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bluejeanstrash · 1 year ago

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vampires pt. 2 | pt. 1 | pt. 3

tags: 2.7k, vampire! seventeen x human reader, 18+, mdni, dubcon, mind control, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism, threesome (mmf) (mingyu x wonwoo x reader), bdsm, hardcore humiliation and degradation (verbal and physical)

wonwoo hates humans. doesn’t think they’re good for anything other than being warm holes he can cum in. he’s not interested in your muffled pleas for mercy, nor does he care that your throat is obviously closing around him — his cock constricting your airways. it’s not like you can push him back; it’s forbidden to touch him.

‘she might choke’ jeonghan muses, nibbling on one of his sharp nails.

‘you think? i think she can take it’ joshua smiles, remembering the last time he made you take it — he had you begging at his feet to stop.

wonwoo’s got his cock stuffed all the way down your throat — bruising your insides, triggering your gag reflex. he’s been holding your head firm with both hands, satisfied groans spilling out of his mouth. you’re not sure how much longer you can breathe and that’s exactly what he’s after. wonwoo loved pushing humans to the brink, allowing them that desperate dose of life at the last second. that gulp of air was euphoric for his human and for him, orgasmic.

he knows seeing your hands start to tremble with lack of air that it’s time to release you. ‘fuck-k’ he groans, watching you gasp, trying to drink in as much oxygen as possible.

‘open your fucking mouth’ you stick out your tongue obediently, feeling faint. there's a sharp inhale followed by a low exhale as he cums, intentionally missing your mouth to cum on your forehead instead. immediately, the room erupts into laughter watching the liquid drip down your face, painting your black blindfold with streaks of white.

he joins in, pushing your head back with a chuckle ‘stupid human’

you stay there, tongue out, kneeling, feeling it run down your skin, embarrassment seeping in. how stupid you must've looked.

‘hold your hands out’ he orders, pulling you out of your thoughts.

you bring them up, palms facing the sky and with a heavy grunt, he squeezes the last bit of cum onto your hands, the thick liquid coating your fingers.

‘thank you master’ wonwoo smirks, zipping up before grabbing your chain and turning you to the audience. he stands behind you, wrapping the chain around his hand, showing you off like he’s your owner.

‘now we’re going to show them a trick. spread’ you sit on the freezing floor, spreading open.

‘you’re going to play with yourself with my cum. show everyone how you touch yourself’

‘fun!’ jeonghan sits up; he loved when something new was introduced to the show. even through the thick blindfold, you can feel everyone’s eyes on you, your nipples becoming hard at the thought.

'quickly. what are you, teasing us?' wonwoo snaps, jerking at your collar.

you bring your coated fingers to your cunt, slowly mixing his cum in with your own sticky fluids, and suddenly there’s that voice in your head again — the one you’re sure doesn’t belong to you.

‘you’re a pathetic human’ it whispers ‘tell them’

‘i-i’m a pathetic human’ you announce making jeonghan cackle at the unexpectedness. he’s thoroughly amused.

‘just look at what you’ve been reduced to. rubbing yourself with my cum as a room full of people watch’ wonwoo’s demeaning words make your fingers move faster.

'push it inside you' he commands and you take two fingers — wet with his cum and your own juices — and stick them in, depositing his seed inside you for everyone to see.

‘such an obedient whore’ joshua praises, his gaze fixed on your fingers ‘does that feel good?’

you nod, whining. it wasn’t so much the feeling as it was how you were being watched right now, exposing something so private to everyone. you speed up, thinking of all the eyes on you but the more you do, the more you want to cum, and you’re never allowed to without permission.

‘can i please cum master?’ you try.

‘absolutely fucking not’ wonwoo snaps, walking in front and kicking your hand away. how dare you ask him already.

‘oh?’ jeonghan notices your fingers which are now soaked with just your juices and none of wonwoo’s ‘she has no cum left on her fingers’ he pouts, no longer finding this fun.

‘come on’ wonwoo suddenly pulls at your collar, dragging you across the floor as you fumble to get on all-fours.

'take her to the bed' a sweet, melodic voice from the shadows suggests.

the bed as they liked to call it was not an actual bed. no, that would be too nice. it was a wooden bondage table with restraints to hold you in place. you, like others before you, were just a slave, there to put on a show and so the dungeon had everything — toys, tools, and contraptions to make sure the show was worth watching.

wonwoo bends you over the table, the hard wood uncomfortable already, and cuffs you — ankles tied to either foot and wrists bound to opposite corners.

‘wonwoo’ there’s a smile in jeonghan’s voice ‘use that on her. she gets soaked. it feels great to fuck’ you can’t see but you know exactly what he’s referring to. accidentally discovered by joshua when you were first brought here, the bullwhip had become their favourite toy.

new slaves were always initiated with a little lesson — mostly to discipline but mainly for entertainment. much to their surprise you had started to gush uncontrollably, cumming at the slightest touch after. unfortunately, they all had to use you and seungcheol was strictly against visible bruises. so they would only use it when he was away.

‘so you like feeling pain?’ wonwoo picks it off the wall, wrapping the whip around his fingers and pulling to hear the tautness. he lets it loose, the tip dragging across the ground.

you can hear his footsteps circle you as you breathe slow. any moment now.

‘at least you know your place-’ there’s a deafening crack as the leather hits your skin, making you yelp, your body jerking forward on your tip-toes from the shooting pain.

‘-and human slaves should always know their place’ he hits you again as you scream out, feeling the sting in your cunt.

you can tell from the way he cracks the whip that he’s done this a million times before. today his lashes are quick and highly controlled — more pleasurable, less punishing. through the haze of the radiating pain, you hear footsteps — light and silent — ones that belong to him and your cunt aches for what’s coming next.

jeonghan saunters over; his bony fingers on your hair, stroking and petting, while wonwoo grazes the whip over your searing skin. you could cum from this alone. you don’t know what it was but the pain of punishment paired with gentle care made your mind go numb and enter that place — one of quiet submission.

‘hit her again. you can take it, can’t you?’ jeonghan coaxes ‘you can take one more. i know you can’

whip. crack. pain. pleasure.

he strokes your cheek with his thumb as it hits, sliding it down to your quivering lips and pushing past them; and like every other time before this, you start sucking on it ‘give her another one. harder’

wonwoo cracks the whip again as you cry out in pain, immediately sucking on jeonghan’s thumb for comfort. your skin, now red and raised, is another lash away from breaking and jeonghan knows wonwoo won’t be able to control himself if it does.

‘i think she’s ready’

wonwoo walks behind you, grabbing your ass cheeks and spreading them open ‘look at that..’

you’re slick with arousal, your cunt glistening with your sopping wetness. wonwoo licks his lips, thinking about how warm and ready your cunt must feel. he needs his cock inside you, and he’s not the only one in the room that does. there’s another vampire, one in the darkness, tugging on his pants, trying to bury his desire.

wonwoo pulls his cock out, stroking himself erect before slapping his hard dick against your entrance. he slides the tip up and down, taking all your arousal and then pushes in, a low satisfied groan escaping his lips as he feels your warmth envelop him.

his cock is thick and long, and you can feel him so deep inside you. wonwoo’s thrusts are rough, each one sharp and selfish. he fucks you cruelly, using you like your nothing more than a fucktoy. it’s honestly a perfect view for the audience — hands cuffed, blindfolded and your mouth wide open as you moan in both pleasure and pain. the vampire in the darkness tugs at his pants again.

'mingyu' jeonghan sighs, bored by his hesitation 'just fuck her’ poor mingyu. he was always so cautious, unwilling to hurt humans without reassurance from his coven.

‘look, her mouth is empty. go. go feed her’

there’s a hesitant silence after which you hear footsteps — heavy and clumsy — as mingyu approaches.

'is it okay?' mingyu’s words cause an uproar of laughter. he was like that — polite — even before killing his prey, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t.

'he asked you if it’s okay’ joshua repeats.

‘it-it’s okay’

‘okay?’ wonwoo snarls, put off by your answer.

‘tell him it’s a fucking honour’ he grabs you by the hair, pulling on it to angle your face up towards mingyu.

‘beg for it bitch’

'pl-ease’ you stutter, suddenly nervous. wonwoo slides his hands down, wrapping both around your throat and pressing tight so it’s harder for you to speak.

‘beg louder’

‘please stick your cock in my mouth, master. please master, i want to be used by you’ you strain through every word. thankfully mingyu’s not one for teasing. he immediately unzips his pants, pulling out and pressing his cock to your lips as wonwoo lets go.

he rubs his wet tip against your lips, back and forth, before pushing past them. ‘fuc-k’ mingyu whines, gripping the table as he forces his entire length in in one go ‘your mouth is so warm'

and too small to fit him. he’s huge. maybe even the biggest out of all of them and you just can’t do it. your mouth closes around him, teeth grazing his throbbing flesh.

‘oh..s-she can’t take it’

‘she will’ wonwoo leans ahead, hooking two fingers on either side of your mouth to stretch you open. you feel utterly humiliated; imagining just how pathetic you look as mingyu puts his cock back in, letting out a breathy moan of satisfaction.

somewhere in the audience jeonghan smiles, exchanging a look with joshua, knowing they’ll need you in this position for next time.

wonwoo keeps you hooked and starts thrusting, fucking you onto mingyu’s cock. the sensation of two cocks sliding in and out of either end was something you’d started to crave after being used by those two.

mingyu matches his pace to wonwoo’s, both pulling out completely and then filling up your empty holes at once. it’s not just your body that’s stimulated; the way mingyu’s rising whimpers pair with wonwoo’s hard grunts makes your brain buzz.

‘..so good’ you hear mingyu mutter to himself. wonwoo’s thrusts turn harder, his skin slapping against yours, each one making your bruises burn. you moan at the pain, the vibrations of which mingyu feels all over his cock. ‘f-fuck yes’ he whines, getting closer with each moan. you didn’t expect him to be such a sadist, but here he was, pulsing in your mouth.

‘i n-need to cum’ mingyu pants, pulling out and masturbating himself in front of your face ‘i want you to watch me cum on you’ he pulls your blindfold down, feeling his cock twitch as your eyes meet.

‘you’re so pretty’ he whimpers, cupping your face with a hand as continues touching himself with the other. fragile, captive humans were so pretty to mingyu that he could cum just by seeing that helpless look in their eyes.

‘keep looking. right at me. y-yes, just like that’ he moans, his grip tightening around his head. there’s only one thing that could make this moment better — seeing your eyes brimming with tears.

it’s like wonwoo knows and suddenly, so abruptly, there’s a sharp shooting pain as he spanks you, the impact of his palm on your bruises making you wail, your eyes wet with fresh tears. ‘p-perfect’ mingyu moans, pushed over the edge.

‘fuck, i’m going to-’ he cums prematurely, trying to shoot it in your mouth but misses, shooting ropes and ropes of thick white cum all over the place. some of it paints your face, but most spills onto the table, pooling in little pockets. mingyu often came messy like that; especially when he was so eager to.

‘s-sorry’ he apologises — not to you but to the audience for ruining his cumshot.

‘we don’t apologise in front of lowly humans, and look, this will be more fun’ joshua walks over, pulling your blindfold back up before pressing your face flat against the table.

‘now what did we say about manners? you shouldn’t waste your food. lick it clean’ he orders. you hesitate for a second before sticking your tongue out, aimlessly licking the wood beneath you until you taste mingyu’s sour cum.

‘disgusting whore’ it’s nothing short of a compliment for joshua.

watching you slurp mingyu’s cum while your face is covered with more is strangely arousing for wonwoo. he picks up the pace, his aggressive thrusts making your tongue clean the table. ‘dirty whore’ he mutters, angling his hips up and shoving his cock in to reach your most sensitive spot. you squeeze around him so tight, moaning uncontrollably. so he keeps stimulating it, over and over, hungry for more; and a few seconds later you just can’t take it anymore.

‘please master, can i cum?’ desperate words spill out of your mouth without a second thought.

‘huh? you want to cum?’

‘yes, please’ he yanks a fistful of your hair, lifting your head up.

‘ask them’ he points you to the faceless audience ‘ask them for permission’

‘please let me cum, please, please, p-please’

‘what do we think?’ joshua pretends to care but he’s already made up his mind. he has no plans of letting you cum today; he wants your desperation to build so when him and jeonghan are playing with you, it’ll be that much more fun.

‘no, the slave can’t cum today’ jeonghan hums, having the same thought.

wonwoo pushes your face back down ‘see, they don’t think you deserve it. worthless whores like you don’t deserve to feel pleasure, they’re just gaping holes to cum inside’ he grips your waist, pressing you into the table; his thrusts harder, deeper, faster.

‘pleas-e’ you’re desperate.

‘shut up or i’ll rip your fucking throat out’ wonwoo growls, digging his icy fingers into your bruises as you scream, his thrusts now frenzied. the sound of him mercilessly pounding into you fills the room and he lets out a final groan, cumming, a sudden burst of liquid filling you up.

‘fuck’ he groans, pulsing inside you, dumping every last bit of his cum in your hole. he spreads your ass, pulling out as his cum slowly trickles out of you. it’s the perfect cumshot but wonwoo’s distracted by something far more appealing — the red bruises on your ass, so close to bleeding.

he wants you so bad. not yet he tells himself. it would be a shame to not fuck you again.

‘who’s next?’

the rest of the night is a blur. you’re used continuously, cum dripping out of every hole — your mouth, your cunt, your ass — as the show finally comes to an end.

‘you’ve put on such a good show today’ jeonghan praises ‘everyone clap!’

there’s a resounding applause during which wonwoo finally pulls your blindfold off and your eyes dart around the room searching for the one person you haven’t heard a single word from — seungcheol.

‘are you looking for someone?’

you shake your head, quickly dropping your gaze. wonwoo bends, whispering it like he’s letting you in on a secret ‘he left. a long time ago. the moment you pushed my cum into your dirty cunt he couldn’t stand to look at you anymore’ and suddenly you’re wracked with an all-consuming guilt.

he gazes into your guilty eyes, that snarky little smile returning to his lips.

yes, wonwoo hates human but there is one thing he truly loves about them — their useless emotions, and right now he’s elated you’re drowning in yours.

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javierpena-inatacvest · 1 year ago

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Chapter 8: My Favorite Cowboy

Summary: After finding out things aren't going as planned with Javi's project on the ranch, you come over to help. You spend the day meeting Javi's dad, learning about the Peña ranch, and Javi surprising you with a night that you won't ever forget.

Word Count: 12.2K (I'm not sorry about it!!!)

Warnings: SMUT (18+, but it's the most romantic smut I've ever written UGH), unprotected p in v sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, praise, mentions of food/eating, mentions of grief/loss of a parent, Chucho Peña not letting his son have a moment of peace, Javi being a hot handsome cowboy, FLUFF FLUFF SO MUCH FLUFF Javi is a lovesick FOOL for you

A/N: Just when I thought I couldn't cram anymore in to this chapter, here we are. I wasn't planning on it ending the way it did but I literally just couldn't help myself because these two are so obsessed with each other that I'm not even mad about it. That's all I will say!!! As always, thank you so much for everyone who reads/commments/reblogs/is invested in this story, you all mean so much to me and appreciate all your kind words!!

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As you hung up the phone with Javi, the reality of your conversation hit you like a ton of bricks. Not only had you just volunteered yourself to go over to Javi’s ranch for the first time, you had also signed up to meet his dad, bring them food, and help with their project? Today was turning out to be a much bigger day than anticipated. Of course you had wanted to see the Peña ranch and meet Javi’s father. Those were two things you knew were both incredibly important to him. That’s why it made you so nervous. You liked Javi. You more than liked him. You wanted more than anything to make a good impression when you met his family, and now that impression depended on a sandwich and your ability to build a fence.

Thankful you went to the grocery store yesterday, you stared at your fridge before collecting some lunch meat, cheese, and toppings. Unsure of what sandwiches the Peña men would want, you packed a cooler full of 10 different types, each labeled and wrapped in tinfoil, hoping there would be enough variety that they could find at least one they liked. You also threw in the rest of your chocolate chip cookies from last night, along with a bag of potato chips, a few cans of Coke and some bottles of beer. Staring at the cooler, you began to panic, fearing Javi’s dad was going to think you were a crazy person for showing up with so much food, but the thought of him thinking that you didn’t show up with enough was even more terrifying. Realizing that you had spent way longer than expected trying to perfect lunch, you quickly rushed to your room to try and pick out something to wear. Shuffling through your closet, you sighed to yourself, absolutely unsure of what to pick out. What the hell says I’ve missed my hot, sexy boyfriend, I’m excited to meet your dad for the first time, and I’m here to help you build a fence? Nothing. The answer is nothing. Knowing you were tight on time, you just had to go with the first outfit you pulled- denim shorts and a striped short sleeved t-shirt, throwing your hair half up in a clip, hoping to at least look semi-cute before you were a sweaty mess from the hot, Texan heat. Throwing on a little bit of makeup and a healthy dose of deodorant, you grabbed your purse, cooler, and Javi’s directions before heading out the door.

You couldn’t have been more grateful that your AC was deciding to cooperate in your car today, 1- Because your nerves already had you sweating enough, and 2- the fear of losing Javi’s directions out the open window of your car would have sent you over the edge. You drove the first half of your journey in silence, your free leg bouncing rapidly as you triple checked each turn on the directions. You tried to tell yourself there was nothing to worry about. You were a likable person, right? You pleaded with your brain to cut it out with the “what-if” scenarios, but you couldn’t help yourself.

What if his dad is annoyed you’re coming over? What if he’s mad about how much time Javi has been spending with you? What if he thinks that your sandwiches are the worst that he’s ever had in his life? What if he just doesn’t like you? Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.

Your knuckles clenched the steering wheel, as you tried to think of something to snap you out of your stress. Pulling down your overhead visor, you plucked through the CD’s you had stashed up there, grabbing your favorite hype music you and your brothers played before every hockey game. Skipping through the first few tracks, you cranked up the volume as a loud “OI, OI, OI” blasted through the speakers. You weren’t really sure that T.N.T. by AC/DC was an appropriate song to settle your nerves before meeting your boyfriend’s dad for the first time, but by the end of the song, you felt a little more relieved. With only a few more turns left in your trip, you lowered your music and took a few more deep breaths, composing yourself as you found yourself on your last step of directions, making your way down a long, dirt road. Along both sides, the road was lined with bright green fields of farmland, the long grass gently swaying from the breeze. You passed a few ranches spread few and far between each other, turning your head as you drove by to make sure none of them were your destination. As you approached the 5th house on the right, according to Javi’s directions, you breathed a sigh of relief as you turned into the driveway, greeted by a weathered sign reading “Peña Ranch.”

The nervous feeling in your gut began to build again, palms sweaty as you pushed against the steering wheel, parking behind Javi’s truck like he had asked on the phone. As you turned off the ignition, you sat in your car for a few moments, working up your courage before exiting, grabbing your cooler and heading down the remainder of the gravel driveway to the front door. Looking around, you were amazed by the beautiful acres of farmland that surrounded the quaint ranch in front of you. Bushes of beautiful flowers lined the front of the house, colorful roses and hydrangeas creeping just below the big windows glistening in the sunshine. As you stepped on to the porch, you noticed two rocking chairs set side by side, slowly moving back and forth from the wind. You took one last deep breath as your free hand tightened to a fist, getting ready to tap on the front door.

Knock, knock, knock.

Nothing.

Knock, knock, knock. This time a little louder, more force behind your rapping knuckles.

Still silent.

“Hello?” you raised your voice slightly.

No response.

You stood there for a moment, wondering what to do. You weren’t just going to stand there like an idiot until someone came to answer, and you weren’t going to wander the property with a cooler full of sandwiches looking for Javi and his dad. You figured your next best bet was to try the door, hoping that maybe someone was inside and just hadn’t heard you. Hesitantly twisting the doorknob, you quietly let yourself in, gently closing the door behind you.

Peeking through the doorway, you were greeted by the warm interior of the Peña home. The walls were painted in a soft, creamy beige, covered by pictures and portraits of who you assumed to be friends and family. The first picture in the entryway was of a beautiful woman who looked like she was laughing and dancing. She had long, dark curls and a vibrant smile, her laugh lines stretched across her cheeks. It couldn’t have been anyone besides Javi’s mother, their faces were practically identical. As you stepped further into the house through the living room, you found a picture of a baby in nothing but giant cowboy boots, hat, and diaper. You giggled to yourself, knowing that it had to be a little baby Javi, drowning in whoever had put him in full cowboy attire.

“He was a cute baby, wasn’t he?”

The voice behind you had scared you so badly, you practically jumped through the roof.

“Oh, mija, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Chucho chuckled as you caught your breath.

“Mr. Peña, I’m so sorry, I tried to knock and no one answered and I didn’t want to wander around and go anywhere I shouldn’t and I-” You fumbled over your words, flustered and embarrassed that the first time Javi’s dad ever saw you was staring at a picture of your boyfriend in a diaper.

“Mija, sweetheart, please, call me Chucho. Señor Peña es mí papa. (Mr. Peña is my father.). You don’t need to apologize, that’s why the pictures are there, to be enjoyed. That one has always been one of my favorites.” He pointed back to Javi’s baby picture, you both laughing to yourselves.

“He was a very cute baby.” You set down your things, outstretching your hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chucho, I’m-“

Before you could finish, Chucho had already wrapped you in his arms, embracing you in a tight hug. He held you there for a few seconds, smiles both stretching across your faces. “I know who you are, mija. I am so glad to finally meet you. I have heard so much about you.” He leaned back from your hug, still holding the sides of your arms as his eyes glistened. “It has been so long since I have seen my Javier so happy. He absolutely lov-”

“Pops! Give her some space, okay?” Javi’s familiar voice carried down the hallway behind you, cutting off the rest of his father’s sentence you were now very curious to hear the rest of. It didn’t take you long to become distracted by your thought, as Javi’s broad body strolled down the hallway, his gray t-shirt shirt clinging to his biceps, his sweat making his dark curls stick to his forehead. Even when he was a sweaty mess, he still looked delicious.

“Relájate, hijo. Quería saludarme a mí futura nuera.” (Relax son. I just wanted to say hello to my future daughter in law.) Chucho’s smirk couldn’t have been any bigger, and Javi’s cheeks couldn’t have been any redder.

“Pops, please stop.” Javi grumbled, obviously embarrassed.

“What’d you say? Sorry, I’ve been trying to work on my Spanish since moving here.” You tried to politely interject, very curious as to what was making Javi so flustered.

“Nothing, mija. Javier can tell you another time.” Chucho grinned, winking at his son as he rolled his eyes before burying his head in his hand.

“Alright.” You smiled at Javi, his face still flushed. “Well, I have lots of food if you’re hungry! I brought sandwiches, if that’s okay.” You held up your cooler, gesturing to its contents.

“Okay? More than okay, sweetheart. Thank you. I’m sure it is better than any lunch this old man could have thrown together. Javi, grab the cooler and some drinks, let’s head outside.”

“Mr. Peñ-“ You paused, correcting yourself as Chucho grinned at you. “Chucho. Really, I don’t mind carrying it, it’s not that heavy. And there’s some Coke and beer in there already if you want some!”

“Ella trajo cerveza? Ella te quiere mucho, Javier. La amo, tambien.” (And she brought beer? She really does love you, Javier. I love her too.)

“Jesus Christ…” Javi whispered under his breath. “Dad, please.” His voice a mix of firm and desperate.

“Fine, fine.” He replied, swatting his hand at his son. “Gracias, mija. That was very kind of you.”

“Of course.” You smiled as the three of you began walking through the kitchen and out to the back deck where a small picnic table sat in the shade of the overhang of the roof. The view from the back deck was breathtaking- miles of green pasture stretched across land, separated by a few lines of fencing housing sheep and cows to the right, and some horses to the left. “It’s absolutely beautiful here. Javi never told me how amazing it is.” You gave him a playful nudge as you sat down next to him, putting the cooler on the table and staring out in front of you.

“Yeah, I don’t know, different when you see it every day, I guess.” Javi shrugged nonchalantly.

“Are you kidding? After living in a city for so long, I don’t think I’d ever get over waking up to this every morning. Beats ugly gray buildings and taxis any day of the week.” You turned around to see Javi quickly dart his eyes away, trying to play off the fact he hadn’t just been gawking at you for the past few seconds.

“Thank you. I do love it here. Javier tells me you're from Chicago. Laredo must have been a big change for you, mija.”

“I guess. I lived in the suburbs growing up so I wasn’t in the city my whole life. I actually had been to Laredo before I moved here, which is part of the reason why I picked it. My best friend came here in high school for her dad’s job and I would visit every summer. I always loved how peaceful it was. Don’t get me wrong, I love Chicago, but I absolutely love it here too.” You softly smirked at Javi, as his hand reached down to grasp your leg, rubbing his thumb along your knee under the table. “Please, have something to eat! I made a lot because I didn’t know what sandwiches you like, so hopefully there’s something in there you want.”

Javi stood up to open the cooler and take out its contents, laughing and shaking his head as he saw what was inside. “Jesus Hermosa, were you planning on feeding an army today?” He started removing sandwich after sandwich, along with the rest of the cookies and chips.

“Sorry, I just didn’t know what people liked and-” You muttered, embarrassed by your excessive overpacking.

“She is just like your mamá, Javier. Nunca puede tener demasiada comida. You can never have too much food, she would always say. Thank you, mija. It all looks wonderful.”

You let out a small smile, relieved by his comment. “It’s the least I can do. I heard your project isn’t exactly going as planned so I wanted to do something small to help out.”

“It’s been a shit show. Better now that you’re here.” Javi smirked. “Can you pass me the turkey sandwich? And a cookie? Wait, did you make these?” Pointing over to the ziploc bag the cookies were stored in.

“Yeah, I made them yesterday. Had a feeling they were better here than sitting uneaten at my apartment.” You passed both items of food off to him.

No surprise to you, Javi went straight for the cookie, taking a giant bite, not bothering to finish chewing before he spoke. “These are so fucking good.”

“Javier, language! And chew with your mouth closed. You may have been raised on a ranch, but you weren’t born in a barn.” Chuchco scolded as you giggled.

“Sorry.” He grumbled sheepishly. “They’re delicious, Osita. So is the sandwich.” he spoke before taking another mouthful.

“Thanks, I had a feeling you’d like ‘em. So what can I help with after lunch is done?

“Osita, I already told you, you don’t need to help with anything.”

You crossed your arms, giving him a stern look. “You’re trying to tell me there’s not a single thing that I can help with? Nothing? Nothing at all?”

“Well, I mean…” Chucho perked up, mid-bite on a handful of chips.

“Dad. Seriously?”

“What? She’s offering!”

“I am, thank you, Chucho. See, listen to your dad, Javi.” You shrugged and raised an eyebrow at him defiantly.

“Yes, Javier, listen to your father.” Chucho joined you in crossing his arms at his son, you and Chucho both laughing as Javi sighed. “Although I will agree with Javier on this one, mija. I have no doubt you are strong and willing to help, but I can’t ask you to help build this fence. Even with 6 grown men, this fence would have been hard to build. Although…”

“Pops, c’mon.”

“I wasn’t going to ask her to help with the fence, Javier.” He swatted his hand at his son in annoyance. Chucho turned back to look at you. “Mija, have you gardened before?” This got Javi’s attention. He sat up a little straighter and leaned in to what his dad had to say.

“Yes, actually! My mom had a garden of all kinds of things at our house when I was a kid. My brothers never wanted to take care of it because it was too girly, but I loved it.”

Chucho let a soft smile creep across his face. “Perfect. Mija, the flowers around the house could use a little love. Watering, weeding, trimming down. I know it does not seem like a big job but it has been on my to-do list and I just haven’t gotten to it yet. Too much longer and it will be a jungle and too much for my old knees to handle on my own. Would you mind helping with that?”

“Of course, I would love to!” You grinned, semi-relieved you weren’t going to have to embarrass yourself in front of Javi trying to pick up a post just to prove a point.

“Bueno! These sandwiches were delicious, mija. Thank you, again. Let me show you where the tools are and then we will all be back to work.”

You and Javi followed Chucho hand in hand to the small tool shed on the outside of the barn. He grabbed a bucket, placing a few items inside before handing it off to Javi, even though you insisted you could carry it. Chucho showed you his preferred method of clipping and trimming around the flowers, along with his favorite weeding shovel and where the hose was to water when you were done. The whole time you and Chucho were talking, Javi watched in silence, his heart bursting at the sight of you two milling around the garden. As Chucho finished with his directions, you turned back around to see Javi, wiping away what you assumed was just sweat from under his eyes.

“I think I got it all! Thanks, Chucho!”

“Of course, honey. We are out in the far left pasture, so if you need anything, you can call Javi’s phone from the future on our perfectly good phone in the house.”

“You have it out for cell phones, too? Must be a dad thing, mine is the same way. I’ll call if I need anything.” Chucho nodded as he began making his way back to the pasture, Javi lingering behind for a few more moments. “I never did get to properly say hello to you.” You smirked, pulling your fingers beneath the belt loops on Javi’s jeans, bringing him closer to you as you both leaned in for a long, sweet kiss.

“I think this hello works just fine.” Javi chuckled, his large hand cupping your face, calloused thumb rubbing back and forth against your cheek. “Thank you, Osita. This means so much to me. Meeting my dad, bringing food, offering to help. I just- Thank you.”

“Of course. I’m so glad I got to finally meet your dad. He’s hilarious. I think he was just worried that I was gonna be too strong helping with the fence and he didn’t want to embarrass you like that.”

“Pendejo.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”

I do. It was soft and tender and sweet and somehow screamed in your ear at the same time. It made your heart race and your cheeks flushed as he pulled the hand already resting on your jaw closer to his, the kiss between you so gentle, yet powerful all at once. It felt like your lips were barely touching, yet somehow it still felt like they were crashing together, like a wave on the beach in a stormy sea. You pulled away from each other, slow and breathless, eyes locking and mouths still hanging half open. A kiss that left you both dumbfounded and speechless.

“I uh, I should um, probably go help my dad.”

“Yeah, I um, yeah, I should probably get to work on these flowers.”

Both of your voices barely carried above a whisper. You slowly backed away from each other, stupid smiles spread across your cheeks as you bit down on your bottom lip to try and keep your grin from growing any wider.

“If you need anything just-“ He gestured down to his pocket where was carrying his phone.

“Just call your cell phone, I know.”

As Javi’s body turned to walk towards his dad, his eyes stayed glued on you. So much so, that neither of you noticed the garden bucket he was about to trip over before it was too late. With one wrong step, Javi lost his footing and took several tumbling steps before planting his hands on the ground and pushing himself back up to stand. You were trying your hardest not to burst out into laughter, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Stupid fucking bucket…” Javi mumbled to himself.

“Watch out for those buckets, they’ll getcha.” You yelled mockingly between your hysterical laughter.

“I didn’t see it.”

“Then watch where you’re going next time!”

“It isn’t that funny.”

“It is a little funny.” You still chuckled to yourself.

Out of witty responses, Javi only shook his head at you before disappearing behind the house. Around the corner, he found his father, also laughing in hysterics, barely getting his words out over his snorts.

“Got distracted by something while you were walking?”

“Fuck. Did you see that too?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, hijo.”

“Goddamnit.” Javi put one hand on his hip and the other palming his face.

“Ah, to be young and blinded by love again.” Chucho shook his head as he began walking out towards the field.

“Dad, please, for the love of-“ Javi pinched his fingers against the bridge of his nose as Chucho cut off the rest of his sentence.

“I know, I know, I will leave it alone… for now.” He winked at Javi as the two men made their way back out into the field, Javi peeking around the house to take one last look at you before he left.

If there was one thing that you had learned since moving to Texas, it was that it got hot. Fast. You truly didn’t mind the heat- it beat the terrible midwest winters you had dealt with every year since childhood. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel like you slowly melting away only after a few hours out in the blazing sun. Beads of sweat pooled on your forehead as you clipped all of your hair up and out of your face, hating the feeling of it wet and sticky against your neck. Your shirt was practically drenched from the sun hitting your back for so long. You were thankful that you were getting closer to being finished, only leaving watering the flowers as your last step. If this was your own garden, you would have been weeding and trimming at a lightning fast pace, but something about the way Chucho had so tenderly clipped each branch and gently tugged each weed made you slow down and take your time with every step. Given the way you had watched Javi curiously perk up as his dad had offered you the task made you feel like this wasn’t a job that he would have offered to just anyone. The last thing you wanted to do was mess it up. As you made your way around the edge of the house, leaving only the last few bushes, you noticed a large, flat stone at the base of one of the hydrangea plants. You squatted down next to it, using your hand to dust off the dirt covering the top, plucking some weeds growing around the edges. Under the dirt, your fingers began to trace over indents in the rock that felt like letters. With a few more swipes of your hand, you were able to make out the words under the soil.

Lucia’s Garden

You sat there for a few moments, rubbing your fingers gently over the indents in the stone, lost in thought as you imagined the vibrant image of Javi’s mother amongst the equally bright and beautiful flower garden.

“Hey, Osita.” Even though the voice was soft and familiar, you had definitely not heard Javi creep up behind you, and when his strong and calloused hands rested on top of your shoulders, you just about jumped out of your skin.

“Ah! Jesus, what is it with the Peña men and absolutely scaring the shit out of me today?” You jumped up, catching your breath as Javi rested his hands on the outside of your arms as you turned towards him. He laughed softly to himself as you regained your composure. “I wasn’t expecting to see you for a while. Not that I’m mad about it, but I find it very unlikely you and your dad are already done with the fence. Unless you both have some crazy superpowers, besides sneaking up on people, that I don’t know about.”

He chuckled, as he placed his hand under your chin, tilting it up towards him as he gently wiped a smudge of dirt off of your cheek. “No, not done yet. But, I did just get a call that the guys who were supposed to come help. They’re back on the road and should be here soon, and they were able to bring a few extra people with them with building. So, I was able to convince Pops that they had enough help with the fence, that you could come help me do the rest of the chores around the ranch for the night, if you want.”

“I thought you said you weren’t gonna let me help with anything.” You crossed your arms and smirked at him, raising an eyebrow.

“I mean if you don’t wanna see the animals,” he said, putting a knowing emphasis on the word, “then that’s fine I guess-”

“Wait. That’s what this is?! We get to go see the animals?! Why didn’t you say that first, dummy, let’s go!” You shrieked, practically dragging Javi away.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so excited to feed cows.”

“AND we get to feed them?! This is really turning out to be way better than anything I had planned.”

“You’re ridiculous, Osita.” He laughed as he smiled at you, finding it both hilarious and absolutely adorable at how excited you were. Here you were, covered in dirt and sweat, practically begging him to walk through a smelly barn to feed even smellier animals, all because it meant you got to be with him. Him. He truly needed someone to pinch him, because he was convinced he had to be dreaming. Well, if he was, he guessed he could let that dream keep going just a little longer.

“I don’t understand how you don’t think this is the coolest thing. What do we have to do first?” You looked up at him, eyes glistening with excitement.

“We'll stop at the barn and get some hay and feed, then take the truck out to them.”

“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go!”

You both hopped into Javi’s truck and headed towards the barn. While it was only less than a minute away, Javi wasted no time gripping his hand over your bare thigh, stroking his thumb back and forth over your skin as he drove.

“Do you wanna wait in here while I get stuff?” He asked gently as he put the truck in park pulling up to the barn, still rubbing his hand against your knee.

“That is the stupidest question you have asked me all day. If I’m here to help, I want the full Peña Ranch experience.” You quickly unbuckled yourself as you opened the passenger door, sliding out. Javi shook his head and laughed to himself as he followed behind you.

“You really want the full experience?” He stood facing you, arms crossed over his chest with a smug look on his face.

“Yes! I told you, I’m here to help. Don’t take it easy on me, Peña.” You mirrored his stance, leaning into your hip and shrugging your shoulders.

“Okay.” He chuckled as he opened the barn door and then stood back to lean against the back of the truck. “We need four bales of hay and 2 buckets of feed. All you, Osita.” He motioned to the barn wall, stacked high with bales of hay from end to end.

“Easy.” You reached your hands above your head to stretch before you walked over to the hay, Javi standing and watching. “How heavy can they be? It’s just hay!” You leaned over the closest bale, reaching down to the two strings binding it together to pick it up. Oh shit. This was WAY heavier than you thought, but there was no turning back now. Taking a deep breath, you grimaced your face as you tried to lift the bale as high off the ground as you could, shuffling awkwardly towards the truck. You let out a much louder than intended grunt as you heaved the bale of hay up into the truck bed, letting out a few deep breaths and putting your hands on your hips after you finished, trying as hard as you could to play off the fact that the task was much more difficult than expected. “See?” Your words heavy between each pant. “Easy.’

“Do you want to go get the buckets of feed while I finish the hay? Or was it so easy that you wanna do the rest of them?” Javi smirked.

“I mean, I guess if I’m getting the full experience, I should probably learn how to get the feed too. ” You replied, trying to hide the fact you were still trying to catch your breath.

“Okay, Osita, whatever you say.” He winked, smirk still spread across his face. “There’s some barrels back there labeled with feed. You can put 3 scoops in the red bucket and 3 in the blue. Should be easy.” He leaned down to give you a quick kiss before making his way over to the hay bales.

“Pendejo…” You muttered to yourself.

“You love it.” He teased, easily lifting a bale and tossing it into the truck.

Thankfully, the feed was nowhere near as heavy as the hay, and you were able to carry both buckets over to the truck where Javi was waiting for you. “You want me to put those in the truck for you, or are they easy too?” Javi mocked, clearly getting enjoyment out of your stubbornness.

“Oh shut up, I just wasn’t expecting the hay to be that heavy.” Your grumbles and defeat quickly turning into giggles and smiles as Javi lifted you up and sat you on the edge of the truck bed, his arms placed outside your hips as he leaned in to pepper you with ticklish kisses across your neck and face. “It would be so much harder to be mad at you if you weren’t the hottest cowboy I’ve ever seen. Didn’t know I had a thing for them until you showed up all hot and sweaty and handsome and I’ve been trying so hard to not get distracted, especially considering we’re hanging out with your dad, but you’re making it very difficult for me.”

“You don’t think it’s been any easier for me watching you just walk around in those jean shorts all day? Jesus, Osita, you’re fucking killing me.” He planted another hot, wet kiss on your neck as his hands shifted, running up and down your thighs. You could feel heat flushing over your cheeks as you felt arousal build in your belly.

“Javi, we cannot do this here, we’re at your dad’s house. I want him to like me, I don’t need him to catch us screwing around here.” Your breaths slowly turned into moans, making your argument less and less convincing to Javi as he had his fingertips gripping into your hips, pulling you close to him as his kisses crept up your neck and along your jaw.

“He already loves you, hermosa. Don’t worry, I have it figured out. You’ll see.” He pulled his lips off you, suddenly, winking before walking away towards the driver’s side door, leaving you sitting on the truck bed, worked up and desperate.

“Wait, woah, what? What do you mean you have it figured out? You can’t just do that and walk away!” You scrambled off the truck bed, hopping into the truck with him.

“C’mon, Osita. We have cows to feed, remember?” With the way this man kissed you, you were lucky if you could remember your name after he was done.

Feeding cows and sexual tension were two things that you would have never thought would have gone hand in hand, but here you were, barely holding it together as you looked over at Javi. His aviators perched on his strong nose, gray shirt stretching across his broad shoulders, the width of his hands around your leg? You sure hope whatever mystery he had planned was coming soon because your self restraint was starting to run thin. That was, until you looked out the truck.

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THERE WERE BABY COWS?” You practically jumped out of the passenger door as the truck pulled to a stop, speeding up to the fence where four calves were waiting for you. “Can I pet them? They’re so cute!” You hadn’t even bothered to help Javi haul the food out of the truck bed as you reached out to scratch the bridges of each little cow’s nose.

“I figured you’d like these guys. Hola, chiquitos. Tienes hambre? (Hi, little ones. Are you hungry?). He cooed in a sweet, soft voice that made your heart melt. “Do you wanna feed them while I take care of the others?”

“Is this gonna be another hay bale situation?” You joked sarcastically, scratching under one of the cow’s chins.

“No, this one is actually fun. Hold on.” He went back over to the truck, pulling out 4 large bottles that he must have grabbed while you were getting the rest of the feed. “They’re not old enough for grain feed yet, so they’re still bottle fed.” He passed one of the containers off to you, before grabbing his own to demonstrate. “All you have to do is hold it with both hands and let them drink out of it until it’s empty. Each calf gets one. They’re cute, but don’t let ‘em fool you, they’re still strong, and very hungry.”

“Got it.” You replied, taking the bottle in both hands, the calves beginning to moo as they caught a glimpse of their food. You held it up as the cow’s tongues shot out of their mouths before one of them latched on to the bottle. You giggled as the calf sucked out of the container, Javi smiling at your enjoyment as he grabbed a bale and made his way further down the fence to feed the rest of the herd.

“Ringo is very strong.” You grunted, gripping on to your final bottle as Javi approached you again, finished with his feeding duties. “At least he’s nicer than George, he tried to bite John and Paul when it was their turn to eat!”

“Hermosa, who are you talking about?” Javi laughed, amused at the sight of you trying to keep the calf from ripping the bottle out of your hands.

“The cows! They needed better names than 6, 14, 27 and 31, which was all their tags said. And there’s four of them, so I figured they could be the Beatles! John, Paul, Ringo and George!”

“Normally, we don’t name them, it’s too hard to keep track of, that’s why they have numbers. Also, all these calves are girls.” He still laughed to himself as he leaned down to pick up the empty bottles and put them back in the truck.

“Oh… Well, it doesn’t matter, I think their names are still cute, who cares. More fun than the numbers.” You nudged Javi playfully as you pulled the empty bottle away before throwing in the truck bed with the others. “Bye, Beatles!” You waved at the cows before hopping back into the truck.

“You’re such a dork.”

“Well at least I’m your dork.”

“Yeah, I’m glad you are. You ready to head back?”

“Let’s go cowboy.”

As you headed down the dirt path, you could see the sun slowly starting to dip beneath the clouds, painting the sky to a beautiful orange and pink. You leaned over the center console, resting your head on Javi’s shoulder, as you snaked your arm under his, gently squeezing his hand as your fingers interlocked. There was something so peaceful and perfect about the moment, how you could almost feel the threads of each of your lives slowly becoming more intertwined with each moment you spent together. You could spend a million more nights just like these just sitting by his side, driving anywhere to do anything. It didn’t matter, as long as you were with him. You were so caught up in the beautiful fantasy of the moment, that you hadn’t even heard him over your daydreaming.

“Hermosa?”

“Sorry, what did you say?” You shook your head, coming to.

“I uh, I know you’ve already spent a lot of time here today with me and my dad, so you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I was um, wondering if you wanted to stay for dinner? Maybe spend the night here?” He shifted slightly in his seat, his fingers tapping anxiously on the steering wheel as he looked at you with his sweet, puppy dog eyes.

“Really?” Your face lit up instantly, thrilled by the fact Javi wanted to spend more time with him and his dad.

“Yeah, like I said, um, don’t feel like you have to, but-”

“Javi.” You paused, gazing back at him. “I would love to.” You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze as you leaned back over to rest your head against him again as you pulled back up to the house. As Javi put the truck in park and you pushed on the handle to open the door to hop out, you felt a tug against your wrist, drawing you back in. You turned back, Javi’s eyes looking you up and down, his tongue darting out between his lips before clenching his jaw. Without saying a word, you shifted back in your seat, Javi’s hands engulfing your face, as he pulled you in, meeting his lips with yours. As your mouths crashed into each other, you could feel your heart race, electricity flowing through your veins, feeling Javi pull you closer to him. There was something so desperate about it, like he was holding in something he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs that he just couldn’t say.

I want you. I need you. I love you.

You hoped those were the words sealed between his kisses. You hoped he felt the plea of your kiss, too.

I want you, too. I need you, too. I love you, too.

As you both slowly pulled away, your heavy breaths mingled in the few inches left between your parted lips, Javi’s traced soft and tender circles around the line of your jaw.

“I really like you, Osita.”

“I really like you too, Javi.”

Those were the best words you could muster from the silent screams of your kiss. Those words would have to do, for now.

“Do you wanna head inside? I’m sure your dad’s probably waiting for us.” You asked, regrettably.

“I really don’t want to, but we probably should.” He huffed as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, giving you one last kiss on the head before you made your way in the house.

As you entered through the front door, you could already hear Chucho in the kitchen tinkering with pots and pans and singing along to the Spanish radio station in the background. “So, do we have a guest for dinner?” Chucho spoke in between lines of the song, hearing that you and Javi had come through the front door.

“If that’s okay?” You replied, now making your way into the kitchen to see the array of food that Chucho had spread across the countertops.

“More than okay, mija. I’d hope you’d stay.” He said with a soft smile as he wiped his hands the apron he was wearing, worn and faded letters across the front reading “Besar a Cocinero” (kiss the cook).

Rubbing his hand against the small of your back (grazing dangerously close over ass) as he stood behind you, Javi looked down and smiled. “Osita, do you wanna take a shower before dinner? I can throw all your clothes in the wash too if you want?”

“What? Are you saying I smell bad?” You took a step back, crossing your arms against your chest.

“Well, no, I mean, uh-” Javi tripped over his words.

“Javi, oh my gosh, I’m just kidding.” You said, playfully swatting at him. “I know I probably smell like a troll, so a shower would be great. I didn’t bring any extra clothes, though.”

“A cute troll, at least.” Javi laughed, having to remind himself that the majority of the things that came out of your mouth were completely unserious. “You can borrow some of mine until yours are clean. Here, I’ll show you where the shower is.” He took you by the hand as he led you down the hallway, stopping at the first door on the right, leading into Javi’s bedroom. His room was neat and minimal, not much in it besides his bed, dresser, desk and a bookshelf with some scattered picture frames and a few unpacked boxes in one of the corners. You stood there for a moment, looking around at the space as Javi walked across the room to open the door where his bathroom was. “Shower’s in there, towel’s hanging up on the door, and I’ll set some clothes out for you on the bed when you’re done.”

“Thanks.” You smiled as you bit down on your lip, taking a slight step towards him. “You um, probably want my clothes I’m wearing right now for the laundry, right?”

You had been trying so hard to not completely fall apart at the sight of Javi all day. Especially with wanting to make a good impression on his dad, it took everything in you to keep yourself from crawling all over him from the minute you walked through the door. You knew there was nothing you could really do about it right now, but Javi’s not so subtle point to close and lock his bedroom door also hadn’t gone unnoticed. Slowly, you stretched your arms over your head to strip your T-shirt, dropping it on the floor as Javi’s jaw went slack, his eyes undressing you faster than you could undress yourself. You undid the button and zipper to your shorts, pushing them down your hips as they dropped around your ankles, leaving you in just your bra and underwear, and Javi just about speechless.

“Fuck me.” He whispered to himself as he stepped into you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his big hands sliding up your back as he unclipped your bra, helping it slide off your shoulders before tossing it into the pile of the rest of your clothes. You let out a silent moan as he kissed down your chest, his tongue flicking against each of your pebbled nipples as his hands worked down your hips, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs before they fell to the floor. You could feel his bulge straining against the denim of his jeans pressed against your leg as he ran his hands up and down your curves, planting hot and heavy kisses across your body. You wished so badly that he could toss you on his bed and fuck you right then and there, but you had to keep reminding yourself that his dad was only a few feet from Javi’s room before you got too carried away, a fact that Javi seemed to have forgotten given the way he was all over you.

You outstretched your neck to nip at his ear letting out a long and shaky breath before you whispered. “I think you got all the clothes you need, I’m gonna get in the shower now.” You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek as you pulled away from his grasp, shooting him a quick wink as you giggled, closing the door to the bathroom. You left Javi standing in the middle of his room, breathless and riled up as he stood next to the pile of your clothes on the floor. He placed one hand on his hip, the other running through the dark locks of his hair before reaching down to grab your clothes as he mumbled to himself.

“God, I’m so fucked.”

You felt like a new person stepping out of the shower now that you had scrubbed yourself clean of the dirt, sweat and grime from the day. You wrapped yourself up in the fluffy navy blue towel that Javi had left for you, drying the damp ends of your hair before opening the door to step back into Javi’s bedroom. Sitting on top of the plaid comforter that covered his bed, you noticed a pile of clothes Javi had left for you with a post it note placed on top. You picked it up, laughing to yourself as you read it.

Hope these clothes are okay. Sweatshirt and sweatpants are for later, gets cold outside at night. FYI, payback’s a bitch.

See you soon, beautiful,

-J

Wondering what Javi had planned for outside, you set the gray sweatpants and maroon crewneck aside, picking up the white t-shirt with “Texas A&M Swimming” written across the front. You slipped it on over your head before shuffling on the black pair of cotton sleep shorts Javi had left for you, rolling them up a few times so they didn’t slide down your waist. You reached for the doorknob of the bedroom, opening it slightly as you heard Javi and his dad’s voices from the kitchen, listening in on their conversation.

“I know Dad, believe me. I’ll tell her, just… I can’t yet. I don’t wanna fuck this up.”

“Well don’t take too long. She is a special girl, Javier. You and I both know it. Don’t you think there was a reason I let her tend to your mamá’s garden? You know very well I don’t trust just anyone with Lucia’s flowers. I barely trust you. She would always tell me how much she couldn’t wait for you to bring home a woman you loved, a daughter to have to spend time with there. Dios la bendiga (God bless her), I wish she could have met her. Your mother would have loved her. You two are perfect for each other. Ella es tú media naranja. (She is your better half, your soulmate). I know you love her, Javier. I find it very hard to believe that she doesn’t love you too.”

I want to tell her. I know you love her. She loves you too.

The words rung in your ears as your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest. Your mouth hung open as heat crept up your cheeks, your mouth stretching with the widest, stupidest grin. Holy shit. Part of you wished you hadn’t heard it, only because now it was taking every ounce of you to not bust through the door, kiss his sweet face and tell him how much you loved him too. Thank God there was a part of your lovestruck brain that still had some sense of awareness left to it, as you heard the thumps of Javi’s footsteps towards the door, followed by a “I’m just gonna see if she needs anything before I get in the shower.” You scrambled back from the door, trying to do anything you could to make it look like you hadn’t just overheard the conversation in the kitchen. You pretended to fold your damp towel as Javi opened the door, leaning against the frame.

“Hey, you’re done! Shower okay? Tried to find whatever I could I thought would fit you best.”

“Yeah, great! Shower was great, clothes fit great, everything is great. Perfect.” The words spilled out of your mouth in the least casual way possible, sounding frantic and panicked as they fell from your lips.

“Osita, you okay? Are the clothes not comfortable? I can get you different ones? Or if you’re worried about spending time with just you and my dad while I’m in the shower, I-”

You cut him off, standing up on your tiptoes and balling up the shirt covering his chest in your fists as you reached up to press your lips into his, lingering for as long as you could before breaking away. “I’m sorry, everything is perfect. Seriously. You just surprised me when you came in. I’m excited to spend time with your dad and the clothes are just fine. Not sure what I’m gonna need these sweatpants and sweatshirt for but I’m excited to find out.”

He let out a small huff of relief as he ran his fingers through the wet ends of your hair before kissing the top of your head. “Like I said, I’ve got it all taken care of, you’ll see. I just have to shower real quick, and Pops said food should be done real soon. Does that work?”

“Absolutely. Have a good shower, ya stinky cowboy.” You winked as you gave his butt a quick squeeze before heading out into the kitchen.

“Ah, Mija!” Chucho’s cheerful greeting making you smile as he milled around the kitchen, whistling along to the upbeat song on the radio. “I hope you’re hungry! It seems like I am getting in the habit of making way too much food. I am glad we have an extra mouth with us tonight to help us.”

“I’m glad to be here! I’m starving. Is there anything else you need help with?” You asked, looking around at even more photos that hung in the kitchen, quickly realizing how fond Chucho was of displaying his loved ones in every inch of the house. You caught a glimpse of another photo of Javi hanging above the dining room table, this one of him in a cap and gown, holding his diploma as he stood next to his mother and father, proud looks beaming across their faces. Chucho noticed you staring, his heart warmed by the genuine interest you seemed to have of his life in photos spread across his home.

“No, honey. Already finished, just cleaning up a few things, but that can wait for later. That’s when Javier graduated from college. We were so proud of him.” He gestured, pointing over to the picture you were staring at.

“Yeah, I bet. You can tell from the picture how happy you are for him. It’s very sweet.” You smiled, seeing how much both of his parents loved and cared for Javi.

“Do you want to see more?” You turned around to face Chucho, almost giddy with excitement.

“More what? More pictures? Yes please!” You grinned.

“Perfecto. Take a seat, Mija, I’ll be right back.” He pointed over to the kitchen chair as he made his way over to the living room, rustling around and returning with 4 large stacks of photo albums. “I’m glad you asked about these now, Javier would kill me if he saw me getting all of these out for you, but they are too good not to share. Here, start with this one.” He opened up the first book with a worn, brown leather cover, flipping to the first page. It was filled with pictures of Javi’s mom, still pregnant and setting up the nursery, followed by newborn Javi, face scrunched and covered in a dark brown head of hair. “Lucia was so excited when she found out she was pregnant. We had tried for so long, and by some miracle, along came sweet Javier. Oh, did she love him.” He spoke as you continued flipping through the pages, smiling with each turn, honored to hear about Javi’s life, long before your paths crossed. “Oh, this is a good one!” He stopped you, pointing to a photo of Javi, who couldn’t have been older than 3 or 4, sitting on top of a cow with a sweet, toothy grin. “He’s always loved animals. He would cry every night, mamácita, papácita, mas vacas, por favor! (Mommy, Daddy, more cows, please!) because he loved listening to those cows moo so much.”

“That’s so adorable. It’s so nice that you have so many photos of him.” You smiled, opening up the next book on the table.

“Good to have memories of all of the moments that live in your heart.” Chucho sighed as you flipped to a photo of Javi blowing out candles on a birthday cake, sitting on his mother’s lap, as she cheered for her son.

“Jesus, Pops, are you serious?” Javi rolled his eyes as he strolled into the kitchen, setting down your extra sweatpants and shirt on the counter before running his towel through his damp curls, knowing exactly what his dad was up to.

“Javi, you were such a cute kid! What happened?” You and Chucho snickered to yourself as Javi put a hand on his hip, running his tongue across his teeth, trying his best to not give away the fact he couldn’t have been happier to see how well the two of you were getting along.

“Fine, fine. Looks like we’ve been busted, Mija. We’ll save the rest of these for another time.” He chuckled as he scooped up the photo books, bringing them back to the living room.

“You’re no fun.” You nudged Javi, as he stood next to you, now freshly showered and wearing a dark blue shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants that were about to make you fall out of your chair.

“You should be thanking me. I’m saving you from all the awful, awkward photos of me from after I was a cute kid.”

“But those are the best ones! Besides, with how handsome you are, I have a very hard time believing you ever went through an awkward stage.”

“And that’s why the rest of the photo books are getting put away.” He laughed as rested his hands on your shoulders as he stood behind your chair. “Dinner ready, Pops?”

“Sí, on the counter, in the bag ready to go.” He pointed to the counter where a large brown paper sat.

“Wait,” You paused, confused by the exchange. “Why is it in a bag? I thought we were eating dinner together here?” Your brows scrunched in surprise as you looked back and forth between Javi and his dad.

“Don’t worry about me, mija. I’ve already taken up too much of your time. Besides, señor romance tiene otros planes.” (Mr. Romance has other plans).

“Oh, so what are these plans, Mr. Romance?” You giggled, you and Chucho equally enjoying the embarrassing Hell you had both put him through today.

“Jesus Christ. Alright, we’re going now, bye Pops.” He mumbled as he grabbed the extra clothes and food from the counter, you following close behind him as you made your way to the front door.

“Alright, so where are we off too, Mr. Romance?” You giggled as Javi started up the truck after throwing the food and clothes in the backseat. “I hope whatever you’re doing is because you think I don’t want to spend time with your dad.”

“Osita, that is the least of my worries. You two together are turning out to be a much bigger pain in my ass than I ever expected.” He joked as the two of you laughed, both relieved by how well you had been getting along with his dad. “No I just, I know I said it before, but I’m so glad you came today. You didn’t have to do any of this, no one… no one’s ever done anything like this for me before. Just, I don’t, I, um-”

You slipped your fingers between his free hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Of course, Javi.” Had no one ever really done something this nice for him? In your mind, today couldn’t have been an easier decision. You were so glad that he was letting you into his life- to meet his dad, to see where he grew up, to learn more about his past and what shaped him into the man that had your heart. It killed you to think that something like this was something he’d never had. “So, is this what you kept telling me you had planned today? Where are we going? Are we eating there? Is it outside?”

“Jesus, you really do hate surprises, don’t you? Remind me to never throw you a surprise birthday party. Don’t worry, you’ll see. You trust me?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good. Close your eyes.”

“Close my eyes, what are you-”

“Osita, please.”

“Fine, fine.”

You leaned your head back over onto his shoulder, closing your eyes as you drove in a comfortable silence, bright golden sunset spilling into the windows of the truck as traveled along the worn dirt path. Between a gap in the fencing along the side of the gravel road, Javi turned, driving the truck through part of the open field before swinging it around, turning the front of the car facing the direction you came.

“Can I open my eyes yet?”

“What happened to you being so patient? Keep them closed, give me one minute.”

“Not even a little peek?”

“Osita…”

“Okay, okay, no peeking, I swear!” You kept your eyes shut as you heard the door close on Javi’s side of the truck, the backdoor also opening and closing after he shuffled around, grabbing what you assumed were the things from the backseat. You heard the bed of the truck slam down before Javi was back rustling around in the front of the truck, reaching over your lap into the CD’s. You could hear him quickly pick one out before sliding it into the CD player, the “Rumors” album by Fleetwood Mac now playing over the speakers.

“Good pick.” You smiled, eyes still shut tight. “You almost done yet, Mr. Romance? Or is this how I finally go? You’ve hid the axe murderer act long enough and now you’re gonna bury me out in the field, never to be seen again? I guess it is clever on your part.” You laughed to yourself, knowing what the look on Javi’s face must have been as he rolled his eyes at you, even if yours were still scrunched shut. You heard him shuffle out, opening your side of the car.

“Give me your hand, you dork.” You felt his palm under yours as your fingers wrapped around his wrist as his other hand held your hip, helping you scoot out of the truck. He guided you to take a few steps before releasing your hand. “Okay, now you can open.”

You wanted to give him some witty remark, a sarcastic jab, anything to give him a hard time about how he had made you wait for whatever this mystery surprise was, but as you opened your eyes, you were left speechless. Looking out in front of you, you saw nothing but miles of green grass, hills rolling up and down along the horizon as far as the eye could see as the sunset bursted with a ferocious orange and pink glow, peeking just above the clouds, slowly getting ready to sink into the land below. “Javi…” You paused for a moment as you took in the view. “This is beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is.” With Javi standing behind you, you assumed that he too, was taking in the spectacular view. And to him, he was. It just wasn't the sunset that he was referring to.

You turned around, remembering the rustling you had heard in the backseat, wondering what Javi had been doing in the truck bed. The back of the truck was filled with blankets and pillows with Chucho’s bag of food sitting on the edge. Still speechless, you stared back at Javi awestruck by the moment. “C’mere.” He said, patting the truck bed, lifting you up and following close behind you. You both snuggled in under the blankets, Javi wrapping his arm around you as you laid into his chest, watching the sun slowly fade away behind the clouds. “Good surprise?” He leaned into you, his fingers tracing gentle circles along your arm.

“Great surprise.”

Reaching his hand across your body, he cupped the side of your face, turning it toward his as his lips gently pressed against yours. He pulled back for a moment, foreheads pressed against each other, mouths barely separated, like he was looking for the right words to say but he just couldn’t find them. “Kiss me.” You whispered. “Kiss me, Javi.”

You could feel your weight shift as Javi rolled you over, his body now hovering over yours as your mouths crashed together in a way that was deep and intense without being frantic or rushed. His tongue dipped in your mouth, your lips parted between soft, breathy moans, pressing his body deeper into yours with each kiss. “Javi…” You whined, ache building between your legs as you felt his length pressed against you from his sweatpants, already hard and heavy against your thigh. He slowly began to make his way down your body, hot, wet kisses covering your belly as he pushed your shirt further up your body. He tugged at the waistband of your shorts, carefully helping you shimmy them down as his hand dipped between your legs, his fingers barely grazing against your entrance. “Javi, pleaseeee.” You moaned again, begging to have him do something to ease the throbbing burning in your core.

The sweet whispers of his name on your lips made his cock twitch. Early today, after you had wrecked him in his bedroom, teasing him as you stripped your clothes in front of him before getting in the shower, he was going to take his sweet time, making you beg for his touch. But as he took you in, every beautiful inch of you, his willpower crumbled in an instant. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you slow and deep, for you to feel all of him, to watch you come undone as you whispered his name, pulling him closer and closer into you with each stroke. He wanted to fuck you so that you could feel those 3 words he just couldn’t say to you yet.

“I know, baby.” His fingertips pressing just a little further, feeling how absolutely soaked you already were. “Wanna take my time with you, okay? Wanna make you feel good.” His voice sent shivers down your spine as you nodded, his fingers now slowly sinking deeper into you, making your back arch from his touch. He kissed along the inside of your thighs as his calloused thumb began to gently rub around your clit, his fingers already drenched as they began to steadily rock in and out of you. His kisses made their way from your thighs to your clit as he carefully flicked his tongue, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm underneath him. “Always so wet for me, pretty girl.” The hot breath of his words danced along your heat as his dark brown eyes locked with yours. He dipped his head back down, licking a long, broad strip against your bundle of nerves as you rocked your hips back and forth over his fingers. His tongue swirled around your clit, knowing exactly how to make you fall apart as you moaned with each touch.

“It feels so good, Javi. Fuck, babyyyy.” You whined, feeling your cunt clenching tighter and tighter around his thick fingers as his mouth worked its magic between your legs. With each thrust of his hand and lap of his tongue, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer, the pressure in your stomach starting to build, your breaths heavy and shaky.

“I know you’re close, Osita. Let go, baby. Come for me. I got you.” He knew his words were just what you needed to send you over the edge. With a few more thrusts of his hands, he could feel your pussy flutter around his fingers.

“Javi, Javi, Javi, Jaaahhhhh-” You whimpered as you felt the heat grow at the base of your spine, pleasure shooting through your body as you came around his fingers, your jaw slack as you felt your legs shake.

“Such a good girl for me, Hermosa. My good fucking girl. Tastes so sweet, baby.” He praised, slowly pulling his hand out of your heat, dipping his fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices off of them. He sat up on his knees, still between your legs, the outline of his already hard dick pressed against his sweatpants as he pushed them down his hips before pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. He leaned back down over you, grabbing one of the blankets by his feet to cover your bodies.

“Are you afraid a cow’s gonna see your bare ass?” You giggled, still coming down from your high as you gestured to the blanket now covering both of you. His arms outstretched outside of your shoulders as you laid on your back, he joined in your laughter, dropping his forehead down and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re ridiculous, Osita. Fuck, I love it. I love everything about you. Fuck. You’re fucking perfect.” He stared at you for a moment, his sweet brown eyes taking in all of you, like he couldn’t believe you were real. That you were his.

He swallowed, his mouth parted like there was more he was desperate to say but couldn’t quite get out. You pushed your head up off of the pillow underneath you, gently pressing his lips against yours, his hand shifting you cradle the back of your head, his fingers tugging at the ends of your hair as he set you back down. He shifted back slightly, using his hand to stroke himself a few times before flushing his hips against yours, his cock lined up with your entrance. Neither of you said anything, feeling at a loss for words in the moment, both of you silently seeming to agree that something about now felt different than all the other times before. You barely nodded your head as Javi slowly sank into you, taking his time, letting you adjust to him inch by inch before bottoming out, stopping for a moment as you let out a soft moan that Javi quickly swallowed with a kiss. He began to rock his hips back and forth, taking his time, gradually filling you deeper and harder with each thrust, his whispers hot against your neck.

“Fuck baby, I’ll never get enough of you. My fuckin’ perfect girl.”

“Javiiiii” You whined, your arms wrapping around back, nails pressing into his shoulders as his cock hit the spot inside you that lit you ablaze. His hand snaked between your bodies, reaching down to rub your clit, still slow, taking his time with each graze of his fingertips as his pace held deep and steady. Every thrust in and out of his hips had you wrecked as he filled you so deeply and intensely, moaning his name as you wrapped your legs around the small of his back, doing anything you could to bring him closer to you.

“I know, Hermosa, I know. Does it feel good, baby? Knowing you’re mine? That you’re the only one I ever wanna make feel like this?”

His words had you whimpering as he nipped at your neck, his hand gripping on your hip, thrusts becoming faster from your sounds. “Oh my god, yes, Javi. Fuck, it’s all yours. I’m all yours.” You wanted nothing more, for him to be the only one whose sweet words made you fall apart, the only one who ever came close to making you feel this way. You could feel the coil in your belly beginning to snap as the pad of his thumb rubbed rapidly against your clit, his cock driving into you as your vision went white.

“I know you’re close, Osita. I can feel it. Wanna see you when you come. Wanna see your beautiful face, pretty girl.” The brown pools of his eyes filled with want and need as they locked with yours. You could feel your foreheads touching, his damp curls brushing against you with each push of his hips, your bodies melting into each other as you felt the coil inside your belly snap.

“Fuck, Javi, fuck, baby, I’m gonna, gonna-.” Your orgasm flooded through your body, pleasure shooting through every inch of you as you wrapped yourself around Javi. It was so intense, the way the feeling crashed through you, how everything about him had you completely wrecked, how tightly you could feel yourself clenching around his length as you came.

Watching you come completely undone under him, Javi found himself quickly falling apart at the sight of you. Each stroke was faster and sloppier than the last, like he was desperate to show you how badly he wanted you, needed you. He could feel the sweet tingle of his release building, his brain going blank as the words fell from his mouth. “That’s it baby. Fuck, Osita. Gonna cum so deep inside you, fuck you full of me. Fuck, I can’t believe you’re mine. Soy tuyo, Osita. Mi corazón es tuyo. Es todo para ti. Eres mi todo, Osita. Te am-ahhhhhh.” (I’m yours, Osita. My heart is yours. It’s all for you. You’re my everything. I love yo-). He could feel each throb of his cock pulsing as he spilled into you, riding out his high with short, shallow thrusts, making sure every last drop of him was inside your walls. He melted into you, his body collapsing onto yours as your heavy breathes synced, chests rising and falling together.

You paused for a moment before you spoke. You replayed his words in your head over and over again, not sure what you were trying to convince yourself of. You weren’t sure of everything he had said, trying to piece together the Spanish you knew as you came down from your high, but if there was one sentence you knew for sure, it was the last one, even if it had gone unfinished.

Te amo. I love you.

“Javi…” You paused, your heart practically beating out of your chest. “What was the last part you said?”

Javi froze. You could feel his Adam’s apple bob against your chest as he swallowed, his head still buried in your neck. You waited for what felt like an eternity before he pressed himself off you, rolling over, laying beside you. “I uh, I don’t, um, I don’t remember all of it.” He tripped over his words, eyes scrunched tight, like he couldn’t bear to look at you out of fear of what he had said.

“Javi. Javier Jesús Peña. Please. Please tell me what you said.” You placed your hand on his chest, forcing him to open his eyes and look at you, your face pleading, practically begging to hear the words that had fallen from his lips once more.

“I’m yours, Osita. My heart is yours. It’s all for you. You’re my everything. I… Fuck.” You could see the tears welling behind his eyes after he ran his hand over his face. You moved your hand from his chest to under his jaw, cradling his cheek.

“Javi… Say it. Please.” Your words met his ears barely above a whisper. He paused, taking one more trembling breath, staring off into space for a moment, like he was praying with everything he had left in him that you really did want to hear it.

“Osita… Fuck. I… I love you.”

“Javi,” Your voice shook as you felt the tears trickle down your cheeks, rounding and red from the grin growing across your face. “I love you too.”

It was only for a moment that you saw his face mirror yours before you could feel his hands grasping around your face, pulling you in for a kiss that made you feel like fireworks were exploding inside you. He squeezed his arms around you, a mix of laugher and tears leaving your body as he pulled you on top of him, wrapping you in his embrace.

“Really?” He questioned, his words still shaky as he smiled at you, running his trembling hands through your hair.

“Of course, Pendejo. Of course I do.” You both laid there for a moment, breathing in sighs of relief and joy, soaking in every moment of that four letter word. You loved him. He loved you. Javier Peña loved you.

You rolled over, both of your bodies curled in the blanket on top of you, staring into the sky, now fading into a deep darkness, speckled with spots of shining stars above you. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Nothing else besides the two of you. Up until now, there were few things in life that you had been sure of. On a Wednesday in late May, you knew one of those sure things was that you had fallen head over heels in love with Javier Peña. And now, you knew one of those sure things was that Javier Peña loved you too.

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year ago

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Zombie God Reader-

Dazed and barely conscious, you wake up after going to a party you didn't even want to attend with a killer headache - and your teeth on the floor. You scramble to the bathroom, come to find that every denture was still in place. A voice in the back of your skull mocks your panic. Just what did you take last night? As the evening's events unfold, you learn that everyone at that party is either dead or missing. That "voice" is the remnants of a decaying God who's blood you consumed from an infected glass of bunch. It tells you the only know cure is to eat another humans flesh, and that's only temporary. You have the choice of clinging to what little humanity you have left by commenting one of the most heinous acts known or giving your body and mind to this ancient deity. Your thoughts deteriorate by the day and you... wait....what are you eating? it hurts..stop that. STOP-

Who would've guessed your terrible diet would be the one force capable of stoping a world ending horror from devouring your brain?

You're eventually scouted out by the cult members at that party. They commend you for holding on this long, but you'll succumb soon enough. They always do. Unfortunately, none of the other candidates they've chosen have survived or kept as much of a physical form as you. Was your will that strong to resist their lord's presence and influence like that? They plan to kidnap you to see how your brain works. Maybe you will be the only host they need. As luck would go, they try to capture you on one of your off days. You ambush their leader and beat them half to death. They're uncaring of their fate as someone else will take their role. Your teeth close around their neck and.... And...

"...nh...n...o."

No. You climb off their battered body and tied your jacket around their twisted ankle before sprinting off. The others ask what happened and they..don't know. They watch you closer. You become something else in their eyes. A survivor. A fighter. You are not their god. You are its rebirth - killing off the disease that was once their idol. They band their members to praise you as you are and slaughter those who oppose. They offer you home cooked meals with bits of their flesh and blood baked inside to help you in your battle. They sneak micro doses of the god's cells to further your ascension. You just want to go home and eat fast food and nearly expired goods from cans.

Crackpost under cut

[Zombie God Reader being held at bay by three cult members when a fourth runs up to them with a severed arm in their hands. Reader kicks them square in the face and flails around like a bat out of hell]

Yan Cultist: What in the nine circles are you doing? We don't do that shit anymore! When you kill someone for our master, you throw the body away! Hurry up and get some frozen pizzas. We can't hold them off much longer.

Dying God: Help me, my child. Once I am reborn, I can make your wildness dreams a reality.

Yan Cultist, staring at Reader wearing a muzzle as rabid foam drips from their mouth as they snarl: Believe me.... They already are.

"What can I get you today?!"

Dying God: Flesh.

Zombie God Reader: burger

Dying God: Human Flesh, you moron!

Zombie God Reader: Three burgers

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ikranwings · 2 years ago

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Miles quaritch , Lyle Wainfleet and Tsu'tey kinks

Two kinks listed per character

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

A little present for my friends @tarrynightss @villiansimpqueen @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @nin3kyuu @milknhonies @xandy-toady

this kind of happened lol so i hope you enjoy. This is also a gift to al my followers!and feedback is much appreciated!! i would love to see yall in my ask box. Weather it just be requests or just comments and such in general!

BREEDING KINK

-you can't tell me this man doesn't have a breeding kink, you just can't. This man thoroughly enjoys seeing seeing his so fucked out and breed.

he loves the thought of filling you with his seed, staying seated within you just to ensure none of it leaks out. Pressing kisses to his mates temple while speaking words of praise. Telling them how good they did for him.

Other times he enjoys pushing his cum back into his mates dripping cunt with his fingers. On top of that it means he can try and coax another orgasm out of them. Watching his SO beg for another release by his hands really just builds his ego.

Cock warming is another kink of his however he enjoys using it as another way to try and ensure yet again that nothing is to leak from his lovers body. SCENTING

he will not let his SO leave the room without smelling like him. He wants everyone to know who they belong to, who they were with when they weren't in others presence.

he doesn't want anyone getting any ideas of claiming his SO as there or even just getting to close. If they smell like him others will know not to fuck around.

When his mate where to shower wearing his shirt after would suffice for a little while. It still ensured his smell lingered on them, subtle or not his mate wearing his clothes gets something stirring in him.

in the more dirty side of things not only dose he enjoy the breeding side of sex with his mate but also being able to smear his cum along his mates belly. Anything that’s leaked out the man uses it in order to spread his scent along their stomach. Even when cleaned up that scent lingers for quite some time at least for him and the other recoms.

SIZE KINK

Lyle has a massive size kink, his mate is smaller than him no doubt. He’s protective of them to, refuses to let any harm come to them in any way shape or form.

He loves being able to encompass his mate with his body, caging them in between his arms as he slowly thrusts his hips into their body. Dipping his head into the crook of their neck. The man can't help but groan into their ear. Ensuring they knew just how good they were for him. " Youre doing so good for me baby, taking me so well. " "Look how well you stretch for me, so beautiful.. "

stomach bulge, lyle goes feral being able to see his own dick bulge within his lover. The man might even go so far as to press down on his mates stomach in order to draw out moans form and pleasured whimpers from them. Only he can draw this sort of thing from his mate and it makes him go absolutely nuts.

Lyles hand encompasses his mates there's no doubt about that. Not only dose he enjoy comparing that difference he also enjoys teasing his SO with his fingers. Using it as a means to prepare his mate for him. However not before he draws out an orgasm or two from his lover as he simply enjoys watching them squirm below him. He is such a tease and he knows it, it fills him with pride knowing only he can do this to his SO.

SHOWER SEX/BATHTUB SEX

He loves how intimate these times with his mate can be. How close it brings him and his mate together. For him it not just about the sex. He wants to show his SO just how attentive and caring he can be towards them. He basically just wants to worship them. Outside of the shower he may be a little rough so he makes up for it here.

Lyle loves getting down on his knees before his mate, pleasing them is something he gets off on. What better way to do that than in the shower with them. One of their legs over his shoulder, his mates hands at the back of his head trying to pull him in closer between their legs. Sometimes letting out a soft hum as the water cascades over the both of them. This man loves it when his mate can't control the little bucks of their hips over his tounge.

Lyle for sure has a non-slip shower mat in the bottom of the tub, he wants to ensure that while they're having fun the love of his life is not in danger of slipping and falling on his watch. Despite it being there he's still careful, ensuring that he has some sort of hold on them or at the very least in arm's length so he can keep them from crumpling to the ground. Like when he's entirely over worked their body and their legs become like jelly after a session.

while shower sex is fun sometimes, he likes to fill the tub with water and just thoroughly enjoy a bath with them. That being said it doesn't always last as long as the both of them would like as ninety percent of the time it ends up with his mate straddling his hips as they ride him. Water threatening to tip over the edge of the tub and onto the floor.

OUTDOOR SEX

Hes not one for public sex but there is no stopping him from leading you out into the forest of pandora and having his way with his mate on a bed of moss. Something the two of you(his mate ) have previously discussed and really quite enjoyed the thought of being away from everyone in order to just thoroughly enjoy the company of just his mate with no interruptions.

Tsu'tey loves to pin his mates hands either above their head or on either side of them pressed into the soft plush ground beneath them. Rutting his hips into his mate just thoroughly lost in the throws of pleasure. No one can bother them here, no one can ask him about training or ask that he help the other warriors in something. Its just him and his mate with no distractions. Hes fully able to focus on nothing else but his lover and he quite enjoys that very much.

He also likes the fact that in the forest there really is no limitations of where he can have his mate. Hes practically had sex just about anywhere with them. Up against the tree, in the river where the water isn't running so fast. The sky's the limit really. No really the sky is a limit, he won't put his mate in danger by doing something so foolish as to having sex up in the air or on his Ikran. It's not something he's comfortable with and probably never will be.

He especially likes to go out towards eclipse, when the only light left out there is the bioluminescence of the forest. The low light of the plants around him and his mate is something he enjoys because it brings him into a focus. Its like a tunnel vision, he is at utter peace listening to his mate moan and cry out below him. Its all for him as well and he wouldn't have it any other way. Often times(you ) his mate will hear words of praise as he thrusts into them. Complimenting them on how well they're taking him. How beautiful they look below him. Oh how he wishes moments like these will never end.

ORGASM CONTROL/EDGING

Tsu'tey from time to time enjoys bringing his mate to the very edge of bliss and taking it away right at the last second. Seeing his lover cry out for him in frustration and need just really gets him going he can't help it. To have someone fully reliant on him in order to achieve an orgasm makes him feel wanted, needed even.

He loves to lay his mate over his legs so he can sit up and work his fingers along their body. Pressing his fingers into their wet heat an thrusting slowly at first before increasing his pace in order to start a steady rhythm. Curling his fingers in order to draw out all those pretty moans he loves so much. Stopping and starting over and over and over again, drawing them to the brink of release only for it to fall away from them like a ton of bricks. Only to be met with the sound of this man is fully amused chuckle.

If he's fully sheathed within his mate he preferers to take them from behind when trying to take control of exactly when he wants to allow his mate that state of exstacy. Threading his arm along the front of his lover, sliding slowly down their belly and to their clit. Massaging their clit as he thrusts himself upwards into their body. His other arm hooked around his SOs elbows in order to draw them back perfectly against him.

Once he dose allow his mate that sweet release of their orgasm Tsu'tey enjoys watching them come undone. Watching as their body shakes before him. The entire time he cradles them close, brushing their hair away from their face and carding through the strands as he speaks to them. " Ive got you yawne, you did so well for me" " So perfect, just rest now. Ive got you, im here. Ill never leave."

I plan on possibly doing some of these for Ja, mansk jake and maybe brown..., Let me know if yall would like that to! <3

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gibbysupremeacyisreal · 2 years ago

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𝘞𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Word count: 2.8k

warnings: praise kink, pet names (baby, channie, sir, good girl) unprotected sex (be smart.), swearing, choking kink(chan), jealous chan, one sided enemies to lovers.

A/N: this took me so long to write omfg. let's all give a round of applause for me 💅

You didn't want to be at this party. And he could tell. From the way you sat nervously in the corner to the way you looked mortified when anyone you didn't know tried to start up small talk with you.

He knew he shouldn't be watching you. He just, wanted to make sure you were okay. It's not as though you would appreciate his efforts, though.

You hated him. You hated how one of his dimples was deeper then the other, how good his blond hair looked with his dark eyebrows, his Australian accent that made people swoon. All of it, It was all an act.

Some people wonder whether or not the devil is real. You think he is, and he was put on this earth in a mortal form. Taking over none other then Christopher fucking Bang. God, even his name is attractive.

It pissed you off immensely that girls were trying to flirt with him. And it pissed you off even more that he couldn't care less, as his eyes were glued to you.

You squinted while looking around the room for your roommate, Felix. You loved being his roomate. He would bake for you, invite you to spend holidays with his family, let you vent to him. All under one condition.

Once a week you would have to force yourself out into the world and go to a party hosted by one of his friends. Usually Jisung, who you have grown quite accustomed to. He called it your "Weekly dose of socialization."

He cared about you. It was sweet, really. But, you weren't a big fan of it. Yes his friends are nice but so is laying in bed and watching TV.

At least that's what you thought at first. That was before you met him. Christopher Bang, most people call him Chan, a few Chris. But everyone all has one thing in common. They adore him. Well, everyone except you. You knew behind that stupidly adorable laugh and that dumb smile he got on his face when he saw someone he knew, you knew that he was a liar.

And thats because you fell for his lies.

Around a year ago when you first moved in with Lix, his friends would come over often. At first you didn't interact with them except for a casual bow everytime, but one of them stood out to you. He would come into your room and start talking to you whenever he came over, inviting you to come join the group.

You shouldn't have fallen for it. No one as high on the social ladder as him would fall for someone as antisocial as you. It just doesn't work, you should've seen that. You can't blame him, if you think about it.

The girl you caught him with when you were on your way to surprise him was beautiful, You just wish he hadn't led you on. It would've hurt less if he had told you he wasn't interested instead of you catching him with his tongue down someone else's throat.

You never spoke to him again. Actually that's not true, you have, telling him to go fuck himself or eat a bag of dicks whenever you saw him. Mature, I know. Other then that you haven't explained what you saw or even let him try to save himself. Because it wasn't worth it.

You had more important things in life to deal with. Like the importance of watching TV with your cats, while eating Felix's brownies! Nothing can go wrong in the comfort of your bed. It's a safe haven.

You looked at Chan, making eye contact before grimacing and looking away. "Gross. Men." You whispered to no one in particular. Jisung basically bolted your direction when he saw you. "My favorite gremlin! How are you?" He said with his over enthusiastic voice. "I'm would be better if you stopped talking to me, British boy." You responded, smiling at him.

"You're so kind to me." He fake sniffles, laying down on the bench you were sat on, putting his head on your lap.

"You look bored." He states, looking up at you. "Wow, Really? Wouldn't have ever known if you hadn't told me." You started brushing through his hair with your fingers untangling it, completely unaware of Chan's huff of annoyance as he saw your actions.

"This is why you're my favorite! Anyway back to ME, I'm great thanks for asking, I might be a little itty bit drunk but I might not be. Who knows!" He closes his eyes, giggling slightly whenever you would pull at his hair.

"I didn't ask about you, nerd." You groaned in faux annoyance, trying not to smile as he looked up at you, offended.

"I'm hurt, Y/N. That was so rude, you're so annoying." He swat your hand away from his hair and sat up, turning the other direction.

"I know you think I'm annoying, but in reality I'm just hot and irresistible." You flip your hair and roll your as eyes as Han chuckles.

"You're such a idiot." He smiles, laying his head on your shoulder this time, to glare at everyone from the corner.

You smile as you see your friend, Yunjin walking towards you, dragging someone along with her. "This is Chaewon, my unofficial wife!" She stated enthusiastically, smiling at the two you. Jisung looks up, suddenly interested.

"Wait... WEREN'T YOU IN I*ZONE-" Jisung starts, you immediately cover his mouth to stop him from embarrassing you. "He meant it's nice to meet you." I smiled and bowed kindly. Grimacing when the demon you called your friend licked your hand, forcing you to remove it from his mouth.

"Yeah! I meant hi!" He smiles, giggling when you wipe your hand on his shirt, maybe you went over his abs on purpose, maybe you didn't.

Chan managed to excuse himself from the one sided conversation the lady in front of him was having, he stopped paying attention to what she was saying when he saw you.

He walked over, looking at you and smiling slightly before looking to Jisung, "Hey! How've you been man?" He plops down next to him, nodding at Chaewon and Yunjin. "I'm alright. Tired, but alright." Jisung smiled back at him, laying his head back on your shoulder.

He knew. He knew what he was doing, he had too. Why else was he making eye contact with Chan while you were messing around with his hair some more.

You looked at Jisung, then at Chan, hitting Jisung's forehead lightly. "I'm gonna go get something to drink." You muttered. Getting up, Yunjin getting up to follow you, dragging Chaewon along. "He's such a dick! He always comes over just to annoy you I swear! That man gets on my nerves." Yunjin said, looking back just to glare at Chan.

Chaewon nods, "I don't know what your relationship is with him, but he's been staring all night. Thought it was weird because you didn't seem interested.." She says, grabbing a cup and getting some coke.

"It's because I'm not. I was at one point, found out he's a player and now we're here." You stated, smiling when Chaewon handed you the cup.

"Did you ever tell him that you didn't want anything to do with him anymore? Maybe he's just oblivious to the obvious cold shoulder you've been giving him.. and because he's a man." Chaewon said as she handed Yunjin her drink before getting her own.

"Maybe. I just don't really owe him one." You responded, checking your phone once again.

"Dude you waiting for someone? You keep checking that phone like you are." Yunjin asked, suddenly interested in the conversation. "Nope. Checking the time, Felix said we could leave at 11:30." You stated, looking around the room for your roomate.

You sighed when you didn't see him, excusing yourself from Yunjin and Chaewon's argument about whether or not flaming hot cheetos are better than the original and walking to the door leading outside.

You unlocked your phone, seeing you missed a text from him. You groaned as you read the message.

lix :): I'm so so sorry Y/N but I'm leaving with someone and he's rlly cute and omg ufhdidjwbg *!&$>*$?×,!$* I'll call you a Uber if you want, otherwise you can ask Chan to drive you home !! :)

me: you owe me you stupid australian. your doing my laundry for a month, fuck head.

lix:): love you <33333

"Hi.." Said someone behind you, making you jump slightly before your eyes softened.

"I know you don't really owe me anything, but I really need a ride, Chan." You stated, avoiding as much small talk as you could.

"Uh, yeah I'll drive you." He smiled awkwardly, reaching in his back pocket to make sure he didn't leave anything before walking towards his car, you following behind him.

"You haven't had anything to drink right?" You asked nervously, you didn't want to get into a car with sober him let alone drunk him.

He shook his head, opening the passenger door when you two reached his car, smiling slightly when you got in.

"Thank you. You remember where I live right?" You asked, looking over at him."I think so. Just haven't been 'round in a while." He nodded to himself, starting to drive. The first few minutes were awkward, a joke every here and there, Chan looking at you when he thought you couldn't notice, you staring at him whenever he smiled at one of the shitty jokes you made.

That's when he asked the question.

"Why did you stop talking to me, Y/N? I really liked spending time with you, you know." He frowned slightly, looking over at you when you reached a red light.

You sighed, looking down at your lap.

"I saw you kissing someone else, Chan. We went on 2 dates, you flirted with me all the time, you asked me to be your girlfriend even! Then I came over to tell you I made my decision and that I wanted us to be official and I saw her. It sucked and I knew I would start crying if I tried to explain what I saw so I decided to ignore your existence." You said in one breath, inhaling once you were done. Damn you could be a rapper.

He looked back at the road, expressionless.

"Do you want me to explain myself? Because I will. I really like you, Y/N. And if I have to explain what happened then that's what I'll do." He stated, driving once the light turned green.

"An explanation wouldn't be horrible." You mumbled, fidgeting with your nails.

He looked over at you for a moment, before sighing. "She was a friend. She invited herself over because her boyfriend had just dumped her, I comforted her, she took that as an invitation I think? She kissed me and I assume that's what you saw. Afterwards I told her I wasn't interested and we promised each other never to speak about it again." He states, reaching your apartment complex, parking and then looking over at you.

"I would never purposely hurt you, Y/N." He added.

"I feel kinda stupid now." You joked, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm sorry I assumed you would do that, Chan. You don't really seem like that kind of person." You smiled, opening your door and getting out.He smiled, opening the apartment door for you and standing outside. Waiting for your next move.

"Do you uh- do you wanna come up?" You asked, avoiding eye contact in the embarrassing case he said no."Yeah. I would like that a lot." He reached his hand out towards you, signaling you to take it, giggling when you do.

"You still remember our apartment number? Creep." You smiled, walking up the stairs, you started swinging your hands back and forth.

"I came here a few times when you were ignoring me, I almost knocked on your door but I ended up backing out." He looked down at your intertwined hands, his ears and nose turning a light red. He looked up as he recognized you two were on your floor.

"Pussy." You said jokingly, reaching into your purse to grab your key, unlocking your door when you reached it."

"You're so rude. I can't belive I like you. My taste concerns me." He chuckles, face softening as you laugh.

You look at him, seeing hes looking back at you. "Can I kiss you, Chan?" You ask, a sudden seriousness in your tone.

"I don't really think you deserve it." He smiled teasingly, dropping a hand to your waist and pulling you his direction.

"Shut up." You said, cupping his cheek and kissing him. He immediately reciprocated, putting his hand on the nape of your neck to deepen the kiss.

You whimper into the kiss when he bites your lip, he reached down to your thigh squeezing it before tapping it, indicating you should jump. You did, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to your bedroom, you reaching behind him to shut the door.

He placed you on the bed, starting to kiss down your neck as you grabbed his hair. He lifted for a second, "You're so pretty. So fucking pretty." He said, making you sit up so he could pull off your shirt. He sat back for a minute admiring you. He smirked at the way you shrunk under his gaze.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby." He smiled up at you, pulling your pants down you legs and quickly taking off his shirt.

He immediately started kissing your stomach, slowly traling his way down to your thighs, biting them gently.

You traced your fingers up his arm, digging your nails into his bicep when he starts kissing your clothed cunt. "More. Sir, please..Fuck I need more!" You started moaning, not comprehending what you were saying.

He groaned against your cunt, starting to pull off your panties, as you reach up to unclasp your bra.

"Fuck call me that again." He said, immediately attaching his mouth to your neck, making his way down to your breasts. You moaned, intertwining your fingers in his hair and pulling when he got to your nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking slightly.

You grabbed at his pants, attempting to pull them down, failing miserably because of the angle. He stopped you, taking down his pants and boxers in one.

You moaned when you saw him fully, cock already hard and leaking pre-cum. He smirked at you, kissing you before pulling back.

"Condoms?" He asked, you looked at him, mentally cursing yourself.

"I don't have any..." You frowned. This is what you get for being bitchless you guess.

"I can go raid Lixs' drawers. Hold on, baby." He said, starting to pull his boxers back up.

"Or you can just fuck me raw." You said, suprising yourself with the amount of confidence you had in your tone.

He groaned at your words, putting a hand against your throat."You really know just what to say, huh?" He started, "Oh wait, you can't answer." He chuckles, leaning down to kiss your jawline one more time.

"You're so fucking adorable. And you're all mine. I'm gonna fuck you everyday until the only person's name you remember is mine." He said, sudden seriousness in his voice. He started teasing your entrance with his cock, your arousal already acting as lubrication.

He moaned as he pushed inside you, "Fuck you're tight, baby. Feel so good." He said, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he tightened his grip around your neck.

He started thrusting into you, grabbing your thighs and pushing them to your chest so he could hit your sweet spot, cooing mockingly when you let out a whimper.

"Poor baby.. Does it feel too good?" He asked in fake sympathy, smiling when you nodded vigorously.

"Such a good girl, My good girl." He groaned, lifting his hand from your waist to rub your clit. He picked up his pace, his breathing becoming more rapid.

"I've waited for this for so long baby. Im fucking obsessed with you." He grunted, looking at your face and seeing your eyes shut tight.

"Cum? Please?" You asked with what little voice you had. He smiled at you, letting go of your neck so he could hear you moan as you came.

"Whenever you want, Baby. Whenever you want." He said softly, he reached down and intertwined your hands, squeezing them reassuringly.

"Thank you! Fuck, Thank you, sir." You started stringing together your words, arching your back off the bed.

He moaned your name as you came, his high immediately following yours, rubbing your thighs to try and soothe you. He laid down next to you when both of your highs turned into sensitivity.

The second you came back to reality, you immediately started laughing, Chan looked over confused,

"What? Was it bad?" He asks, nervousness apparent on his face.

"I'm obsessed with you! Oh my god, Babygirl." You said jokingly biting your lip and trying not to laugh again.

"Oh, shut up! Ms. Cum, Please." He said smiling over at you, reaching his hand over to brush the hair out of your face.

"You were going all Darth vader on me. you got a choking kink, Channie?" You smiled, raising a eyebrow. He started getting out of bed and heading towards you kitchen.

"Wowwww. You really slept with me for my food. We live in a society-" Your words were cut off as he returned with a bottle of water for you.

"Oh. Nevermind. Thanks!"

#straykids smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #Bang Chan smut #Chan smut #bangchan smut #christopher bang #chris smut #kpop smut #skz hard hours #stray kids #skz #straykids #stray kids Chan smut #straykids Chan smut #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #straykids x reader #Chan x reader

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smallnico · 2 months ago

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For the Tav ask game: 20, 23, and 24 (will always take any opportunity to learn more about Esper >:3)

~ @bardic-perdita

and of course i will take any opportunity to talk about esper!! thank u!!!!

20. What is their relationship to touch? Do they shy away from it? Do they need it to feel present?

esper's relationship to touch is complicated! they crave it just as much as any person does, and they're horribly touch starved, but they struggle to get physically close to living beings without feeling the itch of the urge telling them to kill. they love affection, it just takes them a bit to warm up to it.

pre-tadpole, they were afraid to defy what they knew to be the direction of bhaal, so they just never got close to anyone they weren't actively killing, and when they were occasionally overcome with the animal need for affection, they would do things like kill with their bare hands or snuggle up to corpses in the temple repository. post-tadpole, though, they work through their initial hesitation to touch (the urge still craves violence, but esper is providing enough resistance through the power of mindfulness that it's not overpowering, beyond the initial kneejerk anxiety that they feel because What If I Can't Stop Myself) in small doses until they're comfortable enough with it that they're constantly all over people. it helps that most of the physical contact they have to start with is with astarion -- since he doesn't have the same life signs as a living person, esper doesn't feel the same itch to make the life signs stop. really not beating the necrophilia allegations there, esper.

23. How does your Tav act in situations of stress? In moments of peace?

esper is at their best in situations of stress just because their life thus far has been nothing but operating at perfectionist capacity under constant stress. it feels the most normal to them. depends on the stressor too, though -- they're very goal-oriented, so as long as they have a clear Thing to aim at they're in their element, but in a situation where they really don't know what to do and nobody else is taking charge i think esper would just start biting people.

the other side of this is that esper never ever relaxes, lmao. they fill their downtime with tasks so they don't have to sit still with their thoughts for any extended periods. one of their classic downtime activities is playing their lyre in resonance with the sounds in their surroundings as a way of keeping watch using magic, but if they're not doing that you're just as likely to find esper working themself into a migraine trying to puzzle out the pieces or their memories or practicing their swordsmanship. they don't like sleeping either, since it brings nightmares and possibly murders. if esper weren't literally an unkillable demigod they would be collapsing from exhaustion regularly, but they are one, so they see nothing wrong with the way they currently do things.

24. What does your Tav consider to be their own biggest character flaw?

i mean, the uncontrollable murder urge is a big one. it's not the murder that bothers them as much as the lack of control that bothers them, but that's also the easy answer, so how about another one? have a list actually, esper is very self-critical.

- lethal perfectionism

- judgemental. they have high standards for everyone else too

- poor hygiene and self-care, just does not know how to do all that and doesn't think it's worth the effort (because they hate themself)

- moral compass is entirely ungrounded, they're down for all kinds of unethical or illegal shit as long as people won't get mad. this means if they can get away with doing something objectively evil they'll do it if they think it's fun

- very strongly motivated by approval and praise. will do some dark shit for you if they like you and want you to like them

- also in that vein, very private with information that probably matters to the party until the last possible minute, such as their urges, because they're ashamed and afraid of the lack of control

- will drive themself into the ground with how hard they work themself and how little they rest

they know all of these things. the only redeeming quality to how ruthlessly they judge and incisively roast everyone around them is the fact that they will, at the drop of a hat, do the same thing to themself. but they also only just started having a personality recently so they're open to being nicer to people if it means people will like them more. which it does. part of the reason they started experimenting with being a good person (and discovered it was kind of nice and gratifying and rewarding so they decided to do it more) was to impress wyll and karlach. esper has the moral backbone of a pudding cup but they are ride or die for competent people who are genuinely nice to them.

but all that said they would probably say the murder urge and lack of physical autonomy is their biggest flaw until you specified a personality flaw, at which point they would present you with the list above (signed and notarized).

#the askbox #ask game #esper #bardic-perdita #thanks for askinggg

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hugemilkshake · 7 months ago

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Today on what’s happening in my silly lil story, we rag on basil. That man can’t get a break

Conversations

-platonic-

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 6

With Y/N Cookie…

You, Adele Penguin, Bubbling Oil, Grilled Tomato and Shimmering Onion were conversing about Powdered Basil and how he never is around when Adele Penguin spoke up.

“You know, Powdered Basil doesn’t seem to be that nice of a guy if I’m being honest… he seems kinda careless when it comes to others..”

Everyone was about to defend Powdered Basil but didn’t. There was a tense silence as everyone thought before you spoke up “He dose seem like he’s lost his compassion for others…”

“Well… I don’t really notice anything” “Shimmering Onion, no offense but you are a bit dense. But I have noticed that Powdered Basil purposely avoids others when they need help, which has caused me to start helping others a lot more than I should” Bubbling Oil said

Grilled Tomato suddenly stood up and snapped “The next time I see Powdered Basil I’m giving him a piece of my mind!”

You knew that this wouldn’t end well…

With Gingerbrave…

“Wait… your not going to help up?” Gingerbrave said in a very confused tone. Scorched Garlic nodded. “Yes… that is my decision… now I do feel bad that your dealing with this ‘Dark Enchantress’ person but the thing is, I don’t want to risk anyone’s lives, and we’ve not even seen what’s beyond the forest so how could we help?”

The group was silent until Pure Vanilla spoke up. “I understand where you’re coming from. It is quite unreasonable for us to ask you to help in a battle you’ve not even heard of.”

“Thank you… I’m glad you understand… but trust me when I say this, if this battle gets to a point where innocent cookies are getting slaughtered, I will step in and do my best to help, you have my word..”

“…Thank you Scorched Garlic Cookie! We won’t forget this!” Strawberry Cookie chirped. “It’s no problem, now let’s head back outside, its nice outside today”

POWDERED BASIL

Laying on a thick tree branch Powdered Basil was talking to himself. But no bird, mouse or snail dared to approach him.

“I’ve never gotten a gift before… it feels weird… I mean… the others probably get gifts…” his tone dropped into an envious tone “Of course they get gifts, they are the ones who have time to socialize, while I’m here rotting away, protecting the forest. I mean who would even care if I got hurt, I know they wouldn’t, so why should I care if they wonder in here and run into a wolf?”

Powdered Basil moved to where he was hanging from the branch he scoffed. “They think they are sooooo important and cool because of all the praise they get because they help the townsfolk when it’s ME who should be getting that praise, I keep those selfish townsfolk safe for goodness sake!”

“And all they do is take from me! Do they want to take everything I hold dear?!” He soon jumped down from the branch, pulling on some of his hair as he spoke. “They really want to take everything away from me! I… I can’t let that happen! I rightfully deserve everything the kingdom has for my services! I shouldn’t be getting that taken away from me!”

“…I can’t let them take everything from me…”

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #crk oc #crk ocs

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i-will-always-be-happy · 2 years ago

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Well, today, February 8, is the birthday of our beloved Water Hashira, Giyuu Tomioka. So, to celebrate, a dose of love and smiles for this emo that everyone loves and deserves love. (Of course I had to do a second part, this guy deserves love)

Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!

Summary: This is a aftermath to my previous tickle fic. Giyuu will receive a kind gift from his partners

Lers: Iguro Obanai, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Mitsuri Kanroji, Rengoku Kyojuro and Uzui Tengen

Lee: Tomioka Giyuu

(Part 2)

The party was fun, they danced, they told some stories, they ate together. Tomioka was happy, although he didn't show it, he felt extremely happy to be with his classmates and friends. Although he would have liked Tanjiro to stay a bit longer, but he couldn't because he was entrusted with a mission.

'There's still a little bit of food, would you like another plate? I don't want it to go to waste', Mitsuri and Rengoku's eyes lit up and they quickly helped themselves to more food. 'It was to be expected, do you want more?', Obanai denied, he preferred to see Mitsuri eat, Muichiro was already full, Gyomei and Sanemi accepted a little more and Giyuu still hadn't finished his plate. 'Thank you, ehhh Tokito, what's that next to you?', Sanemi pointed to a gift next to Muichiro, who looked at him confused, he didn't remember how he got there. 'I don't know, is it supposed to be a gift?', Mitsuri avoided laughing at his answer and took the gift. 'This is Tomioka-san's gift?', Muichiro thought again and nodded slightly remembering. 'I think so, happy birthday'

'Open it Giyuu, what is it?', Giyuu opened his gift, it was a scarf with almost the same patterns as his haori, he couldn't help but smile a little. 'KYAAAA!!!', Mitsuri noticed that smile and got very excited, the hashiras looked at her confused until she pointed to Tomioka's slightly smiling face. 'Wow, Tomioka, you should smile more often! You have a very striking smile, I like it. What do you think Rengoku?' 'Totally agree! Your smile is so cute Tomioka, you should smile more!!' These comments embarrassed Tomioka, who covered her blushing face with his haori. Shinobu and Gyomei smiled when they heard that their classmates were having fun in their own way.

'EEEE!! Tomioka-san is blushing!! So cute~', Mitsuri kept throwing such comments, which made Obanai jealous. 'Hey Mitsuri-Chan, do you want to see something amazing?', Obanai whispered in her ear and she nodded excitedly. 'Sanemi, give me permission', Obanai whispered to his friend, he didn't ask anything and they switched places. 'I hope that's how you learn that damn piece of trash not to make Mitsuri blush or praise you', Obanai pressed on one of Giyuu's hips which made him jump. He felt all the eyes of his companions on him, his blush appeared again and it got worse with this.

'That...? Tomioka did you...?' 'No!', Tomioka knew what they were going to ask, it was bad enough that Obanai and Sanemi knew, and now the other hashiras, it was humiliating

Giyuu frowned and looked at Obanai, who was smirking under his mask. 'Please Giyuu, you know you can't help that', he raised his fingers and slowly approached him, Giyuu stepped back but collided with Rengoku's chest, who imprisoned his arms while laughing. 'Hahahaha careful Tomioka! You could fall! Now why don't we let my aniki tell us more of what he knows? Obanai?', Rengoku found this discovery amusing, but Giyuu knew he was in danger, now that Tengen, Rengoku and Mitsuri knew, they won't miss the opportunity to tickle him.

'Rengoku, let me GYAH!!', his words were interrupted by a shriek. sting that Rengoku gave to his stomach. 'Now now Tomioka, let you go? This is just beginning! Coochie Coochie little one!' Rengoku began to scribble his fingers on Giyuu's stomach, who gritted his teeth trying not to laugh. 'No! R-Rengoku! St-stop!' 'An unnecessary reaction! Let me show you an extravagant way to make people laugh like him!', Tengen raised his fingers approaching Giyuu, who started to get more nervous and embarrassed.

'Dohohon't!' 'OHHH SO CUTEEE!! I WANT TO MAKE TOMIOKA-SAN LAUGH TOO!', Mitsuri tried to get closer but was stopped by Obanai, he only stopped her to say something in her ear, whatever he said made her smile and moved to new heights.

'Tengen, go get his ribs! I'll take his hips!', he quickly approached and climbed on his legs to make sure he didn't escape' 'Whatever you say!', Giyuu felt like he was going to die, the 3 worst lers of the hashiras now knew his secret. 'No-! wait! GYAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHO!!', he arched his back as he felt 10 fingers on his ribs and hipbones clinging to those places like magnets. 'HIMEHEHEHEJIMA - SAN HEHEHEHELP!!!', he tried to ask the Stone Hashira for help, but he found this a way to make Giyuu feel happy, so he only recommended stopping when he couldn't take it anymore. 'Hahaha! Take that Tomioka! Do you know what's the best? He enjoys being tickled!', Sanemi exclaimed when he then felt Shinobu's angry look, because they had promised not to talk about that secret. 'Oh oh oh! Really?!', Uzui laughed more as Giyuu tried to nod.

'Ohhh what a softie, isn't that lovely?!', he teased to switch places with Rengoku, this time holding Giyuu so he wouldn't move. 'Of course! Tomioka, you could have told us that! We are your friends! Isn't that so guys?!', Rengoku decided to give him a little rest, tickling his side and part of his stomach. The other hashiras only nodded, well except for Obanai and Sanemi 'Stahahahap! Dohohon't tehehehase me! Plehehehehease! Ehehehehe!!'

'Oh Tomioka-san's laugh is so adorable! You know you can tell us to tickle you as many times as you want, we're delighted!' Mitsuri smiled as she gave his hips a few friendly squeezes. 'Okahahahay okahahay! Now stohohop!', he was lying, he was enjoying a certain part. 'Oh please, we know you don't want them to stop, you love tickling!' 'Yohohou're nahahat one tohoho tahahahalk, hypocrihihihite', Giyuu replied, now part of the gazes were directed at Sanemi. 'Oh, so you too, Shinazugawa?', Sanemi knew how to control his embarrassment

'You already screwed yourself!', he approached moving his fingers, at that moment he regretted having answered him. 'Nohoho! Sanemi! Plehehehase NAHAHA!!!', Giyuu dropped his head on Uzui's chest, it was the only thing he could do, he couldn't kick or wave his arms, he was trapped and helpless as Sanemi attacked the space where his armpits and ribs met

'WAHAHAHA!! SANEMI!! I'M SOHOHORRY!!' 'Prepare to meet the wrath of the Wind Hashira!!', Mitsuri, Rengoku and Uzui, just laughed and also helped Sanemi 'destroy' the Water Hashira. Sanemi his ribs, Mitsuri his thighs, Rengoku his hips and Uzui his armpits, after all Uzui only needed one hand to keep Giyuu's arms away from his body.

'HAHAHAH!! HEHEHEHEY!! NOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAIR!!! YOU ARE TOHOHO MAHAHAHAHCH!!', Giyuu squirmed at the combined touches of the 4 hashiras

'It's not like he's asking me to stop, it's obvious that he likes it' 'SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!', well he couldn't deny that, he was having fun but it was definitely too much, besides he was already tired from the round he had before with Shinobu. 'Oi, who are you silencing?', Obanai approached Mitsuri and took one of his hips but unlike her, his tickles were stronger and more precise. 'GYAHAHAHAHA!! I'M SOHOHORRY!!', Giyuu was on the edge now, it wasn't long before tears of happiness rolled down his flushed cheeks.

'STAHAHAHAP! *hic* E-ENOUGH!! *snort* PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHSE!! *hic*' 'That's enough, let him rest for a moment', with that order given the 5 of them moved away from Giyuu who was panting on the ground trying to catch his breath

Muichiro walked over to his 'brother' and hugged him 'Are you alright?', Giyuu smiled goofily and nodded. 'Cute~', Mitsuri cooed at that scene. 'Sanemi, Obanai we'll have a serious talk about this later, okay?', Shinobu smiled at both of them, but his intentions weren't good. 'O-okay Shinobu, it-it's not necessary. T-thank you... It was the be-best birthday', Giyuu smiled at his companions before closing his eyes a little tired.

#demon slayer tickle #demon slayer tickling #Ler! Rengoku #Ler! Uzui #Ler! Mitsuri #Ler! Sanemi #Ler! Obanai #Lee! Giyuu #Happy Birthday Tomioka-San!

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skylarmoon71 · 1 year ago

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Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) - Chapter 28

“I think I speak for everyone when I say I’m exhausted."

It resonates with everyone, and they slowly begin to bid each other goodbye. You wave at them as you begin to pack your items away. Hotch comes walking from around the corner. His jacket has been discarded, and his tie is a bit loose. When he sees that you’re still at your desk, he slows down.

“Are you about to head out?”

“Yes sir. I just need a solid eight hours of sleep.”

“You deserve it.” You smile.

“Thank you. “ You get back to your task, but Hotch hasn’t walked away yet.

“(Y/N).”

You pause. He’s never really addressed you by your name like that. Maybe you’re in trouble again.

“Sir, I apologize if I’ve overstepped again. I know that we’re not supposed to put ourselves in the line of fire like that. But I’d risk my life to keep any member of this team safe, especially yours."

Hotch stops his earlier thought. He’d been so sure that he needed to keep you at a distance to discover your motives, but now it’s clear that he’s misread everything. You weren’t trying to deceive them.

Not at all.

Hell when you thought he was about to be shot you basically jumped in front of the bullet for him. That look you wore. The pain you displayed at the thought of him being hurt. You couldn’t fake that. He gets why you think a lecture is coming.

“I just wanted to say thank you. If not for your quick reflexes, the outcome of this day could have been very different.”

“O-Oh..”

“Did you think I was going to scold you?”

“Kind of yeah.”

“Well, it was irresponsible.”

“I thought you were praising me just a second ago.” You whine.

Hotch smiles.

An actual smile.

Not the scold he’s been sending your way for the last few months of your arrival. You blush despite yourself. Hotch marvels at the redness of your cheeks.

“She’s blushing..”

He’s wondering now how he could ever think you were a threat to him, or his team.

“Thank you.”

This one is said much softer, and he seems a hell of a lot closer to you.

“My pleasure.” You murmur.

Hotch holds your gaze for a few more moments before you hear some footsteps behind you.

“Hey (Y/N) are you ready to..” Gracia trails off.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You didn’t. Have a good night Ms. Black.”

“Y-Yes sir! You too.” Hotch walks away, and you nibble on your lip.

“Why the hell did he have to smile at me like that?”

This was going to be harder than you realized.

The following morning you're a bit in a daze as you search for the items to stack up on your necessary dose of caffeine.

“Where’s the coffee?”

Surely the BAU hadn’t completely run out already. You just saw Emily make a cup a few minutes ago.You shuffle through the cabinets. As you flip open the one that’s above your head, you frown.

“Just great.”

It was on the top shelf. You weren’t exactly short per se, but it was still a little higher than you could fully reach. Your best hope was to nudge it forward as best you could and hope it didn’t fall off and smack you in the forehead.

“Here, let me.”

Someone says from behind. You don’t have a chance to reply, because they reach up easily. Taking down your desired bottle. You turn around with the brightest smile.

“Thank you.”

It’s only when your eyes meet that you notice it’s Hotch. His hand is still somewhat lifted, and he’s much closer than you expected. He lowers his arm, and it comes down on the counter beside you.

Neither of you truly say a word. You just stare at each other. This is the second time in such a position. You really wish it would stop happening because it’s very bad for your heart. When he looks at you, it feels like he can see through the barrier you’ve been putting up. The one that you’re trying so hard to maintain to avoid further heartache. You no longer meet his gaze, and he steps back.

“Be careful next time.”

“Yes sir.”

He leaves without another word, and when he’s gone, you slump against the counter. Your heart is racing and your lips are tingling.

If only.

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claudemblems · 2 years ago

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"Am I Annoying?" | Tighnari

Tighnari Genshin Impact <3

"Now where would you get such a preposterous idea?"

Tighnari set aside the bowl of herbs he'd been grinding down for some medicinal tea, his attention now focused on your gloomy countenance. You didn't have to meet his gaze to know he was sending you a stern yet caring look.

"Did someone put this sort of thought into your head? If so, they are ridiculous to assume that I'd feel such a way towards you. However, if this is a thought born out of your own worries, pay it no mind. You know how I feel about you." At this, Tighnari's eyes softened, a small smile on his lips. "Don't start doubting me now."

"I don't mean to doubt you..." You sighed, hands fiddling with the edge of your shirt. "I just doubt myself is all. Every day I look at myself and think, 'How on earth have you managed to get a man like Tighnari? You have no accomplishments, no beauty, and no good characteristics to speak of. How could anyone possibly love you without it being due to pity?'" You clenched your hands into fists, fighting back the tears forming in your eyes. "I just can't see myself the way everyone else sees me. I worry so much about becoming a nuisance to someone. I don't want them to keep their negative feelings to themselves and then, when they finally grow tired of me, eventually leave..."

Tighnari rose from his seat and approached the cot you'd been sitting on. You felt the bed dip beneath you and the faint brush of fingers on top of your own.

"[Name]." Tighnari said gently. "Look at me."

You let his hand cup your cheek and gently turn your face towards him.

"You are anything but a burden to me. If I didn't love you, would I have asked you to date me? Would I have spent so many late nights thinking of you, every inch of me buzzing with excitement at the thought of seeing you the next morning? I don't let just anyone consume both my heart and mind, you know."

You let out a small laugh, Tighnari's smile growing at the visible improvement of your mood. "Seriously, if I wasn't so well-versed in medicine, I would have thought I was slowly falling into actual insanity. How on earth could it be normal for my heart to race so erratically just at the sight of you?"

"Are you saying I made you nervous?"

"A little, but it was also just because I found you very pretty. And still do, of course."

He spoke as if your beauty was the most obvious fact in the world. It made your face flush red. Though Tighnari's bluntness could be a lot at times, in moments like these, you were grateful for his honest nature. When he complimented or praised you, you knew he meant it. And that's what made his words even more special to you.

"I love you dearly, [Name]. Don't ever second-guess that. However, if you're still not convinced, I will have to prescribe you some medicine to make these negative symptoms go away."

You raised an eyebrow, puzzled but intrigued. "Medicine?"

"Mhmm, but don't worry. This is the good kind."

Your heart skipped a beat as Tighnari briefly pressed his lips to yours. When he pulled away, he smiled as he observed your shocked, flustered state.

"You will need to receive at least three kisses a day for the rest of the week. No skipping any days, either. If you want to get rid of those pesky doubts, you need to be good and take the medicine your caring boyfriend has prescribed to you."

You couldn't help but break into a fit of laughter, clutching at your sides that would no doubt start aching later. Tighnari let out a chuckle of his own as he wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head on yours. "You're so silly, Tighnari."

"But that's why you love me, isn't it? Just like why I love you."

Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it gently, your lips curving upwards when he squeezed back. "Yes. You're right. I do love you, so much."

You spent the rest of the day close by Tighnari's side and taking your medicine as instructed, but you may have stolen a few kisses more than the doctor's recommended dose ;)

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #tighnari #tighnari x reader #my moots made my day better and I got motivation to finish this :3 #thank you

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colormepurplex2 · 2 years ago

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I Put A Spell On You | Trifecta

↳ Warlock Jimin x Witch f.Reader | Warlock Jungkook x Witch f.Reader ⤜ Friends/Enemies/Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 5,143 ⚠️ Dub-con. Spitroasting. Blood/blood play. Biting/marking. Rough/forceful sex. Power play. Degradation & praise. ⇽ Previous Chapter ◅ Back to chapter list

The moon is a ruddy crimson overhead. The shadowed center makes it look like a giant red eye looking down on the debauchery happening in the glen. Jimin's right when he says you wanted to be part of a Trifecta once. In fact, it was all you dreamed about for the longest time. All throughout high school and into university, you obsessed over it. Even through the fuzz of the Imperium potion, deep down inside, you can feel a sliver of your own desire for the power that will come with forming this bond with Jimin and Jungkook. That might scare you even more than the predatory way they both are looking at you right now.

"Do me a favor, love, and make it comfortable for us here in the glen," Jimin requests, his voice dripping sweetness in your ear.

You think of warmer weather. "Temperatus." The spell command comes easy, pulling on the strings of your inner well and manifesting a balmy atmosphere around you.

Jungkook sighs in contentment. "That's heavenly. I knew you were powerful, but damn, that's something extra special," he muses, stripping out of his leather jacket and white t-shirt. Your body warms quickly with the temperature increase, the fall chill no longer touching anything within twenty feet of you.

In a few short moments, Jimin and Jungkook are both down to their own naked glories. Their bodies are lithe, cut, and powerful under the glow of the blue torches and faint crimson blush from the moon. This isn't the first time you've seen Jimin naked, but it is the first time you've seen Jungkook like this. There is a niggling in the back of your mind, a defiant line of thinking that wants to rebel at the indecency. It's an odd sensation, being able to have coherent thoughts but not being able to act on them. You can't help but think if this is how the Imperium potion works for everyone. It's not like you've ever been dosed with it before so you don't know from personal experience and you can't say you've ever had the opportunity to talk to one of the individuals dosed by Jessel, either.

Producing a large blade, Jimin steps up beside you still restrained on the altar, cutting off your internal thoughts. "How about we make you a bit more comfortable, huh, love?"

Inside you say no but you nod the best you can with your head still hanging off the edge of the stone block anyway. The muscles in your neck are already feeling taught and achy from trying to hold your head up to keep yourself from getting dizzy. The sound of the blade slicing through your shirt sends a shiver down your spine. Your left foot is lifted up, Jungkook's strong fingers working quickly at the laces of your boot. It thumps to the ground before he grabs up the other and does the same. It barely registers to you that Jimin runs the tip of the blade along your sternum, right under the band of your bra. You really like this bra.

"Don't," you manage to fumble out, snagging for a momentary grip on your sanity. The murkiness from the Imperium potion rolls back in just as soon as the word passes your lips.

Jimin gives you a sharp look, the blade poised right between your breasts. "Don't? That potion is supposed to be impossible to beat back. Did you do something to screw it up? You better not have lied to me."

You don't want to answer, but fighting against speaking is nearly as effective as trying to chew off your own tongue. "No," you grit passed clenched teeth. It should be impossible to resist the potion. There is only one species in existence that has ever been able to. "I made it just the way Jessel taught me to."

Jungkook harrumphs, snapping the button off your jeans when it doesn't open easily under his fingers. The zipper receives a similar treatment before he's yanking the denim down your thighs and tossing them to the side. Just like Imperium, Relaxant is impervious to natural will, it can't be countered without outside means...unless you're- well, you're not so it doesn't matter. "Sounds to me like your little witch has a secret," he narrows his eyes, glaring at you as he rips your panties off. The cotton fabric leaves stinging welts along your hips with the force at which they're torn away. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes.

"Impossible," Jimin shakes his head, snicking the band of your bra with the knife, "I would know if she had even the smallest bit of Seraph in her system." The material peels back and your breasts pop free and settle with a jiggle. Jungkook doesn't look so sure of Jimin's assurance, but he just shrugs and steps over the small moat to rummage through a bag off to the side. You try to track them both with your eyes, but it becomes increasingly harder with how heavy your head feels.

"I got the chalice. Also, lavender, sage, and three jade crystals," Jungkook lists off the items in his hands, setting them beside you on the altar. "You memorized the symbols, right?"

Even with his eyes black as the night, you know Jimin is rolling them from the way his shoulders tense and then sag with annoyance. "You just worry about your part and I'll worry about mine. Goddess, Jungkook, act like you have a little trust in me. I'm about to make all your dreams come true for fucks sake." He snatches up the chalice, holding it up just high enough so you can see it. You recognize it and a cold thread of fear settles in your belly. It's Jessel's hexing chalice, a powerful vessel carved from the bones of a Salem witch. It's easily the most powerful implement within the coven, and these assholes want to use it during the Trifecta ritual. Fuck.

"Demon asshole," Jungkook mutters under his breath. "Okay, little witch, time for a taste." He licks his lips and moves to stand at your head. "Just relax for me, this will only hurt for a moment but then I promise it'll feel good."

You've never been bitten by a vampire before, but you've heard stories. They don't do it justice. Jungkook stoops down beside you, one hand braced on your sternum, the other cupping the back of your head. "Get on with it and don't be greedy, we need her to be conscious." Jimin's snarking comment registers only faintly, your attention is so focused on the beast looming before you.

Jungkook's eyes have taken on a crimson tinge, a bloody ring surrounding the natural brown. "Maybe once all this is over you'll be able to forgive us and I can ask you on a proper date," he murmurs into your ear as he draws closer. "The bite of a vampire can be addicting," he continues, his nose brushing against your frantic pulse, "So, I won't hold it against you if you become obsessed with me. I'll indulge all those naughty vampire fantasies I know you read about. Jimin told me all about your secret bookshelf." His chuckle is dark and full of promise, sending a thrilling chill down your spine. No, it's not thrilling. You lament internally, berating your body for its reaction; not sure if it can be entirely blamed on the potion or not.

His cold lips press into your clammy skin first. Wetness slides along your neck and you realize he's licking you. It's like a melting ice cube skimming over you. Your mind is trying to remember whether or not the neck is truly an erogenous zone or if the sudden heat swelling in the pit of your stomach is because you're about to be sick. You can feel his mouth opening, his lips pulling back and the thin, sharp line of his teeth settling against the side of your throat.

You gasp and shudder. Pain flares brightly for a moment before it's replaced by what you could only describe as ecstasy. Your entire body feels soft and gooey, but taut and on edge at the same time. There are warring emotions and flitting feelings creating a blurring cyclone within. The well inside you surges up, seeking. Jungkook moans, the sound vibrating along your neck. You can feel the way he sucks your blood into his mouth. The slight suctioning strums directly down to your clit. He might as well be face down between your thighs, but instead, it feels like a phantom lover is worshiping you on the altar.

Jungkook finally pulls away. Warmth gushes along your neck, weeping into your hair from the angle, when his lips leave you. Jimin immediately steps forward and grabs the chalice, holding it out to Jungkook who leans over and promptly empties his mouth into the cup. He's back at your neck nearly as quickly, laving his tongue over the small punctures there, sealing them and stopping the trickle of blood running into your hair.

"Now, me," Jimin instructs with impatience clearly in his tone.

When Jungkook straightens up and swings back around to face Jimin your eyes widen in surprise. You're at the perfect height to see the raging erection he's now sporting. It sways and bobs as he moves, like a hypnotic pendulum. The head is blushed a pretty purple, thanks to the soft blue light emanating from the torches. Jungkook snatches Jimin's free hand, yanking his wrist to his lips. He's not gentle the way he was with you. His teeth viciously sink into Jimin's wrist, easily rending the flesh like wet paper. Jimin hisses, his brow scrunching and lips twisting. The expression on his face shifts, now hovering between pain and pleasure.

"Blegh, it's like licking a dirty fireplace," Jungkook grimaces after spitting a mouthful of Jimin's blood into the chalice to join yours. "You taste much better when you're not geeked out with horns." The idea that Jungkook knows what Jimin tastes like already is like a plumping gloss being spread over your lips, just not the ones on your face. Based on what your body experienced when Jungkook bit you, you can only imagine what would have transpired between these two following that.

Jimin snorts a laugh, his now evident erection jerking with the action. "Whatever. Hurry up, it'll take a while for me to do the symbols."

Jungkook takes his left wrist between his teeth and then adds his own blood to the chalice. You realize he doesn't close the punctures on Jimin's wrist or his own, but the blood has already stopped flowing from their wounds. It's not fair they can heal like that, it definitely puts a damper on the revenge plot bubbling in the back of your mind. How do you kill supernaturals that heal almost instantly?

You jolt when you feel smooth skin pressing against your own. Jimin nudges your knees open, pressing in so tightly you can feel his erection nestle against the apex of your thighs. It's still warm from your temperature enchantment but a cold sweat breaks out along your brow. The words 'harmless fuck' echo in your mind with a brief moment of clarity. You're naked, they're naked...you know what is required for a true Trifecta bonding and it's just now really setting in. Your internal will beats against the purple haze from the potion. It's a fruitless effort, like trying to hold water in a mesh bucket. There are minor moments of cognizant freedom but it doesn't last long as it slips through the cloudy mush and trickles away over and over again.

Warm wetness trickles onto your stomach as Jimin tilts the chalice above you. He begins an incantation, the words are harsh and guttural, a language you've only heard in passing. The last time you heard someone speak Infernal, it was during a shady back alley summoning that Jimin dragged you to. Not your brightest moment, that's for sure. It scared the hell out of you but had Jimin smiling ear to ear. The Trifecta ritual incantation can be spoken in any language, but depending on the language chosen it can impact the effectiveness of the bond itself. Most records of Trifecta bonds report they're done in either English or Latin. You're not sure what kind of impact Infernal is going to have.

You open your mouth to speak, to try to cut off his words, but you end up gnashing your teeth together instead. His slender fingers swirl in the combined blood mixture he dripped onto your stomach. All the heat you felt previously from Jungkook's bite has been replaced with sterilizing and potent fear. You can hear Jungkook inhale a deep breath from beside you. His erection bobs in your peripheral. Your wide eyes are locked onto Jimin as he continues to trace bloody symbols onto your body. The lines and curls of the ritual markings extend from your throat to the tops of your thighs.

"You're so beautiful, little witch," Jungkook murmurs into the quiet after Jimin's voice trails off and his bloody work on your body is done. Jungkook's words shouldn't make you feel anything, but the number of times he's uttered about how beautiful you are tonight has a warm sensation filtering into your limbs. You blame the potion. It has to be the potion.

Jimin repeats the incantation and symbol on his own body. You watch, transfixed, as he dips his finger into the skull chalice and swirls his finger over the ridges of his abdomen and chest. His eyes flutter shut occasionally and the rise and fall of his chest has increased. "JK," he rasps once he's finished.

Jungkook crowds in closer to the altar. One of his hands absently fondles your breasts, avoiding the bloody glyphs, as Jimin begins to repeat the process over his form. As the words trail off once again, they're both panting softly with their eyes locked on one another. "Now the fun begins," Jungkook smirks. His tongue darts out and swipes over his lips before he shuffles around the altar and comes to stand back at your head. "I hope you're not a gagger, little witch."

Jimin sets the chalice beside you on the altar and arranges the lavender, sage, and jade crystals in a way you can't see. "It's time, love," Jimin informs you, his voice soft and sweet in comparison to how it was just moments ago. You can hear the wet sounds of something coming from his direction but it's so hard to hold your head up that you're able to only catch the faintest glimmer of red before you sag back down. His hips roll against yours gently, bringing warm wetness with them, but the way his thick cock presses between your folds might as well be a violent slap to your senses. "You're going to repeat after me, okay?" Wet fingers probe at your body, worming around Jimin's cock and slowly slipping into you then pulling back out. It takes immense effort to not shudder with pleasure and want from the small intrusion.

Jungkook tilts up your head. One of his thumbs flicks over your bottom lip and your tongue peeks out to tease his digit of its own accord. "Okay," you whisper even though you want to scream a stun spell at him instead.

He begins slowly, enunciating each syllable. The Infernal language is not meant for mere witch tongues, but somehow it flows easily from between your lips. Jimin's eyes narrow just a fraction but he doesn't stop the incantation. You're faintly aware of Jungkook whispering the words from above you as well. This part of the Trifecta bond is where wedding vows originated. You may not know the Infernal language, but you know these words all the same. They're promises of devotion and power. There are only two things more powerful than a Trifecta bond, being soulmates among like-paranormals and a mated pair between shifters. You once thought you might discover that Jimin was your soulmate, that you just needed to be patient and let Fate and the Goddess guide you. Where are The Goddess and Fate now, when you need them the most? Is this really what they want for you? Your mind is drifting with these thoughts but your lips keep moving, pushing the words of the final rites into existence.

Silence rings out when you finish. Not even the sounds of insects break the moment. What comes next could be considered a mockery of the archaic practice known as marital consummation. Really, it's the baring of your soul. There aren't many things more physically and emotionally intimate than sharing your body with another being. With one last push to break through the fog and stop this, you latch onto a small slip of coherency.

Victory shines in your eyes, warmth fills your belly in triumph. The clarity holds, somehow you've forced yourself beyond the effects of the Imperium potion. Now, all you need to do is utter one word. Your lips part, the spell you need to stop all of this forms in the back of your throat. The word turns to ash in your mouth, the only thing that escapes is an airy gasp as Jimin snaps his hips forward and fills you completely. The intrusion and violation are accompanied by alien sensations of wicked pleasure.

"Fuck," Jimin curses, hands palming the backs of your thighs with your knees up. "I knew this would be good. You've been holding out on me, keeping this sweet pussy all to yourself like a selfish little bitch. Not anymore, you're our whore now. Isn't that right, love?" He retreats and surges into you again, quickly setting an impressive pace that has your arms straining in the iron bands and your ass digging into the rough stone lip of the altar.

Your voice finally starts to work. "Termi-," your yell gets cut off by Jungkook's hand slapping over your mouth. Jerking as hard as you can, you try to dislodge Jimin from between your thighs. Jimin snarls and shifts his hands to clamp onto your hips instead. He continues to pump into you, forcing your body against the altar.

"What the fuck, Jimin? A curse?!" Jungkook growls, baring his teeth at the other man over you. "She almost just-".

"I know what she almost just did!" Jimin cuts him off. You can hear his harsh breaths sawing in and out of his lungs with the exertion he's putting into fucking you and trying to talk, too. "It shouldn't be possible," he hisses. "But, if she is able to break through the effects of the potion then that's just another bonus for us. Part witch, part Seraph...think of the power we'll get once the Trifecta is complete. Get your dick in her mouth and finish this," his words fumble out, mixed with huffed moans and grunts.

"You better not be lying to me," Jungkook grunts to himself. He moves his other hand to the hinge of your jaw and presses harshly with his thumb. "Curses aren't my kind of foreplay. I'm going to stick my dick in your mouth, little witch, if you try to utter another curse or bite me, I'll snap your neck. If we have to, we'll bond with your corpse then leave you here. It'll be weeks before the coven comes back. What with the terrible things that happened to sweet, innocent Rebecca and all," he chuckles darkly with her name, "It'll be too late for you then, your body will have already begun to decay. You'd get to add zombie to your identification card. So, play nice for me." You wonder if the illusion is still holding strong or if this is really Jungkook showing his true colors.

Your body rocks with the force of Jimin fucking you. The iron bands around your arms, securing you to the altar, bite into your flesh from the strain the movements cause. No matter how much you fight it, even with your head clear of the purple cloud, your body still betrays you. The thought of taking Jungkook into your mouth has saliva pooling around your tongue. You could blame the lingering effects of his bite, but even that has dissipated. The bite of pain from the shackles, the way Jimin's cock rubs along your walls, and the fervent way Jungkook is staring at you like you're The Goddess incarnate has a different kind of feeling building inside. Your well of magic wants to reach out and claim these beings, dragging in streamers of their magic and adding it to your own. Plus, fighting fire with fire might teach these assholes not to fuck with you in the future.

A muffled moan sounds against Jungkook's palm, unbidden from your throat. "Be a good little whore and just accept it," Jimin gives with his own moan. "Don't forget I know all about your fantasies, love, I know you like this, you want this. Give up control and submit before your Goddess!"

Your eyes meet Jungkook's above you. They're still tinged in crimson, if anything the bloody ring has grown. "It's okay to want to be bad, little witch. It doesn't mean you're broken," he ends in a whisper, his eyes softening into something resembling adoration. His thumb that's pressed into your jaw gives a soft, coaxing rub. Definitely the illusion you think. "Open up for me."

The hand over your mouth slowly pulls away, sliding to cup the other side of your face. For a moment, you think his guard is down enough you could get the entire Terminus curse out in time, but you find yourself opening your mouth in silent invitation instead. A throbbing sensation engulfs your lower stomach as Jimin rewards you with a thumb pressed to your clit, swirling small circles over the bundle of nerves. You give him a quick glance through the valley between your bouncing breasts. He's magnificent. Sweat glistens with a blue hue on his skin. The blood-coated muscles along his shoulders and chest are bulging with his exertion. Pitch-black eyes lock onto yours, lips parted enough that you can see the gleam of his teeth as he pants and moans softly.

You glance at the sky above you. The moon is nearing its zenith, lunar energy radiating so powerfully that you can feel it tingling along your skin. It heightens the pleasure. The sensations flowing along your nerve endings spark and undulate with each breath you take. As you settle back, letting your head fully rest into Jungkook's hands and your tongue slide over your bottom teeth, you can't help but acknowledge that they may not have actually needed the Imperium potion after all; the power and pull were always there, you were just scared of the depravity. Though, you can guarantee that their actions will have consequences, they just don't know it yet.

Jungkook nudges the head of his cock against your waiting tongue. The chill of his body is a welcome balm to the heat blaring through you. The angle is odd, tilting your head back as far as it'll go, in order to let Jungkook slide into your mouth like this. You close your eyes against the dizzy wave that consumes you from your head hanging upside down. It might be unusual for you, but Jungkook groans in approval when he easily slips into the back of your throat. The glide is smooth and linear, allowing him to go further than you'd normally be comfortable with. A chill sets in your tongue, reminiscent of sucking on a melting popsicle.

You can feel Jungkook shift, his body pressing over top of yours. A moan vibrates in the back of your throat as his wet tongue swipes over one of your nipples. He nibbles and sucks, earning an approving grunt from Jimin before moving his attention to your other breast. You squirm as much as you can while pinned between them. If your hands were free, they'd be buried in Jungkook's hair or scraping your nails over Jimin's chest. Instead, you clamp your fingers around the lip of the stone to further lock your hands in place, giving your body added stability so you can rock up to meet Jimin's hips.

"Fuck," Jimin gasps when you flex up to meet him. "That's right, fuck yourself on my cock like the dirty magical whore you are." His hips stutter as you do it again. His thumb begins to rub harsher circles over your clit and your walls contract around him in response. Another moan peals from his lips. "I'm close," he manages out with another sound of pleasure. "I can feel the power surge coming, the moon is calling to us."

Jungkook sucks your nipple into his mouth and you can feel the sharp line of his teeth glide over your skin. He continues his assault on your mouth, making an ache settle in your jaw with how wide you're having to keep your mouth to accommodate him. His taste is sweet on your tongue, like warm spice cookies. The flavor contrasts with the ice of his skin and it drives your senses into overdrive. You work your tongue around the crown each time his hips retreat, then hollow your cheeks and suck when he thrusts back in.

Your chest heaves with the surmounting, combined forces in and around your body. The precipice is so close, you can feel the edge coming closer as the moon just begins its crest. With the next flex of your hips, you use the momentum from Jimin's body to push your chest up against Jungkook's mouth still sucking your nipple. He gives a startled jerk as you force his teeth to indent into your flesh and they make the smallest pricks that bubble blood instantly. Your body shudders in response.

The moon hangs directly above, a temptress dressed in crimson. Like a lost sailor at sea, you give in to its siren call. Power floods your system, immediately sending you over the edge. You cry out around Jungkook's cock which is now pumping thick strands of cum into the hollows of your cheeks. It floods your mouth with sticky sweetness that you swallow down around a pleasured scream. Jimin's body locks tightly against yours, fingers bruising on your hips as he pumps his own release deep inside you. Your walls flutter, contracting and milking him with force.

Numbness settles along your bones. Time feels suspended. Slowly, a burning begins at the tips of your toes and fingers. Within moments your entire body feels inflamed. The well of power inside you bubbles and boils; pops of magic sizzle through your muscles. Jungkook pulls back, strands of bloody saliva drip from his bottom lip and down his chin. "Goddess," he whispers with a curse, "the power..." His hips retreat and his half-hard cock slowly slides from your mouth. You gasp in a lungful of air that instantly bats aside the desire to punch him for not moving quickly enough.

Jimin pries his fingers from their grip on your hips before he staggers back. His flagging erection pulls free with a gush of cum and mixed arousal. You can feel it begin to slide down your ass. "It's divine." He throws his head back and laughs, his whole body shaking, arms thrown wide. "Fucking Hell, that's exactly what I needed."

You clear your throat, catching both of their attention. "Right," Jungkook has the gall to actually look apologetic. His strong fingers make quick work of the iron bands holding your arms. "Sorry," he mutters, "you know we didn't mean any harm, we just couldn't help it- it's the blood moon, er- the power and stuff, you know? I mean, you wanted it too, right? So, no harm." You don't acknowledge his explanation, much less his apology. It's not like he sees the truth yet anyway; but, oh he will.

Working your limbs slowly, you shift until you're seated on the altar. Your hair is a mess, your body aches, and the well of power inside you aches with a vigor that's never been there before. You can feel the added power, the strength you took from both Jimin and Jungkook during the Trifecta bonding, but there's also something else; something more potent.

You slide off the altar onto steady legs and take a few steps away, stepping over the shallow stream. It's hard to settle on any single thought right now, there is so much to think about and consider. But, there is one thing you know for certain; your revenge plan begins now. They're both shuffling around behind you, pulling on their clothes. You can hear the distinct slide of fabric over their skin. It feels like it's gliding along your own. The Trifecta bond is a soul-deep connection that gives you all the insight you need. They're both nervous. You can tell by their stilted breathing and the slight tremors in their hands as they do up their zippers. They should be nervous- afraid. Just as you can now feel their power, they can feel yours. They can feel everything.

With a slow turn, you face them again. "Listen, I kno-," Jimin begins but you throw up a hand and his words are cut off.

"Pareo." You put as much power and command into the spell as is safe. Even still, you can tell it burns along their conscious minds, leaving a mark that will take a while to wear away. They both still, bodies quivering with the need to obey you. Sure, you're not supposed to use this particular spell, as it has some interesting side effects such as mindless devotion that may or may not linger longer than a spell typically should...but, no one can stop you, least of all these two assholes. You close the distance between you, coming to stand right in front of them both. They're still shirtless. The evidence of their diabolical plan is plain for you to see. The blood coating their upper bodies has mostly dried into a dark stain that's cracked and flaking where their muscles move. "Now, boys, I hope you can learn a lesson from this. This is no way to treat a friend and just because it's Halloween, doesn't mean you get to be monsters. I think you both could use a lesson in manners, what do you think?"

Both of their eyes are wide, mouths slack. "Yes," they both mumble.

"You," you point to Jungkook, "I'll deal with later. You're part of this, but you're not the one that dragged your best friend out in the middle of the woods and then used an Imperium potion on them. You're nearly just as much a victim of Jimin's bullshit as I am."

Jungkook looks mildly confused but just says, "I understand," then slowly lowers to his knees and waits.

Your eyes slide to Jimin. "But, you, my demonic warlock friend, you're in deep, deep trouble, love." Your eyes flash blue, a feature of your newfound powers you suppose, as you give him a wicked smile and reach for his throat.

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