#warming his hands by the candlelight heheh

[kaptnkablooey]

Okok look at this candle holder I made of my OC Axe and his pet raccoon! :)

IM SO MAD BC THE AXE FELL OVER IN THE KILN GRAHHH WHY also he’s ginger for some reason he’s not supposed to be

[motherismotheringggg]

Heheh this is the sub Nicholas anon. And if you can’t or don’t feel comfy no pressure at all. Maybe virgin Nicholas with dom experienced reader giving him a blowjob for the first time. Maybe the reader has the house to themselves and invites him over. And he’s had a crush on them for so long and is so excited… he’s so whiny too 🫣

surrendered

summary: see request above, thank you to this lovely anon who suggested this <3

type: dom fem! reader x sub nicholas chavez

tags/warnings: 18+, dry humping, sex while slightly intoxicated, oral (m! receiving), nipple play (m! receiving)

author’s note: my first request 🤭🤭🤭 i really leaned into the sub! thing which made the reader more dom by comparison so this was SO much fun to write!!!

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Nicholas sat across from you at your dining table, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that felt both thrilling and a little shy. He tried to play it cool, laughing at your jokes, but you could sense his subtle nervousness. His dark eyes would drift to the side occasionally, or his fingers would tap his glass, and he seemed to hesitate just a fraction of a second whenever you leaned in closer.

This was your fourth date, and you’d decided on a cozy pasta-and-wine night at your place. The warmth of your space—the candlelight, the soft music, the little quirks of your apartment—seemed to relax him, bringing him into your world. After dinner, he offered to do the dishes, and soon after he returned to join you on the couch, where you handed him another drink. He accepted, but barely took a sip, glancing at you as if he was gathering the courage to make a move or perhaps trying to savor the moment in silence.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to him; everything about Nicholas drew you in. His appearance held a fascinating contrast—a rugged confidence softened by boyish charm. His dark eyes were intense yet warm, and they crinkled at the corners when he smiled, hinting at something vulnerable beneath his steady exterior. His strong jawline and light stubble gave him an air of maturity, though his laughter, easy and genuine, brought out a playfulness you loved. His tousled hair fell somewhere between dark brown and nearly black, and every time he ran his fingers through it, it gave him that effortlessly handsome look that was impossible to ignore.

Settling in beside him, you let the conversation flow. The natural ease between you felt grounding as if you’d known each other far longer than a handful of dates. Yet with every inch you shifted closer, Nicholas grew visibly tenser. His fingers traced the rim of his glass, his shoulders squared up as though preparing himself for something, and he seemed to hold his breath when you brushed against him. You could tell he was torn, the mix of nerves and anticipation almost palpable. His gaze met yours fleetingly, only to dart away again, his lips parting as if to say something before pressing them together, unsure.

Smiling, you leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss against his neck, feeling the way his breath hitched. Emboldened, you let your fingers rest lightly on his knee, brushing over the fabric of his jeans. He stilled, his gaze shifting back to you, eyes wide and captivated.

"Do I make you nervous, handsome?" you teased, your voice low, just playful enough to draw him out.

Nicholas swallowed, trying to maintain his composure with a smile that didn’t quite hide his vulnerability. "Trying to not be," he murmured, though the faint blush rising on his cheeks betrayed him.

“Trying?” you asked with a laugh, pressing another soft kiss along his neck.

He hesitated, then took a steadying breath, and finally opened up. “I’ve wanted you since our first date,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “On our second date, when you wore that mini skirt, I couldn’t stop thinking about you… but, to be completely honest, I’ve… never been with anyone…sexually.”

You leaned back slightly, surprised but gentle, letting him continue without pressure.

“I thought I’d have more time to prepare,” he admitted, his cheeks flushed. His words began to tumble out a little quicker, the way they did when he was nervous. “There’s this whole idea that guys are supposed to just...know exactly what to do, you know? Like we’re born with some secret guidebook. And it’s not like I haven’t done anything, but I haven’t...gone all the way.” His voice softened, slowing as he looked at you, a vulnerability in his eyes that felt raw and genuine. “I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”

You watched him, warmth building in your chest. The trust he placed in you felt like a gift, and you found yourself even more drawn to him. With a soft smile, you took his hands in yours, bringing them to your lips and kissing each one. “You talk so fast” you started lightheartedly, to break the tension in the room. “Thank you for sharing that with me,” you said, your tone gentle but reassuring. “If we want, we all have to have a first time, and it only makes sense that yours is with someone you like.”

His expression softened, a grateful smile crossing his lips as he met your gaze.

“If you’re ready,” you continued, voice soft, “I’d love to be your first, and we can go as slow as you need. No pressure.” You placed another kiss on the back of his hand, feeling his fingers tighten around yours as he let out a long, relieved breath.

“And I can even take the lead,” you added, a playful glint in your eyes. “Forget all that stuff about what guys are ‘supposed’ to know. Trust me, you don’t need it. Besides,” you leaned in, your voice dropping to a whisper, you flicked your tongue gently against his ear “I was kind of hoping you’d let me control you just a little”.

Nicholas’s cheeks flushed a deeper red, and he let out a shaky breath, his eyes widening at your words. “O-okay,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, tinged with both excitement and nervousness. His fingers flexed against your waist, clinging to you as if you were his anchor, and he gave a slight, pleading whine, biting his lip and inhaling sharply while you continued to work on his neck.

You shifted closer, removing his shirt to reveal his firm strong chest and perfect body. You straddled his lap, your hands settling on his broad shoulders. His hands rose tentatively, resting at your waist as you leaned in, brushing your lips over his. He let out a soft, needy sound, his grip tightening slightly as if afraid to hold you too firmly. His response was hesitant at first, but as you deepened the kiss, he began to melt into it, a whimper escaping him as he pressed closer, almost desperately. His fingers pressed to your sides, in distress to keep you in your place.

You felt him shift, his grip tightening, as if he were gathering the courage to take a bit more control. Sensing it, you pulled back, just enough to keep him wanting, giving him a teasing smile. “Uh uh baby boy,” you murmured, your voice low and playful, “let me handle it.”

His eyes widened, a flash of that earlier nervousness crossing his face, and he let out a soft, almost frustrated whine. His hands loosened slightly, fingers tracing gently over your waist, his need evident in the way he looked up at you. “Sorry… just, you make it hard,” he whispered, his tone half-apologetic, half-pleading.

“I know,” you matched his pouty tone while caressing his face “but you have to wait, I want you to enjoy yourself. He leaned into your hand with heavy breath, you loved the nervous way his chest rose and fell, he was so desperate and needy for something -- anything in this moment. You started running your thumb over his lips a few times, before parting his lips slightly. You didn’t have to direct him before he you in his mouth.

Of course, that’s what you wanted but his willingness even caught you off guard - not that could show it. He looked up at you, wanting approval. You inhaled through your teeth calling him a good boy. His body responded to the praises, you could feel him grow as you sat on top of him, heat radiating from him.

You leaned in, brushing a slow, teasing kiss along his jaw, feeling his breath catch as you murmured against his skin, “Good. Now, just relax and let me take care of you.”

The soft sounds he made were adorable—small, breathy gasps between kisses, little murmurs when you traced your fingertips down his neck, skimming the sensitive skin just below his ear. The way he reacted to each touch sent a thrill through you, making you want to draw out every reaction, to push him just a bit further, to watch him come undone.

“Can I get a little rough with you baby,” you asked him. His half-lidded eyes fluttered as his body was still riding out the high of you nibbling on his neck. He nodded, cheeks pink, his hands resting lightly on your waist. “Yes, please,” he breathed, voice soft, the need unmistakable in his tone.

Without a second passing, you wrapped one hand around his neck and used the other to balance yourself on his knee. You started to rock rhythmically on his, making sure you made contact with his hardness. He turned into a mess, sweat beads forming on his forehead as he squirmed under you.

“Keep it together for me baby,” you begged him “We haven’t even gotten to the best part.” You teased, he complied letting out more whimpering moans, he was committed to trying. He bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut in a mix of effort and desire, trying desperately to hold himself back. His hands gripped your hips, trembling with restraint as he fought to keep his movements steady, despite the way you rocked against him. Sweat glistened on his skin, his breath ragged and shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as though every inch of his body was on the verge of losing control.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice strained, “Don’t stop Y/N.” His words were laced with a mix of desperation and determination, his brows furrowed as he bit back another whimper.

You felt the struggle in his movements, the way he held himself back, the intensity in his gaze, and you couldn't help but smile at his effort. “I know, baby,” you teased softly, your voice dripping with sweetness. “I’m almost there and then I’ll treat you right.”

His hands flexed on your hips, his grip tightening, and you saw him swallow hard like he was fighting an internal battle. He nodded, still trying to keep his composure, but every little sound that escaped his lips and the way his body trembled under you told a different story. He was close, so close, and you knew the hardest part for him was still to come.

You rode out your climax on him, coming undone right on top of him. You took his hand and put it on your panties, letting him feel the wetness he created. “Thank you for being a good boy for me baby, now it’s your turn.” He crashed into your lips fast and hurriedly, he was so excited and just as grateful, immediately pulling away feeling apologetic.

You gave him a smirk and a gentle face tap as you shifted your position, guiding him back until he lay against the arm of the couch, letting yourself settle between his legs. He watched you, his eyes wide with anticipation as you trailed kisses down his neck, along his collarbone, taking your time, savoring every shiver and quiet gasp he let out.

Your body drifted lower until you were on your knees in front of him and his breathing became shallow, every inch of him sensitive to your touch. He whimpered softly when you paused, looking up at him with a teasing smile. You only had to give him a look to instruct him to take off his shorts, he did it with a starving hunger. He was in briefs, glaring at you in anticipation. You teased him, rubbing on his thighs getting closer and closer to him.

“For this, you just have to promise me that no matter what, you’ll wait to cum until I say you can - okay?” you asked, your voice a soft murmur. His eyes filled with worry, he felt like he could finish just by your touch alone.

“Please,” he whispered, “I…don’t know if I…please” There was a desperation in his voice, a need so pure and open that it made your heart race.

“Shhhh,” you put your hand up to his face to calm him “You’re my good boy right?” He nodded his head. “And you want me to take care of you right?” he nodded his head again, “so you can do this for me right?” he nodded again, still nervous but ready to obey.

You took your time, savoring every second as you let the moment unfold slowly. Each touch was deliberate, designed to heighten his anticipation, to make every sensation feel more intense. You hovered just close enough to him, letting the tension build between you, before your fingers traced down his chest, brushing lightly against his skin. His breath hitched, his body rigid with need, and you couldn't help but smile at how easily he was unraveling.

With careful intent, you reached for the waistband of his boxers, your fingers grazing the fabric, teasing the edges. His hips twitched involuntarily as you slowly, agonizingly, pulled them down. The moment he was freed, he sprang up eagerly, his excitement evident in the way he was already so hard, flushed, and dripping with need.

You kissed his red wet tip a few times before taking him into your mouth. A few quick motions on the length of his shaft and he was so beautifully responsive —soft, needy whines escaping his lips, his hands flexing as though he didn’t know where to put them, eventually settling on your shoulders, his fingers gripping you tightly. The way he squirmed, the way his body responded to every touch, every brush of your lips—it was intoxicating, sending a thrill through you like nothing else.

You reveled in the control, savoring the power that came with every move you made. It wasn’t just the way he responded—it was the way his restraint faltered with each touch, every soft press of your lips, every calculated caress. You could feel the tension in his body, muscles taut under your hands, but you remained in charge, guiding him through the moments.

As much as he surrendered to the pleasure, it was something deeper for you. The way his body responded, how he trusted you with his vulnerability—it drove you wild. Each shift in your rhythm, each soft command, had him trembling with need, and you knew you were the key to unlocking every part of him. The power you held over him stirred something inside you, a satisfaction far greater than his pleasure, and it made every moment even more intoxicating.

You were still working on him, giving him praises when you could; “you’re such a good boy”, “you feel so good in my mouth”, “you’re so fucking hot when you moan like that”. Each compliment made him come closer and closer to unraveling. He writhed in pain trying to contain himself.

He responded, “I’m a good boy…I’m your good boy”, he thrusted a few times in your mouth, getting ahead of himself, but you knew what he wanted. You anchored him down on the couch, pressing your hands on his thighs taking him far into your mouth. He whined your name out, truly frazzled. His hair was a mess, he was drenched in sweat, and his lips were swollen from trying to contain his whimpers and moans - you knew he was very close.

“Y/N” he could barely get out between gasps, “I’m sorry but I’m close…so close”, he was pleading with you, “can I please cum…please”.

You kept a steady motion on him, taking his full shaft and using your hands to stroke him too. You acted like you didn’t hear him but he whined out your name again “Y/N please!”

You stopped for a split second to lick from base to the tip, only stopping to ask him “Do you think you deserve to cum baby?”

He threw his head back, his chest rising and falling with each strained breath, unable to form words—only a whiny sound slipping from his throat, thick with need. His body arched toward you, desperate for more. You kept him on edge, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the hard, quick beat of his heart beneath your touch. Your fingers teased over his pecs, then down to his nipples, pinching them sharply as you maintained a fast, steady rhythm with your mouth, drawing every shudder from him.

He gasped, his body trembling, his grip tightening as he fought to hold back. You could feel him unraveling, inch by inch, his desperate whimpers only fueling your control. Every movement, every touch, was a reminder of just how much you had him—completely in your grasp.

His mouth was stuck open, his eyes were shut tight, and he was seconds from it, he just waited on your command and you gave it, “cum for me beautiful boy” you said quickly going back to your motion. It took him no time to meet your request, shooting a full warm load into your mouth.

He let out moans and groans as he came down, you gave him a few last-minute licks around his tip just to make him squirm. He laughed and writhed in pain, leaning down to kiss you, “You’re amazing” he got out between exhausted breaths.

By the end of it, after you got him a towel to clean himself off and he changed into the clothes he brought for the night he lay sprawled against the couch, you nestled into his side and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.

“Thank you,” he murmured, voice soft, a hint of awe in his tone. He seemed almost at a loss for words, still caught in the afterglow, a mixture of relief and wonder shining in his eyes.

You smiled, brushing a gentle kiss along his jaw. “Anytime,” you whispered back, already looking forward to the next chance you’d have to show him exactly how incredible a first time could be.

[wellthebardsdead]

Follow up to our two hearts meeting

———

Nerevar: *walking beside Kaidan at the head of the group, smiling down at Riiju-Lei as he sleeps peacefully in his arms* so he has a family back in whiterun then yes?

Kaidan: *carrying an unconscious and still injured miraak on his back* aye, five kids he adopted.

Nerevar: Five?! Gods the house must be crowded!

Taliesin: hm not really, it’s quite a big house though I would like to be able to use the bathroom without being interrupted every 10 seconds. *sighs* but alas. I think he likes how lively the house is with all of us around. He’s been on his own for some time after his parents passed on.

Nerevar: That reminds me I… id like to visit their graves when we get back to windhelm. *covers Riiju with his cape as the ash near the bulwark kicks up*

Kaidan: *hands busy carrying miraak, sneezes as the ash blows up his nose* ugh focking mountain- I- why do you want to visit his parents?

Nerevar: to thank them for keeping him safe. *walks ahead of them and into the wretching netch*

Kaidan: jeez he’s really in love isn’t he?

Xelzaz: I think they both are. Though the dunmer highly revere the dead, I think he’d wish to grant them honours for giving his past love a new chance at life.

Taliesin: Aw… that’s, very sweet actually.

Xelzaz: it is- now are you two going to help me heal him or are we just going to let him die on Kaidans back? *gestures to miraak*

Miraak: *groans*

Kaidan: oh yeah we’d better not let him die. Pffft, asshole doesn’t deserve to live anyway in my opinion.

Lucien: yes well Leilei wants him to. I’ll go get us some rooms.

Inigo: first round of drinks is on me!

Sero: Ah no serjo I’m a man of my word and I lost that game of cards fair and square! I’ll pay for the first round… then you can pay for all the others.

Inigo: hehehe~

*meanwhile inside*

Nerevar: *gently lays Riiju onto the large warm bed of the cosy room he’d ordered for the two of them* Vor- *pauses* heh, old habits. *gently nudges him* Leilei, wake up… I’m going to take your armour off so you can sleep comfortably…

Riiju-Lei: *shifts slightly, a warm smile still on his face as he blinks open all 3 eyes… only to suddenly pout and rub his forehead* why do I still have this thing?… the rest of my body went back to normal why’d this stick around?…

Nerevar: *smiles watching him sulk, just like he used to when he was over tired* I’m not sure, perhaps a reminder from the past but. I think it’s as beautiful as your other two.

Riiju-Lei: *visibly blushes and looks away feeling shy and not knowing how to deal with it* r-really?…

Nerevar: yes, really. *smiles stroking his cheek* may I undress you now? your armour doesn’t look very comfortable to rest in.

Riiju-Lei: I-I- n-no I I’ll- let me- oh gods how did I do this for the temple of dibella with a straight face?!

Nerevar: oh~? *quirks his brow* now that’s a story Id like to hear~

Riiju-Lei: I- *swallows a lump in his throat, trying to comprehend all these new sensations and feelings within himself* it… it’d be easier if I show you… w-would you?… like me to?…

Nerevar: … *gently holds his hand* only if you want to show me…

Riiju-Lei: *knowing they’ve technically only just met that day, but feeling a love burning inside of him that’s lasted for hundreds of years* … *sits upright and leans in close to him, their movements both marching in pace and distance, like they’d done this before* I want to show you I love you…

Nerevar: *blue eyes locked firmly onto his, both of them sparkling like rubies and sapphires in the candlelight* then do it so I may show my love for you too…

Riiju-Lei: *leans in close kissing him softly*

Nerevar: *gladly reciprocates*

*the next morning*

Kaidan: *wanders to the bar to order himself and Taliesin breakfast* oh good morning councillor Arano-

Adril Arano: I- oh forgive me- Kaidan correct? Please it’s urgent! We got news lord nerevar returned last night but nobody can find him! We fear for his safety-

Kaidan: oh nerevar, he’s-

Nerevar: *suddenly steps out of his and Lelei’s room only in a pair of trousers, hair a mess, and a look of bliss on his face, totally unaware of the hickies absolutely riddled across his torso* Ah, councillor, good morning. Oh good morning Kaidan!

Kaidan: *face going pink as he tries to hide his shit eating grin* fun night ay?

Nerevar: oh- Oh yes~. *smiles walking off to the bathhouse*

[gummydummy19]

Not a man of many words

Summary: Geralt of Rivia isn't a man of many words, luckily words aren't what you need him for.

Content Warnings: smut, cockwarming in a bathtub (yes, IN A BATHTUB), biting, handjob, slights thigh riding/grinding, maybe a few curse words, kissing

A/N: I posted this a long time ago on my old account and I decided it was finally time to bring it back heheh

Word Count: 1500+

It was a quiet night. Soft yellow hues of candlelight surrounded you, as your mind slipped further and further away in the book you were reading.

The day had gone by quick, but it had been tiring nonetheless. You had sold a couple potions, some herbs, and a few flowers and plants too.

The smell of your homemade rosehip tea invaded your senses. You took pride in brewing your own teas and potions here and there. And the people in town paid you good money for your stuff.

You lived in a small village. The house wasn't the most spectacular but you thought it was absolutely perfect. Especially the garden.

You moved to take another sip as you were suddenly startled by a loud knock on your front door, almost making you spill the steaming hot beverage all over the slightly tanned pages of your book.

There was no need to be nervous, you knew exactly who was at the other side of that door. Even if you ever had any company other than him at this hour, you'd still recognize him from that harsh knock alone.

"Can I come in?" was all he asked, as soon as you opened the door and his golden gaze met yours. His voice was even deeper and raspier than you remembered.

He was covered in dirt, sweat and some dark crimson remains of what you guessed were dried blood.

You gave him a sweet look. To everyone else, he might look big and scary, but you could see beyond the broody exterior. And underneath and the blood and dirt and telltale of the emotionless best, you saw a kindhearted man in need of a place to stay.

How could you ever say no to that?

"Of course."

Taking a step back, you allowed the massive man to enter your home once again. No matter how long it had been, you always welcomed him just the same.

"Shall I draw a bath?" You asked. A question you both already knew the answer to.

All you heard was a rumbling "hmm" in agreement as he started dropping his things on your wooden floor and ridding himself of his garments.

You grinned, starting to fill the large tub in the middle of your bathroom with warm water and a mixture of bath salts and healing herbs. It looked more like a small, un-deep pool than anything else to be fair.

"Do you ever smile, Witcher?" you asked as you sat behind him, gently washing his muscular back.

"No." he grumbled, his usual frown still plastered on his forehead.

Slowly, you dragged a soaked piece of cloth over his enormous shoulders, when an idea popped into your head.

The scars that covered his wet skin glistened in the dimly lit room. They looked beautiful, just like any other part of him.

You felt his entire body tense when you pressed your soft lips on his skin. It made you giggle. You moved to kiss his back again, only this time the intimate gesture was followed by the feel of your teeth sinking into the damaged skin.

He hissed, glancing over his shoulder to meet your mischievous gaze.

You grinned at his annoyance, before sweetly soothing your fingers over the fading bite mark you had left.

Yet again, the Witcher stayed quiet. Turning his gaze forward again as he huffed out an aggravated breath.

"Grumpy old man," you whispered, propping your chin on his shoulder to leave a quick nibble on his ear.

Before he could shoot back a response, you wrapped your arms tightly around his torso, pressing your cheek flush against the bulging muscles of his back. You couldn't help but let out a satisfied hum at the feel of his hot skin against your face. This man radiated so much warmth that you were fairly sure if you'd filled the tub with cold water, it would have turned hot from his body heat alone.

Your hands slowly wandered his chest, following the trace of his chest hair all the way down his stomach. They dipped under the surface of the water, finding the treasure between his thighs. You gave him a small squeeze. Even though you couldn't see what was in your hands, you felt how big and needy he was for you. You hummed again. Relishing his warmth.

Intimate moments with Geralt were rare. Not because he wasn't capable of feeling like many people thought, but because he had a hard time expressing his emotions, being vulnerable, and letting people in. In all fairness, no one had ever cared enough about him to take the time. To dig deeper, tear down his walls.

Don't get it wrong, he knew how to fuck. No woman had ever been left unsatisfied by him. No, the fucking wasn't his problem. It was the soft and emotional stuff he had trouble with.

With your face still pressed tightly against his back, you could hear his heartbeat quickening in his chest as you slowly pumped the length of him. Lathering his back with soft kisses and nips. Occasionally grazing your teeth along his scars, nibbling on the sensitive skin until he was rock hard and throbbing in your hand. His rumbling groans vibrated against your cheek, traveling straight to your core.

Your movements were halted by Geralt's large hands wrapping around your wrists. A frown overtook your face, worried that you might have overdone it. But your worries were quickly put at ease as the large man turned around in your grasp, finally facing you and pressing his lips to yours.

It didn't take long for you to cling to him again, snaking your arms under his and wrapping them around his large torso as your legs did the same. You crawled into his lap, the water surrounding your worked in your favor as you half floated against him, linking your ankles around his waist.

Suppressing a chuckle, the Witcher finally spoke up. "Needy much?" he asked with a raised brow, looking down at the beauty that clung to his chest.

His comment didn't make you loosen up in the slightest, quite the opposite in fact. It just made you hold him even tighter, letting him know that you were in fact, needy for him.

"My god, woman! You're going to crack a rib if you hold me any tighter," he grumbled once more.

"Maybe then you'd finally stay a little longer," you mumbled quietly, but he still heard it. Moving his fingers to your face, he slowly lifted your chin up to meet his golden gaze.

A sudden shyness overtook you as you stared up at him, trying to hide your face in the crook of his neck but he stopped you.

There was so much he wanted to say, but you both knew words weren't his strong suit. So he decided to show you instead.

Mimicking your earlier movements, he dipped his head to nibble on your ear, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck to your collarbone. His large hands caressed your skin, everywhere they could reach. When his lips ghosted over your shoulder, he didn't hesitate to sink his fangs into the supple skin, earning a squeal from you.

"OW, you brute! That hurts!"

"Don't like the taste of your own medicine, Princess?" he asked as he kissed over the bruised flesh.

"I just like the taste of you." you breathed, hands wandering down again, eager to please both him and yourself.

Satisfied with the slight growl you got in response, you continued to pump his heavy length until he was throbbing in your grasp.

With his lips still hovering over the exposed skin of your neck, his hot breath left goosebumps in its wake. You were thoroughly soaked, and it wasn't just the deliciously warm water surrounding you. Slick covered your aching core, and you finally couldn't take it anymore.

"please..." you moaned as you ground yourself on his thigh, desperately trying to create some friction. "Geralt please, I need you. Need to feel you...please."

Well if he wasn't hard before, he certainly was now.

"Come here." was all he mumbled out before positioning you on top of his cock, pulling you down with ease, he slowly slid inside of you and you happily welcomed him.

You let out a sigh and he let out a groan, slowly sliding down his length until you were fully seated on him and you felt him, all of him, throbbing tightly inside of you.

Your eyes locked and there was a long beat of complete silence. The two of you just stayed like that for a while. Gazing in each others eyes, basking in warmth and unspoken adoration. The sweet smell of the bath salts lingered around, tangling with the faint scent of sweat.

You didn't dare to move, afraid to lose this intimate moment with him. But as you stared into his eyes, you were relieved to see a look of reassurance, telling you he didn't want to move either.

Geralt tipped his head slightly to press a long, slow kiss to your lips.

"hmm, I missed you." you sighed once he pulled away to take a breath. Your eyes fluttered open again and for the first time, you were greeted with a dopey smile.

"You do smile." You grinned at him.

"Only when I'm truly happy," he stated, and with that, he conquered the last piece of your heart, making you entirely his, 'til the end of time.

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[jamaisjoons]

bitten & knotted | jhs + knj

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: as different as night and day, your two lovers have many differences, after all, one is a vampire and the other is a werewolf. they have their similarities too, namely their supernaturally long life. something you don’t share. something they’re going to rectify tonight. supernatural au.

⟶ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: vampire!namjoon x princess!reader x werewolf!hoseok

⟶ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff • smut • pwp (with more plot than was intended)

⟶ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 10k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: dom!namjoon, dom!hoseok, sub!reader, joon and hobi both have big cocks xxx, this is somehow tender and hard at the same time, threesome: mfm, dirty talk, slight body worship, light spanking, nipple play, pussy eating, fingering, face riding, cock sucking, deep throating, gagging/choking (on cock), cum eating, degradation, praise, unprotected, sloppy seconds, rough sex, manhandling, hoseok goes feral, slight mentions of blood, cum play, spitting, knotting, breeding, creampie eating, slight mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple creampies, biting/marking, 

⟶ 𝑎/𝑛: hello! welcome to the first fic of SPOOKY MONTH! y’all know i can’t disrespect my 94 kings and not have THIS au be the first spooky themed fic i posted hehehe anyway this was supposed to be pwp but i guESS IT HAS PLOT ??? very lITTLE but definitely more than it needed ahahaHAHAHAHA 

⇥ special thanks to my beta @slashgashbridesmaid for reading and editing this for me ♡

Darkness fills the night, cloaking the sky in its cascading blanket of pitch black. Not a single star glimmers. Instead, thick grey clouds aimlessly float through the nighttime, obscuring the cold, distant light of the moon intermittently. You find yourself humming along the darkened corridors of your castle. Dense streams of moonlight filter through the long arched windows that line the fading brick walls - the heavy dark velvet curtains pulled to the side. Usually, mostly during day time, they were drawn shut in order to prevent rays of sunlight from penetrating the window.

Your castle was always dark and dreary during the day, lit up only by the weak flickering of candlelight. The walls of the castle haven’t seen sunlight for over two decades. Of course, they couldn’t. Not with the vampire love of your life who makes his home within these very walls. No, sunlight was deadly to him - and considering he tended to wander the castle during the day doing his usual duties of playing advisor to the kingdoms, the curtains have to remain drawn. You don’t mind so much - whenever you needed to bask in the sunlight, you would find yourself out in the palace gardens or roaming the forest with your werewolf lover keeping you company.

You can’t complain. No, not at all. You have the best of both worlds. During the days, you travel the forests that surround your home, Hoseok in his giant wolf form as he carries you on his back - and when he gets tired, you usually stop and let him rest in your lap as you bask in the sun, mindlessly playing with his hair - or fur if he stays in his shifted form. Then, during the nights, you find yourself walking hand in hand as you and Namjoon traverse the nearby meadows, enjoying the way the night blooms glistening flowers of white as moonbeams drip over them. Indeed, there’s not a single thing you could complain about.

When you get to your chamber doors, you stop abruptly at the unexpected sight. Namjoon nervously paces the length of the doorway while he chews on his fingers, muttering every now and then. Though, unlike your lovers, you are human - a facet of yourself they have yet to rectify so you can be with them for as long as they live - and cannot hear what he’s mumbling about. Hearing the pattering of your footsteps against the cold stone ground, Namjoon’s head snaps up.

“Fuck. You’re here,” Namjoon breathes out. Your brows knit together as you look at him in worry. You may not have their superhuman senses, but you still notice the way his hands tremble with anticipation - or maybe trepidation.

“Joonie? What’s going on?” you ask as you approach him. Namjoon lets out a heavy exhale before taking your hands within his and placing a soft kiss on each of the knuckles.

“You know I love you? That we love you?” Namjoon whispers, his voice hushed. His hands drop yours, instead, moving to rest on your hips. Tenderly, his thumb brushes against the silk of your dress, and you lowly hum.

“Of course, I love you too. You and Hoseok. Both. Equally. Forever,” you reply without hesitation. Then you pause before continuing, “what’s going on? You’re scaring me,” you say, looking up into his dark eyes. They glow in the moonlight, the bright crimson flecks mellowed by soft umber tones. They’re so completely different from the way his eyes looked when he had been human.

“Nothing’s wrong, love. We- we just decided tonight is the night,” Namjoon finally says. You freeze in his hold, your heart speeding up. It thunders in your chest, Namjoon swallowing thickly as he smells the blood rush through your veins. Immediately, you’re searching his eyes, looking for any inkling of dishonesty. You find none. They’re filled with nervousness, worry but more importantly, anticipation and certainty. He’s being serious. Your heart soars within your chest, and despite shaky hands, you throw yourself into his arms. Instantly, your lips find purchase on his.

Automatically, Namjoon’s arms circle your waist, and then he’s drawing you into his chest. You fall into his kiss, letting him guide your lips in a sensual dance filled with nothing but tender love. His lips are cold against yours. He’s always so cold - completely different from the practical furnace that is your werewolf. You sigh into his kiss before pulling away. You’re breathless, warm air fans his lips, yet he’s completely composed. You suppose it has more to do with the fact that he’s undead than unaffected. He smiles gently and brushes his nose against yours. Then, grabbing your hand, he slowly leads you inside.

The heavy wooden doors creak open, a sliver of soft amber light leaking through the crack before you’re flooded by its warmth. You let out a soft gasp at the sight that greets you. Hoseok is sitting on the edge of the large canopy bed that occupies the middle of the room. The soft amber glow of the low candlelight reflects off of his silken russet, wavy locks as he twiddles his thumbs nervously. The minute he hears the squeak of the door, however, his head instantly snaps up, and he lets out a heavy exhale. Abruptly, he stands to his feet. Darkened pools of golden brown stay transfixed onto your figure, Hoseok’s pupil’s dilating as Namjoon pulls you closer to him.

“Did… did Joon tell you?” Hoseok asks, unable to prevent the slight stutter of his words. His voice drips with a mix of anticipation and insecurity - completely unlike his usual confident tone. Biting your lip, you nod at him. Namjoon’s hand slips from yours as Hoseok reaches out to you. Large palms circle your waist before Hoseok pulls you into him. You gasp at the warm sensation of his heated palms - a juxtaposition to Namjoon’s chilled skin.

“What do you think?” Hoseok asks, his gaze momentarily flicking towards the vampire standing behind you. Their eyes lock, a silent conversation exchanging just through their eyes before you feel their gazes on you once again.

“Please. I want to be with you,” you plead. Hoseok sucks in a sharp breath at your words as he caresses your hips under his delicate touch. Namjoon steps closer to you until you’re sandwiched between their chests. The hairs on the back of your neck stand straight when you feel Namjoon move your hair to the side before cold lips brush against your warm skin. The tender attention they lavish on your body causes your eyes to slip shut under their ministrations, your chest warming with affection.

You’ve been dreaming of this day for as long as you can remember. The mortality of humanity wasn’t lost on you - you’d witnessed lots of death through the years. Your mother died when she’d given birth to you, her only child. Your father followed when you were merely eighteen, leaving you the last remaining heir to the throne. However, you weren’t left unprotected.

You’d met Namjoon and Hoseok when you were all children - the two boys chosen as guardians to you, the crown princess. Hoseok had been a bright-eyed pup back then, with darker, almost black, eyes and deep brown hair - completely different to the deep russet hair and golden brown eyes he possesses now: signs of his maturity into adulthood. Even Namjoon has changed over the years, you can’t help but muse to yourself. Born a vampire, not turned, Namjoon has aged with you and Hoseok. Though, when he reached twenty-one, he’d fully come into his vampiric powers and stopped ageing. You can still remember how frightened you’d been, the day after his 21st birthday, when you’d reached out to brush your lover’s hair out of his eyes, only to feel his cold skin.

The three of you have been lovers since you’d all turned eighteen. They’d helped you get over the death of your father, comforted you, and looked after you in the weeks you’d spent completely catatonic, mourning the loss of the only parent you’d ever known. If it weren’t for Hoseok and Namjoon, you were sure the kingdom would have fallen apart. They’d saved you - showed you there were still people who loved you - that they loved you. You loved them too. Still do - until your final days. Throughout your life, it was as if you gravitated to one another - how could you not? You spent all your time with them when you were growing up. They are all you know, all you had ever known, and all you would ever need to know.

Thus, the thought of leaving this world without them terrifies you. Hoseok’s wolf blood will keep him alive for hundreds of years to come, and Namjoon… well, Namjoon will live for roughly the same amount of time. Contrary to popular belief, vampires don’t live forever. While not dead, they aren’t alive either, instead encompassing the state of limbo between. However, the energy that keeps them living, the essence that grants them power eventually runs out too, and with that comes their death. Nothing is infinite after all.

You’re still only human. Your life isn’t as long or drawn out as theirs - your life essence will fade much quicker than theirs. That thought terrifies you. You want to be with them - for as long as you possibly can. So, you had urged Namjoon to turn you. Namjoon had completely refused at first. So, you’d asked Hoseok to bite you. Like Namjoon, however, he’d refused too. There was too much risk. The poison of a vampire’s kiss and the essence of a wolf’s bite were deadly. Most people didn’t make it through: the chances of someone turning were incredibly slim, and they’d both agreed they couldn’t bear to lose you - especially through their own actions.

So, you’d decided to take matters into your own end. At the very edge of your kingdom, nestled in the woods, lived a witch. A witch who, if rumours were to be believed, had lived millennia. A witch who knew things most wouldn’t - who had knowledge of even the most obscure of things. The kingdom trusted Min Yoongi - he’d supposedly lived a long time, looking after the royal bloodline - even if he did it from afar. You couldn’t exactly blame him for being a recluse; if you’d lived as long as he did, you too would probably live far from civilisation. However, the fact of the matter stood, Yoongi could be trusted, and if he had the information you were seeking, then you owed it to yourself and your lovers to find it.

So, one day, you’d snuck past the palace guards and Hoseok’s ever watchful eyes and found yourself wandering the woods and towards Yoongi’s little cottage. It had been a long arduous journey, the forest paths narrow and winding, and you’d feared getting lost without Hoseok’s expert nose and senses to guide you through the forest - but you had done it - and come out triumphant. There was a way. A way to be bonded to both Hoseok and Namjoon until the end of your time. A way to tie their life force to yours and ensure you live for as long as they do. It was rare, almost lost to the ages. A ritual forgotten by everyone. Except for Yoongi.

While not common, it wasn’t unusual for a vampire to choose a human mate or for a werewolf to imprint on one. What was rare, however, was for them to choose the same human. Rare - but not impossible. Lost to time was an ancient bonding ceremony that allowed both a vampire and a werewolf to claim the same mate. Armed with the knowledge, a vial of potion, and Yoongi’s promise that it would be fine, you’d approached them both. They’d been hesitant at first, even with Yoongi’s assurance, because despite its increased chance, the ritual wasn’t perfect. Things could still go wrong. They could still hurt you, and you could still die. Though, the chances were slim if they completed it properly. Finally, though, it seems that they are ready to go through with it.

“Please, I’m ready,” you affirm as you wrap your arms around Hoseok’s neck. Your fingers entangle in his long auburn locks, mindlessly playing with the sleek strands before you draw him closer to you. Heart-shaped lips are only a hair’s breadth apart from yours, and you shudder as his warm breath wafts over your skin. “Make me yours,” you continue, staring up into his honey brown eyes earnestly. A low growl resounds from Hoseok’s chest before he sinks his head lower.

You groan into his kiss, the soft pink flesh of his lips moulding into yours as he kisses you slowly. Namjoon, not one to be left out, wanders his hands up and down the sides of your torso while he feathers kisses along the back of your bare shoulder. Hoseok’s hand moves to hold your chin, lifting it up for easier access as he cups your jaw. Your lips move sensuously, Hoseok’s tongue jutting out to lick at the seam of them. Readily, you part them, allowing his tongue to push in between your teeth before it begins gliding across your own tongue in soft but firm twists.

Namjoon’s cold fingers dance along the nape of your neck before running down your back as he slowly unknots the silken straps that keep your dress tied to your body. With each inch of skin that he exposes to the air, he places a cold kiss against your skin - almost as if he’s revering your body. Once undone, his hands tenderly wander up your back and across your shoulders as he slips the dress off of your body. It falls to the floor in one motion, bunching around your feet in a pool of silk and leaving you completely bare.

“Ah-” you gasp, breaking away from Hoseok’s lips and throwing your head back when Namjoon’s cold palms meander around your ribcage so he can cup your breasts. Gently, he brushes the pads of his thumbs over your nipples, causing them to harden under his icy touch. Unbothered by you breaking the kiss, Hoseok begins peppering kisses along the outline of your jaw and towards your neck. When you let out another gasp, your fingers tightening into his hair, Hoseok smirks, lightly sucking the spot.

“By the moon, you’re so beautiful,” Hoseok reveres as he pulls away, his eyes shifting down your body. He lightly runs his palm along the middle of your stomach and down your hips before pushing his hand between your thighs. Tugging his hair harder, you cry out when he begins softly rolling your clit with his thumb.

“Oh God,” you whimper as Hoseok continues his torturously slow teasing. He smirks over you, flashing his pearly whites before his fingers move, one dipping into you easily. You let out another whine, and your head lolls back automatically, resting on Namjoon’s shoulder as your walls flitter around Hoseok’s finger.

“Fuck- she’s already wet,” Hoseok curses as he pushes a second finger into you. Letting out a soft mew, you buck into his hand, wanting to feel him deeper.

“Hmm. Of course, she is, our Princess is always ready for us. Aren’t you, my love?” Namjoon asks as he playfully nips your shoulder. Your breath hitches when his sharp incisor scrapes against your skin.

“Always! Love feeling you inside me,” you lowly groan as you twist your hand around to rub at Namjoon cloth-covered cock. He hisses against your ear, bucking into your hand.

“Get her on the bed, Namjoon,” Hoseok says as he steps away from you. You whimper when he pulls his fingers out, Hoseok lightly spanks your thigh, causing you to mewl as your pussy clenches around nothing.

“Patience, sweetheart,” Hoseok says before brushing a kiss against your forehead. Namjoon easily picks you up - forcing a squeal out of you as you’re suddenly lifted off the ground - before he deposits you onto the bed. They both stand on the side of the bed, eyes darkening with lust as their gaze roves over your body before stopping at the dewy folds between your thighs. Breaking their stare, Namjoon and Hoseok exchange a nervous glance.

“Before we continue, there’s something you need to know,” Hoseok breathes out. You look at him curiously, your head cocking to the side. You say nothing, waiting for them to continue.

“Hoseok… It’s not going to be like usual,” Namjoon tries to explain. Your eyebrows furrow slightly. Of course it wasn’t. You’d read through the ritual - you know that it’s going to be different.

“I kno-” you begin before Hoseok shakes his head, cutting you off.

“No, sweetheart. I’m not… In order to mark you as the ritual requires, I’ll need to give in to the animal instinct. My wolf will take over. I can’t promise he’ll be gentle either,” Hoseok finally breathes out, “he’s wanted you for so long,” he mutters under his breath. His words are almost inaudible, but you hear them anyway. Your eyes soften at the conflict written on his face. Shifting to your knees, you shuffle to the edge and pull him into you. Once again, your fingers thread through his locks as you gently play with the hair on the nape of his neck - just the way he likes it. Hoseok’s chest rumbles in a low purr at your actions, his nose nuzzling into your hair as he breathes in its scent.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I love you,” Hoseok whispers lowly against the crown of your head. Lips curling into a gentle smile, you lean forward and place a kiss against his chest, just over his heart.

“You won’t hurt me. You could never hurt me. I love you. All of you,” you reassure before tilting your head and pressing a kiss to his lower jaw. Soothed by your words, Hoseok allows you to pull him onto the bed. You smile gently at him, feeling the bed dip behind you as Namjoon crawls onto the mattress.

Lazily, your hands move to Hoseok’s shirt, pulling the strings that bind it together loose. With each undone tie, more and more of his smooth caramel skin is revealed to your eyes. Leaning forward, you push his shirt off of his shoulders before running your hands across his defined, sinewy muscles. You place an open-mouthed kiss on his skin, suckling and licking the flesh as your lips wander over his chest. When your mouth brushes over the bump that signifies his nipple, your smirk against his skin before you wrap your mouth around the small bud, lightly nipping it.

“Fuck. You’re such a tease. Lay down sweetheart, wanna eat your sweet little pussy,” Hoseok says as he pushes you to lie back. With Namjoon behind you, however, you find yourself draped against his chest, his arms automatically encircling your waist. You shudder at the frigid chill of his skin against yours. When had he taken off his shirt? You don’t have much time to ponder the thought, however, because immediately Hoseok begins kissing his way down your body. Arriving at your legs, Hoseok’s hands wrap around the flesh of your thighs before spreading them.

“Gonna make you scream for me tonight, sweetheart. Make you scream for us,” Hoseok says before warm lips brush against your folds. You whimper, Namjoon moving his hands to once again cup your breasts as he teases the erect peaks between his thumbs and forefingers while running his lips along the length of your neck. You moan at his actions, your back arching as you push your chest further into his palms. The walls of your cunt clench, fluttering around nothing. From the low growl of appreciation that resounds from Hoseok’s chest, you know he sees the movement. Immediately, he wraps his lips around your pussy before sucking - hard.

“Oh god,” you mewl, your hands shooting out and entangling into his hair at the sudden stimulation.

“You like the way I play with your tits while Hoseokie eats you, Princess?” Namjoon asks.

“Mhm,” you moan. Your thoughts completely fly out the window when Namjoon pinches your nipple lightly, tugging the bud.

“Don’t forget about me, my love,” Namjoon says before moving your neck to the side and pulling your lips in for a spellbinding kiss. Hoseok’s eyes stay transfixed to the way your mouth moves with Namjoon, his cock twitching at the sight. Lowering his head, but keeping his gaze locked onto you both, he licks a swipe up your folds, gathering your wetness onto his tongue until it’s doused in your heavy, heady taste. You groan against Namjoon’s lips, your hips reflexively bucking into Hoseok.

“So sweet. The prettiest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” Hoseok breathes out, lightly running his fingers through the folds, soaking his digits in your messy wetness. His eyes follow the thin filmy strings of your arousal that cling to his fingers, stretching as he pulls them away from your cunt. When they snap, his fixation is broken, and immediately he plunges his fingers into his mouth, suckling at them as he drinks your arousal.

“Mine’s the only pussy you’ve tasted,” you reply, breaking off your kiss with Namjoon. Your eyes sparkle mischievously, and Hoseok growls out, spanking your thigh immediately. You hiss at the stinging sensation that flares along your flesh - even if he knew how to control his supernatural strength, Hoseok was still incredibly strong.

“I’d be careful if I were you, Princess,” Hoseok warns before plunging two of his fingers inside you. You cry out at the sudden penetration. Hoseok begins thrusting his fingers in and out out of you, pushing them into your depths as his arm muscles flex. You let out a low moan, groaning out his name. His fingers are long - and he knows your body well enough to easily locate the sweet spot nestled inside you that drives you wild with relative ease.

Namjoon bends his neck down, pushing your breast up so he can draw your nipple into his mouth. Sharp incisors scrape against the soft skin, his silken tongue laving and swirling the bud as he wettens it with his saliva. Releasing it with a pop, Namjoon blows cool air over it, causing you to whimper his name. He smirks, his white teeth glinting in the low light before he presses a kiss to your temple and pushes you off of his chest.

“Hoseok, get her on your face… wanna fuck her throat,” Namjoon says as he slides off the bed. Hoseok pulls away from your thighs, his fingers retreating as he chuckles.

“Feeling left out Joonie?” Hoseok asks. Namjoon gives him a pointed look before pushing his trousers down and freeing his cock. The instant you see it, your mouth begins watering. He must definitely be feeling left out, you muse. The head of his cock is an angry shade of purple, weeping with translucent beads of precum that has his cockhead glistening in the low lighting of the room.

Namjoon doesn’t retaliate and instead begins pumping his cock. Hoseok wraps his arms around your thighs firmly, and before you know what’s happening, he uses his strength to completely flip you over. You gasp at the sudden movement, his muscles flexing as he braces the entirety of your weight while he holds you up. Getting comfortable, and with his head resting on the edge of the mattress, Hoseok grabs your thighs and draws you over his face before he lowers your hips. You suck in a sharp breath when his lips wrap around your clit, gently suckling the bud as he runs his fingers along your folds. Namjoon patters over to you, smiling gently before tenderly petting your hair. You coo at the tender touch, returning your own lazy smile.

“Come on love, be good and open up for me,” Namjoon says as he taps his cock against your lips. Already practically drooling at the thought of tasting him, your jaw instantly falls open. Namjoon lets out a pleased hum before gradually inching his cock inside you. You’re not a stranger to sucking off your vampire lover, and yet, every time he pushes into your mouth, your jaw aches from his girth.

“Be good and take my cock, Princess, and Hoseok will reward you, won’t he?” Namjoon says as he gently caresses your head. You keen under him, your lips wrapping tighter around his shaft while your jaw goes slack. Hoseok lets out a low moan of agreement, the vibrations reverberating through your folds as he laves your clit under his tongue.

“Mhm. Be good for Joonie, and I’ll let you cum on my mouth, sweetheart,” Hoseok assures as he lets your clit go. He pushes your hips up slightly so he can stare unabashedly at your cunt, licking his lips and tasting you on his mouth while he takes in the sight of your dewy folds and dripping cunt.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Could watch you drip for us forever, you know,” Hoseok says as he ghosts his fingers across your nether lips. With featherlight touches, his middle and pointer fingers circle the throbbing bud nestled in the hood of your cunt before he runs them along your slit. Long, slender fingers part your folds, gathering as much of your wetness as he can on them until they’re completely slick with your arousal. The dim lighting reflects off the thin film that coats his digits.

Imperceptibly, your thighs shake on either side of Hoseok’s head, the incredibly light, almost non-existent touch slowly driving you wild. You forget about Namjoon’s cock in your mouth, your lips loosening around the shaft as you lose yourself in the sensation of Hoseok’s fingers. Namjoon hisses slightly and grabs your hair roughly before forcing his cock into your mouth, suddenly hitting the back of your head. Instantly, you choke and splutter around his cock, your eyes tearing up. Namjoon holds your hair tightly, keeping his shaft buried against the back of your throat, even as you gag around him.

“Didn’t Hobi tell you to be good for me? Yet, here you are, forgetting about my cock. Is Hoseok a distraction? Does he need to stop so we can use your pretty throat the way it’s supposed to be used?” Namjoon asks, his voice heavy with dominance. Despite your teary eyes and the ache in both your jaw and your throat, you find yourself shaking your head, your cunt clenching.

“Do I need to stop, sweetheart?” Hoseok asks, drawing his fingers away. Again, you frantically shake your head, your words of protest muffled around Namjoon’s cock.

“So, you’ll be good?” Namjoon asks, and you nod your head quickly. Namjoon grunts at the way his cock shifts inside your mouth as you move your head.

“Hmm. We’ll see. Now hold still while I fuck your pretty throat,” Namjoon says. Your muscles instantly tense, twitching intermittently as you stare up at Namjoon through the thick of your lashes. He growls lowly, keeping his eyes fixed onto yours as he begins thrusting hard, but slowly, into your mouth. Every thrust of his hips has him hitting the back of your throat - you have no doubt that it’ll be completely raw and hoarse tomorrow - as you’re jerked on top of Hoseok.

“That’s a good Princess,” Hoseok praises. Then, suddenly, he plunges two fingers into you. You cry out around Namjoon’s cock, the vampire’s thrusts becoming stuttered at the sudden vibration of your mouth against his cock.

“Fuck.” Namjoon hisses through clenched teeth as he forces his cock further into your mouth. The muscles at the back of your throat flutter around his head, and you find yourself inadvertently swallowing. Namjoon let outs another hiss, his head falling back as you slowly swallow his cock down your pharynx.

“Did she take you down her throat, Joonie?” Hoseok asks, his ears twitching at the fucked out sigh that escapes Namjoon’s lips.

“Fuck. Yes-” Namjoon groans out, barely able to string together a rational sentence as he loses himself in the feel of your tight, hot throat pulsing around his shaft.

“Should I reward our princess?” Hoseok asks, lightly thrusting his fingers into you.

“Hmm. I think so. We promised we would if she was good for us - and she’s being really good right now,” Namjoon praises. One of his large hands moves to wrap around your throat, groaning as his thumb affectionately brushes against the outline of his cock in your oesophagus.

Hoseok doesn’t say anything. Instead, he slowly spreads the two fingers he has buried into you, opening you out for his viewing pleasure. He groans as you’re gradually opened out for him. Thick strings of your arousal coat your inner walls, leaking out of your cunt and running down his fingers. Lifting his head up, he plunges his tongue inside of you, swirling the wet appendage around your walls and drenching it in the thick of your taste.

Uncontrollably, your thighs begin shaking around his head as the ecstasy of your impending orgasm draws near. Your eyes shut, tears leaking down your cheeks - both from the sheer pleasure Hoseok wrought on your body and Namjoon’s deep thrusts down your throat as he uses your oesophagus as his own personal cocksleeve. When Hoseok’s thumb moves to press against your clit, rolling it in tight circles, you feel the knot inside your stomach unravel. Violently, you begin shaking as your orgasm sears through your nerves.

Namjoon abruptly pulls out your throat, and you let out a small shriek as you begin cumming around Hoseok’s tongue. Your throat strains, your moans coming out raspy from Namjoon’s thrusts. Hoseok groans as your walls begin clenching rhythmically around his tongue. The honey of your orgasm trickles out of you in thick streams, running along his tongue and straight into his mouth. Tauntingly slow, he continues circling your clit as he draws out your orgasm, wanting nothing more than to drown in your cum.

“Fuck, Hoseok,” you mewl. Your limbs turn into jelly, and you find yourself falling forward, unable to keep yourself upright. Instantly, Namjoon catches you, bracing you against his taut chest. You bury your face into his abdomen, eyes screwed shut as you cry out your pleasure into Namjoon’s flesh.

“Shh. It’s okay, we’ve got you,” Namjoon says tenderly as he lightly runs his fingers through your hair. Soothingly, he massages your scalp as you come down from the elation of your orgasmic high. Once you stop trembling around his face, Hoseok pulls away from your cunt. Licking his lips, he drinks down the remnants of your cum that soaks his mouth and chin. He strains his head and places a soft kiss against your clit before gently rolling you off of him.

Bonelessly, you fall onto the bed. Your chest heaves as you stare up at the ceiling, gaze completely unfocused from the strength of your orgasm. Vaguely, you hear your lovers shuffle around the room, but you’re too far into your orgasmic haze to really care.

Moments later, when you have more of your bearings, you feel the bed dip on either side of your body. Sluggishly, you roll your head towards them, smiling lazily. They’ve stripped completely naked, leaving them in all their glory. Your eyes brazenly rove over their figures, basking in how utterly beautiful your lovers are.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Hoseok asks. You nod languidly, and Hoseok lets out a soft chuckle from how completely fucked out you are, your eyes glassy. His arms wrap around your waist and pull you up. Your muscles protest the movement, but you let him manoeuvre you so that your back is rested against his hot chest, your hips between his thighs as his hard cock rests against the top of your ass.

“I know I usually fuck you first - but because of… because of the wolf - we thought it’d be easier if Namjoonie has you first,” Hoseok says softly as he presses a kiss against your neck. Your heart soars at his concern, and you let out a small nod.

“It’ll be fine. I trust you both,” you reply, turning your head and pressing a chaste kiss against Hoseok’s lips. Then, turning back, you lift your arms up and beckon Namjoon towards you. He smiles gently at you. Hoseok’s hands wrap around your thighs before spreading them, letting Namjoon crawl between. Your vampire presses a kiss to your forehead. Then, he uncorks the vial in his hand - the vial you hadn’t even noticed.

“Joonie?” you ask, staring curiously at the glass bottle.

“Did you forget about the bonding ceremony, my love?” Namjoon asks, a playful smile teasing his lips. You blink at him, your mind working sluggishly slow at it navigates the fog of euphoria that clouds it. Suddenly, it clicks. Oh yes, the vial of potion. The vial that would temporarily temper down the poison of his kiss and lower the chances of any fatalities.

“Oh. I forgot about that,” you whisper. Once again, the two of them exchange a nervous glance. Tenderly, Hoseok smooths his hands over the flesh of your thighs, massaging them as Namjoon looks at you warily.

“Are you sure about this? If you don’t want to, we can-” Namjoon begins.

“No. I want this. Please. I want to be yours and Hoseok’s forever,” you cut him off, your eyes staring earnestly into his. Namjoon nibbles his lower lip before nodding. Then, he uncorks the vial, the potion glimmering in a metallic pool of silver before he gulps it down. Namjoon’s nose scrunches up at the taste before he sputters.

“Damn, that’s awful,” he says as he swallows thickly before he turns his attention back to you. He takes in the sight of you, body sprawled across Hoseok’s chest and thighs spread wide for him.

“Fuck. Okay,” Namjoon says lowly. Taking his cock in his hand, he pumps it twice, spreading his precum over it before pressing the head against your entrance. You let out a low moan of appreciation as he runs his cockhead through your folds, wetting it in your arousal before he slowly begins pushing it inside you.

“Oh fuck,” you groan as your eyes screw shut. The girth of Namjoon’s cock slowly spreads you open, inch by inch, as he fills your walls.

“Fucking- how are you always so tight?” Namjoon hisses as he bottoms out. Your hands shoot out to rest against his hips, your fingers digging into his bones. When the walls of your cervix kiss the tip of his cock, Namjoon stills, waiting for you to slowly adjust. You take a couple of deep breaths, more than delirious over the way his cock feels inside you. The slight burn of the stretch soon fades away, and you experimentally clench your walls around him. The sensation of your silken walls clamping down around his shaft has him whining softly.

“Joon, hnn- Joonie, you can move,” you croak. Namjoon steadily eases himself out of you before thrusting back in one fluid motion. You cry out when he once again bottoms out, your head lolling onto Hoseok’s shoulder.

“Fuck her good Joonie. You’ll need to fuck that pretty pussy open so it’s easier for her to take my knot,” Hoseok breathes out. His words ring through your ears, and you involuntarily clench around Namjoon again. God, you’d almost forgotten about that. Hoseok had never knotted you before - he’d never let his wolf take control in the bedroom - but tonight, in order to complete your turning, he’d have to.

“Shit, she likes that. She just got so tight,” Namjoon gasps as he thrusts harder.

“Hmm. Is Joonie right, sweetheart? Do you want me to knot you? Does the Princess want to take my knot like a good little bitch?” Hoseok asks. Your eyes snap open at his words. His voice is considerably deeper and just slightly more gravelly. He sounds like your Hoseok, but different. More animalistic.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Namjoon groans. The speed of his thrusts increases as his hips ram into yours. With each and every one of his movements, you’re jerked back into Hoseok’s chest. The wolf holds down your thighs, keeping you locked in place as Namjoon begins a brutal pace. Each surge of his cock hits slightly deeper - and with Hoseok holding you down, you have no choice but to take it.

“S-So good,” you whimper out. With each plunge, you can slowly feel yourself approaching the brink of your orgasm. Your thighs begin shaking around him, your hands digging harder into his hips. You clutch his narrow waist hard, holding onto it as if it's your last lifeline.

“Are you going to cum, Princess? I can feel your cunt tightening,” Namjoon asks, and you frantically nod. Flashes of heat run along your skin, your flesh prickling with your nearing peak.

Suddenly, Namjoon grips your hips and yanks them further into his cock. The abrupt movement causes your body to jerk down Hoseok’s chest before Namjoon bends over you, laying both you and Hoseok onto the bed. His chest pressed against yours, your back flush against Hoseok’s abdomen as your head rests on his chest. You cry out when Namjoon wraps your thighs around his hips, digging his knees into the bed and using them as leverage to fuck into your cunt harder and deeper. Imperceptibly, your thighs begin quivering, though Hoseok’s eyes catch the movement.

“She’s cumming Joonie,” Hoseok warns. Namjoon lets out a little grunt and tilts his hips. You let out a low shriek, the change of angle causing his cockhead to brush against the spongy tissue of your g-spot with every thrust.

“Make her cum. I’m not- fuck- gonna last long. She’s- hnng- so fucking tight,” Namjoon croaks, his voice coming out choked. One hand moving from your thigh, Hoseok pushes his fingers against your clit.

Instantly, your back arches, twisting almost painfully as you feel your orgasm ricochet through your body. Your walls rhythmically begin pulsing around the vampire’s cock, tightening around his shaft in almost a vice-like grip. The feel of your cunt milking around him pushes Namjoon over the edge. Thrusting inside of you one final time, Namjoon buries his cock as deep as it can go before cumming and spilling inside of you. Rope after rope of his semen shoots into you, coating your walls white in his thick essence.

Namjoon lets out a little roar, his incisors growing and sharpening until they’re like small daggers. Then, bending over, he latches onto your breast and immediately bites down. The sharpened teeth pierce your breast, the skin tearing as he fills you with a dulled version of his poison while blood rushes into his mouth. You let out a sharp cry as pain flares around your nipple before a cool heat floods through your veins. As soon as he’s done injecting you with his vampiric toxin, Namjoon unlatches his teeth. He begins running his tongue around the wound, inadvertently swirling the appendage around your nipple. The stinging pain of his bite soon begins to fade away as his saliva heals your wound, dulling the ache.

“One down, two more to go,” Namjoon mutters as he unlatches his mouth from your breast. He stares at dark mauve bruises already forming around the puncture marks, almost enraptured by them.

The bonding ritual seemed complicated. There was too much to do - too much that could go wrong, and at first, both he and Hoseok had been hesitant to go through with it - Yoongi’s assurance or not. They didn’t want to hurt you - or lose you because of their own actions. Some of it seemed easy enough - you had to be filled with their cum - or their ‘life essence’ as the instructions had called it - before they could even think about marking you. Then, they had to mark and bite you - at the exact same time, so that they could tie you to them, and that’s where it turned complicated. Due to the potion diluting the strength of his venom, he has to bite you three times, making sure the third time coincides with Hoseok’s bite. If they were off by even the slightest, it would result in your death.

Though, now, as he stares at the purple bruises blooming against your breast, he can’t help but hum in appreciation. Possession flares in his chest, knowing that you’d soon be marked as his and Hoseok’s forever. Soon, you’d be theirs forever: marked and bonded to them for the rest of your lives. Softly, he brushes his plush lips against your sternum in a sweet kiss, your chest heaving under him as you gasp for breath. Easing out of you gently, Namjoon pulls his cock out. The moment his cock leaves you, you let out a soft whine, his cum beginning to drip out.

Before you can catch your breath, you’re suddenly flipped over. Both you and Namjoon let out a gasp of surprise as Hoseok forces you onto your hands and knees, his strength even pushing Namjoon over. Hoseok bends your back, causing it to arch as he pulls your ass into the air. Your head falls between Namjoon’s thighs, his cum covered cock resting against your cheek as Hoseok palms your ass. A low growl emanates from Hoseok’s chest behind you, and instantly your knees go weak. It’s not like his usual growls, no, it’s far too carnal. Too animalistic.

“Look at my bitch’s pretty little ass,” Hoseok grunts, his large palms splaying over the fleshy cheeks. You let out a little whimper at the deep inclination of his voice, your cunt pulsing at the dominance dripping from his words. The wolf spreads the cheeks of your ass, letting out a soft purr of appreciation as he watches Namjoon’s cum drip along your folds.

“Your cunt looks so good filled with the vampire’s seed,” comes the appreciative rumble of Hoseok’s voice. You feel him run his fingers through the folds of your cunt, gathering the spilt cum onto his fingers before pushing them into you. You whimper slightly, your walls slightly raw and still sensitive from Namjoon’s hard thrusts. Hoseok pumps his fingers inside you, watching the way they displace Namjoon’s cum from your pussy. Pulling his fingers out, he smirks at the way Namjoon’s cum coats his fingers before placing them back against your cunt. Once again, he gathers Namjoon’s cum before plunging his fingers back into you, pushing Namjoon’s cum deep into your cunt.

“Such a messy little slut- you’re dripping like a good little bitch in heat. Hmm, I don’t know why he never let me play with you before,” the wolf muses, no doubt referring to Hoseok’s human personality. You feel him spread his fingers inside you, attempting to splay your walls, “tight too - but don’t worry, I’m sure you can take my knot,” Hoseok purrs. Then he pulls his fingers out, only for them to be replaced with the head of his cock.

Your eyes widen, hands shooting out to grip Namjoon’s thighs as Hoseok begins pushing into your entrance. He’s big - much bigger than he’s ever been. Your eyes screw shut at the sheer girth - somehow, he’s thicker than Namjoon. Despite your vampire lover fucking you not even minutes ago and the mix of both your cum, the bulbous head of Hoseok’s cock still struggles to push into the tightness of your cunt.

“Fuck. Be a good little bitch and relax,” Hoseok gnarls, but despite his harsh words, he soothingly rubs your back. Feeling the warmth of Hoseok’s touch, as well as the usual gentleness of your wolf lover, you find yourself relaxing enough for him to gently ease his head in. You let out a deep, low groan as he slowly fills you beyond anything you’ve ever felt before, your walls stretching around his cock. You’re unbelievably full.

Hoseok lets out a low growl, his chest rumbling behind you, “that’s a good bitch. You’re taking my cock so good. Gonna knot you, fill you with my cum, and breed you like my good bitch,” Hoseok snarls as he continues forcing his length inside you. Nails digging into Namjoon’s flesh, you let out a soft whimper, your head resting on the vampire’s thick thighs.

Inch by inch, Hoseok spreads your walls open. The girth is the same almost all the way down, and long, excruciating moments later, he finally bottoms out. Hoseok stills behind you, one hand tenderly rubbing the small of your back. He’s buried so deep in you, it’s almost like you can feel him at the back of your throat. Once you adjust to his girth, you let out a laboured breath and push your ass against him.

“Please,” you whimper, voice low and practically inaudible. Hoseok, however, hears you. You feel his hands move from your back to grip at your hips, sharp talons scraping against your skin.

“Ready for me?” Hoseok asks, and your chest flutters at the slightly higher-pitched tone. It’s Hoseok, your Hoseok - the human counterpart to the wolf.

“Mhm. Want you. All of you,” you reply. This time, when he growls, it’s back to the lower, more carnal sound, and you know the wolf is back.

“Then you’ll get all of me,” he snarls. You feel his grip on your hips tighten before he pulls out of you in one motion until only the tip of his cock in buried into you. Suddenly, he thrusts in deeply, burying his cock into your depths in one slick motion. You scream out his name, your body jerking forward from the abrupt thrust. Namjoon hisses when your nails curl into his legs once again before looking at you in worry.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asks. Concern laces his voice as his gaze momentarily flicks towards Hoseok. The russet haired male’s eyes are completely gold, not a hint of brown present in them. His irises glow unnaturally in the low lighting of the room, and Namjoon curses as he realises Hoseok’s too far deep into his own baser, carnal need.

“F-Fine,” you stutter, barely able to get the words out as Hoseok begins impaling you with his cock. He’s so big, it feels like you’re being split open, and yet, with every thrust, his head brushes against your g-spot, causing your toes to curl in pleasure.

Hoseok moves his hands to your ass cheeks, spreading them open and groaning at the sight. The tight ring of your walls grips his shaft in a vice-like grip, the muscles stretching and pulling with each violent thrust of his cock. He finds himself mesmerised by the sight, gaze enthralled by the way his thick girth fucks your cunt open. His cock is slick, streaks of Namjoon’s cum running down the length as it glistens with the thin filmy wetness of your own cum.

The mixture of both your cum and Namjoon’s acts as a makeshift lubricant, allowing Hoseok to slide into you easier. You groan with each and every one of his thrusts, little whimpers and sighs of both pain and pleasure escaping your mouth. Hoseok’s hands grip your hips, yanking them back onto his cock over and over again as he brutally impales you on his cock. His ministrations only drive you wilder, the pain of his sheer girth stretching you out mixing with the pleasure he forces on your body.

“Fuck-” Hoseok snarls, his pace becoming stuttered. You let out a sharp gasp, practically choking on air as you feel his cock throb inside you. The rhythmic pulsing mirrors the clenching of your own walls, “gonna breed you. Gonna knot your tight little pussy and fuck it full of my cum- gonna make sure I fill your belly full of my pups” Hoseok hisses.

He yanks your hips towards him, his hips slamming against your ass as the sound of skin slapping fills the air. Holding you still, Hoseok leans over your back, plunging his cock into your depths even harder. Your eyes widen just a fraction, and you let out a little cry as you feel the base of his cock begin to swell. A whimper of pain escapes you, your eyes tearing up as you feel the walls of your cunt begin to stretch to their limit.

“Ah- Hoseok,” you gasp out, your hand twisting behind to get him to slow down. Hoseok barely acknowledges you, however, and instead, he continues jackhammering into you. The brute force of his thrusts causes his knot to brush against your walls, the thick knotted flesh threatening to penetrate you with each plunge of his hips. When a fraction of it slips into you, you cry out: this time in pain.

“Fuck! Hoseok, slow down,” Namjoon hisses, his brows scrunching in worry. Hoseok simply snarls at him. Namjoon curses as he realises just how lost into his animalistic urges the wolf is.

“Gotta breed her to complete the bonding,” Hoseok manages to growl out. Conflicted by Hoseok’s words, Namjoon freezes. On one hand, he knows that in order to bond and mate with you, you need to take Hoseok’s knot; however, on the other hand, he can’t stand to see you in pain. Contemplating whether he should stop Hoseok, Namjoon runs his tongue across the front of his teeth. Instantly, his eyes widen as an idea pops into his head.

Namjoon pushes Hoseok backwards, his supernatural strength forcing the wolf onto his ass. As he falls back, Hoseok keeps his grip firmly onto your hips, and you’re dragged back with him. The movement causes you to jerk onto his lap, Hoseok’s knot slipping further into you and causing you to cry out at the sudden intrusion, your walls being stretched open. Namjoon winces and places an apologetic kiss on your forehead. Hoseok ignores you both, instead, using your hips as leverage to slam you harder onto his cock. Your entire body bounces on top of his as he fucks into you, his hips thrusting upwards.

“Ahah- please,” you whimper, your breathing becoming laboured as your eyes screw shut from pain.

“Spread your thighs, love,” Namjoon softly orders. You whimper but do as asked, your legs falling open. The movement only causes Hoseok to growl as your cunt loosens up slightly.

The wolf grips your hips tighter, grinding you onto his cock and causing you to hiss when he sinks in deeper. Crawling between them, Namjoon winces at how swollen you are, your walls stretched immensely as Hoseok continues pushing the flared base of his cock into you. Gathering saliva into his mouth, Namjoon lets it pool onto his tongue before dribbling it onto your cunt. You hiss as the cool spit drips down your heated cunt and around Hoseok’s knot. Namjoon leans forward, lightly kissing and suckling your clit.

As Namjoon’s spit begins running over your entrance, you slowly feel the pain begin to ebb away. Your muscles relax slightly, twitching from the sudden loss of tension. Your eyelids flutter open as you let out a low moan - of pleasure this time - when Namjoon laves your clit. Swallowing thickly, you stare at the top of Namjoon’s head as he eats you out, the healing properties of his spit slowly working their magic and alleviating the ache of Hoseok’s knot.

“Better?” Namjoon asks, his words vibrating across the sensitive bundle of nerves. You throw your head back in pleasure before nodding. Namjoon smirks, keeping his eyes glued onto you as he continues lapping and suckling at your clit. You whine at the feeling of Hoseok’s knot slowly entering you. Now, with the aid of Namjoon’s spit, you can focus more on the pleasure, your skin flushing with heat as your toes curl.

Namjoon’s thick lips wrap around your clit before he draws the bud between his teeth. Gently rolling it, he lightly nibbles on it - teasing your clit until you find yourself tearing up from pleasure. You’re impossibly full, Hoseok still using your hips to pull you onto his cock over and over again - using your cunt as his own personal cocksleeve. With every slam of your hips onto his cock, his knot invades your cunt further. It continues swelling, enlarging under you as your eyes roll from how utterly filled you are. Your hips writhe on top of Hoseok’s, following his rhythm and causing him to let out a low growl of appreciation.

Suddenly, Namjoon unwraps his mouth from your clit, and instead, licks the seam of your stretched out cunt as it clings to Hoseok’s cock. He stares at the beads of his cum, your cum, and Hoseok’s precum that gathers around your entrance. It leaks out in little rivulets, down Hoseok’s shaft and along his knot. Unable to resist, Namjoon finds himself tentatively lapping it, before swallowing. He groans at the taste - the three of you heavy on his tongue.

Growing bolder, Namjoon furiously begins licking along your pussy and Hoseok’s knot, gathering as much of the mixture of cum as he can before swallowing it down thickly. You shiver, your thighs beginning to quake as his tongue darts across your pussy. Pulling away from your cunt, Namjoon replaces his mouth with his fingers. Expert fingers begin rolling your clit, pushing and prodding the little bud and drawing out small mews of pleasure from your lips. Namjoon’s lips ghost across the inside of your thighs, gently nipping the skin as he readies it for his second mark. You can feel your end nearing, your abdomen tightening with heat as your skin prickles with ecstasy.

Namjoon bites down on your thigh abruptly, forcing a grunt of pain from your lips when his incisors once again break your skin. You feel him inject his venom into you, and this time, it’s more potent. It mingles with the toxin already in you, cold heat searing every single one of your veins as your blood is pumped around your body. Namjoon quickly unlatches his mouth from you, running his tongue over the puncture wounds as he alleviates the pain. Plush lips brush against the bruising mark, ghosting soft kisses along the flesh in praise.

“You’re doing so good, love. Just a bit more,” Namjoon says. His gaze is fixed onto your cunt, watching the lewd way in which Hoseok’s knot stretches your cunt as he continues mindlessly playing with your clit. His thumb moves to your entrance, softly brushing the pad against where you and Hoseok are connected. You cry out, your walls clenching tightly around Hoseok.

“Hoseok, she’s not gonna last much longer,” Namjoon warns as he feels your blood rush around your body, your heart beating to the speed of hummingbird wings.

Namjoon kisses his way up your body, stopping briefly to lick and nip one of your nipples, all while continuously working your clit under his fingers. His head falls to the juncture of your neck, his mouth watering as he feels the pulse of your jugular. Lazily, he kisses the skin, gently suckling the tender flesh as he prepares it for his final mark. Hoseok moves his lips to the opposite side, his lips pushed against the crook as he lightly nibbles the skin causing you to gasp as his sharp canines scrape against the skin.

With one final thrust, Hoseok slams you onto his cock, pushing the final remaining inch of his knot inside you. The sudden stretch, paired with Namjoon’s fingers endlessly teasing your clit causes you to hurtle off the edge. You sob out both their names, your head thrown back and back arched into the air as you scream towards the heavens. Hoseok lets out a deep guttural howl before jets of his cum shoot out and into your cunt. You softly cry as the heat of his cum fills you from the inside. You find yourself drowning in its warmth. Your walls clench around his shaft, milking it for all it’s worth as his knot keeps both his and the remnants of Namjoon’s cum plugged up inside you.

Then, with one glance towards each other, Hoseok and Namjoon bite down onto your neck. You feel their sharpened teeth tear into your skin before power surges through your body. Eyes widening from the sheer energy that ricochets within your nerve fibres, you let out a curdling, ear-piercing scream. Their essence sears every single blood vessel as the pure ecstasy of your orgasm courses along your nerves. The two men wince as your howl thunders through their eardrums, your entire being intensely shaking as their power overwhelms you.

Namjoon keeps his eyes trained onto you, watching the way your eyes flash between white and their usual colour. When they finally stop flickering and return to normal, he lets out a sigh of relief. Both he and Hoseok unhook their fangs from your skin, Namjoon quickly running his tongue over the puncture wounds to allay the blood that begins forming around them. Humming against your skin, he licks up the sweet, metallic tasting droplets. Somehow, despite how completely exhausted you are, you feel every single one of your cells thrum with energy as they pulse with life.

Once the overpowering ecstasy ebbs away, leaving you drunk on the euphoria of your orgasmic high, you fall limply onto Hoseok. The wolf catches you easily, wrapping his arm around your waist as he presses his palm across your soft belly. Breath laboured, you gasp for air as your muscles erratically twitch and spasm between them. Hoseok whines as he comes back to his senses, nuzzling your neck as he presses apologetic kisses into your skin.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Hoseok whimpers, repeating his words over and over again as he punctuates them with soft kisses. Vaguely, through your blissed-out state, you manage to process his words. You shake your head, letting it lazily loll onto Hoseok’s shoulder.

Sluggishly, your hand moves to sit on top of his large palm before you lace your fingers between his. Under both your palms, your belly feels warm, filled with Hoseok’s cock and a mixture of both your lovers’ warmth. The wolf gently caresses your abdomen and you bask in his tender touch. Briefly, you wonder if you’d be giving either of them children anytime soon. It sure felt like you would, just from how full of cum you are. With each caress of your abdomen, Hoseok whispers his apologies over and over again, his voice filled with remorse. You hum contentedly.

“You don’t need to apologise,” you finally rasp out, your throat straining.

“I shouldn’t have lost control like that. I hurt you,” Hoseok says and you hum once again.

“Only slightly - nothing I couldn’t handle. Besides, Joonie made it better. I can’t even remember the pain anymore,” your soft voice echoes through your bedchambers. Hoseok presses another kiss against the column of your throat before sending a grateful smile to the vampire, causing him to grin in return.

“I love you,” you soft whisper, words filled with nothing but adoration as you bring his hands to your lips. Then, flicking your gaze to your vampire, your lips curl into a lazy, content smile.

“And I love you too,” you affirm, one arm sluggishly reaching out for him. Namjoon’s grin deepens, his teeth on display and dimples indenting. Bending over you, he brushes his lips against the corner of your mouth.

“I love you too... so much,” Namjoon whispers. He’s so close to you that with every movement of his lips, you feel them ghost over yours.

“Mmm. Don’t forget about me- I love you too. We both do,” Hoseok says. Namjoon rolls his eyes before pushing both you and Hoseok down and onto the bed. You whimper when Hoseok’s cock refuses to dislodge from within you, Hoseok letting out a heavy exhale.

“Sorry, we’re gonna be like this a while,” Hoseok informs and you let out a deep sigh as Hoseok moves you into a more comfortable position on the bed.

Hoseok spoons you from behind, his arm tightly wrapped around your waist and his chest flush against your back. Your hips squirm over him, Hoseok hissing as you shuffle to find a cosier spot. Once finding it, you grin and sleepily beckon for Namjoon. The vampire moves to lie next to you, his head slightly lowered so he can press languid kisses against the tops of your breasts. Instinctively, your hands curl into Namjoon’s hair, mindlessly playing with the locks as both of them lavish your skin with tender kisses.

“I assume it worked? The bonding I mean,” you ask. Both your boys laugh at you, Hoseok’s warm breath fanning against the skin of your neck.

“If it didn’t, you’d be dead sweetheart,” Hoseok chuckles. You pout but don’t have the energy to move, your muscles smarting from the remnants of your orgasms.

“I definitely feel dead,” you mutter petulantly under your breath. Though, they still manage to hear your words; supernatural hearing and all, causing them to laugh once again.

You ignore them this time, instead, basking in Hoseok’s soothing warmth and Namjoon’s death-like chill. A smile teases your lips as you think about the years you have ahead. You can’t think of a better way to spend the rest of your life than with your two mates.

a/n: hENLO!! I hope you enjoyed hnnnn this as much as I did writing it 🥴 please don’t forget to leave some feedback and tell me what you think 🥺

[hajimesh]

By His Side

Word Count: 4.4k

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Summary: Based on this “You cannot change the past, but you can shape the present to create the future.” Victorian AU 

A/N: This was requested by a lovely anon, it’s a bit long but i’m very happy of how it turned out. please let me know what you think! i need validation heheh. *gif not mine*

Masterlist

Since the day he saw you he was captivated by you. You were at the farmer’s market, in the closest town to Allerdale Hall, standing next to a pile of red apples admiring them. He watched you from afar and when he noticed you were making your way to the bookstore, he followed you. He saw you approaching the paranormal section, so he took it as a chance and walked towards you. Your hat partially shielded your face from him, so you didn���t notice him standing next to you until he spoke.

“Is that a fan of ghost stories what I see?” His voice was gentle but had a flirty undertone in it.

You turned quickly towards the voice and the sight made you blush. A man with dark curly hair, pale skin and beautiful eyes stared at you. He looked in his late twenties, perhaps early thirties. He was very well dressed and had a strong presence in the room, but what captivated you the most were his eyes. Baby blue eyes adorned with long lashes looking at you expectantly.

Smiling shyly at him, you lightly lowered your head to hide the warmth colouring your cheeks and answered him. “I find them very intriguing, Sir.”

“Thomas Sharpe. But please, call me Thomas.” As you lifted your gaze, you noticed him smiling bashfully at you. “If it is not too forward from me, may I know your name?”

You shook your head and told him your name. His smile got wider, if that’s even possible, and he stretched his hand towards you. You took it and he brought your hand to his mouth, his lips kissing softly your knuckles as he stared at you.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”

You couldn’t help but blush again. This man was going to be the death of you!

As you placed your hand back to your side, you tried to look composed and relaxed. “Thomas, if you don’t mind me asking but, do you live here? In the town, I mean.” You had been here for a week and a half and you had never seen him around, you wondered if he was a traveler or if you just had been unlucky, not having seen him before today.

“I don’t mind. And to answer your question, no. I live in Allerdale Hall. It’s around one maybe two hours away from here.” He explained and you couldn’t help but open your eyes in surprise. Luckily he didn’t seem to notice and continued speaking.

“But you…” he looked at you suspiciously and with a playful smile. “You are a foreigner, are you not?”

You nodded meekly and smiled. “That I am.”

“Ah, yes. If you were from here I’d certainly recall such lovely face.” His eyes twinkled and you laughed.

“How charming, Thomas.” Once your laughing died down you noticed you had been here for quite a while and it was getting late. You still had some errands to run but you didn’t want to leave. Thomas was great company.

“I am afraid I must leave. It was nice meeting you Thomas Sharpe.”

“Would you like me to escort you back home? A lady like you should not walk alone.” His face showed concern and you were touched by it.

“I appreciate your concern but it will not be necessary. I’ve got the impression that we will be meeting again, Thomas.” In an act of bravery you winked at him. It was improper, but you felt like you had known this man for you entire life.

You could see the tip of his ears growing red but his smile never faltered.

“So do I, my dear.”

*     *     *     *

You saw Thomas two weeks after your first meeting.

Mrs. Dudley, a very short sweet lady and owner of the room you were staying at, gave you an envelope addressed to you from the Sharpe’s. They were inviting you to the annual ball, in memory of Lady Beatrice Alexandra Sharpe, Thomas’ mother. Mrs. Dudley told you all about the Sharpe’s: from Thomas’ title as a baronet, which you already knew, to his sister Lucille and the red clay mines. Everyone in town seemed to think the Sharpe’s were a very strange family and they tried to evade them as much as they could, but Mrs. Dudley assured you that Thomas was a gentleman and a good person, nothing like Lucille.

With the help of Mrs. Dudley, you found a beautiful gown for the ball. It was made with the finest fabrics you could find in town in a deep green colour, which contrasted beautifully with your skin. You had matching gloves and shoes. Your hair was pinned at the top of your head and once you finished your make up you were ready to go.

There was a carriage sent to the town to fetch you, curtesy of the Sharpe’s. During the drive to Allerdale Hall your mind wandered towards Thomas’ sister, Lucille. From what Mrs. Dudley told you, she was a very beautiful woman but there was something in her that didn’t feel right. She was always composed and her words where carefully measured, as if she had practiced them beforehand. You only hoped you didn’t get on her bad side and perhaps you could be friends.

You were so lost in your head that you didn’t notice when you arrived. There was quite a crowd outside the house. High born Ladies and Lords, with the finest gowns and suits you had ever seen in your life stepped out of the carriages and made their way to the house. All women had their necks and ears adorned with extravagant jewels and elegant yet forced smiles. It’s not like you weren’t used to it, being a high born yourself, but all the hypocrisy that accompanied this events was tiring for you.

Once you were out of the carriage, you thanked the driver and walked to the entrance.

The gates were huge and they were adorned with columns of flower arrangements and candles. It all looked like it came out from a fairytale. Laughter filled your ears as you got closer, men and women talked while the band played a soft, happy tune. You smiled at the sight, it had been months since you had assisted a ball and the fact that you would be seeing Thomas made you giddy and excited.

You kept walking and looking all over the place when your eyes met a pair of blue ones not too far away from you. Your breath caught in your throat, Thomas looked as dashing as always. His suit fitting him perfectly with his hair gelled back and the brightest smile. His eyes seemed to glow under the candlelight, looking crystal clear. Unbeknownst to you, he was also having trouble finding his breath after seeing you enter through the gates.

He made his way to you and time seemed to stop. Everyone freezing and standing still, everyone but you. Extending his arm, he finally talked to you. “Will you honour me with your hand for a waltz?”

You felt butterflies erupt in your belly. Nodding your head, you accepted his arm and he brought you to the dance floor. Once the music began, he placed one hand on your waist and interlaced the other one with your hand.

A nice, slow paced waltz began to play and you couldn’t help yourself from getting lost in his eyes. He looked at you and it felt he was looking at your very soul, a smile grazing his lips. You were in awe and your face showed it. With a love struck smile, you kept staring at him thorough the dance, never breaking eye contact, only when he turned you in circles, but you quickly found his eyes again. You were so lost in each other that you momentarily forgot where you were.

“I must say, you’re making every woman in the room feel insecure.” He murmured while still looking at you. You must have looked confused because he proceeded to explain himself. “You look beautiful, darling. The most beautiful woman in this room, I dare to say.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm, but it didn’t stop you from answering him. “Only in this room?” You fake pouted at him and then laughed at his reaction, his eyes opened and a blush began to crept on his cheeks.

“I mean, I’m sure you are the most beautiful woman in the whole country. I-I just… I–”

Your laugh stopped his rambling and he realized what you had done. He rolled his eyes playfully but smiled nonetheless.

“That was rather mean, my dear.” He feigned annoyance but his cheeky grin betrayed him.

The music stoped and Thomas, being the gentleman he was, removed his hand from your waist and guided you towards a chair so you could refresh yourself.

“You surely know how to dance, Thomas.”

Watching him laugh got you in a trance. His head fell back and his eyes closed tightly, making wrinkles appear around them. His smile was wide and bright, giving him a glowing aura you had never seen in anyone else.

“I’m glad I was enough for your standards, dear.” He teased and you smiled.

You knew everyone was looking at the both of you after Thomas’ loud laugh. There were whispers and judging glances around you but you paid no mind. Sadly, a clearing throat behind you got your attention and you saw Thomas posture go rigid and his smile disappeared.

Turning in your seat to face the intruder, your eyes came face to face with a deep red corset. As you trailed your eyes upwards, you felt yourself grow scared, as if you had been caught doing something bad. Once you reached the face you gulped and stood up. There it was, Lucille Sharpe standing before you. You only needed a glance at her cold eyes to know that. Mrs. Dudley wasn’t messing with you when she said she could be rather intimidating.

“Lucille.” Thomas seemed to hesitate for a second, looking between her and you, but finally setting his eyes on the floor, hands tucked on his pockets. “This is–”

But he was cut short by her. “Your guest from the town.”

She didn’t seem pleased with your presence but she smiled at you, so fast that you thought you imagined it.

“It’s nice to meet you. You must be Thomas’ sister.” You tried to be polite but apparently you only got things worse.

She flinched and her face went stoic at the name. “Mrs. Sharpe. Lucille Sharpe.”

You frowned at her remark, it sounded oddly possessive and it didn’t make any sense, but you let it slip not knowing what else could it mean. Looking at Thomas, you saw him stare at his sister with a lost face. His eyes looked dull and you found yourself frowning at him. He must have felt your stare because he switched his gaze towards you and all the life seemed to come back to his body.

“Sister,” Thomas turned to her trying to draw her attention on him. “Miss Enola Stewart asked for you. Said she had a very important matter to discuss with you.”

Lucille kept staring at you when she answered him. “I should go find her, then.”

Thomas looked at Lucille and it seemed like he was pleading her. What? You did not know. Without another word, she glanced at Thomas one more time and left.

You didn’t see her for the rest of the ball.

*     *     *     *

After Lucille’s interruption at the ball you didn’t have much more time to talk with Thomas. Gentlemen approached you for a dance and even if you refused at first, you couldn’t do it with every man that asked you, that would be rude. So you danced with other men, distant relatives of the Sharpe’s, until it was time for dinner. But you didn’t stay much longer after that. Your feet hurt, so you decided to call it a day and go home.

Mrs. Dudley asked you all the details the next morning. You told her about the incident with Lucille and she told you to be more careful.

“I’m telling you, child. She’s evil.” She shook her head and pursed her lips. “Some even say she’s the devil herself.”

You felt chills run through your body at that. But you knew she was exaggerating, gossiping seemed to be a usual thing in this town.

After your talk with her, you decided to go for a walk, perhaps go to the bookstore and purchase a book to entertain yourself. Grabbing your coat, you made your way out of the house and began your walk. The clouds were grey, light rain falling from them. It was autumn and the mix between rain and breeze made the air colder. You walked quickly but careful of not staining the end of your dress with mud. After five minutes, you finally reached the bookstore and quickly made your way inside.

The warmth engulfed you and you sighed in relief. You took off your coat and carried it on your arm as you walked towards the paranormal section. But to your surprise, Thomas was already there, sitting on a small sofa with a cup of tea on his hands.

“Mind if I join you?” You whispered on his ear making him jolt in surprise. Once he realized it was you, he smiled and let out a relieved laugh.

“Of course not. Come and sit with me, darling.” He made room for you to sit and you ended up squished against him, your faces were so close that you could only focus on his eyes.

He offered you a cup of tea and you accepted it, sipping carefully to avoid burning your tongue. A few minutes passed by in complete silence, just you and him drinking tea while staring at the fire in front of you.

Thomas was the first one to break the silence. “Where are you from?”

You looked at him with a confused look on your face, he caught you off guard. Noticing your face, he quickly tried to explain himself. “I’m sorry I just realized I never asked.”

“America. But I came here to escape my family.” Playing with the fabric of your dress, you looked down at your lap, avoiding his stare. “T-they were arranging my marriage with a man I don’t know. So, I wanted to be free for a while, experience the world. But I know that eventually I will have to return.”

Your sad tone made him frown, feeling his hopes going down the drain. It didn’t matter that he had met you a few weeks ago, because he knew you had already made your way into his heart. “Must you go back home?”

You sighed and finally looked at him again, this time with a sad smile. “Once I run out of money, yeah, I suppose.”

Silence sat between the both of you again. Thomas still processing what you just told him and you trying to steer away the disturbing images of you marrying someone you don’t love.

“Have you ever been in love?” This time, it was you who caught him by surprise. “I wonder what it feels like.”

Thomas cleared his throat and seemed to think for a bit before finally answering you. “I wouldn’t say I have but, from what I have read, many books describe it as a fuzzy feeling that brings warmth to your soul by the mere presence of your loved one or the thought of them.” He paused and took this time to face you. Smiling fondly at you, he continued. “You feel as if you’re floating, wanting to spend every living moment with them.”

The look in his eyes made your heart clench. His blue eyes were laced with longing and love. “It seems you’re very familiar with the feeling.”

You couldn’t hide the bitter tone in your voice. You had to admit you had been harbouring feelings for him for the past two weeks and the fact he was already in love with someone else made you loose hope.

His breathy laugh got you out of your thoughts. He kept staring at you with all those emotions swirling in his eyes and a smile made its way to his lips. “I cannot deny I’ve been feeling like that since the day I met you.”

You felt your heart stop and then start beating again but much faster and stronger than before. Your mind went crazy with a million thoughts and questions. You must have looked horrified because a few seconds later Thomas was apologizing.

“Forgive me, that was very forward of me.” Gazing down to his lap, his smile was gone and you could see the light tint on his cheeks. Did he think you were rejecting him?

Grabbing his face, you lifted it and turned it towards you. You saw his confused stare and you smiled softly at him. “Don’t worry, I think I’ve been feeling like that too.”

Smiling like two lovesick teenagers, you spent the rest of the day at the bookstore. Sharing shy glances and bright smiles.

*     *     *     *

Since that day, You and Thomas were inseparable.

He always came to town to visit you, take you out on strolls or just for tea. A few days after his confession he began to court you. He said he felt bad for not asking for permission properly to your father, but you assured him it was fine. Mrs. Dudley loved him, Thomas got on her good side when he brought her a bouquet of flowers and pastries as a gift for letting him visit you.

One day you were walking around the streets with Thomas when you bumped into an old man. The man looked up at you and began to apologize but stoped abruptly when he noticed Thomas by your side.

“Evil creature! Go back to your mansion and don’t come back! Monster!” The man was in hysterics. He had a burning rage in his eyes directed at Thomas.

He went rigid and his face looked stoic while you looked surprised by the old man’s outburst.

“Sir! That’s no way to treat someone. Let alone someone you don’t know.” You reprimanded him but it fell on deaf ears.

“You’ll do good in getting away from him, child. This isn’t a person, this is the devil.”

Your mind quickly went to Mrs. Dudley words about Lucille. She had also called her the devil. It must be a coincidence, right?

Ignoring the man’s yells and insults, you dragged Thomas away by his hand. You kept walking until you found a bench and sat down on it, motioning for Thomas to sit down as well. He hesitated but eventually gave up and sat down, but you couldn’t help but notice the distance he had placed between the both of you.

“Thomas? Are you all right?” You were concerned, his face unreadable as he looked away from you. Forcing him to look at you, you grabbed his chin and guided his face to yours. “Thomas, you don’t believe what this man said. Right?”

His silence was your answer.

“Oh, dear.” Sadness filled your heart and you hugged him without a second thought. You felt him grow rigid under your embrace but after a second he relaxed and hugged you back. “That man doesn’t know how incredible you are. He had no right to say such things about you!”

You grabbed him by the shoulders, getting him at arms length so you could face him properly. His playful eyes now looked dull and guilty. It broke your heart to see him so broken, so vulnerable.

“Thomas, please. Look at me.”

Finally looking at you, he sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t deserve you.” Once he opened his eyes, he grabbed your hands and brought them to his lips, placing a kiss on each knuckle. “You are so good to me.”

“That’s because you are good to me as well.” You whispered and eyed him carefully, afraid of scaring him away.

Making your way closer to him, you slowly leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek. He stared at you with a mix of surprise and confusion, before a small smile appeared on his lips. Thomas let go of your hands and grabbed your face instead. Leaning forward, he asked for permission with his eyes and you nodded your head. Cold lips met your own and your heart threatened to burst out of your chest. He caressed your cheeks with his fingers and you couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling. Thomas took this as a chance to deepen the kiss, gently stroking his tongue on yours and then capturing your bottom lip with his teeth before placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

Your cheeks were flushed and he had a cheeky grin. Things couldn’t get better.

*     *     *     *

But they did get worse.

When you heard about what Thomas and Lucille did alone, or about the murder of their mother, you couldn’t help but feel so broken and betrayed. A nauseating feeling settled in the pit of your stomach threatening to make you vomit. You needed answers, so when Thomas came around noon to his daily visit, you demanded him to explain and tell you the truth.

Seeing you flinch away from him when he tried to reach out for you made his heart squeeze in pain. He closed his eyes and sighed, knowing that lying would be useless. “I once read this line in one of the books you recommended me: You cannot change the past.” He admitted, his strong tone wavering slightly. Then, he opened his eyes and continued. “But you can shape the present to create the future.” He murmured softly, his breath gently fanning on your face as his eyes searched for yours, begging you to see him, all of him. He knew what he did was wrong, so wrong and sinful; but he was willing to put it all behind and show you how much love and care he had for you.

You knew you loved him, you wanted to believe him but what he did was monstrous and you didn’t know if you’d ever forget that.

“How do I know you will not do it again?” Your voice was firm, your eyes staring him down. Daring him to lie to you. “T-that you have changed. How do I know that?” The light stuttering in your voice broke his heart. He was causing you so much pain and he was the only one at fault.

“Because you are all I ever wanted and loosing you will utterly break my heart.” Conviction laced his voice, his eyes holding your gaze and his hands grasping your shoulders with a firm but gentle grip at the same time. “I love you, more than anything. And I want nothing more but to share my life with you, for whatever’s left of it, and to be by your side. My heart beats and lives only for you, in fact, I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. A-and should that link be broken, either by distance or by time, my heart will cease to beat and I would die. And you…” He sighed, feeling the defeat consuming his soul while tears fell freely down his cheeks. “You would soon forget about me.”

You felt your heart shatter at the sight of him. The conflict in your soul made you doubt yourself. Was it right to let him go, leave and never see him again? Or does he really mean to change and put such horrid past behind? Drowning in anguish and pain, a sob racked your body as it made its way past your throat escaping through your mouth. Doubling over yourself, you breathed and closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself.

Thomas felt his soul leave his body as more minutes passed and you didn’t say anything. To say he was scared was an understatement, he was terrified and he regretted everything he had ever done in the past. He knew he was the unworthiest person for you and that you deserved better, but he was selfish and he meant it what he said his heart was linked to yours; he loved you and a life without you in it wasn’t worth living for. He felt so helpless and so defeated that he began to sob as well.

You lifted your head when you heard his cries. Supporting himself on the wall, with a wild and distraught look in his face, he stared at the floor as shame washed over him. One look at his eyes, red rimmed and filled with tears, was all it took for you to accept him. “I would never forget about you, Thomas.”

Getting close to him, you wrapped your arms around his middle as he finally let his sobs out, raking his body and breaking him. You felt his weight on you and you hugged him even tighter. His knees gave up and he fell to the floor, dragging you along with him.

“I’m so sorry, so so sorry.” His cries got muffled when you guided his face to the crook of your neck. “…so sorry, I’m a monster.” Heavy breaths fell on your neck along with his tears.

You hugged him by the shoulders and let him cry out his pain. Pulling away his hair from his sweaty forehead, you forced him to look at you. “We will get through this, together. But you have to promise to try and do your best because I-I can’t do this alone.”

After kissing him on his forehead, you nestled him back to your chest and held him tightly, as if it could glue back the pieces of his shattered heart.

“I promise.” He whispered and you barely heard him. “I promise I will be the man you deserve and I will love you so much, never doubt that my darling.” Still hugging you, he lifted his head to gaze at you, straight to your eyes. He looked like a lost little boy, desperation clear in his blue eyes. You felt your throat constrict and a painful tug in your chest as you looked at him.

“And I will love you, Thomas.”

He smiled at you and you rubbed his rosy cheeks. You belonged to each other, you knew it and no one could convince you otherwise. Thomas sat up and rested his forehead on yours, rubbing your noses together and you closed your eyes, letting out a shaky sigh.

You adored him, and he adored you back. And nothing felt more right than to be by his side.

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Softwald [Epic Mickey x AU fanfiction] Chapter 7: Centered

Oswald’s mentor teaches him how to center himself, and he further realizes his appreciation for his hosts.

Softwald AU fic chapter 7

no content warnings except that this is really boring and gay

It seemed like Oswald had just dozed off underneath the tree in his dreams, when he heard Softwald's voice whispering next to him.

“Good morning, Oswald.”

Oswald pulled off his sleep mask and looked out the window to see that it was already bright outside. However, it was also pouring-down rain.

“Oh, geez,” Oswald groaned. “I overslept, didn't I? So much for morning meditation.”

Softwald chuckled quietly. “It's okay. I figured you might wanna sleep in a little today since you were up so late last night. Softensia has breakfast ready now, so we'll just move onto meditation and yoga indoors after that. Does that sound good?”

Oswald smiled. “Heheh...thanks. Sounds good to me!”

Softwald smiled and began heading to the kitchen.

Oswald looked out once again at the pouring rain and thought, Isn't this place up above the clouds? How can there be this much rain? ...Eh, it's probably best not to overthink it.

Oswald walked out to the large dining room where the Soft Couple and their 420 fluffy children were about to sit down to enjoy their breakfast; oatmeal with fresh fruits, along with a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice and a cereal parfait for each of them. A helping was also readily set out for Oswald.

The fact that a room full of 420 kids happily eating breakfast could be as quiet as a church was still a strange feeling for Oswald, but he wouldn't complain.

“Good mornin', Oswald,” Softensia whispered cheerfully. “How'd ya sleep last night?”

“Really nicely, actually,” Oswald replied. “I feel very rested.”

He turned to Softwald. “Thanks again, Softy,” he added with a grateful smile.

“No trouble at all, Os,” he replied.

“Lemme guess,” Softensia giggled silently. “He hypnotized you, right? He's so good at that.”

Oswald chuckled. “Yeah. It was really nice. He really gets into it with the narration.”

Softwald blushed. “I just sort of let myself get into the zone before I start, like I do when I teach meditation. It's almost like being in a trance, I guess.”

Oswald tilted his head in fascination. “Huh...Wow...That actually sounds really pleasant. Wish I could go into a trance sometimes.”

The trio continued in their light conversation over breakfast, after which Oswald assisted his hosts with cleanup.

Softwald then lead Oswald to the room where they'd be practicing, the room where Softensia had performed reiki on Oswald the night before.

“This is what Softensia and I call our 'quiet room,'” Softwald explained. “You already know how Softensia performs reiki in here, but this room's also typically used for yoga and meditation practice.”

Behind the door was a very minimalist, 'zen' themed room. A few various wall scrolls hung upon neutral-colored walls. Along the sides of the room were various items used for yogic practices; things like yoga mats, cushions, singing bowls, and so on. There was a small cupboard-table that had incense and candles stored inside.

Softwald grabbed a single scented candle and placed it in a holder in the center of the room. He set two cushions facing each other on either side of the candle, and then lit the wick. He then got up, plugged in a small zen fountain, and turned off the lights, leaving only the glow of the single candle.

He then sat cross-legged on one of the cushions, with his hands palms-up on top of his knees with the tips of his fingers and thumbs touching, and gestured Oswald to do the same on the other cushion provided for him.

When they were both comfortably seated, Softwald began with his lesson.

“Inside everyone,” he began, staring serenely into the flame of the candle before him, “there's a stillness. A place where you can go when things in life seem uncertain or overwhelming. A place where your mind can calmly figure out whatever it needs to, or where you can just let your mind rest completely. That's where I go when I'm 'in the zone,' so to speak. A place where peace and calm echo and reverberate through me, which puts me in the mindset to share that calmness with others. I call it my 'center,' a place where I feel more connected to my inner self.”

Oswald tilted his head contemplatively at his mentor's lecture, his eyes wide with intrigue.

“Anyone can go to their center,” Softwald continued. “You just need to learn how to get there. Once you do, you can go there any time you feel the need to bring yourself together in a stressful situation. Whenever you're anxious, or in doubt, or even if you just need a break, you can go there and shut everything else off for a while, until you're ready to face the day again.”

Oswald smiled dreamily at the thought of it. “That does sound really nice,” he responded.

“First off,” Softwald instructed, “We'll need to come up with a mantra for you.”

“...A 'mantra?'” Oswald inquired.

“A word or phrase that you'll repeat to yourself during meditation,” Softwald explained. “Something to keep your focus so it becomes easier to enter a deep meditative state. It should be something meaningful; something relating to the goal you're trying to achieve. Which is...”

“...to feel more calm?” Oswald finished.

Softwald smiled and nodded. “Right. So I think maybe 'calm' would be a good mantra, don't you agree?”

“Sounds good,” Oswald replied.

“So, throughout this meditation, you'll be focusing on the word 'calm,'” Softwald continued. “You'll start out repeating it aloud, focusing on the vibration of your voice repeating it, then slowly saying it more quietly as time goes on. Eventually, you'll only repeat this word in your head, until it naturally becomes an echo in your mind. Think of your mantra as a series of signposts guiding you to your center. When it becomes a natural echo, it means you've arrived.”

Softwald closed his eyes in mental preparation. “Are you ready to start?”

“Alright,” Oswald replied. “Fire away.”

“...Close your eyes...” the flow of Softwald's words indicated that he was now 'in the zone.' Oswald closed his eyes as instructed.

“...Calmmmm...” Softwald began chanting, with just a hint of vocalization in his whisper.

Oswald inhaled and began repeating in unison with his mentor.

“Calmmmm...Calmmmm...Calmmmm...” Oswald chanted in a single unbreaking note, feeling the vibrations from his throat spread throughout him. He began to smile a little bit at the pleasant 'tingling' feeling though his body.

“Calmmm....” After a few minutes, his chanting became a soft murmur.

“Calmm...” In a few more minutes, his murmur became a whisper.

“Calm...” He was soon simply mouthing the word.

“...” His lips ceased to move.

His mantra now only existed as a concious repitition in his mind.

Calm...Calm...Calm...

It began as a tangible word in his head. A word he could hear spoken in his own inner voice. A word with a definition. A word that could be spelled and pronounced. Four letters: 'Calm.'

Eventually, it ceased to be a word, and became a feeling. An all-enveloping presensce that wrapped around him like a blanket.

At this point, he was merely floating through nothing. A void. A very faint glow like that of a candlelight.

He felt as if he heard the voice of his mentor asking:

“...How do you feel?”

At this point, Oswald was in a really deep relaxed state. It made it hard for him to move his lips to properly answer.

“Fe...feels...” Oswald mumbled quietly. “...nice...warm...float...ing...very...calm...”

“You've arrived at your center,” Softwald affirmed. “Take some time to get familiar with it...There's no need to think about anything...Just let yourself exist here...This is your own place to just be still...”

Some time passed. Oswald didn't know how long. He didn't care. He was just happily floating in his own mind, and the rest of the world was far away.

Eventually he heard a soft bell-like noise begin to rise from the silence.

“Let's begin...slowly coming back...to regular consciousness...” Softwald's voice echoed softly through.

Oswald focused on the bell-like sound, letting it lead him back into the conscious world.

He eventually opened his eyes to see Softwald gently chiming a singing bowl.

Softwald placed his hands together and smiled. “Namaste.”

Oswald mirrored his mentor's gesture. “Heh...'Namaste,'” he replied casually. “That felt amazing. It was like...like my entire brain was being hugged or something!”

Oswald closed his eyes and remembered the feeling. “I felt like...I was safe...Like everything was just going to be okay, y'know? I just had to...relax.”

Softwald smiled. “I'm glad to hear that,” he whispered. “With regular practice, it'll become even easier and quicker for you access your center. Make sure to try and go there every day when you get a chance.”

Oswald nodded eagerly. “Absolutely!”

“Now,” Softwald began. “Let's take a break for a while, and then we'll move on to today's yoga lesson, okay?”

“Sounds good,” Oswald replied, as the two got up and begain picking up the room.

“Oh, and Softy?” Oswald added. “I know we kind of got off on the wrong foot when I...eheh...fell asleep in your house...and started...freaking out and all that...” He chuckled nervously and scratched his head.

Softwald giggled sliently. “Don't even worry about it. I can understand why it would be kind of an overwhelming situation.”

“Yeah, but,” Oswald continued, “Now that I've been here a few days, I've realized that I'm really glad I got to meet you and your family. You guys have been so nice to me, and you've helped me out a lot. Maybe this weird interdimensional meeting was supposed to happen somehow. I mean, the timing was pretty spot-on, right?”

“Yeah,” Softwald whispered with a nod. “I guess you're right.”

Oswald extended his arms for a hug. “Bring it in, buddy?”

Softwald grinned excitedly and jumped into his friend's arms.

“I hope this doesn't sound weird...” Oswald muttered.

“...but...you are pretty darned cuddly.”