#I don’t have any candles but I can light a towel on fire if that’s the problem

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The Breaking Point (Part III) - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Read Part I Read Part II

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Sexual content (18+/MDNI). Angst. Season four spoilers.

Author's Note: I decided to combine this final part of The Breaking Point with an anonymous request I received since this was my plan anyway. Thank you, Anon, for sending it in.

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“Levi?” 

He runs a hand through his slicked-back hair, drips of rain dropping from the ends of it. He’s shivering. His eyes are so bloodshot it looks like he needs medical attention. 

“I d-didn’t know where else to g-go… c-can I come in?” 

You grab his arm and pull him inside rather than say anything. You close the door again and turn around to face him. 

“Listen, I’m s-sorry for coming in here a-and dripping all–all over your floor, but I-I-I wanted to talk–” 

“I hate to interrupt, but before you go any further, you need to take a shower and get these wet clothes off. Like now.” 

He doesn’t fight you. He looks at the floor and gives you a small nod. You lead him to the bathroom and turn on the shower to the warmest setting, your remembrance that he likes scalding hot showers coming in handy now. You also leave a towel for him on the sink, as well as the candle so he’s able to see. 

He walks into the bathroom, stands by the shower, and looks at you. 

“Give me your clothes,” you say. “I’ll wring them out and hang them up to dry.” 

His eyes widen a little. He takes off his jacket and hands it to you. The thing is so heavy with water and dripping all over the place. You drape it over your forearm but away from your body so it doesn’t drip onto you or your robe. His muscles glisten in the light of the flame as he works to take his shirt off. You see a few new scars on his lower torso. 

One by one, until it comes down to him taking off his pants. He looks at you. You don’t catch on immediately but you quickly turn on your heel, away from him, to give him privacy. 

“Right. Sorry.” 

Once he takes everything else off and hands it to you, you exit the bathroom and call out to him. 

“Let me know if you need anything.” 

“Thank you.” 

You close the door. You are suddenly grateful for his habit of long showering times. It’ll give you time to think. You sigh deeply and throw your head back, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, and curse the universe at this cruel trick it’s playing on you. It was worse enough breaking Levi’s heart, now he’s showing up unannounced at your door in the middle of the night? God. 

You pad to the kitchen and place the clothes in the sink. One by one, you wring them all out the best you can. But no matter how much you work to do so, water keeps coming out. By the time you’re done, your hands are sore and red. You look over to the fireplace to find just dull embers glowing. Shouldn’t be too difficult to start a fire again. 

Once you get that done, you take the clothes and place them near the fire. After that, it’s mopping the floors of the rain Levi trekked in. Then, it’s making some tea. You know he’s going to want it. But you decide to not give him his favorite black tea. But rather opting for peppermint tea as it doesn’t have any caffeine. And it looks like he’s been awake for a week straight. 

You sit patiently on the couch waiting for Levi to emerge from his shower. And after about 45 minutes, you hear the water shut off. Anxiety brews in your chest uneasily, though you can’t quite figure out why. He’s the one who barged in here. 

Eventually, you hear footsteps approach you. You look at him, only clad in a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. You look away quickly. 

“Apologies for the indecency,” he murmurs. 

“All good, your clothes aren’t dry yet.” 

“Yeah, I figured.” 

He sits down on the opposite end of the couch from you. The silence is so awkward that you just want to run away and hide. You take a few breaths before you speak, desperately trying to get the small talk out of the way to make room for the big talk. 

“Are you warmed up now?” 

“Yes, much better now.” 

“Good.” 

“This is a nice place,” he looks around slowly. “You did well.” 

“Thank you. It’s cozy. I like it here.” 

“Good, I’m glad.” 

A silence fills the air for a few moments. You nervously twiddle your thumbs. 

“So… you’re probably wondering why I came here.” 

You nod your head, staring ahead at the flames, “Yeah.” 

“I… came here to ask if… if there’s any chance of us getting back together,” he says your name cautiously. 

The ball of anxiety that’s been growing for the past hour in your chest pops. 

“I know I’m not good at this sort of thing. But the last few weeks have been hell, and that’s putting it lightly. I should’ve treated you better, listened to you when you voiced concerns about our relationship instead of shutting down. I know that now. And I’m willing to do better, to be better. I have not been able to sleep more than an hour per night because all I see when I close my eyes is you. I still love you and I need you.” 

Your breathing has become erratic but you force it to be quiet and not noticeable so Levi doesn’t see. You close your eyes and lean back on the sofa, not knowing what to say for a moment. 

He whispers, “Please say something.” 

“Did you even hear yourself just now?” 

The question comes out more bitter than you would like. Levi stays silent, waiting for you to continue. You glare at him. 

“You still don’t get it, even after all this time. All the discussions we had. Pretty much all of what you said only concerned you and your well-being. What about me?” 

He nods. 

“Levi, being with you was so fucking hard. Even on days when we had even a few hours to spend together uninterrupted, I was only thinking about the next time you were going to leave. You were gone more than you were with me. That takes a toll on anybody. Imagine if the situation was reversed. How long could you take that before you decided that enough is enough?” 

“I understand your perspective. I thought that when we got together, you knew about all this. I told you that being with me wasn’t going to be easy.” 

“I thought I could handle it,” you shrug. “But turns out, being with you was harder than I could’ve ever expected. Especially on days when I needed you and you weren’t here.” 

“The government is falling. The Jaegerists are taking over everything. I don’t know if you realize this, but everything I do is to protect humanity, which includes you. And I made a promise to Commander Erwin.” 

“Of course. And who am I to get in the way of that?” 

“The only person who can.” 

You look toward him and his gaze is fixed on the fire, the orange and yellow flames lighting his cold blue irises up in the most unusual way. After a second, they revert to yours. 

“Answer me just one thing: was being with me really that terrible?” 

“Of course not,” you answer without any hesitation. “There were many moments in our relationship I loved and still love. I was just thinking about this earlier, but how you used to come home with those beautiful blue flowers or the bread for dinner. Those small gestures are what they are, small, but they meant a lot to me.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Waking up next to you was one of the biggest reliefs, too. Knowing you were there to keep me safe. And when we made love.” 

“I like those memories, too. But I knew there was something wrong when you couldn’t get pregnant, no matter how far we went.” 

You recall the doctor’s visit with Levi. That fateful day they told him that due to his low sperm count, he was infertile. Which, you didn’t quite know how that was possible due to the… size of his loads. But the doctor said that, in rare cases, being severely depressed or stressed can cause infertility in men. And that wasn’t too far off the mark. 

You look to the ground and recall how distant he was after that for a few days. Neither of you was too fond of the idea of having kids, but knowing that the option wasn't even there dealt a blow to the both of you. There were times when you daydreamed about what it would be like to have a little Levi running through the house. The biggest obstacle that you faced about the idea is the state of the world. If you had a choice, you would’ve chosen to not be born. The constant fear of living under the tyranny of the titans was a miserable existence. 

Thankfully though in the past few years, with the Scout Regiment exploring beyond the walls and reaching the sea, humanity was finally free from that tyranny. 

Levi calls your name. You look at him, snapping out of your thoughts. 

“Hm?” 

“Still with me?” 

“Yeah, sorry.” 

“I go back to my original question: is there any chance of us getting back together?” 

You take a deep breath. You have known your answer from the start. 

“No, there isn’t.” 

You almost hear Levi lose his breath. He sits up on the sofa and leans over, putting his elbows on his knees and dropping his head towards the floor. 

“I’m sorry Levi, but… I’m happier now.” 

“Is there somebody else?” 

“What? No.” 

He’s quiet for a moment. The silence is almost unbearable. It’s so tense you could cut it with a knife. 

“If that’s truly how you feel… can I ask one more thing of you before I leave your life for good?” 

“What?” 

“Make love to me one last time.” 

You’re taken aback by his answer. You thought maybe he was asking you to be safe in your day-to-day life, but this was entirely unexpected. He lifts his head up and looks in your direction through the dark tendrils of his hair. 

“Levi, I–” 

“I know. I would just like for us to enjoy one another one last time. But only if you want to, too.” 

You sigh. You definitely don’t feel pressured by his words but just conflicted. He was always intensely respectful when it came to sex with you. Always asking if it was okay, even years into the relationship. It was never pressured from you. In fact, if anything, it was the other way around. Always wanting him. You could never quite get enough. 

You remembered the last time you two fucked. Months ago. Never in a million years would you have thought that it was going to be the last. Perhaps this is a good way to get closure for the both of you; to finally sever the tie. 

He looks at you in a pleading way. 

“Okay.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

He leans back on the sofa and opens his arms, “Then come here.” 

His hand reaches for yours and you look at it for a moment. You’re not sure if this is the greatest idea, but Levi was always a man of his word. Once this is done, he’s leaving your life. For good. After breaking his heart, you could give him this one last thing for him to close this chapter in his life and move on. 

Your hand reaches for his and his fingers close around yours and tugs you in gently. The space between you two on the couch closes and he brings his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. You do the same as he places a hand on the side of your face. His thumb slowly strokes the flesh of your cheek. You can feel his heartbeat raging in his chest against yours. 

After three breaths, Levi pulls away and plants his lips softly on your hairline and lingers for a moment. You feel a stinging in your eyes intensify as he does this. You would most definitely miss this soft side of him, this vulnerable side of him. But you can’t afford to think about it now. This is your decision and your decision alone. 

Levi pulls his mouth away from your forehead and looks at you again, drinking the sight of you in the glow of the fireplace. 

“You’re so beautiful.” 

Before you have the chance to even respond, his lips land on yours in a desperate but delicate way. You lean into the kiss and push back into him. And reality hits: you remember that this is going to be the very last time you two do this together. You savor every moment. You give your all in each and every kiss, every touch. And he seemingly does the same. 

You retreat from his face and get up from the couch. 

“Come on.” 

When you two are in your room, his touch almost instantly becomes needier. He pants in between open-mouthed kisses where his tongue is desperate to feel yours. Low groans rip from his throat with almost every exhale. His length, concealed behind the white towel that still hangs from his hips, strains against your leg to be freed. His fingers slither across your waist and his arm gently wraps around your back to lower you onto the bed comforter. 

He lays in between your legs and everything slows down again. His kisses are so tender and loving. He deviates and goes to your cheeks, your jawline, your neck, your hairline. You know in his mind that he’s savoring every last kiss. It’s almost as if he’s treating you like a fragile item that’s going to break with the slightest touch. 

Your fingertips gently trace along the strong muscles of his back when his tongue makes a long stripe along your collarbone. Your back arches up toward him and you run a hand through his hair. His palm reaches up and kneads your right breast methodically, taking your hard nipple in between his fingers through your robe. Your eyes close. 

“Levi…”

“May I take it off?” 

“Yes.” 

He sits up and takes the belt of your robe in his hands and gently pulls it toward him. The bust immediately falls open. His veiny hands run up your body from your hips and to your shoulders, diving into the fabric to push it all the way off of your torso. He tosses it to the floor. He stares at you from above and drinks your entire body in. His tongue runs over his lips. 

“What a sight…” he murmurs, whisping his fingertips over your naked belly and sternum methodically. “I’ve never seen anyone, or anything, quite as breathtaking as you.” 

Your cheeks heat up as you give him a small smile. He chuckles weakly and shakes his head. 

“I know I never will.” 

You fight the feeling of your eyes stinging behind your lids as he lowers his lips to yours and works to remove his towel. Levi has always been a man of few words. But he’s never told you these things before. Why now? Why at a time like this? 

The both of you are now completely naked against one another. The feeling of his warm chest on yours is something you’ve missed. In the moment, it feels like you two are one. The world has stopped. You place your hands on the side of his face and he grabs your wrist and holds onto it. His tongue delicately explores your mouth again, slipping against yours with ease and softness. 

His mouth makes its way south to the corner of your lips, your chin, your jaw, your neck. His tongue runs over one of your perked nipples with an elongated lick. He grabs your breast and begins to suck, taking his time to carefully wrap his lips around it. As the sound of his licking echoes in your ears, your arm wraps around his head and pushes him into your chest further. His other hand massages your other breast and he switches between the two. He does this for a few minutes. At one point, he licks one just once and then goes to the other. 

By the time he goes further down your body, your nipples are reddened and slightly swollen from his assault. He pecks, licks, and kisses your ribs, making you squirm underneath his touch with such need that you haven’t felt in months. On his way further down, his tongue circles your belly button. He tenderly places both of your legs up on the rounds of his shoulders and settles in between your legs. 

He presses a kiss on the lips of your pussy. In his mind, this is the wettest you’ve ever been for him. In your mind, you think the same. Your fingertips find his hair and gently stroke through it. He bobs his head slowly up and down as his tongue slides up and down your cunt and produces waves of pleasure that radiate through your pelvis. You throw your head back and close your eyes, relishing the feeling of him in between your thighs. 

“That’s it, that’s my good girl,” he praises with a muffled voice and intertwines a set of your fingers in his. “Enjoy yourself.” 

Your hips rut up against his lips. You simply cannot help it. And Levi doesn’t stop you, either. In fact, he likes it. Low groans emit from his mouth and vibrate into your sex. It feels so good. He always loves pleasing you and making you feel good. So much so that a lot of the time, he was perfectly content not getting himself off. Getting you off was getting him off. And you adored him for that. 

Just when there’s enough of his spit and your arousal to drip down into the comforter, he takes one of his fingers in his mouth, circles it against your entrance, and slowly pushes it in. The feeling makes you whine loudly. Your pussy clamps down on his digit and Levi swears in his mind that you’ve somehow gotten tighter. He can’t wait to slide his cock into it again and feel just how good you are. 

He hooks his finger up into your G-spot. 

“Shit, Levi, fuck, yes.”

“Feeling good?” his breath fans on your cunt but his finger continues.

“Yes.” 

“Good,” he says as he shoves another finger in. “I want you to cum all over my fingers. Can you do that for me?” 

You nod your head as you gasp out, unable to form a proper verbal response to his plea. 

“You always make me so proud, you know,” he says in between kissing, sucking, and licking. “So smart. So passionate. So obedient. So goddamn gorgeous...” 

The combination of the praising, his mouth, and his fingers is enough to get you to the edge very quickly. When his tongue slides up and down and back and forth across your clit again, you stop moaning and even stop breathing. It feels too good. Your legs stiffen on Levi’s shoulders. You begin to shake. 

“Levi, I’m… I’m close.” 

“That’s it, thaaat’s it…” he coaxes as your clit is sucked. “Give it to me. I want it. I want every drop of my pretty girl’s cum down my throat. Please, baby.” 

His pleading is so desperate and needy. It pushes you over.

“I’m cumming, Levi, I’m cumming, fuck, I’m cumming…” 

Your hips rock up against his mouth again and you grip Levi’s hand in yours so harshly that your knuckles turn white. He continues to moan against your pussy. Initially, you don’t make a sound. Your orgasm just absolutely rips through you so hard that you can’t even make a sound. Once you can actually inhale, you scream out Levi’s name over and over again. It’s all you can register. He continues his actions as you go through the motions of your orgasm. You squirm and have to physically push his head away to get him to stop as your clit becomes too sensitive to touch. 

You pant heavily. Your eyes remain closed. Mouth agape. He comes up to your mouth and kisses you. When his tongue plays with yours again, you taste yourself on him. You moan out quietly in response. You two stay like that for a few minutes as you get a bearing on your surroundings again. Your palm plants itself against Levi’s chest and pushes him down onto the bed. He complies. 

You turn around to grab a hair tie from the drawer of your nightstand. You push it down your wrist and climb over Levi’s waist so you straddle him from above. He looks up at you as you tie up your hair. He reaches up and grabs your breasts, kneading them in his hands just like before. Your hips grind back and forth so your pussy lazily slides up and down on his cock. Your cum covers his length. He reaches down and uses his thumb to stroke your wetness up to the underside of his swollen head. 

When your hair is up, you lean over and kiss him. His hands immediately land on your waist. They run up and down the length of your body. You feel him tilt his hips up into yours with want. You work your way down his body, just like he did. When you reach his nipples and take them in your mouth, he groans loudly. You know that’s one of his more sensitive spots. 

“Shit, that feels good.” 

Your mouth works one nipple, your thumb works the other. He’s panting so loud and fast that it sounds like he’s just run a marathon. He’s squirming and jerking slightly. He buries a hand in the lower half of your tied-up hair and tightens his grip on it. You love how easily it was to break down Humanity’s Strongest with just a flick or two of your tongue. 

When you decide that he’s had enough, you move down to his strong stomach, kissing every muscle and scar there. He watches you like a hawk and presses his length up against your body to get some relief, as well as to encourage you to move faster. Instead, you latch your mouth to his skin to make dark hickies all over his lower torso. This is something you’ve never done to him before. He moans quietly as you do so. The mix of dull pain and intense pleasure is something that he could definitely tolerate. 

Over the course of a few minutes, you successfully manage to leave three dark purple marks with speckles of red along the skin of his hips. You press your lips to each one and Levi’s dick twitches against your collarbone. He looks down at the marks you’ve made and a smirk spreads across his features. You know he likes it. 

You shift downward so his length is right in front of your face. You wrap a hand around his dick, around its base, and a strained hiss leaves his lips. He shifts his hips up into your grip. The head is just absolutely glistening with precum and even a couple of translucent drips have traveled down to his balls. 

Eagerly, you make one giant stripe with the flat of your tongue up the underside of his entire cock. The groan he lets out sounds like one of relief. Still, his intense gaze on you doesn’t waiver. His taste dances across your mouth. You lick your lips. Always tastes so good. 

“Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours, princess. Let’s see that tongue.” 

You follow his orders and he grabs at the base of his length to slap the head of himself against your tongue over and over again, producing a wet, muted slapping sound. When he can’t take it anymore, he gently pushes his cock into your mouth. He plants a soft grip on your scalp and uses it to guide your entire head up and down on him. He’s so gentle with it. He throws his head back and his entire body twitches with pleasure. His muscles move and contract deliciously in the light. 

It is moments like these where you relish Levi’s vulnerability. How he felt comfortable enough with you to let go. To let down his guard and focus on something other than his title and trauma. In your mind, you’ve always been thankful that’s something you can give to him. 

“Fuck, baby, fuck … I love fucking your mouth like this, could do it for hours … Only you can make this dick cum so hard and fast … You’re such a good girl, my good girl … Yes, yes, yes.” 

Each praise, each word that leaves his mouth leaves your pussy dripping with lust. He sounds so unhinged and needy that it’s actually making your cunt ache. All you can focus on is how sexy he looks as he continues to fuck your mouth to his heart’s desire. When you hear his moans get higher in pitch and his grip get slightly tighter in your hair, you know he’s close. He looks down at you every now and again, needing to see your eyes as you take him as well as you do. Your lashes batting at him is enough to drive him insane. 

Soon enough, he slows his rhythm in your mouth and pulls you off. His cock leaves your mouth a pop sound. He cups your face and pulls you up to him, then leans you both over so he’s hovering over top of you again. His lips are slow and passionate on yours and wrap around your tongue to suck on it. You both moan. 

“I’m going to slide it in now, baby.” 

“Please do.” 

“Please?” he raises an eyebrow and his tone evolves into one of teasing. “Are you begging?” 

“Maybe…” 

“I like it.” 

“Well in that case… please fuck me, Levi. Please fuck this pussy. Your pussy.” 

His eyes slightly widen but he’s quick to react. His hand guides his rock-hard length against your soaking slit in an up-and-down motion. The head rubs up against your swollen clit again and again. You bite your lip and shift your pussy back against him. He hums in satisfaction when he looks down and sees himself coated in you. 

He taps the head against your clit twice and pushes himself in. Both of you gasp. You instinctively cling onto his body, nails digging into his back, and he buries his face in your neck. He goes slow. Not slow to the point where it’s unbearable, but slow enough. You know he’s savoring you. It feels as though every inch of him is exploring every inch of you in a relaxed way. It feels nice. Unexpectedly nice. 

“I know I’ve said this a million times before,” he begins, slightly straining as he continues to roll his hips into yours. “But you feel so fucking good, baby. That pussy feels so good. So tight.” 

You moan and respond by kissing his neck. His cock continues to slide in and out of you at a slower pace. It feels like this is the deepest he’s ever been. He slides all the way in, balls deep, then all the way out, to his tip. As he does this, your G-spot is hit. You fidget against his body, wanting a better angle. 

“Are you comfortable?” he asks, stopping and looking at you. “Here, let’s put a pillow underneath you.” 

He folds a nearby pillow in half and uses his arm to lift your lower back up off the mattress. Swiftly, he puts the pillow beneath it. There’s a tension relieved from your upper back. He lowers you back down. All of this while he’s still inside.

“Better?” 

“Yeah, thank you.” 

He resumes thrusting and this time, he places a hand on your lower stomach and softly pushes down. This, in combination with the pillow, is a much better angle and feeling than before, even with how slow he’s going. It’s almost as if he read your mind. Maybe he just knows you that well. 

“Oh,” you moan. “This feels… nice.” 

“Good. Always want to make you feel good.” 

You press your lips to his as he proceeds to fuck you softly and slowly. It feels so intimate. So different from the past couple of months. It doesn’t take either of you long before you’re wanting to cum. When he picks up his pace slightly, you feel more pleasure in your pelvis as that spot inside you gets hit over and over again. The familiar sound of skin-on-skin slapping fills the room. Your cunt is gripping Levi’s dick with such force that, in his mind, he doesn’t know how much longer he can last. You’re in the same boat. Levi almost gets embarrassed, but then he remembers that it’s been a while since you two made love. 

“I’m almost there,” he whispers against your neck. 

“Me too.” 

“Cum with me, sweetheart.” 

“Mhm, okay.” 

“Can I… can I cum inside you?” 

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” 

“Fuck, good.” 

A few minutes later, you and Levi orgasm at the same time. Your walls flutter around his dick as you cum and he pulses inside of you, covering every last inch of your pussy with ropes of his cum. You two moan out each other’s names so loudly that you’re slightly worried that the neighbors can possibly hear. He continues to fuck you through your orgasms before slowing down and eventually coming to a complete stop. 

He lays on top of you for a while. You run your hand through his hair and it nearly puts him to sleep. Both of you relish the post-coitus glow. 

But then reality hits and that glow vanishes with a snap of the fingers. 

* * * 

Once you’re up and dressed again, you fetch Levi’s clothes as he sits on the bed in his boxer briefs. To your relief, the clothes are finally dry. Once you fold them, you pad back towards the bedroom and open the door. You walk over to Levi and place them beside him when he’s unresponsive to your presence. 

“Thanks,” he mutters quietly. 

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you alone to get dressed.” 

“Appreciate it.” 

You sit on the couch and wait for him to appear. Your mind is racing with a million questions and a million thoughts. Truth be told, you’re questioning your well-thought-out decision that changed both of your lives just a few short weeks ago. Nights like these were the highlight of your relationship, no doubt. But they were far and few in between.

I cannot let one night cloud my judgment and allow it to question my decision, you think to yourself. What we did just now was for closure purposes, Levi said it himself. 

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear him call your name. He sits down on the couch next to you.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks, eyes staring into yours.

“Good! Feeling good. How about you?” 

“I’m doing well, too.” 

“Good, glad to hear it.” 

“I should probably head back to HQ. Sun is rising soon and you’re probably very tired.” 

“I’m not too tired, actually. But are you sure you wanna head back now? It’s still pouring rain out.” 

“Yes. Everyone is going to wonder where I am.” 

{🎵 Backroads (Redux) - Lonely The Brave}

It’s at this moment that you realize that your decision was the right one to make. 

The sucker punch you feel in your gut tells you that nothing is going to change. Not right now, anyway. There’s a part of you that will always love him, that will always be loyal to him. And who knows… maybe in the future things might be different, and you two can give things another shot. The future is unpredictable. 

But, for right now… you have to let him go. Not for only your sake, but his, too. 

You can’t fight the tears forming in your eyes. They cloud your vision and spill over your eyelids. He notices immediately and concern takes over his countenance. He takes your face in his hands and wipes away the tears making streaks down your cheeks. 

“I never wanted to let you go, Levi,” you say in a strained voice. “I still don’t want to let you go.” 

“Then don’t,” he pleads. “Don’t let me go. Please. We can figure this out.” 

“We can’t… we just can’t.” 

“Why do you say that?” 

“Because as long as you’re Captain Levi Ackerman, this will keep happening. I deserve someone who puts me first and you deserve someone who doesn’t make you feel bad about your title. Who is okay with loneliness. I’m just… I’m not that person.” 

Levi’s eyes start to water, too. And something in them lights up. Like he’s come to a realization or experienced an epiphany. His voice becomes shaky. 

“You’re right. I never saw it that way before now. I’ve been so damn selfish. You deserve so much more than I’ve been giving you. So much more than I can provide.” 

You can’t hold back anymore. You begin to sob and Levi quickly takes you in his arms. He holds onto you like you’re the last molecule of oxygen in a gas chamber. You do the same. He’s squeezing you so hard that it’s almost hard to breathe. You hear him softly cry into your shoulder, too. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes with your name in between sharp breaths. “I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s not your fault. It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Do you hear me?” 

He doesn’t respond. He continues to cry silently. 

“We’re just on different paths in life right now, a-and that’s okay,” you assure him. “I still had fun with you, and I don’t regret anything.” 

“Me neither.” 

You look up at the ceiling, at whatever god or higher power that may exist, and silently pray that both of you can survive this heartbreak. You pray for Levi’s healing. You pray for your healing. You pray that he remains safe on his missions. You pray that he will always return. And you pray that someday, you two have another opportunity to be together. 

You have a feeling that your prayers fall on deaf ears. 

You pull apart from the hug and his eyes are bloodshot and his cheeks are blotchy. You reach out a hand and mirror his actions by wiping away the tears falling down his face. 

“Okay,” he grabs a tissue from your coffee table and wipes his nose. “I should head out.” 

“Okay.” 

You walk him to the door and once he slips on his shoes and prepares himself for a walk in the rain by putting his hood up and securing his jacket, he looks at you. Tears threaten to break from your eyes once more. 

“This doesn’t mean goodbye, you know,” his voice is still shaky as if he’s unsure of the words himself. “I’m still going to be around. If you ever need anything, you stop by HQ and ask for me. Or send me a letter. I promise I’ll be there.” 

“Okay.” 

“Come here.” 

You share another hug. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and neck. His wrap around your chest and under your arms. You wish, in your mind, that you could stay like this. Forever. You two stay like this for a long time. You hear him struggling to rein in his sobs. He talks again. Muffled by your clothing. 

“Thank you for everything.” 

“Thank you for everything.” 

He pulls away and looks at you with bloodshot eyes again. He leans over, turns the door handle, and opens the door. It’s cold, rainy, and windy. It sends goosebumps up your spine. 

“See you…” he says your name before he disappears into the night.

“Goodbye.”

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End

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Careful What You Wish For

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader (Female) Genre: Fantasy/Angst Warning: Slight swearing, mild horror atmosphere, vampirish activities (please don’t ask me), blood, biting, fighting, wolves and a sprinkle of smut.  Word Count: 4k Words Note: Totally fictional, some parts of the plot is inspired by the classic Dracula. Some people might feel uncomfortable. Please, read at your own risk.

Summary: When you’re stuck in a deserted road surrounded by wilderness, you have no other choice but to enter the huge mansion you see before you. The man you meet inside is mysterious. But he is too alluring for you to stay away from...

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“Oh shit!” I swore as an animal passed by in front of my car and I had to break really hard.

It was past midnight and raining heavily. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to reach the destination of my work till dawn. I still had a long way to go.

I tried to start the car again. But it wasn't responding anymore.

"No, no, please," I pleaded to my car, "this is not the right place. For God's sake..." I kept muttering.

I had to give up trying after a few attempts. The car was a second hand one and it didn't function properly. I tried calling for the recovery. But there was no phone signal either.

Being hopeless, I got down from the car and got drenched immediately.

"Yeah, no, SHIT!" I swore in exasperation. I was cursing myself for agreeing to go into this remote area in the first place. I desperately wished for a miracle.

I looked around me. It felt like the road was in the middle of nowhere. All around me, I could see only wilderness. But there was a faint glow of light ahead of me. Without any further ado, I started to walk towards it.

What I found was astonishing and terrifying at the same time. There was a huge mansion. The front gate was wide open as if it was already aware of my intrusion and was welcoming me all the same.

I went inside the boundary, and knocked on the door. Even through the heavy rain, the sound of someone pushing open the door from within was heard clearly. I took a step backward as I look at the person in front of me.

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There stood a man in dark clothes. I couldn't see his face properly due to the lack of light.

"Welcome!" He announced without any sign of hesitation, his voice sharp yet not cold.

I tried to explain what had happened in a few sentences before he said, "Perhaps it would be better if you come inside first. I can see you're wet."

I nodded my thanks and went inside despite having some doubts within myself.

He led me through a dark corridor into what looked like a very fancy living room to me. The fire was lit on the fireplace and I was grateful for the warmth.

"If you don't mind waiting here for a moment, love, I have to take care of something." Then, the man was gone.

I found everything really weird. I mean, who talked like that nowadays. His accent and the choices of words were really out of the ordinary.

I noticed that the whole room looked really dark despite being lit up by many candles all around it. I was still sitting by the fire when he came back with a towel and some clothes.

I was about to say it wasn't necessary, that he should not trouble himself with them, when he cut me off and said, "It's not every day a guest come to stay at my place. I'm glad to do anything to make you feel at home. And I apologize early. You might not get full attention since I had sent all the servants away for a week. After all, I was not aware of your arrival."

With that being said, I couldn't argue any further. He again led me to a bedroom and asked me to get changed while he prepare the supper.

The clothes he had given me were all old fashioned. But they were still as new as if no one had ever worn them.

When I came out to the dining room, I was awestricken by the amount of food that were presented before me on the table. The fact that it was done in such a short time by a single person was more fascinating.

The man was sitting on the very corner and called me to sit opposite him. I didn't make any further inquiries as I was starving and the smell was delicious. After having a few bite, I decided to make a conversation.

I found out that the man was called Jeon Jungkook and he was the landlord of the entire mansion. All of his family members had died in a tragic accident leaving him with a huge fortune. He lived alone with some servants to take care of him and the mansion.

As we were talking, I couldn't help but notice how incredibly handsome he was. He had a fine figure. His eyes were almost pitch black and they were huge. He was wearing old fashioned clothes like mine and wore fine silver jewelry. He also had a lot of piercings in his ears, eyebrows and lip.

And Oh God, his lips. As I looked, I couldn't take my eyes off them. I was looking at him in a very devoted way throughout the whole conversation. He was indeed very handsome. In fact, he was the most beautiful person I had ever seen my entire life.

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Jungkook had promised to call the recovery for me at dawn (I would call him by his name since he had insisted me upon calling him that). As I lied down, I realized how terribly tired I was. So, I closed my eyes.

"How old is he?" I thought before falling into a deep sleep. He never mentioned his age.

In my dream, I was in a complete different world. There was darkness all around me. The warm room started to get cold as I felt someone coming near. The stranger climbed my bed and lied beside me, his hands slowly reaching to catch both of mine. Suddenly he was on top of me.

“You’re blessed.” He softly whispered on my ear. I could feel his breath going down slowly towards my neck. His lips touched my skin. I felt a sharp pain throughout my whole body.

Then, everything changed. I couldn’t feel the reality anymore. Nothing felt solid. It was as if I was floating through the air. I could see all the colors at once. But then again, there were no colors at all. It felt like every color, matter and surrounding had merged into one. It was a terrific feeling, but a pleasant one too.

“Who are you?” I wanted to ask. But I felt like I already knew the answer. I didn’t want to acknowledge it right away. Because then, I had to come back to the reality; which I didn’t want just then.

I couldn’t tell how long the strange feeling lasted. Slowly my surrounding started to get clearer. Half consciously, I could make out a man’s silhouette raising from my bed. He walked towards the door.

I tried to call out his name. But it seemed like I couldn’t move my muscles. He glanced back at me one last time before making his exit through the door.

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I woke up with a jolt and found myself covered with sweat. I was gasping for air as I found it hard to breathe properly. My heart was pounding in my chest. I sat down and tried to relax.

“What time is it?” I thought. It was hard to guess whether it was night or day. I looked around me and saw that my room still looked the same. But I felt like an eternity had passed already.

The windows were covered with heavy thick curtains. So, it was possible that the morning sunlight couldn’t get inside. I slowly rose from my bed and opened one side of a curtain. The scorching heat from the sun reached my face. My eyes closed shut as it couldn’t adjust with the bright light suddenly.

I closed the curtain and went towards my bed again. I was feeling a little weak. There was a dull pain on my neck. I sat down for a while, thinking about last night’s incidents.

Then, suddenly I remembered about my business. I had to be present there before 10 o’clock. I hurriedly got out of bed and sprinted to the living room. Jungkook was sitting on an armchair by the fireplace. Just like my bedroom, all the curtains had blocked out the sunlight here as well.

“Good afternoon, love.” He greeted me with a smile, “did you sleep well?”

“Afternoon?” I gasped, “Oh no!”

“Is there a problem?” he rose from his chair and walked towards me.

I explained that I had an important meeting at 10 and that it was the reason as to why I had come to this place. Now I had already missed it and I didn’t know what to do.

“I’m so sorry, love,” he said, “I didn’t want to wake you up early. I thought you must’ve been very tired since last night’s tragedy.”

I noticed a faint line of smile on his face. It didn’t appear to me that he was sorry at all. In fact, it looked like he was actually glad.

I shook my head. It sounded ridiculous. Why would this man want me to miss the meeting? What was there for him in it?

“As there is nothing you can do about it now, I would suggest you to stay here as long as it takes for your car to be repaired.” Jungkook announced. I didn’t say anything. I was still very confused about everything that was happening.

“You look so pale.” He said, “Come, sit here.” I went over to sit by the fire. He poured a glass of wine and handed it to me.

As I took the glass, our hands touched for a moment and I shivered. His hands were surprisingly cold.

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After lunch, Jungkook took me to the library. I was going through the books on the shelves while he sat quietly in a corner. There was a book in his hand. But I could sense that he wasn't reading. He was secretly watching my every move.

I thought about my strange dream. It felt more real than any dream I ever had. But the feelings I felt were too strange to explain in reality. No matter how excited I felt the night before, at day time, I felt like there was an air of melancholy all around the house.

It started to rain again. I inquired about my car. Jungkook told me that it might take a day or two to properly fix it. I asked him if he could give me a ride to the town. He said I would rather enjoy my time in the mansion more.

He spoke with a voice of authority which made me shut up. I couldn't bring myself to argue. Even though I was strongly attracted by his appearance, there was a part of me who was frightened.

Time seemed to move at a different speed here. I tried reading something for a while but kept getting distracted by my own thoughts. It was mostly the memories of last night and those strange feelings.

Casting my fear aside, I thought it would be better to talk to my companion. So, I asked, "It rains an awful lot here, doesn't it?"

Jungkook shut down his book and smiled at me, "Yes, love. It does."

There was something in the way he called me 'love'. It made me blush almost every time. I was swept off for a whole minute by his answer.

He then chuckled to himself and said, "They say, the woods belong to the nine tailed fox that resides in here. After all, he controls the weather."

"He?" I asked, "Isn’t a Gumiho always a woman?"

"Is it, though?" He asked as if he had met a real Gumiho who was a man.

I shrugged my shoulders and added, "He must've been really sad for him to make it rain most of the time."

"Yes, love." Jungkook whispered under his breath, "He’s lonely. Just like I am."

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Jungkook apologized and said he couldn’t join me for the dinner as he had some important works to be done. He then left me alone to have mine.

As I was eating alone, all kinds of doubts kept revolting around my head. I never saw him eat. He didn’t even joined me for lunch. But why? And how did he prepared the foods all alone in such a short time? I remembered how cold he was when our hands had touched.

But there was something that bothered me much more. He sounded very sad while telling me about the Gumiho. He sounded as if it were true. Or at least he believed it to be.

“He is lonely.” I thought, “Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want me to leave.”

The feeling of loneliness was something I was very much used to. I had never received any love from my family. They had never admired me or appreciated me for anything. In fact I was always considered a disappointment in my family.

All my life, I had searched desperately for a friend who would understand me and love me for who I was. It was the only wish I had cherished since childhood. So, I decided I would not mention about leaving unless Jungkook, himself, asked me to.

I waited for Jungkook for a while to bid him goodnight. But he didn’t come. I thought he might have already been to bed. So, I made my way towards my bedroom.

As soon as I fell asleep, my dream returned. He was on top of me, whispering in my ear, “I don’t want you to leave.”

But this time, I replied, “I don’t want to leave either.”

“Stay with me, will you?”

“Don’t let me go.” I mumbled as I felt his lips on my neck. Something sharp was pushed through my skin and I felt that quick pain all over my body again.

All the strange feelings of the previous night returned. But this time, everything felt more pleasant as I didn’t resist. I let myself loose.

When I came back to my senses, I could see his face clearly. It was indeed Jungkook. I knew it all along. But instead of shying away or being frightened, I was relieved.

He placed a soft kiss on my lips and whispered, “Sweet dreams, love.”

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I woke up next day with the same feeling like the day before. I was sweating and it was hard to breathe. As soon as I tried to stand up, my head felt dizzy.

“Was it a dream too?” I pondered over last night. Whatever it was, the feelings I felt were a little too strong for me to avoid. I wanted to find out the truth. And the only way to do that was meeting Jungkook.

He was sitting by the fire as usual and looked up with a warm smile on his lips, “You’re awake.”

I slowly nodded and sat down on the armchair opposite him. “What time is it?” I asked.

“The same time you woke up yesterday, I believe.” He said casually. His expression turned serious as he looked at me closely, “Are you feeling well, love?”

I didn’t know whether to tell him the truth. What if it was really a dream? He would think I was mentally unstable. At that point, I was questioning my own sanity as well.

“I feel…” I hesitated before saying, “I’m fine.” Jungkook nodded. But he looked like he didn’t believe it.

“I’m glad that it’s not raining today.” I said, “Maybe, we can go out? Take a walk?”

“No.” Jungkook said sharply, a sudden terror reflected in his eyes. Then, he turned to me and his expression turned soft, “I don’t think you’re quite fit for the job presently, love.”

Then, he left to prepare my lunch. Just like the day before, I had to have lunch alone. But this time, he sat beside me while I eat, looking at me with somewhat fondness.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” I asked.

“I already had mine.” He said.

I was still questioning his behaviors. He was being such a gentleman, taking care of me all alone without any help. Giving me a place to stay when I needed it the most. But there was still a little bit of suspicion I couldn’t get rid of.

I felt weaker than I did the day before. I kept sitting most of the time. Jungkook offered to read me a poetry. I found his voice much more soothing than the poem itself. He could be reading the worst poem ever written in history. But I would still enjoy it as much.

When Jungkook left me to prepare the dinner table, I was walking around to explore some more territory by myself. But the more I walked, the dizzier my head got. At a point, my knees gave up and I started to fall.

But before I could actually touch the ground, Jungkook was already by my side, holding me firmly on his arms. I could see his face from up close. He was genuinely worried about me.

“Love,” he called softly.

I nodded to let him know that I was still conscious. He lifted me up in a bridal style and carried me towards my bedroom. I looked at him earnestly. I needed to ask it or I wouldn’t be able to rest.

“Was it you?” I whispered, “Or was it a dream?”

Jungkook put me to bed slowly. Then, he looked me in the eyes and said, “It was me, alright. But so was your dream.”

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I woke up in the middle of the night. I felt better than before. I looked around searching for Jungkook. But there was no one in my bedroom.

“Why wouldn’t he come tonight?” I thought, “Was he worried about my health?” Whatever he was doing to me, I could feel it was making me weak. But I still wouldn’t want it to stop.

I walked out of my room. He was nowhere to be seen, not in the living room nor in the library. I walked towards the direction I believed was his bedroom. He wasn’t there either. At that time, I heard the sound of the front gate opening.

I thought he might have went out. So, I followed the previous route I took to get inside and was already in front of the main door. It was wide open. This time I was sure he had gone out.

“But why at this time?” I thought. Hesitantly I went out to check the matter myself. It was a moonlit night. So, there was enough light to see through the woods. I walked around for a while when the howling of the wolves started.

I got scared. But I had already walked a long way from the mansion. I sped up and started to head back. The noises kept coming nearer. I started to run. But the wolves seemed to be just beside me. As I glanced sideways, I saw a wolf jumping right at me.

I fell down, eyes closed and heart beating up to my throat. But the wolf hadn’t touch me. As I looked up, I saw Jungkook. He was standing in between me and the pack of wolves. I couldn’t see his face properly since his back was towards me.

Then, with a hissing sound, he leapt towards the wolves. All the wolves were jumping at him one at a time. But he was invincible. He was dodging almost every attack from the wolves.

I couldn’t make out most of the fight. There was chaos all around. I couldn’t even move a muscle in fear. One of the wolves bit Jungkook on his neck and he screamed in pain. I got up to go near him. But at that moment, what I saw scared me to death.

I looked at Jungkook in disbelief. His face bore the expression of a wild beast. His eyes were scarlet and glowing in the moonlight. Blood was dripping from his mouth.

Our eyes met for a moment. He seemed to have seen the fear in my eyes. I took a step back. His face softened. He tried to walk towards me, mouthing the word, ‘love’.

I turned back and ran.

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I ran until I couldn’t anymore. I didn’t know where I was going. As I ran, all the memories from the mansion kept replaying in my head.

I never saw Jungkook eat or rest. He was terrified at the idea of going out. All of his room had thick curtains and they blocked the sunlight. His red eyes, his wild expression, the blood in his mouth…

I eventually lost consciousness and fell down on the ground. When I woke up again I was back at the mansion. I was lying on my bed while Jungkook sat at the very corner, looking at me.

I sat up quickly. His face was back to normal again. But I still couldn’t shake off the fear.

“Welcome back, love.” he said. “Are you okay?”

I didn’t answer. I looked out of the window where the curtains were drawn back. The moon was huge tonight.

Jungkook’s voice sounded very serious when he said, “You don’t have to be scared. The wolves won’t bother you anymore.”

I slowly nodded. I didn’t know whom I was more scared of, the wolves or my savior himself.

“Your car had been repaired.” He announced.

Then, he did something quite unexpected. He came to sit closer to me and took both of my hands in his. He looked me in the eyes and said, “You are free to go, love.”

“What have you done to me?” I was in tears.

“I know I have hurt you.” He whispered, “But trust me, I did it because I had no other choice.”

I started to sob. In between all of this mess, there was a kind of comfort I thought I had found. But my hope of an eternity together with this stranger I started to care about, was hanging by a thread.

“I’m so sorry that at some point, I started to care for you. It could have ended easily if I didn’t.” he said. I looked at his eyes. They were full of sorrow and regret.

“What are you?” I asked finally.

“I think you already know that, love.”

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I stayed awake in my bed. It had been a while since Jungkook left. I couldn’t sleep. The thought of leaving this mansion for good had surrounded me. I was in despair.

I didn’t know for sure how Jungkook was feeling. But he had said he started to care about me even if it was not supposed to have happened. I didn’t know about my own feeling as well. All I knew was that even if it wasn’t love, I was madly craving for him. What could it be? Desire, lust or infatuation?

Love was a complete foreign idea to me. All my life, I had only needs and wants. And I did everything to have them. Now I felt I needed Jungkook. I needed him to care for me. I needed him to make me feel at home. I needed him to do whatever it was that he did.

I had made up my mind. I went to his room. He was sitting up with a book in his hand. He looked at me in confusion.

“I thought I made it clear.” Jungkook said, “You can leave tomorrow.”

“What if I refuse?” I asked. Jungkook’s eyes opened wide. He looked as if he never expected that answer.

“You told me earlier that I was free to go. Does that also mean that I’m free to stay as well?” I asked again.

He shook his head, “I don’t think you understand, love. It’s dangerous. We are two very different things. You can’t live with me.”

“I know,” I said and climbed on to his bed, “Make me just like you.”

“Love!” he whispered, looking hurt by my words.

“I understand how you’re feeling about it. But let me tell you something honestly about me.” I moved closer and took his hands on mine like he had done earlier.

Then, I said all the things I had always wanted to tell a friend, someone who would understand me, someone who would care. Jungkook was the closest I ever had to a friend.

“I don’t have anyone or anything to return to.” I finished by asking him, “Will you accept me to be a part of your world?”

Jungkook chuckled, “I think I should be the one asking you that.” Then, his eyes lit up. It turned bright red as he came closer to whisper in my ear, “So, will you be my bride for an eternity, love?”

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The Main 6 as Roommates

Asra 

Gladly grabs the mail on his way back, but will defs just leave it all piled on the nearest countertop. This will pile up over time, even when he actually goes through it. Like, he'll take all the important stuff, but then leave the junk there to ‘take care of later’. Later never comes though XDDD

Apologizes for mixing colors in the laundry, but is all too happy to point out how cool everything looks now! Easiest tie-dye ever am I right?

We already know he’s a good cook, but his version of cleaning up after usually involves just leaving all the dirty dishes in the sink until there’s like, a spoon or something all the way at the bottom of the sink, then it’s time to clean everything in there

Gladly helps to fold the laundry, but will also totally goof off by doing some clothing origami XDDD your favorite sweater looks even better when folded to look like a swan

There’s always either some scented candles or incense burning somewhere. This is non-negotiable, and he brought it up before you guys even signed the lease

There is somehow always glitter somewhere!! You’ve asked a million times, checked every room, but neither of you have ever bought any, and yet... somehow he’s always lightly sprinkled in it!!! Sure, it makes him look like literal magic, but why can’t Instagram filters be enough!?

Nadia

Let’s be real here, Nadia doesn’t need a roommate, she just wants to help out a dear friend to save some money. She never makes you pay for much, but if you insist she won’t argue

Not nearly as clean as people would assume, but it’s not a literal tornado of chaos either. There’s little daily messes that show someone lives there, but the weekly maid service helps to keep things in order

She tried making the two of you dinner... once. There may have been some fire, and a contractual agreement that she would never again approach the kitchen with intent to anything more complex than either coffee or a salad... You guys eat out or have meals delivered a lot. For safety

There’s  specific slots for all the mail. There’s one for junk mail, your mail, her mail, the slot for the old man who lives two levels down but the post office constantly keeps getting the mailboxes wrong.. There’s also hooks near the front door for all of the keys, so it’s always a no-brainer when you need to find them

Because of her job, sometimes has to have either fellow business people over for dinner parties so she can do some networking. You’re always welcome to join in if you like, but she wouldn’t force you to. Also gives you as much notice as possible because it would be rude otherwise

Can sometimes literally disappear into her bathroom all damn day for some mandatory self care. Hair clipped up in a hot towel, bubble bath, shades drawn, wine in hand, light snacks nearby, and spa music playing. She’ll put up a small ‘Do Not Disturb’ plaque outside her door, but she’s never too upset if you need to come in and speak to her about something

Julian

For the first few months after signing the lease together, aside from his shit being in there, you weren’t really sure he ever actually moved in. Yeah, Malak was there, and it was obvious he was getting fed and attention, but like... the ‘how’ was the freaky part

Quickly learns how you take your coffee and makes sure to do it perfectly every time. “You take two spoonfuls of sugar with 2/3 cup cream? Well then you’ll need a larger mug to accommodate; here, I get most of mine from this website. You can even ask them about custom designs on any size!”

Will get the mail on the way back from his shift at the hospital, but is likely to forget it as soon as he sets it on the nearest counter. His mind just goes off in too many directions, so you’ll have to remind him a few times if he got anything important

He’s more than happy to help with the prep work for meals, just don’t ask him to actually cook anything. If it’s more complicated than instant ramen, he’s just never been that great at it. However... he very much knows how to prepare instant ramen in at least sixteen different ways!! THANK YOU COLLEGE!!

Everything is clean, but it’s like almost pulling teeth to get more out of him than that. Yeah, the laundry is done, but it’ll stay in the bin until he needs to do another load. Then it’s just dumping the last of the clean stuff on the bed (which at that point is honestly like, three shirts, a few pairs of socks, and two pairs of boxers), loading up the dirty clothes, then maybe shoving the stuff on the bed over to the side he doesn’t use much so he can try taking a power nap

It’s a bit of a hazard when you come home to find he’s got his headphones on XDDD yeah, he’s a really good dancer when he wants to be, but when he doesn’t care and it’s just about havin’ some fun, it’s like trying to avoid falling missiles on an active battlefield

Portia

Ok, let’s be real here, nobody is going hungry living with Portia Devorak. Absolute best chef out of everyone, and is totally cool with doing the food shopping and meal planning. It’s like living with a fuckin’ five-star chef when you live with her! ...just make sure she remembered to put her hair up before she gets going, or you might find a long, curly, red hair in your food

Tries to keep up with brushing Pepi, but it honestly tends to get away from her sometimes in the summer. Hope you don’t mind having cat hair on everything, cause it’s gonna be there no matter how attentive she is XDDD

Plants everywhere!! Roses on the dining table! Daisies by the front window! Begonias in the bathrooms! Carnations on the dressers! And succulents too! Get some of those adorable prickly boys and put them in some super cute hanging planters!!

Just about everything that’s hers has offensive cross-stitch on it (I will die on this hill XDDD)

Not super clean, but it’s not bad either. Like, she’ll still make sure it’s all clean, but she may go around another 2-3 weeks before feeling like it needs to be done all over again. It’s a lot of extra work on top of her job, so it’s gotta feel worth the loss of a perfectly good lazy day!

Right off the bat, the first day she moved in, her first priority was when you guys could have a fun movie night! And it had to have just, everything! Big, fluffy blankets, popcorn and snacks, a pile of 3-5 movies to start, candles, and of course some choice drinks! Ooh, or maybe milkshakes! Milkshakes? MILKSHAKES!!!

Muriel

Like Julian, after signing the lease, it was hard to tell you even shared a space with someone at all. But after about a month you actually started seeing him around

The mail person has learned that they can just give your stuff to Inanna, and she’ll bring it back. Obviously it can sometimes have a bit of drool on it, but she’s such a good, considerate girl, and she doesn’t have opposable thumbs, so it’s okay!

Usually spends a lot of time in his room, but if his door is cracked, then it’s his way of saying you can come in for a while and talk if you want

Surprisingly decent cook! Nothing fancy, obviously, but usually whatever he decides to make is pretty good! Also always makes his own bread. It’s actually kind of hypnotic to watch... seeing him turn those ingredients to dough, all those muscles working it into the perfect consistency... WE WEREN’T STARING!! HONEST!! we were totally staring

The most chill roomie ever. There’s no crazy, sitcom antics when living with him, that’s for sure. At least, none that start with him... they usually end with him, but he’s almost never where they begin

You honestly can’t remember the last time you had to change a light bulb or replace a roll of toilet paper. It’s like anytime something like that may need to be done soon, it’s already taken care of! How he always knows is literally a mystery you don’t care about solving

Lucio 

You learned real quick that unless you do something drastic, like flushing the toilet in your bathroom, he’s gonna be using up all the hot water in those two-hour showers of his. Honestly it’s a shock he even has enough time in the day for anything when his whole morning routine can take almost all damn morning!!

Let’s be honest here, there’s almost nothing you could ever do to get Lucio Morgasson to take out the damn trash. Well... unless it’s after telling him you bet he couldn’t do it. Then it’s done loudly, and full of spite, with every action yelled so you know exactly when it happened. Don’t forget to make sure to cap it off with ‘well, you sure showed me’ when he gets back, or he might realize it actually wasn’t his idea

How does one person have so much makeup everywhere!? He doesn’t even use that color! Why is it almost gone and partially on the counter!? He has a combination of expensive soaps and Axe in his shower, but all you can ever smell is Axe!! DOES HE EVEN USE THE OTHER STUFF OR JUST BUY IT AND POUR SOME OUT!?

Always orders in for meals. At least it only took one near disaster for him to figure out he shouldn’t be cooking anything for anyone who doesn’t want to die

As cute as they are, he’s the only one who can’t stay mad at M&M when they chew up your shoes. Yup, even with those adorable faces and big, beautiful, mis-matched eyes of theirs. I mean, come on!! YOU CAN ONLY EXCUSE SO MANY PAIRS OF SHOES BECOMING CHEW TOYS!!!

Still doesn’t get why you were upset when he tried installing a stripper pole in the living room. It’s for fitness, obviously!! And yes!! He does all his exercising naked, and you should be grateful for the privilege!!

#the arcana #arcana game #the arcana asra #asra alzanar #the arcana nadia #nadia satrivana #ilya devorak #the arcana ilya #julian devorak #the arcana julian #pasha devorak #the arcana pasha #portia devorak #the arcana portia #muriel of the kokhuri #the arcana muriel #lucio morgasson #count lucio #the arcana lucio #montag morgasson #headcanons

[miniscule-meow]

Something Unexpected (21)

Word Count: ~1.6k

Masterpost

First Part | Last Part | Next Part

~*~

Deckard comes back from across his apartment and clinks down a bowl of warm soapy water on the dresser beside her. He sets down a washcloth and a corner of a bar of soap as well. His movements are heavy, imprecise, and sluggish, no doubt a result of the alcohol he reeks of.

The room is illuminated by candles, and the light from the street pouring in through the window. In the dim light he can see that Lark eyes him warily. He keeps his hands as far away from her as he can manage. She’s seen enough giants invading her space today, he was one of them. She’s more than earned a respite from his clumsy self. He doesn’t trust himself with her right now anyway. He glances around the room before grabbing a book and propping it up as a wall between them with a thud. His hands hover over the book for a moment, making sure it’s balanced. Satisfied with that, he steps back.

“Get yourself cleaned up. You smell of alcohol,” he says.

“So do you.” Her quiet grumpy tone reaches his ears. Her voice is still weak from sobbing, as if to punctuate his thought, she gives a small sniffle.

“Ah, there she is.” She can’t see his face, but she can hear the smile in his voice. He’s relieved that she’s firing back with the sarcasm he’s grown to expect from her. He busies himself with something across his studio apartment, leaving her to take her bath in peace.

Lark strips off her ale-soaked, newly tattered gown and assesses the damage done to her today as she steps into the makeshift tub. She still has a golden band clamped to her ankle. A short length of chain dangles from it, too short to be useful to anyone, she hopes. She'll have to figure out a way to break the lock on this, so she can be properly free of her bonds.

Her leg is bruised around the cuff from when Prince Oliver had snagged it. She predicted as much, but a frown still pulls at her lips as her eyes scan over the purples and blues that are forming on her flesh. She knows she can expect more bruises to start appearing up her legs and across her torso from the rough treatment she received at the tavern. She lets out a shaky breath and tries to scrub the memories off of her skin.

She takes down her hair, combing through it and washing it out, until it no longer smells like alcohol. She washes her clothes too, frowning down at her ruined dress as she takes the time to wash it up, and set it out to dry. Lark wraps herself in the washcloth he gave her to use as an oversized towel. With the fabric bundled around her, dragging behind her like a thick train, she steps out from behind the book.

Deckard glances over at the movement and strides across to her. He carries a plate of crackers and cheese, popping a bite in his mouth as he crosses the room. He sets the plate down next to her, along with a shot glass of water.

“I tried to make it small for you… I don’t have a smaller cup.” He offers simply before wandering back to his kitchen.

He broke the crackers into several small pieces, and cut the pieces of cheese to fit. It’s a small gesture, taking those extra steps, but she appreciates the effort he went through to make her something that’s more fitting for her size. She isn’t particularly hungry, her stomach is mostly queasy if anything. But, she forces herself to pick at the food before her.

When he approaches her again, she pulls the washcloth around herself more tightly. He doesn’t look at her as he sets a pillow down on the end of the dresser accompanied by a handkerchief for her to use as a blanket. Then, he steps away, gently closing the window and locking it with a click. Hours earlier, she may have been unsettled by the action, but she has no intention of leaving Deckard’s side any time soon. She might not trust him, but it's been proven that he’s her best worst choice right now. She can’t deny that.

“I don’t suppose there’s any chance you managed to swipe a change of clothes for me?” She asks, hugging the washcloth to herself when his eyes finally trail over to her. He hums, his brow furrowing.

“No.” He pauses, “but I have an idea.” Without further explanation he leans down and pulls open a drawer sending tremors through the dresser, and subsequently, through her. She holds her breath as he draws nearer to her, though he isn’t paying her much attention. He’s focused on the contents of the drawer. His dark curls hang in front of his eyes as he searches for what he’s looking for. He pulls out another kerchief. It’s a simple cream color with a small floral embroidery in one corner.

His eyes flick up to her, with him leaning down, and her on the surface of the dresser, she is eye-level with him. Her shoulders stiffen involuntarily as his green eyes trace over her. The candlelight dances across his face illuminating his strong jaw and the traces of stubble that form across it. Frustratingly, he’s roguishly handsome. If he wasn’t several times her size, she would have less of a problem admitting it. She wonders how she must look to him. Pathetic, most likely.

She remembers crushing on him in the woods after just a few days of knowing him. Embarrassing. He had actually made her believe that living in the land of giants wouldn’t be as bad as she imagined. They were both wrong, it’s worse. She didn’t even really know him then, and she still can’t say that she knows him now. Everything he was to her in the woods was all just pretend. He’s not as proper, not as careful, not as even-tempered as he made her believe. The only thing that hasn’t changed is his dangerous charm. He’s easy on the eyes, and aggravatingly, he knows it.

“You’re staring, Princess.” He whispers in a low voice, a sly smile tugging at his lips. She blushes and turns away swiftly, obviously flustered. Smug bastard. Deckard laughs, shoving the drawer shut and gifting her with another unintentional earthquake. She isn’t sure he noticed, as he darts off to the kitchen without missing a beat. He's there a long while, hunched over the fabric with a pair of scissors. Eventually, he returns.

“Is this anything?” He asks, handing down his creation. He had used his pair of scissors to mutilate the handkerchief into something resembling a tunic for her. She holds the garment in one hand, holding the washcloth around her with the other. He watches her intently, observing her reaction, and trying to gauge if he made the tunic even close to the correct size.

“I’m not going to try it on with you staring at me like that,” she quips. “Turn around or something!" He straightens up, quickly turning away from her, mumbling a soft apology. Released from his prying eyes, she tries on the ‘dress.’

There’s a crudely cut hole for her head, it’s a bit small, and she has to rip it a little bit to actually get her head through. Once she gets it on, the kerchief drapes over her, one edge is jagged and fraying from being cut, the other is the finished edge of the kerchief. It’s completely open on both sides. He cut a slit in the middle of what’s supposed to be the back, so that her wings could stick through. There’s a long, thin strip for her to use as a belt. Once she ties it around her waist, she’s able to tuck the fabric in so that she’s actually pretty covered up. She’s fairly certain that the garment isn’t going anywhere. The delicate floral embroidery decorates her front in an off-centered kind of way.

“Alright. How do I look?” She asks. He turns and his mouth presses into a flat line upon seeing her. “That bad, huh?”

“Sorry. You look great. That dress is a nightmare,” they share a laugh.

“Don’t become a tailor,” she grins. Deckard is a man of many surprising skills, obviously making clothes isn’t one of them. It’ll be fine to sleep in as her other dress dries. “Thank you,” she looks up at him. He’s braced a hand against the edge of the dresser, his shadow casts over her as he leans in. “Thank you for … well not everything but… thank you for helping me." She fidgets with the crude belt around her waist, pretending to adjust the knot so she doesn’t have to look up at him.

“Don’t worry about it,” he pauses, “I’m sorry for getting you in this mess." They stare at each other breathlessly for a moment. He swallows thickly, “They didn’t hurt you, did they? In the tavern?” His voice is dark. His hand inches closer to her, like he wants to pick her up and inspect her himself. He just hovers nearby; he doesn’t touch her.

“Just some bruises, I think.” She shakes her head, frowning. “It was mostly… mostly just humiliating. My dress took more damage than I did. The bastards damn near ripped my skirt off.” She scowls down at the ground. Deckard sucks in a breath, his hand balls into a fist beside her. She looks up at him, seeing a fierce anger storming in his eyes.

“I should have stepped in sooner,” He whispers, “I’m sorry.”

“I don't think that's your fault, big guy.” She shrugs. “What time do we have to get on that boat tomorrow?” She asks, changing the subject.

“Oh. You want to do the plan now.” His sly grin snakes its way back onto his face, his eyes sparking with mischief.

“Yeah. I want to do your stupid plan.”

#g/t #G/t #giant #tiny #giant tiny #giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t writing #g/t stories #fairies #my writing

[chicken-fifi]

Surprise Dinner - Ji Changwook Imagine

Requested by @steph0707: Hey, Can you write a story where Ji Changwook does a surprise romantic valentine dinner for female reader?

Word Count: 776 words

The aroma of the dish Changwook was making wafted up from the pan beautifully. He had been worried that it wouldn’t be flavourful and rather bland, but if the scent it was giving off was any clue, he didn’t have anything to worry about. He scooped a small bit up on the wooden spoon bringing it to his lips to blow on it before gently pouring it into his palm and tasting it.

“Not bad,” he mumbled to himself, pleased with his work.

He checked the time on the oven and nodded, he still had enough time to finish cooking his dish and set up the table for dinner - at least he hoped he did. It wasn’t every day you arrived before 7:30 pm but on an odd day you did finish early at the university with any pressing matters from students and coworkers you did show up a bit earlier. That didn’t seem to be the case today though.

Covering the pan with a lid, he went to a cupboard and pulled out two plates and two glasses, moving to set the table. At the center was a small vase filled with fresh flowers he’d bought a few hours ago. On either side of the vase - at a safe distance so as to not set the flowers on fire - were two candles, which he hadn’t lit yet and wouldn’t light until 10 minutes before your ‘scheduled’ arrival. Laying down the utensils he’d washed and polished for the occasion - an early Valentine’s Day dinner since he had another thing planned for the actual day - he stepped back for a brief moment making sure everything was in the right place before heading back to the kitchen and switching off the stove, leaving the pot covered.

He checked the time again and left to go get ready himself, needing to shower after all the running around he’d done in the day to get everything he needed. When done he was quick to grab the thin envelope sitting in his bedside drawer and headed back to the kitchen, dropping the envelope on the table - not visible from where you would be sitting. He removed the pan from the stove took it closer to the table and began carefully plating the food as he saw you were due to arrive soon. Once finished, he rushed the pan back to the kitchen set in the sink before running back to light the candles. He messed with his har before hearing the familiar beeping of the passcode being entered before the door opened revealing you in the doorway. He neared you greeting you with a kiss as he helped you set everything down and led you inside watching as you froze once you saw the sight before you.

“Surprise,” he beamed, leading you to your seat and pulling out the chair.

“What’s this for? Don’t tell me it’s our anniversary?” you worried eyeing him suspiciously as he walked around the table to his own seat. 

“Just a little something extra before Valentine’s Day,” he replied with a soft smile. “I hope you like the food.”

You looked down at the steaming and aromatic dish, picking up a fork and taking a bite, moaning at the flavor that burst upon your tastebuds.

“It’s delicious,” you complimented. “And you didn’t burn the house down.”

He laughed at your joke, moving to pour some wine into your glass, “It was a one-time occurrence…and it wasn’t my fault the paper towels were so close to the stove.”

The two of you made small talk over the meal, mainly you giving him endless compliments on his cooking skills before he held out his envelope to you.

“Now I know I missed something important,” you smiled taking it. “Please tell me what I forgot. It’s going to be eating at me for the rest of the night.”

He rolled his eyes before looking at you lovingly, “You didn’t forget anything. I promise, now open it!”

You carefully opened the envelope freezing as you saw the two plane tickets inside of it, Looking at them closely you realized they were for a flight to your hometown.

“Changwook-”

“I figured we could spend Valentine’s Day with your family this year,” he explained. “I know it’s been a while since you’ve been able to visit. And you deserve a small vacation.”

You got up from your chair moved to his chair and slipped into his lap hugging him close, “You’re too good for me.”

“I think it’s you who’s too good for me,” he retorted, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. “You deserve all of this and more, Baby.”

#actor imagines #actor scenarios #kactor imagines #kactor scenarios #ji changwook #ji changwook masterlist #ji changwook imagines #ji changwook scenarios

[garbria]

Flufftober Day 6

Candles

can be found on ao3 here

“Here.” Nyx handed Cor a towel as he tugged at the sodden jacket. 

“Thanks,” Cor mumbled as he tried to wipe himself down. The storm had broken halfway home and he hadn’t had his umbrella. He did his best to drip on the mat at the entrance instead of tracking all the water through the house.

After hanging up the jacket to dry, Nyx looked him over and disappeared into the bathroom, coming out with more towels and a pair of sweats. Cor’s lips twitched up in a smile as he swiftly changed out of his soaked uniform, handing the offending garments to a waiting Nyx. 

Nyx draped a towel on the couch and pointed at it. “Sit,” he ordered, before taking away the wet clothes.

Cor sat, trying to dry himself off so he didn’t drip on the couch too much. 

When Nyx came back, he took the towel away from Cor and proceeded to finish drying his hair. “The storm was doozy this time, huh.”

Cor snorted. “Yeah, I should know better than to believe the weatherman.”

Nyx chuckled. “It’s nice, though I wish you had remembered an umbrella or something. This rain isn’t the warm rain I’m used to.”

“Yeah, me, too.” Cor sighed. He hadn’t appreciated getting drenched at the time, but Nyx wrapping him in towels was good compensation.

A bright flash illuminated the room, and then everything went dark.

Nyx laughed. “Well, I guess there goes the transformer.”

Cor sighed heavily. “I guess I need to call it in.” 

He called Monica first, to check to see if there was any serious damage, and she let him know there were no casualties, and the power company was aware, but there was no timeline on repairs.

“So are we going in?” 

Cor turned to see Nyx illuminated by the fire spell in his hand.

He gave Nyx an unimpressed look. “You may be fireproof but our furniture isn’t. Don’t we have flashlights somewhere?”

Nyx shook his head. “We gave them to the kids for their sleepover, remember?”

Cor grimaced. Right. “Candles, then?”

Nyx snickered. “I’m pretty sure we have some in the pantry, if you insist.” He waved his hand, still on fire, in Cor’s face.

“I do,” Cor said evenly.

“Well, at least it will be romantic.” Nyx disappeared into the kitchen and came out with a pack of candles. He set them up around the living room, using his fire spell to light them. 

“There, nice and cozy!” Nyx fell down next to Cor, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch around them.

Cor slid his arm around Nyx’s waist and pulled him against his side. “Very nice, love.”

Nyx sighed and leaned into him.

Cor closed his eyes and buried his face into Nyx’s hair. Not how he’d thought his evening would go, but as he relaxed in the candlelight, Nyx’s warmth against him, he couldn’t complain.

#flufftober2022 #day 6 #ffxv #cornyx #cor leonis #nyx ulric #fic #my fic #nyx likes fire a little too much

[violet-yimlat]

“Hey dad, Have you ever fucked up do badly that you turned into a demon?”

No, that’s no good.

Of course he has. That’s sort of his whole personality.

“Eyyy pops. I done goofed up and now I do be the broken, the beaten and the damned”

What the fuck even was that. And was that a My Chemical Romance reference?

“Father, I regret to inform you that that I-“

That I what?

“-have been following in your footsteps in the worst possible way”

No.

“-tried to summon a demon but I messed up and turned into one”

No.

“-need help because, you see, I did this thing”

No.

New idea. Play him a song. One of these boxes must have- yes. A ukulele.

Black Veil Brides is always good.

Goodbye Agony makes sense. I wince as I recall how the word “goodbye” came from a monk who got very confused and forgot what GBWY meant.

“Heaven's gone, the battle's

won

I had to say goodbye

Lived and learned from every fable

Written by your mind

And I wonder how to move on From all had inside

Place my gun upon the table

In blood I draw the line

I've given all my pride

Living a life of misery

Always there, just underneath Haunting me, quietly alone It's killing me, killing me Dead and gone, what's done is done

You were all I had become

I'm letting go of what I once believed

So goodbye agony…”

… But I don’t even play the ukulele. And singing without a backing track is even more embarrassing. Why do I even have that ukulele? It sometimes feels like my room is just supplying me with whatever fits the gag. Even if the joke’s at my expense.

Maybe I should just tell him…

Or write him a letter.

It could be one word and my signature. Just run into his room and leave it there.

“Human’t. love Violet”.

Or I could lie. There was no magical accident. Screaming? What screaming? My rooms smells of blood and smoke and incense because I was sacrificing an animal so that I have extra innocent blood for when I need it. If it needs to be fresh, logically, keeping it in the fridge should work. The incense was to mask the smell.

But…

Well look at me.

Illusions shouldn’t be too hard.

Cloaking. Camouflage. Smoke and mirrors.

I light a candle. It burns with little smoke. Not good enough. I’m afraid that I’m going to have to sacrifice one of my cool sticks. I put the wood in the metal lid of a Soap and Glory gift set I got last year for Chr- That word catches in my mouth.

I light the fire.

I look around the room, finding a small shard of broken mirror on a deep shelf, just to the right of books and my makeup bag and pens and lots of other random shit. The room is a mess, as always.

I don’t exactly know what I’m doing but this makes sense.

Holding my hands over the smoke, I use the shard of mirror to cut my finger. A few drops of blood drip into the fire.

The sharp claws that had appeared last night seem to vanish.

I flinch and drop the mirror in the fire.

They come back.

I open the window of my room. I wrap one of my hands, the left one, the one I cut, in a towel, and pick up the fire.

I take the rest of the cup of water from last night in my right hand.

I carry both to the window and extinguish the fire, water overflowing from the shallow dish.

I carefully pick out the piece of mirror.

The claws become invisible again.

I seem to have created a talisman.

I grip it and look at myself. I can still feel them, but the wings and tail seem to have disappeared.

I look in the full length mirror on the wall.

They still seem to be visible. Odd.

I am going to have to avoid mirrors.

It’s probably the silver. That’s apparently why vampires can’t see themselves. Silver is a symbol of purity. Dad probably doesn’t know that.

If he’d been any cheaper or simply gone to IKEA, I’d probably look normal.

So I open the selfie camera on my phone. Good. Blue eyes.

I put the shard in my pocket.

Red eyes.

Ok. So it doesn’t work unless if there’s anything between it and my skin.

I put it on the floor and hover my hand over it.

I conclude that it’s effective from a distance of about two inches.

I’ll make a necklace then.

I’m good at crafts.

Nobody ever has to know.

… But will Abby tell him? Or would Uriel?

No. I don’t think Uriel would. Those two can’t stand each other.

But Abby? Is she the kind to keep secrets? She kept Uriel from dad, but Uriel was never a threat. I could be dangerous. I don’t want to hurt anyone but…

Dark magic has consequences.

Well, I’ll just do what the imaginary dark magic users I made up do. Use illusions, and lie about my mental and physical health :3

#violet morningstar #good omens rp #discord rp #this is a stream of consciousness

[monsterbroth]

I’m so lonely right now I would accept being murdered by a hot ghost if it means we can kiss afterwards

#/j /j #thoughts #death mention #unreality #ask to tag #or just hold hands or something that’s ok too #i don’t wanna be murdered like #generally #but man I’d kill for some physical contact yknow? #or die for some physical contact in this case #nowd be a great time if any hot ghosts are around #it’s 3am I’m in the bath in the dark listening to spooky music #my ouija board is in the other room and I don’t wanna get it wet but it’s like. not not here #I don’t have any candles but I can light a towel on fire if that’s the problem

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine…Dean Making You Dinner For The First Time

Pairing: Dean x reader

_________

“Hot date tonight?” teased Sam. You spun around from in front of the mirror in the bathroom, glaring at him. “The door was cracked open so this is really your fault.”

“Go away!” you said, dabbing eye shadow gently on your left lid. “Sam! I’m not joking!”

“Right...” he said, slipping in and shutting the door. “So is there any particular reason you look like you’re getting ready to go to prom?”

“I do not!” you said. 

“Your dress is literally purple.”

“It’s lilac and soft and pretty. I thought you were going out tonight to you know...”

“Give you and Dean time alone for your first proper date after pining for each other for oh, how many years was it?”

“Shut up.”

“You’re both freaking wrecks and acting like weirdos. You love each other already. I don’t get why you’re suddenly putting on a show.”

“Excuse me for wanting to dress up nice for my first real date with my boyfriend.” You finished your other eye and ran a hand through your still damp hair. “I knew I should have washed this last night.”

“Y/N. A bit of advice when it comes to my brother?” he asked. You sighed and nodded, Sam walking over and holding out a washcloth to you. “He likes the way your hair looks after a shower. Messy but not. He likes your face. He likes who you are. If you go changing that because you two are finally together...I can’t guarantee he likes the new version the same.”

You looked up at him in the mirror, Sam smiling and resting the washcloth down on the counter.

“You look beautiful tonight Y/N. I was only teasing. I’ll be back late. Call me if you need me,” he said. He started to leave and you caught his wrist.

“Is it too much for a first date?” You looked down at yourself and he was shaking his head when you raised it again.

“No. I just think it’s a little silly is all. You’ve been through it all together and seen blood and sweat and tears and...I just hope you’re dressed this way for you and not for him. He’s seen the crap and he loves it. No need to impress.”

“Thanks Sammy,” you said, getting a quick hug from him. When the room was quiet again you looked yourself over in the mirror. “Okay. Maybe I went a little heavy on the makeup. Let’s try this again.”

You rubbed your arm as you walked into the dim library a short while later, Dean lighting a candle, still in his red button down, a kitchen towel over his shoulder. He immediately jerked up and ripped it away, hiding it behind his back.

“I like your hair,” he said quietly.

“I took a shower. I’m letting it air dry.”

“I know,” he said with a smile. You walked over in front of him, Dean’s gaze going down and smirking. “I got a thing for a girl in a lilac dress and flannel bootie slippers you know.”

“I know,” you said. You leaned up and kissed him, Dean dropping the towel and resting both his hands on your hips. “Is the awkward nervous part over? Can we just be us again?”

“Oh thank god cause I really didn’t want to wear a suit tonight.” 

“Don’t change for me. Ever.”

“I’ll do my best not to,” he said, a smell wafting in from the kitchen and your mouth instantly drooling. “You haven’t even tasted it yet.”

“I’m sure it’s going to be amazing,” you said, an alarm going off. “That would be the smoke alarm in the kitchen.”

“Yes. Yes it would.” He dashed out of the room and you heard the fire extinguisher go off, Dean wandering back after a moment and leaning against the door doorframe.

“You know I could totally go for pizza right now. Or literally any takeout. Yup, that’s totally what I want now.”

“This is why I love you,” he chuckled, kissing your temple and taking a deep breath. “Just...don’t go in the kitchen for any particular reason tonight. Just you know...avoid it.”

“Can do,” you said, picking up the bottle of wine from the table. “At least we can drink while we wait for takeout?”

“You read my mind sweetheart.”

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#supernatural #spn #dean x reader #dean winchester #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean #winchester #dean spn

[cayofdreams]

12 Nights of XXXMAS | Day 1: Breeding

Fit for a Princess

Pro-Hero!Deku x Reader

Summary: Upset at your fiance for not being able to come home on time for Christmas Eve, he makes it up to you with a gift only the likes of you could adorn. But now it’s time to fill your princess duties...

Words: 4.6k

Warnings/Tags: mirror sex, breeding, overstimulation, a dash of dumbification

Notes: uhh this was supposed to be like 2k words but then libido existed. Tagging @butterscotchbaku​ because their dom deku supremacy rhetoric has corrupted into my brain cells.

The view of the wintery outside was marvelous from your window. The snow painted the scenery a shimmering white, the various Christmas decorations adorning neighbor’s homes could place you directly into a wonderland, and the kids giggling and playing as they made snow angels under the street lights created the perfect picture of innocence.

Inside your home wasn’t bad either. The fire cracking at the fireplace sounded tranquil for your auditory senses, the Christmas tree in the living room gave you peaceful nostalgia from your childhood, and the smell of the sugar cookies baking in the oven was comparable to a candle from the most luxurious of department stores.

And yet, you were upset.

Or perhaps anger is the more fitting emotion dwelling over you currently. Your lover and recent fiancé, Midoriya Izuku was currently not treating you like the winter princess you deserved to be treated as. At this moment he was out doing patrols and other related hero work instead of tending to your very important needs.

What was even the point of doing all that work if his so-called ‘love of his life’ was sad, frustrated, and alone? It was easy for you to take the holidays off, granted you weren’t the #1 hero, but even still, your fiancé being in such high stature should make it easier to take days like this off, right? Surely, he was doing this to get back at you for something. After-all, he said he’d definitely be home by 4 p.m., and yet here it is closing in at 8:25 p.m, and you’ve yet to see even a text message from the man.

You even went out to get his specially crafted gift this morning so that he’d have something to look forward to on Christmas. And now you were regretting that.  He didn’t deserve anything special from you after pulling a no-show on his own fiancé on Christmas Eve.

*brrrring!* *brrrring!*

“Arf! Arf! Arf!”

The sound of the timer going off alerted you of the cookies being done and temporarily brought you out of your pity session. It also alerted you and Midoriya’s one-year old puppy who was always so excited to hear when it seemed food was ready.

“Calm down, Mighty. You can’t have sugar cookies, remember? They aren’t good for you.”

Quickly wrapping an apron around your waist, you tucked on the oven mitt and carefully placed the cookies from the oven to the kitchen counter.

“Arf! Arf!”

“You are so needy, aren’t you? You look like Izu but you have my personality.” You reached into the cabinet above you to grab the dog treats you stored away. Grabbing two of the biscuits, you bent down to hand them to your puppy. “Here baby, you can have these.”

Satisfied with how happily little Mighty was chopping on the treats, you decided to wait for your own treats to cool before decorating them. Going to sit down on the couch, you grabbed the remote to flick on the television, an attempt at distracting yourself from current frustrations.

A bad decision considering everything broadcasted now seemed to deal with lovers and families coming together for the holidays. The cheery smiles and rosy cheeks on the actors’ faces made you burn with jealousy as you sat fiancé-less in your home.

“Jake! You actually…you actually came back to me for the holidays!”

“Of course, I did Katherine. I wouldn’t miss spending Christmas with you for the world.”

You sucked your teeth at the overly-dramatic displays of affection, deciding to turn off the T.V. all together. Rubbing your fingers along the bridge of your nose, it seemed even Mighty took pity on you, as he jumped on the couch to snuggle his little body into yours. Picking him up and cuddling him into your chest, you fantasized about your fiancé walking through those doors. How he’d pick you up and carry you to the bedroom, peppering kissing along your face and telling you how-

*clink!*

The sound of the door unlocking made your heart jump and Mighty to jump from your arms to run to the door, barking in excitement at who’d soon walk through.

“Heheh~ Hello little Mighty. Did you take care of Y/N while I was gone?”

“Arf! Arf! Arf!”

His tail wagged enthusiastically as Midoriya bent down to rub all around his ears. “You did? Such a good boy.” Standing back up, he looked at your figure still sitting on the couch, arms folded and lips formed into a pout. “I’m sorry I’m late, baby. Some things came up on the way home.” Putting down his gear by the door, he walked into the kitchen, immediately in amazement at the cookies you seemed to bake for him. “You made cookies? They smell so good, can we eat them now?”

Standing up, you hastily walked to the kitchen, grabbing away the pan of cookies before Midoriya could grab one. “No. They aren’t for you.” You placed the pan on the farther end on the kitchen counter, further symbolizing your statement.

Midoriya let out a small giggle, finding a bit of amusement in your bratty displays. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulled you into him before squeezing you into a tight hug from behind. “That’s okay, you look and smell much better than those cookies anyways.” He attempted to kiss you on the cheek, but you moved your head away with a click of the tongue. “Plus, you look so delicious in that apron. I never get to see you look so much like a little housewife.”

You forcefully pulled yourself away from Midoriya’s embrace before placing folded arms once again under your breasts. “Well I’m not a housewife. Or a wife, it seems.”

Finding your comment to hit a bit below the waist, he furrowed his eyebrows at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You huffed out a puff of air, standing there briefly before brushing past him out of the kitchen. “Y/N!” Ignoring his calls, you entered the bedroom and Midoriya heard the loud shut of the door.

Deciding to give you time to calm down, Midoriya let you be as he stripped down to hop in the shower. As the hot water beat down his back, he thought about how to best analyze his current dilemma with you. He was no stranger to your more rebellious attitudes, but it seemed today you were actually pissed at him. And he could admit that you had reason to be.

This was the first holiday that the two of you were to spend together since becoming engaged. You even baked cookies for him. Wearing an apron at that. Given the amount of work you had piled up yourself throughout the year, you never really had the time to show such cute displays of love. You were probably even excited to have a couple days to play a cute housewife for him, and to you, he probably ruined that by not being home for half the day.

But you needed to understand as well. That given his position in society he couldn’t just take days off no matter how special the occasion. It didn’t matter how much previous overtime he worked, or how many villains he’d catch. It didn’t matter how badly he wanted to be home with you. How badly he wanted to have you curled up in his arms, sitting by the fireplace while munching on cookies very much outside the both of yours’ diet. He wanted that just as much as you did, but what he wanted even more was to be a hero. To be your hero. And it’d take sacrifices from the both of you to continue to be that.

As Midoriya stepped out of the shower, he dried himself off with one of the fancy towels you must have recently decorated the bathroom with for the holidays. Chuckling to himself, he put on a pair of pajama pants and went to retrieve a bag that he left under his gear. As he opened the door to the master bedroom, he was met with your curled up back, the light of the phone screen illuminating your side profile.

“You know…it’s still just Christmas Eve, babe.” Midoriya approached the side of the bed, placing the small gift bag on the dresser. “We still have Christmas to spend with each other.”

Continuing to face away from him, you scrolled mindlessly on your phone. “Christmas Eve has the word ‘Christmas’ in it. So that makes it Christmas. Which means you missed Christmas, Izuku.”

“Don’t be like that, Y/N. You’re a hero yourself, so you know how demanding this life is.”

“I-…I know. I just- I just wore something so special today and it doesn’t even matter anymore.”

Wore?

“Doesn’t matter anymore? There’s still a couple hours of Christmas Eve, Y/N.” His words seemed to fall on deafened ears as you stayed silently scrolling on your phone. Sighing, Midoriya pulled out a long black box from the gift bag and held it in his hand. “So, you don’t want your Christmas present?”

His lips curled into a smile at how your head perked up from the mention of a gift. “I was going to wait until the Christmas that is tomorrow but since you’re so upset, I’ll give it to you tonight.” Despite a stern exterior, Midoriya truly thought you were like a puppy. So whiney and mean until you got the treat you felt like you earned. Well today was training day.

“You got me a gift, Izu?” You straightened up to sit on the edge of the bed, curious eyes falling from his shirtless physique to the long black box in his hand. The velvety material informed you that this was no ordinary gift. “What is it?”

“Something only fit for a princess.” Your lips started to match Midoriya’s curled ones as you jumped up and got closer to him. Your hand started to reach for the box before he held away from your reach.

“I said only fit for a princess.”

“I- I am a princess! C’mon let me see it~!”

“I don’t know, Y/N. You didn’t even share any cookies with me…”

“They’re your cookies! All of them! Lemme see, lemme see!”

Midoriya continued to keep the box from your reach, finding your switching between excitement and pouting to be cute. “You said you wore something special, right? And as beautiful as you look in those pajamas, I’m sure that’s not what you were referring to.”

You fiddled with the first button on your top, your facial expression becoming more flustered. “But…I’ve been wearing it for some hours now. I probably wore out that new feel to it…”

“Good. It probably matches your smell now.”

After hesitating for a brief period, you finally undid the first button, slowly continuing to undress yourself. Midoriya watched with a quiet gaze, still clutching onto the box in hand. After unbuttoning the top, you slipped off your pajama pants before sliding off the top, fully revealing your gift to him.

“Wow…” You were wearing a dark green lingerie, specially made in order to hug you in all the right areas. Midoriya could tell by the side cut-outs on your stomach that it was designed to mimic his hero-costume. The lacy garter and its belt accentuated your waist and thighs even more than they naturally did on their own.

But the perfect icing on the cookie was simply your face. The way that even the dim bedroom light seemed to make your e/c eyes glimmer in illumination. How your pouty lips formed the perfect bow. And best of all, how despite that pout, you still seemed to look innocent to him. Most days you looked more sexy or daring. But tonight, despite such erotic attire, to Midoriya you never looked more cute.

“Do you like it…?”

Midoriya put the box down on the vanity, meeting your reply with rough hands that massaged all around your body. The little whimpers that left your lips as he squeezed softly at your laced breasts sounded like carols in his ears. “You really are a princess,… princess.”

“T-That’s what I said. Can I have my gift now…my green-haired prince?”

Midoriya chuckled as he guided you by the waist to stand directly in front of the vanity’s mirror. He hands continued to roam and squeeze around your body as he looked at your reflection. “My princess can have whatever she wants. Just let me see all of you, baby.”

You slowly took the box in your hand, firstly inspecting the exterior. The velvet felt so soft in your hands, a savory compliment with the rough caresses from your fiancé. Carefully opening it, the shimmering of the contents greeted your eyes as Midoriya’s lips greeted the tenderness of your neck.

It was a headband. But not just any headband. An elegant one; fully decorated in the most precious of diamonds. You even recognized the rare diamond cut as being the same kind as the one adorning your ring finger currently. The shine of its beauty bouncing off the dim lamp’s light brought a tear to your eye.

“I figured since you’re my princess, you deserved the finest of crowns.” Midoriya’s hands slipped down your arms to cradle your hands that were clutching tightly on the velvet box. “Should I crown you?”

You silently nodded, wiping a stray tear that streamed down your cheek. Looking into the mirror, you saw your fiancé once again embellish you with diamonds. The bejeweled headband seated snuggly around your head, you couldn’t help but feel like you were truly wearing a crown. “It’s so beautiful, Izuku…” Your eyes shifted to Midoriya’s, who was looking at your reflection with the merriest of smiles.

He pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder before looking back at you. “Only because you’re wearing it, princess.” His hands slid down to your waist, squeezing at your laced flesh. “I think it’s only right for you to do your princess duties now, Y/N.”

You shifted your head sideways to side-eye your fiancé quizzingly. “What do you mean? What duties?”

Midoriya kissed your neck once more as he slid one hand over your lacy garter, into your panties. He slowly rolled his fingers around your folds, pleased with how you were already a little wet for him. He could thank your materialism for that. “It’s only right for you to make an heir.”

“N-No way…”

“You don’t want children with me, Y/N?”

Midoriya’s question rang through your ear as his fingers slickly circled your clit. “You want children with me?”

You felt a puff of air hit your skin as Midoriya softly chuckled at your question. “Well…It’d be a lie to say I haven’t thought of filling you up with puppies. And tonight-“ Midoriya slipped a finger inside your pussy, curving it to graze right against your g-spot. “You looked so damn cute in that apron. If I were home to see you baking cookies in that, you’d already be plump with my future children.”

Midoriya slipped another finger inside, using the pad of his hand to continue stimulating your throbbed clit. “Izu~!” His other hand slithered up to your breast, squeezing and twisting at your nipple from outside its lacy barrier.

“Look at yourself, princess.” Your eyes that had drifted to the vanity’s surface aligned back at their reflection. The headband atop your head shimmered beautifully through the mirror. “Imagine how stretched out that garter will get when your tummy swells with my kid.”

A sinful moan escaped you, the thought of having Midoriya’s children starting to lustily plague your mind. As he continued playing with your sponge like an instrument, you felt your stomach bulge with an oncoming orgasm. “I-Izuku~ ! Gonna cum!” And right on queue it seemed, Midoriya had quickly slipped his fingers out of you, your whine sounding as beautiful as your crown.

“Not yet, Y/N. I researched that its better to cum closer to when a person’s semen is ejaculating inside the womb. It increases chances of impregnation.”

Catching your breath from your failed orgasm, you bent down so your face hovered over the vanity’s surface. With your back elegantly arched, your ass pressed against the hardness of Midoriya’s cock that stood proudly inside his pajama pants. Reaching your hand behind you, you slipped your fingers under the crotch of your panties, pulling them to the side. Your puffy lips looked so soft, and your drenched hole seemed to wait achingly for your fiancé to fill it. “T-Then ejaculate, you nerd~”.  

Licking his lips, Midoriya freed his cock from his pants, giving it a couple jerks as he admired the view of your pussy. Noticing some of your juices were drooling onto the floor, he placed the head of his cock under you, collecting your leaking before rubbing along your folds. He teased you by poking the tip at your clit, relishing in your whine-filled moans that reverberated in his ears. “My princess is so fucking gorgeous.” He slipped the tip in, your entrance now hugging him tightly around the head. “Gonna look even more gorgeous with my child taking up all the room in that tummy.”

As he sunk his cock in, the stinging stretch of it made you impulsively tighten your walls even more around him. “Oh my god- Izuku~!” There was never a time where the thickness of Midoriya’s cock didn’t take you by a slightly painful surprise. When he was half-way in, he paused to check in after your thighs started to quiver. He noticed your lull in breathing as you held your breath in.

“Breathe, baby.” He reached his hand around your thigh to twiddle with your clit. “You need a little help? Don’t worry.” You nodded, succumbing to the onslaught of pleasure brought on by Midoriya’s fingers. “You always struggle to take my cock at first.” The sounds of your moans filled the bedroom as your stretched pussy relaxed around his cock. “But then you end up taking me- “. Feeling you grow slicker with each flick at your clit, Midoriya slowly sunk the entirety of his cock inside you. “-All the way to the hilt.”

His balls softly slapped against your clit and your walls twitched around him. With fingernails scratching against the surface, you looked behind you to meet his lustful green eyes. “You- You’re all the way in?”

He replied with a chuckle before bringing his hand toward your face, squishing your cheeks tenderly between his fingers. “That’s right. Look-“ Guiding your face to look back into the mirror, he started to gently thrust inside you. “Look at how well you’re taking me, baby. My cock fits so snug inside my princess.”

“Ohh shit~ Izuku-!” Midoriya’s increased his pace, his cock seeming to grow even more at how your silky pussy hugged around him. “You’re getting biggerrr~! Feels good!” You started to jerk your hips back to meet his thrusts, now balancing yourself on your forearms that rested on the vanity.

“Are you going to cum? Going to get your womb nice and ready for me?” Midoriya wrapped his scarred hands around the sides of your waist, squishing hard enough for your fat to plunge through his fingers. “Keep looking at your beautiful face in the mirror, Y/N. I want to see and hear you call my name when you cum.”

Midoriya pumped his cock vigilantly inside you while your pussy fluttered pleasingly around him. You looked at yourself in the mirror, in awe at how drunkenly you had become for him. The elegant band that was fit on your head was practically a juxtaposition against your lecherous facial expressions. Your mouth gaped open for delirious moans to pour out, while saliva drooled down your chin onto the vanity. Certainly no proper look for a princess you thought.

As the head of Midoriya’s cock plunged against your spongy sweet spot, your hands gripped at the edge of the vanity, desperate for stability. “Izukuuu…~”

“Go ahead, princess. Please cum for me.”

You tried to keep looking at your reflection but your eyes drifted to the back of your head as the pressure of your orgasm swelled inside your core. “I’m cumming~! Izuku! I’m cumming~!”

The feeling of your pussy convulsing around Midoriya’s cock made him grunt as he reached his own orgasm. His fingernails dug into your flesh, almost breaking skin while his thrusts became more jerky and erratic. “Fuck! Y/N- You feel so good-! Gonna cum inside you-!”

You felt the warm thickness of his cum filling you inside, his cock pulsating with every spurt. He slowly slid in and out of you as he calmed down and his grip around your waist softened. Regaining his breath, he slipped completely out of you, a bit of his cum dripping out as well. He slipped his hands under your chest to stand you up before gently gripping you behind the neck to pull you into a kiss.

The kiss was sloppy and wet as you were too in-the-clouds to pay attention where you moved your tongue. You simply whined as he sucked on the pink muscle, gripping on his bicep to maintain your balance. Midoriya lapped up the drool from your chin before licking at the inside of your mouth again.

Finally separating his lips from yours, he gave a squeeze to your ass before pushing you down on the bed. “Are you ready to be bred, princess?” He cradled his hands under your knees, pushing them up to be positioned by your breasts.

Your eyebrows furrowed, confused at his question. “B-But you just came. You came inside…”

He chuckled as he rubbed the tip of cock along your folds, gathering up the drooly mix of your juices and his seeped cum. “You didn’t think one time would be enough, did you? We have to make sure you get completely filled up, Y/N. Otherwise the chances of you getting pregnant won’t be so high.”

He sunk his cock inside of you again, the new mating-like position making it so his cock aimed directly against your now tender g-spot. The oversensitivity of it make you whine loudly as your hands reactively came up to press against his abs, attempting to slow him down. “Its-! Its too sensitive right now-! Wait a second~”

Midoriya shushed you as he took one of your hands in his, placing it beside your head as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “Ssshh…You’re not supposed to be bratty anymore, remember?” His balls pressed against your ass as he filled you once more all the way to the hilt. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix made a high-pitched moan leave your lips. “You took it so well before, so just do it one more time, okay?”

His hips grinded against yours as he took slow and deep thrusts inside your pussy. The feeling would have been sensual if it wasn’t for your current high levels of sensitivity. You could feel the head of his cock glide against each rib of your pussy’s walls before softly poking your cervix. The fingers that were entangled with your fiancé’s tightened with each thrust. “M-My cervix~ Too fucking big~”

Midoriya leaned down to press delicate kisses around your face, admiring how your moans were now sent directly into his ear. “I’ll be careful, okay? I can move how I want as long as I don’t hit it, right?” You nodded, a bit nervous at the foreshadowing question.

Midoriya straightened his torso, his hands finding their place back on your thighs as he put all nearly all his weight on you. Taking his cock almost entirely out of you, he quickly submerged it back inside, making sure to stop before he hit your wall. Although not reaching your cervix, he still made sure to properly grind against your g-spot, making your pussy even soppier than before.

His cock plummeting in and out of your pussy made squelching noises as the creamy mixture of your fluids spurt out on your thighs. Your hands wrapped around his forearms, fingernails scratching against the flesh. Your breathing became harsh pants as your tongue lolled out from between your lips. You feel yourself about to reach another orgasm and the throbbing of Midoriya’s cock told you he was at the same state.

“You-You’re gonna make me cum again~!”

“Me too, Princess. Are you going to take more of my cum?”

Nodding profusely, you focused on the growing bulge inside your stomach. “Y-Yeahh~!!” Bringing your hands up to his muscled shoulders, you looked euphorically into his green eyes. “Kiss me! Please~!”

Without any hesitation, Midoriya leaned down chest-to-chest, sloshing his tongue with yours. Saliva trailed down your cheeks as you mingled your fingers in his curly locks. His cock now hitting you in deeper places, your pleasure would override the kissing at your cervix. As you came around his cock, you felt once again the hot spills of Midoriya’s semen filling your womb. You moaned whinefully into his mouth as he continued to slowly thrust into you. The lubrication of his cum making his strokes slicker.

Ending the kiss, Midoriya wrapped his arms around your back, cupping your body into him as he started to pound into your pussy once more. The pleasurable feeling was too intense, making you barely able to think anymore. “F-Fuughh~!! Ijhuku!!”

“Just one more time, princess. Okay?” His thrusts now shallow and deep, you became lost in delirium as his cock relentlessly plundered into your pussy. “Wow, look- You’re feeling good even when I’m hitting your cervix, aren’t you? Taking me this deep- You’re going to be so full of my kids.”  

“I-Ijhukuz babieess~!!”

“Heh~ If only we were still by the mirror, you could see how you look right now, all drunk from my cum.” He reached his thumb down circle at your clit, making your pussy clench around him in reaction. “Gosh, can you hear how mushy you are, princess? You’re so fucking soft inside. So perfect for me.”

“Guh-Guhmming~!!” Desperate to seek a break from the continuous pounding against your overstimulated sponge, you squirmed your hips around, pushing your hands against Midoriya’s shoulders in attempt to escape his grasp.

“Just hold still, okay? I’m- I’m almost there-“ Grunting behind gritted teeth, he wrapped his powerful arms around your head to further lock you in place.

“Haaahh~! Ijhuuu-!” Your thighs quaked intensively at Midoriya’s more rapid and deep thrusts as he chased his final orgasm. Pitchy and incoherent babbles filled his ears, further gratifying his desires. “Y-Yur cumm~ Sho full-! Sho full of- Ijhukuz cum~! Sho muchh~!”

“Oh fuck, princess. Your pussy and voice- Fuck! So cute-!” Midoriya’s pants became erratic and gaspy as his cock throbbed inside you. With a couple of longer and harsher strokes he finally released the last of his load inside your womb, a bit of it seeping out onto the bed from there not being much room for more.  

Without slipping out of you, Midoriya straightened his back, smiling while he looked at your blissed-out face. He maneuvered your leg to the other side of his hip so that you’d be rested on your side. Laying down with his chest against your back, his hands caressed the area below your stomach, admiring how plump it became with his cum.

“I can’t wait to see how you beautiful you look in the next few months…” Peering at your side profile, he noticed you were deep in slumber. Pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, he gave a couple of gentle strokes, as if verifying that his cum was properly preserved inside you. Satisfied, he cradled his arm under your head, continuing to stroke your stomach lovingly as he closed his eyes.

“But we’ll have fun until then won’t we, princess?”

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Laws of Candle Care

Candles, while popular in religion and magik, are rarely properly cared for. Many who use them don't even know how to take care of them. And when you don't take care of your candles, especially candles used for divination, you use them up much quicker and get a lot of false responses.

This guide is important for anyone who burns or wants to burn candles, regardless of how much you think you know.

Vocabulary

There are many, many types of candles. This isn't anywhere near all, but the four kinds you should be aware of:

Tealights: (small, round candles, usually about an inch in diameter)

Pillars: (freestanding cylindrical candles of varying sizes)

Container candles: (candles poured directly in a container--includes prayer candles, which are tall glass pillars)

Tapers: (Tall, thin candles that stand in holders--includes chimes, which are miniature tapers)

Wick: The string, wood, etc. in the center of a candle that you light. Usually a cotton string coated with wax.

Hugging the edges: The process where the outer edges of a partly melted candles are pushed in to extend burn time.

Burn time: The amount of time it takes a candle to burn out when properly maintained and/or the amount of time a candle is being burned

Double boiler method: Heating wax in a pot inside another pot of water. This prevents it from catching fire or burning.

General

Location: Burn candles at least 1 foot from other flammable materials. Never burn a candle directly under anything--candles need at least a meter/yard of space above them to burn safely. Be careful when burning candles on a desk or near other candles. If burning a non-container candle, make sure it's on a heatproof surface like a plate to catch wax.

Wicks: Always trim your wick to 1/4 inch before burning, no exceptions. Wick trimmings should be removed from the candle, not left to accumulate in the pool.

Holders: Use a properly sized holder. This is a holder that the candle can sit in the bottom of, but will not shake or fall if lifted.

Burning: Not all candles can burn unattended. In fact, very few can. Always assume that you can't let a burning candle out of your sight. The main exceptions to this are container candles, but even so, not all container candles can burn alone. Prayer candles are designed to burn continuously, but still require clear, safe space, and should be checked on.

Melting: The first time you burn any candle, you must allow the wax to melt up to the edge of the candle before extinguishing it. Ideally, you'd allow this pool to reach the edge every single time. If you don't, the candle will tunnel, shortening its lifespan.

Extinguishing: Blow, pinch, or snuff a candle. Never use water to extinguish a candle--this makes it more likely to explode in future.

Troubleshooting

Candle wont light: Check if the wick is too short. If it is, hold a flame near the wick and pour out wax in increments until it can light.

Candle is tunneling: Burn it all the way out to the edge. You may need to manually melt the edges with a separate flame. You might also have forgotten to hug the edges.

Flame is smoking: There's a few possible reasons;

Wick is too tall: This one's easy, simply trim it.

Too long burn time: If a candle burns too long (usually 3+ hours at a time), the wick may curl or "mushroom." Extinguish and trim.

Insufficient air: Most smoking comes from a flame not having enough oxygen (which the above two can cause). This can also come if your space isn't well ventilated, or if there's wind, breezes, or other moving air.

Only one side is melting: The candle's wick is likely poorly centered, or you're burning it with one side in a hotter/colder place. You may be able to move it the wick to the middle when melted, or move the candle. Otherwise, it's usually fine to ignore on its own.

"Oh no, what do I do if my candle..."

Spills: Surround the pool with paper towels. Wait for it to cool, then pry off wax with a knife. Beeswax peels easiest. If there's still wax and it's on fabric, put paper to blot on both sides, and iron. Wash as normal.

Explodes/Cracks: If it didn't put itself out, extinguish it immediately. Clean spilled wax and, if present, glass. Do not try to re light the candle, even if the candle is still usable.

Has a curling wick: Extinguish, trim, and wait to fully solidify before burning again.

Catches something on fire: Immediately extinguish both. It's best to own and use a fire extinguisher for this, as water doesn't always work or cool it down well. Avoid blowing if at all possible, as this can feed the flame. Do not reuse the candle afterwards.

Candle FAQ

Q: How are candles made? A: It varies based on the candle! The most common method is by melting down wax in a double boiler and pouring it into a mold, or dipping string repeatedly in a vat of wax.

Q: How do you scent a candle? A: Typically, you would mix in fragrance or essential oils when the wax is melted before pouring it into a bowl.

Q: Can you put herbs in candles? A: Certainly! But please don't do this if you aren't experienced in candle care, it can be dangerous when they catch fire if you don't know what you're doing.

Q: How do you color a candle? A: You use specific wax coloring! It's very important to use colors designed for wax, because those are designed to burn safely. Things like food coloring can and will explode or ruin your candle.

Q: What kinds of candle wax are there? A: There's a few, but the three you're most likely to find are paraffin, soy, and beeswax. Paraffin is essentially plastic, making it the least ecofriendly option, but it's cheapest. Soy wax is from the soy plant, and generally fairly cheap. Beeswax burns the cleanest and longest, and is the best for the environment, but it's the most expensive. They can generally be told apart by texture if there's no label; paraffin is usually hard, flat, and bumpy, soy can be flaky and greasy, and beeswax is smooth and sometimes slightly rippled.

Candles in Magik & Divination

Chances are, if you're here, this is what you use candles for. While it's exciting to see candles doing weird things, remember you should always check for mundane reasons. Fire isn't a toy, and an oddly behaving candle can be a hazard, not just symbolic.

When doing a spell with candles, make sure anything on or around the candle(s) is safe to burn. For example, ensuring you used cotton thread or yarn to tie the candle, not adding dangerous herbs to inhale, and keeping an eye on the type of paper you're burning indoors. (Rolling paper is ideal for burning sigils.)

It's a bit disappointing to learn a "sign" was only a poorly cared for candle, but it's far worse to burn your house down over a false sign from an unsafe candle. So take care of them.

More questions? Send in a DM or ask! Feel free to add on in RBs or notes.

#candles #candle magick #candle magic #candle magik #candle witch #fire witch #magick #carromancy #ceromancy #carromankeia #fire safety #candle safety #witch tips #witchcraft #magik

[espship18]

Monsta X comforting you after a bad day at work | Retail Edition

So, tomorrow is black friday- aka the most horrible time of the year. So this post is to all my kings and queens who work retail(and those who have gone through the torment)  Please be kind to service workers- don’t be an ass, we handle your money, lol. Enjoy~

Shownu: Well it finally happened- a Karen called corporate on you. Now, no worries, luckily you have a manager that is supportive so you didn’t get in trouble! But that of course doesn’t make you any less furious. You’d alert Shownu by slamming the door shut- he’d come right to you and hold you. You’d be ranting too fast for him to say anything, and he’s okay with that! He’d take you to your shared bed and let you get all your anger out- you normally don’t snap like this. When you’re calm, he’ll cuddle you til you fall asleep for a nap~

Minhyuk: You have a lot of tolerance for your management but one particular day you’d get pushed over the edge. Your display projects got rejected, customers trampled on top of you, AND your time off request was rejected for being “short-staffed”. You lost your shit and went home early. It’d be a nice surprise for Minhyuk, until you started crying out of frustration. Hyuk would sit you on the couch, wipe your tears away, and give you positive affirmations. Bonus points if he asks to see your display ideas too!

Wonho: Never in your life did you think you would have to clean up fecal matter as an adult- but here you are. And you don’t get paid enough to do it either. Now here you are a couple hours later, still sick to your stomach hovered over the toilet. You came home in silence but Wonho left you be, only coming to give you a cold towel, and a little snack to get your sugar back up. He’d also clean the whole apartment for you! Living with a boy can be pretty gross, so the last thing he’d want you to have to go through is washing dirty undies, no thanks~

Kihyun: Being a retail employee is hard- but being a manager can be a lot harder. Today was absolutely horrible because FOUR of your employees called off. When Kihyun read the frantic “i have no staff” text you sent him, he knew exactly what to do. He came to your work place with your favorite drink non-alcoholic bc you’ll get fired and lunch from your favorite place in the food court. He’d eat lunch with you of course, he wouldn’t just leave you to eat on your own! Then when you get home, there’d be a bath drawn just for you to relax in~

Hyungwon: Screaming children, rude customers, and long lines- saying you’d be overstimulated is an understatement. When you called Hyungwon while on your break, hiding in the bathroom in silence as long as you could so he could help you calm down. Coming home after that long day, your shared apartment was turned into a healing space: warm lights, calming scented candles, and all of your favorite blankets and pillows that smell like Hyungwon. He’d give you some space to relax and breathe, and he’d follow up with cuddles.

Jooheon: When Jooheon came home and you jumped when he opened his arms to greet you, he knew something was wrong. After apologizing for scaring you, you explained you had a psycho customer who nearly got physical with you over a sale. Jooheon obviously became furious- since people nowadays are THAT crazy. What made it worse is that your employer wouldn’t let you take the next day off to recover. Obviously that pissed Jooheon off- so with a few phone calls, Jooheon managed to get you the day off as you rightfully deserve it!

I.M/Changkyun: You came home extremely heated- you finally snapped at your toxic co-worker. You were fed U P. This particular co-worker would always try to mess with you and purposely poke fun at you to get a reaction, which you had a tolerance for until their ignorant babbling made you snap. You didn’t get in trouble, thank goodness, and you have Changkyun’s support 110%. He would be SO proud of you for standing up for yourself btw! It takes courage to do that, sooo as a reward, he would take you out for dinner and a mini-shopping spree!

idk about you but i found comfort in this since i too have been through all this, lol, lemme know if you’d want more groups with this concept! my ask box is always open

-STA

#kpop #kpop reactions #kpop reaction blog #monsta x reactions #monsta x au #Monsta X #Reaction blog #shownu #Minhyuk #wonho #kihyun #hyungwon #jooheon #changhyuk #it's so hard to find soft gif of them #damn their maturity lol

[whorphydice]

When the Dark Clouds Roll

Here’s an orphydice winter fic. 

Demeter to the rescue. 

Weather can be unkind, this Eurydice has known her entire life. Weather can still be unkind, even in this new world, Eurydice finds out as the dark clouds roll in.

It had been easier, ever since Orpheus had journeyed to Hadestown and saved the world and, more importantly in the eyes of Orpheus, his wife. Milder winters, longer spring, pleasant falls with gentle rain storms that had Eurydice wanting nothing more than to lie in bed next to her husband and listen to the sound of raindrops on their window. Weather could be faced with a thick pair of socks, a sweater stolen from Orpheus, and a heavy pot of soup bubbling all day long in their kitchen.

This weather felt different down in the core of Eurydice’s bones. It was not going to be a storm that could be weathered safely from in front of the fire with a warm bowl of soup with two spoons.

This weather led to the first time since their journey home that Eurydice felt the beginnings of true  panic.

She’s standing close to the window, hands tugging the edges of her sweater— Orpheus’ actually— tighter to her body, as if the cable knit will ward off this storm that seems to roll in faster than any she remembers in recent times. She considers for a moment what to do next. Light all of their candles? No, they have to conserve some just in case. Start heating food? No, save those for the coming days of no heat. Eurydice is standing next to the kitchen window for what feels like hours, lost in the world before Orpheus and his song that storms in her head.

She startles like a cat, when she feels a broad hand on her shoulder. Even though rationally she knows it can be no one but her Orpheus, she still jumps out of her skin, brought back into her body and out of her thoughts by the contact.

A ceramic mug is slid into her hands as lips brush her forehead momentarily. The smells of cinnamon and bergamot rising from the cup warm her soul as the cup does to her clasped hands.

“You alright?” Orpheus asks, though the concern in his voice reveals that he already knows the answer is not what he hopes it to be.  “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Eurydice does not ease into his touch as smoothly as she usually does, instead tense shoulders betray that she is feeling anything but serene. She does not quite inch away from his touch, but does look down at the tops of her sock clad feet in order to avoid the sweet look of concern that now graced Orpheus’ face.

“There's a storm coming.” It is barely a whisper as she thumbs over the handle of her mug, bringing the warmth to her lips. Her eyes rise to glance ahead and out the window, wide and glistening with the beginnings of what Eurydice knows is fear. She raises her voice just a little as she nods towards the world beyond the windowpane. “The wind changed today, don’t you feel it?”

Orpheus hands grasp her upper arms, rubbing both hands rhythmically over her shoulders. He leans down to kiss her cheek, resting his chin in the crook of her neck. “It’s nothing we haven’t handled before, we’ll be okay ‘Rydice.” His left arm moves down to rest on her hip, fingers drumming lightly over the skin above her bone. “We’ve made it through lots of storms, haven’t we?”

“it’s different this time.” She shakes her head as she speaks, resting her left hand on top of his. “This is different. Like an old storm. A bad one. I’m..i’m not sure the windows can handle a storm like this.” Eurydice moves then, towards a cabinet full of well used, mismatched kitchen towels. She is pulling them out in handfuls, before she begins packing in the window frame above the slln with them. “We need to insulate.”

Orpheus grabs her hand, though, and inches between her and the sink. “Hey, hey..” The hand that had rested on her hip raises to caress her jaw, thumb tracing the bone next to her nose in the way that always relaxes her. “if you want, we could go somewhere! I’m sure we could stay above the bar tonight-“

“No heat there.” Eurydice just shakes her head, trying to get back to her urgent task. “We shouldn’t leave, what.. if we get caught in the storm?” Eurydice knew, all too well, exactly what could happen if they got caught in this storm.

Orpheus is not so easy to relent this time, though. He had decided quickly that he was never again going to let her needs go unmet. Not food, not shelter, and especially not safety.  He is unsure about this next suggestion, not sure how to approach the subject without making her feel like their own preparations were insufficient, or worse, like they were someone’s charity project.

In this moment, though, their safety rose above any potential injury to her pride.

“We could go stay with Persephone’s mom. She offered this summer, and said we could stay whenever, remember?” Orpheus suggests, though he braces for the convincing he will have to do. Eurydice is not one to take the kindness of others easily, never wanting to feel like a charity nor an inconvenience.

He can feel the way her body tenses, knows the way she is preparing to gently turn down his idea. It is in that moment, though, that thunder cracks through the sky and lighting spreads like the web of a spider weaving in the clouds.  She pushes back into his chest, the noise and reminder of nature’s aggression scaring her away from both the door and her upcoming rebuttal.

For once, Eurydice relents without argument, nodding silently as she swallows the lump forming in her throat. She isn’t going to verbalize it, and Orpheus loves her enough not to comment on it, but Eurydice is frightened. She is frightened in a way Orpheus never wanted to see again but in a way he is prepared to fix this time around.

Orpheus moves away from her, only for the briefest of moments, but she does not have the capacity to ask where he goes off too. She is frozen in place, eyes wide and uncertain as she watches the lighting crawl across the sky, closer and closer and closer to them. Her unspoken question would have been answered, when a wool coat is draped over her shoulders, a scarf that had been hand -made by Orpheus himself is wrapped twice around her neck.

He is dressed similarly, in his coat over an already oversized sweater, when he grabs both her hands in his and brings them to his lips in a gentle kiss. He locks eyes with his wife as he does so, giving a reassuring squeeze. “Let’s go.”

And go they do. Out into the cold and dark, wind stinging the skin of their faces as it whips around them. He leads her by her hand, leading her forward from her place beside him. Never behind. She never walks behind, never out of his sight for the slightest moment, even when her voice and touch can assure him that she is there.

They walk this way, side by side, nearly all the way to their town. They turn before reaching the populated area, though, to hike up over a hill. There is a house there, out of town and in the country like their own , but that is where the similarities stop. The old farmhouse is older than Orpheus himself, with no road leading to it. The brown house, with the cream colored window frames and doors, is large and  makes their humble home look more like a garden shed than anything. The window boxes are filled with the only living plants this time of year that can be found for acres, as is expected for Mother Nature herself. The lace curtains are reminiscent of the sleeves of Persephone’s summer dresses, either an homage to the goddess or the inspiration to her style, exactly which they cannot be sure.  From the well maintained roof arises a chimney, with steady, light smoke rising despite the now falling rain.

They had been there once, maybe twice, visiting with Persephone and Demeter over the summer before. After a filling meal from the goddess had left them content on a couch, she had insisted that they come over more, especially in the winter months when she felt the bitter cold of Persephone’s absence in her  heart and in her home.

The rain begins to fall, in cold sharp drops. Orpheus turns to ask Eurydice if she is ready to go in, though her appearance of red tinged cheeks and chattering teeth stops his question and has him rapidly knocking on the door with more than a little anxiety.

There's fire burning; she has to be home, Orpheus thinks to himself, squeezing Eurydice’s hand to reassure them both.

He knocks again, and again, and faith is draining with each passing moment and absence of Demeter.  Eurydice’s skin is draining of some color, he is sure he doesn’t look any better, though she doesn’t comment. He raises his hand to knock a final time when the door swings out of his reach.

On the other side of the door  is a woman who resembles Persephone in so many ways it would seem Persephone had just aged a few decades overnight.  From her long, ringlet curls pinned back by flowers — Holly, this time of year— to the same welcoming, inviting smile Seph offers the first day of spring from the very moment she begins offering treats at the bar, the women are identical.

It’s that same smile and open arms that embrace them both as if she’s known them their whole lives, pulling Orpheus and Eurydice both into a hug and into her home. “Oh I was hopin’ you two would come! I was thinkin’ of y’all when this storm rolled in, I don’t know what that girl of mine is up to with this weather right now.”  

She pulls back from her hug before stepping back to look at them both. Orpheus’ nose and cheeks are a cherry tinted red, and Eurydice’s body shivers from the cold drops of rain hitting any of her exposed skin.  “Now both of you come on inside before you catch your deaths and pay her a visit down there.”

They are both ushered inside, and immediately tugged forward into the depths of her kitchen, which is attached right to her entry hallway. Eurydice is skeptical as she looks around, taking in the colorful combinations of pots, pans, mugs, and dining wares scattered in the kitchen. There are floral hand towels, and a window box growing fresh herbs that is entirely out of place considering the weather. She’s got bowls of fresh fruits and vegetables on the countertop next to her sink, undoubtedly grown freshly by herself despite the seasonal changes.

Must Be Nice, Eurydice thinks to herself, though it is not at all a scrutiny of the goddess.  Still, it is not something Eurydice takes lightly, the ability to provide for herself and her family forever being one of her most important goals.

Orpheus is already unraveling his scarf, gingerly folding the article and tucking it into his coat pocket , before rubbing his hands together to create friction. “Thank you so much, Lady Demeter.” He is always so earnest in his appreciation, and his smile is kind and appreciative as always. He takes Eurydice’s hand again and kisses her palm, before wrapping both of his hands around hers in order to speed up the process of warming her.

“Yes, thank you, really. We really do appreciate this-“ Eurydice agrees, and while she may not be as expressive with new people as Orpheus is, her genuine thanks is apparent to Demeter.

Asking for help does not come easy to this girl. Trust does not come easy to her, either, Demeter determines  from the way she glances at every angle of the kitchen, soaking in every detail.

“Now, there's need to thank me. The world should be thanking Orpheus here, and I personally would like to thank him for making sure I get more of my time with my girl. Wasn’t easy, you know. We’d just settle into routine again, i’d just have her back when he’d come callin’ for her.” Demeter is settling a floral mug in each of their hands, before grabbing her kettle from the stove pouring steaming water into them to not only make their tea but thaw their skin. “lonely enough around here half the year. Even harder when I get even less time with her.” She settles the hot kettle back onto cooler burner. “It’s nice to have y’all here. Bring some life into this house.”

Demeter turns with fists on her hips, to face them as they spend more time warming their hands on the cups than drinking the contents. Eurydice sips slowly, never one to waste a drink, and the way she relishes in it is enough to bring a smile to Demeter’s face. “Y’all hungry?-“ The question is answered by the way Eurydice’s eyes widen alone, and Demeter does not go on with her convincing. “now what kind of question was that, of course you are. I’ll bring up a tray. Now. How about I show y’all to your room? So you can settle in in the meantime.”

Demeter bustles forward through them, to a set of stairs that empties into the back of her kitchen behind the dining table. She gestures for them to follow her,  Eurydice trailing behind her by only a few steps. They ascend the stairs, turn right, and follow her quietly to a room at the end of the hall.

She stands at the side of the doorway and lets them pass her to go inside, before flicking on the light.

Orpheus and Eurydice both stop the second the light flicks on, stunned being an understatement.

In the center of the room is a large bed on a wooden frame, covered in a thick, cream colored duvet, with tiny vines embroidered on.  The bed hosts more pillows than they have in their entire home, and a knitted throw sits at the foot of the bed. On the wall in front of the bottom edge of the bed is a roaring fireplace, with wood crackling angrily inside. A stack of extra wood sits next to the brick foundation, dry and ready for use.  

Eurydice steps closer, kneeling in front of the warmth and immediately letting out a sigh of pure relief.

“…maybe I hoped y’all would come.” Demeter speaks, answering any unspoken questions as to how the wood was already burning, or how the corner of the duvet was turned down to reveal just a peak of soft sage colored sheets.

“And right through that door over there is the bath.  There's towels in there already, go right in and warm yourselves up. Should have some soaks and soaps in there for ya.” Demeter points at a slightly ajar wooden door in the left wall. “take your time, warm up, and i’ll bring up something for y’all to eat to hold ya over until breakfast.” She offers them a smile, tapping the door frame before turning and going to leave. “i’m glad y’all came.This home could use more life in it.” Demeter shuts the door behind her, and they can hear the way the old wooden floor creaks with her steps away.

Eurydice turns to look at her husband, then, and feels herself smiling before she realizes that the expression came to her face. She sits firmly on the ground then, rubbing her hands together before extending them out in front of the fire.  “Guess we should’ve brought dry clothes..”

Orpheus lowers himself- less than gracefully— and sits cross legged beside her. “we could leave these ones here to dry…” He suggests to her, leaning down to kiss behind her ear in a way that is not quite  innocent. “she said we could take a bath if we wanted…”

Eurydice tilts her head away when she feels his lips on the top of her neck, sighing in contentment and relief at being safe from the weather.  “Strip down in this weather? My love, it’s far too cold for that.” She cranes her neck to look at him and her hesitance drops when she sees the way he looks at her, with reverence and adoration practically dripping from his face.  “though…I suppose no socks are better than cold and wet ones?”

Her coy smile reaches her eyes and as a result he immediately stands, pulling her up to a standing position as he does. Playfully, Orpheus takes off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground beside him. He starts to  walk backwards, leading her towards the bathroom, never once looking away from her face.

With a laugh, a smile, and no complaints, Eurydice lets him lead her out.

The water that Orpheus fills the bathtub with is hotter than anything they can produce in their home, and the rich lavender scented soap that creates the bubbles is a true luxury.

Eurydice runs her hands through the bubbles, blowing an open handful of them towards her husband as he undresses himself, before he tugs her sweater over her head for her.

Orpheus lowers himself into the water first, leaning against the end of the bathtub opposite the faucet. Eurydice sits in front of him, her back to his chest, and nearly moans at the way the incredibly warm water catches her skin. Her head tilts back to rest on his shoulder, and his hands rub her upper arms to coat them with the water

He hums as he presses his face into the side of her throat, both of them relaxing into the fresh, floral scent of the steaming water. He takes it upon himself to pour some of the soap into his hands, and takes to gently combing it through her scalp, the other hand scooping fresh water to wash away the suds. “I don’t think I’ve ever been in a bath like this.” Whether he meant the temperature, the size, or the luxury, he did not elaborate upon, though Eurydice could guess that it was a mix of all of the above.

“Puts our little tub to shame, doesn’t it?” Eurydice turns her head towards him, nuzzling into the space where his neck meets his shoulder. “Do you think this is Persephone’s room? Is that why it’s so nice?”

“Oh, that could be.” Orpheus nods, but as he looks around, he can’t help but feel like this is something unique for guests. It did not have the bright, floral touches they had come to expect of the springtime goddess, nor the kind of energy that seemed like someone’s childhood home. But still, it was cozy nonetheless.

Eurydice hums in agreement, and just closes her eyes as she further buries herself into his chest. Her hands rest onto of his that rest on the edge of the porcelain rims, threading through his fingers with her own.  

The silence is peaceful, comforting, as they lay together in the water. Their bodies rest pressed together long past the point of water being warm. They don’t know quite how much time has passed, but they weave in and out of sleep as the bubbles fade away.

At some point the coolness of the water wakes them, and they rub at tired eyes with the heels of their hands. She offers him a sleepy smile as she pulls herself up and out of the water before extending a hand to her husband to help him to stand as well. Eurydice wraps the luscious towel around her, shivering as the cool air hits her once more. Orpheus follows, the white linen hung low around his hips, reaching out to take her hand when she leads him back to the bedroom.

On top of the dresser is a tray of pastries and fruits Demeter must have left for them, though their hunger has long since dissipated in exchange for exhaustion.

Orpheus lays their clothes before the roaring fire with care, hoping the articles will be dry in time for them to inevitably trudge home in the morning. He is not sure what to suggest they wear to bed In the meantime, and when he turns to face Eurydice he realizes she has ideas of her own,

The white towel is on the floor, and Eurydice is curled up underneath the embroidered comforter in nothing but her bare skin. She lifts her head off of one of the many pillows, her dark, wet hair fanned out like a halo around her face. “Come hold me, love.”  

He does not need to be told twice, dropping the towel in front of the fire to dry as well before crawling into the king sized bed beside her.

Despite all of the space, he is pulled to her like a magnet, wrapping his arms around her torso, lacing his legs between hers. Eurydice kisses the center of his chest, right over his heart, before resting her forehead in the same spot.

They are wrapped up in the sheets, skin to skin with the other, and  they are ready to face another storm.

This time, this storm, they are prepared.

This time, as the storm comes on, they find all the shelter they need in each other's arms.

#orphydice #orphydice fanfic #orphydice fic #orpheus and eurydice #hadestown #hadestown fanfic #hadestown fic #hadestown fanfiction #I dont even know why I post these to Tumblr when I also post to AO3 #but im sure there are people who like to read on Tumblr better so #demeter #orpheus #eurydice #happy winter y'all

[brokestminimalist]

Broke Laundry: updated 2021

For the time being, let's skip talking about how almost all of us have too many clothes.   The clothes that you have get dirty, and must be washed.  I am going to assume you have access to a modern washing machine, either at your house or a laundromat. We'll call step one sorting:

Sorting: Ain’t nobody got time for this.  This is an extra chore that is 99% not necessary.  Unless you have specialty fabrics or are particular about how white your whites are, it’s just added  stress and a waste of time.  I don't actually own any white clothes anymore, but if I did I'd run a load of whites with a cup of bleach once a month. I do not own things that can’t survive the washing machine, either.  No delicates, no dry cleaning.  I wash towels with clothes, and sheets together with bedspreads. Cleaning rags and towels have their own basket and get washed when it gets full.

Laundry Detergent: Avoid the very cheapest for the sake of your darks, but there is no need to spring for the most expensive thing on the shelf.  In fact, I make laundry detergent from one part washing soda, one part Borax, and one part soap. A double batch is enough detergent to last three months for a single person. Good recipes can be had all over the internet, so go forth and find yourself one.  If you’re washing in cold water and your tap water is very cold, such as in the winter, you may find it necessary to stir your homemade detergent into a cup of hot water before putting it into the machine. Out of detergent?  A spoonful of dish soap will do in a pinch.  Regardless of whether you’re using store bought or homemade, don’t use too much detergent; it’s bad for the machine, the environment, and your clothes.  We do not want to buy new clothes until we absolutely have to, right?  Right.

Fabric Softener: I recently saw a headline about how Millennials are killing the fabric softener industry.  The truth is, they are prioritizing groceries and lights over luxuries like Downy.  If you must have it and can afford it, go ahead.  Measure carefully but don’t dilute unless the package says so.  Fabric softener sheets are a good alternative, if you are using a dryer.  Here at Brokest Minimalist, we use a Downy ball with white vinegar in it.  The vinegar cuts soap residue, softens most fabrics, and is much cheaper.  Plus it’s versatile enough to be used for cleaning as well.  An added bonus is that it doesn’t reduce the absorbency of your towels like regular fabric softener does.

Water:  Set your washer on Tap Cold. Yes, really.  Unless your clothes are very greasy, almost anything can be washed in cold water and will get just as clean.  It isn’t so much the temperature of the water or even the detergent that does the washing, as much as it is the action of the clothes rubbing against each other inside the machine.  Anything that’s machine washable can be washed in cold water, period.

Settings: On our machine at home, clothes go on “casual” and sheets/bedspreads on “heavy duty”. Don’t stress too much about this.  Choose a water level that is appropriate to how full the machine is, add your stuff, and go ahead.

Drying:  Here at Brokest Minimalist, we don’t dry anything in the dryer.  Why?  Because air dries stuff for free, that’s why.  Clothes dryers are one of the most frivolous uses of electricity in the modern world.  They are also one of the number one causes of fire in the United States, after candles and cooking fires.  Unless you are in a huge hurry, hang your clothes to dry. Outdoors if possible, as sun dried clothing smells much better than any fabric softener does.  You don’t even have to spend all afternoon pinning stuff to a clothesline like your great-grandma did, either! Our system is beautiful in its simplicity.  We take our clothes out of the washing machine, hang them on clothes hangers, and then hang the hangers on the clothesline.  If you have a smooth line, tie knots in it or use clothespins to keep stuff from sliding back and forth in the breeze.  If you don’t have a line, put one up or buy a portable or retractable one. In summer your clothes will be dry within an hour in direct sunlight, which is a comparable time to many dryers.  If it’s raining, you can hang them indoors over curtain rods, from your mantel, or on your shower curtain rod.  Even if it’s freezing outside, in direct sunlight your clothes will dry within a few hours. For free.  No kidding.  And UV light is a great sanitizer if you’re worried about germs! Here we hang our and towels and unmentionables on racks purchased from Amazon, such as this and this.  Another tidbit we have figured out, is that there is no need to wait until daylight to hang your clothes. In the old days it was nigh unheard of, but there’s no harm.  The morning dew won’t make your wet clothes wetter.   Do you work nights?  Do a load of laundry after you get home from work and hang it out to dry, even if it’s midnight.  It will be dry by lunchtime tomorrow.   This saves wear and tear on your clothes, it saves electricity, it won’t create extra static like the dryer, and hanging stuff is kind of a nice, meditative way to spend a few minutes. Take some deep breaths of fresh air, reflect on your day, let go of some anxiety.

Does all of this sound too complicated? Written down it’s a lot, but let us take you through a load of laundry we just did.  For the record, it is currently one o'clock in the morning.  It’s 31 degrees outside.

1) Put clothes in washer.  Not sorted, just all the clothes in the hamper or off your floordrobe, dumped into the washing machine.

2) It’s cold out, so put a tablespoon of detergent into a cup of hot water and stir.  Pour in washer. Put white vinegar in Downy ball, toss in washer.

3) Push start button and go do something else.  Read, take a nap, cook, clean bathroom. Write a long-winded Tumblr post.  Whatever.

4) When load is done, hang everything on hangers/racks still wet.  This is the longest part, and it takes 5-7 minutes, max. You can do it while watching tv or listening to music.

5) Carry your hung up clothes outdoors to the clothesline and hang them up, or to whatever indoor location you have deemed fit if it is raining.

These will be dry in a few hours except for very heavy things like thing hoodies or jeans, those may take longer.  Yes, even if it’s cool outside.  As long as there is direct sunlight, they will dry.  When you’re ready, bring them in. All the clothes are already on hangers, so just stick them in your closet.

Once upon a time we had a lot of drama about laundry.  We had fights over whose turn it was, how much Tide to put in, and who was going to clean the lint trap.  When the dryer broke, I absolutely agonized over the three hundred dollars it would take to buy a new one.  That three hundred dollars meant going without cable for two months, it meant scrimping for groceries and paying a late fee on the phone bill.  It was more than an entire paycheck, just to dry clothes!

Today that same dryer is sitting in our laundry room in disuse.  We have it, for emergencies.  A drink spilled on a work shirt, perhaps, that needs to be worn in 30 minutes.  It’s good for fluffing up pillows, on the no-heat setting. It wasn’t worth the stress or the tears or the three hundred dollars we put into it all those years ago.  It’s basically a glorified shelf for our detergent now:

So today, I challenge you, broke person.  Don’t wear those grungy jeans for one more day.   Do a load of laundry, as frugally as you can.  Measure your detergent carefully, hang your clothes to dry.  Your clothes will last longer, your utility bill will be lower, and you will have a few minutes of peace and quiet outside.  It’s less wear and tear, less electricity, and less stress, and that’s a minimalist win.

If you do choose to dry your clothes in a dryer, beware of over-drying as that can cause static and extra wear and tear on your clothes.  Clean out your lint trap, it will make your clothes dry faster and reduce the risk of fire.  If you are too broke to have dryer sheets, wool dryer balls are pretty cheap and effective for fabric softening and reducing static.  We have also heard that you could use tennis balls or a couple balls of wadded up aluminum foil for this purpose.

Happy washing!

Some links: homemade detergent at TSD, and Mr. Electricity’s opinion on dryers.

#minimalism #laundry #energysaving #ecofriendly #broke #frugal

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Compensation | Gojou Satoru

Category: fluff

3k words; Dinner date [5/6]

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The door clicks behind you as you retire into your room after another day of work. Fatigue aches at your bones and the bed is soft underneath as you flop onto it. Investing in a cushiony blanket and mattress is probably one of the best decisions you made in your life. If not the best. 

Drifting away into dreamland sounds amazing. If not for All Might.

“A text is here!” 

“Toshinori…” Even though your favourite character is Hawks, there’s no way you’re not setting Yagi as your ringtone. Groaning, you blindly reach for the phone while not moving your smushed face. Comfort prioritises over the ability to breathe. 

Gojou: Hey! T minus an hour to our reservation! Get ready!

Ah, this. Gojou has made good on his promise to make up for the dinner you missed thanks to his theatrics. Something bubbles in your chest.

Since the beach incident, which ended fine with everyone happy and well-rested, something shifted. In the relationship between you and Gojou. Tensing in the neck, quicker palpitation sometimes. Like the feeling you had when you went on that flight to Shinjuku and also at the beach. Repetition is making it concerning. Maybe a trip to Shouko is overdue.

Gojou: Wear smth nice! Me: ? What? Gojou: They have a policy about ties n dresses or smth. Or we can show up in jeans n see how they react! Me: Let’s not. Gojou: K then! C you in 56 mins ;)

There it is again, the bubbles. Shaking your head to dislodge the feeling, you get ready for dinner.

Joints pop as you rise, lazily gathering towels and clothes. Something nice. If it’s a place with attire regulations, it must be pretty high-class. Or maybe he’s just messing with you to see what you would wear. Better not take any chances. 

Thirty minutes and your muscles are much looser thanks to the hot water. The fragrant smell of your shampoo and body wash puts you in a good mood as well. You quickly slip into a dress, a present Gojou got for you some time ago. It’s a soft and flowy one with intricate snowflakes decorating the ends. It became one of your favourites pretty quickly. 

Rhythmic knocks on the door alert you of Gojou’s arrival just as you’re done drying your hair. After checking in the mirror to see if everything is fine, you open your room door.

The only thing same about him from his usual self is the hair and smile. His casual outfit is replaced with a black suit, presumably the one he bought weeks ago when he tagged along with you to buy Ken-chan a present. Somehow it looks better on him now than it did before. Probably the antique hallway lighting than the department one, it just gives him a more cozy vibe. The blindfold is gone, replaced by sunglasses. His gorgeous irises are still hidden from your view. He cleans up well. 

“M’lady.” Bowing slightly, he stretches his hand out for you to take. You oblige with a giggle. The whole gentleman thing is cute.

“You’re on time for once! No, wait, you’re early!” Time seems to elude Gojou all the time. In the years you’ve known him, he’s never come to a meeting on time, let alone early. Especially ones about him by the higher-ups. There was one time where he didn’t even bother to come but Masamichi-san dragged him by the ear. Unfortunately, there’s no photographic proof which could have been used to mock him with.

“Of course I’ll come on time. Oh, you’re wearing the dress I bought you!” Gentleman vibe goes out the window, him returning to his hyperactive self. It’s still pretty cute. Where the hell is this coming from? There’s a constricting feeling in your throat. 

“Oh, you’ve never seen me wear it. It’s one of my favourites now, and I thought you’d like to see it. What do you think?” By now you’re out in the courtyard, illuminated under the moon. Skipping up ahead, you spin a bit, letting the dress flow out. He doesn’t say anything for a while. “Gojou?”

“You look beautiful.”

“Eh?”

“You look… beautiful.”

The softness in his voice catches you off guard. You stop in your track, the clothing falling and resting against your legs. This is a Gojou you haven’t met before, one with such sincerity and tenderness. He steps up, taking one of your hands in his. Something tingles inside your stomach, like fireflies buzzing around and lighting it up with warmth. What’s happening right now?

“I mean it. You’re dazzling.” 

Fire burns under your skin, originating from where he’s holding you and threatens to consume your entire body. The flutter in your stomach is nothing compared to this. Time stops. The only thing you can hear is his breathing and your heart beating. 

Moonlight cascades over him, showering him in an ethereal glow. Snow white hair shines brilliantly and something seizes at your throat. He slowly lowers his lips to meet with the back of your hand, pressing a light yet somehow heavy kiss. 

You're not moving. Not breathing. It feels like you're standing on a sheet-thin glass, a bottomless abyss underneath you. If you move even a centimeter, take even the slightest of breathes, the moment will break and you'll plummet down. 

Lungs scream at you to breathe. You can't. Not while he's still holding your hand with such gentle sincerity. Heat travels to every cell in your body and the flicker inside your stomach gets unbearable. 

The moment finally ends when his lips detach from your hand. Air slowly returns as he runs his fingers over your knuckles. When he peers down at you, there's just a momentary flash of piercing blue behind his sunglasses that makes your breath hitch. 

"Shall we go?" 

Shooting you a sweet smile, he doesn't let go of your hand and marches on forward. You barely remember to keep up, brain scrambled and chest exploding.

“This is an exclusive place. How did you get reservations this fast?”

“My stunning good looks!”

“Gojou.” 

“Apparently someone cancelled their reservations. Looks and luck. What don’t I have?”

“Humility.

“That cuts me, [Name].”

Stifling laughter, you look out of the window and onto the street. A few weeks ago the view would have been amazing, but now that you’ve experienced flying, nothing measures up to it. There hasn’t been another flight break as you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him for one, since he was so busy, but the exhilaration of the trip never quite left your body. 

When you turn your attention back to him, there’s a lit candle on the table and Gojou’s resting his head on his hand, staring at you. The intensity can be felt over his sunglasses.

“What’s up with the candlelight?”

“No idea.”

Attempts for small talk are useless. A silence sits in the air. Not the comfortable kind that you normally have with him, working in your office while he takes a nap on the sofa nearby. Or the one when he unceremoniously interrupts a break in the garden by coming up and resting his head on your lap, enjoying a soak in the sun with you. Or when you’re eating in the cafeteria together.

Something is just off here. It might be because of… his act earlier. Just thinking about it is enough to bring the blush back. But no, it's more to do with this place. It's much nicer than your school, expensive chandeliers and tablecloths, the air of refinery that everyone else naturally oozes. But it’s distant, detached. It doesn’t suit you or him. Eventually, you break.

“Why did you bring me here?” The smile disappears off of Gojou’s face and his brow scrunches in confusion.

“I thought girls liked this kind of thing!”

"Well, yeah, it’s exclusive for a reason. But I… don’t feel comfortable here. I’m grateful that you brought me here, and I appreciate all the effort you put into this to secure a place for us. It’s just that this feels way too serious to make up for a missed meal. I feel terrible that you went through all that trouble for me. I’m fine with somewhere more casual and comfortable, not the most expensive place you can take me.”

“You think this is the most expensive place I can take you? I’m wounded.” Gojou grips at his heart but the easy-going smile tells a different story. You give him a tentative smile back, worried he might be offended underneath his smile.

“Unless you want to stay here? I’m fine with that as well, this is completely up to you.”

“Nope, it’s up to you. Wanna head out then?” He holds his hand out again. You take it without a second thought. 

“Where is this?”

“My favourite restaurant! They have the best dango for dessert. And of course, the main menus are good as well.” He’s so consistent. 

Customers and chefs alike stare at you two when you walk in. Which is expected when Gojou’s dressed in an immaculate designer suit that’s in complete contrast to the humble and cozy interior of the shop. Some avert their gaze when they realise they’re being rude, but you can see them sneaking a peek from the corners of their eyes. You’re not dressed up as Gojou is, but mortification still flushes your cheeks. It gets worse when he guides you over to a table, leading you to a table by hugging you from behind. This never bothered you before so why is it affecting you so much now?

“Here you go.” He pushes a chair back for you to sit in. A server greets you with a smile, handing over the menu then disappears again. “Is this place better?”

It really is. Spices and the smell of broth leak into the eating areas, triggering your taste buds and causing you to salivate. People chatter and yell and cheer, the cacophony of noises filling the place with livelihood unlike the cold silence of the previous restaurant. This is somehow more peaceful. A smile blooms on your face. 

“This is perfect.” 

The rest of the night is smooth sailing. Gojou knows your taste in food perfectly, expertly recommending which ones to try out. The food is impeccable and the dangos are exquisite, the perfect blend of sweet and chewy. Conversation flows easily once you’re comfortable and blocking out whatever the courtyard thing was. 

He's been away for a while due to a sudden influx in curses so it's nice to have some quality time together like this. With your belly full and warmth spreading over your body, you were ready to hit the sack. 

That is, if he didn’t offer sake to end the night. 

“Hmmm sleepy…” Alcohol doesn’t taste nice. Fuzziness takes over your brain, like thoughts are all mixing with each other and the room is spinning weirdly. Closing your eyes helps. Lights are way still way too bright and it feels like sweat is pouring off you by buckets. Someone’s calling your name but the wall is so nice and cool against your blazing skin. 

“Didn’t know you’d be this much of a lightweight. Hey, hey, you with me?” Gojou’s blurry face comes into view when you open your eyes. Giggles escape you for absolutely no reason. 

“Gojou!” 

“Yes, yes, I’m here. I think you need to stop drinking. Nanami might never let me see you again.” 

“Your cheeks are so squishy!” It’s soft and smooth underneath your fingers, like he doesn’t have pores. Maybe you can’t feel pores with fingers but his skin is just that flawless. “Drop your skincare routine, baby skin.”

“You had like three cups, how are you this drunk? I already paid so let’s go back to school. Lift your arms?” You obey obediently and something warm encases you. A familiar and delightful scent assaults your nose. There’s a click, a lot of clicks, like someone’s taking a photo. You can’t be bothered looking to check. “Can you stand?”

“Mm…” 

“Guess that’s a no. Keep your eyes closed.” 

Your stomach lurches as you’re pulled onto your feet, supported by something under your arms. Cold air rushes onto your face and makes you whine. There’s a call of “thank you” which you reply in your drunken stupor with “I’ll be back!” Laughter comes somewhere from above. 

It’s dark enough outside that you can open your eyes again. Everything’s still a bit hazy but you can find your balance now.

“You think you can handle flying?” There’s really no way to tell other than to try it. So you nod.

There’s a blank memory between that decision and the moment you arrive at your doorsteps. Literally nothing. You blinked after making that choice and now you’re standing outside your room door. You would have fallen thanks to disorientation if not for Gojou supporting you by the small of your back.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” 

He stands around while you get ready to sleep, helping you tie your hair and catching you when you lose balance. After washing, you stare at him and he stares right back. The stare-off continues. He finally gets the message when you point at the dress and walks out. It’s a struggle to get out of clothes in an inebriated state but after much wrestling, you manage. 

Climbing into the bed, you’re about to actually fall asleep when there’s a knock on the door. Groans answer it because it’s way too far away. The person opposite seems to get the message and comes in. You peek and it’s Gojou with a plastic shopping bag. Sitting down and making himself comfortable on the bed, he ruffles through the bag.

“Hey, you have to drink this. It’ll help tomorrow.” He helps you sit up but pauses for a second. Your eyes flicker open. He’s looking at your body. “Are you still wearing my jacket? After you’ve changed?”

“Yup! Smells nice!” You bury your face in the lapel as if to prove a point. The grip on your arm tightens and he looks down. 

“It smells nice?” 

“Mhm. It's you. I feel like I'm being protected." He lets go of you, instead choosing to cover his face in his hands. His ears look red. Flicking it looks fun. "Gojou? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Drink the medicine." Even with your messed up, alcohol-ridden tongue, it tastes bad. Attempts at whining and escaping is futile because he's stronger than you. "There you go. Now sleep."

He helps you down this time, brushing your hair with his fingers and cleaning up after himself. It's nice and fluffy inside the covers. Gojou takes your hand again, pressing another kiss on the back of it. Shorter than the last time but the intensity hasn't changed. 

"Don't leave." It’s basically a whisper, but Gojou freezes immediately. There's no sound for a while and you can't see what's happening because of your drooping eyelids. Alcohol is great at inducing sleep. A rustling sound and his fingers interlocks with yours. 

“You want me to stay? I’d almost say you like me.” His voice is low as well, but still with a teasing lilt, like he's trying to help you fall asleep. So considerate. Always so considerate.

"Maybe." The word trails off into a mumble. Alcohol also gets rid of your filters and the understanding of when to stop talking.

"I'm sorry, what?" 

"Dunno… You're making me feel weird things…" Digging yourself further into the covers, you try to block out even the faint lamplight. Having none of that, Gojou pulls you out from the blanket cave, ignoring your whines.

"You'll suffocate in there. I'm fine with doing CPR but Nanami might not. What do you mean by 'weird things'?" 

"I don't know… There was like… this thing inside my stomach when you did the thing out in the uh… place. My insides felt itchy and weird thanks to you. Take that!" It probably could not have been more easier to catch your fist. "Noooo, you deserve to be hit! You did something to me… That's why I feel so weird when I'm around you. Ever since the beach trip… I sometimes get heart thumps when I see you… It doesn't make sense why I'm feeling this… I don't feel it with other people…" 

In an attempt to show how annoyed you are, you try to flail around on the bed but it comes out more as a tiny jiggle. Like a caterpillar. Gojou lets out a chuckle. It sounds like he’s laughing at you. Smacking him comes to mind but you’re comfortable right now so you’ll forgive him. By now you’re just mumbling into the blanket.

"Because like… it's the same. You know? This, this… whatever this is… Like in the movies, the fluffy ones. When the girl falls in love with the guy. They show like the whole thing with like the thingies… The close up, the blush, heartbeat getting quicker in the background… Thump thump, yeah? Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Silence is his answer. You know he's still there because his hand is still connected to yours.

Sleep addles your mind. There's a whole lot of words popping up, like "Gojou" and "dinner" and "date" for some reason. But it's too late and everything is shutting down. Softly, slowly, you sink into slumber.

"Gojou?" Still nothing. "Hmmm you're asleep as well, huh? That's fine, that's good. You do so much to save everyone, you deserve a break. Like a hero… So brave, so selfless… Really stupid as well, so immature… Hn, maybe I do like you…"

"Say that again?" Oh, he's back. And he's gently shaking your hand, trying to keep you awake. But your consciousness is slipping away and soon everything turns into a pleasant hum.

The last thing you feel is something soft pressing against your forehead.

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| Daggers and Candles.| S.S x reader |

Warnings: A bit of knife and wax play and also, this smut was written 6 months ago and yeah, you could tell this is a bit shitty.

The coldness of the Dungeons made Y/N shiver, her back was against Severus' chest, this is why she hates sleeping in the dungeons instead of her chambers up in the tallest tower of Hogwarts, Severus would not even let her light up the fireplace since he was used to the cold ever since he was a student.

She got to her feet, removing Severus arms around her waist that made the Potions Master stir from his sleep, he opened his eyes to see Y/N walking towards the bathroom, still feeling sleepy and tired, Severus got to his feet to join Y/N in the shower.

Once he got there, Y/N was already naked, feeling the water cascade down to her body, the sight was arousing for Severus, but he knew better than to touch her in the morning, they're late for their class and sure their needs for each other could wait until evening.

"Good morning,"

Y/N greeted, watching as Severus stripped, eyeing his shaft that stood proudly, making her mouth water from the sight, she gulped, feeling her arousal grew at the sight of Severus who was smirking at her.

She tore her eyes away from him, feeling slightly embarrassed for staring, Severus only chuckled and joined her in the shower, both of them washed each other's body, Severus slowly kneaded her breast, making her threw her head back from the pleasure and elicited a soft moan from her.

Severus watched as her face contorted in pleasure, his other hand travelled down to her heat, inserting one finger inside her, the water from the shower continued to pour down to their bodies, she grasped his shaft, slowly pumping that made him groan from pleasure.

He added three fingers insider her, his movements were now fast, drawing her near to her orgasm, Severus could feel her walls clenched his fingers as she bounced on his fingers, adding more pleasure to her body.

"Sev,"

She softly moaned, her forehead was resting on his shoulder and she was no longer grasping his shaft as the stimulation coursed through her body, making her weak to the knees.

She was just about to cum when Severus drew his fingers out from her, whines escaped her lips from the emptiness, making Severus darkly chuckled from her pathetic state.

"No, darling, wait until evening."

"And don't touch yourself,"

He said, taking a towel from the cupboard and wrapped it around himself, leaving Y/N who was now glaring at his back, Severus could not even fight the smirk on his lips as he could feel her burning gaze.

Once she was done showering, she stormed inside their bedroom, hastily picking up a short dress that was enough to bring the predatory inside of Severus, an idea in her mind would make him even madder, so she decided to play her own game, and she knew Severus doesn't have any power to change the rules.

Her first class went smoothly, and the game she was playing started, the first time Severus saw her, she could see the way he gritted his teeth in anger, what's worse was Remus seemed to be entertained by her flirty demeanour, though he knew Y/N was just being playful.

When the dinner comes, Y/N sat between Remus and Severus, completely ignoring Severus who was palming himself under the table at the sight of her slightly exposed cleavage. However, he could not fight the jealousy inside him as Y/N laughed at Remus' joke, playfully slapping his arms.

When the dinner ended, Y/N could not help but feel nervous, she knew Severus is now up to something, but the thought of Severus punishing her made her excited, but still, she doesn't know what he has up in his sleeves.

"Severus?"

She called once she entered the darkroom, the door slammed shut, making her jumped from the fright, holding her chest as she saw the looming figure of Severus, towering above her.

"Did you enjoy your little games earlier, hm?"

He asked, making her walked backwards, Severus stepped forward until the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed, making her sit on it, still looking up at Severus in the dark.

"Perhaps I could teach you a thing or two?"

He asked, their faces were inches away from each other, he could hear her heartbeat, the way Severus was behaving right now lit up something inside her, it turned her on.

"Be a Professor and punish me for behaving like a brat, then."

She bravely replied, internally face-palming herself for acting like a Gryffindor in this situation. Severus smirked, taking the ropes from the drawer and faced her again with an amused smirk dancing on his lips.

"Well then, I'm going to tie you up, let's play a game, shall we?"

He said, ripping the dress off from her body, she laid down in the bed, feeling excited about her punishment as Severus bounded her hands and feet in the bedposts.

His fingertips lightly trailed her sides, making her shiver from his cold yet burning touch, her eyes were now covered in a silk fabric. Severus kissed her cheeks before going to her mouth, lightly nipping her lower lip and inserted his tongue insider her mouth.

Both of their saliva mixed as their mouth danced together in a rhythmic pattern, moans escaped her lips as Severus sucked her tongue, his fingers were now doing wonders on her sides, his other hand gently cupped her clothed breast.

Before she knew it, Severus pulled away from her, watching as her chest rising and falling as she was trying to catch her breath from the kiss, she felt light-headed. She heard the door shut, making her frowned as she did not feel Severus' presence anymore.

Minutes later, Severus came back, lighting two vanilla and chocolate scented candles, the ones that Y/N likes every time they shared a bath on weekends.

The smells of the candles lingered in the air, making Y/N relaxed for a bit, but her heartbeat quicken as the feeling of hot yet thick liquid made contact with her exposed skin, together with a cold and sharp object tracing her collar bones.

Her breath hitched as the wax continued dripping to her exposed skin, the tip of the dagger dug to her skin as Severus traced it, her nipples were now covered with wax and she was now a whimpering mess, the dagger travelled down to her sternum, slightly digging it that hurt her a little bit.

"You like that, don't you?"

He asked, still tracing the dagger down to her sides, he took the candle away and examined her left nipple that was covered with wax.

His other hand travelled down to her knickers, seeing the fabric that was now soaking wet, he knew she touched herself earlier.

"Dirty girl, did you touch yourself?"

He asked, hastily removing her knickers down, the dagger now traced her thighs, making her shiver as its coldness made contact with her inner thighs.

"You really can't control your needs, can't you? You dirty girl."

He said, flipping the dagger so her glistening cunt was now facing the handle.

"Says the man who was palming himself under the table."

She retorted. Severus, who did not like her response pushed the other end of the dagger inside her, making her moan as he gave her body some unbelievable pleasure, he pumped the dagger in and out of her, watching as her lips parted from pleasure.

"So you've been watching me while you're flirting with Lupin?"

He asked, still pumping the holder of the dagger inside her, soft moans escaped her lips as his movements quicken.

"I could ask you the same."

She said, Severus slapped her clit, making her arch her back and drew out a loud moan, much to Severus' liking.

"Dirty girl, flirting with another man yet getting fucked by me. Perhaps I really need to teach you a lesson."

He said, he could tell she was near as she bit her lip, but it did not stop the whimpers escaping her mouth. She groaned as Severus drew the end of the dagger out from her heat, and brought it to his mouth, tasting her juices that covered it.

"Fuck you,"

She frustratedly said, balling her hand into a fist as she could not grab the bedsheets, Severus had denied her orgasm once again, making her angrier from the emptiness.

"Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don't we see how many times I can make you cum right now."

He dangerously replied, before flipping the dagger again, tracing her cheeks as he slightly slashed it, drawing a small cut on her right cheek, it was painful yet she was enjoying it. Blood cascaded down her cheek, Severus licked it, the metallic taste of her blood ignited something inside him.

He sucked the small cut on her cheek, tasting her blood, his eyes were tightly closed, his lips travelled to her lips, engaging her to another breathtaking kiss. Their kiss lasted for five minutes before his lips travelled down to her neck, nipping the sweet spot of her skin, he was no longer holding the dagger.

His finger pinched her nipples, the others removed the wax from it, his lips travelled down to her body until it reached her glistening heat. The feeling of his hot breath fanning her heat made her clit twitched, she felt her body on fire, his touches were like a fire in the winter.

Severus sucked her clit, making her screamed from the pleasure, she bucked her hips, but Severus held it tightly as his tongue poked her entrance, teasing her.

"Severus, please."

She pleaded as she couldn't take the teasing anymore.

"Fine, you brat."

He spat, and let his tongue entered her needing cunt, he sucked her clit harshly, making her screamed, not caring if anyone could hear her behind the closed doors of their chambers.

His fingers were now inside her, drawing her near to her orgasm as his mouth did not stop pleasuring her, her body felt like floating up on the horizon, it felt like the sun was tickling her soft skin as she came undone from his fingers and mouth.

Severus, however, did not stop pleasuring her, he added another finger inside her, his tongue was still sucking her clit.

"Just like that,"

She said between laboured breaths.

"Merlin, Severus, your nose."

She screamed as he pressed his nose to her clit, shaking his head from side to side, she could feel another knot in her stomach tightened as the speed of his movements only increased in every passing second.

When she came, Severus did not stop, he was true to his words, wanting to know how can she handle the overstimulation that he was giving her being. She arched her back, her moans grew louder and louder as she could not take it anymore.

"I can't."

She cried as Severus grazed his teeth to her clit, adding more stimulation which was too much for her to handle.

"Severus, stop, please, that's enough!"

She screamed.

"Not until you squirt."

He replied, creating vibrations that travelled to her body, her walls clenched his fingers tightly as she felt herself again getting close to her orgasm, before she knew it, she squirted, making Severus hummed as he licked her heat clean, the bedsheet was drenched with her cum.

"Too much."

She said, heavily panting as she tried to process everything that happened, hours ago, she was just begging for Severus to make her cum but he gave her too much, and she knew Severus isn't done yet, knowing the fact that the man didn't cum yet.

"That's what you get for being a filthy slut, now, take my cock like a good whore that you are."

He said as he tugged his zippers down, drawing out his member, Y/N whined in disapproval but gave up as the tip of his cock teased her entranced.

He slapped her clit using his cock, making her moan and arch her back from another wave of pleasure.

Both of them moaned as he entered her tight walls, his shaft fitted perfectly inside her. He waited for her to adjust to his size by kissing her swollen lips, the cut was still fresh on her cheek but it wasn't bleeding any more.

He kissed the valley of her breasts, gently nipping it as he left dark marks on her skin, bullets of sweats were starting to cascade down to both of their foreheads.

Soon enough, Severus started rolling his hips before pounding her, her breasts bounced in every one of his thrusts, hypnotizing Severus who was enjoying the feeling of her walls clenching his member tightly.

Her legs shook from the pleasure, both of their moans echoed through the four walls of their bedroom, strings of profanities following and his movements got sloppier.

She could feel his member twitched inside her, every pulse of the vein of his cock, beating against her walls made her aware that Severus was close to his orgasm.

She too was close to her orgasm, the tip of his cock hit her cervix making her moan from pain and pleasure, he gripped her throat tightly, preventing her from breathing as they both neared their orgasm.

"Where do you want it?"He asked, breathing heavily, his hair was framing his face.

"Anywhere!"She replied, soon enough, his thick, warm and white cum covered her walls, his forehead resting against her as they both panted for air, he was no longer choking her.

"That was terrific."

She chuckled, Severus took his wand, freeing her from the ropes, his arms snaked around her waist, his face buried in her chest.

"I hope you have learnt your lesson."

He said, looking straight at her eyes.

"I think you need to send me to detention, don't you think, Professor Snape? So you could teach me more, and perhaps discipline."

She playfully replied, poking his perfectly large nose.

"Then I shall do my utmost to teach you a lesson, brat."

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