#i do feel like she’s involved in this comeback since she’s been living in the dorms for months and members tell recent stories abt stuff she

[abitohoney]

Pray To Me

AO3 link

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Established Relationship, Shameless Smut, Light Dom/sub, Dom Sevika, Sub Reader, Banter, Humor, Fluff, Spanking, Cunnilingus, Lesbian Sex, Choking, Praise Kink, Rough Sex, Teasing, Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Porn with Feelings, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Light Bondage, Reader is a bratty smartass, Sevika is a brat tamer, Demonic goddess Sevika, gp!Sevika, Demon Sex, Breeding Kink, this is just filth

Word Count: 8.1k

Summary: After a series of graphic dreams involving your girlfriend Sevika taking on the form of a demonic goddess, this night in particular starts to really blur the line between fantasy and reality.

AN: This has been on AO3 since April, just now copying it over here. This was a birthday gift for the wonderful @master-sass-blast.

You sit at a small desk lit by the dim yellow lamp that sits along the back edge, dressed only in your underwear and one of Sevika’s old t-shirts. You’re trying to wait for her to return home before calling it a night, but it’s terribly late and your eyes feel as if they're being pulled down by invisible weights.

You stare blankly down at the picture before you. It's a sketch you started not more than a few hours ago. Through your drooping eyelids, it’s a blurry image of Sevika. But she’s not in the form you know to live and breathe alongside you in the real world. It’s a form you’ve only seen in your dreams. Vivid dreams in which Sevika takes the form of a demonic goddess.

A black tail extends from the bottom of her spine; thin and long. Black horns curl from the crown of her head skyward, their points sharp and deadly. Her chemtech arm remains unchanged, but her flesh arm includes black, curved claws at the end of each finger. Her normally steel gray eyes glow an eerie purple even though she’s not fueled by shimmer.

The violet pencil held in your hand rests against the paper where you drew a series of scars trailing along her left side, from her torso clear up into the black horn that sprouts from the top of her head.

The image blurs further as you start to succumb to sleep. Through nothing more than the slits beneath your lids, the last thing you see is the rows of pointed teeth that appear between lips curled in a devious smirk.

You awake sometime later, head resting along your forearm which lays sprawled across the top of your desk. Slowly, you open your eyes, blinking the sleep away and yawning. As you force yourself to sit up, you realize your sketch is no longer on the desk.

Well that’s odd-

“More of your silly drawings?” Sevika's voice teases from behind you.

You nearly fall from your seat with how high you jump.

“For fuck’s sake, Sevika! Don’t scare me like that!” you chastise. Rubbing your eyes with your fists, you try to process what it was she had just said.

Silly drawings.

You don’t even bother to turn to look at her as you give her a bitter reply, “They aren’t silly drawings. You’re just jealous because the best you can do is stick people.” It’s not much of a comeback. Normally you’re more than happy to partake in the banter, but you’re too fucking tired to deal with her games right now.

She chuckles mockingly and tosses the drawing back onto the desk. “What made you decide to draw me like this?”

Gathering up your supplies, you sigh deeply. If you answer her honestly, you’ll just be feeding her fuel to tease you more. But, again, you’re just too damn sleepy to come up with anything besides the truth.

“I’ve been having dreams. Oddly vivid. Of you in this-" You wave your hand over the paper. "-demon form. No idea why, but it’s happened more than once.”

“Hmm,” she hums, and you’re unsure why she’s not giving you shit for that, but you continue to explain anyway.

“It’s weird. Even though it’s different scenarios each time- you chasing me, or taunting me, or just circling me- you always look exactly the same. I don’t understand how my brain is concocting such specific, repeatable imagery of you.”

“What if I told you those weren’t dreams,” Sevika whispers near your ear.

Hot breath rushes down the back of your neck and you shiver involuntarily.

Now it’s your turn to laugh. “That’s ridiculous. Stop trying to scare me. We can have a battle of wits tomorrow. I just want to go to bed.” You place your hands along the front edge of the desk, about to push your chair back to stand when you feel something slide around the front of your neck.

You immediately freeze in place.

Whatever it is, it’s not her hand, or arm- or anything she should possess. It quickly coils around your neck until your head is rendered immovable.

“Sevika!” you gasp, pulse quickening. “What the fuck is that?” Your hands fly up to grasp desperately at the offending… thing. It’s thin and rope-like, but too smooth to be just that. When Sevika says nothing, only laughs deviously from behind you, your heart rate spikes further. Her tone is different. It’s much deeper than usual. But more disturbing than that is the eerie echo that follows it.

“Foolish girl,” she rasps against your ear in a chilling tone.

Something tickles the side of your neck. Something firm and wet, but you’re left without a moment to process it when whatever is wrapped around your neck tightens and begins to slowly pull you to your feet. Unable to do more than release an airy gasp, you claw helplessly at the offending object. Eyes wide in terror, you’re forced to turn to face Sevika. But you’re not met with the face of the woman you know in the waking world. You’re met with a wicked grin full of sharp teeth and wide purple eyes that glow as if she’s possessed. Surely she is possessed. She’s the embodiment of your dream version of her.

Then this must be just another dream. There’s no other logical explanation. But it feels so real…

“My foolish girl,” she sneers as she lifts you even higher, until your feet no longer touch the floor.

You kick helplessly, trying desperately to get a foothold on something. As you scrabble at whatever is around your neck, it dawns on you what it is.

Her tail.

She brings you closer until you’re face-to-face with her demonic smile.

"You've been awfully bratty lately. I think it's about time you learn your place," she taunts.

And fuck, her voice has changed so much. It's dropped even lower, raspier. She sounds downright evil. Despite knowing this could only be a dream, you can't help how your blood runs cold in fear. However, you're unwilling to let even dream Sevika best you, so you try to swallow down that fear before you speak. But before you can even open your mouth, the grip she has on your throat tightens, leaving you gasping for breath.

Sevika's dark lips curl higher at your struggles. Her throaty chuckle echoes throughout the room. The room that- you just now realize- is suddenly fading away. Warping into something else entirely.

Your wide eyes flit around in shock as the furniture, the wall hangings, the flooring- even the walls themselves- all of it darkens and blurs until they disappear entirely. The two of you are left in a seemingly endless black room containing nothing more than a large, deep red settee situated a few feet away. And she's carrying you towards it.

You're tossed, rather haphazardly, onto the seat. Finally free of the restriction on your airway, you gasp and gulp down oxygen. Bringing your hands to your neck, you rub the sore tissue and tendons beneath.

“What the fuck, Sevika?” you demand.

Sevika towers over you, casting a shadow beneath a dim purple light that appears to emanate from somewhere behind her. The sides of her feet touch yours. But as you stare down at them, you realize they aren't her normal feet. They are larger. With long, sharp, black toenails. You shudder before letting your eyes slowly travel up the length of Sevika.

She's not in her usual getup. Not even the one you typically see her in when you’re dreaming. But you are dreaming, you remind yourself. As your gaze roams over her muscular thighs and all the way to the apex, you find she’s wearing nothing at all.

And oh good lord what is above her- Is that a… cock?

Something sharp presses into the soft flesh beneath your chin, forcing you to lift your head- to draw your attention away. At first, you think it must be a finger of her prosthetic arm. However, as your gaze lifts higher, you realize it’s her flesh arm before you. That’s definitely a claw threatening to pierce your skin.

“See something you like, kitten?” Sevika asks with a haughty smirk when you finally tilt your head back far enough to meet her glowing eyes above you.

Gods, is she even taller than usual too?

Still unwilling to let even this fake Sevka see you shaken at all by any of this, you snarkily ask, “Why the fuck do you have a dick in my dream?”

Another deep, taunting chuckle echoes through the seemingly empty room.

“Still think this is just a dream, huh?” she asks in that damn condescending tone she loves to use. She drags the tip of the sharp claw deliberately up the side of your jaw. Just hard enough to prove how deadly she is. “What will it take to convince you otherwise?”

You try to ignore the chill that creeps over your body, maintaining your own snide smile.

“Well, having the correct anatomy would be a decent start,” you jeer.

“Can’t exactly breed you with my cunt,” she retorts with a crude smile.

“Breed?” You huff out a laugh. “Like, you want me to carry your little demon babies?” Slowly, you shake your head in disbelief. “This is definitely one of the most fucked up dreams I’ve had about you.”

“Laugh all you want, brat. By the time I’m through with you, you’ll be praying this supposed dream would end.”

Mouth open and ready to fire a retort, your words fall short when you feel her tail start to slip beneath your loose shirt to slide around your torso. Your attention drops to that familiar long, thin, black appendage as it creeps further and further under the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to reveal the tops of your thighs.

Sevika leans over you, resting her metal hand against the back of the settee beside your head and lowers her face to hover just inches from yours.

You slowly let your gaze drift up over her lopsided grin to her glowing eyes. Reminding yourself yet again that this is only a dream, you make every attempt to hide the way her perverse smile makes your skin prickle with goosebumps. The way it causes your body temperature to rise. The way you rub your thighs together, clearly enjoying her like this.

She brings the sharp claws of her flesh hand to trace along the side of your jaw. Eyes locked with yours, she drags a single claw down the front of your neck, and along the dip in the collar of your shirt. She pauses at the center, delighting in how your chest is already visibly rising and falling faster in anticipation of what she plans to do next.

“I suggest you steady your breath. Unless you want me to mark that pretty skin of yours,” she warns.

Given no time to reply or even prepare, you release a startled yelp as she tears through the entire front of your shirt in one fell swoop. Her menacing laugh echoes through the room, and you swear you can feel it rumbling deep within your chest. Your cheeks burn with a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and something you’re not quite ready to admit to your cocky demonic girlfriend. You shoot her the most defiant glare you can muster. Unfortunately, you’re not sure it's very effective, considering how she not only has you held in place by that damn tail, but now your entire chest is exposed and on display for her hungry eyes to focus on.

“That was my favorite shirt!” you exclaim indignantly.

“You can find another,” she replies gruffly.

“I don’t want another. I liked this one.”

Narrowed glowing eyes rise to meet yours, their owner clearly low on patience.

“You can find another,” Sevika repeats with an air of finality. “Now I suggest you shut your mouth, brat. Or do I need to give you something to preoccupy it?”

It’s funny how she thinks a threat like that is going to keep you quiet. This dream Sevika is apparently just as daft as the real Sevika.

“Depends on what you plan to use,” you reply before tracing your lips with the tip of your tongue. You let your eyes slowly drift downward, intentionally making sure she follows the path to your destination; the thick, hard length that you notice twitches when she realizes what you’re implying.

“Hmm,” she hums, “Sorry kitten, but I’m saving that for another hole.” She draws your attention upward again, this time with the tip of a metal finger. “You’ll have to be patient.”

“Says the woman who couldn’t wait and just tore my favorite shir-” Your snarky remark turns into a startled gasp the moment you feel the settee unexpectedly rise and shift. The tail still wrapped around your torso is the only thing that keeps you from falling backward when the back of the couch suddenly disappears. 

Once again denying you a chance to gather your wits, Sevika immediately lifts you with her tail. The remainder of your shirt falls off your shoulders, and she pushes you further back onto what is definitely not a settee anymore considering how you’re able to lean back on your forearms.

Wide-eyed, you quickly scan left, then right, discovering you’re now actually on a large four-post bed. Each post is made of dark, rich mahogany, and the soft quilted bedding beneath you is the same deep red of the settee.

Sevika slides her tail out from around you before crawling onto the bed and over your body. The mattress shifts considerably with her weight and you're certain now that she’s considerably larger than usual. And she’s using it to her advantage, confining you beneath her, completely cutting off that mysterious purple glow that had been your only light source since the room warped into nothingness.

Too focused on the way her face is plastered with that damn arrogant smile, you fail to realize her tail is slipping behind your neck until it’s too late. It quickly coils around it before the soft, pointed tip slips into your open mouth, muffling your attempted protest. And your struggles only serve to make those dark lips of hers pull even higher.

“Much better,” she jeers.

This time she’s wrapped her tail just tight enough to assert her control over you without restricting your airway.

Despite your efforts to remain unphased by her assault, you feel your restraint quickly fade when you watch her head dip lower toward one of your exposed breasts. Her tail prevents you from lifting your head, but you still manage to watch as a long, wide, forked tongue slips out from between her lips to run along the underside of your breast, leaving a wet trail that quickly cools and causes you to shiver.

Your eyes flutter shut and you groan around the tip of her tail as she teases around your hardening nipple. Unknowingly, you start to mimic her motions, swirling your tongue around the tip of her tail. Sucking when she does. Flicking when she does. It isn’t until you feel the press of something sharp against your nipple that you start to realize what you’re doing.

With a quick inhale through your nose, your eyes fly open to meet the narrowed threatening gaze of your demonic girlfriend. Her lips are curled back in a snarl, revealing pointed teeth. Teeth that currently threaten to cross the line from pleasure to pain as she bites down.

“Stop. Distracting. Me,” she snarls through her teeth.

Distracting? How the fuck were you distracting her? Playing with her tail?

Curious, you give said tail a good suck while running the tip of your tongue along one edge of the point. Those fierce eyes of hers suddenly fall shut. A deep, almost inaudible, groan reaches your ears and goes straight between your legs.

Fuck that's hot.

It would appear that her tail is sensitive. Hence your ministrations are distracting.

How… delightful.

Your lips curl into a mischievous smile around the appendage, but you’re a fool to think she won’t retaliate. And she does exactly that the moment she opens her eyes and catches your smile.

Sevika releases an inhuman hiss. And it should have been your warning, but you’re still caught off guard the moment you feel her teeth sink in deeper and cross that aforementioned border.

The startled cry that slips past the small gap between your lips and her tail is choked off by her tail slipping further toward the back of your throat. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes and your hands instinctively reach for the horns at the top of her head. However, before you can grab them, you feel the forked tip of her tongue start to move over the stinging flesh, soothing and replacing the pain with pleasure.

Sevika chuckles against your breast as she continues to slide that deliciously thick muscle over your skin. “I warned you, brat."

Even if you could speak, you wouldn’t have anything to say. Not when that sinister laughter of hers is making the ache between your legs swell exponentially. No matter how hard you pretend to hate her cockiness, there’s no denying how much it turns you on.

“Still think you’re dreaming?” she sneers before moving to lave at your other breast.

Honestly, you had for a moment forgotten you were in a dream. Everything feels so damn real.

But you know this can’t be real. So you give her a nod as you rub your thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the growing need between them.

Noticing the motion, Sevika presses her knee between your legs to force them open, intentionally dragging over your wet heat. Judging by the cocky little smirk that paints her face, she feels just how wet you are through the thin fabric of your underwear.

"Gonna try to deny that too?" She asks.

You narrow your eyes at her and mumble something unintelligible around her tail.

She raises a brow. "What's that? Can't understand you with your mouth full." She taunts before removing her tail from your mouth. Webs of saliva connect and stretch between its tip and your bottom lip before finally breaking over your chin.

"I said fuck y-" Your snarky remark devolves into a sharp inhale of breath when Sevika presses her knee further between your legs. That teasing- albeit tantalizing- friction leaves you without a thought, at least until you hear Sevika's mocking laughter.

You open your eyes, not even recalling closing them, and find her face hovering over yours. Her eyes are alight with a sick satisfaction as she waits for you to meet her gaze. And the moment you do, you watch as that snake-like tongue of hers slips past her lips to slowly lick up over your drool-coated chin before violently delving between your parted lips.

The moan you release into her mouth becomes choked as she shoves her tongue damn near down the back of your throat. You struggle to pull back, pressing your head further against the mattress. Sevika's lips curl against yours and you're not sure if you should be irritated or turned on by just how much higher she is as a demonic goddess.

Once she's had her fill of dominating your mouth, she drags her tongue along your teeth as it recedes into her mouth.

"Mmm. So sweet," she purrs. "You know my senses are enhanced in this form." Locking eyes with you, she starts to slowly descend your body, her tongue sneaking out to taste your exposed skin at every stop. "Including taste." She starts across your collarbone. "I wonder if-” Then between your cleavage. “-all of your body-” Around your navel. “-tastes that much more-” And along your waistband. “-delicious."

Tilting your head, you try to watch her from over your chest as it rises and falls with deep breaths. Her clawed hands carefully spread your thighs enough for her to sneak her head between them. Your breath hitches when she drags that wet muscle over your clothed slit.

“Mmm. I think I need to get a better taste,” Sevika purrs before taking the waistband of your panties between her pointed teeth.

At first, you think she will simply pull them down, so when you feel the unexpected tug and hear the subsequent tear of fabric, you can't help the squeal that leaves your throat.

And oh that fucking arrogant smile she gives you… As much as you want to chastise her for now adding your favorite pair of panties to the list of destroyed items, more than that you want her to press those devilish lips somewhere in particular.

As if hearing your thoughts, Sevika begins kissing her way up the inside of one of your thighs. Although not without deliberately taking her damn sweet time.

"Sevika, please!" You whine and spread your legs wider in hopes of encouraging her to reach her final destination sooner. You should know better, though, than to let her see how needy you are. It only adds fuel to the fire. Her desire to break you. To tame you.

"Pa-tience," she enunciates before sinking her sharp teeth into your thigh.

"Fuck," you curse and try to close your legs around her head, only to be met with equally sharp claws threatening to pierce your skin as she holds your legs in place.

The pain quickly dulls into a pleasant ache as Sevika runs her tongue over the tiny marks. Rather than continue her exploration with kisses, she instead licks a warm, wet trail higher and higher.

You suck in a shallow breath and pull your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation. With every inch closer she gets to your burning core, you hold your breath a little longer, bite your lip a little harder. The moment she reaches your wet folds to teasingly trace the perimeter, you release your breath in a shaky whimper.

"Now purr for me, kitten," Sevika demands, tone dripping with sin.

And that you do. You moan wantonly when you finally feel her lick a long, thick stripe up through your entrance. Pleasure courses through your extremities and heat pools low in your belly. She gradually stokes that fire with teasing little kitten licks just along the inside of your entrance. If you were of sound mind you may have even found that ironic- the kitten licks- given her pet name for you. But you're too lost in your own bliss to form any coherent thoughts.

Her name falls from your parted lips with a breathless moan and you can feel her resulting arrogant smile against your folds.

She's normally damn good with her mouth, but there's something so terribly exquisite about her demon tongue that sends you to another realm. You're not sure if it's the forked tip, the large width, or the insanely long length-

Oh good god the length…

As Sevika finally sinks her tongue deep inside your cunt, you realize just how long it truly is.

"Oh- fuck Sevika," you moan, "That- that feels so good."

She hums in appreciation before adjusting her head to allow the base of her tongue to glide along the bundle of nerves above.

It's a shock to the system, that sudden addition of unexpected pleasure. You hadn't been ready for her to touch your clit while her tongue was still buried inside you. Your hips jerk almost violently towards her face, but you're once again held in place by sharp claws against your thighs.

You attempt to form a protest, mouth open, and a whine at the ready. But, the moment she starts sliding her tongue in and out of you, rubbing it along the now swollen bud above, your whine fizzles and dies in your throat. A broken, garbled moan falls out in its place.

Sevika uses her tongue to straight up fuck you, and with little grace or care for how much of a mess she makes, or how obscene she sounds. Between the collection of her saliva and your slick, each plunge of the thick muscle creates a wet, smacking sound that resonates throughout the room. It's salacious, but undeniably arousing.

If she was stoking the fire in your belly earlier, she's downright pouring gasoline on it now. That familiar coil is wound so tight it burns, threatening to snap at any moment.

Without thinking, you reach down and grasp Sevika's horns, pulling her face closer as you attempt to control her motions. That action not only earns you a warning growl that you fail to hear over your own unrestrained moaning, it also leads to her removing the stimulation entirely.

Your eyes fly wide open and you stare down at her with pleading eyes.

"Sevika! Please don't stop!" You beg, near tears with desperation as that pleasant coil starts to quickly unwind.

"Hands. Off," she snarls, baring dangerously sharp teeth.

"I- I'm sorry," you whimper, but immediately release her horns.

"Hands above your head."

Apparently, she doesn't trust you, but you still obey. Anything to get that indescribably divine stimulation back as you slip further and further away from your peak.

Sevika's tail appears in your periphery and you feel it wrap around your wrists. She's not giving you another chance to control yourself. But after glaring at your distraught face for a good, long moment, she finally brings her mouth back to your slit.

Eyes fluttering shut again, you focus all of your strength on lying still for her as she wraps her lips around your throbbing clit. She quickly rebuilds the progress she'd made before. Each suck of her mouth and each rub of her forked tongue brings you that much closer to the precipice of euphoria.

Sensing your impending climax, you unknowingly hold your breath and tense every muscle in your body. Until finally, you fall.

Your body lurches as all that built-up tension releases like an explosion. Time slows as waves of pleasure burn through your every fiber. You cry Sevika's name, following it with a series of incoherent whimpers. All while that delicious muscle carefully works you through your state of rapture.

Just as you start to come back down to reality and feel the threat of overstimulation, Sevika moves her tongue from your throbbing bud to lewdly lap at the juices flowing from the slit below.

Chest heaving with shallow breaths, you gaze down at your demonic lover through glossy eyes. Your body trembles at the sight, renewed arousal making your legs ache. Her eyes are gently closed, as if she's thoroughly enjoying herself while she licks you clean.

Once she seems to have had her fill, she lifts her head and uses her knuckles to wipe her mouth clean. She meets your dazed stare with eyes so heavily darkened with lust that only a mere ring of glowing purple remains.

Your body trembles beneath her gaze as she slowly rises to her knees and moves up your body. It isn't until her legs are on either side of your waist that her intentions become clear. Your eyes travel down the length of her body. Over the sexy curl of her wet lips, the swell of her full breasts, the hard lines of her defined abs, until finally landing on the large cock standing proud, right where her clit would normally reside.

Several drops of precum decorate the bottom of the bulbous head. It's thicker than what you'd expect from a human, and tinged with a fluorescent purple much like her eyes. Instinctively, you lick your lips in anticipation. 

Sevika notices that action, a haughty chuckle making her body shake. "Be a good girl for your master and get it nice and wet for me?" She purrs.

You meet her gaze for a moment and give her an eager nod. You're rewarded with a pleased smile and she releases your wrists from the grip of her tail. Slowly, you sit up, gaze dropping to the mouth-watering display in front of you.

Placing your hands on her hips to keep yourself steady, you watch for her reaction intently as you run the very tip of your tongue over the trail of precum. The deep hum of approval she releases goes straight between your legs, rekindling that pleasant ache. Your mouth fills with a bittersweet flavor that's unlike her typical slick and you wonder if that's been altered as well.

Your eyes flit between hers and the wetness coating the junction of her thighs. Clearly, she's enjoying herself just as much as you are. You wait for her nod of approval before dipping your head lower and collecting a taste of her slick, intentionally allowing the tip of your tongue to tease along her entrance.

You both groan in unison.

Though the texture is considerably different; less thick, the taste is still equally bittersweet.

"No more teasing," Sevika demands. But her voice is hoarse, broken by the desire that coats her throat.

Obediently, you move one hand from her hip to grasp the base of her cock before wrapping your lips around the tip.

"That's my good girl," she groans as you slide the length further into your mouth.

Your eyes flutter shut when you feel the scrape of her claws travel from the top of your scalp to the back of your head. Too caught up in that pleasant sensation and sweet praise, you momentarily forget your task.

Sevika, however, does not, and she holds your head in place before snapping her hips.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as she hits the back of your throat despite your hand preventing you from taking her entirely. It takes a great deal of concentration not to gag around her, but she takes mercy on you and quickly pulls back enough to allow you to recover.

"Focus," she grunts. "This is for your own good."

You peer up at her through watery eyes and thick lashes, but quickly slide your lips back over her. Hollowing your cheeks, you suck as you glide back a second time. And oh god, the reaction that gets you is enough to have you moaning just as loud as her.

Her eyes drift closed as her head gently falls back. Her throat bobs with a heavy swallow, and she digs her nails into the nape of your neck.

Eager to treat yourself to another one of those responses, you take her back into your mouth, this time far enough to reach the hand you still have wrapped firmly around the base of her.

But before you can pull back, Sevika's head tilts forward again and you're met with eyes completely blackened by a ravenous need.

"Enough," she growls. "Lie down."

Gladly.

Having regained enough of your senses, you decide to sneak in one more teasing action before she has her way with you. So as you slide your wet lips down her cock, you press and drag your tongue along the bottom.

“Shi- t.” Sevika’s broken curse slips past her lips without permission. But the moment she comes to- once you reach the very tip- she narrows her eyes at you threateningly.

You merely peer up at her with feigned innocence as you slide completely off, intentionally allowing a small dribble of precum to coat your bottom lip. With an exaggerated lick of your swollen, wet lips, you watch as her anger starts to ebb away. But just as you think you’ve soothed the savage beast, you feel pointed nails dig into each of your shoulders before she shoves you onto your back.

Your breath leaves your chest from the force of it, but Sevika leaves you no time to complain.

She shakes her head in disappointment. "Naughty little brat. You almost wasted my precious seed on that smartass mouth of yours." She starts to move back down your body, pressing her knees between your own to spread them.

“How would that have been a waste?” you ask as you prop yourself up on your forearms to watch her. “Are you telling me that even as a demonic god- even in my dreams- you can’t just make more quote-unquote seed?” You ask derisively.

Sevika freezes, her hands hovering just above your thighs. Her eyes slowly drift up until they meet yours. With an arched brow and a crooked smile, she sneers, “Do I need to use the tail again?” She brings the end of it into your view, flicking it back and forth for emphasis.

“Hey I’m just asking a very legitimate question,” you reply. You’re well aware that goading a demon is dangerous. But it’s Sevika. In a dream, you remind yourself again- a very wet dream. You know any punishment she dishes out will ultimately lead to your pleasure.

“Yeah? You sure you’re not just running your mouth because you want me to stuff it with something?” she asks as she lifts your thighs and spreads them wide. “Or maybe you’re looking to be put in your place in some other way?” Her lips curl into a devilish smirk.

“As I said earlier, that depends on what you have in mind,” you answer with a mischievous smile to match hers.

Sevika says nothing, merely continues to wear that lopsided grin as she settles between your legs. She leans over you, resting her metal hand against the mattress beside your head, her biological hand holding her hardened cock.

"This what you want?" She husks as she drags the head up through your wet slit. "You want me to fuck you with this?"

Not trusting your own voice as she rubs over your clit, you suck your bottom lip between your teeth and nod your head.

Amused by your sudden loss of words, Sevika chuckles lowly. Though she could easily drag the teasing on- figuratively and literally- she's craving a good fuck just as much as you are.

As she presses the tip just inside your entrance, you let yourself rest completely on your back. She eases in at such a slow speed it borders on torture. And when you try to lift your hips, she moves her hand to your waist to still you.

"I think you know what I'm going to say," Sevika warns.

Be patient.

You push your lower lip out in a pout, but Sevika simply lowers her head to press her lips to it. You wrap your arms around her back, fingers gripping at the muscles there as you pull her chest closer until her soft breasts touch yours. Her tongue traces over where your lips meet. Just as you eagerly grant her entrance, she closes that final distance, fully sheathing herself inside you.

The moan that rises from your chest is caught in your throat as Sevika's tongue plunges inside with the same wild intensity. It swirls around yours, withdrawing another muffled moan as you're struck with the lingering taste of your release.

Hooking your legs around her waist, you try to pull her in further, deeper, until you swear you feel the very tip. Every inch of her presses along your walls. It's sad if she was made just for you.

Sevika groans and pulls back from the kiss just far enough for your lips to barely touch. She gazes down at you with darkened eyes through eyelids heavy with need.

"You feel so fucking good wrapped around me. So tight," she husks, her lips grazing yours with every spoken syllable.

Good god does her praise sound so much sexier in that fiendishly deep voice of hers. It's enough to make your head spin. You close your eyes, wanting to focus on just the sound of her.

"I don't know why I didn't do this sooner," she adds, seemingly more to herself than you.

Ever so slowly, she starts to slide back out, sucking air through her teeth as you clench around her. Once only the tip remains precariously inside, she pauses.

Your toes curl in anticipation, body tensing as you wait for the imminent thrust of her hips. However, when seconds that feel more like an eternity pass without any motion or any sound, you slowly open your eyes.

Sevika stares down at you with wide hungry eyes and a villainous smile, showing off those dangerously sharp teeth.

"Sev-IKA" your whine becomes a startled cry as she snaps her hips and buries herself to the hilt. Her evil chuckle barely registers in the back of your mind through the pleasurable shock to your body.

Not giving you a moment of reprieve, she starts to fuck you at a slow, but steady pace.

Unsure if the speed she's selected is meant to please or tease, you quickly find yourself in need of more. The build-up of that warm, tight feeling is too slow. While she busies herself with licking her way down your jaw and neck, you let your heels drop back to the mattress, digging them in as you attempt to meet her every thrust with two of your own.

Without nearly the level of stamina she possesses- not to mention how your legs ache with each pleasurable drag of her hard cock against your walls- you quickly tire of the effort. And damn this cocky demonic woman currently controlling your future- you can feel her lips curl into an amused smirk from where they press against the swell of a breast. She knows it only makes you yearn for her more.

"Sevika," you whine breathlessly, "please."

"Please what?" Her question is muffled by her mouth skimming across your chest to taste the skin of your other breast.

"Fast-" You're cut off once again- and no doubt just as intentional- when you feel Sevika sink her pointed teeth into the swell of your breast.

"Fuck me!" You cry out, but the pain quickly subsides as she sucks and licks at the tiny marks left in her wake.

Behind your closed lids, you sense something above you. You open your eyes to find Sevika grinning down at you again, her breasts gently swaying over yours as she continues her torturous, yet sweetly slow cadence.

You give her your best puppy-dog eyes, pleading with her to have mercy on you. Then you attempt one more time to bargain with your demonic goddess.

"Please fuck me faster. I'll do anything."

Oh, now that seems to have caught her interest.

Sevika's brow raises in intrigue. "Anything?"

"Anything," you repeat with a nod.

"Deal."

Something tells you that you're likely to regret that later, but the moment she grabs the bottoms of your thighs and pushes them back against your chest, you couldn't care less. You're in for quite the ride.

She doesn't even bother gradually increasing her speed. The moment she gets you where she wants you she plants both hands beside your head and starts pummeling into you.

The sound of her thighs slapping against the back of yours mix with your wanton cries and moans, both of which nearly drown out her wild grunts.

You claw at her back, clinging to her as if your life depended on it. And with how mercilessly she drives that thick cock into your wet heat, it very well might.

Mind reeling from all the heavenly sensations, you nearly miss Sevika's grunted taunt.

"Look how much more well-behaved you are when I'm fucking- your- brains- out." She emphasizes the last four words with a grind of her hips each time she penetrates you, rubbing against your clit and leaving you near gasping as white light flashes behind your lids with each one.

"Still think this is a dream?" She jeers as she continues her onslaught, nearly pushing your body across the bed with the force. "Ever felt this fucking good in your dreams? Ever been so fucking wet?" Once again she adds emphasis, only this time it's with a powerful thrust that has a lewd squelching sound echoing through the dark room.

Just as she thought, you truly are too fucked out now. Her questions go in one ear and right out the other. All your focus is concentrated on gripping Sevika's back while she fucks you hard enough to cause the bed to shake and creak. And oh gods yes, you're quickly approaching that peak again.

"I asked you a question," Sevika growls.

That one you hear, but only because of the abrupt halt to your pleasure when she suddenly pulls out of you completely.

Not even given a chance to protest beyond the startled breathy cry that leaves your throat, you find yourself just as abruptly flipped over onto your hands and knees. Clawed hands- metal and organic- grip your waist as Sevika lines up and then slams back inside you.

From a combination of her sheer force and your weakened state, your front half collapses forward, face smashing against the mattress. You claw desperately at the bedding, trying to find purchase as Sevika continues to rail you from behind.

Between one of her rounds, she brings the palm of her flesh hand down against one of your asscheeks. Her sinister laughter rings through your ears, almost louder than the shriek that leaves your open mouth.

"Where's all that attitude now?"

Gone along with any and all cognitive abilities. Especially when you feel her hand rub soothing circles over your singing flesh. And even more so when she lightly scrapes those claws from the bottom of your spine straight up to the nape of your neck.

Your back arches in reflex to the sweet sensation that she leaves in her wake. Senseless words and curses fall from your slack mouth.

Sevika must be right. This can't possibly be a dream. Not when every part of your body is screaming with pleasure. Not when you feel so completely and delightfully filled by her.

She presses the palm of her hand against the exposed side of your face, pushing your head further into the mattress as she bends over you. She encapsulates you completely with her large body. Her sweat-slick breasts press against the curve of your spine as she fucks you impossibly deeper.

You're close. So fucking close. But you need something more. Just a little-

"Sevika," your voice comes out as nothing more than a hoarse whisper, apparently having been far more vocal than you realize. But thank the gods- or rather your demon girlfriend- she hears you.

She brings her mouth to your ear, her hot breath washing over you with each buck of her hips. "What do you want, kitten?"

"I- I need-" you struggle to form the words, absolutely drowning in pleasure, and she's apparently hell-bent on only making it harder.

She takes your earlobe between her teeth and gently tugs before whispering, "What was that? Use your words."

"More- I need more," you pant. "Please."

She hums against your ear as her tongue teases along the edge of it.

Just when you think you're going to have to beg more, you feel something slide between your sweaty bodies and around your waist.

Her tail.

The tip dips down over your abdomen, and as you realize its destination, you suck in a breath and hold it. All it takes is one slide over your throbbing, swollen clit to send you spiraling.

You sob pathetically as you're overtaken by earth-shattering pleasure for the second time tonight. Every muscle in your body spasms, including those surrounding Sevika's cock.

"Fuck," Sevika grits out through her teeth. "I'm going to cum." Her pace falters for a moment, but she's quick to recover. Lips pressed against your sweaty cheek, she husks, "Do you want me to fill you with my seed?"

Legs trembling, you're only held up by the grip of Sevika's metal hand on your waist as she continues to drive herself inside your soaked cunt. The lewd sound of it is lost on you though, as you just start to drift down from your high. And then her words replay in the back of your head.

Do you want me to fill you with my seed?

"Yes. Please," you whimper.

"Do you want to carry my half-breed spawn?" She huffs, and you can hear her losing steam, feel her hips stutter. She can't hold on much longer.

Dream or reality you don't fucking care anymore. You just want to feel her release inside you. You'd do anything for her, regardless of her being a goddamn demon.

"Please, Sevika."

"Say it."

"Breed me," you cry, overstimulation starting to set in under her continued assault.

That's all it takes. That, and one final deep thrust, then she's burying her face in your neck, groaning as thick cum flows from her cock.

You can feel all of it. It's inhumanly hot and vast, seeping out each time her body jerks. It spills out and down the insides of your thighs, all the way to the bedding at your knees.

After several weak thrusts, she finally stills. Though she doesn't go completely limp, you feel the weight of her press against your back, sweaty skin sticking to more sweaty skin. She moves her hand from the side of your head to rest against the mattress. You both take deep breaths in unison, and it's the only sound in the now otherwise silent abyss.

Sevika slips her arm around your waist when she feels your legs start to give way, finally depleted of all your remaining strength.

"Need to- lie down," you murmur between panting.

Despite having spent the entirety of the night with you being atrociously bratty, Sevika takes pity on you- or perhaps she's equally exhausted- and carefully pulls herself out before gently lying you on your back.

She hovers over you for a moment, straddling your limp body and watching your dazed expression. Several beads of sweat drip down the side of her face, then her neck before disappearing between her cleavage.

The rest becomes a bit of a blur as you drift in and out of conciseness. But you recall her wiping you off, cleaning you of both your fluids. And you remember moments of her kissing each of the marks she left on your skin. The scrapes and dotted cuts from her metal and demonic claws. The bright red indents decorating your skin where she bit you. And the raw skin where her hands or tail gripped and rubbed.

And the last thing you remember is her lying next to you, the tip of her tail gliding up and down the top of one of your thighs. Then she places a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering, "You did so well, my love."

Blinking several times, you slowly wake from your deep slumber. As your eyes come into focus in the dimly lit room, you realize you're sitting at your desk. Remembering your earlier escapades, you quickly sit up and glance around.

Your room, from what you can tell from the low glow of the desk lamp, is completely normal. All is as it was- or should be. Looking down at the desk you even find your drawing still sitting there.

So it really was a dream?

"You forgot the pointed tip," Sevika says from behind you.

You yelp, jumping in your seat much like you did earlier- or you thought you did.

"Shit, Sevika. Don't sneak up on me like that," you say groggily.

Wait- What did she just say?

"What pointed tip?" You ask suspiciously.

"On the tail," she whispers against your ear.

The hair on the back of your neck stands up and a shiver runs down your spine.

There's no way-

You peer down at your clothing. You're not in the t-shirt you remember putting on earlier that night. You're in a thin camisole, with a low cut that reveals the tops of your breasts. Including two very obvious rows of bite marks across one of them.

"Oh dear Janna," you murmur in shock.

Sevika tsks from behind you. Her voice drops lower, a familiar eerie echo ringing in your ear as she speaks in a sinister tone. “The only deity I want to hear you pray to is me. And you better start praying, because you promised me you’d do anything."

AN: If you haven't seen it yet, be sure to check out @sevikascrown's delicious fanart of demon Sevika here. 🥰

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #fanfic #honey writes

[utilitycaster]

1. Why do you like or dislike this character? - Percy and/or Keyleth?

I like both of them, so:

I like Percy for the surface reasons of intelligence and witty comebacks and the general Taliesin Jaffe Arrogant Guy Is Confidently Wrong About Many Things reasons, but more specifically I like how incredibly aware he is of social structures and doesn't dismiss them as stupid or fake or meaningless just because he is aware how much artifice is involved. I love how much he validates Vex in this, as someone who's been on the other side of that social divide most of her life and who knows she "shouldn't" care but does, deeply. It would be so easy for him to say "look, titles are stupid and fake, I should know, I have one," but instead he says "no, I see what this means to you, because yes it's all an accident of birth and yes it is kind of stupid and fake, but it's also the reason why you lived rough for your teens and early 20s, and you are not silly for wanting this security." I also think he's a great exploration of guilt and of someone who has a lot of complicated feelings from the gods but does value their counsel; we don't get a lot of characters with that sort of nuance. His scene with the Raven Queen remains a standout for me and for all he can be melodramatic and obnoxious at times, he is also like 25, traumatized, and should be at the club. I think the question he answers (why would someone invent the gun) is an interesting one, and I think the way that his story ends up with the obvious inevitable happening and yet he still finds happiness is unexpected and wonderful to see.

I like Keyleth for a lot of reasons people will probably be annoyed about, which is...she is annoying. Annoying women: may we know them, may we be them, and may we raise them. Anyway, I think her terror of doing the wrong thing at the cost of doing anything sets up a fantastic arc for someone who is expected to become a leader. I admire how she knows she's not the most eloquent and is scared of her responsibilities but does not back down from speaking up when she disagrees with the party. I like how she's perhaps the only example of lifespan angst that is actually portrayed as making a lot of sense, especially since she is also extremely young (probably shouldn't be at the club given the bar crawling results. She should be at ZooLights and have like, one cider.) I think in general her fears are incredibly real and make sense for the character and shape her, and that's not something you see portrayed with this amount of depth very often. I stuck with the VM-era portrayal of Percy but I will say I especially love how Keyleth is portrayed in Campaign 3, because Percy hasn't changed a ton in adulthood, merely mellowed out a little, but Keyleth very much has as she's grown in confidence, as she was only at the beginning of that during the Campaign. I think her relationship with Vax is incredibly good for both of them; her sense of belonging to a place and his ability to support. I do like that she gets angry, especially after so much time being insecure, but I feel much has been made of her anger and I don't have a ton to add there, and also while I like that she is angry and expresses it, there are other characters I gravitate to for that specifically. Also I have incredible respect for her having to take on a much bigger magical burden than expected; I have said this before but my longest-running character was in a campaign where the player playing sorcerer switched to ranger, and the cleric left, leaving me as the only full caster and primary healer (though thankfully we got a baller paladin shortly after). The fact that Keyleth had to, and could, be whatever the party needed mechanically was a godsend. I know VM died a lot but they would have died like 20 times more without her and Scanlan and especially without her.

#answered #essayofthoughts #cr tag #*bad percy fan voice* i don't actually care about his mechanics very much. i mean big damage is fun and i love an action surge #but i have never been able to give a damn about dps

[lovincherries]

can you maybe do an older!elvis x reader with a daddy kink. Maybe he sees you flirting with another guy and pulls you into another room and has angry sex with you

That’s Alright Mama

a/n: I’m thinking comeback special Elvis? Loved him in that scene. Not proofread. Feel free to leave a tip if you’re able ❤️

warnings: dubious consent, breeding kink, all of the above basically.

Elvis had made you mad to put it simply. You saw the way he looked at girls and you saw the way those girls looked at him. It left you with a bad feeling in your gut and a horrendous taste in your mouth. He was much older than you, you knew he was much more experienced and you could leave him wanting things sometimes. You were trying though, actually trying to be what he wanted. He knew you were innocent when you met, that no other man had laid their hands on you until him. Truth be told, that was part of what attracted him so deeply to you. You were something for him to posses, to own. Something no one had before and no one would have again.

Elvis was 32 and you were just 18, fresh out of high school. You had known each other your whole lives and you always thought Elvis was so cute, and when his career started taking off it was just a wasted dream. You never imagined when you went to visit him with your dad in Memphis he would be absolutely enamored by you. Your dad sensed that attraction between you and Elvis, and he was not happy about it. But, there was nothing he could do. Elvis was the most famous man in the world and there was no way to say no to him. That night, He demanded that your father let you stay longer, said he would give you a ride home. Well, Elvis never took you home and you never went back home either. You had been with him since that day, it was only two months ago but if felt like a lifetime. You were in love, absolutely in love with this man.

But, at this very moment, you were angry with him. He had just bought you a new, nice dress and he was taking you out on a date. Said his baby had to look nice for him, just had to show you off. You were at the restaurant when this woman began to talk his head off, he was too involved in his conversation to notice that you had left and went to the bathroom.

On your way back, a man who had been watching you all night came up to you and began flirting with you. You looked over at your table and saw that she was still there, looking at him with those fuck me eyes. The jealously was like a pit in your stomach, causing you to do something you would’ve never, ever normally done.

“Hey love,” the man walked over to you. He was not bad looking, tall with blonde hair and brown eyes. But, he wasn’t Elvis. You glanced back over to your very handsome boyfriend, and he still seemed to not even notice you were gone.

You smiled sweetly at the blonde in front of you, “hi cutie,” you put on your sweet, southern charm. You knew guys loved that, just couldn’t get enough of it.

“So, what are you doing all alone?” He asked, trying to make conversation with you. You internally rolled your eyes, what did he think? He just saw you coming from the bathroom. You weren’t going to say that though.

“Oh, you know, just walking back to my seat,” you said sweetly, trying to play it dumb. You were hoping that Elvis was watching you now, but you weren’t going to bother turning your head to glance at him.

“You’re here with your dad tonight?” He asked. And it was genuine too, if you had water in your mouth you would’ve spit it out. The question was hilarious and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“I guess you could say that,” you snickered in response, already done with the conversation now. The man’s eyes looked scared, but you didn’t think twice of it as you turned around.

But, you were met with Elvis’ very firm chest. You looked up and saw the anger on his face, he had heard what you just said. You couldn’t even bother yourself to care, strutting right past him. That’s what he gets, he knew how jealous of a person you were and it felt good to make him green for once. You were angry at him, livid even. You had been gone for twenty minutes and he just now noticed. It wouldn’t have been a problem if that stupid women wasn’t so goddamn attractive. She was more his age, more appropriate for him to be with due to the press.

He attempted to grab your arm to stop you from walking away from him, “Y/N,” he said in warning. But you weren’t having it, nope not one bit. He had no right to be angry at you when he was blatantly flirting with that girl, unintentionally. At least you were doing it out of spite, not because you actually liked the guy. You walked to the car and he was storming after you, right on your heels. You were just as stubborn as he was and he knew it too.

“Y/N!” He shouted as you finally made it to the car, it felt like an eternity.

“What Elvis? Huh?” You asked angrily.

“What Elvis?” He scoffed in response, “you know damn well what Y/N. Callin’ me your dad? That’s just fuckin’ embarrassing.” He spoke angrily, but he was still as handsome as ever. “Not to mention you were flirtin’ with the guy as if I don’t even exist.”

“Ha,” it was your turn to scoff in response. “You know what’s fucking embarrassing Elvis? Sitting right next your boyfriend while he practically eye fucks a woman, that’s embarrassing.”

“I was not eye fucking her Y/N,” he retorted. “Get in the fucking car.”

“My pleasure, take me home while you’re at it. And I mean my home,” you said, and as soon as you said those words you regretted them. You saw the anger and the sadness on his face.

“You’re not going home Y/N,” he said in response, he wouldn’t take you. Not even if you begged and pleaded, you were his. “You’re going to our home and you’re gonna apologize for being such a brat.”

“Me? Apologize ?” You rhetorically asked, looking over at him. The anger was evident in his deep blue eyes, his tan skin had a red hue. It was like his anger was evident through his skin. “I want an apology Elvis, I did what I did to make you mad. Hell, you acted like I wasn’t even there.”

“Well, Y/N that’s business and you’re gonna have to learn it. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating me,” he said, while driving. You were on your way home to Graceland and his eyes never seemed to look at you. Like he was disgusted with you. “You did what you did to make me mad, and by God you did it. You wanna tell people I’m your dad? Well I’m gonna act like it.”

You had never seen him this mad before, and while it frightened you it also left you feeling excited. You couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen. You kept your mouth shut the rest of the way home, not wanting to add fuel to the fire. You had a mouth on you, both you and Elvis knew it. Normally, he wouldn’t react to it. He was always very level headed, able to keep calm even when you weren’t able to.

You pulled into the house and he parked outside the front, he shut the car off but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t even look over at you. As your anger leveled off, you felt a pit of nervousness form in your stomach. Maybe he was done with you for good now, you weren’t old enough, mature enough, or level headed enough.

“Get out,” he spoke lowly, “go upstairs, sit on the bed, and wait for me.”

You were no longer excited now. Your breaths quickened, your nerves getting the best of you. You couldn’t even find the words to say yes, so you just did exactly what he asked and got out of the car. You closed the door softly, hoping not to provoke him even more. Your hands were shaking, you wished you didn’t have such a big mouth sometimes. It always messed stuff up. You walked in the house and in a daze found yourself going up the stairs into your shared bedroom.

You sat on the satin sheets, your legs crossed expectantly. Your anger always got the best of you, but when it came down to it you were just a guarded person who didn’t know how to react to situations that left you uncomfortable.

You soon heard his footsteps coming up the stairs, pounding like your heart in your chest. You looked down in your lap, only seeing him out of the peripheral of your vision. You were too scared to look him in the eye. You felt him sit next to you, but you refused to look up and acknowledge him.

“Take your panties off,” he said gruffly. You looked up at him in shock, watching him undo his belt. “Did I stutter?”

You shook your head no and took them off just like he asked. In the back of your head, you knew it would be best for you if you just listened to what he said. He held his belt in his hand and it left fear wracking through your body.

“Bend over the bed, and don’t look at me,” he said in a demanding tone, and you did just what he asked. He walked over to you, massaging your ass as you were bent over. You tried to look back, but his hand was placed at the nape of your neck forcing you to look forward.

"You call me your dad? Huh? I'm gonna punish you like one," he spoke, leaning over you. Your breaths trembled, feeling the fear in your lungs. "Gonna spank you girl, say yes daddy," he demanded, his tone putting fear into you.

"Y-yes, daddy," your voice came out as shaky as you felt. His belt came down on your ass as soon as the affirmative left your mouth, you let out a squeal in response to the pain.

"Think you can humiliate me like that? Tell people I'm your dad? That shit's embarrassing Y/N," he said, smoothing over the welt that was sure to be made.

"S-sorry," you cried out, you had a bad feeling in your gut.

"Sorry what?" He asked, but he knew the response. He knew what he wanted you to stay.

"Sorry daddy," you said softly and then he smacked your ass with the belt again. It was almost as if he was punishing you for saying what he wanted you to say.

He smacked your ass three more times in succession, five times altogether. Tears were falling down your face from the pain, but you knew you deserved it after the stunt you pulled today.

He backed away from you, letting you turn your face to look at him now. You watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, a darkness in his eyes that you had never seen before.

"Here's what's gonna happen Y/N," he spoke as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his boxers, exposing everything to you. You let out a small gasp, the air barely reaching your lungs. He seemed harder and thicker than ever before. He walked over to you, that dark glint still in your eyes. "I'm gonna fuck you and you're not gonna say a word, heard too much out of that fucking mouth tonight," he degraded you. You should've been mad, but it only left a pool of heat collecting in your panties.

You just nodded your head in agreeance, but even if you said no you were sure he would’ve still gone about his business. he lifted you fully on the bed but you were still on your hands and knees. You could feel him rubbing his tip up and down your folds, it left your back shuttering in response. He rammed into you before you could process anything else.

You both gasped as he bottomed out in you, a slight hint of pain as he stretched you. Your eyes were still watery from the belt. It was an overwhelming feeling to be so completely full of someone like this.

“So tight Y/N, made just for me,” he said as he began to slowly thrust in and out.

“So wet for me Y/N, who knew you could be such a slut,” he said confidently. You moaned as his hand reached under you to play with your clit. The pleasure was mind numbing, to be used as a fuck toy like this. It left you feeling in awe of him.

You only managed to let out grunts and moans as Elvis continued to fuck into you, occasionally smacking your ass leaving tears streaming down your face.

“Gonna fuck a baby into you, finally make me a daddy,” he said grunting. His hands pushing your upper body down, forcing you ass higher in the air. The new angle caused you to see stars, he was so deep that you completely forgot about the words he grunted. His hips smacking into yours made the air leave your lungs. Your breaths disrupted your moans. Your face was pressed into the sheets, leaving no room for oxygen to enter your lungs.

You looked back at him, his hands firmly pressed into your back. It was a glorious sight to see him like this, his hair messed up. Him so care free as he fucked you.

“You’re mine Y/N, gonna make you so full of me everyone knows it too,” he said as his hips stuttered into yours. You were close and so was he, it was hard not to finish fast like this. Everything was so hard and fast about this, but in a way it was filled with love. It was everything love was about, jealousy and passion.

“Daddy,” you moaned, disobeying him for the first time since he commanded the order. He was too into you to even care, too into reaching you and him to that point. Too into finishing in you and reaching his goal.

“Gonna make you a mama,” he said, reaching under you to play with your clit again and you couldn’t help but gasp and buck your hips into him. The ball seemed to pop in your stomach and you completely let go, your body completely going limp as he continued to fuck into you. He raised your hips up with his hands as he continued his assault.

He thrusted, hard, going the deepest he had ever before. And that’s where he came. You both moaned at the feeling as he collapsed into you, you didn’t even think twice about the repercussions of his actions. You would be anything he wanted you to be, and if one of those things were to be a mother, you would be.

You stayed connected like this for a few minutes, and then he pulled out of you to see the damage he had done. The belt had already left your skin raised, puffy and red. Soon, it would bruise. His fingers lightly traced the marks and you winced in reaction.

“I’m sorry mama,” he whispered, his anger overtook him and he was entirely too hard on you. It left a bad feeling in his gut.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. He saw the cum fall out of you, and he reached his finger and picked it up and shoved it back into you.

“Gotta keep it all, Y/N,” he mumbled under his breath. You repeated the events of that night over and over, fucking his love into you and making sure it would stick. He wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. You wanted it too.

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Weki Meki November Reading 2023

Rule: Please take it lightly

Suyeon

Love: Suyeon is currently dating and enjoying her life with her partner. This is a long realtionship, they have been together for quite a while and they are also very well-established. This person almost lives with her since they often are together even in private times 

Career: things are moving forward for her I see. She probably has some projects that she is working on that might get released by the end of the year and the beginning of 2024 

Self: despite that, Suyeon struggles a lot with her mental health and that puts a lot of heavy and dark energy around her. She is someone who get anxious and burns out very easily so that gets in the way of her career

Elly

Love: I think she is seeing someone in a non-official way but that things are rather going well. She just still doesn’t know boat this person enough to actually be in a relationship with them, but it does seem likes sh eis planing to date the person. 

Career: she too has a good career around her; she I happy with what she has mostly due to the right people be around her. Elly also has lots of offers from what she will want to try other things that being in her group 

Self: she is a strong and very clever woman. She is doing very well and she uses her head a lot to get around in the society and in the industry. Strong character In reality 

Yoojung

Love: she is also dating someone and things have been going on for a while now but it only got official between them a few weeks ago. Yoojung is moving very quickly, however, I don’t think she is taking enough time to know the person as she is just diving in into the realtionship 

Career: she too has a bright career in front of her and like th other members she is happy with everything she currently has. Their schedules are good, she has time to work and to rest and just focus on herself and other projects she has 

Self: however I also see that Yoojung struggles a lot with money and that her finial difficulties are maybe the reason why se is trying to move quickly into her realtionship. She lives her life based on money 

Doyeon

Love: in a relationship with someone who works in her industry, probably someone well placed, a higher-up, or even a rich sponsor who knows. But in any case, their realtionship has been going on for a while now so it is rather serious 

Career: she isn’t very happy with how things are going since she thinks her company isn’t being communicative either. Whenever there’s an issue or a thing to do, they just throw it in her face instead of warning her first. Poor management 

Self: she is okay, healthy in body and soul and at the moment more focused on knowing new people, and new places and forging her life around her 

Sei

Love: her relationship isn’t going very well. There are some internal issues and mostly also involving her company and the company of the idol that she is dating. This has already happened in the past and it’s happening again when the two companies don’t want their artists dating each other 

Career: she is bored. She thinks she should be doing more music, more dances, and more comebacks and honestly, she is bored of being in WM

Self: Sei is changing a lot when it comes to appearance and her personality. For now, I don’t know if it is in a more positive or negative way since she is doing through this shift 

Lua

Love: Lua is in a relationship at the moment and it does seem like her relationship is doing rather well as they are happy. I have a feeling they have been dating for the past 3 years no and that she doesn’t have any complaints about her love life 

Career:  she is okay with how her career is at the moment because, despite the activities they do, she still has enough money to live and go on with her life. She also has people coming for her to endorcement and projects 

Self: she lives a little bit too much based on money, which can make her be seen as a golden digger or as someone who only cares about appearances  

Rina

Love:  she is also in a relationship with someone very well-placed in society (not someone from the musical industry but who works sin another company). They have been together for a while and things seem to be going well for her 

Career:  she doesn’t have much to do, she is bored, not getting paid and just wants to do something else. Unfortunately, her contract and her sponsors aren’t giving her much work to do at the moment which causes her to in a final difficulty

Self: she is okay overall, she is working on other things outside music and trying to master new skills so she can do other stuff and not only singing and dancing 

Lucy

Love: she is in a relationship but I do feel like her partner and her have been having some issues. Her partner feels to be a little bit too authoritative lately which hasn’t been affecting her but can be an issue as things progress

Career: Lucy doesn’t seem to be happy with her carer as well. Also, take it lightly but I do believe that there’s someone in her company who harasses her or always asks things in return if she wants to do solo promotions or solo projects 

Self: Lucy is someone very mature and with a strong emotional health which is needed when working in this field for the event she is strong and moving forward 

#Weki Meki #Weki Meki tarot #Weki Meki reading

[readingandwritingandreading]

From The Ground Up ~ Part 1

My Blurb: Welcome to my Drew story! I have had this one sitting on the shelf for awhile now and I am excited that the events of Money in the Bank provided me with the perfect way to start it. This will involve ABO dynamics and include others from the WWE roster. Each “faction” in WWE will be considered a pack for story purposes. My taglist and inbox are always open! 

Disclaimer: Alas, I own nothing. 

Summary: Drew’s been in the wrestling business a long time and seen his fair share of Alpha & Omega drama. He’s certain when he finds his Omega this won’t be a problem, until the scent of cherries and orchids fill his senses and Cassidy Riley strolls into his life and he realizes a real relationship has to be built from the ground up. 

Pairing: Alpha Drew McIntyre x Omega OFC Cassidy Riley 

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics

Status: In Progress

Tagging: @pioched​ | @ashes-writing | @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore | @thebookwormcat

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I laughed when Kayla rolled her eyes at Pete's antics before signing off the kickoff show. It was officially time for Money in the Bank. The first one ever to take place in England and my first time being on a premium live event. I had been called up from my backstage interviewer position in NXT to the main roster shortly after Wrestlemania. Since then I have done some segments on Raw and Smackdown and even been the in ring announcer at some live events.  

I checked my notes as the opening started playing and the crowd started cheering. The Men’s money in the bank match was first, followed by the women’s tag titles and then the Intercontinental title match. I headed to my first interview spot with fan favorite LA Knight. 

“Let me talk to ya Cassidy!” he greeted in his boisterous way when the director signaled the start. I heard the crowd roar as we appeared on the jumbotron. 

“LA Knight, do you feel prepared for tonight’s battle?” I moved the microphone closer to him as he whipped off his sunglasses. 

He grinned at me before turning to the camera, “I only have one word for ya, YEAH!” he said and I heard the echo of the crowd repeating his phrase before he headed towards the ring. 

The cameraman signaled we were done and I turned towards catering in search of water before my next segment. Kayla found me on the way and gave me a big hug. “You did it! Your first live interview on a Pay Per View!” she gushed, looping her arm in mine. 

“Don’t you mean Premium Live Event?” I questioned with a laugh, causing her to roll her eyes. They were really pushing for the name change but too many people had spent most of their lives calling it a pay per view and it was going to be awhile before that changed. 

 I stopped suddenly causing Kayla to stumble. “What the hell…” she trails off taking in my frozen posture. “Cas are you ok? 

I shiver as the scent of coffee with a hint of forest and something else that I can’t quite place rolls through me. She shakes my arm and I snap out of it. “Oh, sorry, what? Must be hungrier than I thought. Did catering get a new coffee? It smells amazing.” 

Kayla looks at me like I grew an extra head, sniffing the air before replying, “I don’t smell anything but maybe I’m still stopped up from being sick last week.” She says it slowly and I give her a reassuring smile before continuing our trek. 

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“Listen fella, I'm not thrilled that you’re going for the title I want but until I'm back in the running you can count on us to have your back against the Imperium pack.” Sheamus clapped his hand on my shoulder and I nodded in appreciation. I had been out of action since Wrestlemania and they were some of the very few who knew I would be making a comeback tonight. The Brawling Brutes were the closest I had to my own pack. Sheamus was their head alpha, Ridge, an alpha in his own right, was his second in command and Butch the third Alpha. Finding their Omegas had filled out the rest of their pack but it had been a dramatic and hard fought journey. Though we had bickered many times, I trusted them to have my back. 

“How are they doing with their mates?” I nodded to the two younger alphas. Ridge was lending silent support to Butch whose mate looked like she was about to burst into tears. I could almost smell the worry radiating off her. Ladder matches could be brutal, I kinda felt for the girl.

“Cameron is taking it the hardest, poor thing had barely watched any wrestling when they met. Isabella and Lucy have been helping her adjust but she’s just as headstrong and stubborn as Petey boy.” Sheamus shrugged, “There’s always a learning curve when you find your mate.” He raised his eyebrow at me. 

I rolled my eyes at him, I was confident when I found my mate everything would fall into place. No drama or “learning curve”. If fate had decreed it, how else could it go? Sheamus never failed to try and remind me that’s not how it always is but I shrugged him off. If I had to wait this long, it was going to be a breeze. I wished Butch good luck before heading to get ready for my return, I was set to come out after the Intercontinental title match.

Hand on the door to my locker room I froze as a scent rolled over me. It was a mouthwatering mix of orchids, cherries and something else that flew around my brain but didn’t quite land. I surveyed the area, the instinct inside of me howling to investigate, but nothing caught my eye. Shaking my head I continued into the room to get ready. 

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“You’re trembling, are you sure you’re ok?” Kayla asked for the fifth time since we had left catering. 

“I think so, I just feel…off, I guess. Like I should be doing something.” I replied. Ever since that scent had hit me, I had felt like a live wire, my body thrumming with anticipation.

“Cassidy, on in 30 seconds, they are heading up the ramp.” the director said. I nodded, giving a reassuring smile to Kayla before standing in my spot. I was set to interview the winners of the match when they came through. Riddle had met them at the entrance, high fiving them before heading to the ring. Raquel and Liv burst through the curtain, all smiles as they headed over to me. 

“Raquel and Liv, congratulations on your victory and becoming the new WWE Women’s Tag Team Champions. I have to ask though, do you think you could have done it without Shayna’s shocking betrayal on Ronda?” I held out the microphone to them while Imperium made their entrance behind us. 

Raquel leaned in, “It doesn’t matter what happened between Ronda and Shayna, we were always going to get these back.”

“Shayna saw a sinking ship and bailed, honestly after the way Ronda has taken over since she came back, I don’t blame her a bit.” Liv chimed in. “But like Raquel said, these are our titles and we won’t be backing down from any challengers.” 

They headed off and I smiled after them until the camera man gave me the thumbs up. Sagging with relief, I rolled my neck and shoulders trying to relieve some of the tension. Kayla shot me another worried look before heading off to her next interview. I turned to look at the schedule when the scent invaded the room again. Spinning quickly I scanned the room, my eyes landing on Drew McIntyre staring at me and breathing hard, my trembling increased.

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Adrenaline was coursing through my veins as I pulled my black tank top on and dampened my hair. Part of it was to get back in the ring but the rest was that instinct demanding I find that scent. I hadn’t felt it this strongly before and I stared at my hand that was practically trembling.

A knock on the door followed by one of the stagehands announcing it was almost my turn had me taking a deep breath and forcing my hand into a fist to slow the tremors. This was my big return and I couldn’t let nerves or whatever this was get to me. 

With that in mind I opened the door and headed out. The closer I got to gorilla, the more the scent called to me and the faster I walked, I was almost sprinting when I finally got there. It was more potent now, the cherry and orchids surrounding me with undertones of peaches. I pulled the curtain aside and my eyes locked on the new backstage announcer as I stepped in the room. I had seen her before, she had been in NXT but was moved up after Wrestlemania. 

She tensed before turning and scanning the room, her brown eyes widening when she saw me staring at her. I started moving towards her, making a slow perusal of her body. Her long legs looked stunning in a pair of black heels and her skin glowed against the maroon lace dress. Mate, mine. The thoughts swarmed my head as I made eye contact with her.  

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His scent surrounded me, coffee and the woods all combined into thoughts that rang out through my brain. Warmth, safety, home, MATE.

His eyes flashed gold when our eyes met and I didn't need the gasps around me to tell me mine did too. I felt the connection click into place. Drew McIntyre is my alpha.

A growl escaped his throat as he stalked closer, driving me back until my back hit the wall and he pressed his face to my neck. I trembled again, partly from fear and partly from his closeness. I couldn’t see past him to the rest of the room. His arms were caging me in and my hands pressed to his chest of my own violation. 

Struggling with the urge to either push him away or grab him, I whimpered when he pulled his face back to look at me again, one hand cupping my face. “My Omega” whispered in his accent caused me to tremble again, the wall and my grip on his shirt the only things keeping me up right. 

“Drew, you’re on. Drew!” Hunter’s voice pulled us out of our staredown and I was suddenly reminded that we were in a room full of people and most of them were staring at us. Blushing I tried to pull away but Drew held me close, growling lowly and glaring at everyone like they were a threat.

Hunter held his hands up, “Your music is about to hit, she will be safe here until you return.” 

Drew seemed to snap out of it at that, turning back to me slowly. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead before releasing me and walking out the curtain as his music sounded and the fans started screaming. 

Hunter and Stephanie rushed toward me immediately, grabbing my arm when I started to sway. “Holy shit Cassidy! Drew McIntyre is your mate?!” Stephanie practically shrieked. 

“Um.., can I sit down please. I need to sit down.” My voice was shaky even to my own ears. 

“Of course, take the rest of the show off, Kayla can take over.” Hunter replied, rubbing my arm. I nodded weakly as black started encroaching my vision. I heard them yelling for the med team before I completely passed out. 

#micole writes things now #drew mcintyre #drew mcintyre x OFC #alpha!drew #alpha!drew mcintyre #money in the bank #from the ground up

[adrinoir]

Top 10 Favorite Miraculous Episodes

So, I wanted to do a list of my top 10 favorite episodes of Miraculous so far. I like making lists, sooo why not? :D

1. Chat Blanc

I know there’s definitely people in the fandom who stopped liking this episode a whole lot and considering it the best. But, I still do!

I’ve watched it probably 10 times at this point and I’ve cried just about every time. Seeing Adrien cry after the break up, breakdown in front of Ladybug and Hawk Moth, and yell at Ladybug about how she doesn’t love him anymore is just heartbreaking. I can’t not feel upset seeing Adrien this upset.

It’s such an emotionally heavy episode. Marinette and Adrien finally kiss (on the lips!!) and get together. Gabriel ruthlessly ends that relationship. Adrien learns his father is Hawk Moth and gets manipulated so, so badly. It’s such a well done plot, and the fact that it’s still impacting Marinette and affecting how she treats Cat Noir is insane. The fact that Cat Noir ended the world with his sadness is insane.

Minor detail, but it also was the start of the “Little Kitty on a Roof” song. A song that became a cute, comforting song for Adrien while he’s dealing with stress and loneliness. I lost it when it popped up again in Felix.

2. Wishmaker

If you’ve followed me for a while, you know I’ve written about this episode so many times. Well here we go again!

It’s so underrated. I was in the midst of working a god awful job when this episode came out, and I never related to any Miraculous episode so deeply. Ever.

It talks so much about being passionate about your work and why it’s important to a lot of people that their work is meaningful for them. We get Andre’s full backstory on him hating his office job and finding his passion for ice cream and bringing people together. I love it, I love it, I love it.

Also, learning Adrien has been controlled his entire life by his parents was just as sad as everything he endured in Chat Blanc. It was already suspicious that he didn’t have a childhood dream, but still the biggest shock ever when he turned into himself when he got hit by Wishmaker. I couldn’t stop crying after I first watched that scene.

3. Glaciator

This episode is just…a classic. I feel it sums up the entire love square concept in one episode. They don’t know each other’s identities and end up ditching each other for each other because they love each other’s other identities. It’s an episode that both made the fandom love them but also get so irritated.

Cat Noir hopping onto Marinette’s balcony, opening up to her, and taking her to his romantic rooftop picnic without even thinking twice is incredibly wholesome. It really put a big spotlight on Adrien as a person.

It’s also what made me and a lot of the fandom absolutely love the Marichat ship. It was so unexpected that Cat Noir would choose to spend time and have a heart-to-heart with Marinette. They were already cute in Evillustrator, but this was 10x cuter.

4. Risk

This episode had me gasping so much. Risk’s power hit Marinette and Adrien the hardest since they’ve got so much going on in their personal lives. They really did things I was not expecting.

I - and many other fans - already know Adrien is in love with Marinette. But, the fact that a big risk for him is holding her hand and opening up to her about how unhappy he is being a model and being trapped was insane. Marinette reassuring him she understands and seeing him so genuinely happy after she told him that was so, so adorable.

I also loved seeing Adrien finally starting to stand up to his father, and yelling to himself about how he just wants to be his son. He also told off Lila again - no risk involved. Like, yes, Adrien. Simply yes.

Oh and then my favorite gremlin, Felix, makes a grand comeback and is actually kinda looking out for Adrien (despite there being some personal gain involved). And I still can’t believe he’s the first person other than Nathalie to know about Emilie being kept in the basement.

5. The Dark Owl

This episode is just so funny and clever. I can’t even count on hand how many times I’ve watched it. Plus, me and my best friend quote this one the most. That is why I’m ranking it so high up!

Mr. Owl is so ridiculous and I love how he relentlessly tries to be a hero. It’s actually easy to sympathize for him since it’s something he’s wanted to do ever since he was little. I also love how many times Ladybug and Cat Noir kept having to try and stop him. Nothing will ever beat Cardboard Girl.

Dark Owl was also so clever in how he projected a fake scene of dropping a bus onto a kitten, humiliating Ladybug and Cat Noir. And, also in how he captured them in whipped cream. Like, no one else would think of something like that!

Also his akumatized object wasn’t even near him, it was in his office! The fact that Ladybug had to fly all the way to his office was crazy, and she was ridiculously close to getting her miraculous pulled off.

Not just props to Dark Owl, I enjoyed how clever Ladybug and Cat Noir were too! That plan of closing their eyes to feed their kwamis (the scene when Plagg and Tikki learned about the love square!!) and then giving Hawk Moth the fake miraculous Ladybug had used in her Cardboard Girl situation was very clever.

6. Strikeback

What a beautiful season finale. Oh my goodness.

There was so much angst in this episode. Ladybug and Cat Noir fought. Ladybug had another flashback of Chat Blanc.

Also, Felix landing the opportunity of getting a miraculous - the one that obtains other objects like a pokeball- was fantastic. His hero design was wonderful, and he knew exactly how to get what he wanted, thanks to getting that miraculous.

I loved the two ending scenes: Adrien comforting Ladybug and keeping her safe during her anxiety attack, and Ladybug and Cat Noir hugging. It’s not because I want to see Marinette upset and crying, but because it’s such good representation of anxiety, and having the person she loves comfort her both in and out of costume is incredible.

7. Stormy Weather

This is the very first episode of Miraculous I ever watched. God bless.

Not only is it nostalgic for me, but it’s a genuinely good episode! Ladybug and Cat Noir worked so well together in this episode. Cat Noir had his awesome night vision and that cataclysm run he did. Ladybug had a very, very clever idea for the lucky charm.

I also love the scene when Cat Noir first interacts with Stormy Weather. He keeps making jokes and puns simply to irritate her. So incredibly on brand for him.

8. Glaciator 2

I loved the first, I love the second. I was so sure the romance was gonna be gone for good in the Marichat ship after Weredad. Nope. This episode ignited it again.

Marinette practicing her confession on her crush who she doesn’t realize is her crush is hysterical. Even funnier than the first Glaciator episode. And the fact that Cat Noir laughed at it, and Kagami was the one who egged her to do it all based on a manga made it even better.

But, the cutest parts were definitely them going on a movie date and then Cat Noir leaving the fight to rehearse with Marinette again, definitely falling for her after hearing the unscripted version of her confession. I like how close they became in this episode. They instinctively act like friends because they know each other and see each other regularly but obviously can’t reveal that to each other.

9. Oblivio

I live for this because it’s direct proof of how much Marinette and Adrien love each other. They had their memories wiped and they very quickly came to the conclusion that they’re dating. Adrien admitted, “No wonder I fell in love with you.” They kissed.

I’m such a sucker for romance and this episode fills that void for me. It is so nice seeing the love square come together and they toyed with us in this episode with that.

I also thought it was so cool seeing the an akumatized victim form out of two people. It reminded me of a Steven Universe fusion. The crazy thing is that I was able to figure out it was Alya and Nino just based on the voice. You can hear two completely different voices if you pay very close attention.

10. Stone Heart Origins

Cheating a little and combining the two-parter into one lol.

This is the start of it all. The beginning of our OTP. The immaculate umbrella scene.

I will always find it funny how Marinette originally thought Adrien was some stupid bully who had the audacity to put chewing gum on her seat, and also how badly she didn’t want to become Ladybug. Then, in such a short span of time later, she tells off Hawk Moth, decides to keep saving Paris, and falls in love with Adrien after he apologizes.

What’s also funny but also really sad is that Adrien’s rebellious move was running off to school. He felt so alone and trapped that he felt going to the public high school would be his ticket out. Luckily, Gabriel finally ended up letting him attend, but his even bigger escape became his 2nd life as Cat Noir. He wanted to escape so bad, he didn’t even let Plagg finish telling him what he should be doing.

Honorable Mention: Rocketear

This episode - like Wishmaker - is also very underrated.

I cannot begin to tell you how many times I gasped watching this episode when it first premiered. I was floored when Nino revealed his and Alya’s hero identities to Adrien and shit talked Cat Noir to Adrien (unknowingly to Cat Noir’s face!!) It felt very out of character for Nino and I never expected their friendship to get jeopardized like that.

Nino getting akumatized was also devastating for Adrien and they did an excellent job at making that obvious. His tone of voice, his sad facial expressions, and him giving up his baton were all very telling that he absolutely did not want to fight his best friend. He cares a lot about Nino and it shows. Adrien was so hurt after everything that happened.

Aside from the emotion, it was pretty hilarious seeing Nino get jealous over a fake situation: Cat Noir and Alya being in love. The detective act was great, so was Cat Noir thinking he’s too charming which caused Alya to possibly crush on him.

Plot and characters aside, Zeno Robinson really shined in this episode. I wasn’t used to the change in Nino’s VA just yet, but he did a fantastic job in this episode. Bryce Papenbrook also did an amazing job putting a lot of emotion into Adrien’s voice, making him sound incredibly stressed and saddened.

#miraculous ladybug #tales of ladybug and cat noir #miraculers #miraculous #adrien agreste #chat noir #ladybug #ml #ml chat blanc #ml wishmaker #ml glaciator #ml risk #ml dark owl #ml strike back #ml stormy weather #ml glaciator 2 #ml oblivio #ml stoneheart #ml rocketear #chat blanc #Glaciator #glaciator 2 #rocketear #oblivio #stormy weather

[birlwrites]

i love the Regulus, Evan, and Barty dynamic you've created. any combo of romantic/platonic works for me. but consider: later on in the tyrant/dark lord universes, 'everyone' knows they're a unit, but no one knows for sure what the dynamics are. cue no good layabout Barty Crouch jr. bringing his two 'sugar daddies' to his family events to piss off his old man. (they are, of course, perfectly lovely to his mother)

god okay i was trying to restrain myself like 'i said i would do the ask answering extravaganza NEXT WEEK' but ajflshgksdjff anon this made me CACKLE

i feel like the very first Crouch Family Gathering Feat. Regulus And Evan is the most fun barty and evan have had in their entire lives

evan is seated near crouch sr at the table which was really just a horrible decision on someone's part but at least evan's enjoying himself

regulus is busy having a surprisingly in-depth conversation with barty's mother (she's grilling him about the construction of black manor and the additions made over the centuries and the consistencies or lack thereof in architectural style and--) and he is really struggling because he keeps getting distracted by evan monologuing to barty's father re: an absolutely HORRENDOUS hat he was forced to witness with his own two eyes at their last garden party, the peacock feathers were mismatched and it was VELVET in JULY and not only that, the shade of turquoise was MOST unbecoming and turquoise is incredibly gauche in the first place and has been for three years which is NOT long enough to render it ready to return to evan's field of vision, it's practically all he's thought about for the past week, but fortunately evan has barty to distract him from his woes<3

barty nods along to what evan's saying with a completely straight face, only interjecting at the very end of this monologue with 'i thought regulus said his cousin said turquoise would make a comeback in the fall. regulus?' while regulus is desperately trying not to laugh at the look on crouch sr's face and is therefore not in any condition to participate in this conversation and then evan grabs this topic change with both hands and declares quite vehemently 'narcissa malfoy is wRONG--'

regulus does get to add to crouch sr's rage later on by very politely informing barty's mother that actually, barty has gotten to know the various features of black manor quite intimately since moving in - he's certainly well versed in the more esoteric parts of the property since he has so much free time to explore

the evening concludes with barty jokingly threatening to get regulus to buy him turquoise robes and evan immediately responding with 'oh, but anything looks good on you, sweetheart, if you want them i'll buy them for you' and crouch sr having an aneurysm

and if any EXTENDED CROUCH FAMILY MEMBERS GET INVOLVED AJFSKHGJKSDJFFKD - i'm envisioning a big family reunion or something at which various people are trying to figure out wtf is up with barty crouch jr and they keep drawing crouch sr into conversations to ask him what's going on there and he's just being tORTURED CONSTANTLY

alternatively: the most over-the-top birthday party ever, at which regulus calmly informs crouch sr that yes, they DID temporarily import a dragon from romania, and yes, the paperwork to get it authorized by the dimc WAS tedious, and yes, it was definitely 100% completely legal, and yes, they went to all that effort just because barty thought it would be cool

#why are they living in black manor? i don't know afjslghskdf that's just what manifested in my head #crouch sr: black is. slightly more tolerable than rosier #regulus: *unveils his brand new legislation to legalize blood magic* #crouch sr: never mind #i feel like this works no matter what the dynamics are #although admittedly i always find 'outrageous flirting to piss off someone else' much funnier #when the participants are *not* romantically involved #should i make an inbox tag #dark lord wip #regulus also thought the dragon would be cool

[taehyungfirst]

MAN i’ve been pretty on the fence about taehyung and jennie being real since the rumour originally started, mostly because it isn’t my business who he dates, and i just want him to be happy (also i’m a graphic designer/photo editor, and the original leaked photos had certain qualities that stood out as editing mistakes to me). i’ll be honest though, apart of me was relieved.. after he went to that possibly lgbt club in paris last summer, and all those photos he took with models came out, i noticed the speculation on his sexuality was at an all time high, and i was genuinely worried about him going to the military with those rumours surrounding him.. (to be clear, im lgbt myself, and would fully support him regardless of his sexuality, i just want him safe more than anything). but i feel like with every dating “update,” things become more and more WEIRD? we KNOW taehyung (and all the tannies) are extremely private regarding their personal lives, and they know HOW to be private. but it just seems like there is a steady influx of this dating content, and it somehow always coincides with blackpink’s activities (their comeback, the idol release, disbandment rumours..) and quite frankly, if jennie were posting the recent instagram photos as “confirmation,” i would think she and taehyung would’ve discussed it beforehand.. and i really don’t think taehyung would be okay with jennie posting those photos a day before jungkook’s first solo release, because i really doubt he would want his own dating life to be a distraction from his band mate’s accomplishment.. like we KNOW how important the rest of the tannies are to him.. this whole thing is just. really weird. i’d be more convinced they were dating if we hadn’t heard a peep since the first photo “leaks,” tbh. every time something new happens, i become less and less convinced this is a legitimate relationship.. and i’m not any kind of shipper haha, i am not actively looking for evidence to disprove this relationship. this whole thing is just… weird.

idk man. i’m not convinced either way, and it’s not my business who tae is dating (and i say this as someone who’s always liked blackpink and jennie, and wouldn’t have an issue with them actually dating). but the way this whole thing continues happening is just so, so strange, and i just worry about taehyung. i just hope he’s doing okay, regardless of what’s really going on. like. this is one HUNDRED percent me projecting also, and i’m aware of that, but in the celine photos that dropped right after the “hand holding pap walk,” he just… he looked like he was dealing with a lot. i just hope he’s okay.

venting here because i know you care about him and want him happy and safe too, so i thought you’d understand! thanks for letting me vent, haha.

wanna add to this that the articles abt yg, disbandment, and l//isa’s dating rumor disappeared and an article about tae and jennie just dropped straight to #1 trending… are we even surprised?

i agree with everything you said, all i want is him to be free from stalkers and from crazy narratives, i dont want his privacy invaded anymore and him being involved in companies tricks. all i care about is his safety his happiness and his artistry, thank you for sharing your thoughts anon! :)

#the celine picture made me so sad because he looked like he lost weight it was terrible #i just hope hes always fine #i actually don’t like that girl but this is before the whole rumor i have my reasons #have a good day whenever you wanna rant feel free #ask #taehyung

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

|Come Closer| Kuroo Tetsurou x Blackfem!reader

The following fanfic is an inspired spin-off of Deciphered by @hoeneymilktea, The Sunrise and Your Sins by @leia505 , and fanart by @aikk00 . Pls check them out as well as other spin-off authors. Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. I hope you enjoy~ ♡

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Chapter [003] Rescue Mission

Sunlight trickled down the covers and up the hall as his scent lingered across the king size mattress. You reach over where he once rested to feel emptiness. Last night was feverish, to say the least, but your head wasn't aching with an adrenaline high anymore. Sliding your legs off the side of the bed you don his hoodie he left behind.

Towards the cracked door you peek your head out looking around before pressing onwards. Turning the corner to the living room, a faint slam from the front door startles you.

"Tetsurou?" You ask softly.

He removes his jacket and puts it on the nearby coat rack. His gaze lands on you smiling slightly while he throws his house keys aside.

"It's been a while since you've worn my jersey Shortcake."

Kuroo places a take out bag on the glass kitchen table.

The red fabric drapes your figure just as it did years ago. Your stomach butterflies make a comeback. "Where were you?"

"I figured you'd be up by now so I went out and brought home some breakfast." He deeply muttered. "You go freshen up, I've got it from here."

You nod leaving to do as told. Like deja vu almost. Years ago you wore his jersey to his games and as makeshift pajamas when you'd sleep overnight. Just yesterday you locked eyes with him in his high school gym, your Polaroid inches off the ground when he caught it from breaking to pieces.

So many summers, so little time. Back in his room you look for your clothes from last night. To your delight they're washed and still warm from the dryer. Your undergarments there as well. Back in the kitchen Kuroo unwinds trying to stifle his excitement.

"So, what's for breakfast?"

He slides you a plate , cheesy fluffy scrambled eggs, bacon, and sliced avocado packed tightly in a brioche bun and large hash browns sit beside it.

"And before you ask, yes I got yah some coffee."

He puts an iced coffee next to your plate with some napkins. Even though last night didn't go as planned, he still managed to make up for it just as he said. Still, he hasn't explained how and why the authorities were involved. But you'd rather not say anything. You're sure he'll come around and explain himself.

You take a sip of your coffee, eating your breakfast as Kuroo settles down beside you. Him eating a ham and cheese variation of your order minus the avocado slices. He turns on some music from his home stereo, morning jazz playing softly throughout the penthouse.

Taking your last few bites you dispose of your plate in the sink, drinking what little coffee you have left. Your phone's missed call list was flooded with Daize's caller ID. Dialing her back, she picks up quickly.

"Thank God y/n you made me worried sick. Why haven't you been answering?"

Kuroo looks over, you mouth out who was on the other line.

"I'm really sorry Daidai. I was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as I got back safely. Don't worry, I'm fine. Kuroo made sure of that."

Daize sighs deeply. Her worried tone shifted slightly. You regret not calling her sooner.

"Great. Let me know when you're on your way home. Okay?"

"I will. I promise. I love you Daidai, bye."

You say hanging up.

Kuroo washes your shared dishes. His dark dragon tattoo spiraled down from his right shoulder to his wrist. A small cross tattoo on his neck as well.

Even his lip and eyebrow piercing are where you saw them last.

"I'll get you home Shortcake."

His blood red Nissan Veilside 350Z swerved out the parking garage. Slightly cloudy skies overhead as you reach for the stereo. You try turning the dial to the radio station you both used to listen to as teens. Trust me by Yuya Matsushita.

The familiar tune hit your ear as he started humming along. You smiled nodding along singing the words without missing a beat. Kuroo bobbing his head at your voice. Akihabara got closer in the side view mirror where you sat, the window's cracked for air circulation.

Kuroo briefly checked his phone, you didn't pay much attention looking around at anime characters from your favorite shows displayed in store windows and fashion boutiques scattered about. It wasn't until your eyes drifted close when everything faded to black.

Kuroo parks the car in the driveway of your home. You were slumped over, your head resting against the window. He smiled, gently shaking you awake.

"Shortcake we're here."

You mumble rubbing your eyes. You went to unbuckle your seat belt when he leans over, his face inches from yours.

"Let me get that for yah." Your seat belt is released as you open the door.

You both walk to your door when another car pulls up, it's Oikawa's. He steps out, a worrisome look of annoyance creasing his features.

"Bro my little mechanic is in deep shit right now we've gotta go."

"Daize? Is she okay? What happened? " You ask, jogging towards him.

"I'll explain on the way but she's running out of time."

You reach for the passenger car door when Kuroo snatches your wrist. "What gives Tetsurou?"

"I don't want what happened last night to happen again. You stay here until we get back."

You take your wrist back. "Stay here my ass I'm going with you."

"She'll be fine Kuroo. We need to hurry."

Kuroo narrows his eyes, blowing out a puff of air. "Fine. Get in."

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[bomnun]

Maybe loona haven't had a comeback because haseul went to war...... 🤔🤔🤔

perhaps she’s off...serving her country 😔😔 proud of her!

but I think she deserves dispensation for her invaluable work, the members need her and the world needs loona 💔💔💔

this would explain why they delete the updates she herself posts...

#they decided two comebacks without the leader was enough... #tired of being a military wife bring her back!! (jk) #i do feel like she’s involved in this comeback since she’s been living in the dorms for months and members tell recent stories abt stuff she #did at practice...but to what extent remains to see #knowing bbc we’ll get the updates at the latest possible moment! #ask #justdoityo

[muffinbeliever]

Tough Love

The reader hasn't seen Dean since she left the brothers after he took the Mark. But when she happens to run into him at a bar in North Dakota, he's not the same man she remembered.

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4568

Warnings: explicit sexual content, degrading, language, daddy kink, choking, spanking, face-fucking, praise kink

Prompt: “We going to fight or make out? ‘Cause I’m getting some real mixed signals here.”

A/N: hello ! this is my submission for @ejlovespie​ 500 followers challenge! i am so glad that i was able to participate and i wish all the best to ej as she continues to be an AMAZING writer 

Masterlist

The bunker was colder without Dean’s presence. 

While coolness was normal for the concrete-lined shelter, the warmth of Dean’s laugh and the wafting scents of his culinary masterpieces were gone, leaving behind a shell of the home that it used to be. You harbored deep feelings for the green-eyed man, and it had pained you to see him struggle while he bore the Mark of Cain. 

Dean was quite possibly the strongest person you knew. There was the obvious example, in that he practically raised himself and Sam without the guidance of a mother and a father, really. He was selfless to a fault, always putting you and Sam before himself. You rarely saw him express any vulnerability and could count the number of times he’s cried in front of you on one hand. 

Cain had told Dean that the Mark could only be worn by someone deemed “worthy”. In less cryptic terms, someone who was already a killer. While Dean had killed a fair share of demons and monsters, you knew that he still carried the guilt of Ellen, Bobby, and Jo’s deaths, along with countless others. Before Dean took the Mark, a small, selfish part of you had hoped that he wouldn’t be deemed worthy, but it was a useless wish. 

It was difficult for you to watch him grapple with the dark power that came with the Mark. For months, you had silently suffered as Dean slipped through your fingers. Often nights, you cried yourself to sleep, missing the feeling of his arms around you and the way his smile could light up any room. Despite not being romantically involved with the older Winchester, the two of you shared an intimate bond that was unlike the bond you shared with Sam. For you, it came easily, stemming from your deep rooted love. But it was unclear where Dean’s feelings stood.

You had seen him interact with women before. Flirting came naturally to him, and you knew that many had been entranced by his witty comebacks and smooth compliments. With Charlie, he was like an older brother, similar to how Sam was like your older brother. Dean harmlessly joked around with her, but underneath the teasing, there was a fierce loyalty to protect her. 

You didn’t know Jo Harvelle, only heard snippets about her from stories the boys told from before the first apocalypse. Sam once told you that he was unsure if his brother saw Jo as more than a friend, but unfortunately they never had the chance to explore their relationship further. 

Lisa Braeden was a woman shrouded in mystery. Like with Jo, you personally did not know Lisa. You didn’t even know she existed until one night when Sam was drunk off of his ass, pissed at Dean and ranting about how his brother was “a fucking idiot”. You had not been able to coax the whole story out of Sam— despite being drunk, he had a frustrating habit of knowing when to not say too much. From the little pieces that Sam had told you, a picture was starting to form in your head of how Dean spent his year after the apocalypse. 

You had gathered that Dean loved this woman and her son. He wanted to live a normal life and move on, but hunting was in his blood and he couldn’t stay away. She was no longer a part of Dean’s life, as a product of Castiel’s doing, and Dean was adamant that it stayed that way. 

But none of that mattered anymore, because the Dean you knew was gone. You wished you could’ve said that he was killed by Metatron before the scribe was thrown into Heaven’s dungeon, but it would just be lies. Your Dean was gone long before then; he may have physically died by Metatron’s hand, but the Dean you had fallen in love with all those years ago had died when he had taken the Mark. 

His thirst for blood frightened you to the point where you didn’t feel safe with him. You knew that Dean would never wish to hurt you, but the Mark brought out his worst self. It was a Dean that you had never seen before, one filled with constant rage and bloodlust. The distance that he had wedged between the two of you soon became an ocean, and you didn’t know how to swim.

After Charlie’s death, and consequently the Styne’s, the tension between the brothers became unbearable. In a cowardly attempt, you fled the bunker, leaving behind your life and the Winchesters. You loved the brothers too much to see them tear each other apart. 

But now you were back, and Dean was dead. Or at least, that’s what Sam had told you on the phone. However, the empty bed said otherwise. You knew that the bearer of the Mark couldn’t die, due to the power of the Mark itself, and you figured that it would’ve resurrected Dean. While it seemed like the Mark did resurrect Dean, that didn’t explain why he wasn’t in the bunker. He was gone without a trace. 

Sam had tried effortlessly to find Dean, even resorting to capturing demons for information on the whereabouts of his brother and Crowley. Unfortunately, he came out empty handed every time. You couldn’t blame Sam for the lack of information, but not knowing where Dean was drove you insane. 

It had been days since you returned to the bunker, and you had barely slept. Nights were spent researching with Sam and when he insisted you go to bed, you would climb into Dean’s bed and stare at the ceiling, your mind wandering with possibilities of where Dean was and why he had left. 

One look at the clock beside Dean’s bed indicated that it was nearly seven in the morning. Knowing Sam, he was probably passed out in the library over a pile of books. As you tiptoed into the library, you saw that your assumptions were correct. Sam was surrounded by empty beer bottles and books galore. Your heart ached for the younger Winchester.

Desperate for answers, you hastily scribbled out a note to Sam explaining that you were going off to find Dean and that you would call him if you had any updates. It was a cowardly move, especially since Sam was sure to be suffering as much as— if not more than— you were, given it was his brother that was missing. You gathered your belongings, not that you had many in the first place, and drove away. In truth, you had no idea where you were going or what your plan was. All you knew was that the concrete walls of the bunker were closing in on you and you had to get out. 

Less than twenty minutes into your escape, your phone rang. With a quick glance, you discovered it was Sam calling, most likely to yell and track you down. You contemplated picking up, but you were too ashamed of your pathetic actions. Your time with the Winchester brothers had revealed that you weren’t nearly as strong as they were, both physically and emotionally. Hating yourself in that moment, you declined the call before shutting off your phone altogether. 

Preoccupied in your thoughts, you failed to notice the sun set and when you realized you were driving in the dark without headlights, you became aware of other things that you had been ignoring. Your grumbling stomach and strained eyes, for example. You decided to stop at the next town you encountered, and luckily for your empty belly, it was less than 10 miles before you saw lights on the horizon. 

It wasn’t long before you were driving on the streets of the small town. You weren’t quite sure where you had ended up, a consequence of your mindless driving, but after you saw a diner that claimed they had the best burgers in North Dakota, your location was no longer a mystery. You were about to pull into the parking lot of the diner when you saw a bar. Opting for a shot or two of whiskey with your food, you pulled into the Black Spur Bar instead.

It was a new moon and with it came the darkest nights, which is how you failed to notice the sleek black ’67 Chevy Impala parked out front until after you pulled into a spot. When your brain finally registered the car in front of you, your heart skipped a beat before plummeting to the depths of your stomach. What were the fucking odds? 

One part of your brain, the smart part, knew that you should immediately call Sam before doing anything else. But the other part of your brain, the part that was controlled by your heart, pushed you through the door of the bar. You had a gun in the side pocket of your jacket and a knife strapped to your leg for safety, but you knew it was useless against Dean. Even if he wasn’t protected by the Mark, Dean knew all of your hiding spots. 

You slinked in the shadows of the dimly lit bar, eyes sweeping for the familiar bowlegged man. After a couple of minutes, you were ready to give up. He wasn’t at the bar. The car wasn’t his. You only wished it was. You saw a thin blonde exit the bathroom. The men’s bathroom. Not a second later, she was followed by a man. His head was down as he worked to buckle his belt, but as soon as he looked up your breath hitched. 

His hair was different. It was longer and fluffier. Gone were the familiar spikes of his quiff. He exuded confidence as he strode to the bar, signaling the redheaded bartender over. You didn’t miss the way that her eyes swept over his body nor did you miss the flirty grin she gave him. She poured him a shot and he threw it back effortlessly. 

“Well, well, well,” came a familiar British drawl from behind you, “Look what the cat dragged in.” You spun on your heels, now face to face with the self-proclaimed king of hell. He had a smug look on his face and you subtly tried to reach your gun, but his sharp eyes caught the slightest movements.

“Stop being dramatic, love. We’re in a bar for crying out loud. At least buy me a drink first,” he retorted cheekily and you huffed in response. You wanted answers, and you wanted them now. But Dean came first. 

“I’ll consider it. After I talk to Dean,” you negotiated and Crowley gave you a curious look before nodding. You were unsure as to why he was letting you go so easily, but you decided not to dwell on it further, taking the advantage of the chance to talk to Dean. He was now returning the bartender’s advances. You took a deep breath before approaching the bar, sliding into the seat next to him, not that he had noticed. 

“Dean,” your voice cracked and his head whipped to the side. You barely had time to take in his green eyes and soft lips before he sneered. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said coldly and you bristled at his tone. You knew that the Mark kept him on edge all the time, but you weren’t expecting such a harsh welcome. 

“Where have you been? Why didn’t you call Sam? He’s been looking for you. What are you even doing here?” You knew that you shouldn’t bombard him with questions, especially in his angered state, but the words just kept spilling out. 

“Why would I want to see Sam?” He asked, effectively cutting you off. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. 

“Why wouldn’t you want to see Sam?” You bit back. He leaned in close enough for you to feel the puff of his breath. Your mind was empty, suddenly clear of all thoughts. You had stopped breathing altogether, unsure of what his next move would be.

“He’ll kill me,” Dean said, flippantly. You barely had time to register his words in your mind before he blinked, rendering you utterly speechless. The forest green eyes that you adored were gone, replaced by pools of black. His lips curled into a smile, sending shivers down your spine. You were grateful that you were sitting down, otherwise you would’ve collapsed on the floor right then and there. He was possessed. 

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiri…” your words trailed off into silence when you realized that they were not affecting him in the slightest. 

“Get. Out. Of. Him.” You commanded, your voice low, not wanting to cause a scene. He merely chuckled, his green eyes back but void of mirth.

“Sweetheart, I am him,” he sneered at you. Disbelief flooded your body and you desperately wanted to argue, but logically you knew that there was no way the Mark would allow Dean to be possessed; besides, as far as you knew, he still bore his anti-possession tattoo. Tears pooled your eyes at the devastating situation, and you cursed yourself for being so emotional— so vulnerable— in front of him.

Dean rose from his seat and began to walk away, when your hand shot out and grabbed his forearm. He hissed as he pulled away from your touch, his eyes flashed dangerously and he clicked his tongue in disapproval. 

“Weren’t you ever taught to not touch what isn’t yours?” He spat. You glared at him in defiance, refusing to let him leave you again, whether he was a demon or not. Your mind whizzed with possibilities on how to contact Sam or at least manage to keep Dean with you until you gained more answers. 

“Can we go somewhere more private to talk?” You suggested. He stared you down before giving you a slow nod. A relieved sigh escaped your lips. It was progress. You stood from your chair and made your way to the door, but this time it was Dean’s hand that grabbed your arm. He spun you on your heels and pulled you close, your chests touching. His lips were inches from yours, and you panicked. Was he about to kiss you? Did you want him to kiss you? Why would he kiss you? 

“When we get to the car, you will give me your phone, your gun, and the knife that I know is strapped to your pretty little leg,” he practically growled. His breath was a mix between spearmint gum and whiskey. Between his close proximity and commanding tone, you couldn’t help the heat pooling in your stomach. Not trusting your voice at the moment, you nodded slowly, hoping he was oblivious to your inappropriate reaction. 

“Good girl,” he purred in your ear and your knees weakened from his praise. You would’ve fallen if Dean’s strong arms weren’t around you, holding you up. He shoved you away and you stumbled towards the door. 

As a gust of wind hit you, you turned back, finding Dean talking to Crowley in the corner. The ambiance of the bar was too loud for you to catch what they were saying, but the way Crowley’s eyes flickered towards you before nodding with a smirk left an uneasy feeling in your stomach. 

You made your way towards the Impala, slyly turning on your phone in hopes of contacting Sam. Your heart raced as you willed the phone to turn on faster, the normal minute it usually takes felt like it was dragging on for hours. You almost cried tears of relief when the familiar picture of your lock screen popped up, your smile beaming at the camera while you piggybacked a disgruntled Castiel. 

Dean black spur bar ND

You were able to text Sam and shut your phone back off before you heard the heavy footfalls of Dean’s boots against the wooden porch of the bar. You spun around, now facing Dean as he approached you. No words were spoken; he held out his hand, and you gave him your phone along with the weapons you carried. 

Your heart pounded as Dean inspected your phone, turning it on. His mouth tightened when he saw your text to Sam, the text that you didn’t have time to delete before Dean caught you. He backed you up against the car, the heat from his body radiating onto yours. 

“You think little ol’ Sammy can save you now?” He mocked and you smirked at him in defiance. 

“I can save myself just fine,” you bit back. 

“I don’t know, princess. I was the one who taught you how to fight,” he replied. You rolled your eyes, annoyed and frustrated by the situation you were stuck in. 

“I thought we were going to talk,” you said, changing the subject.

“We’re talking right now,” he pointed out. You rolled your eyes again, and his eyes darkened. Before you knew it, his hand was around your throat, squeezing just enough for you to go lightheaded. Fuck.

“It’s not nice to roll your eyes,” he whispered hotly in your ear, and you bit back a moan. This was wrong. You kicked the back of his knee. Caught by surprise, he stumbled and you took the advantage to shove him off of you. Unfortunately, there was barely enough time for you to scramble away before you were pulled to the floor, his hand wrapping around your ankle. You hit the ground, groaning from the inevitable bruises that would form on your back. 

The comforting weight of Dean rested on your body as he straddled you, pinning your hands above your head. You squirmed beneath him as you tried to fight the familiar feeling of wetness pooling between your legs. He had securely trapped you, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. He smirked.

“You can wiggle all you want, sweetheart. I’m still going to punish you,” he promised. You couldn’t help the desire that flowed through you at those words. 

“We going to fight or make out? ‘Cause I’m getting some real mixed signals here,” you sassed, and his grip tightened around your wrists. 

“As if I would want you?” He scoffed, and with all your might, you flipped over. This time, you were on top of Dean. You ground your covered core against him, finding that he was already as hard as a rock.

“I think you do,” you retorted, and Dean pulled you down, crashing your lips in a bruising kiss.

You never thought kissing Dean would be like this. It was ferocious. He bit your bottom lip, forcing you to open your mouth. He pressed impossibly closer to you, your teeth clashing as his tongue tangled with yours. His strong grip at the nape of your neck tightened, and the slight pain was like shocks of electricity all over your body. He swallowed your wanton moan with a kiss, groaning when your hands knotted themselves in his hair. 

“Bloody hell!” Came Crowley’s shriek of surprise. You froze, but Dean continued planting sloppy kisses down the side of your neck and towards your chest. 

“Go away,” Dean growled, and you looked back at Crowley. He was staring at the two of you on the floor, a displeased look on his face. You opened your mouth to say something, but you were cut off.

“Get a room,” Crowley bit back, before disappearing without a sound. You pushed Dean away, finally realizing that you were making out on the ground of a bar parking lot with a demon, nonetheless. Annoyed that you were distracted, Dean bucked his hips up to meet yours, his hardness rubbing against you. Your head swirled at the action, getting lost in his intense stare. 

“That’s an excellent suggestion,” came Dean’s low voice, shooting straight to your core. He pulled your hips down, forcing you to grind against him. You whimpered. Dean pushed you off of him unceremoniously and stood up, brushing off his pants. He stared down at you.

“Get up,” he commanded, and you scrambled to your feet, hating the way you grew wetter with every demand. He smirked at you.

“Someone likes to follow orders,” he noted, and you lowered your eyes in shame. You saw the tips of his brown boots enter your line of vision, and his hand lifted your chin with an unexpected gentleness. 

“Following orders makes you a good girl, and good girls get rewarded,” he said, lowly. You blinked at him before nodding your head. He spun on his heels and began walking out of the parking lot, leaving you frozen in shock, wondering what the hell was happening. He was about 100 feet away when he noticed you weren’t with him. Your head snapped up at his sharp whistle and he cocked his head, gesturing you towards him. You obediently made your way over.

“You going to get a collar and a leash if you keep this up,” he said, sternly. The thought of being completely at his mercy while he tugged you around made you clench your thighs together. The action did not go unnoticed by Dean, and he smirked at you in response. 

He led you across the street to a motel that you didn’t even notice was there. It was a quick flight up the stairs, and before you knew it, you were inside his room, shoved up against the door in a teeth-bashing kiss. It was bruising and intense. He bit your bottom lip as he pulled away and you whined, leaning in for more. He chuckled at your desperation.

“On the bed,” he said, and you did exactly that. His lust-filled eyes followed your every movement, and once you were spread out on the bed, he licked his lips. 

“Clothes off,” he said, and you nodded. You slowly slipped out of your top and shimmied out of your tight jeans, leaving you in your bra and underwear. His eyes roamed your body, taking in the faint scars from past hunts. They lingered on your breasts, and before you could unhook your bra, he pounced on you, knocking you back into the bed. He took his time unclasping the bra, flinging it onto the floor when it was off. He took your breasts into his large hands, and his thumbs rolled over your nipples. He experimentally pinched them and you yelped. 

“Gorgeous tits,” he praised, and you arched your back, pushing your breasts as far into his hands as possible in response. The friction of his jeans against your cotton underwear only made your brain fuzzier. He pinched your nipples again.

“I gave you a compliment, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear, nipping your earlobe. Your eyes rolled back. 

“Thank you, daddy,” you breathed out, completely blissed out from the overstimulation. His eyebrow arched. 

“Daddy?” He said with a smirk, “I knew you were a dirty girl.” His hands moved from your chest. One pinned your hands above your head and the other made its way down your body, his fingers pressing against your soaked core.

“Someone is excited,” he noted and you nodded your head. 

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he commanded. His fingers were still dancing over your underwear, his thumb circling your swollen clit. 

“I, uh…” you stuttered, “Please.” He delivered a swift slap to your folds, and you moaned at the sparks of pain shooting through your body. 

“Use your words.” You whined, begging for release, but his fingers just teased you. 

“Touch me,” you whispered, and a smirk formed on his face.

“Touch you where?” 

“Everywhere, daddy,” you pleaded. His fingers danced at your folds, teasing you one last time before thrusting two fingers inside you. You arched your back, moaning at the feeling. His thumb worked at your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of you, the squelching sound from your wetness only turning you on more. He released your hands and instead wrapped his around your throat, squeezing the sides until you were in complete bliss. 

“That’s right, baby. That’s a good girl,” he praised, and you clenched around his fingers in response. He chuckled darkly. You could feel the bottom of your stomach tighten, and just before you reached your peak, he pulled his fingers out of you and released your throat. You barely had time to gasp for breath before he was pulling you off the bed and forcing you on your knees. 

His jeans were on the floor in front of you, and the buckle of his belt dug into your knee. He was dripping with precum, and you leaned forward, capturing his thick cock in your mouth. He hissed at the sudden contact, his hand gripping your hair as he yanked your head back.

“Did I tell you to suck my cock?” He growled and you bit your lip, lowering your eyes.

“Answer me,” he commanded and you shook your head.

“No,” you replied. His grip on your hair tightened.

“No, what?” He asked, his eyes dark with lust.

“No, daddy,” you replied obediently. Without a warning, he pushed your head down, shoving his cock until it hit the back of your throat. You gagged, hot tears forming in your eyes. 

“This is what happens when you don’t follow the rules, sweetheart,” he said, pulling your hair until the tip of your tongue swiped the ridge under the head of his cock. You sucked, swirling your tongue over the slit, catching drops of leaking precum. He thrust himself in your mouth again, setting a relentless pace. You were drooling, the sound of your gags filling the room. 

“Look at you, taking daddy’s cock like a good whore,” he praised, and you moaned in response. You desperately wanted to feel his cum shoot down your throat, but he pulled away before you got the chance. You whined, frustrated that you had already been denied two orgasms. He pushed you onto the bed, and your nipples rubbed against the rough sheets. 

A spank resounded in the room, and you moaned, finding more pleasure than pain at the action. He spanked you again, harder this time, leaving your ass stinging.

“You like that?” He asked, before delivering another blow to your behind. 

“Yes daddy,” you moaned, earning another spank. Your fingers gripped the sheets around you as he slammed into you. Your broken moans filled the room and he gripped your hair, pulling your body towards him. The change in position shifted the angle of his thrusts, and his dick was hitting parts of you that had never been reached. 

“Such a good slut,” he growled, and your eyes rolled back. All thoughts were gone from your head, and you screamed as your orgasm ripped through you. His harsh pace never faltered as you rode out your high, and it was only seconds before he roared, ropes of cum covering your walls. 

You collapsed on the bed, exhausted. You looked over at him and your eyebrows furrowed when you saw him buckle his belt and pull his shirt back on.

“Where are you going?” You mumbled, still hazy from your climax. He scoffed. 

“You thought I would stay?” He smirked at you. He blinked and his eyes were pure obsidian, reminding you that it wasn’t your Dean. He chuckled as he watched the cruel reality crash back down on you, but before you could say anything, he was gone. 

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Pretty Little Liar (Shang Chi ~ Pregnancy Series)

Storyline: You just found out you were pregnant and guess who’s first to know? Your best friend Katy. As long as she can keep it a secret everything will go as planned.

Characters: Reader, Shaun (Shang Chi), Katy

Notes: Katy katy katy... *smh* She is such a spirit animal..

**Sorry for Misspelling and Grammar**

tags: @alesaab

“How on earth did you let this happen?” Katy smacked the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter.

“What are you going to do?” She sat on the toilet seat panicking as if she was the one pregnant.

You looked at Katy with a dumbfounded look.

“I’m keeping it” you replied. Katy handed your test back without further input. She placed her hand on your shoulder.

“Honestly I was hoping you were going to keep it, because Shaun would make a great dad” her deep raspy voice softened into yours. You look down at the test and wipe your thumb across the two straight lines.

“I just don’t know how he would feel about this? What if he doesn’t really want it?” Thoughts of negativity swarmed your mind.

“Obviously he must like you enough to bust his nut into you so..” You gave her a grim look.

“Thank you Katy Chen” you sarcastically implied.

Katy’s face grew worried. “Look I can’t really say what I would do, but I’m sure keeping this a secret isn’t your best option. This isn’t going to go away on it’s own. But I’m BOTH of you guys’ best friends so this isn’t a position I would want to be in.”

Sadly enough she was right and you couldn’t think about yourself anymore. There’s another life that is now involved. “Ok can you at least keep it a secret until tomorrow? I just want to process all of this” Everything in your mind started to go into overdrive, but you couldn’t afford telling Shaun anything until you knew your own plan.

“It’s not my place to tell him, but don’t wait too long” she warned. You took her words as precaution and hid your test in a decorated plant in your bathroom.

NEXT DAY

Katy and Shaun strolled over to their usual convenience store to fetch some last minute groceries before they separated for the night. “I think (Y/N) said she needed a bottle of wine” Shaun observed the display of liquor. Katy has been trying to act normal for the last 24 hours but she couldn’t help but feel weird facing her best friend knowing he was going to be someone’s father.

“Nawh I don’t think she’s a huge drinker anymore” Katy tried to convince. Shaun scoffed at Katy while looking for your favorite brand.

“What are you talking about? Me and you both know she’s a fancy drinker” he grabbed a bottle off the shelf and noticed how uneasy Katy looked.

“What’s with you dude? You’ve been acting all weird lately” Katy twisted her earring nervously trying to come up with an excuse.

“Have I? Maybe my period is coming” Shaun folded his eyebrows and scanned Katy’s face looking for clues. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that” Shaun winced his eyes closed.

“I’ll go wait for you at the checkout line” he stated before walking down to the front of the store. He began to question what the hell was going on with his friend. He ironically remembered you mentioning your period was late but that wasn't his biggest concern. He couldn’t figure out why Katy would insinuate you didn’t drink. Shaun stopped mid stride and ran back down each aisle looking for Katy. He finally found her browsing around and launched onto her shoulders.

“Is (Y/N) pregnant?!” He demanded. “Be a little louder if you can buddy” Katy sharply whispered. Shaun eyes knifed into Katy’s face wanting to explode. “Don’t freak out please!” Katy grabbed Shaun arm embracing for the words about to spill out of her mouth. “She’s pregnant”

Shaun rushed home before you did and searched for the pregnancy test you hid. Just like Katy explained he found it in the bathroom’s plant. He stared at the straight two lines in amazement.

“I’m going to be a father,” he whispered to himself. It felt all surreal to him. He felt excitement picturing you pregnant and starting his own family. It was happening all so soon, but he was ready to start his journey. He placed the test inside his pocket and sat on the couch waiting for you to come home shortly. After a couple of minutes you arrive through the door tiresome from work.

“Hey, you started our show without me?” you plopped yourself next to him on the couch.

“Of course I didn't, even though I can predict the ending,” he replied. You prop your feet on his lap and he naturally massages your tiresome toes.

“Did you ever get your period?” he questioned. “Since when did you start caring?” you wondered. “I started caring when you hide important things worth caring about (Y/N)” Shaun looked at you with a calm demeanor. His comebacks always took over yours and you never would win arguments. It was like he lived through so much in such little time.

“Katy told you, didn’t she?” you sighed knowing how such a bad liar your bestie was.

“She really didn’t have to” Shaun slipped the test out of his pocket and waved it in your direction.

“Seriously?!?! She even told you where I hid it? I was going to use it as my surprise to tell you! She is fucking dead” you shook your head planning your best friend’s funeral.

“It’s ok I understand you wanted to tell her before me but it does hurt little keeping future dad out of the loop” Your pregnancy hormones instantly felt like they were raging hearing him call himself a dad. “You’re definitely going to be a dilf” you joked. “Trust me I know, I’ve been your dilf every night” he winked.

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Hi! Is it okay to ask for a Levi smutxfluff where he's benched from injuring his leg but it's getting a lot better. His fem! S/o is part of his squad and he gets the report that she was in a life threatening situation but she made it safe and he's waiting for the scouts to return. He waits for them and doesn't know what to feel fjejfjs im sorry this is hella long!!! Also no manga spoilers/references please

 - hello !! thank you so much for requesting ! that’s totally okay and don’t apologize for the length, it helped me out having details :) there aren’t any manga spoilers or references, but there are season 2 spoilers in case anyone hasn’t finished it yet. i hope you enjoy and thank you again for requesting <3

relief

- levi ackerman x reader

- warnings: season two spoilers, nsfw contains smut; hand job, oral (giving), fingering, cream pie, slight overstimulation but not much, AFAB!reader

once again, levi injured his damn leg.

after being temporarily handicapped from his leg injury when he initially fought the female titan, he made a personal vow to never let an injury like that happen to him again. it was a major setback and seriously hindered his abilities. but unfortunately, titans makes no promises.

it was during an expedition, of course, and things were taking a turn for the worst. levi was unaware that his squad would be needed on an expedition the next day, so he kept them up late the night before to polish their skills as much as possible. during the mission, it was clear they could barely keep their eyes open.

levi was extremely stressed out, worrying about his team as well as what he was going to say to erwin later when he yelled at the commander for such a late notice on the mission. for now, the captain had to make up for much of his team's slack. as much as the kids wanted to put up an argument when he flew in and stole their prey, they kept their mouths shut. there was no way they could’ve finished the job on their own and knew their protests weren't worth it, as it felt kind of wrong to argue with someone who was saving their lives.

it was brutal work since he too was bordering onto exhaustion, but levi pushed through and helped his team clean up the last hoard of titans. just when he thought he was in the clear, a titan came up on sasha and tried to grab her. if he had gone any slower to finding her, he wouldn’t have been able to save her. but thankfully, levi was able to use the last bit of his gas all at once to throw himself forward and push her out of the way.

he seriously couldn’t catch a break as this resulted in him getting himself caught in the titan's grip. his blades weren't drawn prior to being grabbed so cutting himself out was impossible. the giant had levi's entire lower half engulfed in its hand. if his second in command hadn’t been there he would have for sure been a goner.

it was y/n’s turn to play hero, as she flew in and swiftly sliced the titan's nape, freeing not only her captain but also her partner from definite doom.

levi wished he could say it was a clean save, but he couldn't deny the bone crunching he heard below him. they arrived back home in one piece with only levi's broken leg to report.

so not only had he injured his leg again, but it was worse than his sprained ankle from the forest. the captain was even more upset when the medics informed him that he had to be benched for six weeks. that meant no physical activity for six weeks. yes, that includes sex.

over the course of his healing, there were many times when he claimed to be okay so he could accompany his team on expeditions, only to be rushed back to bed by his colleagues. many people even urged y/n to nail down the door to her and levi’s shared room in order to keep him trapped in there. y/n laughed off the idea, not even considering it because she knew levi would only feel more tempted to break out. a few nails wouldn’t stop him. the only thing he could say he enjoyed about his time off was having y/n as his "personal nurse," when she wasn’t off with the rest of the team. she still had to stop things from getting too heated every now and then.

“doctor’s orders !” she’d always say as she stopped a heated make out session or after he had tried to pull her into his lap.

when it came to more domestic care, levi hated having her watch after him. he definitely appreciated it, but the last thing he wanted was to be a burden to her. he wasn’t just burdening her with his personal care, but also the burden of the entire team since she would be his replacement for the time being. many times he tried to wave off his partner and tell her he could manage on his own before he finally told her he didn’t want to have to rely on her. he was surprised when she brushed back the hair in front of his forehead to kiss his forehead, whispering that she wanted to take care of him and help him. 

finally, he had reached the sixth week and was ready to hit the sky again. the morning of the latest mission, y/n noticed levi had a bit of a pep in his step as he prepared to venture outside the walls for the first time in a few weeks. she giggled at his poor attempts to get excited since he wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, but she felt a little guilty since she didn't have the heart to tell him that he was once again sitting this one out.

hanji had pulled y/n aside the night before and broken the news to her. she explained that although his road to recovery had been going well, he needed to take one more week to ensure that he was completely healed. it hurt y/n’s heart a little bit to hear this. over the last few weeks she watched her partner practically counting down the days until his return, so she made sure to tell hanji that she wouldn't be the one breaking the news to him.

hanji also knew how restless her friend was and wasn't sure if she would comeback alive after telling him the news, so she waited until the last possible second to tell him. literally, word got around that it was time to make the final preparations before heading off when she pulled him aside and told him.

he was enraged to say the least. he grabbed the front of hanji's shirt and pulled her down to his level as he began to chew her out in front of everyone. the soldiers awkwardly shuffled past the two, definitely not wanting to get involved. it wasn't until y/n came and informed the two of them that it was time to go when he finally let go of her. hanji laughed nervously and decided to give the couple one last minute of alone time as she headed back to her squad.

there was a lot they wanted to say to each other, levi wanting to tell y/n to be careful and y/n wanting to apologize for not telling him sooner, but they both knew this wasn't the time for a conversation. y/n put on a determined face and told him that she would do her best to lead the team in his place, offering him a salute, then headed over to join the others.

levi was super bummed. he waited behind and watched as the horses left to make their way towards the outer walls before he sulked to himself and retreated back to his quarters to finish the less exciting side of his job; paperwork.

it had been a few hours since the cadets had left that morning, so the golden sunlight that was now pouring through levi's windows notified him that they should be back any minute now. he stood up from his small desk and stretched his back that had started to stiffen up from sitting in his chair for the last few hours. many nights had been spent sleeping in the same chair, but he swore it was more comfortable sleeping in it than doing paperwork it in.

he took a look around the room and saw the rays of sun illuminated the dust particles floating through the air. it annoyed him to say the least, as he had yet to find a way to clean the air. for now, he would settle for sweeping the room one last time. just as he was pulling a broom out of the closet, a hard knock came from his door.

"captain levi ?" a young soldier called from the other side. levi was slightly annoyed that he was being interrupted, but he managed to keep the ‘this better be important,’ thoughts to himself.

he placed the broom back in the closet and made his way to the door. upon opening it, he saw the distressed look on the soldier's face.

"what is it ?" levi pryed, not really sure what to expect at this point.

the soldier straightened up and cleared his throat. "the first group from today's expedition has arrived with a report. the rest of the scouts are on their way back now, but i was told to hand you the part of the report that regards the condition of your team." the boy held out the paper in his hand for his superior to take.

levi practically ripped the paper out of the soldier’s hand, causing him to flinch a little, but it was understandable. a million scenarios were playing through levi’s mind about what could have happened. he feared that once again he had lost his entire squad and had to start all over again. it was a pain he never wanted to live through again, especially since his lover was apart of his team this time.

his eyes quickly scanned the clearly hastily scribbled words, searching for words like death, killed, and eaten. the was almost at the end of the page when he realized he hadn’t heard anything terrible yet. eren ended up not needing the use his titan form, mikasa had another impressive kill streak, armin and connie were in a bit of a predicament but got out fine, and jean and sasha were safe too. the only one that had been yet to mentioned was y/n.

in an attempt to distract a group of titans from one of her fellow soldiers whose ODM gear was malfunctioning, y/n l/n used herself as bait. she was successful in saving the soldiers life, but one of the titans caught ahold of one of her gear’s cables and she was thrown to the ground. l/n was found unconscious by armin arlert and she is currently being watched until the group arrives and she can be transported to the infirmary for a full check up.

levi’s heart sank deeper and deeper into his stomach with every word he read. y/n was always putting others first regardless of how dangerous a situation was. she was selfless to a fault. he warned her many times that something like this would happen, but she never listened. her heart would never let her not help someone in need. it was one of the things he loved about her the most.

the awkward shuffling of the messenger soldier’s feet brought levi back to reality. before waving him off, levi asked if there was any more information than what was shared in the report, but he shook his head.

the soldier finally left, leaving levi frozen in the middle of his room. the report was too vague for him to know what to think or do. 

how high was she from the ground when she fell ? did she just get knocked out ? or did she hit her head hard enough to cause internal bleeding ? 

the thought that her current condition could be much different from the report also crossed his mind. y/n was stated to only be unconscious, but she could have gotten worse since. 

there’s no point in pondering the what-ifs, he reminded himself, but it was easier said than done. he moved over to his neatly tucked bed and sat down on the edge of it, resting his elbows on his knees and holding his head in his hands.

he didn’t know what he would do if he lost her. what the team would do if they lost her. before he could fall back into his dark thoughts about his partner’s condition, a large commotion came from outside alerting him that the cadets were back.

with a small stumble as he jumped up from his bed, levi sprinted out of his room to go outside. there were already a lot of people crowding around the carts and horses, so he did his best to slip past them all. the people in the way that had managed to see his face instantly moved aside, not wanting to anger the captain after seeing the intense look on his face.

after making his way to the front of the crowd, levi scanned the area in search of y/n, having no luck until he heard a familiar voice yelling ‘captain.’

his eyes met with eren’s who was waving frantically in order to flag down his captain who was now quickly making his way over to the group.

“she’s alright,” the titan shifter called out over the other voices in the crowd. levi didn’t want to get his hopes up as he wasn’t sure how accurate eren’s words were, but regardless, a wave of relief came over him.

as he pulled up next to the cart they were sitting in, levi also met armin, who nodded in agreement with what eren was saying. the blond opened his mouth to add onto what his friend had said, when he was interrupted.

“where’s levi ?”

hearing his partner’s voice almost brought levi to his knees. the weight of not knowing her condition finally fell off his shoulders. he peered over the side of the cart to see y/n laying on the ground on her back with a white bandage wrapped around her entire head. her face instantly lit up when she saw him.

the girl jumped up and threw herself onto the captain, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug. if this were any other situation he would’ve told her to get off of him, but right now he allowed himself to wrap one arm around her back and placed his free hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer to him.

levi couldnt bring himself to scold her for being too rough while she was injured. instead, he sighed and hugged her tighter.

“thank god you’re okay,” he breathed out against her hair. he felt her smile widen as she nuzzled her head deeper into the crook of his neck.

after the two finally pulled apart from each other, levi immediately took y/n to the infirmary where they confirmed she only had a minor concussion.

the moment they entered their shared room for the night, levi pulled y/n in for another hug. she graciously accepted, wrapping her tired arms around his middle.

he pulled back and brought up a hand to brush her hair away from her face so he could place a soft kiss on her forehead where her bandages previously were.

y/n placed her hands on levi’s cheeks and gently pulled his face down so she could plant a kiss on his lips. levi eagerly kissed back and began taking careful steps backwards to lead her onto the bed.

they now sat on the edge of the bed and kiss turned more passionate, with y/n opening her mouth to swipe her tongue across levi's lower lip asking for entrance into his mouth. he eagerly accepted, greeting her tongue with his own as they made out.

without breaking the kiss, y/n carefully straddled herself onto levi's lap taking extra care to not put too much pressure on his healing leg. however, her plans became a lost cause when he grabbed her hips to meet his. her eyes widened as she felt his bulge between her legs. tension built up in her core as she instinctively rolled her hips forward to grind herself against his clothed crotch.

it was levi's turn for his eyes to widen as a wave of pleasure swept across his body. he broke the kiss to meet his partner's lustful eyes as she recoiled her hips back once again to bring herself more pleasure. he sharply inhaled before kissing her deeply one last time before throwing her off his lap.

y/n flopped down on the bed next to him, laughing, but she took the hint and started undressing herself like he did. once their clothes were in a messy heap on the floor, levi took a moment to pull her head close to him so he could kiss the side of it, worried he had only made her concussion worse when he threw her off of him moments ago.

“are you okay ?” he pressed, lips still against her head.

y/n laughed and placed her hand on top of his that was on the side of her head. “i told you a million times that im okay, my love.”

“and i’ll ask you a million more times just to be sure,” he replied, pulling back.

as he moved away, y/n grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him in for another deep kiss. one of the captain's hands placed itself on the small of her back to pull her closer while the other felt around behind her looking for the bed. once he gripped the sheets, he brought the hand up to the other side of her back and took a step to turn his own back towards the bed, then fell onto it, pulling y/n down with him so she would land on top of him.

he cringed as he remembered her concussion and quickly asked if she was okay, only for her to laugh once again and reassure him she was fine. before levi could ask anymore questions or make anymore quips, she returned her lips to his. their tongues explored each other’s mouths, searching every inch of each other’s caverns.

she pulled her lips away from his to smile at him while she slowed her breathing. the sight alone was enough to make levi fall in love all over again. her messy h/c hair fell perfectly, combined with her eyes filled with pure adoration from looking at him and the goofy smile that was on her lips. no one had ever looked at him the way she had. his eyes tore apart from hers and trailed down to see the rest of her body.

"you're absolutely perfect," he whispered, just loud enough for y/n to hear as he took in every curve on her body. levi thanked the stars that the moon was bright enough tonight to let him see the soft pink hue that spread across her cheeks as he complimented her.

she leaned in close to his ear and whispered "as are you," back to him. each movement of her lips tickled against his earlobe. it sent a shiver down his spine. y/n shifted her body weight so that she was now sitting up and straddling his lap once again. her right hand met his strong chest, then dragging down to his toned abdomen followed by his lower stomach.

y/n scooted back so she could get a full view of  his hardened cock. her index finger traced a straight line from the base of his member to the tip. it took a lot of self control for levi keep himself from shuddering as her nail softly grazed the side of his cock.

levi propped himself up with his elbows. to get a good look at what she was doing. he watched as her hand went back to the base of his shaft and her fingers wrapped around it. she started slowly pumping him, resulting in his breaths becoming deeper. he closed his eyes for a mere second when a new wave of pleasure swept across him that made his eyes roll back in his head.

y/n had lowered her face and began sucking on just the head of his cock while her hand's pace quickened. her cheeks hollowed out from the pressure of sucking his tip and he fisted one of his hands into her hair. he didn't push her head down, rather, he gripped it to stimulate pleasure for her as well as to let her know he was enjoying what she was doing.

she hummed against him and started to incorporate her tongue as she swirled it around his head, which sent yet another wave of pleasure throughout his body. when y/n added her free hand to the mix, using it to fondle his balls, the stimulation almost became too much for levi to stand. he used the fist in her hair to pull her off him and up to his face.

a small dribble of spit leaked out of the corner of her mouth. before y/n had a chance to wipe it, levi was pulling her forward and swiping his tongue against her mouth to lick it off, then planted open mouth kisses down her face and up her jawline until he reached her neck where began to suck her skin and create a few hickeys. she slowly leaned her head back to give him better access to her neck.

she said a silent thank you when she realized the marks were placed just low enough to be hidden by the collar of her white shirt so no one would know a thing the next day. everyone already freaked out enough when they found out y/n and levi were a couple.

without removing his lips from her neck, levi lifted y/n from her hips then moved one of his hands to feel the folds of her pussy. she was soaking wet, so all her had to do was cover his index and middle fingers with his slick before he slowly slid them both inside of her. a low moan came from y/n’s parted lips as levi’s fingers went deeper inside of her. 

he pumped them slowly, reaching deeper each time until he was knuckles deep into her core. when he curled his fingers to hit her g-spot, she had had enough.

“inside of me...i need you inside of me levi,” y/n moaned, digging her nails into his back. levi laughed to himself at how desperate his lover had become from just his fingers. it was clear to him that he needed to avoid any injuries that could put a halt to his sex life at all costs from now on. 

he pulled his wet fingers out of her and gripped his cock, making sure to cover it with her juices that were still on his fingers so it would be easier to push inside of her, then positioned himself with her entrance. y/n moaned once again as his tip rubbed against her folds before sliding into her. she sharply inhaled as his head entered her. levi gave her a moment to signal that she was ready before thrusting deeper inside of her. after a few weeks of abstinence, y/n needed a bit longer to get adjusted.

after about a minute, levi was able to thrust his hips up and push his full length inside of her as she dug her nails deeper into his back. he knew it was payback for him marking up her neck when she broke her hazy gaze to give him a smirk. just for that, he pulled himself almost completely out of her, then thrusted balls deep back into her, hard.

y/n’s hand flew off her partner’s back and onto her mouth to stifle the loud moan that almost escaped. she shot him a fake glare and he returned the smirk she had given him earlier. levi wanted nothing more than to hear her call out his name loudly, but it wasn’t worth the harassment he’d face from his colleagues the next day.

after she had composed herself, y/n removed her hand from her mouth and placed it on her partner’s bicep. he stopped thrusting into her, knowing she wanted to take over. just like he had thought, y/n started to rock her hips so she was grinding on him much like she had done whilst they were still clothed.

the pleasure was much more enjoyable now that he was inside her. each time she rolled her hips forward, his cock hit her cervix. now it was levi’s turn to stifle a moan, as y/n road him into ecstasy. his grip on her hips increased which most definitely left yet another mark on her skin.

the fact that y/n was biting her lower lip also didn’t go unnoticed by the captain. whenever she did this it was a sure fire way of telling him she was close to her release. he wrapped one arm around her back and in a swift motion flippped both of them over so that y/n was on her back and he was hovering over her.

she let out a small squeal at his sudden shift and wanted to scold him for not being careful with his leg, but her words were lost as he snapped his hips against hers. she once again went to cover her mouth to avoid her moans escaping, but levi’s hands interlocking with her own prevented her from doing so. he gave both her hands a quick squeeze before going back to thrusting himself into her. her eyes stayed trained on his, while his watched the way she engulfed his cock. it drove him so crazy she could feel him twitch inside of her. he high was near, but there was no way he was going to let himself finish before his partner.

he focused more on his thrusts, moving his hips better so he would hit her g-spot harder with each thrust. the way he rolled his hips to meet her core finally sent her over the edge. he kissed her deeply as she moaned against his lips while he continued to ride out her climax. even after she had come down from her high, levi kept thrusting into her, chasing his own release.

the overstimulation was enough to send her over the edge again, this time being joined by his own release. he let out a low grunt as he finished inside of her painting her inner walls with his cum.

levi pumped into y/n three more times before he stopped and fell onto her chest, not even bothering to pull out. after six weeks of no sex, their orgasms were both super intense.

“maybe we should wait another six weeks before our next round if it’s gonna be that good again,” y/n teased.

levi’s head shot up so he could see her face. y/n bust out laughing when he finally realized she was kidding. levi rolled his eyes and pushed himself off her so he could slide out of her.

the mix of their juices that escaped her as he unsheathed his cock from her made his member twitch back to life, becoming hard again.

“or i guess we could go again right now,” y/n added after sitting up herself and seeing his hard on.

levi smiled and pushed her back down gently then hovered over top of her once again.

“that’s more like it.”

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[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song vii (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire. 

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader   au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, smut; includes jacuzzi (oral) sex, outdoor sex, the angst/drama comes knocking!  words; 8,336

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii  • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

A few days after Arin’s birthday party school started back, and just as you’d known you got incredibly busy, incredibly fast. With admin and getting to know your new students you found that you were too distracted to dwell on all the things that had been worrying you. Yes, it was strange not being able to see Seokjin practically whenever you wanted, and yes, you missed him – and the summer, but with work so hectic it cushioned the blow. You didn’t have time to live inside your own head or get sad about stupid, tiny things. 

Letting the school know about your relationship wasn’t mandatory now that you weren’t Arin’s teacher, but you felt better for it, meeting with Hoseok one morning to inform him. Eunbi already knew, being quite a close a friend to you, and slowly, over the next few days you let some of the other teachers you were friendly with know too. You found it quite exciting. You’d been single for such a long time so finding yourself in conversations about your boyfriend filled you with a happiness you weren’t quite used to. You liked talking about Seokjin, bigging him up, some could call it bragging… He’d even very kindly donated money for a new playground to be built in the kindergarten area. He wanted to help Primrose Hill any which way he could. It meant a lot to you and his daughter. 

It only took around three weeks to get yourself into a routine. For both of you to find a rhythm and make it work well. Your lunch break wasn’t long enough for you to zip to Seokjin’s office and join him so he always made an effort to come to you. Sometimes you’d eat in his car, sometimes yours, or sometimes you’d meet in a small café near the school. You cherished that short time together because sometimes that’s all you could have. Depending on how busy you both were you often couldn’t spend time together in the evenings. You tried to at least once in the week, but weekends were reserved for things like spending the night. 

It was Tuesday today and you somehow had a night free from lesson planning which meant you could join Seokjin and Arin for dinner. You were glad really, because Seokjin had been stressed since yesterday and you hadn’t had a chance to see him properly. He had to go away on last minute business this weekend but it coincided with Misook’s family vacation. He’d asked Nana if Arin could stay with her this weekend but she was busy too. He didn’t know what to do, other than try and postpone the trip. Key word: try. 

Misook had left for the day just as you were arriving, Arin in her room, too busy playing on the Nintendo Switch she’d gotten from Nana for her birthday, so it gave you some brief time alone with Seokjin. You were shocked to see him still in his suit, sat in contemplation alone in the family room. Oh, boy. You hated seeing him so stressed. He was never one to mope or even show his mood. You knew him well enough by now to be able to tell when he was drained, but he still didn’t let it affect him too much, always smiling, always joking around. This evening was different. He’d barely said a few sentences, mostly it involved apologising for his bad mood. He felt selfish, not being much company, yet still needing yours. He had nothing to be sorry for, you reassured, resting your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you, holding you close. You reached for his hand, and there you stayed like that for a little while, fingers laced together. 

Arin made her way in soon enough, stomach rumbling, a hopeful lilt to her voice as she walked over to you both, hands behind her back. “Can we have pizza for dinner?”

Seokjin shifted, unlacing your fingers and dropping his arm from your shoulders as you both sat up straighter. “Didn’t we have that yesterday, Arin?”

Arin didn’t miss. She was a professional. “But Y/N wasn’t here yesterday. She missed out.” 

Her comeback even managed to draw a quiet chuckle out of her dad. “We’re not having pizza, sweetie.” 

She sighed softly, crossing her arms around her chest as she looked your way. “Daddy is moody today.” 

You raised an eyebrow, your mouth unable to stop quirking up in amusement. “He is?”

“Why do you say that?” Seokjin asked. His tone was light, but you could tell by his frown lines her casual words had him worrying. 

“I heard you on the phone this morning to mommy. There’s no one to look after me when you go away this weekend and she can’t do it.” 

Seokjin faltered, not expecting such a frank answer. He composed himself quickly. “She’s just really busy, Arin. She wanted to look after you, she just couldn’t this time.” 

“I know,” she replied simply, nodding her head. 

There was a beat of silence and then Seokjin reached for her, kissing her cheek, his voice quiet with apology. “I’m sorry. Was I really moody today?” He looked unsurely your way too. 

“Uh huh. You hardly smiled, and when I tried telling you about the field trip I’m going on next week you weren’t even listening properly.” Arin’s small voice filled with such attitude was comical. 

Seokjin chuckled. “Daddy’s really sorry. I’m smiling now, though, right?” Arin nodded. “And if you’re kind enough, you can tell me about your trip again over dinner. Is that okay?” 

“Hmm.” She thought allowed. “So can we get pizza?”

Seokjin snorted. “Nice try, young lady. It’s still a no.” 

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Seokjin ordered from one of his favourite restaurants, helping you set the table as Arin went to check on her rabbits. You ate together, listening as Arin spoke all about her upcoming field trip, finally having her father’s undivided (and interested) attention. However, halfway in, she completely changed the topic, throwing you both. 

“Can’t I stay with Y/N this weekend?” 

“Hm?” Seokjin looked over at her, visibly surprised. 

You swallowed what was left in your mouth just as Arin’s eyes found yours.  “I can just stay with you while daddy has to go away.” Your lips parted, trying to think of something to say, your years of teacher training falling short. 

Seokjin beat you to it. “No, no, sweetie,” he shook his head, sounded a little flustered, taken by surprise. “Y/N will probably be busy on the weekend. That’s her only free time, she can’t look after you.” 

With a small shrug, she put her fork to her mouth. “It was just a thought.” 

Seokjin looked over at you, expression apologetic as he mouthed sorry. 

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Hey, listen…” You began, feeling oddly nervous as you looked up at your boyfriend. It was a couple of hours later, Arin was in bed, time was getting on, you had to leave soon, but cuddled up against him, both curled up on the sofa as you watched mindless television, you really didn’t want to go anywhere. Seokjin had relaxed a little by now (the wonders of food), but you could still tell his mind was exhausted as his gaze fell on yours. You took a breath, deeper than intended, psyching yourself up. “I really don’t mind looking after Arin this weekend.” 

You didn’t miss the way his eyes widened a tad, obviously taken by surprise, but then his mouth lifted at the side, his head shaking from side to side lightly as he let out a breathy chuckle. “Y/N, don’t feel like you have to just because she brought it up.” 

You found yourself relaxing. He didn’t want you to feel obligated. You’d thought so, but the teeniest tiniest most worrisome part of your brain had thought he might now have wanted, or trusted you, to look after Arin. That wasn’t the case. You could tell by the look on his face. He didn’t want to put you out, ask too much of you. 

You moved and straightened your back, eye to eye now. “No, I honestly don’t mind at all, Seokjin.” You reassured, talking faster as you noticed him open his mouth. “Seeing as Arin was the one who suggested it, I guess she’s fine with the idea. I…” Hesitating, you added something else. “I wanted to suggest it myself but… If she’s comfortable with it, I’d love to.” 

It was the truth. Ever since Seokjin had called you at lunch time, telling you Nana couldn’t manage this weekend, you’d wanted to tell him you were up for it but something had stopped you. Even as he’d tried to think of options this evening – maybe his mom could stay for the weekend, his aunt – you’d held back and bitten your tongue. What if you were pushing boundaries? Inserting yourself into situations that didn’t concern you? Arin liked you, yes,   but being entirely in your care for 48 hours was different. She might not want to, she might feel uncomfortable. However knowing that it wasn’t the case, suggesting it herself so casually over dinner had given you the confidence to push through. Seokjin needn’t be worried about asking too much of you. 

Regarding you silently, he considered your words. Lovingly, you glided your hand up his arm, reaching out for his cheek. He pressed into your touch automatically. “I want to help you out.” At that, he smiled gently, lips turning up in a way that rounded his cheeks, making him appear at least a decade younger. It was wholly unfair. 

Turning slightly, his lips grazed your palm. “I’ll ask her about it in the morning.” You grinned, visibly pleased, and Seokjin took your hand to tug you gently to his chest. This time he placed a kiss on your mouth, humming happily. “Thank you.” 

Arin was more than happy about it. Seokjin suggested you stay at his home for the weekend, seeing as that would be easier for the both of you, but she was pretty adamant she wanted to stay at your place. You understood, kid’s curiosity and all. She wanted to know what your home looked like, she wanted to meet your “pretty best friend” she liked to ask about sometimes. Honestly, you felt touched that she wanted to learn more about your life. It was just another reminder of her acceptance when it came to you, and you’d be forever touched by how easily she’d let you into her life. She was more than welcome to come stay at your place, but of course you’d run it by Soojung first. She’d agreed quite easily, even after you informed her you’d be sharing her bed all weekend, Arin of course using yours. 

On Thursday night Seokjin’s guilt was getting the better of him. He had you on the phone, making sure you were 100% okay with looking after Arin. He didn’t want you to feel as if you were trapped just because you felt compelled to help him. He could cancel his trip. You told him how stupid he was being. Cancelling would put so many people out, including himself. Besides, you not only wanted to help him out, you wanted to take care of Arin. You felt as though you were capable, and if you were being even more honest with him, you felt really happy it was happening. Knowing Arin trusted you this much was a great feeling. Knowing he trusted you enough… 

“Why wouldn’t I trust you?” He scoffed in disbelief. “You’re great with her. She loves you.” 

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you laughed. 

“How come?” He was hellbent on proving you wrong, voice softening as he continued. “You’re so easy to love.”  

You felt your heart skip a beat. He’d said it so casually, so easily, you felt dumb searching too much into his words. It was far too early to think of things like that – for confessions like that. Right? Still, he sounded genuine enough. He meant it, even if it wasn’t in that way. Not that you were expecting anything. You were perfectly happy with how things were, your feelings growing stronger each day. You weren’t in a rush, neither was he. That’s what made your relationship so great. But your heart still felt all fuzzy regardless. You found yourself smiling down the line, your thanks obvious in your tone. “I’m going to miss you.” 

“I’ll miss you more.” He ignored your noises of complaint. “I’ll video call you a lot – and Arin of course.” Then he laughed. “Although, I’ll have a feeling she won’t miss me at all this weekend.” 

The next day you finished up work early, it was a Friday anyway, so you never made a habit of sticking around too long, but this time you were packed and ready to go the same time as the kids. Arin would be waiting in her classroom, ready to go home with you for the weekend. Seokjin had dropped off her things early this morning before his flight, indulging you in a few sleepy kisses before he had to go, a promise of ‘I’ll see you Sunday night,” slipping from his slightly downturned lips, hands reluctant to let you go. 

Arin was visibly excited when she saw you, seconds away from jumping up and down on the spot, your first name rushing out of her mouth without realising. It was no big deal of course, but her reaction was cute, eyes widening as her lips parted into a circle, a noise of realisation leaving her. She looked very much like her father, which made it even funnier. You took her hand, saying your goodbyes to Mr. Moon, her second grade teacher, and left the building for your car. 

“This is a really nice car, Y/N,” she complimented as you made sure she was strapped in properly. You weren’t nervous, but you were slightly on edge, cautious, being a better word, to make sure everything was okay. You needed all bases covered. Arin was in your care for 48 hours after all. You told yourself to calm down, if Seokjin knew you were being this antsy he’d be highly amused. You wouldn’t stop hearing about it for a week. 

“I’ve always wanted to ride in it,” Arin continued. 

You smiled down at her. “Thank you.” She was one of the sweetest kids you knew. Your car was average. Not that she knew anything about makes and prices and whatever else there was. You didn’t either. As long as it drove you from point A to B you didn’t care what it looked like. 

“Will your best friend be home when we arrive?” She asked as you got inside the driver’s seat, sticking the key in the ignition. 

“Soojung? She’ll be still in work. Remember I told she works at a department store?” It was adorable how excited she was to meet Soo. Your best friend’s head would be double the size soon, ego inflated. 

“Mhmm,” Arin hummed responsively.  

“She won’t be done until around 6.” You turned back to look at her, knowing your next sentence would make her day. “I think she wanted to get pizza for dinner. Would you like that?” 

“YES!” Arin exclaimed immediately, eyes lighting up. “Soojung likes pizza too?” 

With a chuckle, you started the vehicle up and started backing out of your spot, replying as you did so. “She does.” But in truth, the pizza tonight was Seokjin’s idea. He’d given you one of his bank cards to spend on the food bill with strict instructions to only feed her the doughy delicacy once this weekend. He knew what she was like – you both did. She’d eat pizza for breakfast, lunch and dinner if she could. If you suggested it tonight, then that was it. She’d be eating your menu come Saturday and Sunday. 

“How far away is your house from the school?” 

You’d lost count of how many questions she’d already asked you since you’d arrived to collect her. It was comical. Seokjin had not warned you about that, but your years of experience had told you to expect it. What was a kid without questions? You’d be worried if she was silent. 

“Not too long.” You replied, glancing in the rear view mirror to see her happily looking out of the window. “When we get in, I’ll text daddy and see if he’s free to videocall.” 

“Okay.” 

You tried to stop the smile that wanted to break across your face at her nonchalance. “Do you miss him yet?” 

With a brief shake of her head, still staring at the whizzing scenery outside she answered pretty simply. “Not really.” 

This time you burst out laughing, unable to stop. She looked over at the noise, meeting your eyes in the mirror as you took a right turn, giggling along. “Don’t tell him though, Y/N. It might make him sad.” 

“I won’t, Arin.” You reassured with another chuckle. “It can be our little secret.” 

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She settled in well that night, immediately warming to Soojung (who despite her lifelong insistence, was great with children). You thought perhaps Arin would begin to get homesick once it was time for bed, but after watching a movie you tucked her in and said goodnight. You thought she’d have trouble sleeping because she was in a strange bed but checking in on her twenty minutes later you found her fast asleep, hugging her rabbit plushie. You on the other hand got ready to share a bed with Soojung – the bed cover hogger… 

The next day Arin had you awake at 6am. You already knew about her liveliness in the mornings, so it was no surprise. You’d been woken up countless times over the summer by a knock at Seokjin’s door, Arin’s voice calling out for him. On days you weren’t there she’d even barge in and jump on the bed. Where she got her energy from so early in the morning was a mystery. This morning however, she caught you on the way out of the bathroom. You’d been tossing and turning all night, wresting the covers from Soo. You’d thought about maybe taking a blanket and having an hours nap on the sofa, but there Arin was creeping out of your room, a smile on her face as she saw it was you. 

There was no tempting her back to bed, so you sat her down at the table and made her some breakfast, snapping a picture to send to her father. (Captioned: Guess who had me up at 6am 😴) You had a few things planned today. Seokjin always made sure Arin was busy on the weekends, it was the only time he got to spend with her fully unless she was with her mom, especially now that she was back in school. Even if it was just something as simple as going to the park, he always made plans. So, to do your part and to keep her entertained, you were going to run by her house to make sure the rabbits were fine (fed and watered), then go to the mall. It was simple, yes, but you needed to get a few things anyway, and you promised after all that walking around you’d stop by the food court. Then she had to accompany you to the grocery store to get ingredients for tonight’s dinner. 

She was pretty damn excited regardless. “I like going to the mall with mommy because daddy finds it boring,” she informed you as she picked out her clothes that you’d helped her unpack yesterday. That definitely sounded like Seokjin, you thought to yourself, laughing along with her. “Mommy told me that next weekend she’s going to take me shopping and buy me anyyy-thing I want.” 

“That sounds like great fun,” you smiled, telling yourself you’d pretend you never heard that… Seokjin was keen not to spoil Arin so you didn’t think he’d be best pleased to find this out. “What do you want to buy?”

“Hmm. Something for Olive and Ariel, I think.” 

You smiled again, admiring her caring nature. Her rabbits were the most well looked after in this entire country. She adored them. “I think they’ll really appreciate that.” 

You continued helping Arin get ready first, and thankfully by the time you were done Soojung had risen. You left them watching cartoons together while you showered, eager to leave by 10am. 

Arin you found out, didn’t just like the mall, she loved it very much. She was practically skipping around the place as she held your hand, helping you pick out the things you needed for your craft session with the students on Monday. While she was recommending paint colours to you, she surprised you with a confession. “I wish you were still my teacher, Y/N.” 

“How come?” You asked gently. 

She gave a tiny shrug. “I’d get to see you every day.” 

Oh. You didn’t know what to say to that, touched at her matter-of-fact revelation. Instead you wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a loving squeeze. 

“But actually, maybe I wouldn’t like it.” She added as an afterthought. You waited, curious as to why she’d changed her mind so suddenly. “I’d have to call you Miss Y/L/N. I’d get too confused.” 

You laughed, this child was far too funny for her own good. “Me too, Arin. It’s better this way, right?”

“Right,” she agreed with a nod. 

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“Y/N, this is pretty,” Arin cooed, calling your attention as you rounded the stand. You’d gotten everything you needed and were now browsing around some other stores. You’d let Arin pick a couple out, worrying she might be getting bored, and one of her choices had been Claire’s. She was holding up a charm bracelet. 

“Very pretty,” you agreed. 

And then she struck. “Can I have it?” She didn’t give you time to answer, eyes widening as she began to beg, voice soft and hopeful. “Please. Pretty please.” 

You chuckled. You were practically immune to cute kids, so that wouldn’t work on you. However, she had been really well-behaved all morning, in your eyes she deserved a small treat. “You can. But just this one thing, okay?” 

“Thank you, Y/N!” She squealed, rushing up to you. She gave your arm a squeeze. “I like you much better than daddy.” 

“That will hurt his feelings,” you burst out laughing. She didn’t have to butter you up, you’d already said yes. 

As you were paying the cashier, she wondered off to a stand of keychains, her eyes catching something instantly. “Oooh, pretty,” she purred and the cashier, a woman no more than a few years older than you, laughed. 

“Best escape before she wants something else,” you joked, handing over some cash. 

“My daughter is just the same. Kids, who’d have them, right? We’re glutton for punishment.” She joked. 

“Oh, no, I’m –” You stopped yourself dead, unsure what to say. Had this woman just mistaken you for Arin’s mother? It definitely sounded that way. But just how could you correct her? 

“Don’t get me wrong,” the cashier said, shaking her head. “They’re definitely worth it.” 

You forced yourself to smile, feeling a little wooden, but the chuckle you got out sounded better. “Yeah, yeah they are.” You glanced over at Arin, thankfully she was too distracted by the abundance of cute animal keychains. You turned back and took your bag from the woman, trying to shake off how awkward you felt. “Thank you. Bye.” 

Walking over to Arin you took her hand. “Hope to see you again soon,” the cashier called behind you and you gave a wave, telling Arin to do the same.

“Thank you,” she sang sweetly as she did so. 

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“So, something weird happened today,” you told Soojung as you prepared food, careful to keep your voice low even though Arin was well and truly distracted inside the living room. Taehyung was a master with children. The guy needed a career change immediately. You’d never heard Arin laugh so hard. She’d been in stitches for the last hour. You were worried she’d be way to hyperactive for bedtime once it came. 

Soojung looked up from where she was chopping onion, interested as her eyebrow raised. 

“The woman at Claire’s mistook me for Arin’s mother.” 

Soojung scoffed, lifting her shoulders in a casual shrug. “I’m not surprised. It was bound to happen. It’s normal.” She added, reassuring you as she saw the look on your face. “People just naturally assume.” 

“I guess…” 

“What did you tell her?”

Your expression turned sheepish. “I just went along with it,” you confessed, placing spaghetti in a pan of bubbling water. You caught the look she gave you. “I didn’t know what to say!” It was the truth. “I’m her father’s girlfriend seemed too… I don’t know…” Too impersonal? 

“That’s what you are though,” Soo snorted.

You gave up, knowing you were probably making a huge deal out of this. Was it that serious? Probably not. “I just felt awkward.” 

“Because you hate correcting people, or because you didn’t like someone mistaking you for Arin’s mother,” your best friend pried. 

“It’s definitely not that. It’s just…” You sighed. “How would Arin feel about it? What if she’d heard?”

Soojung shrugged. “She loves you. You’re great with her.” 

That wasn’t the point you were trying to make. “It still might have upset her though. She adores her mom.” You weren’t trying to take Nana’s place and you didn’t want her to ever think that. 

It was Soo’s turn to sigh, dropping the chopped onions into a fry pan. “Do you want my opinion?” 

“Please,” you requested meekly. 

“I think you’re looking way too much into it.” Obviously. “It’s not a big deal at all, and Arin didn’t hear anything so nothing to worry about.”

“You’re right,” you agreed, telling yourself to shake it off. 

“Of course I am,” she quipped, rooting around in a cupboard now. She turned back, a can of tomatoes in her hand. “I’m sure Seokjin will be able to ease your mind with his sexy Dilf powers or whatever he calls them.” 

“Shut up,” you groaned. You weren’t even sure if you were going to tell him. Like she kept saying, it wasn’t a big deal, right? It was an easy mistake to make. Probably happened all the time. 

From inside the living room you heard Taehyung roar loudly, mimicking a lion (possibly) and Arin shrieked out his name, laughter exploding from her. “Quick, let’s get dinner ready as soon as possible.” Soojung begged, dramatic as always. “I’m scared Tae might be getting ideas. I’m too young for kids!”

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The rest of the weekend went by smoothly. Despite the excitement levels that Saturday night brought, Arin was knocked out by 9pm. You, Soojung and Taehyung stayed up for another hour before he had to leave and then Soo made her way to bed, needing to wake up early tomorrow for work. That left you on the couch, awaiting Seokjin’s video call. He’d already called once today, but Arin was so hyped, talking a mile a minute about her day, you couldn’t get a word in edgeways. (Neither could he.) You were thankful for some alone time. You were missing him. He’d gone away on business trips a couple of times in the summer but it didn’t mean you’d get used to it. You both talked about your day, and you decided there and then not to tell him about the Claire’s “incident.” Soojung was right, it was no big deal. It was a common misunderstanding, one you’d probably made unknowingly before too. After you’d said your goodbyes you went to bed, already strategizing how you were going to steal the covers back from Soojung. As much as you’d enjoyed looking after Arin, you couldn’t wait to have your own bed back. Sharing with your bestie was torture. Taehyung was an admirable man. 

Sunday was a chillout day, although Arin still had you awake at 6am. You made her breakfast, watched some cartoons and shared turns on her Switch before you both got ready for the day. You checked in on Olive and Ariel briefly before driving back to your place. There was a park nearby and you promised you’d take her. The weather was still warm despite September trickling by. It was crazy how fast this year had gone, autumn already nearly here. For the rest of the day you both relaxed in front of the TV, waiting until Soojung was home to watch a movie, and then you made dinner. Seokjin was due back around 7pm, so you made sure all of Arin’s things were packed up ready to go. It was just gone eight when he turned up at your door. Arin had already passed out on the sofa after her hot chocolate so he couldn’t stay long. You thought with how entertaining this weekend had been it had finally all caught up with her. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to spend the night?” He asked, careful to keep his voice down as he strapped Arin inside his car. (Still sleeping.) You’d followed him out as he carried her towards the vehicle, wanting to say your goodbyes. 

He straightened up, closing the car door as he stepped closer to you. You rubbed his arm. “You must be exhausted.” 

“Don’t baby me.” Reaching forward, he wrapped his arms around you, squishing your arms to your side. “I missed you.” 

You hummed, pressing your lips to his, careful to keep your voice a whisper. “Your dick missed me.” 

He scoffed in disbelief but couldn’t argue. “That’s…not a lie. My heart missed you too though.” 

“How sweet,” you joked, but couldn’t keep your charade up for much longer. “I missed you too.” This time the press of your mouth was much firmer. He matched it, letting you slip your arms around his sides, holding him too. 

“Tomorrow, then?” He asked hopefully, tip of his tongue wetting his bottom lip slightly as he pulled away. “I know it’s a school night but I swear I only get a good night’s sleep lying next to you.” 

Laughing, you nodded your head. “Tomorrow.” You agreed wholeheartedly. Sleeping alone was no fun anymore. 

He captured your mouth again, humming happily. “Can’t wait.” 

The following weekend Arin was with her mom so you and Seokjin had the entire weekend to yourselves. Saturday was busy, you’d both probably been a little too ambitious when you’d decided to cram as many different activities as you could into the day, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. You didn’t get many days to spend together likes this; walking hand in hand as you explored the local market, having brunch together, checking out a new museum exhibit, watching a movie at the theatre… You treasured days like these. And what better way to end one with? Jacuzzi time! 

Seokjin’s jacuzzi was fast becoming one of life’s staples lately. Who were you? A changed woman, that’s who. This was your favourite space in Seokjin’s garden(s). An area of decking, solar lights draped over the sleek fencing. In the middle was the jacuzzi, set into the wood. Now that the nights were drawing in, it was especially cosy out here, summer holding on for just a little bit longer as the weather stayed quite warm. It wouldn’t be like this for long so you had to make the most of it right now. 

You were sat inside the jacuzzi, water gently bubbling around you as you gazed up at the stars that had just started to appear when you heard Seokjin emerging from the house. His footsteps sounded against the wooden steps as he made his way towards you. You didn’t bother looking but when he didn’t join you straight away, you glanced over curiously. To be met with a rather naked boyfriend. 

“What are you doing?!” You exclaimed, eyes bugging out. 

He grinned. It was hardly innocent. “Jacuzzi’s are much more enjoyable naked, didn’t you know?” 

You tsked, watching him climb into the tub and make his way over to you. His mouth was immediately on yours, arms around your waist as he tugged for you to stand up. This wasn’t just any type of kiss. Like you’d said before, you knew Seokjin very well by now, and besides, you’d already noticed his dick was half aroused as he stood above you… He had a plan. 

On cue, he broke away, corners of his plump lips tugging upwards with a suggestion. 

“Join me?” 

“Seokjin…” You warned, voice low, hands grazing the tops of his arms. He couldn’t be serious. 

“No one can see us,” he reassured you with a wider smile. 

You mean, he was correct. This time you let your hands make their way to his shoulders, massaging them lightly. “You’re crazy.” 

“Yeah, crazy for you,” he smirked, leaning in to kiss you once again. His lips were slow, coaxing. Even more so as they made their way down your jaw and to your neck. You keened into his touch, his hands grazing down your sides, fingers toying with the sides of your bikini bottoms. “C’mon…” He sunk his teeth into your skin gently and you whined. “I know you want to.” You did indeed. Very much so. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you confirmed, voice suddenly hoarse. You cleared your throat just as his fingers began to untie the strings of your bra, mouth still peppering your neck with kisses. Until that was your chest was bare, and then his lips were wrapped around one nipple, water rippling with the sudden movement. You moaned as quietly as you could, wanting to encourage him because it felt good, but also nervous as hell because you were outside. You didn’t care if there was no one around for a good mile, you were still out in the open. 

Cupping your breasts in his palms he gazed down at them, sighing dreamily. “Have I ever told you how much I love your tits?”

You raised an eyebrow. “One. Don’t be so crude.” (Not that you didn’t like it.) “And two. Yes, yes you have.” You broke off with a laugh, reaching for him to mesh your mouths together. He couldn’t help but chuckle too, but elsewhere he had a hand down your bikini to grab your ass. 

“What’s gotten – Seokjin!” You practically roared, cutting yourself off as he suddenly dived down into the water, fully submerged, hands attempting to tear your bottoms off. “What are you doing,” you giggled, clinging to his back as you tried to stay upright. He had one of your ankles in his hand, wrestling with the fabric. 

A few moments later he arose successful, flicking his head back to stop his wet hair from dripping in his eyes. He pushed it back further with his hands, forehead now devastating, skin glistening with water droplets. You heart stilled, he looked gorgeous – and naughty. Behind him your bikini bottoms floated to the surface. A smirk spread across his face as he finally replied. “Getting you naked.” And then he was on you. 

He kissed you hungrily, his erection pressed up against you, hot and eager now, just like his tongue. Your fingers threaded through his wet locks, letting him push his body weight into you until the backs of your legs hit the seat. 

“Up here for me,” he pulled away briefly, command light, tapping his hand against the deck behind you. You let him slip his hands around your hips and lift you up, legs spread to accommodate his body, feet still in the water atop of the seat. 

“You’re not too cold?” He made sure to ask, concerned despite being ravenous. You shook your head, desire for him enough despite the night air cooling the water against your skin. Satisfied he immediately dove in, leaning forward to place a kiss against your wetness. You pulsed against the touch, moving back on your elbows to get comfier just as his tongue came out and flicked against your clit. Suddenly you didn’t care that you were outside. 

From up here you had a great view of the expanse of his broad, wet back, muscles rippling as he ate you out. You moaned softly, running a hand through his hair, gaze falling to his face. His eyes were closed, water droplets caught in his dark eyebrows and as if he could feel your eyes watching him, he looked up, smirking against you before he sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, actions growing more eager as he heard you go crazy for it. 

He knew your body well, which is why he cruelly held off slipping a finger inside of you. Actually, on second thought, he knew damn well that the second he did so, your orgasm would soon follow. It wasn’t hard to tease your body, to control it how he wanted. As soon as you felt his middle digit push inside, you clenched around it, hips bucking into Seokjin’s face as a stifled cry forced its way out of your mouth. He grunted, inserting another finger, curling and uncurling them as his other hand gripped your hip, trying his best to keep you still. It was no use, you were a woman possessed, pleasure beginning to hurtle through your body at an alarming rate. You stretched out, fingers of one hand sliding along the wood beneath you, desperately trying to cling onto something as you moaned uncontrollably. Seokjin hummed along, encouraging you, coaxing the orgasm through your body. With each wave your breath shuddered harder. 

You only started coming to when you felt his fingers slip out of you, his tongue ceasing, mouth now at your inner thigh, kissing you wetly, passionately. Your hands reached for him, wanting him close, but he was already on it, straightening up to meet your mouth. “I need you,” he breathed. You could taste yourself, it was intoxicating. “Here.” 

“Here?!” You exclaimed weakly, unfocused eyes trying to concentrate on his face. 

He kissed you once more, moaning a little. “Yeah.” His hands wrapped around your hips, lifting you further up the decking before he climbed out of the water and crawled over your body, reaching for something behind you. “Look – let’s use this.” He had a beach towel in his hand, the one you’d left draped over one of the wicker chairs, and he hurriedly laid it out, pressing you into it to kiss you again. His cock was hard and wet, bobbing against your inner thighs. 

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” He asked, wet hair now having fallen in his eyes. 

You cupped his face, nodding your head as you leaned up. You were still thrumming from your high. “Yes.” Your tongue curled against his open mouth, slipping in to meet his own. The kiss was messy, distracted, as he spread your legs, hooking one up under your thigh. 

Breaking away from your mouth, he straightened his back and aligned himself at your entrance, needing no hands he was so erect. You clung to his shoulders, waiting for the first thrust. His skin was still dotted with water droplets. “I’m too impatient, baby,” he told you simply, and then he pushed inside. 

Slowly, savouring the feeling of your walls stretching around him, both of you gasping as he bottomed out. With a slow thrust he groaned. “You feel like heaven.” As he leaned in to kiss you, he noticed you trying to hold back a giggle. “What?” 

You burst. “That was so cheesy.” 

Chuckling, he kissed you again, tips of his ears turning red. “Don’t laugh at me.” You snorted, unable to help it, reaching for him in silent apology, despite laughter still escaping you. “Seriously, stoppp,” he whined, dropping his head. 

You grinned. “Or what?” 

That got his attention. Looking up, his top lip twitched. His hand cupped your face, thumb brushing over your lips. “I’ll have to teach you a lesson,” he murmured, voice an octave lower. You opened up, sucking the digit into your mouth, looking up at him knowingly. He knew what you were thinking. That didn’t sound so bad. 

“My mistake.” He smiled, gaze intense as he pulled away, his thumb leaving you with a silent pop. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” 

You were seconds away from agreeing but became distracted, watching him lift both legs up by the back of your thighs now, hiking them above his shoulders. He dick slipped so deep you choked, feeling so full you didn’t know what to do. 

“S-seokjin,” you panicked, your hands clutching his arms. 

He cocked his head to the side, voice soft. “Trust me?”  

You nodded, something already so addicting about feeling him inside you like this. You felt beyond sensitive, beginning to tremble as he slowly thrust in and out of you, bringing the tip of his cock almost all the way out before sinking back into your warmth. You moaned out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes with a pleasure so overwhelming. He sped up, going harder now that he was certain you were enjoying yourself, wet squelches sounding along with your moans and his grunts. You loved watching him fuck you like this, towering down over you, the wet spikes of hair falling down around his face, fucking you with his entire body weight, your ass sliding back and forth against the towel. 

However, you also loved kissing him. Holding him as he thrust inside, keeping him to you. 

“Seokjin,” you breathed, voice tight, hands reaching for him. He got the message, easing your legs to the ground carefully as he took one of your hands and brought it up to his mouth, kissing it tenderly, your name slipping from his lips, breathless and husky. 

He moved closer, capturing your lips eagerly and you hooked your legs around his waist, clinging to the back of his neck in the process as your hips jutted up to meet each roll of his own. You were both panting by now, grunts of exertion slipping from your mouths as you continued to make out. His movements were messier, wet bodies pressed up close, enough to provide enough friction for a second orgasm. 

“Ah… I’m close,” he panted, mouth grazing down your throat as he attempted to keep the same momentum. 

“M-me too.” 

That spurred him on, hips snapping into yours with a cry, newfound determination, lips pressing into yours once more. You came together, out of breath and quite sweaty, but mouths unrelenting. You’d never get enough of kissing him. It was addictive – especially like this. 

Spent, he slid out of your dampness naturally, having grown flaccid, kissing you slowly now, indulgently, until he was moving south, capturing your left breast in his mouth, tongue encircling your nipple. You shuddered as he pulled back, one of his hands cupping the right breast to give that a parting kiss too. It wouldn’t be long before you started growing cold, but you were so content here you didn’t care. 

Seokjin lifted his head up, gazing straight into your eyes. His were warm and soft, drunk on your beauty (or so he would say). “I want to give you the world,” he breathed, sealing his confession with a press of his mouth. 

Your heart swelled, heat prickling your skin and you clung to him. But despite that, you felt the need to joke around. Call it a defence mechanism, who knew. “Men are so weak,” you chuckled, running your fingers through his hair to pull it back, revealing his face again. The tips had already started to dry. “Let them cum inside you and they’re like putty in your hands.” 

He laughed too, genuinely amused, but his eyes were still soft and he leaned into your touch, content with the way you held his face now. “I mean it though,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want. Anything. I’ll make it happen.” 

You raised an eyebrow. He was being ridiculous, acting drunk. Still, you were pretty simple. You didn’t have many wishes, many dreams. “I want to travel on a plane.” 

It was his turn to lift an eyebrow, intrigued. “Like a private jet or?”

“No,” you giggled, “just a plane in general.” You kissed his nose. “You know I’ve never been out of the country before.” 

“You want me to take you on vacation?” He hummed, turning suggestive pretty quickly. “A sexcation?”

“Seokjinn,” you whined, dropping your hands from his face. 

He nudged his nose against yours playfully. “Well, of course there’ll be sex involved, but,” he grew serious, genuinely interested, “where do you want to go?” 

“Hm, anywhere?”

“Anywhere,” he confirmed, adding, “unless it’s another planet, or the moon.” 

You smiled, amused, yet deeply preoccupied now. Where did you want to go? What was your dream destination? You’d had one place in mind since you were a child. Running a hand down his bare chest you suddenly felt coy. “I want to visit Paris.” 

He grinned. “France, Mademoiselle?” 

You matched it. “Oui.” 

“Done.” He kissed you, sealing the deal. “Let’s go there tonight.” 

You burst out laughing at his idiocy. “I have school. You have work – a daughter!”

He laughed too, but he was distracted, gazing at you tenderly once more. He opened his mouth, about to say something but hesitated. Instead he smiled, nodding his head resolutely. “Okay, soon. Very soon.” He laughed when you squealed in excitement, bringing one of your hands to his lips. “I’m going to take you to the most romantic city on earth, baby.” 

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It was Sunday the next day, which meant only one thing. Lazy morning sex. It was his favourite, his time to indulge in all things beautiful and pleasurable he told you. (i.e. You). You’d grown used to his lame lines, he couldn’t help it, and deep down you secretly loved them. A man so shameless with his desire, his devotion. You really had hit the jackpot. 

Sundays were also your excuse to just be lazy in general. You usually skipped breakfast in choice of an early lunch, but today you wanted to picnic outside. You knew in a week or so the weather would begin to change more drastically so this was your last chance. You made a reluctant Seokjin get out of bed and shower with you, ignoring his advances as you did so. He was like a dog in heat. Not that you usually complained, but today you really wanted to hit the grocery store before rush hour. Sundays were always busy. 

A few hours later you had everything ready, outside in the spot that saw the most sun. It bleated down on you as you kneeled, arranging all the dishes across the blanket you’d placed down across the lawn. 

“Oh, shoot. I forgot the salad.” Seokjin realised by the side of you. “I’ll be one sec, honey.” He kissed your cheek as he stood, smacking your ass playfully in the process. “Don’t start without me.”

“What will you do about it?” You called out to him, unable to help it. 

“If you’re feeling brave, I guess you’ll find out.” He called back with a laugh, retreating into the house. 

A good girl, you waited patiently, but then time started to tick on. One minute, then five… At ten you stood up with a sigh. Where was he? You had visions of the salad bowl on the floor smashed to smithereens. You made your way through the doors that led inside the back of the house. You past his study, calling his name. “Seokjin? Did you get lost?”

You were met with silence, which wasn’t surprising, his home was big after all. Down the corridor, closer to the kitchen you began to hear voices. Seokjin’s familiar rumble, although you couldn’t make it out, and then a louder, unfamiliar voice – female. You followed the sound, realising it was coming from the living room nearest the front door. A sick feeling was slowly creeping its way up your throat, but you didn’t understand why. As you got closer your heart began to race, blood rushing through your ears. There was this sudden feeling of dread. It was so strong you could practically taste it, and you were so frazzled you couldn’t concentrate on the words you were hearing as you rounded the corner of the open door, although you did acknowledge them. 

Immediately as you came into view you heard them loud and clear though. Directed at you. 

“Oh, and this is her, right?” 

They were coming from a woman, her dark eyes piercing into yours. She was beautiful, was your first thought. Tall and slim, with long black hair, so silky she could have come straight from a shampoo commercial. It reminded you of someone. Her hair just as dark and shiny. Arin. 

At the thought of the child’s name, you looked down, spotting her beside the stranger, clinging to her hand, eyes wide and shiny with worried tears. Everything clicked into place then. Confusion clearing, yet the sick feeling got stronger. This wasn’t a stranger. It was Arin’s mother. Seokjin’s ex-wife. Nana. And she looked angry. 

You glanced around, spotting Seokjin who was looking your way with apologetic eyes. His face looked torn. He murmured your name, stepping towards you, a protective hand reaching for your own. He held it tight, giving you a comforting squeeze. His palm was clammy. 

“Yes, here she is!” Nana laughed harshly, needing no reply. It made you wince. Beside you Seokjin groaned quietly, rubbing his free hand across his face before he took a deep breath. As if he was gearing himself up. 

You looked at Nana, chest a little tight, something heavy in your stomach. When your eyes locked the corners of her mouth curled upwards. 

“The stepmom!” She sneered. 

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

#seokjin smut #seokjin fanfic #bts smut #bts fanfic #fic:mls #floralseokjin:writings

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You'll probably see this ask on other Elriel accounts because I want to see as many opinions as possible, but I'd like your opinion on the following claim; So Maas confirmed that in the next book we'll see pegasi, the house of wind and Azriel singing which they think shows that the next book will be Gwynriel. Thoughts?

I guess I’ll split this into multiple parts. More under the break.

Azriel’s singing

Well, Azriel is a shadow singer. I believe he’s the next male lead so either way, we’ll see him using his powers. I don’t think that’s indicative of any ship.

I also don’t think he’ll be singing like karaoke. We barely know about his shadows but from what we do, it seems like he can talk to them, send them away, and they swarm him when he’s angry. 

If you’re interested, @dracolovebot’s meta on his shadows can be found here.

House of Wind

SJM never confirmed that we’d see the House of Wind in the next book. She just said she’d have fun with the HoW going forward. I can find the link to the interview if you’d like it.

Since it was given to Nesta and Cassian as a gift and it basically has become this enchanted house, I’m certain we’ll see it again.

Also, apart from Gwyn residing in the library, this doesn’t indicate much for any ship. Azriel has been living there to avoid his feelings for Elain. So... we could see the HoW easily for an Elriel book. It could be there for Azriel’s moral support (or give him chocolate cake haha), the way it was for Nesta. It’s pretty easy to feature any location of the Night Court when that’s the characters’ home.

Pegasus

I strongly believe the Pegasus will make a comeback. SJM stated we’d see at least one pegasi per book (she promised her friend that on the live since her friend loved them so much). 

Although, I’m not sure how this relates to Gwyn and Azriel’s relationship other than the fact that she’s a Valkyrie...? If the relation to the Pegasi is through Gwyn being a Valkyrie, then wouldn’t Emerie and Azriel also be a viable ship? Or what about Nesta and Azriel? Regardless, if the Valkyries ride the Pegasus, Nesta should the lead the Valkyries since she is the main Valkyrie.

Anyways, there are two different theories I have with the Pegasi that don’t relate to any ship but still circle back to the plot:

The Dusk Court Theory

According to legend, the pegasuses had come from the island the Prison sat upon—had once fed in fair meadows that had long given way to moss and mist. Perhaps that was part of the decline: their homeland had vanished, and whatever had sustained them there was no longer.

[ACOSF, Chp. 41]

Here’s a link to one of the dusk court theories that I think summarizes it pretty nicely. @offtorivendell also wrote a more in depth meta here.

Basically ACOSF tells us that the prison is where the pegasi had come from. I believe that the prison used to be a court - the Dusk Court or the missing eighth court. The Prythian Courts include Night, Day, and Dawn... But no Dusk. Hence, the Dusk Court. 

When the court was somehow trapped in the stone because of the harp, the magic connecting the court to the pegasi led to the pegasi’s decline. Nesta had a vision of it and there’s a lot of passages in the last few books that connect Elain to the prison. The theory centers on the idea that she may revive the dusk court. Pretty cool if you ask me.

This also fits squarely with the Sleeping Beauty theory by @elriell. Recall that in the sleeping beauty tale, the good fairy puts every living person and animal in the palace asleep, to awaken when the princess does. Using the Dusk Court as a nod to this plot point in Sleeping Beauty would be freaking awesome. 

I think this is probably where we’ll see the Pegasi in the second book.

As for the third and final book of this trilogy... 

The Valkyries and the Wild Hunt

I think the Valkyries will ride the Pegasus into battle. This would tie the first book’s Valkyrie plot into the last pretty nicely. I’ve been forever working on a meta involving Koschei and the Wild Hunt and I believe that the final battle will be fought in the sky. Koschei, as a death god, may intend to revive the wild hunt and rule over the world, as the Daglan had once done before. 

Hence, Valkyries riding the Pegasus to fight against Koschei in the final battle (similar to the final battle in ACOWAR against Hyburn).

So my point...

I’m not sure how any of these points brought up would indicate Gwyn x Azriel as an endgame couple. These are not really plot points but:

A character’s power,

A location, and

A mythical creature.

There are also a few important plot points that need to be resolved in the next book:

Koschei and the fourth trove. Koschei isn’t sticking to his lake for much longer and the inner circle need to find this fourth trove object ASAP. Only a made individual can find it. So: Feyre, Nesta, Elain, and Amren. Feyre just gave birth to Nyx so it’s unlikely she’ll be leaving the night court and would prefer to stay close to her newborn (plus, SJM probably wants to give us the POV of finding it since it is a major plot point). And Nesta’s arc is over... so unless Amren is the next main character, that leaves Elain to find the final trove object.

The tension between the courts.  Namely the Autumn Court and Night Court. We learned Beron may be scheming with Koschei and holds a vendetta against the Night Court and inter-court peace in general. This needs to be dealt with or at least addressed in the next book to further the plot and to unite Prythian against Koschei. What better way to resolve this than the infamous blood duel and the perfect conflict between the Night and Autumn Courts - the rejection of a mating bond. Also, I think the conflict will start because of Elain and Lucien’s bond but ultimately, Helion and Beron will fight the blood duel. 

Elain and Lucien’s bond. In the actual book, Elain’s trauma and discomfort is mentioned extensively. It’s then reiterated in Feyre and Rhys’ bonus chapter. “Let’s focus on helping one sister before we start on the other” is a dead giveaway that Elain’s journey is next.

Also, thank you @rhyssescups for helping find the interview clips by SJM and confirm what SJM actually said 🖤

#asks #elriel #pro elriel

[spideyhexx]

the cookout; b.b. + s. l.

pairing; bucky barnes + sylvie laufeydottir + female!reader

a/n: umm thank @vineridden for talking to me about this and our shared love of Sylvie and Bucky. I couldn't help myself. Pls reblog/comment/give feedback!

masterlist

summary: Sylvie picks up on you and Bucky thirsting over each other and decides to do something about it...and perhaps involve herself.

NSFW 18+ Minors DNI please!!!

WARNINGS: mom's best friend!sylvie. college aged reader and bucky. dirty talk. threesome. grinding. spitting. soft dom!sylvie. some sub!bucky. some dom!reader. oral (female receiving). fingering. unprotected sex. facial. handjob. spanking. kind of edging. some voyeurism. use of the word "whore"

word count: 4.3k (oops)

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Sizzling grills, water splashing, and the loud chatter erupts from your backyard.

Well, more specifically, your parent’s backyard. It’s not uncommon for them to throw huge cookouts, but this one was big. It’s an anniversary, welcome home, birthday, all the major events tied into one.

You didn’t mind these parties, but part of you wished you could just skip it and stay locked away in your room all day.

It was all good and fun, but the amount of people your parent’s would invite could become quite overwhelming.

One of the only good parts was Bucky. You hadn’t seen him in a couple months, due to the two of you attending different colleges, but that never stopped your frequent texts.

He lived in the house next door, your whole lives spent just a few paces away.

Getting through these parties together almost felt like a tradition. But this time, there was something different in the air.

You did not expect to be hit with a wave of awe as you watched Bucky greet your parents. He was always handsome and perhaps not physically seeing him for a bit made him look better, but shit was he gorgeous. His tight t-shirt was hiding nothing, making the muscles he worked hard on strain more prominently.

And you internally rolled your eyes at his swim trunks that had a cat pattern on them. Seems as though he still loved silly designs.

Your breath catches when he spots you, a grin spreading across his face as he jogs over.

“Flower! God, I’ve missed you,” Bucky says, pulling you right in for a hug. You want to tell him you missed hearing that nickname, but decide against it.

“Missed you too, Buck! Are you ready for a long night?” Bucky smirks at your statement.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you clarify and Bucky still has the smirk on his face. His hands have not left your waist and you wonder if he could tell how much of an effect it has on you.

“I know, just teasin’. Did you hear Sylvie is coming?”

There’s the other good part about these cookouts. Sylvie, a friend of your mom’s.

It was only recently you started to develop a crush on her. With her witty comebacks and smooth accent, it was hard not to.

You might’ve drunkenly admitted your crush on her to Bucky during a late night phone call and he has not forgotten. I

t was easy for you to confess this crush, but somehow not the one you had begun to develop on Bucky himself. You felt a little ashamed that you have been developing feelings for your mother’s best friend, but nothing would ever happen, right?

Bucky tilts his head and pinches your waist.

“You’re already gettin’ lost in your thoughts thinkin’ about her!”

“Oh stop, you think she’s hot too,” you tease, your voice a tinge too loud and Bucky shushes you, putting a finger on your lips.

He did think she was hot.

Bucky revealed his crush on Sylvie as well when you first talked to him about it.

Since then, the two of you joked about it pretty often, but now was your first time seeing her since you’ve acknowledged the little (maybe big) crush.

“Hey Bucky!” One of your cousin’s calls out to him and he looks back at them, before turning to you.

“I’ll see you in the pool?” He questions and you nod, watching as he runs off to talk to more people.

He trips in his flip flops and you burst out laughing, not being able to contain it. Bucky whips his head to look at you and flips you off.

You take one last look at how good his back looks in his shirt before migrating to the lounge chairs, hoping there’s a free one.

That is when you spot Sylvie, laid back in one of the chairs, a drink in her hand.

You take a deep breath before approaching the seat next to her. She smiles widely when she notices you.

“Gonna give me a hug, flower?”

Sylvie beamed, placing her drink down to pull you in for a hug.

Flower.

You could not decide if it sounded better coming from Sylvie or Bucky. Relishing in Sylvie’s hug, you have to stop yourself from pouting when she pulls away just a bit too soon.

“How’re your studies going? I know you were practically jumping to get away from here?” She asks, settling back into her chair.

“School’s good, it feels nice to be around so many new people but, I’ve missed being home if I’m being honest,” you say and she nods in understanding.

“I know I’ve missed seeing you around, flower.”

A heat rushes across your face and you’re happy it’s hot enough outside to keep a facade up. You turn your head away from her, fearing you would end up lost in her eyes.

What you did not expect was for your eyes to lock onto the sight of Bucky taking his shirt off. It’s as though he meant to take it off in slow motion as he carefully lifts it over his head and throws it onto a chair. He puts one foot in the pool and retracts it.

You can vaguely hear him yelling about it being cold.

Bucky sits at the edge of the pool, letting his legs get used to the temperature.

He runs a hand through his hair, making it messier than it already is. Sylvie clears her throat and you turn to her.

“He is an attractive man, isn’t he?”

Her question catches you off guard for a moment, but nonetheless, you answer.

“Yeah, he is.”

A slight weight falls off your chest at admitting it, but how could you not?

Sylvie smirks, “Don’t look now, but he’s checking you out.”

You go to look anyway and sure enough, he’s gazing at you. Bucky turns his attention to a bowl of chips once he notices you caught him.

“You two are so adorable,” Sylvie says.

“Are we?”

She scoffs and leans in closer to you, almost whispering.

“Very much. You’re taking turns checking each other out.”

You laugh and look back at Bucky, who’s decided to lay back in a chair, his legs spread just enough for you to squeeze your thighs together.

“You should go over to him and sit on his lap,” Sylvie mused, chuckling at your shocked expression.

“What?! No, no I can’t do that Sylvie!”

“Why not? He was looking at your bum and now he’s rubbing his thigh, glancing at you like he’s waiting for you to take a seat.” You ponder her words for a moment.

Yes, sitting on Bucky’s lap sounded like a great idea, but you were a tad nervous.

“And I could tell you want him, honey. Do you know what eye fucking in? That’s what you’re doing.”

The fact that Sylvie could see so clearly through your lust filled eyes also managed to send sparks around your body.

“If he rejects you, you can sit in my lap. Now go, flower!”

Well, you couldn’t say no to that. Standing up, you adjust your swimsuit, then walk over to Bucky.

You run through what you should say once you’re by him, but you can’t decide on what would be best.

Too many thoughts are running through your head. Sylvie offering her lap. Her words about sitting in Bucky’s lap and the way his hands look even better against his thighs as you get closer.

“y/n,” he addresses.

“Can I..um, can I sit with you?”

Bucky raises his brow for a moment, but nods and pats a spot on the chair next to him.

“No, I mean, on you. On your lap,” you say and Bucky’s heart skips a beat.

“Sure you can, flower” he says cooly and he immediately wraps his arms around your waist as you settle against his chest, on his lap.

His hands feel warm against your skin, yet send a shiver up your spine. You allow yourself to lay your head on his shoulder, shifting around in his arms to get more comfortable.

“Careful,” Bucky mumbles, clearing his throat. It doesn’t take long to realize you shouldn’t squirm too much.

But you want to. You catch Sylvie’s eye and she smiles at you, raising her drink and then sipping from it.

“Did you have a good talk with her?” Bucky asks.

“Mmhm. She told me to sit here,” you confess, wanting to know his reaction.

He’s quiet for a moment before replying “Mischievous, huh?”

“Like always, but didn’t expect her to...help with this...I suppose.”

“I’m happy she did,” Bucky says, pressing a short kiss on your cheek.

You sit with Bucky for a bit, zoning out and trying to memorize the feeling of his hands splayed across your stomach.

How when he speaks, you can feel his breath hit the side of your face and his voice drops to a lower volume when he only wants to speak to you.

Being so caught up in your thoughts once more, you can’t help but squirm a bit, his arms tightening around you.

“You’re gonna cause a problem,” Bucky tells you, a slight smile playing on his lips. You push back against him and he contains a groan.

“Seems as though I already caused a problem.”

He chuckles and sighs deeply as you wiggle against him, reveling in how hard he’s gotten from your movements.

“We should go inside,” he mutters and you turn slightly to look at him.

“And do what?”

You feign innocence, but the smirk on your face tells Bucky you know exactly what you’re doing to him.

“Do I have to say it?”

You nod at him excitedly and he gently pushes your head to the side so he could lean his lips against your ear.

“I want to go inside so you could properly touch my cock, since you’ve had so much fun the past twenty minutes grinding against it.”

His words send a shudder through your body and you take one last glance at him before standing up. Bucky follows suit, placing a hand on your hip and keeping you close to his body to perhaps hide his rather big hard problem.

You lead him through the house to your bedroom. You don’t notice how fast you’re walking until Bucky pulls at your wrist and gently pushes you against the wall in the hallway.

“Slow down, flower,” he starts, bringing your hands up to his shoulders. He dips his head down to nudge your nose against his.

“Are you sure?”

You nod and Bucky, with a tinge of hesitance, presses his lips on yours. At first, the kiss is simple.

Bucky’s fingers rub against your sides gingerly and he’s taking his time to feel your mouth on his for the first time. You pull away first, your lips lingering on his own.

You catch your breath, not even realizing how fast your heart was beating. So many feelings are rushing through you, but the main urge coursing around is the one to smash his lips back onto you.

One of your hands drifts up to the back of his head to encourage his mouth back onto yours in a searing kiss.

His actions are a little more desperate as he nips at your top lip and presses his body closer to you. The strain in his swimsuit is undeniable and you whimper as you feel him pushing himself against your thigh. Bucky grunts and you trail your lips to his jaw.

Someone clears their throat and you and Bucky jump apart. Sylvie stands a couple feet away leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest and a playful smirk decorating her face.

“Don’t stop on my account,” she teases, gesturing for the two of you to continue. You look at Bucky and he’s already got his eyes back on you.

“I’m fine with it...if you are too,” he mutters, his lips brushing yours as he speaks.

“It’s okay,” you reply, kissing him once more.

Heat pools in your belly knowing that Sylvie is watching you make out with Bucky.

“Tug at his hair, flower,” she murmurs and without hesitation you pull at Bucky’s hair, a soft noise escaping his mouth at the sensation.

“Little harder this time.”

You follow her instructions again, tugging hard, causing Bucky to buck his hips against you.

“See? He liked that,” Sylvie comments.

“Why don’t we go to y/n’s room? For more privacy.”

The fact that there’s a party right outside has completely glossed over your mind.

The strong desire to have this moment with not just Bucky, but Sylvie as well was enough to lead Bucky into your room, Sylvie following behind. She closes the door and locks it. She takes a seat in your desk chair.

“Continue...with what you were doing.” Her voice, firm yet soft must’ve been turning both you and Bucky on.

His cock looked like it was suffering from his shorts, while you could feel how soaked you’ve gotten since you first sat on Bucky’s lap.

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed and patted his thigh.

You straddle him, gasping at the feeling of his hard cock right by where you needed him. Bucky kissed your neck, sucking softly around to find what spots made you weak.

“I bet she likes it right under her ear, Barnes.”

He quickly moved his lips to the spot and sure enough, it made you whimper. You shift in his lap, slightly grinding against him.

His hands fall to your ass, rubbing the skin and pushing you forward to continue grinding.

“Now, flower, look at his lips. What do they look like?”

Sylvie asked and Bucky pulled his head from your neck. You hold his jaw in your hand and gaze across his lips.

“Wet. Redder than usual.”

Sylvie hums as a response.

“Do you think those lips would feel good on your clit?”

You gasp at her words and Bucky smirks.

“I know they would,” Bucky remarks and Sylvie tsks at him.

“I’m not talking to you, Barnes. Be quiet.”

That wipes the smirk off of his face, but does not stop you from smiling.

“They would feel good.”

You answer, and Sylvie hums again.

“You wanna make them more wet? Spit on his lips. Don’t open your mouth, Barnes. You don’t deserve her spit in your mouth right now.”

Bucky groans and you swallow hard, suddenly a little nervous.

Sylvie seems to sense this and you feel her presence behind you. Her hands slide up your arms to your shoulders and she leans her lips close to your ear.

“It’s okay, flower. You’re already doing so good. I know you want to see Buck become a mess, so do it when you’re ready.”

Her praise really does things for you. You grip Bucky’s jaw tighter, his eyes blown out as he looks up at you.

You gather saliva in your mouth and spit directly onto his lips. He has a hard time keeping them closed, but he does it.

“Smear it against his lips now,” Sylvie says, still standing behind you. Using your thumb, you rub your spit onto his lips. Bucky takes a deep breath, probably trying to control himself.

“Do it again.”

You go through the motions once more, but as you smear the wetness across Bucky’s lips, he can’t help himself anymore. He takes your thumb into his mouth and sucks on it lightly.

You pull your thumb away from him and he whimpers.

“He didn’t listen. What are you going to do about it flower? Slap him? That would be sexy.”

“He would like it though, so not a punishment,” you say and Sylvie smiles.

“Hm you’re learning, honey.”

Sylvie places a kiss on your shoulder, the first time her lips have touched your skin so far.

“He does want to cum. He’s pressing so hard against me.”

Sylvie nods, “then we’ll edge him. He needs to put those pretty lips on you first anyways, right Barnes?”

“Yeah, right,” he stumbles out after clearing his throat.

“Switch spots and take the swimsuit off, flower” Sylvie commands.

You hop off of Bucky’s lap, slowly slipping off the bathing suit. You felt the stares of Bucky and Sylvie bore into your body, but Sylvie’s soft smile made you feel more comfortable.

You sit at the edge of the bed. Sylvie leans close so she could whisper only to you.

“Tell him to kneel,” she says. Your brow raises at her and she nods. Looking back at Bucky, you spread your legs, noticing how a blush is coating his cheeks.

“Kneel,” you say, not as confident as you would have hoped, but it still affects Bucky.

You could almost see how it made his cock twitch. Bucky drops to his knees, moving in between your legs.

“No touching,” Sylvie tells him and continues “only use your mouth. Make her cum.”

You rest one hand on Bucky’s head, close to tugging at it again when he immediately places his lips on your cunt. His tongue rolls through your folds as if he’s testing what feels good.

“Pull on his hair, flower. Use his mouth to get off.”

Bucky moans against you as you tug at his hair, pushing his face closer to your pussy. His tongue flicks at your entrance, his nose bumping against your clit. You slowly start to move your hips, using his face, just how Sylvie told you.

“That’s it, flower. Fuck he’s really into your cunt,” Sylvie says, sitting next to you on the bed. She was right, even though you were moving against Bucky’s mouth, he was devouring you.

Wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking harshly, moaning whenever you gasped out his name.

“She’s close, Barnes.” Sylvie did not need to say it, but hearing it made you moan louder.

“That’s a bit too loud, honey,” she mumbles before turning your head and crashing her lips onto yours in a messy kiss.

The kiss combined with Bucky’s mouth sent you over the edge, your body exploding in pleasure. Sylvie pulls away and runs her thumb over your lip.

“Such a good girl. That felt good?”

You nod, not trusting your voice. Sylvie smiles, leaning in to kiss your cheek, then the other. She trails wet kisses back to your lips and licks into your mouth.

“Am I going to get something now?”

You pull away from the kiss to look at Bucky, still on his knees, his cock still frustratingly hard.

“Don’t give us an attitude, Barnes. You’ll get your turn when we feel like it. Go sit on the chair,” Sylvie motions to the desk chair and Bucky begrudgingly takes a seat.

Even though he looks a little annoyed, he’s truly loving this. Loving that you were finally getting to do things with Sylvie...loving that he was making you feel good...and now...loving to watch.

“Can he touch himself?”

You ask, as if reading his mind.

“Your choice, flower.”

“Beg for it, Bucky.” Sylvie is surprised at your tone, but she smirks, looking expectantly at him.

“Let me touch myself, please. ‘M achin.”

His voice breaks a little and you can’t tell if he did it on purpose or not, but it does send a jolt of pleasure throughout your body.

“Go ahead.”

“But don’t cum,” Sylvie warns and she rids herself of her shorts and underwear. Bucky follows suit, taking his trunks off and grasping his cock in his hand.

“Do you want to touch me, honey?”

You nod and she points to the ground. Settling between her legs, your lips ghost over her clit. You look up at her.

“Spit on my cunt,” she says.

Bucky groans behind you and you have an urge to look at him.

You let your spit dribble onto her pussy, maintaining eye contact with her. It’s just now that you remember how insane this was, how bad it may be, but it’s felt so good.

Using your fingers, you spread the wetness on her cunt, smiling to yourself at the little noises she’s trying to keep hushed.

You prod one finger at her entrance, then slowly ease it in, locking your lips onto her clit. You suck lightly at first, trying to build up her release.

“You see how good she is at this, Barnes? Bet you want her lips on your cock, hm?”

You can’t see exactly how he responds, but you do catch a hurried curse under his breath and a wet slick of him stroking his cock.

You add another finger, Sylvie’s thighs squeeze against your head.

You curl them in sync with the sucking on her clit until she’s moaning your name and riding out her high. She bends down to kiss you, groaning at the taste of herself.

“Please let me fuck her,” Bucky whines and you both turn to look at him. He’s completely naked and flushed, his cock resting against his abdomen.

“Seems like he learned his manners,” Sylvie whispers to you, making you giggle.

“How do you want her, Barnes?”

Bucky contemplates, then stands up. He helps you up from the ground.

“Want her from behind,” he says, a low rasp in his voice.

“Do you want that, flower?”

You smile and jump on the bed, positioning yourself on your hands and knees.

You wiggle your ass a bit at him and Sylvie playfully smacks it, causing you to laugh.

“Still can’t cum until we say so,” Sylvie reminds him and then turns to you, “but you could cum whenever you want, honey.”

With that, Sylvie sits back at the desk chair to watch.

Bucky holds his cock by the base and rubs the tip up and down your cunt.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls, coating his dick in your wetness. You whine as he keeps teasing the tip at his entrance.

A few more strokes and Bucky pushes into you.

You both moan and Sylvie shushes the two of you.

“Please do remember there is a party going on,” she says and Bucky takes a moment to control himself.

The way you clench around him as he pushes himself into the hilt was enough to send him over the edge. But he held that back, focused on making you cum as quickly as possible.

He grips your hips as he steadily pulls out, then glides back in, creating a smooth rhythm. The sound of skin slapping and your short gasps fills the room.

“Spank her a little, Barnes. Not too hard though.”

Bucky does so, softly hitting your cheek and almost doubling over at how much you squeeze him when he does it again.

“Fuck, flower,” he grunts, picking up his pace.

You grip at the sheets beneath you and lower one hand to toy with your clit, still sensitive from when Bucky made you cum earlier.

“Talk dirty to her, I think she likes it,” Sylvie comments as Bucky leans down and swats your hand away to replace it with his own.

He rubs even faster circles on your clit.

“Can you feel how deep I am inside you? Bet you’ve been dreaming about this cock for a while yeah? Just like how you’ve dreamt of Sylvie.”

You whine at that, embarrassment threatening to flood in, but that’s quickly taken away when you hear Sylvie say “That’s cute, honey. I hope you dream of me more after this.”

Bucky pounds into you mercilessly, his fingers never letting up until you cry out his name a bit too loud.

He doesn’t seem to care and fucks you through your second orgasm, watching as you try to catch your breath.

“Help her to her knees, Buck.”

Bucky pulls out of you and you let out a small hiss at the emptiness. You’re tired, but you move quickly anyway, resting on your knees on the ground. Bucky’s cock was dripping with you and the little bit of precum that managed to escape.

Sylvie stands beside him, sliding her hand down his chest, then gripping his cock. Bucky throws his head back in a groan.

“Look at her, Barnes. She’s a little whore, isn’t she?”

Bucky moans, both at Sylvie’s words and the look you’re giving him.

“I think she wants your cum…” Sylvie trails off and looks at you.

It’s crazy how you feel like you know what she wants you to do...without her even saying it. You put your hands on Bucky’s thighs, feeling him tremble slightly.

Soon your mouth is open and you stick your tongue out, pleasantly waiting for him.

Sylvie jerks him off faster. What pushes him over the edge is your hand drifting up from his thigh to cup his balls.

His cum spills out of him, most of it landing on your tongue, but some onto your cheek as well.

“That’s a lot of cum for her, Barnes. Think she likes it?”

Bucky’s eyes struggle to stay open as he’s riding out his high, but he manages to watch as you swallow what was in your mouth. You wipe the rest of his cum off with your fingers and put them in your mouth, sucking them clean.

“Shit,” Bucky groans and you giggle.

You stand up and reach for your blanket, all of a sudden feeling a little cold completely naked. Bucky joins you on the bed.

“You didn’t really get to fuck anyone,” Bucky directs at Sylvie and she shrugs.

“We can’t spend too much time here. Besides, you both did well, I need to give you a reward next time.”

“Next time?”

You ask and she nods, smiling, leaning in close to you, her lips mere centimeters away.

“Of course, if that’s something you, or both of you want,” she mutters.

Sylvie is about to walk out of the door when Bucky says “I know flower here will definitely want more, you don’t even know how many times she’s told me about wanting to kiss you.”

“Bucky!”

You slap his arm and he cackles, laying back against your bed. Sylvie laughs too and sends you a wink before retreating.

Bucky’s gazing at you when you turn to him.

“What the fuck happened,” he jokes and you shake your head, snuggling onto his chest.

“Dreams came true?”

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