulp moving down your throat while your eyelids did a flutter at this uncalled movement. The 4K caught those goosebumps rising right where his arm barely grazed yours and in the background, Lulu played an arousing violin piece. "Something you can only dream about, darling," he whispered. The violin picked up the charge in the air within its quick clean high notes. The only noise leaving you was the escape of the air stuck in your throat, shivering on its way out. "Of c-" you cleared your throat. trying to sit back up in your seat- "of course I can only fantasize. The reality makes me want to puck. Ugh!"

Loki: Y/N thinks space is all fun and games. What she does not realise is that just like earth, this universe too has an underworld. Ten times in size and twenty times as brutal. And Aellae was just the tip of the filthy iceberg. *camera zooms in on his tensed features* looks into the distance* Wonder who else she told about her. *looks back* *blinks* I'm taking her somewhere we can lie low for now. *rolls eyes* that is if she understands what lying low means. *sighs* 

You: *eating bread like a peasant famished for days* Hm? What? No *shakes head* 'm nod nerbous. *takes another bite* debinidly nod becoz o doki. He wash jus playing wee me. *viciously bites into the bread* *growls and buries head in your lap* 

"I am still telling you to ask for their help. It's not too late," you suggested in a composed manner, sitting in the co-pilot seat. "I am not calling seven alien boys just because you have a fetish for Korean pop bands." You thwacked his leg with yours. "I do not! And don't you dare talk shit about k-pop." Loki chuckled. "Why? What are going to do?" "I won't. But you know what k-pop fans are like, don't you?" The smile on Loki's face suddenly started to flicker away as he looked at the camera. "Remember that Vegas trip?" Clearing his throat, he adjusted himself on his seat, while you shared a devilish smirk with the camera. "We're going somewhere safe. Where I have a chance of getting my powers back and hopefully a gateway back to earth." You sat up. "Why didn't we go there in the first place?" Loki blinked, not really answering. You and the camera noticed the tension in his jaw. "It's not a place I like to talk about." The asteroid belt cleared in front of the spaceship to show the part of a planet covered in grey clouds shadowing frozen blue mountains and dark valleys. "Jotunheim," you whispered to yourself, letting the gloomy yet majestic scenery of the place reflect in your eyes. “Loki,” all humour in your voice seemed to dilute as you looked back at home, “we don’t have to go there. We-uh...we could go to one of Peter’s hideouts? Or maybe we could call the Boys and ask them to direct us to one of their safe places? You know, till we find a lead on your essence.” A smirk built upon the God's lips. "Is that concern I hear in your voice?" Those worry-laden brows suddenly dispersed all emotion to make way for anger. A slap made way from your hand to his right side of the back. The thwack was loud enough to wake Lulu and force a sincere 'ow' from the God's throat. "This concern is for me and my babies you awful animal," you growled, your voice considerably higher, "you think they'll survive there?"

Jotunheim If the mountains seemed to carry an eerie aura about them, the valleys were a straight suggestion of being pits straight to hell. To add to the effects of arriving at the gates of hell, the snow falling was harsh, to say the least. As soon as the door to the ship opened to let all the passengers feel the heat, the drone travelling outside took in travellers covered in thick fur. Javier carried Lulu on his front, both of them visible just with their faces- not to mention the former's blue eyes standing out over everything else in his surroundings. Loki too embraced the thick skin, looking quite the part of a Jotun till he picked up the hood of your coat to put it over your head without saying much; only smiling when you looked like a fluffed up birb in that Viking overcoat.

Loki: *smiling sheepishly**looks at you standing next to him* Angry birb *looks back at Javier's camera* Sam taught me that one. *camera pans at you simmering under that fur*

Lulu had already picked the background music for his pack's entrance. The Viking beat had just the right amount of weight and horror of the unknown in it as this place did. Just ahead of the pass lay the structure carved in the mountain itself. It could be called a palace or a temple. But that was not what sought your attention.  Eyes. The camera caught eyes in the dark staring at the unwanted guests. Blue. Piercing. Murderous. And more than one pair. The drone panned in on that one subconscious movement of your fingers gripping the fur of the coat on Loki's back as the God walked gallantly- as if he owned the planet. But your eyes did not stop to observe the alien movement around you. "Remember-" Loki's whisper brought you out of the daze your own thumping heart was creating for you- "do not show them your fear. Show them that you are to be feared." It may have been his words or just his voice that started to melt the fear visible on your features, lasting for five seconds before a loud thump vibrated the land beneath your feet, making you all come to a stop. And when that was not enough, the audience saw the feet first, then the legs and then the whole length of a Jotun appearing before them. Some necks were really going to feel it tonight.

"Who dares enter the land of Jotunheim?" came the thundering and low growl from the Jotun that stood towering over you all. "The one who is alive and stands on this land," Loki announced, "with the blood of Laufey in my veins, I have come to claim what is mine." There was nothing but an uninviting smirk on the Jotun's face. "I am Loki, son of Laufey, son of Odin, ruler of Asgard and your King," he commanded with ice in his voice, "and you...need to bow...before your King." The dead silence proceeding his threat of a speech was enough for you nearly bury you inside your own overcoat. And when that did not seem enough, your body- on its own- moved a step closer to Loki's side. "Oooooh Gooood," you whispered with quite the shudder while your face was plastered with a no-fucks-given wave, "we're gonna die." On the contrary, the silence was followed by many Jotuns coming out of the shadows to surround your group one by one before bowing down. Even the ones who looked quite young did the same. All of them except for the one Jotun who had greeted you first. "Allir fagna konungi!" they chanted in unison. "All hail the king," Javier translated it for you. "Didn't know you were into Nords," you quipped, "the language, I mean." "Honey, I am all into Nords," he signed before looking around with a smile, finding a buff Jotun that caught his eye. He did not take another second to blink at him and leave that giant a bit confused and flustered at the same time.

Inside the Palace The throne was sculpted out of ice that seemed as old as the mountain. Alongside it had been made seating arrangements for the family, running parallel till the doors of the throne room, all greyish blue stones marked with Jotun carvings. You and Javier believed they might be names of dignitaries. Lulu thought they are just doodles by other babies and proceeded to contribute to the stone they were standing next to. A little female giant sat down and looked at Lulu's doodles with curious wide eyes. Loki stood rightfully in front of his throne, admiring it before turning to his subjects, most of them adults who were exceptionally taller and blue-er than him. The drone captured the magnificence of the throne room that had fire pits next to the seats at intervals right alongside the stone pillars and right in the middle, a few feet in front of the king. But none of them were lit. And the giants were visibly annoyed by the drone while the kids wanted to catch it and play with it. "An Asgardian announces himself as our King," the one giant growled as he stood at the steps of the throne, "why would we believe you to be our King, son of Odin." He nearly spat the last part. The drone captured that bit of concern breaking out on your composed features but Loki just smirked. Pulling his overcoat to the side- as magnificently as he believed himself to be- he sat down as if he has done it ever since he was born. The authority exuding from his presence certainly put the murmurs going around the hall to a standstill. "At ease, Helblindi," he stressed to the giant with a purr and directed the rest of the audience to take their place. "Not you." Everyone stopped short to looked at their king. And he was clearly looking at you. You pointed a finger at yourself in question. "Don't you know your place....pet?" he commanded ever so slyly, discreetly pointing his finger at the stone next to his throne.

You: *look around to make sure no one's looking at you* *anger about to explode through your eyes* *whispering* Pet?? PET?? I swear gonna just *gestures to grab the air* grab his throat and *punches the said air repeatedly in her palm*  *camera pans out to focus on three baby giants looking at you in pure horror before their mother carries them away murmuring something* *camera swivels to show Javier looking disappointed* Javier: *signs* she said 'stay away from the crazy human'. *sighs* *shakes his head*

“Come-“ Loki’s fingers gestured at you to come over to that stone couch of a thing next to him- “sit.” Taking a breath to compose your usual embers of rage at that comment, you smiled and walked up the stairs to stand next to him. The camera recorded the little gracious bow you gave the God but not before your back was to the spectators and you signalled an insult with your middle towards him, nearly making him chuckle. And with one heavy inhale, you sat down next to him, clearly not at the same level as him. “Is this what Lulu feels like?” “I would’ve made Lulu sit in my lap,” Loki acknowledged with a smirk. “You’re welcome to join me anytime but for now-“ he adjusted himself on his seat and raised his voice to address the court- “let us have a feast tonight and raise our mugs in union of the Jotun king and his subjects.” Helblindi scoffed and spat on the floor. Loki did not look but he was surely observing his every move. “In union of an excuse of a giant who does not even resemble-“ “I would like you to stop there my brother-“ Loki announced as he got up, letting the whole room take one united gasp at the scene- “before you start regretting your own words.” You blinked at the reactions to turn and look at Loki. Now the lights from the ceiling did a stupendous job of catching the widening of your eyes while your pupils were dilated in an emotion only known to you when you witnessed- for the first time in your life- Loki's skin change its shade and features. The flawless paleness gave way to a blue so deep over those arms he rarely displayed in public. The colour ran up his neck as well, covering him all the way. And along with this shade came ridges on his skin which apparently every Jotun had; running up his face and down his limbs. Those smaragdines and whites around them were now replaced with red. “This Jotun-“ his voice was low, but with enough weight that it echoed to the last corner of the room- “has seen enough lives to know what is hatred and what is fear. So next time you try to question my right, Helblindi, know that I have no qualms in exploiting them in a way which seems necessary for me.” Helbindi did not seem to stand his ground much now. Not after a few Jotuns who stood up to speak against the giant who had been torturing them for a while with his reckless and greed-ridden laws. Javier's camera was stuck on your reaction in the middle of this mild chaos. Your parted lips, wide eyes, stare lingering all over the God's body, your throat feeling the urge to swallow the dryness; it really was a sight, an emotion that many fanfiction artists would want to take inspiration from. Loki- who was smirking at the warm welcome he was receiving through the roar against his brother- turned around to look at you. His smirk disappeared and his usually focused gaze was interrupted with those unsure blinks at your features. Before he could explain himself, one giantess blocked his way to you with a bow. "We have prepared the Bath for you and your companions, your grace," she announced, still with her head held low. His gaze was running between you and her. To make it easier for him, you got up from your seat and walked down to the giantess who wanted to show you, Javier and Lulu to the Bath. "Nandi," Loki finally looked at the giantess. "Yes, your grace." "I need you to choose four of your most loyal companions to guard them." "They are all ready to escort your companions where you please." Loki smiled at Nandi. "I owe it to your mother to protect you, your Grace, like she protected me and my children." "My mother had a loyal friend in you," the God appreciated before walking down the throne and away from the crowd. The drone followed him.  The graceful composure of the God crumbled like a dry sand castle as soon as the doors closed behind him and he was alone in the icy corridors. His pace got faster by the second, his eyes searching everywhere. "This isn't fair, you know." Loki stopped at the echo of your voice. The pause of one breath, and he knew where to turn to find you standing in the shadows. Javier stood by the pillar next to you two with his camera, capturing this strange tick on Loki's features. You stepped out of the shadows, your gaze uninterrupted, looking right at those red eyes. "Do you know the amount of chaos it would create on earth if people knew that you look like..." "Like what? A monster?" Loki's voice was heavy. "Nah don't say i-dammit! Now I cannot stop imagining the term monsterfuckers." Loki blinked. His brows furrowed at you ever so slightly. "I mean-" you sighed with frustration- "was it not enough that you looked like a literal God in a human form that you had to now go and reveal that you are one buffed up alien? Look at you? You are one breath away from starting a cult of monsterfuckers! Do you realise that? Look at-" you grabbed that one barely naked blue arm and tried to squeeze it- "this firm, cold, arm that is people are going think about in-" you tried to breathe, your gaze still stuck on his shoulder- "their bed at night. God, why do have to be so-" you pointed at all of him with a frustration-filled, longing look of...disgust- "you." By now Loki was raising his brows in question and shifting his gaze between himself and you, clearly confused by your reaction. It even seemed he was a bit flustered at one point. You winced, looking at his body again. Your eyes followed the ridges on his face to his neck, plunging down his v neck t-shirt. With a frown you turned hastily, flinging your body involuntarily in the direction of the bath. "I bet they go all the way down," you whispered to yourself in between your sobs and walked away.

Loki: *still stands there* *blinks* *looks at the camera* what...*looks in her direction* *looks back* *does this two more times* what just happened?

The Resting Chambers: Next Day One of Javier's drones followed you from the balcony you were standing in to witness the first light of the nearest star in this frozen land. The snow-clad mountains were a majestic sight in their own stature. Even the smile emanating under the warmth of the star could not deny that. The giggles coming from inside the room broke the sweet hum of sync you were having with the weather, walking back in to find Skandi and Kolga, Nandi's daughters setting up the table with Jotunheim's specialities- snowberries, Kruweed- fresh seaweed from the frozen lake- and Lulu's favourite, spiked abalones. "What are you girls snickering about?" Lulu was already jumping on the table to sniff everything placed for his liking. Once he had inspected every single item, he went over to his bowl of abalones.

"Nothing," Skandi cooed, "just discussing how Loki-" Kolga elbowed her sister to correct herself- "how his Grace, keeps looking at you." Your hands paused for a fraction of a second near your mouth before the snowberry found its way in your mouth. "Look at me how?" "He looks at you as if you might vanish any second if he does not keep his eye on you," Kolga added, sitting down next to you. Her face had gentle tones all over it. Her eyes seemed to sparkle whenever she talked to you. "Are you being punished for something?" It took you some time to realise she was genuinely curious. "What. No. Why would you think that?" "Because his grace keeps you under guard. I thought pets were kept in cages in Midgard." Skandi turned to Kolga with a gasp. "He caged her last night then?!" The camera captured your furrowed brows sitting there confused in between the sisters. You opened your mouth to speak but lost to Kolga. "You mean when he told off Helbindi that she will be sleeping in his quarters." Skandi nodded vigorously. "He could not have kept her in a real cage." "Maybe he chained her to the bed." "Ah. So he could keep an eye on her at night." "Is that what happened, y/n?" You hid your face behind the mug of tea that did not seem to leave your lips while your free hand seemed to check your cheeks for their temperature. "This tea is good," your burned throat appreciated the drink. "He seems quite...what is the word... possessive of her," Skandi commented. You shared a look with the drone- your face devoid of any emotions. Kolga hummed in agreement, popping a snowberry in her mouth. "I thought Kruge would die last night by his hands." Now that seemed to catch your attention. "Kruge who?" "Helbindi's guard. The one who nearly pushed you into the wall last night." "When you went inside," Kolga continued, "his Grace took Kruge's staff and struck him in his limbs and threatened him to never touch you again if he wanted to stay alive." "Kruge should be glad he did not use his powers on him lest he would be a part of the dark pit's icicles by now." Kolga and Skandi stopped talked to watch you lost in deep thought while your hands scratched Lulu's back on their own, making the floof purr quite loud. "Is she making this little creature vibrate?" Skandi asked her sister in a whisper. "It looks like it," her sister whispered back in awe.

You: *whispering at Javier* What? No, it's okay. We can record here. No one can say anything. *sits on the stone seat in the gallery that seems empty to the camera* *adjusts hair* is it recording? Of course. It's always recording. *clears throat* *at normal tone* So, clearly...*inhales* *raises brows* things are barely standing still right now. And it is clearly not helping that Loki is having sudden urges to pick a fight with whoever bullies me. *Javier's drone catches him discreetly signing at you to lower your voice a bit* You: *irritated* I mean does he want me to get bullied more? Bullies are always going to pick on the weak one in the group for fuck's sake! And evidently, I am the weaker sex. *the camera catches a movement behind you, turning to focus on the source* You: and his highness does not seem to realise that it will be too easy for these giants to torture his weaknesses out of me. Does he not see that? *squints at Javier* what? The drone is recording Javier aggressively telling you to cut it out while looking pale as his gaze goes far behind you. You turn to look where his gaze is going. Javier's camera automatically focuses on Kruge standing next to the last pillar, throwing daggers in your direction through his bloody eyes for a moment before disappearing somewhere. You: *turn around with a shade lighter yourself* *the camera is panning over your face now as you look at it* *whispers* Fuck!

Five Minutes Later One of the drones buzzed against the ice that separated the balcony and the bedroom, tapping itself repeatedly on the transparent frost till the door to the room opened. It turned around to record you and Javier rush inside- the latter placing his camera in his bag and packing his stuff. "Okay, relax, relax!" you stressed to the hyperventilating boy. "We need to get out of here," he signed. "Javi, take three deep breaths? Yes? One? Two? Good. Three. Now think about it. As long as we are with Loki, no one will dare harm us. Okay? Not to mention he has allotted us our personal security team." Javier was on the verge of sobbing. "What about when Loki is not around. What will we do then?" "Javi, don't think like that," you nearly fumed at him. "Loki is in the throne room right now. You take the guards with you and go to him and when you find a window let him know what happened, okay?" Javier was still taking deep breaths while sweating through his fur coat. He nodded. "What about you?" "I...have Lulu." You pointed at the floof sleeping with his belly bared and his paws out. "I won't leave the room, don't worry." Once convinced you'll be fine, Javier hurried outside, leaving you in a silence only filled by light snores of your baby. The drone recorded you biting your lip and tying your hair up in a bun. "Okay," you whispered to yourself, "now we wait." It also recorded the sudden change in the shade of one section of the wall opposite to your back. With the focus still on you, the section of the wall appeared to open out, revealing the pitch blackness lit by a pair of red eyes. The next thing you knew, the drone was lying on the floor, its barely working lens recording your muffled screams and boots struggling to find the ground as a pair of blue feet walked past the lens before it went black.

One Hour Later The camera sat on the stone seat, recording the periodic tapping of Javier's foot from outside the frame. Loki still had audience. The Jotuns discussed every aspect of Jotunheim with the king. Loki sat patiently, listening to every word before advising them necessary steps. The majority was satisfied with the King's suggestions. Many were even in awe. There were a few who were dissatisfied no matter what the God mentioned. "Well-" Loki sat straight, addressing the whole court- "this concludes our day then." "Your grace," one giant bowed at the steps, "there are a few more issues that need your kind attention." Loki sighed, his hand resting on the armrest, his fingers running over his lips in thought. Not sure about Loki, but the camera recorded the patient that ran out of Javier. He got up from his seat, immediately catching the God's eye, who was quick to raise his fingers just for the boy to stop taking any further steps towards him.  "You have stalled me enough," the God acknowledged, catching the giant off guard. "Helbindi should know it better than anyone that a coup against me would be a futile attempt." Loki did not budge where he sat, just his finger drumming on the arm rest. "And I am in no mood for a mutiny."

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The one drone who had been playing with the Jotun kids picked up the damage to a drone in the resting chambers. It buzzed through the halls, trying to pick up your trail, finding corridors and corners to fly through, walking down dark pathways with no windows and steep stairs spiraling deep into the mountains. On its way it found Lulu howling and meowing in a frantic daze, walking down the same path where he found your scent. And it seemed like he found you through the same dark pathway that ultimately reached an opening.  There was nothing but ice all around and in every form. A section of the mountain that opened to the outside with a catch. There were cells cut into this ice for prisoners. Shackles of cold metal rested in every cell. Each of them had metals bars to keep the captives in and an opening in the ice to keep any grain of warmth out. And to add to it all, this entire prison cell rested on a frost chunk hanging at the edge of the mountain. "Stop, please, you cannot do this!" Your voice and footsteps could be heard echoing through this section. The drone buzzed and landed on the wall to record the Kruge stripping you of your fur coat with a maniacal grin on his face. "Hey! HEY!! Give me back my coat!" Kruge stopped you from going for your coat by his hand coming for your throat. His grip made it hard for you to breathe as you struggled to get out of the hold, your nails trying their best to dig into that stubborn cold skin of his. Lulu ran and growled at the giant, scratching at his ankles till the latter kicked him away. "What do you want?" you barely managed to get out of your mouth. "We want Loki out of Jotunheim," he growled in your face, smacking your back in the ice wall behind you before letting go of your throat. You fell down with a thud and a groan, taking in as much air as your windpipe allowed. "Okay," you wheezed, "okay. You let me talk to Loki and I will convince him to leave Jotunheim. I promise. I pinky promise." You even raised your pinky. But Kruge was already closing the bars on you. Lulu ran and jumped through the bars to stop by your side, sniffing and crying, wanting to make sure you were okay. "No no no no," you crawled to the bars, trying to wrap your fingers around them but failing once your skin felt the vicious cold personally, "please don't do this. You have to stop. Now." "You said you know Loki's weakness," a voice boomed from the shadows where you had been dragged from. A very familiar and ominous voice. The drone turned to capture Helbindi stepping into the ice prison with a stature fit for kings. "His essence is lost. It is a secret no more, you quim." You looked at Lulu in confused defeat. "Why does it feel like he called me a whore?" you whispered. Lulu threw his own curses at the giant. "Listen, sir, Mr Helbindi," you began, "you want the throne, right? And I want to get out of here alive. How about I take Loki with me? You get back your kingly rights, I get my friends back and we go our separate ways. Everybody wins!" Helbindi came down on his knees in front of you. A smile rested on those cracked lips of his. His hand went past the bars- to your surprise- and landed on your cheeks. Your gaze kept shifting between his eyes and his hand while your body tried to move away from his hold. But he was one stubborn bastard. "He must have kept you alive for a reason." Helbindi was talking to himself now. His thumb rubbed against your skin, something that was visibly making you uncomfortable. "Ah...he keeps you to satisfy his nightly needs." You pushed yourself away from Helbindi, only to be forced into the bars by his hold around your skull; his chuckle resonating through the prison. "Do not worry my little whore," he whispered right in your ear while his icy breath ran over your skin, "you will be my pet soon. And unlike Loki-" he licked your cheek with his tongue, driving you mad with disgust- "I prefer violence even in my chambers." Your breaths were shallow. A single tear falling from your eyes as you did you best to maintain your features. "You are making a grave mistake," you whispered through your teeth. Lulu tried to claw at Helbindi too but Kruge was already kicking him away, earning a death stare from you. The giant struck his nail in your throat, driving it deep till there was blood. "The only mistake that was made was by you coming into my land. And you all will pay for it." Dropping you back into the snow, Helbindi got up and walked back into the darkness.

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Loki watched the doors open to let Helbindi in, his gait ever so dominating as he walked past the judgmental eyes of every other giant in the court with his own little battalion following him, carrying weapons of all sorts. "A king with no powers has no right to sit on the throne, Laufeyson," Helbindi roared, ground his staff a few feet away from the stairs to the throne, creating a crack in the ground. "And a Jotun with Asgard in his blood has no right to stay alive in Jotunheim." Weapons were drawn at anyone who was not on Helbindi's side. Javier was already on his feet, running by Loki's side with his camera. Loki still had his mouth covered with his hand, as if in a tired trance. "Everybody out," he commanded ever so smoothly to his audience- who was hesitant at first, but left as soon as the God's eyes pierced through every last one of them. Left alone with his brother's radical followers, he sighed out loud, his fingers still drumming. Javier felt a buzz in his pocket, making him take out the little tablet he used to control his cameras. "Your actions with every passing moment make me more sure of your inability to rule over the subjects, brother mine," the God simply commented. The seriousness on Javier's face was turning into a field of fear. "Oh, I am not asking, brother mine," Helbindi snared at Loki, "I am taking what is mine." "And why would I give you anything you want." "Ask your little plaything," Helbindi smirked. The drumming of those pale fingers stopped. Silence eroded in the throne room. And slowly a shallow panting was audible from the God's side. The camera suddenly lost its balance and fell down on the armrest before toppling on the throne behind Loki, his back still in the frame. Light reflected through Javier's eyes, more precisely through his tears, as he moved the tablet towards Loki. "Stop, please, you cannot do this!" your voice echoed through the tablet, and all the lines on Loki's face disappeared. His body got up from the throne, his eyes still stuck on the device, looking at the aftermath of Helbindi's actions. There was no emotion on the God's face while he witnessed everything recorded on the drone. He did not even budge till the recording finished. Once the screen blacked out, he swerved the tablet for Javier to take back. His gaze was apparently still stuck on the black stones on the floor, his jaw threateningly sharp in whatever light coming from the nearest star. "If you want to see her alive again, go back to your ship before the star drops fro-," "You touched her." His voice was just a decibel higher than a whisper; his shoulders stiff. The silver bracelets were visible on his wrists, more so with the light reflecting from them. His pale fingers now turned into fists. "You hurt her."  Nothing but the resonating crack of a metal reverberated through the hall and everything went black.

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The drone sat over the bars, recording the visible shivering breaths coming out of you while your skin turned pale, your fingers blue and your hairs were already collecting frost over them, despite moving your legs as close as you possibly could to your body. "P-plea-hease," your voice shuddered, "s-s-stop hi-im. T-there is-s-s st-i-ill time." "Your master is quite possibly begging on his knees by now," Kruge cackled, gulping down the mead and pouring more from the barrel next to him. Lulu was trying his best to keep your warm with his little body, wrapping himself around your neck while whimpering for you. Kruge was about to finish another mug when his ears caught a snicker that slowly turned into a weak laughter. The drone recorded you chuckling through the pain of the blight. "What is so comedic," Kruge snarled at you. "You thought I was telling you to stop for Loki's sake?" you laughed a little more, making the Jotun simmer with building rage. "I was telling you to stop your master before it's too late, you sewage rat's tick." The lens panned in on your features, all those helpless tears replaced by a smirk that could put the devil to shame. "You master thinks I am Loki's weakness." Your eyes glistened with a tint of some hidden darkness inside them in contrast to all the white around you. "Because I made him think that, you buffoon." "He is nothing without his essen-" "Count your peaceful breaths, you son of a bitch," you stressed, never batting your eyelids, "because you are not going to die an easy death today." You smiled turned into a chuckle before your eyes turned heavy and you fell down. The drone- in its last few minutes- went dark, but not before recording Lulu's cried, mewls, howls that slowly turned into a blood curdling roar echoing till the end.

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A Deal With a Dragon

Characters: m!dragon x f!human Content: Enemies to lovers, breeding, size difference, fluffy ending Rating: Lemon Word count: ~1,600 A/N: There's a fight scene, but the violence isn’t too graphic.

A dragon resides in the abandoned castle on the mountain.

The creature terrorizes the nearby village; stealing valuables, eating livestock, kidnapping villagers. The peasants always come back, but they refuse to speak of their experiences.

The reward for slaying the dragon was enticing: two thousand gold. More than enough for your family to live a comfortable life. But as you traverse the mountainside, dragging your feet through puddles and mud, dread clouds your mind. You’re not an experienced knight—your chances of killing it are slim.

Thunder and rain echo through the foyer as you step inside the castle. The doors have long since fallen off the hinges and rotted away.

Torches line the stone walls, their glow fighting off the dark gloom. The flames crackle as your shadow dances, your only companion as you roam the halls. Claw marks mar the floors.

As you wander the castle, you pass through giant rooms and empty hallways. What was once a beloved home is now a husk of its former glory, the lair of a monster.

Your search brings you to a stairwell. The steps wind down, down, down into the belly of the castle. Though the stairs coil like an endless snake, your feet find the ground. You stand before the maw of the vault.

On a pile of treasure sits the dragon, silver scales shining under torchlight. Imposing horns curl on top of his head, sticking out like thorns on a rose stem. Golden eyes open, appraising you as you approach. The foe snarls, showing a row of dangerous fangs. He stands, towering over you.

“Die, foul beast!”

You withdraw your blade from its sheath and brandish the weapon. The display has the opposite effect; the dragon bursts into derisive laughter.

“You wish to slay me?”

He blows a pillar of fire, but your shield blocks the attack.

The dragon dodges your blade as you strike. He swerves around and smacks you with his tail, sending you flying across the room. Your entire body aches as you lie on the cold, hard metal, the beast’s cackling filling your ears.

A second wind takes over as you push yourself up. The bastard will pay for all the sorrow he has brought. You slash again, and again, and again. None of your blows connect as he steps out of the way.

He flaps his wings; the blast smacks you against the floor, knocking the wind out of your lungs. Your shield clatters on the ground, too far away to reach. Seething, you howl as you swing, the cuts wild and bloodthirsty.

The sword slices into the dragon’s side. Roaring in pain, he clutches the wound and bares his fangs, his glare piercing into you. He slashes and you duck, dodging the blow right before it connects. You strike again, but he blocks your attack with his claws, ripping the weapon from your hands and throwing it across the room. The dragon picks you up by your neck, raising you into the air.

“You have guts.” He cackles, smoke billowing from his nostrils. “Most knights die before they even unsheathe their sword.”

He slams you against the ground. The thumping of your heart drowns out his words. “But you are not like most knights, are you?”

A stray touch would break your bones into a million pieces. You want to give up, desperately wish to give up, but your pride won’t let you. It isn’t about the village or the reward anymore, but your dignity.

“You are a remarkable fighter. I will give you two options.”

Gold clinks under his stomping feet.

“Either leave, or become my mate.”

“Mate?”

“I need a strong heir. The blood of a warrior should flow through their veins. In my years of fighting lowly knights, you have come the closest to defeating me.”

Your eyes widen as his words sink in.

“No need to be shocked. What do you think I do with the villagers?” He spits out a small flame. “They beg for my cock.”

A fire grows within as you consider your choices. Your gaze travels down to the dragon’s crotch: The tip of his cock peeks out of its slit. It is clear which option he wants you to choose.

“What if I refuse?”

“You are free to leave. Killing such a strong knight would be a waste.”

So he has honor. That’s more than you expect from a monster.

“If I mate with you, will you stop attacking the village?”

A deep laugh wells in his throat, either in mockery or admiration.

“You give yourself to me for those fools? What do you gain from helping them? They cannot repay you—I stole all their gold.”

Your fist slams into the ground.

“They are honest people! Why should they live in fear? My purity is a small price for their safety.”

“If you wish…”

He lifts you up, flapping his wings and flying upwards. A scream gets caught in your throat, unable to escape. Flying through a hole in the ceiling, he lands on the next floor, in the remains of a bedroom. Pieces of broken furniture lie in heaps, the leg of a chair snapping under the dragon’s foot. Carrying you across the room, he lowers you into a pile of pillows.

“Comfortable?” He strokes your face, making you quiver.

Grabbing your chin, careful not to scratch, he forces your gaze towards his.

“You should be proud.” His tongue drags across your neck, steamy breath hitting your skin. “You will be the mother of my child.”

He makes quick work of your armor, throwing it aside; it clangs against the stone floor. Rough hands paw at your breasts, claws close to delicate skin. His tongue explores your body, lapping at your nipples. The motions are slow, deliberate. You warm up under his touch, the soreness in your body fading away as you melt.

“Relax. You will mewl in no time.”

He handles your thighs, his grasp firm yet gentle.

“Humans are so delicate.”

He growls, taking a long lick. A gasp escapes as a wordless whisper. He licks again, savoring your taste. You fight back a moan, but another lick draws it out. Lying back into the pillows, you wallow in the sensation.

A wicked grin races across the dragon’s face. “You are enjoying this.”

Your chest lights up like dry branches in a bonfire. Gods yes, you are.

As he licks, his prick grows to full length, almost a foot. Its pointed tip leaks golden pre.

“Knights have a purity pact, do they not? It is a shame you will break yours.” He shakes his head in mock disappointment. “Such a pity.”

His tip prods at your entrance, easing inside. It burns for a moment before the overwhelming fullness sends pleasure up your spine. He pulls back, slowly rocking in and out of you.

Grunts and gasps intertwine. Masculine moans fill your mind as his cock stretches you. You’re lying with the beast they sent you to kill, and you love it.

Once you were a valiant warrior, now you’re a monster’s fuck toy. You’re a disgrace. The taboo is delicious.

“My knight.” The words creep from his gut.

He thrusts faster, faster. His cries of lust grow louder, needier.

A hand grips a pillow, the other dipping down to your bud, rubbing the sensitive spot. On lonely nights your fingers would dance on your clit, but they’re nothing like his wondrous dick. Losing yourself to pleasure, your eyes drift shut.

Claws grab your shoulder, the sharp ends threatening to pierce. When your eyes open, a disgruntled dragon peers back at you.

“Let me look into your eyes when I come inside you.”

The annoyance melts away as he bucks, replaced with gluttonous delight. His tongue slips out of his maw, dangling above you. The lewd display arouses you further, nectar seeping over his prick. You’re close to your peak.

He is too, judging by how wild his thrusts have become. Growls rumble in his throat, smoke flowing from his mouth.

This wasn't how you expected the fight to end; you feared you would die, another body on the pile of slain knights. Instead, you’re the dragon’s mate, the future bearer of his heir.

A much better alternative to dying.

Roaring in triumph, the dragon erupts with a final plunge. He pulls you close as he fills you, ensuring none of his seed leaks out. The embrace is enough to push you over the edge; you cry out in his arms.

The ordeal sapped all the energy from your body, the soreness from before returning. It’s a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction.

Thick arms wrap around your waist, his hot, massive body pressing against yours. Claws play with your hair.

“Stay with me.”

“What?”

“I will take care of you as you carry our child.”

A far cry from the fury he unleashed earlier.

He pulls out, arranging the pillows underneath so they raise your lower half. A hand glides to your belly. His smile is warm, uncharacteristic of the fearsome beast.

Verdant trees and cerulean waters surround the village below. From the balcony, everything else is worlds apart. The castle is its own realm.

True to his word, the dragon ceased his attacks on the settlement. The last few months have been peaceful.

Your family hasn’t seen you since you began living in the castle, but you send them letters and bags of gold to let them know you’re alive. You wish to reunite with them some day.

“Enjoying the view, brave knight?” From behind, his hand rubs your swelling belly, pulling you into an embrace. Your smile is soft.

You lost the battle with the dragon, but it wasn’t an end; it was a beginning.

[jaskierswolf]

The White Wolf (pt. 1/3)

Ship: Geraskier - Established. Rating: T Word Count: 6k in total (this chapter is 2k)

Summary: Following an unfortunate encounter with a mage, Geralt gets cursed into a wolf. Jaskier and Geralt must travel the Continent in search of someone that can help them. (AO3)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, nudity (Jaskier’s clothes don’t change with him).

Part 7: Shifter!Jaskier Verse (Tumblr) - Can be read as a stand alone. 

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The cloud of sparkling dust settled on the floor and Geralt was nowhere to be seen. The last Jaskier had seen of his boyfriend, he’d been thrown against the wall, barely able to move his fingers to form Quen in time before his head knocked against the stone. There was no witcher in the room now. Just a pile of bloodstained white fur in the corner of the room.

Jaskier snarled and sniffed the air. He could smell Geralt but something was wrong. Geralt reeked of wet dog. Jaskier growled, low and menacing, at the sorcerer in front of them. The man had been luring children away from their homes in the dead of night using all sorts of sweet treats. Then at night he was pulling their dreams from their minds and using them for fuck knows what. The children were returning to their homes as lifeless ghosts of their former selves, and thus a witcher and his trusted companion had been hired.

“I’m no fool, bard.” The sorcerer spat. “I can sense your magic.

Jaskier let his sharp teeth show as he snarled again. He let his magic loose and there was a sickening crunch of bones. Jaskier’s thick russet fur melted away into long red feathers. He spread his wings as a thick black mane grew along he neck. He roared at the sorcerer and struck both talons across his chest, balancing on the large lion paws of his hind legs. The sorcerer was thrown backwards as dark blood seeped through his clothing. The attack had caught him off guard. Jaskier stalked forward, his front talons clacking on the wooden floor. This human had stolen Jaskier’s mate and they had to pay.

The scent of blood was thick in the air and all he knew was the hunt.

The prey was wounded. It was an easy kill.

He screeched as he prepared to land the final blow but a large snowy white wolf with glowing amber eyes suddenly stood between him and the prey.

Amber eyes.

Jaskier knew those eyes.

Geralt.

He let his magic loose and shifted back into a wolf. There was just something about Geralt being in wolf form that ignited all his pack instincts. He didn’t know whether Geralt was stuck as a wolf or could shift between animals, but Jaskier knew he would match Geralt no matter what.

The thought gave him pause. He wondered whether it was an instinct of his people, lost and long forgotten. Were there ever groups of shifters? Were they still alive? Or was he alone… He’d always felt so alone. Jaskier nudged his head under Geralt’s snout and whined. Geralt huffed and butted Jaskier’s head. Jaskier did his best wolfy grin and then mouthed at Geralt’s nose before rolling over onto his back with a wag of his tail.

Geralt gave a quick bark and then looked pointedly between Jaskier and mage. Jaskier tilted his head, wondering how Geralt still managed to look unimpressed even as a wolf. Jaskier snorted and rolled back onto his paws. He glanced around the room, his clothes were still at the inn. Geralt’s clothes appeared to have disappeared when he was changed into a wolf; lucky bastard. He spotted a long cloak hanging up on the wall and wagged his tail. He leapt up on his hind legs and pulled at the cloak with his teeth. When he was covered nicely by the heavy material he shifted back into his human form with a crack of his bones.

The cloak was thick, grey and woollen. It had a large hood, reminiscent of the cloaks the elves used. He wrapped it round his shoulders and then grinned at Geralt.

“Hello, dearest. I know you’re the White Wolf and all, but isn’t this taking it a bit too far?” He reached out with his hand and Geralt bumped it with his snout. He gave Geralt a quick scratch behind the ears. “Can you shift?”

Geralt tilted his head.

Jaskier frowned and stuck his tongue out as he tried to figure out a way to explain it. It was like trying to explain how to blink or breathe or… just exist. “Umm, ah, think of Roach? Try and feel her hooves, her mane?”

Geralt’s snout scrunch up and he let out a snarl.

“No?”

Geralt shook his head, one ear twitched and Jaskier couldn’t help but coo. Geralt growled at that.

“I’m sorry!” He said, not really sorry at all. “But, my love, you look so cute!”

Another growl.

“Oh stop it. You’re trying to be all scary witcher and it’s not working. You are adorable and I can turn into a dragon so shush.” He bopped Geralt on the nose and gave him another scratch behind the ears. Geralt’s tail began to wag. Geralt looked behind him and snarled, clearly not enjoying the way his body was betraying his feelings. He also looked as if he was about to start chasing his tail. He was baring his teeth, snarling as the tail flicked on the stone floor. Jaskier took pity on him and knelt down so he could cup his wolf’s face in his hands. “Geralt, darling?”

Geralt blinked and looked up at him.

“There you go. The instincts might feel a bit strong at first but we’ll work it out alright?” Jaskier buried in face in Geralt’s fur, his own instincts to shift back into a wolf were almost overwhelming him, but Geralt needed him human. It was easier to explain things to his newly wolf companion when he could use words. It was also nice to be able to snuggle in Geralt’s fur for a change.  “Do you know how to fix this?”

Geralt shook his head.

“I shouldn’t have killed the mage, should I?” Jaskier asked with a sigh.

Another head shake and a whine.

Jaskier kissed Geralt’s head. “In my defence, witcher. I thought he’d killed you!” Geralt licked his face and he grimaced. “Geralt! Oh gods, that went up my nose!”

Geralt wagged his tail and pounced. Jaskier was knocked back onto the ground and Geralt’s tongue was drooling all over his face, which would have been fine if Geralt’s tongue didn’t feel so coarse against his skin. “Oi, no! Get off you big lump!”

Geralt nipped at his ear and sat back down, his tail thumped noisily against the stone floor.

Jaskier sighed and grabbed Geralt’s swords from where they’d clattered on the floor. Jaskier hummed. Geralt’s clothes and medallion had changed with him but his swords had not. At least his magic was consistent. Geralt head-butted his leg and they finally fled the tower together. It felt strange being the one on two feet instead of four but they’d faced worse things in their two years travelling together.

Two years…

Had it really been so long? He’d been with Geralt for two whole years… not mentioning the little blip of his mother’s horrendous return into his life. He shuddered at the memory. Yeah, they’d definitely been through worse together. ___________

As they approached the town Geralt snorted and laid down on the ground, resting his head on his big white paws. Jaskier glanced over his shoulder at the wolf with a scowl before he realised why Geralt had stopped. He grinned and walked back to pet Geralt’s head. Geralt’s tail thumped heavily against the ground as Jaskier gave him a scratch behind the ear. Geralt still looked put out by his tail’s reaction to affection but now seemed resigned to the fact he could no longer mask his happier feelings.

“Well isn’t this a turn of events. I’m normally the one that has to wait outside!” Jaskier announced with a laugh.

Geralt let out a low growl and mouthed at Jaskier’s fingers.

“Ouch! Sharp teeth, Geralt. You’re not exactly a pup, dear heart,” Jaskier chided.

Geralt’s ears flicked and Jaskier was pretty sure the strange snuffling noise was Geralt trying to laugh at him.

“Stay here. I’ll go and get our stuff,” he sighed and looked down at himself. The cloak wasn’t exactly modest and whilst he had very little shame over his body, most humans wouldn’t appreciate him walking around town with his dick out. “Next time we are keeping my clothes in a pack and not back at the inn.”

Geralt barked and his tongue hung out of his mouth as he wagged his tail.

“Yeah yeah, go on, laugh at your poor suffering boyfriend.”

Geralt barked again and jumped up to lick Jaskier’s face, placing both paws on Jaskier’s shoulders. Jaskier just ruffled Geralt’s fur and kissed his snout.

“I’ll be back soon, love.”

He wrapped the cloak around him in a feeble attempt to cover himself up and trudged back to the inn. He did get some bizarre looks from the villagers but he did his best to ignore them. Had they never seen a bard wearing just a cloak and witcher’s swords before? He scoffed. They were amateurs. He tried to sneak up to their room at the inn but the bloody innkeeper spotted him.

“Oi, where do you think you’re going?”

Jaskier spun around, only just remembering to keep his hands gripped on the cloak to stop it from flying open. He still had Geralt’s swords in their holder in his hand and he held them up for the innkeeper to see. “I’m a friend of the witcher’s. Jaskier? The bard? You might have heard of me?”

“Toss a Coin?” The innkeeper asked and Jaskier let out a sigh of relief.

“Ah, yes. That’s the one,” He sang a couple of lines just to prove his point. “And umm, well. Geralt… Geralt was looking after my lute for me whilst I was… away?”

“Away?”

“Yeah,” Jaskier winced. It was a terrible story and he was ashamed. “But you see, I really need to get it back.”

“Did the witcher take your clothes too?” The innkeeper asked with a smirk, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Jaskier felt his cheeks heat up and it took all his control not to shift back into a mouse. He laughed nervously and tugged the cloak tighter around his chest. “Well, funny you should say that.”

“Those his swords?”

“Yes! Yes they are. I ran into him on the path just outside of town. He’s dealt with your mage problem, but ah. Umm. Spells! He was hit by a spell and it’s really not very pretty so he asked me to collect our… his.. belongings. So I’m just…” He pointed to the stairs and the innkeeper waved his hand. “Thank you ever so much, kind sir. May all the gods praise you!”

“Just go, bard.”

Jaskier gave a quick bow and then flew up the stairs, two steps at at time. Once inside the room he got dressed and quickly gathered up their belongings before heading back out to fetch Roach. The conversation with the stable girl went just as well as the one with the innkeeper and Jaskier barely remembered the story he’d woven only a few minutes before, but he was gone and heading back towards the forest before anyone else could question him.

He didn’t ride Roach but it was easier with her carrying the bags and his lute. Once he was out of sight from the townsfolk he considered shifting back into a wolf. Whatever the mage had hit Geralt with was driving him crazy, but they still needed to find a solution to Geralt’s wolf problem so regretfully he remained on two feet. He huffed and dragged his feet as they headed back to where he’d left Geralt. How did people cope with being in one form all the time? It was so boring!

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Next

[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Go Before Me & Stand Behind

OC coaxes Thranduil to allow her to fight in a battle, but is injured and the healer accidentally reveals she is pregnant.

MASTERLIST

OC(s) Used:  Enyalie

Word Count:  1,727

Translations are at the bottom

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"Melleth nin, I don't care what you say or do, you are absolutely not coming with me and Legolas to battle.  It's too dangerous for an elleth."  Thranduil said, standing in front of me as I scowled up at him, dressed in my armor.

"Thranduil, I am coming with you.  Nothing you say will make me change my mind."  I said stubbornly, crossing my arms across my chest and lifting my chin defiantly.

Thranduil sighed, his icy blue eyes sliding away from me as he struggled to maintain his composure.  "You ARE NOT GOING!  If I have to chain you up in the dungeons, I will."  He hissed, his tone of voice turning harsh.

I bit my lip, trying to keep the triumphant smile that tugged on my lips at bay.  I still had an ace up my sleeve.

Dropping the stubborn act, I reached out my arms for Thranduil and he promptly enfolded me a gentle hug, his chin resting on my head.

I snuggled myself against his chest.  "Goheno nin, Melleth nin.  I'm just scared about the battle.  What if they storm the castle?  Then I will be here alone without you."  I whimpered 'fearfully', and Thranduil's grip tightened slightly.

"I wouldn't leave you alone.  I will have guards assigned to you."   He whispered comfortingly against my hair.  I smiled to myself as he was acting according to plan.

"I know, but I'd feel safer with you, El nin."  I whispered, pulling away slightly, my hands gliding down his arms as he kept them around me.

The moment I saw his gaze flicker to my lips, I knew he was mine.  "Muin nin, I will consent as long as you do exactly as I say, alright?"  He said gently, leaning in to softly kiss me.

After a long moment, I pulled away from Thranduil, gently running my fingers through his silky white hair before wriggling out of his grip.  "Let's go get those hu ugauns."  I said, making Thranduil smile.

"You are always so creative in your word choices Muin nin hervess..."  He chuckled as he followed me out of the room.

Le time skip~~~

Once we were finally, finally on the field of battle, I realized just how much I hated it.  Hated all the blood and guts flying everywhere, and the agonized screams of wounded Elves.

But I continued onwards.  Thranduil rode before me on his elk, and Legolas behind on his silver mare.  I myself rode a pure white doe of massive proportions, the mate of Thranduil's elk.

Thranduil kept glancing back at me, unable to keep his full attention on the coming battle.  I urged my doe to walk faster until I was riding beside Thranduil.

"Melleth nin, I will be fine.  You trained me yourself, remember?  Now, just focus on the battle."  I said, reaching out and grabbing his hand, squeezing gently.

Thranduil gazed silently at me for a moment, reading my expression.  Then he nodded, dropping my hand as he drove his elk forward, a harsh battle cry emerging from his throat as he kicked his elk into a gallop.  The rest of the army followed close behind, obeying his shouted instructions.

Legolas sped along beside me, not wanting to leave me or disobey his father's order of protecting me.  

I watched as Thranduil arranged the army, calling last minute commands before taking his place on the front lines.  

As the opposing army appeared, Thranduil again called the battle cry, making me wince at the harsh tones his voice took on.

"Si ath thur!"

The armored Elves tensed, waiting for the final command that would prompt them to launch themselves at the enemy.

Within seconds, Thranduil called for the army to advance, to attack.  The wall of Elves rushed forward, some setting up a wall of shield, their lances sticking out about it.  Others continued forward, swords drawn to engage the enemy in hand-to-hand combat.

Metal shrieked across metal the two armies met.  The cries of the wounded and dying again filled the air, causing me to frown.

Legolas paced his horse beside me.  I sent a glance towards him, noting his longing expression.  "Go ahead, ion nin.  I will be fine."  I said to him, motioning towards the fierce battle.

Legolas looked at me incredulously.  "Naneth, I can't leave you, Adar said--"  But I cut him off with a raised finger.

"Legolas, I am perfectly capable of defending myself if it comes to that.  Which it won't."  I said.  "If your Adar says anything, tell him I sent you away.  My fault, not yours."

Legolas looked apprehensive, but swiftly rode away into the fray, leaving me behind.  

Once he had disappeared from sight, (an easy thing to do in the mass of bodies), I breathed a sigh of relief.  It was just a bit stifling to have Legolas pacing beside me, casting those longing looks towards the battle.

After taking a quick glance around me, double-checking that both my husband and son were both not paying attention to me, I dismounted and drew my sword.  It had been given to me by Thranduil as a courting gift.

There were words inscribed on the hilt.  'Hin gelair lin orthernir 'uren'.  There was a special meaning behind them.  Thranduil always said that the moment my eyes had met his that first time we'd met, he'd been mine.  

A whispered command of 'stay' had my doe standing stock-still as I darted into the battle.  It did not take me long to realize battles were definitely NOT my favourite.  It was almost all I could do to just stand my ground.

Somehow, I gained only minor injuries, but each one stung just a little more than the last, sapping my endurance and strength.

I gasped for breath, watching the army retreat.  We'd won the battle, and hopefully wouldn't need to do anything more to ensure the peace of Mirkwood.

I limped back to my doe and mounted her with some difficulty owing to my injuries.  Also, my pants had been sliced by a particularly nasty brute and threatened to fall at any given moment.

Finally settling myself in the saddle, I sat sedately on the doe, waiting until Thranduil returned to my side.  I could only imagine what he would say at my tale-telling appearance.  Maybe he would believe it if I told him that a few soldiers had come after me...

But one look at him as he approached told me that it wouldn't the case.  He was going to launch into a full-on lecture.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING OUT THERE?  DID YOU EVEN REALIZED FOR A MOMENT THAT YOU COULD HAVE DIED?  HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME!  I'M JUST TRYING TO KEEP YOU SAFE!"  He yelled, causing everyone else to stare at the two of  

us.

I listened quietly, feeling a bit sheepish.  I knew he would rant for awhile, finding someway to make me feel horrible for even daring to step off my doe.

Then I started feeling nauseous.  VERY nauseous.  My hand fluttered to my mouth and I vaguely heard Thranduil fall silent.

"Melleth nin?  Are you alright?  You've gone pale...  Mela!"  Thranduil cried as I rocked forward.  He jumped off his elk just in time to catch and lower me to the ground.  

A puddle of vomit quickly appeared at my feet as my stomach clenched and heaved.  Thranduil held my hair back, murmuring gently as I gagged up more partially digested food.

"Melleth nin?"  Thranduil cooed once I'd finally rid myself of my stomach's contents.

I didn't bother to answer due to the dizziness that overwhelmed me.  Slowly, everything faded to black, Thranduil's panicked voice still echoing through my head.

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Loud voices and a bitter herbal smell assaulted my senses.  A groan escaped my lips at the disturbance.  I was aware enough to realize that I was being carried in someone's arms, tucked close against their chest.  Thranduil's chest.

But once my groan pierced the air, the voices fell silent, and hot breath warmed my skin as Thranduil gently nuzzled my neck.

He resumed talking, this time in a softer voice so as not to disturb me before placing me gently on a soft bed.

"Muin nin...  How are you feeling?"  Thranduil murmured, his face slowly coming into focus as I blinked.  Another face came into view beside him, one of a Healer's.

"Excuse me Hir nin.  I must examine your wife, Hiril nin."  She said, nodding to the both of us.  

Thranduil quickly stepped aside, letting the Healer move to my bedside.  But I protested quickly.  "No, no.  I feel perfectly fine."  I said, sitting up suddenly and almost falling face-first onto the floor as dizziness again clouded my senses.

Thranduil caught me, pushing me gently back against the pillows, his face worried.  "No, Melleth nin.  You passed out, remember?"  He said, cradling my hand within his own.  "Just let the Healer look you over."

I tried to protest again, but the Healer moved quickly, her hands moving lightly over my cuts and bruises, gently applying salve to them.

Then she gently peeled up my tunic, running her hands down my sides to check for broken bones.  Once finding none, she gently poked at my stomach, checking for internal injuries.  But a look of surprise flashed across her face before being replaced with a knowing smile.

She moved quickly through the rest of the exam before giving me the okay.  "Well my Lady, you are both good to go.  Although I would not advise taking part in any more battles in your condition..."  She said, giving me a wink before turning to Thranduil who had a confused expression on his face.  

"Congratulations, My King."  She said, making him look even more befuddled.  I grimaced, this was not the way I'd envisioned telling Thranduil about the newest addition to our family.  

"I haven't told him yet..."  I said, and Thranduil's eyes widened as the puzzle inside his head finally fell into place.

The Healer slipped away as Thranduil scooted closer, his icey blue eyes sparkled like saphires.  

"You are with child."  He murmured, and I nodded.  I could tell from his tone that after Thranduil got over his excitement, I would be getting hell from him for even daring to suggest taking part in a battle while in my condition.

Melleth nin:  My love

Elleth:  Elven woman

Goheno nin:  I'm sorry

El nin:

Muin nin:  My dear

Hu ugauns:  Cowardly dogs

Muin nin hervess:  My dear wife

Si ath thur:  Now to victory

Ion nin:  My son

Naneth:  Mother

Adar:  Father

Hin gelair lin orthernir 'uren:  Your radiant eyes conquered my heart

Mela:  Love

Hir nin:  My Lord

Hiril nin:  My Lady

[valntinemorgenstern]

An Ocean of Darkness; an elriel one-shot

Summary: *Set post-ACOSF / post B&M extra* *ACOSF SPOILERS*

Azriel meditates on Nyx's birth and tries to settle with himself what his new future will look like. He encounters Elain in the grounds outside the House of Wind. Angsting and sexual tension proceed.

There was something almost wrong about this feeling. Swaddled in the finest cloth, nestled in his arms, the little body was surprisingly weighty; compact. Hot. Its head was barely as wide as his fist. Its scent, sweet as honeysuckle at twilight, billowed around him as it breathed, the motion barely perceptible through the swaddling. Only if he peered close: there. A flutter against the fabric, delicate as a bee’s wings.

Azriel knew it should not have been like this. But the sight of Nyx sleeping, so effortlessly perfect, unleashed something ravenous inside him. Dark as a moonless night; seeping. It spread with the consistency of newly-spilled of blood. Tangible, like seeing an old acquaintance outlined in the doorway.

His shadows began to rise around him.

Where did this feeling come from? Why was he slipping, just at the sight of an infant? It was as if his foot had slid over ice-smooth rock, where he had expected to feel a foothold. And now he fell. And fell, and fell, it seemed, in every direction.

Everything about this was hard to accept. This improbable creature, only two years ago, could never have existed. The fact that in some long-distant eon of time, he himself would have resembled this miniature thing. This thing so fragile, despite the tips of its wings poking out above the blankets. This thing that knew nothing but the everlasting worship of everyone in their Inner Circle. Mor had held onto him for hours; Azriel had only wrestled her into relinquishing her prize by reminding her that her presence was needed elsewhere.

In that long-distant eon of time, had he, too, shut his eyes so? Slept with such trust, in a stranger’s arms? His cheeks, were they as apple-round, as faintly blushed? His nose as tiny? Surely even he, as a babe, would have been set into the cradle of someone’s arms like this, however briefly. Would they have seen his skin as Nyx’s was? Dusky and glowing. Whole, silk-thin. Unruined.

Azriel brought a fingertip up to his forehead, tracing a reverent line across his skin. The intensity of that softness astonished him. It was like a sun-warmed rose petal, rubbed between your fingers. He had forgotten that this was what children were like: their bodies so foreign, so killingly soft. No wonder this had been beaten out of him.

A scrap of a memory danced before him. A whirling hem of a dress; a hand, thrown backwards. Elegant, and pale. Faint lines of dirt circling the fingernails.

His gaze lifted, as if to follow it.

Instead, his eyes collided with Rhys’, who, it appeared, had been staring at him.

There was no time to tuck away his thoughts. They were breaking the surface even as Azriel straightened, and he knew how gasping-loud they would be. All this time, and I thought it would just be us, together. And now, I am the one alone. The next followed, swimming on its tail, but of course, it would always be this way. This is the way it was always supposed to be. It was always going to be. In the end, there would only ever be him. Azriel would always be there, really, chained on the floor of that dungeon. Head cast back in the stale darkness, seeing only the faint light of his breath on the chilly air.

His brother’s expression was twisted into a wellspring of deep sorrow. For him.

Rhys stepped forwards. “I’m sorry.”

It was like some snag in time: already, the resemblance between father and son was so strong. This was just a vision of what the boy in his arms would be in so many years.

Get out of my head. It surprised him, the anger. Like someone had rushed him by mistake and he stumbled, casting around for who had done it.

“I’ll take him.” Rhys said, coming closer, arms extended.

Azriel glanced down at Nyx, suddenly unable to remember why he had petitioned Mor to hold him in the first place. What did he want with this child, so loved? What did he want with the memories and the feelings he invoked so slickly, so powerfully?

As his arms were relieved of the burden, he considered that he must be the only person in all of Prythian who was not interested in handling the babe. Once the news of Nyx’s existence became widespread — and it was already leaking, fast, his sources informed him — the child would be hunted for the rest of his existence.

Then he was in the air, feeling the wind whip about his wings, whirling up and up. It just this side of dusk, the sky quietly darkening, the horizon splayed plum-purples and blues. Rhys and Cassian, both, now had their mates and their homes, but this was Azriel’s only real home. The empty sky. The smell of the air, turning into night. The soothing cold. Breathing so deep as to let the chill infuse his skin, down to his bones, over and over, as if he could bottle this precious sensation, so that it would be always with him.

Azriel let himself circle, flying aimlessly, until the night stretched itself over the heavens in its full glory. He had seen so many courts, visited so many places — probably even more than Rhysand. But no other could compare to the fabulous majesty of the night court sky, this high, this late. Velvet-black, all-encompassing but for the light of the stars that glittered like drops of crystal inlaid into a seabed of darkness. And just like an ocean, it seemed to move, to breathe a life of its own. A darkness that you could reach into, and it would reach back.

When eventually he returned to the House of Wind, he lingered outside, unwilling to step across the threshold. For there was only his solitary bed, and sleep, mocking him. Taunting him.

From the smell of vacancy about the place, he could tell that Cassian and Nesta were not inside. For once.

Some thrill that felt oddly like freedom curled around him. Or was it rebellion? But how long had he been playing this game with her now? Waiting. Loitering in the grounds. Just on the off-chance. It was never an off-chance.

The rush that coursed through him when he spotted her — curled up on the ground, near a rose bush, her hair like a shadow-splashed coin — was so heady it dizzied him.

She glided to her feet. “Why are you here, Azriel?”

Something inside him seized, at the sound of his name, spoken on her lovely, melodious voice.

She walked forwards. “Why? Why are you here?” This time, the edge in her tone had given way to something else. A pleading.

If he reached out his hand, he thought, he could have had her body, so much more petite than her sisters’, flush against him. And then everything in the world would have melted away apart from the shape and the feel of her. The too-exquisite cloud of her scent that floated around him.

He remembered Rhys’ words. You are to stay away from her.

How terribly he had managed so far. Every day he was only sliding further downhill. And enjoying it so deliciously.

He was about to say, I thought we had an understanding. But of course, there was no understanding. No words about this had passed between them. It was something that was forming, half-knowing, between them both. And neither had the will to stop themselves. What if I lingered here? What if I went down this corridor? What if I allowed myself to look too long? What if I were to drive myself half-mad, searching for an excuse to touch you? “I…could not bare the thought of going to my bed.”

It was like someone else had said the words. He almost checked himself, as if to see that he were actually still master of his own body.

A small nod. And then, suddenly, with no warning, she stepped up, her hand covering the side of his face. “It has been this way for you too long, has it not?” Her thumb was stroking, backwards and forwards, across his cheekbone.

Immediately, he felt his shadows sing, his body begin to thrum with something keener than mere pleasure. Yes. Yes. He had caressed her neck just so, at Solstice. When they had nearly kissed.

The memory swirled in her eyes, too.

Stay away from her.

This feeling, this touch of hers. He could live in it. Eat from it, drink from it. Survive in it. This wildness. He would submit himself to anything for it.

“I have something for you.” A moment later, there was coldness were her hand had been, and she had drawn out something from the pocket of her skirts, holding it aloft.

“What is it?” The liquid inside was some purple-brown, shimmering fluid.

“It will help you sleep.”

“Ah.” He understood. “And I mustn’t take too much, I assume?”

She frowned. “It will not steal consciousness away. It will ease the unquiet inside you, that is all.”

How do you know? He stared into those doe-brown eyes, so large, considering all the different things he could say, and do. In his mind, he laid out the options, and weighed them up. The only one drawing him was the version of events where he dove down into the crook of her neck, and breathed in, open-mouthed, frantic, pulling in her scent; letting his teeth and tongue cover every single scrap of skin he could find. Instead, he said, “We need to stop this.”

“Stop what?”

“This. You know.”

A determined shake of her head. “I have made my choice.” He shook his head, trying to dispel the hazy image of Lucien; playing unsuccessfully with the idea of introducing more space between them.

“It is more than that.”

“Rhysand?” A noise of contempt left her.

He stared. Had she heard the entire conversation he’d had with him, in his office? It was possible. But then, there were other things. “How did you know?”

“Does it not occur to you…What if Rhysand were in your position? Can you imagine him obeying some order to stay away from my sister? No. Never.” She pushed closer, defiant. Heat radiated from her. The effort of not touching her was like sinking underwater, allowing himself to drown. Stopping himself from the urge to throw up his arms and gasp for breath. “I care nothing for his orders.”

This girl, who seemed so pure and innocent; who had been holed away for so long. And yet she seemed to have a more accurate grasp of the High Lord’s character than some who had known him years. “How do you know — all this?”

She made a light shrug. “My power rises in me, still. I see, hear, feel — odd things. But I keep seeing you. Your arm under your head, sheets back. You don’t even shut the curtains, now. You do not even try to close your eyes.”

She had been seeing…him? In his bed?

Before he had time to worry what else she had seen of him, she had grabbed one of his hands, thrusting the vial into his palm. By instinct, his fingers shut around the glass, clasping, too, the edge of her fingers. And then she was ducking her head, pressing a warm, firm kiss to the grotesque half-flayed skin that coated his knuckles. “Please.” Her beautiful eyes implored him. “For my sake.”

[underworldobsessed]

All is Well ll An Obitine Fanfic

Title: All is Well Rating: M Ship: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze, Bo-Katan Kryze (Briefly) Series: ABO Obitine (Part 9 out of ???), TAS Week (Omegaverse week) (Part 6 out of 7) Summary: Written for Temples and Sabers Day 6: Induced Rut ll Post The Lawless ll After Satine is stabbed with the darksaber on Mandalore, she is taken to a Nite Owl base to recover. As part of her recovery process, the medical staff needs to induce a rut in order to ensure she is healing properly and nothing else was damaged in the attack. Obi-Wan definitely does not take kindly to being separated from Satine during this. Author’s Note: I couldn't bring myself to write s//mut despite trying, so I did fade to black. No draft I wrote with it made me happy, so I decided against it for this one. Despite that, I hope you all enjoy!

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Satine had been unconscious for three days now, the lightsaber she took to the gut did more damage than Obi-Wan had initially thought. It was a miracle she was alive, if Bo-Katan had been any later in removing Satine’s body, she wouldn’t have survived. After Satine was safely off-world and in the care of the Nite Owls, Bo had come back for Obi-Wan, taking him directly to the base where she had brought Satine. They had their best medical team on it, trying to heal Satine.

Obi-Wan hadn’t slept, barely eaten, since he had arrived. Bo had been trying to encourage him to eat, but understood that until his alpha was okay, he wouldn’t be able to do much else. She may not have had a mate, but she knew what was in the nature of an omega. She wished he would understand that her sister wouldn’t want to see him like this, but there was nothing she could say that would shake him out of that one. He had to see that Satine was alright, before she knew he would start eating.

Finally, on the evening of the third day that Satine was unconscious, she started to wake. Obi-Wan could feel the change in the force, and he jolted up as he watched her eyes crack open before sliding shut almost immediately. He lifted a hand and dimmed the lights using the force, knowing that he would be in trouble if they found out. Then again, he was going to be in a lot of trouble anyway for his mission, but he couldn’t have denied Satine. Not after their last conversation… where she told him about Korkie and he left after saying he didn’t want to see her. He didn’t want that to truly be their last conversation. He could never apologize enough for what he said, he just felt so guilty. He was in the right for sure to be upset, but not to totally kick his mate out of his life like that. If she hadn’t survived, and he had lost her, he would have never forgiven himself.

“Hurts..” Her voice cracked from disuse, pain written all over her face. Obi-Wan felt like he could cry. He didn’t think he would ever hear her voice again, ever see her beautiful eyes staring back at him. He would cherish every moment with her, if she would let him back in her life…

“I know, my darling.” He saw her turn her head and his heart broke all over again at the surprise written on her face. Did she really think that he wouldn’t stay? Of course, despite him flying to Mandalore against the orders of the Council, he hadn’t even said anything about the last conversation they had.

“Obi-Wan… you’re really here?” She tried to sit up, but gasped in agony and fell back onto the bed in pain. “I thought… I would have sworn…”

“Shh, Satine, you need to stay laying back, you’re hurt badly. It’s a miracle that you’re alive.” He knew his anger was still close to the surface, but at the same time, he was willing to let it go now knowing that they had almost lost one another, that he had almost lost her. It was so close and he didn’t want to think about it. “Satine…”

Her eyes had drifted closed again, and he thought she was asleep, but then she spoke up again.

“I thought you would have left me. I thought you would have gone back to your Jedi Order now that you saved me.” He could hear the hurt in her voice and he felt his heart break further. “You don’t have to stay by my side any more.”

“W-What? Satine… why would I leave?” He asked, but already knew the answer. Because he had. She was hurting and because he was too, he had left her then. “Satine… I was angry then, I was hurt, but… I saw how close I had been to losing you. I saw you barely clinging to life. I saw the color leave your face. I couldn’t… I hated myself for the last meaningful conversation we had was anger and I said such horrible things to you. Can you forgive me, Satine?”

He felt his heart hammering in his chest, and he feared the worst, until he heard her weakly chuckle.

“Obi, I have been wanting to apologize to you since you left our room that night, apologize for so much.” Obi-Wan watched as her eyes grew unfocused for a second, like she was struggling to stay awake. He could only imagine the pain she was in and how weak she still was. “You are forgiven, you always were.”

“And you are as well, my darling, now rest. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed her hand. “They aren’t getting me out of here that easily.”

A few weeks into her recovery, the doctor told them that they would have to induce a rut in Satine. It was under the supervision of the medical staff, and Obi-Wan was told that he wasn’t allowed in the room with her. They didn’t want anything sexual to come from her rut, but they needed to make sure her body was on the right path to recovery. So they ended up putting her on a medication that would start her rut, and did everything to keep Obi-Wan from entering the room so as to not trigger any possessive response or trigger his heat.

That was the intent, but after weeks of Satine’s recovery, with Obi-Wan not moving from her bedside, they had to know that he was going to be able to find a way into her room. Rut or no rut, after that, he never wanted to leave her side again.

As he was sneaking through the hallway to get to Satine’s room, the smell of her rut resonated through the halls. The doctors were lucky, many of them were alphas or betas, so the smell wouldn’t bother them. He could already feel the start of a heat coming on, but he had to be strong. He couldn’t succumb to his nature.

“I hate you all!” Satine’s voice rang out, the desperation in her voice. “I need my omega. Bring him to me, please!” Obi-Wan felt his skin flush and it took everything not to just run in there and beg for Satine. He needed to be in there, though. He wouldn’t leave Satine alone while she was suffering.

He finally pushed the door open, and was assaulted by the scent of her rut overwhelming him. He panted, pupils blown wide as he looked over at Satine. He had never seen her like this, even their first mating cycle after they were reunited wasn’t like this. He never imagined seeing her like this, and it was quite terrifying. But at the same time, it was arousing. Oh was it arousing…

“You shouldn’t be in here, di’kut jetii,” He heard Bo-Katan say from outside the door, but he closed and locked it behind him so she couldn’t get in. She had been the only omega allowed with Satine because they were sisters. Her rut wouldn’t affect Bo like he could immediately tell it was affecting him. Already his thoughts were becoming clouded, his heat coming on. He had to be strong, he had to resist so he could comfort Satine..

“Omega!” Satine didn’t sound like herself. He heard her in heats before, but the one driven by this, by force, make her far more possessive than she ever was.

“Let me take you, Omega, my good, sweet boy.” Her voice, which was possessive for sure, now took on a purr like quality. “My good Omega, you’re so good to me. Please, let me take you like you deserve. I need to feel you nice and hot around me.” Obi-Wan’s skin flushed and he knew what was coming. He knew he couldn’t control it much longer. He shouldn’t have come here. He shouldn’t have come around when her Rut was so strong. When he smelled her and realized that all he wanted was her to knot him…

“Alpha,” His voice hit a higher pitch than he expected, and Obi-Wan felt himself revert back to his inner Omega. He slipped his pants down, realizing that he was already getting wet with slick. “ Satine , please. I don’t know if I can be without your touch any longer.” He didn’t want her getting out of bed, knowing that while she was better, she still wasn’t able to get up for very long and movement was still difficult for her. “Let me, Alpha, please. Let me take care of you.”

He could hear the grumble of disapproval, but as she sat up and a pained hiss escaped her, he knew that she would relent. He knew for a fact that she wasn’t going to control herself much longer, and in truth, he didn’t want her to regret what she was doing and that he didn’t want it to weigh on her. In his last conscious moment before his heat overtook him, he smiled at Satine. “Please take me, Satine, I’m ready.”

Satine blinked a few times as she tried to get a grip on where she was. It took her a minute to realize that she was in the hospital bed. Her head was aching, and she was all sweaty and she felt oddly spent. She looked down and realized that Obi-Wan was in bed with her, his head on the pillow next to her, and they were still joined together.

Oh… Oh no.

She had always promised Obi-Wan that they would discuss it before she would knot him. And if they even considered the possibility of children, it would have to be after the war. A pregnant omega as a general in conflict was dangerous in and of itself, but Obi-Wan was far too important to the war effort to her annoyance. But… the medication used to induce ruts was often designed with pregnancies in mind, so it didn’t surprise her that this was the result. Of course… it was a relief to know that her body was healthy enough for this.

“Hmm, hello there,” She hadn’t realized that in her spiraling thoughts, Obi-Wan had awakened and was staring up at her with love in his eyes. “I would appreciate it, darling, if you would free me now. I’d like to get dressed before your sister decides to kill me.” She didn’t know how he could joke so easily, but she relented, slipping out of him and moving to pull up her underwear, which had thankfully only gotten to the edge of the bed. Her injury still hurt and she didn’t know if she could move more than this. He got out of bed, also wincing, which broke her heart. He pulled on his clothes and then moved to unlock the door to her room and sit on the chair beside her bed. “Satine…”

“I’m so sorry, Ben.” She hoped it was okay that she was using the old nickname, after all, the last time she used it, he had snapped at her to not use it again. She had basically  told him that he wasn’t allowed to use it. When he didn’t comment, she allowed herself to relax at least a little bit. “I’m so sorry that I knotted you. I know… we promised to discuss it before we would actually try it…”

“You don’t remember what I said to you, do you?” She shook her head, and frowned upon hearing his sigh. “I told you that it was okay. Since we separated… I found someone who was willing to prescribe me birth control. I got some looks, because they knew me as a Jedi, but I also know that the war might finally be winding down. I knew that our time together, if you would still have me after all the awful things I said to you, was coming close and I would need to be ready. I wanted to ensure that my body was adjusted to taking another medication before we were together.”

A sob escaped her and she pressed a hand to her lips to try and stifle it. “I thought you wouldn’t want to see me again.” They had already had this conversation, when she first awoke, but she knew it was bound to come up again. “I didn’t think you would.. Be so prepared.”

“Satine, as I said before, I was angry then, but being away from you… was heartbreaking. I understand why you lied. I wish that it didn’t come to it, but I know why you lied to me. Korkie… he’s a bright young lad, and I’m proud that he’s my son.” Obi-Wan squeezed her hand, entwining their fingers. “And perhaps, once the war is over, we can give him the sibling he deserves, even if it is… 16 years too late.”

Satine beamed, and nodded.

“I think I’d like that, Ben.” She knew that the war wasn’t going to end as quickly as Obi-Wan thought it was, but she also knew that she was willing to wait as long as she could for him. She had waited this long, so she could wait a little bit longer.

[solastia]

Call Of The Sea

Pairing: Jungkook X Hoseok

A/N: So, I went a little crazy. Instead of a tiny drabble this became an almost 4k work. *shrug* As for the smut itself, it’s oviposition (meaning eggs for those that don’t know), so there’s a bit of breeding/impreg kink as well as implied mpreg. I spent way too much time thinking about the mechanics of breeding a human male with a male merman and it shows. Anyway, enjoy!

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There were a million excuses he’d given his roommates about why he felt the need to visit the beach so often. Most of them bullshit. 

He felt more inspired to draw there - which that one was slightly true. 

It cures his super frequent migraines - he wasn’t sure he’d ever had one his whole life. 

He was interested in marine biology - but not for reasons they might think. 

He could never actually tell them the truth: that he spent all of his free time in a beachside cave in Busan because his boyfriend of seven months was a merman. 

For one that would sound insane, and he knew that if he ever told Yoongi he’d probably storm down here to save Jungkook from someone that was obviously a scammer. And Seokjin was probably related to someone in the military and would have the merman become a science experiment in two seconds flat. 

No, he couldn’t tell them. At least not yet. 

So he simply ignored his guilty conscience and let his plastic bag swing as he strolled down to the beach like he didn’t have a care in the world. 

He pulled his hoodie tight around his ears to ward off the cold. It was getting to be late in the winter season and the trips to the beach were practically hazardous for his health at this point - good thing his boyfriend's smile was as bright as the sun. 

Fuck, that was so cheesy. What the hell was wrong with him? 

Anyway, despite what the temperature read, he still wasn't as cold as he should be. Actually, he was almost toasty and he felt like he was just bundling up out of habit rather than need. His temperature had been strange for a few weeks. 

He shook his head and turned onto the path that led to his secret cave. Well, not that secret. Sometimes older kids came out here to party, but not often and definitely not in the middle of winter. 

Once he reached his cave, he pouted silently over it being empty. He must still be out swimming. Maybe with the water being such a freezing temperature, it slowed him down.  

He sighs forlornly, hoping he won’t have to wait too much longer. He lets both of his bags drop to the sandy floor and unzips the pack back, pulling out the two blankets he’d decided to bring. One for sitting, and one big fluffy down blanket so he wouldn’t get pneumonia. 

He snorts to himself as he gets comfortable and observes the water lapping close to the cave entrance. It’s not likely he’d even get pneumonia without the blanket, though. Beyond his strange fluctuating body heat, he’s been putting on so much weight recently it was ridiculous, like a bear getting ready to hibernate. 

Just this morning he’d tried to wear his sexiest pair of jeans for his boyfriend, only to find that his hips had widened so much he couldn’t pull them up. He’d even had to double up shirts and throw a hoodie over it because his pecs were basically tits now. They were so swollen and sensitive, he didn’t know what was going on. 

And don’t even get him started on everything in the plastic bag. He sighed and brought it closer to him as the urge to protect his bounty overcame him. The same overwhelming urge that had caused him to buy all the food in the first place. He sometimes brought his boyfriend little treats here or there because he got so excited, but this had been some primal urge to shower the merman in foodstuffs. 

He finally heard the sound he’d been waiting for - the nearby shriek of a waterproof whistle. He grinned excitedly and pulled the whistle he wears around his neck up to his lips and blew. It was a signal that alerted his merman that it was safe to show himself. 

“Jungkookie!” 

Jungkook grins as the graceful form of his boyfriend appears at the edge of the cave. He beams up at Jungkook from the shallow waters, his silky long black hair a cloud around him and his tail an iridescent blend of oranges and yellows. He’s so bright in the winter gloom that Jungkook’s spirits are instantly lifted. 

“Hoseok! I missed you!” 

“It’s only been two days, silly human,” but despite his words, he looks pleased and bashful by Jungkook’s unashamed neediness. A neediness that never seemed to go away, not since the moment he’d met the merman in this very spot. 

“Whatever,” Jungkook pouts, pulling his blankets up to his chin to hide his blush. “I’ll just keep the things I brought you then since you don’t care.”

“What?! Gimme!” 

The merman smiles sunnily, his lips shaped like a heart. Jungkook melts and relents, peeling the blankets off of himself and striding closer to the edge with his bag. He crouches and ruffles in the contents as Hoseok eagerly leans over to peek inside. 

“Let’s see, lots of things you said you liked before. Cherry tomatoes, tangerines, fish sausages...a bunch of stuff,” Jungkook shrugs, blushing as he realizes yet again that he may have gone a little overboard judging by the bulging contents of the bag. 

Hoseok looks over the bounty with awe, a gleam in his eye that Jungkook wasn’t sure he’d ever seen before. 

“My mate has provided for me during the winter months,” he says softly, rummaging through the bag like it was filled with gems. 

“That’s a good thing?” Jungkook asks, surprised by Hoseok’s strange response. He’d known the merman would be excited because he liked human food, but he’d been expecting screaming and huge smiles not...whatever this was. And he’d even used the ‘M’ word again - just like he had the last time Jungkook had let the other rut all over him, leaving him with the bite mark that itches on his thigh. 

Instead of answering, Hoseok slowly looks up at him with an intense gaze. His jaw is clenched like he’s deep in thought and then finally he nods - before turning away and diving under the water. 

“What? Hoseok, where are you going?” 

He fucked up somehow. Did he offend the merman? He’s brought him treats before. What did he do wrong?

Nearly ten minutes later Jungkook is close to leaving. The cold is finally starting to annoy him and Hoseok hasn’t come back. He wasn’t sure if he was ever going to. 

He sighs and stands up, deciding to leave the bag where it was. Hoseok could come back for it if he wanted to. Jungkook turns and grabs his blankets, intending to throw them into his backpack when a sudden metallic thump startles him. He looks towards the source, his eyes growing impossibly wide as he takes in the sight. 

Hoseok’s rainbow-hued bag he’d made from discarded netting was familiar to him. The awe-inspiring pile of what can only be termed ‘Treasure’ was spilling onto the rocky ground was something new. Precious gems, ancient coins, golden bangles and crowns, all touched by the sea but still glittering and obviously valuable. 

“Hoseok, what’s all this?” 

“Is this enough?” Hoseok’s voice was intense as he watched Jungkook inspect the goods, his eyes alight with some emotion that he couldn’t interpret. 

“For what?” 

“To provide for you and our young.” 

Jungkook whirled around and gaped at the merman in shock. “Our what now?” 

Hoseok nods briskly like it was just a fact. “Our young. It’s mating season and you accepted my bite. Then you provided me with food to keep my strength up in the winter and able to breed you. By spring, we’ll have our first young!” 

Jungkook drops to the cold ground in shock, staring at Hoseok. 

“Babe, I hate to tell you this, but in the human world a man cannot get pregnant.” 

“Haven’t you noticed the changes to your body since you accepted my bite? Your body widening to better hold my eggs? Your chest filling out so you can nourish our young?” 

“I’m...I...what the fuck?” Jungkook grabs at said chest, feeling their newly acquired plumpness. “Is this permanent? Can I make it stop?” 

Hoseok drooped, his excitement falling from him like a cloak and his eyes radiating hurt. “Yes. You’ll go back to normal after the mating season, whether I breed you or not. Do you...not want me to?” 

Jungkook thought for a moment, going over the past events between the two of them. He supposed he should have known something was up. Hoseok had been getting more...enthusiastic about touching him lately. He’d chalked it up to them getting closer and Hoseok becoming less shy about affection. He’d just assumed that sex wasn’t on the table because of their different anatomy, although Hoseok certainly loved making out and getting Jungkook off. During their last heavy petting session, Hoseok had given him a very intense blowjob that had ended with him biting into the meaty part of Jungkook’s thigh. 

He was definitely crazy about the merman and based on what Hoseok was telling him, he’d basically done everything to make him think that he was down for being his real mate in every way. 

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Jungkook begins carefully. “But I didn’t know that’s what we were leading to. I didn’t know about the food or the bite.” 

Hoseok’s eyes widen and he clutches a hand to his chest. “I did bad! I forgot you wouldn’t know...I...I’m sorry. I just...it’s instinct and I’ve never found a mate before.” 

“It’s okay. Umm…” Jungkook licks his lips nervously and asks shyly, “What all would this entail?” 

“Entail? Oh...you mean how would I breed you?” 

“Uh, yeah. And like, how would it come out. And what would happen...after.” 

Hoseok searches Jungkook’s face, his smile slowly growing as he takes in the shy interest in Jungkook’s eyes. 

“Well, first I would make out, as you call it. I like doing that a lot. No one touches lips down there,” Hoseok swims a little closer to the cave edge when Jungkook finally smiles a little. “Then I’ll pump you full of my eggs.” 

“EGGS?! I’ll have to lay eggs? Like a chicken?” Jungkook exclaims, his hands flying to his ass like he could protect it. 

Hoseok chuckles. “No, silly human. My eggs will nestle in your womb and absorb your DNA until spring. Since you’re a human, only one or two will be born and the rest of the eggs will be absorbed as nutrients for you and our young. If you were a merman as well, you could have easily given birth to ten or more. My sister had thirty.” 

“Okay, but how are they going to come out?” 

“You’re not done growing,” Hoseok smirked. “The bite is still working on you and helping your body evolve to handle our mating. If you decide to deny our bond, you will completely go back to the way you were before my bite. If you let me breed you, most of the outer changes will go back to normal until next season, but your new internal parts will stay to keep you compatible for the next season. You are growing a womb and a birthing slit.” 

“Jesus,” Jungkook stares at the merman in surprise and trepidation. “You must like me a whole lot to want babies and stuff.” 

“I do,” Hoseok nodded vigorously. “Bunches and bunches. I’ve never participated in the mating season before. My family called me odd because I was “picky” but now I’m happy I was. My mate is the human Jungkook.” 

“How...uh...how will you get the eggs in me?” 

Jungkook blushes when Hoseok pierces him with an assessing gaze. He was surprised with himself that the thought of walking around with Hoseok’s eggs - while still fucking weird - also got him rock-hard. Like he could keep a piece of the beautiful man with him on land, and one that he could feel inside of him. 

“I have an organ like yours, it just looks a bit different. It’s kept inside until I’m ready.” 

“And...are you?”

“Ready?” Hoseok quirks an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “I’m always ready with you, but do you want this?” 

Jungkook swallows nervously, but the image of finally being fucked by this beautiful person was enough to get him wanting to scream “Yes.” 

Not to mention, the more he thought about it, the more the idea of having a child - no matter how strangely they were made - that was a little bit of him and Hoseok....he found the idea appealing. 

“Okay. Let’s do it.” 

Hoseok’s heart-shaped smile was as bright as the sun. “Okay! Lose all those silly clothes. My bite should be keeping you warm, especially once you get in the water.” 

Jungkook pauses with his shirt half over his head. “I’m going to be in the water? In the middle of winter?” 

Hoseok shrugs, “For a little bit.” 

Jungkook eyes him dubiously. “Uh-huh.” 

Still, he strips, throwing his clothes away from the water as far as he could. He was already embarrassingly hard, his cock barely shaking as he walked towards the merman. 

“Lay down and make out!” Hoseok declared, and Jungkook did so with a chuckle. The merman absolutely loved kissing. He’d been wide-eyed with wonder the first time Jungkook had impulsively pecked his lips, then demanded more almost immediately. One time Hoseok had even challenged himself to kiss every inch of Jungkook - every inch. 

Jungkook laid on his blanket close to the water’s edge and Hoseok pulled himself up to hover over the human. He quietly studied his face, a tiny fond smile gracing his lips. 

“Hi there,” Jungkook giggled. Hoseok grinned and lowered his face more. 

“Hello,” he responded quietly, then pressed his lips to Jungkook’s. 

The human moaned into the soft kiss, loving the slight tang of the sea and chilled skin against his. After Hoseok had received his fill of lips he moved lower, peppering tiny kisses until he reached Jungkook’s neck. 

He growled lightly into the skin, nipping at it playfully. “Hoseok, come on.” 

“Yeah? You need it, precious? Need to be bred?” 

Jungkook’s breath hitched, not expecting the low husky tone of Hoseok’s voice. He growled into Jungkook’s neck, the words sounding like filth dipped in honeyed caramel.

“Want it. Breed me,” he begged in a hushed voice, still battling his shyness. 

“Anything you want, precious. My precious mate,” Hoseok answered, his voice tinged with awe as he stroked his hand all over Jungkook’s soft skin. 

He slid away until he was once away fully in the water and held out a hand. “Come join me in here, Jungkook. You’ll be fine.” 

“Really?” Jungkook asked, eyeing the water with doubt. It was the middle of winter and the water had to be cold enough to kill someone. 

“My bite protects you. Come here.” 

Jungkook scoots to the edge and grabs Hoseok’s hand, letting the merman help him into the water. He’d been expecting a shock, but it merely felt lukewarm to him. Comfortable enough, he supposed. Hoseok held him close then turned him towards the rocky edge of the cave. 

“Grab onto the ledge,” Hoseok whispered teasingly into his ear. 

Jungkook did as he was told, grasping onto the ledge for dear life as Hoseok’s hands traveled down to grab him by the hips. 

“Umm, I’m not prepared. We need stuff.”

Hoseok cocks his head curiously, “Stuff?” 

“Like, slippery stuff. So, uh, it won’t hurt.” 

“OH! No, that happens naturally. I have everything you need. Do humans need extra fluids? How strange.” 

Jungkook chuckles, “Yeah, humans are the weird ones here.” 

“Hey,” Hoseok playfully frowns. “I’ll leave you to drown.” 

“Sorry, sorry. As you were.” 

Hoseok made a ‘hrumph’ sound and tapped Jungkook’s ass lightly. He can feel something floating underneath him and he sneaks a peek. It’s long and wide, a fleshy pink with bumps and ridges covering it in a strange pattern. He glances behind him to stare at Hoseok’s tail, noticing the open slit in the middle of it where the pink...oh fuck that’s his dick! It was at least ten inches long, maybe more, and as wide as Jungkook's arm. 

“That...that’s supposed to fit inside of me?” Jungkook asks breathlessly, staring in wonder at the monster cock growing out of the merman. 

“Mmm, I have to get really deep to protect our eggs,” Hoseok mumbled, pressing a reassuring kiss to the back of Jungkook’s neck. 

Jungkook turns his head and stares at the cave ledge, waiting for the first press. He nearly jumps when the bulbous head touches his rim, forcing himself to breathe as Hoseok slowly forces the head inside. 

The merman sighs happily and rubs his chin into Jungkook’s hair. “You feel so nice inside,” he hums as he holds still, letting the human’s walls work to contain him. 

After a couple seconds Jungkook feels something shooting inside of him. He turns back to glare at Hoseok incredulously. “Already?” 

The merman chuckles. “No, precious. It’s just secretions to help you handle me. It’s a while yet until I fill you properly.” 

“Oh,” Jungkook gulps. 

Hoseok moves his hips again, forcing more and more of his monster cock into Jungkook with every pump. Whatever he’d filled Jungkook with made the slide painless and he felt barely any discomfort. 

His cock continued further and further, until it grazed his prostate and went further still. He wasn’t even sure that a dick was supposed to reach that high without hurting him, but he couldn’t complain too much when the outline of Hoseok’s cock bulging from his stomach made his own twitch with need. 

“Hold on, Jungkookie,” Hoseok rasps, before slamming to the hilt. He only had a second to grip the ledge with all his might before Hoseok started pounding with such raw power that he wanted to scream and they’d only just started. 

He’d never felt so full in his life and the way that Hoseok was hammering into him felt like he was rebuilding his body to fit only him. Jungkook could only whine and sob as his senses were overwhelmed. 

“Precious?” Hoseok grunted, “Are you close, sweet thing?” 

He was. He was so embarrassingly close but he didn’t want to be. Mere minutes of the merman slamming into him like his life depended on it and he was ready to burst. 

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Jungkook begs with a sob. “Don’t ever fucking stop!” 

Hoseok chuckles lowly. “Never? You want me to keep filling you up forever and ever? My sweet precious mate. So perfect,” he growls. “I want to stay inside you forever too. Fill you to the brim with my eggs until your belly is round.” 

Jungkook whimpers as Hoseok’s teeth graze his neck and he feels his cock growing impossibly wider. 

“Bigger?” he moans, “Why? I can’t…” 

“You can, precious. Your body is mine. I have to keep you in place so I can fill you up.” 

Hoseok’s dick stretches him more than he’d ever thought possible. The bumps and ridges on it rubbing the inside of his walls until he thought he would go crazy. 

“Hoseok, I’m gonna…” 

“Yeah? Release for me, precious.” 

And Jungkook cums with a loud cry, his hips bucking into nothing as he shoots into the sea. 

“Good job. Here they come now, sweetness. I’m going to breed my mate.” 

Hoseok groans huskily as he grinds against Jungkook’s ass like he was desperately trying to get further inside but couldn’t. He didn’t feel anything different at first, besides the massive river of cum that painted his insides. Then...then he felt something rippling along Hoseok’s cock, making the already large organ wider still. 

“Yes, yesss…” Hoseok panted into his ear as he shallowly bucked, seeming like the act of releasing his eggs made him feel even better than an orgasm did. 

Finally Jungkook felt the first foreign object enter his body and travel up, up, and up. It hadn’t felt that large, perhaps the size of a lemon, and round. However, with the release of the first egg it seemed the others weren’t far behind. 

One more traveled from Hoseok’s cock into him, then another, and another, until he’d lost count. He was unable to do more than rest his forehead against the cool stone floor and try not to be overwhelmed as the little eggs stroked his insides and traveled to their new home in his womb. And he knew it was there because he could feel them settle inside, bulging his tummy and pressing down on his pelvis. 

Hoseok hadn’t been able to stop groaning and bucking as each egg was released, seeming to be in an endless state of euphoria. 

Jungkook realized that somewhere along the line he’d gotten hard again, the feeling of the eggs jostling his sensitive body too much to handle. It wouldn’t take much to cum again. 

Hoseok sighed and finally stopped his grinding, leaning his head onto Jungkook’s shoulder to rest. 

“So good, precious Jungkook. I’ve never felt such bliss in all my days.” 

Jungkook wanted to respond, but he was trying to reach down and tug himself to completion without slipping into the ocean. Hoseok notices and chuckles. 

“Again, my sweet? You like being filled that much?” 

Jungkook whimpers and nods, letting Hoseok bat his hand away to replace it with his own. 

It only takes a few tugs of those long, nimble fingers before he shouts and cums, his cock slightly pained from sensitivity. 

“There we go. And out of the water with you.” 

Hoseok slides out of him and his cock is once again sheathed into his tail slit. He helps to heave the human onto the ledge and lets him catch his breath as the merman strokes Jungkook’s bulging stomach. 

“So big and full. How do they feel?” 

“Um, nice. I like it. I feel...warm and safe.” 

Hoseok glances up in surprise, “Yeah? You like it a lot?” 

Jungkook nods vigorously. “I can’t wait to meet them. What are we going to do when they’re born?” 

Hoseok stares thoughtfully at his hand on the human’s stomach. “I suppose if they have split fins like you they’ll live on land. If they are mer then they’d have to stay with me. At least until I find a way to be with you.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise. “With me? You want to be on land?” 

Hoseok shrugs shyly. “I don’t have much to hold me here, and I’ve always wanted to meet your friends. You speak so highly of them.” 

“Yeah,” he muses, only to freeze two seconds later. “Oh fuck, you knocked me up. Yoongi and Seokjin are going to kill you!” 

“What?” Hoseok asks in alarm. 

“Don’t worry. I think we can get Namjoon on our side, but be prepared for a scolding.” 

“You mean, you want me to join you on land?” 

“Yeah,” Jungkook grins happily. “You’re my family too, and we’re going to have...young. We’ll figure it out.” 

“Yes. Yes, we will.” Hoseok settles and sighs, laying his head onto his mate’s belly.