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f10werfae · 2 years

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Bedazzled and Bewildered

pairing: Husband!Chris Evans x Shy!Reader

Summary: Y/n is supposed to be celebrating one of her major stepping stones but that seems to be far from her friends' intentions. Thankfully Chris always knows what to do

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

“o-oh yeah that’s totally okay, I get it” I said quietly watching my friends get into a limo after our night out. Sure I wasn’t the type to come out of my comfort zone, but that doesn’t mean I don’t mind being left out of social events. Tonight we were celebrating my engagement to Chris, something Stephanie herself had planned actually. Only to find out there wasn’t enough room in the limo for all 8 of us..

“Oh Y/n you don’t mind right, it’s just all of us haven’t hung out together in a while” Grace smiled linking onto the other girls while they faced me on the pavement, the limo waiting in the background.

“But I thought-“ I said feeling my cheeks start to heat up, the alcohol clearly taking its effect strongly

“Well we know it’s not your thing so we thought it’d be chill if you just went on home? I mean that’s okay right? The hotel room only has beds enough for us, plus you’re a home body anyway”

So now i’m stood at the front of a random club in a part of town i’ve never been to before, and Chris is out with his buddies tonight. Starting to feel a bit scared I (as a reflex) felt myself start to shake a little bit and wobble, however finding the courage to hail down a yellow cab and heading straight home.

I got through the front door, yeah my social battery was basically dead, but I would’ve loved to spend some time with my friends tonight. Dodger instantly ran towards me, his wet snout sniffing all over as he licked my hands and face, at least someone was in a good mood tonight

Giving him his usual fill of cuddles I walked up to our bedroom, changing into my favourite pair of fluffy baby blue pyjamas. With my makeup now off and my hair combed back into a bun, I padded on downstairs and settled onto the couch.

With Disney plus now playing the original Peter Pan movie, I felt warm tears slide down my cheeks, not even wanting to check my phone when it said there were videos sent into our group chat. Cuddling into Dodger, I slowly felt myself calm down; the movie giving me a sense of homely comfort. Trying to ignore the throbbing dizzying pain in my head, I shoved my face more into the soft couch pillow.

Even back in high school I never meant to be the butt of their jokes, i’d rather stay quiet than make them uncomfortable, so I guess that’s where I need to improve

(Chris' P.O.V)

“Alright guys I think imma head home, I wanna be there when my girl gets home tomorrow, hopefully not too drunk” I said waving off to the guys as I left the house where we were getting together to watch the game. My heart swelling with pride with the fact I had someone to get home to, that didn’t have fur of course.

God I can’t wait for Y/n to get home, heck I was proud of her for going out tonight. Recently she had been struggling a lot with social anxiety with the paps constantly on our case cause of the engagement. Still smelling her sweet vanilla scent on me I drove up the driveway, expecting the house to be empty.

“Did I leave a light on or somethin?” I whispered to myself getting out of my car and opening the door warily. A soft smile finding its way onto my face when I wandered in to see Dodger and Y/n snuggling on the sofa with a Disney movie on in the back.

“What are you doin back so soon baby?” I asked coming to stand in front of her, her big doe eyes peering up at me with a frown on her red flushed face. That’s when I knew something was wrong.

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“I-I don’t know what I did wrong” My throat closing up as I felt sobs threaten to break out from me. Chris pursing his lips and bending down to pick me up, his hands wrapping around me as I hung onto him like a koala.

“Let’s get you more comfy sweet girl and then we can talk yeah?”

Nodding my head, he carried me into our bedroom, peeling back our soft cotton covers and setting me in. Getting changed himself into his own sweatpants,

“Ya still can’t be getting shy like this bunny” He smirked watching me cover my face under the blanket once he got nude, before pulling up his sweatpants.

“Cant help it, you’re too handsome” I muttered feeling him slip into bed beside me, he gently pulled down the sheets covering my face.

“Ya wanna talk about what happened today bun?” He said pulling me to lay my head on his chest as he sat against the headboard, his hands playing and ruffling my hair as I talked away.

“Well you know how the girls and I went out to a bar tonight right?”

“Mhm” He hummed pulling back the hair strands that usually frame my face

“W-well we were supposed to stay the night at a hotel”

“Yeah ya told me that bun” He said pressing a kiss on my forehead, my fingers playing with the strings of his sweatpants.

“So once we got out of the bar, they told me that the limo didn’t have enough room and neither did the hotel room. S-so they jus told me to go home” I sniffed, feeling Chris tense up behind me, his hands stopping in my hair.

“Hold on, so how did you get home? You’ve never been to that side of town before”

“I took a cab” I muttered out already knowing what his reaction was going to be like.

“Baby you know that’s not safe. We don’t know who the paps are, you shoulda called me. Especially when you’re drunk” He sighed out tapping me to sit up and look at him. His lips tightly held together with a sad look on his face

“I know but I didn’t wanna disturb you and I just wanted to get home quickly” I leaned onto him, his arms rubbing my arms softly

“I know bun, but next time you call me alright? N' fuck those friends of yours, excuse the language but what assholes. I don’t want you to hang out with people who put you in these dangerous positions”

“I know, i’ve been thinkin about that a lot recently, i’m sorry for all this Chrissy”

“Hey no need to apologise none of this is your fault, they don’t deserve your precious self. I know Scar and Liz have been asking to go out shopping with you, would you be up for that?”

“Oh yes please” I said feeling myself start to feel better now, tracing my hands over Chris' tattoos before feeling him reach over into the bedside drawer and pull something out.

“Knock yourself out baby” Setting down the body markers, he smiled down at me and kissed my softly knowing exactly what I needed to fully relax. Turning on the T.V for some background noise, he started tracing shapes into my back, watching as I coloured in his tattoos on his chest.

“I love you Chris, I can’t wait to marry you” I whispered

“I love you more Y/n, in my head i’ve already married you baby”

“Ya wanna come out and visit Ma with me tomorrow” His nose nuzzling against my cheek while I worked on the tattoos further up,

“Mhm, I still have to give her the blanket she wanted me to knit”

“I’m still jealous you’ve never knitted me anything”

“Well I mean- It’s”

“YOU HAVE KNITTED ME SOMETHING HAVENT YOU” He shouted catching me red handed, his lips pulled into the smile I fell in love with all those years ago in college.

“B-but it’s not that good” I said pouting sitting up, his fingers tugging on my chin to bring me in for a kiss,

“Come on bub, let me see it” He frowned, placing various pecks all over my face, a smile forcing its way on me. Standing up I walked to my side of the closet, pulling out a soft blue phone pouch

“I heard you complainin about your new phone being too heavy to hold in your hands, So I thought-“

“Baby doll, why didn’t you give me this sooner” I felt Chris take the small pouch out of my hand and set his phone into it, slinging it over his shoulder, a goofy smile on his face.

“Cause it looks stupid” I frowned watching him look at himself posing in the mirror,

“No it doesn’t. Jeez whatd I do to deserve a fine woman like you, always takin care of me” He cooed taking it off and settling us back into bed, a soft smile on my face as I felt him caress the fluff on my pyjamas.

The upset feeling in my stomach started to boil up, my face contorting out of queasiness.

“Oh no” I whispered bolting out of the bed and throwing myself onto the cold bathroom tiles, hunching over and emptying my stomach into the bowl

“Baby” I heard Chris say walking over and hunching down beside me, holding my hair behind my head as he ripped off a bit of tissue and dabbed at the side of my face.

“I’m so sorry Chris, i’m a mess”

“It’s okay baby doll, come up here and let me see ya” Chris had lifted me up and cupped my face, placing a kiss on my forehead before helping me brush my teeth. His arms supporting my now weak and tired body, enveloping me in warmth as we approached the bed once again.

(Chris' P.O.V)

“It’s alright bun, i’ll be here when you wake up” I said softly looking down at the bundle of love laying her head on my chest. Her scented shampoo filling my nostrils, her breaths evening out as her chest rose and fell. My hand combing through her hair, I don’t think I could be any more in love than I am with her.

She’s too good for this world.

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honey-tongued-devil · 2 years

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↞[arcane preference] Love language↠

▶[Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika] and their love language

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Okay unbelievable, after saying for fifty times that I would return I have actually returned :D meanwhile, I don't know how tumblr works but I have exceeded 100 readers and I am very happy, especially because English is not my first language so I was really afraid to be attacked for mistakes made in the texts (besides the fact that I thought no one would read because my grammatical structures are complicated, my native language is a romance language) instead it seems to me that everything is going quite well, therefore to greater reason I am happy to propose you a couple of new things (besides to finally answer to the requests)

↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠TW: fluff?, Sfw, scars mention ↠Character/s: gn reader, Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika

↠If you have any requests, ask the devil.↞

【Jayce】

Jayce has a habit of hugging.

Are you cooking? He will hug you from behind and leaning his head in the recess of your neck. Are you studying? His hands go straight to your hips to pull you closer to him.

nothing sexual, just the warmth of your body touching

He loves physical contact, which is why he looks for it whenever possible.

Another way to feel close to you is to caress your hair.

He wraps it around the fingers, braids it if it is long enough, combs it between the fingers, and moves the rebel tufts behind the ears.

in the mornings, when you have nothing to do, he likes to comb them and if possible style them.

【Viktor】

Viktor listens to whatever you say.

It doesn’t matter if you tell him about the day, the shopping bag that broke while you were walking down the street, your special interest, or even if you repeat something you already told him. He will listen.

This simple action also constitutes some moments of your intimacy: being able to talk about everything, voicing whatever you think, knowing that you are constantly being listened to.

Other times, however, there is a need for silence, and even in those moments nobody knows how to listen like him.

Sometimes the silence is louder than a scream.

Just stay together in the room, without a sound, without talking, without feeling embarrassment. Words can sometimes be equivocal.

And you two know how to enjoy the calm.

【Ekko】

Ekko’s always taking care of you.

it’s influenced by the environment in which he lives, where it is normal to get hurt and neglect the slightest wounds

returning from missions or work, he usually brings pieces of clean cotton and water in the room, so you can combine the moment of pampering to actually take care of you if you need it.

he kisses the scars as a ritual when you’re intimate, walking your body with his lips in a path that seems to want to help it heal completely.

he knows and loves every sign on your body, from the stupidest to the most painful ones and loves them all equally. It’s just stories you carry on your skin

like the time you overboarded and fell with your face on the iron gate and got that little scar on your forehead.

each sign tells a story that he would hear a thousand times.

【Marcus】

Marcus usually brings you flowers.

Is it a cheesy gesture? Yes. But it has become an indispensable habit.

on the kitchen table there is always a modest bunch of fresh flowers that make the environment more tender and give the room a fresh scent.

When you go out in the evening for events or a simple walk, he picks a flower from the bouquet and sticks it behind your ear: he knows which ones you love the most and he will make sure that they are always present.

And when it rains and he can’t pick the flowers he will make you find a tray of your favorite sweets

he is conscious that because of his work (and not only the legal one) he cannot be too present in the house but these small gestures serve to show you that not only he actually does care about you but that he listens to you and takes into account what you like

and if one night is on patrol, the flowers will remind you that he would never abandon you

【Silco】

Silco has a very special and specific and peculiar love language.

hands.

He casually strokes your hand with his thumb and leaves his hand at your disposal to distract you when you talk, if you need it.

he kisses the back of your hand to greet you

and in moments of maximum vulnerability rubs against it his carved cheek.

is always a delicate, light, compound contact, but that in itself retains all the tenderness that the underground can offer.

In public he appears detached, but if he perceives that you need him he brings an arm just behind the torso so that you can hold your little finger to his and feel his intimidating presence.

And those hands are ready to protect you at the cost of killing without the aid of weapons.

【Vander】

Vander loves to cook for you.

No matter what time he comes back home or how tired he is, he’ll always find time to put a hot meal on the table for you.

the smell of garlic has become almost pleasant: he often uses it in a delicate way, you don't even perceive it in dishes, but somehow his fingers are soaked with that strong aroma that you now recognize as "home smell"

when you want to spend time together and don’t know what to do, he proposes to cook together

it always ends up with dirty clothes and laughs.

and then, why not, you move two clumsy dance steps in the kitchen, humming under the voice a song out of tune

【Singed】

Singed is used to bring you small gifts from nature.

his work sees the use of chemical agents, but often it’s himself to extract them from plants or some weird ass poison glands, seeing the scientist in a… close contact with nature.

if you can say so.

when he comes across crystals or gems he does a quick job of soldering and makes you find small pendants as gifts.

But his absolute love language is sharing knowledge.

He will explain to you what properties those stones have, the nature of the stabilized flower that now lies in a glass flask, which alkali contains, if it is poisonous how does it acts.

He’s dedicated his whole life to science, and there’s nothing in the world he loves more than to share that little world of his with you

【Jinx】

Jinx isn’t great with words.

sometimes she is afraid of not being able to express a concept well, which is why she begins to speak quickly and the words come out of her mouth like a confused river in flood.

which is why your life has become particularly... colorful.

sticky notes. sticky notes everywhere.

You’ll find some sticky notes on the mirror with hearts and compliments on them, on your bedroom door, on the sofa, on the refrigerator.

"Everywhere" means no place is safe.

They are literally stuck on every single thing in the house, some contain messages, some simple drawings, but they don't fail make you huff a laugh.

You keep a pair of them in your wallet.

【Vi】

Vi doesn’t really know how to cook.

she would like her love language to be cooking (like her father), for her to actually dedicate herself to you

but it’s more of a continuous check of how you feel and what you need.

Have you eaten? and slept enough? Are you drinking?

It’s not totally her fault, it’s a bit of the ol’ “syndrome of the older sister”, and a bit of “the need to never waste energy when you are in the lanes: ask allows you to do in a targeted way what is needed”.

And then the protection.

Do you feel in danger? She accompanies you. Someone threatens you even jokingly? They’ll regret it immediately.

【Caitlyn】

Caitlyn hates the rules.

Her love language? To live.

She grew up in a disciplined environment, she’s used to being educated in a rigid way, but when it comes to showing love... Here she is sneaking out a window in the middle of the night, maybe clumsily, falling down.

It is not even a rebellion, it is more a “need to not live adapting life to the rules but adapt the rules to life”.

Whatever comes to mind you will do. The bath at night? clearly a bad idea, but why not. Dancing in front of the academy, with everyone’s eyes on? must try. Exotic foods? fuck yeah.

and to testify everything, her trusty instant camera.

You know she has a metal box in her room where she keeps your photos, receipts, candy wrappers and everything that serves as evidence of the little follies committed together.

【Sevika】

Sevika comes from an environment that makes her very emotionally constipated.

she is a strong and established woman, but the moment you are alone she needs that exact and specific contact: you have to sit on her thighs.

No matter if you eat, talk or watch a movie, she will pick you up while remaining serious.

It’s a vulnerability hard to explain, but being able to distract herself despite someone being so close to her vital organs is their ultimate way of expressing unconditional love and trust.

although undeniably sevika scolds.

She doesn’t like you to catch, emulate or share her bad habits and try to keep you away from her work.

She just wants to protect you.

【Mel】

We could take five minutes and talk about Mel not being used to expressions of affection, but we won’t.

Her Love language? Gifts.

she makes you find them galore, especially after quarrels or more difficult periods.

always makes sure that you can have everything you could possibly want, making you aware that she listens to you when you are in the room,

gifting you things that you just mentioned you liked or were intrigued by.

Her other love language is to explain what is going on in her mind, even to speak openly about her political ideas.

She knows you won’t judge her, and talking about it openly helps her find the flaws in the plan, as well as showing you how much she loves you.

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mythicamagic · 10 months

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Purple tremors: a Xiaolumi fanfic (Genshin Impact) ~ Chapter one ~

Summary: Xiao's expression shuttered, before his fingers curled to clasp her hand equally tight. He stepped in close as if to hide her inside his shadow.

"Give your body over to me. The wind will take you. Nothing will hurt you while we travel."

Aka: Xiao finds an injured Lumine on a beach in Liyue after her encounter with the Raiden Shogun.

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AN: I've been playing Genshin for two months so I haven't completed every main quest yet- hopefully I don't make too many lore mistakes (go easy on me!) I just really love this ship's potential.

Rated M for some mild suggestive themes. Read on Ao3 - here.

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There is a beach she likes to walk across in Liyue. Intimate and hushed like a lover’s rendezvous point, it lies South-East of Wangshu Inn; perfect for a quick glide from the inn's Waypoint if one felt like letting the wind comb through their hair.

Tonight she took off her heels and wandered barefoot over the white sands of Yaoguang Shoal. It slumbered quiet and undisturbed at night. Whatever Hilichurls or enemies that usually prowled the shores were absent or sleeping at the foot of the cliffs, posing no threat.

Closing weary eyes, Lumine tilted her chin up to the cool, gentle fingers of a sea breeze. It ruffled her hair playfully, briefly inspiring a half smile when it reminded her of Venti. Mondstadt and all its residents felt so very far away right then. Even as she walked in Liyue, her mind was back in Inuzuma.

Lumine watched with a kind of detached awareness as surf climbed up to tease her toes, eventually swallowing her ankles in cool rolling waters with each new push and pull of the tide.

Her fingers shook, and she curled them into loose, trembling fists, tightening a thin shawl around her shoulders that Thoma had given her. The sea looked so tranquil at night, kissed with tender moonlight. She envied its calm and serenity.

Paimon had been left behind at Komore Teahouse, taking a much-needed rest. Lumine absorbed the heavy silence left in her wake. Sometimes the floating spitfire's constant presence could feel a little exhausting, but most of the time Lumine was eternally grateful for her chatter. Because without Paimon everything stopped. The ceaseless unending quiet and nothingness threatened to pull her in with the force of a yawning void.

Aether…

Another twinge, this time like needles in her shoulder- bit deep. Lumine hissed out a tight breath, touching her tender arm. The skin felt raw and fragile, as if it could split open at the slightest scrape. She could handle pain if it meant being one step closer to finding her brother, but lately…it had all felt exceedingly hopeless. A goal constantly out of reach. She was becoming fatigued by straining for it.

Her lips thinned and bent down at the sides. Soon they trembled. Her hand began shaking again, fingers jolting from tiny spasms. Lumine wasn't sure she could command them to lie still this time. The ringing in her ears was only just beginning to subside.

"It's unusual to find you alone."

Sucking in a sharp breath, Lumine turned. She hadn't sensed anyone in the area, but that wouldn't do much good when trying to locate-

"Xiao," she murmured, taken aback.

He stood a little ways away on the beach, arms folded. Something hard was in his eyes, the luminous yellow flicking over her face quickly, as if concerned.

Lumine faced the ocean once more, hoping to hide her expression. "What are you doing here? It's late."

"Adepti don't require the same amount of sleep mortals do," his curt, even tone reached her ears. As she listened, she picked up on the soft crunch of footfalls upon the sand. "If you're going to chide someone about staying out late, I can think of a better candidate. You look as though you need rest far more than I do."

"Hm, is that your way of telling me I look awful?" she quipped.

"No, never."

When Lumine glanced at him next, she found him closer than expected. His gaze was direct and serious, until he seemed to realise how the fervor in his words might be taken.

"That is to say- you seem tired. More than tired, honestly," he uttered, stepping closer. "Are you alright?"

They were side by side now, a respectable distance between their arms. Lumines skin cried out for contact despite the pain it would probably bring.

There are a thousand things Lumine wants to say. She's surprised he's here and wants to ask about it. Xiao never approached her first. She always called him, and he'd respond. A request and an acceptance. Always- without fail, he’d appear, no matter how busy he may be. It was in those moments she felt his kindness most keenly.

"More than tired sounds pretty accurate for what I'm feeling right now." She forced a smile, pretending to watch the ocean's horizon with her full attention. The silence felt so loud as she waited for him to speak, wanting it. Wanting the soft, solemn cadence of his voice.

"…I might not be the best at conversation," he muttered, a faint rumble in his tone that belied his awkwardness. "But if you want to talk I will listen."

She didn't miss a beat. "I'm fine."

Xiao just stared at her, that intense air about him softening with each passing moment. His brows pulled together briefly, before he sighed. "Lying to an adeptus. I'm sure there must be some kind of karmic punishment for that."

Lumine’s lips pressed into a thin line. Her eyes stung. Everything ached. "Karmic punishment? I think the Archons can dish out punishment personally rather than waiting for karma to do their bidding."

She could feel his ageless attention settling on her again. "Is this about the Raiden Shogun?"

Lumine couldn't hide her flinch. She turned to face him fully, unable to hide her reaction. How did he know? She’d mentioned she’d be heading for Inuzuma but that was the last time they’d spoken.

Xiao watched her pensively for a moment longer before gesturing to her shoulders. Something firm and hard entered his usually calm tone.

"You're trembling. Show me your wounds, Lumine. Now."

"I'm f-"

"Enough," he growled, their faces inches away now. Xiao's lashes were dark yet tinged with teal, just like his hair. Lumine started as he grabbed her by the shawl. "I never took you for a fool that would ignore their own condition if they were injured."

"Xiao, hey-!"

She'd wanted to stop him, had grabbed his arm too late. Her shoulders sang with relief against the cool night air in contrast to Xiao's sharp inhale. The shawl pooled at her ankles.

His own hands trembled the longer he gazed at the damage painting her back with multiple branching marks. Lightning burns wrapped around her bare shoulders, the unique pattern of skin lesions feathered into tree-like splinters that shot down her spine, hinting at the true level of damage her flesh had endured. The red, angry marks disappeared under her backless dress.

The shore began to blur, becoming a murky mix of blended colours as Lumines eyes stung. Hot droplets ran down her cheeks- only to be halted by rough material.

Xiao shifted his fingers, wiping the tears away with rough, awkward scrubs. Lumine blinked, her heart constricting at the gesture.

He looked grim, yet understanding. There was nothing damning inside those eyes despite the punishment he administered to foes. There was only acceptance. For these reasons, Lumine was eternally thankful no one else had found her in such a state. She stifled a sob, bowing her head and trying not to lose it.

"Come with me," Xiao muttered. His hand was offered more gently this time. "I don't know what happened and won't insist you tell me. Still, the fact remains: you need those wounds taken care of," gloved fingers softly nudged hers. "You can admire the views of Liyue some other time. Come."

At his third gentle prompt to take his hand, Lumine internally mused that Xiao had never acted so insistent before. Really though, he needn't have worried about dressing up the offer.

Lumine would always accept his hand.

She took it, cradling it tightly between both of her own like a lifeline.

His expression shuttered, before his fingers curled to clasp her hand equally tight. He stepped in close as if to hide her inside his shadow.

"Give your body over to me. The wind will take you. Nothing will hurt you while we travel."

Xiao was obviously not considering the fact that Lumine had put herself through pain just getting to the beach from Inuzuma’s waypoint, and so fully accepted the idea of experience more just to get to a safe place. She bit her lip briefly, finally inclining her head and admitting defeat. “Alright,” she murmured quietly.

Gusts of gentle winds swept blonde hair back from her face. The air currents gradually picked up into strong gales beneath her feet, lifting her body. Lumine felt herself be cushioned, spirited along via the currents and bursts of air- carrying her right across the waters like a skipping stone until they strengthened, lifting her to new heights above jagged stones. Xiao was a constant presence at her side, occasionally brandishing his spear to guide the winds, but mostly following with quick bursts of speed mid-air. Adeptus energy wrapped around her like a tender embrace.

True to his word, Xiao ensured she didn’t feel an ounce of discomfort. It wasn't long before she glimpsed the tall outline of Wangshu Inn looming closer.

Instead of dropping her off as expected in her guest room that Verr Goldet had picked out for her and Paimon once upon a time, Xiao lifted a hand and unglamoured a previously hidden floor at the inn. Lumine watched with wide eyes as he stepped down onto the highest floor’s balcony, weakening the winds buffering her body to stay afloat until she eventually lowered completely- falling right into his waiting arms. Lumine stiffened, but not for the reasons he likely thought.

“We’re almost there, hang on,” Xiao muttered, guilt passing briefly over his face as he carried her further into the unknown floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and marvelled at the foreign feeling. She wasn’t used to being carried by anyone. The sense of closeness that body heat provided made her hunger for something inexplicable. She didn’t know what she was feeling: only that she suddenly didn’t want to let go. Feathery strands of dark hair tickled her arms as they tightened, looped around his neck. Lumine looked around to busy herself, spotting a bed and several shelves of books as they moved into a private room. Shattered spears lined up against a wall, discarded.

“I’ve never seen your room before,” she observed a few scattered things lying around, as if he’d been in the middle of sharpening his weapon. “It’s messier than expected for the vigilant yaksha.”

Xiao scoffed. “Why am I not surprised that snooping is your main priority in this situation?”

Despite his words, she glimpsed his lips twitch at the corners.

Lumine let herself be placed onto the soft surface of his bed. Xiao pulled away slightly, and reluctantly, she let her arms naturally fall away- hissing soon after at the white-hot sting of agony the shifting muscles evoked.

Xiao’s brows pulled together. His gloved hand caught her chin, tilting it up so that their gazes met. “This next part isn’t free from risks, but if you do exactly as I say, I can help,” he said, something in his solemn expression faltering- exposing a glimpse of true worry. “Do you trust me?”

She gave a faint nod. There was no hesitation. “With my life.”

“Good. Undress.”

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TBC

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vanillaxoshi · 2 months

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I actually got it in my dream yesterday XD (lol I do dream strange things don’t I?)

So I thought of a little continuation on your AU when Cahaya was almost dying in Petir’s hands but he survived! Not actually well they took him to the hospital and doctors managed to make his condition stable but they also said something… lemme just show you this au

Petir was walking down in the corridor of Tempur A Medic Hall. His face was cold as ever sending shivers down to all those nurses, aliens and hospital wards who saw him. He would careless about it as his mind was still processing on the event that happened yesterday, where his youngest brother’s BP fluctuated and he almost lost his life if Daun would have not visited him on time.

flashback:

THE PATIENT’S BODY IS COLD!

GET THE STABALIZER!

Doctor he almost went flatline!

“Your brother is stable for now” said the Doctor with a heavy voice, “The impact on his body was quite big, his back bone, nerve cord, and lower hemisphere of brain is injured, let’s not mention about his fractured neck and hands, he will be with oxygen tank until and unless his lungs get habitual with normal breathing rate” explained the doctor in much more simpler language than possible, “Also-“ and he stops there.

“Also?” asked Air as he noticed none of his brothers in a condition to ask anything while handling a stressful Api

“We don’t know for how long he’ll be in coma”

Those words were like a sword which pierced the remaining pieces of heart for the siblings

flashback ends

Petir sighs as he remembered the incident that happened two weeks back. He had arrived in front of the certain room he was walking to. He slowly opens the door and sounds of machine beeping welcomes him. As he walks inside he notices his younger brother with brown cap looking at his youngest brother expressionless. He keeps his hand on his brother’s shoulder who turns and looks back at him.

He (Tanah) gives Petir a painful smile, turns back at Cahaya once more, gets up and leaves from there

Petir looks at the door which his brother had closed as he walked away. He takes a seat next to Cahaya and looks at him carefully remembering the events that happened from past two weeks.

Tanah avoids everyone, he rarely prefer speaking to anyone else rather than his brothers but he had become over protective towards them. He constantly blames himself for Cahaya’s condition as he was the one who allowed him to take part in this mission.

Api is always angry and stressful. His nightmares aren’t helping him either which has returned after years. If Air or Angin don’t calm him down time to time, Tempur A will become just like their destroyed Tapops station.

Air calms down Api and shows that he is unaffected but him eating very less than his usual appetite and sleeping more than he usually does is concerning.

Daun usually locks himself up in Cahaya’s room or lab. He talks to himself most of the time and tells himself the weird facts he read from textbooks not really understanding any of their meanings.

Angin’s fake smiles and outgoing nature makes him sick. He bakes the cookies and eat them and tell about it’s flaws and nutrients to himself mimicking a certain septuplet.

Fang….he don’t know what’s going on with Fang? He rarely sees Fang on Tempur A. He just knows that Fang takes in from one mission to another whether they are small or big, he just occupies himself with work while he or his brother’s can’t do that as they are provided with a month of break from Commander due to Vargoba’s incident.

Petir comes out of his trance and looks at the time.

Ah! Visiting hours are almost over

He looks at the unconscious figure of his brother

He combs his hair and says with a soft voice, “You fought well”

“…………..You did a great job”

“Get well soon Haya”

Unknown to him a lone tear falls from his left eyes and he wipes it off roughly

“Sorry Haya”

Petir takes off his hand which was brushing Cahaya’s hair while roughly brushing off the rest of tears which managed to flow from his eyes

He wipes them and looks at Cahaya

“Sorry…..Your Abang was not able to protect you”

He bites his lips and calms himself down breathing slowly and steadily.

He closes his eyes and opens them bringing back his straight face showing he never expressed anything and walks away before any nurse could walk in telling him that he should leave now

AUGGHSHHHHHH THIS HIT ME

this is so wonderful, your choice of dialogue for the doctor is amazing and worded like that is so brutal because it adds in the injuries that arent seen visibly but has such a big impact to the human body. those types of injuries being fatal in one way or another

the way the brother's are affected in such different ways, either reverting back to their old mental state or having an opposite mental mindset to their original. Petir just being understanding and silent, trying to keep it together like tanah.

the way he just responds with little words but you can tell he cares and is very much affected especially since that near death experience happened on his hands, before his eyes

Api having nightmares, knowing both he and Petir was there firsthand at the scene, he and him saw they're brother get pounced, hurt, launched. they saw how he reached out to them last moment(yeah this is a thing i dont know if i mentioned in this au)

The rest, perhaps feeling lots of guilt because they werent there to support them in fighting and preventing all of that from happening

If this is based on my au's characterization of them then angin being the opposite of his mental mindset would make it worse knowing he's more freely expressive of himself, and him keeping it in shows how affected he is. like damn. love this

#boboiboy #xoshi answers #xoshi asks #bbb septuplet au #ankssastro scenarios

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Into my Web

Chapter 2

Billy Russo x Female Reader

Cowritten with @the-cult-of-russo

Ratings: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include; Sexual situations, swearing, human slave, biting, blood, obsessive thoughts, dub con, stockholm syndrome, gaslighting.

GIF by druiigg

A/N: This has been sitting around for a few months. Well almost a year honestly. Life happened and we never really got to wrap it up with a pretty bow finish...But we worked so hard on it, we didn't want it to never be read or enjoyed. So I will be posting this story because I have fond memories of it. I hope you guys will enjoy it, we sure did have a lot of fun writing this.

Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

Billy sauntered through the large main door to his place, a bouquet of forget-me-nots in one hand and a tray with waffles and ice cream in the other. His night had been boring, the company he'd chosen not doing much for him. It was happening far too often these days and he constantly compared the women to you. It was aggravating. The blood, he could get anywhere. He mostly liked to mix his pleasure with feeding but it didn't really matter. He just wished you'd let him touch you. It'd be so easy for him for his little pet to also service his sexual needs and he'd been dying to have you since he laid his eyes on you.

He'd been playing the long game because it was more fun, despite the frustration. He wanted you to want him, beg for him and be needy for him. It was mind games and he revelled in it. There was absolutely no fun in forcing himself on you or compelling you to sleep with him. So he wanted to break you down until you were begging for him and then he'd finally be able to have you.

He was starting to get impatient though and he was wondering if he needed to up his game and pull out some new tricks. He walked into his bedroom, his vampire hearing picking up the steady thumping of your heart from in the closet. He set the tray of waffles down on the nightstand, working on putting the flowers in a nice decorative vase for you when he let you out.

Once it was all done, he moved to unlock the closest door, opening it as he looked down at you curled up on the floor.

"Y/N?" He asked, keeping his voice soft and calm, soothing as he crouched down next to you. His hand stroked through your hair, knowing when you were like this it was the only time you accepted some of his touches. His usual cold and calculating eyes were warm as he gazed down on you, his caring mask firmly in place. You jumped slightly as you woke up on the hard wooden floor. You looked up at him with sleepy and vacant eyes. You hung your head down hiding a wobbly chin and groveled to his feet.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, holding on to his leg and groveling like he’d disappear into thin air. He loved it.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me now? You know I don't like doin' this," he gave you a pained look, as if punishing you wounded him so deeply. His fingers continued to comb through your hair sweetly.

You nodded and let him help you up to the bed, your eyes darting to the flowers. A weak smile painted your lips as you sat back on the headboard.

“Thank you,” you said in a timid voice looking down at your lap being covered with a blanket and a tray of warm waffles with ice cream. He was standing beside the bed with the TV remote in hand as he set up your favorite TV show on Netflix for you.

"I'm gonna take good care of you, sweetheart," he murmured, giving you a warm smile before he set the remote back down. He thoroughly enjoyed these moments with you and how different you'd be. He went to move away but your hand instantly shot upwards and closed tightly around his forearm, a panic stricken look on your face. You didn't want to be alone, not now, not so soon. You flinched slightly at your action as if readying yourself for a scowl. He suppressed the urge to smirk at your reaction, your fear. He could hear your pretty little heart fluttering away in your chest and he got a kick out of how needy you were being.

"Just wanna get out of these clothes," he said with a charming smile, peeling your hand away from him. He was still in yesterday's clothes and he wanted to get into something comfortable for his day with you.

He moved to the drawers on the other side of his room, rummaging in them until he pulled out some black sweats and clean boxers. He didn't care about nudity, stripping in front of you unabashed as he got into them and left himself shirtless. He enjoyed the skin to skin contact with you and he'd take as much as he could get. He also wanted you to get used to him better. He sauntered back over to the bed, climbing on the other side and slipping under the covers, leaning against the headboard as he glanced at you with a smile. He took the tray of waffles and plastic cutlery, cutting up the waffles before he raised the fork to your mouth with an expectant look on his face. You opened your mouth and leaned over to take the bite of food. You exhaled a long sigh and chewed thoroughly. He watched you with rapt attention, always finding you fascinating like this.

After a few bites you relaxed more, resting back into the pillows and snuggled up next to him. Your attention was on the TV, eyes curiously watching a more intimate scene between the main characters. A slight frown appeared on your face, barely visible to human eyes. Billy caught it though, his eyes going from your face to the TV as a brow rose in curiosity. He didn't give a shit about whatever show you had on, you were far more entertaining to him. But there was something about the scene currently showing that made you frown and he was dying to know just what was going on inside that head of yours. You snapped out of it and turned to him open-mouthed to take another mouthful of ice cream. He fed you, eyes back on you as he licked his lower lip and tilted his head.

"You want me to put somethin' else on?" He asked, trying to figure out just what it was that was bothering you about it.

You looked up at him and shook your head.

“No, you don’t have to change clothes,” you answered casually. One of your hands was against his skin and you rubbed absentmindedly at it with your pinky finger. He blinked at you in confusion for a moment before he realised you had no idea what he was talking about. He would have pressed it more if he wasn't so interested in watching your strange reaction. You spaced out again, opening up for a bite but not really reaching for it either. The same little frown appeared between your brows as you watched the scene. His eyes kept darting to the screen and then your face, a sly smirk making its way onto his lips. He hadn't really given much thought into your experience with things like this but he was starting to think it was a lack of it that had that cute little confused frown on your face. The episode ended and you snapped out of it. Sitting a little straighter and finally taking the bite, giving him a smile with the tiniest of flush on your cheeks. He felt a jolt of arousal hit him as he looked at you, all pretty and seemingly innocent. You had a little bit of ice cream on the corner of your mouth and he swiped it away with his thumb, dark eyes pinning you in place as he sucked his thumb clean.

Your eyes followed his thumb and the way he sucked it. You squirmed a bit feeling uncomfortable, the little frown returning as you looked away.

“Um...Can I go wash, please?” you asked politely looking down.

"Actually, I'm gonna give you a bath today," Billy replied with a smile as he reached out, stroking a hand through your hair affectionately. It was a plan that only just popped into his head but he was running with it. His waiting game was getting pretty boring and Billy hated being bored. So he'd switch it up and see what happened. You needed to get used to him eventually or he'd have no use for you. Honestly, it would be a waste to kill such a pretty little thing.

You didn’t move away from his touch but you didn’t lean into it either. He had taken you off guard, he never had bathed you before. Just watched or left you alone. Your eyebrows shot upwards and surprise etched on your face blinking back at him. The grin he gave you was warm on the surface although there was darkness hidden behind his sweet sweet caring routine. He hopped off the bed, making his way to the joining large bathroom as he started drawing a bath for you. He usually let you bathe yourself. Since his end game was to get you to service his every need, you obviously needed to be okay with his touch. Right now you only seemed to accept it when in your broken state and that wasn't enough for him. So he'd push things along to get you to hurry up and just accept him. After your confusion over the scene in the show, he started to think it'd be easier than he'd first anticipated.

You took your clothes off, no prudish ways about nudity or your body. You stood there slightly cold and waited for the bath to fill up. His eyes trailed your body, a hunger hitting him that wasn't just for the sweet blood pumping through your veins. He felt himself harden just at the sight of you and he had to hold himself back from just pouncing on you. He'd ruin the fun for himself. He busied himself with the bath and getting a nice large fluffy towel ready for you. He didn't care about your comfort but he had to keep up his pretence that he did with the state you were in. He'd be good to you if you were a good little pet. You decided to use the toilet in the meantime looking casual and unashamed. You felt his gaze on you and you were slightly confused at his face, unable to read him sometimes.

“Is there something wrong? Did I forget..?” you asked confused, checking your hair for a hairpin or looking down at your still freshly shaved legs.

He shook his head, clearing his throat as he turned the faucets off.

"No, it's fine," he muttered, standing up straighter and looking at you. You'd been with him months now and he knew you'd been at the place in Nevada since you were young. But he'd never put too much thought into it. Didn't think much about just how sheltered you actually were. He wasn't sure why it was only hitting him now. It was interesting though. It piqued at his curiosity. You finished up and washed your hands in the sink looking at his reflection in the mirror.

"Alright, it's done," he said, laying the towel over the sink ready for when you'd be done. He gave you an expectant look, his eyes dark as they trailed over your naked body. He had no idea how you'd react to his touch but he'd soon be finding out.

You nodded and walked to the edge of the tub and poked the water with your toes. You were fine with the temperature of it and sat down in the middle of the tub, closing your eyes with a peaceful look. The hot water did wonders on your skin and muscles. You were beautiful. Billy could never deny that. He found it hard to look away sometimes. He crouched beside the bath, eyeing you carefully as he grabbed the washcloth and dipped it into the water. He was waiting to see if you'd say anything as he took his time, lathering it up with soap. You eyed him by the corner of your eyes but stayed still and silent. He took one of your arms at first, washing your skin gently, being soft and slow in his movements. You jerked slightly at the contact but didn’t move away. You had a neutral look on your face, maybe slightly tense but mostly blinking and obeying.

"This okay?" He asked in a low voice, dark and warm eyes on you. He didn't care but he was curious how you'd respond, he could see how tense you were. One of his hands was holding yours, pulling your arm out so he could rub the warm and soapy cloth up it and to your shoulder. You hummed and nodded your head looking at him washing you. He suppressed the smirk toying on the edge of his lips, pleased at your reaction. He shifted to sit on the edge of the tub so he could mimic his actions on your other arm. Making sure to take his time as he did and his eyes never leaving your face. You took a small sharp intake of air when he hovered about you. You stayed put, although you seemed slightly skittish over certains things.

"Relax, sweetheart. Lemme take good care of you," he murmured with a sweet smile, trying to ease your discomfort as he washed your arm. He slid the cloth up your arm and your shoulder, moving it across your collarbone. His free hand gripped your chin gently, tilting your face up to him as the cloth swiped over your pretty little throat. The throat he really wanted to sink his teeth into. He almost growled, feeling himself getting worked up. He kept a firm resolve though as he washed your throat and watched you carefully.

Your jaw was tense and shook with the smallest shivers. You always tensed when his hands or face were too close to your arteries, for obvious reasons. Your reactions were only furthering his arousal. You weren't pulling away or freaking out entirely but you were still fearful. He loved it. He slid the cloth down your chest before he started rubbing it across one of your breasts. He really wanted to get his bare hands on them but he knew you wouldn't be ready for that yet so he just washed them with the cloth. Goosebumps flared all over your skin as you felt the warm cloth over your breasts and you shivered slightly, your shoulders rolling back. Your reaction didn't go unnoticed by Billy and he bit his lower lip as he washed both breasts, eyes intense and on you. He slid the cloth down your stomach then, slowly trailing to between your legs. He was waiting to see if you'd stop him or not, waiting to see just what you'd do. It was quite fun toying with you like this, testing things out and waiting for you to react.

The small frown of earlier reappeared on your face and your hips moved a bit. The sensation felt weird and you almost asked him to repeat it but you closed your mouth without saying anything. When you didn't stop him, he continued to rub your pussy with the cloth. He noticed how your hips moved a little and he bit back a pleased smirk as he applied a little more pressure, purposely brushing the cloth over your clit over and over. You squirmed under his touch and the frown on your face deepened. You looked at him wondering what he was doing and mostly why it felt odd. It didn’t feel like that when you washed yourself.

“What...That feels weird,” you said with a deep frown and closed your legs slightly away from him, the whole thing confusing you and making you feel slightly annoyed.

He had to stop himself from snarling when you closed your legs, reminding himself that scaring you right now wouldn't help. It was all starting to click into place now. You'd never felt pleasure before. You were untouched, something that pleased him greatly. And by your reaction you'd never even touched yourself either. This was something he could have a lot of fun with and his mind was going a million miles a minute.

"Weird how?" He asked innocently, not betraying his thoughts as he used his hand to push open your legs again. He was loving watching you squirm. He got a sick satisfaction out of pleasuring you when you didn't even realise that's what you were feeling.

“Like… Tingly and warm. I don’t have my period again, do I?” you asked with a slight panic in your voice. You looked down but frowned not seeing blood but feeling like you were losing blood.

"It's supposed to feel that way. It feels nice, right?" He asked as he rubbed the cloth against your clit again.

You opened your mouth a few times thinking about how you were feeling and how it felt, a frown still deeply etched on your forehead.

“It feels wet like when I had my period,” you said first, biting your lower lip unconsciously.

“But I don’t want it to stop either,” you added, looking between his face and the cloth between your legs. Your words sent a rush right to his dick and he was practically purring. His sweet innocent little pet.

"That's normal. All girls feel wet like that when they get touched like this," he murmured patiently. He was finally getting somewhere with you and he wasn't about to fuck it up.

“So, you don’t mind it? It’s not a bad thing, right?” you asked, trying to read his face, hoping he wouldn’t punish you for it. A grin made its way onto his face at your words and his other hand came up to your hair, burying it there as his fingers rubbed your scalp softly. It was a little endearing how clueless you were about it. He couldn't wait to ruin you.

"It's a good thing. And the nice tingly feelin'... it gets even better if I keep doin' it. It makes you feel really good," he explained, the cloth still lazily rubbing against you.

“My chest feels weird,” you said, the panic returning, feeling out of breath and shaky. Your hands were rubbing at it trying to soothe whatever was happening, blushing up and swallowing thickly. He moved the cloth away as he shushed you softly, feeling like you'd had enough for one day. It wouldn't be fun if he broke you too soon. Besides, he wanted to leave you wanting more.

"See, nothin' bad happened," he smiled reassuringly, setting the cloth on the side of the bath.

“Is it something only… your kind can do?” you asked sheepishly, hoping he wouldn’t mind you asking. He thought about his answer for a moment. You really were absolutely clueless. He could fill your head with whatever he wanted and he planned on it. He was getting a real kick out of you being so curious about the whole thing.

"No, anyone can do it. But only I'm allowed to touch you because you belong to me," he said firmly, possessiveness swelling in his chest. He'd rip anyone limb from limb for touching you. He didn't share.

You nodded quickly and averted your eyes. You had a millions of questions to ask him but you felt skittish to ask them, not wanting to upset him. He moved to stand, grabbing the towel as he looked down at you.

"You can ask me questions if you want. I won't bite," he smirked teasingly, mischief dancing behind his dark eyes. You winced silently at his joke, the memory of his horrible fanged face flashing behind your eyes. You swallowed and stood up so he could dry you.

“Is it only girls?” you asked first, shivering at the cold air around you. He rubbed the fluffy towel over you, drying you softly as he shook his head.

"It's different for guys. We got different bodies. But we feel it too. Girls get wet but guys get hard," he said, his hand darting out and snatching yours quickly, pressing it against the bulge in his sweats. You looked down and touched the hard length pushing back against the palm of your hand. You’ve seen him naked before but it didn’t fit with the picture you had in mind. You frowned and opened your mouth to ask him another question.

“Can I see it?” you asked with a confused look.

If his heart was beating it would have stilled at your words. The faintest of groans left his lips as he nodded, tossing the towel to the floor with a wicked smirk.

"C'mon," he murmured, not waiting for a response before he picked you up, legs around his waist. He carried you with ease to the bedroom and put you on the bed before he pulled off his pants and boxers. His large and hard cock was standing to attention as he moved to sit back against the headboard, his eyes glued to you for your reaction. He loved this curiosity, he wanted to explore it and see what he could do with it. You stared at him, slowly moving next to him. The look on your face changed from confusion to curiosity.

“It’s longer and standing by itself. Isn’t that painful?” you said reaching for it with an hesitant hand. He bit down hard on his lower lip, his body unmoving as not to spook you.

"It can be if I leave it like this too long. This happens when I'm… when I feel the same warm tingly sensation you did. The feelin' of need you have when you feel yourself wet like earlier. It's like our version of being wet," he explained patiently.

Your hand went under your bum, still feeling the wetness that didn’t seem to go away. Your fingers glistened slightly under the light.

“How do you make it stop?” you asked, looking around wondering what to do with the sticky wet fluid on your hand. Billy couldn't help himself as he snatched up your hand, popping your wet fingers into his mouth as he sucked them clean with a dirty moan. You tasted like heaven and his dick twitched at the sensation. You tried jerking your hand away from his mouth by instinct, looking at him with a shocked expression.

“Wait! No! Why?” your mind fired out of you quickly. He chuckled darkly as he let your fingers slide from his mouth with a pop.

"'Cause I like the taste," he purred, eyes darker than normal as he looked at you, wanting nothing more than to devour you.

"And to answer your other question, it stops when you cum. If I'd have kept touchin' you, it feels better and better and then it's like… fireworks inside of you. It feels really good and it makes the wetness stop after," he licked his lips, savoring the taste of you as he sat there.

You reached for more and gave it a sniff before trying it yourself. You shrugged, not tasting or seeing what the hype was about. Your eyes darted to him again and you reached for the length of him again, looking up at him for his approval. He gave you a reassuring smile and a nod, really getting a kick out of the whole thing. You were so new to this. Fresh and pliable to mold how he wanted. It was perfect.

"You can touch me, it's fine," he encouraged. He really fucking wanted you to touch him. It'd been all he'd thought about since he first laid his eyes on you. You reached for him slowly and ran your fingers on the side of it. It was silky soft like the bedsheets and warm, warmer than the rest of him. You touched the head and wrapped your small hand around it.

“How do I make it feel good for you?” you asked innocently, wondering how it’d even work for males. A soft moan left his lips and it was taking a monumental amount of self control to stay where he was. He wrapped his hand over yours, moving it up and down as he applied the amount of pressure he liked as he groaned.

"Like that," he murmured, lips parting as he enjoyed the feel of your hand around him.

You felt your entire face and neck flush up warmly and looked down at your lap, feeling the weird pull of earlier and your wetness getting worse. You looked back at him and gave it a few strokes, watching his reaction. He moaned again, shifting his hips a little as his eyes darted from your hand on him to your face.

“Why is the warm tingling back if you’re not touching me?” you asked, moving your hand up and down, feeling the skin move around the hard center of it. Your lungs tickled and you rubbed at your chest. A louder groan left his lips then, your words making his desire get worse.

"It's normal. You like touchin' me. You want me to touch you," he muttered absentmindedly, arching up to your hand a little. He couldn't help it. It was the touch of someone inexperienced yet it was the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced.

You stopped moving your hand seeing the same kind of fluid dripping out of him, just the smallest amount. You ran a finger over it, curiously bringing your hand closer to look at it. You gave him a blank look wondering if you should do the same thing he did to yours earlier. You hesitated looking at him, your lips slightly parted, the last thing you wanted was to make him angry and send you to the closet again. His lips were parted and he was sure you were going to kill him at this rate. Your casual exploration of his body, your innocence, it was overwhelming him. He had to remind himself to stay firmly where he was because shoving his cock into your tight untouched pussy wouldn't serve him in the long run. He didn't want you only once and he didn't want you by force. He needed it so you wanted him and he could have you whenever he wanted.

"It's okay," he said, his eyes boring into you, waiting to see what you'd do.

You brought your fingers to your mouth and sucked them clean like icing. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t good either. He did seem pleased with you and it made you feel fuzzy inside.

“Can you show me?” you asked him, curiosity eating at you.

"Show you what, sweetheart?" He asked in a low voice, raising a brow as he suppressed a dirty smirk.

“The fireworks,” you asked blushing but you didn’t know why you were. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning and he worked hard to contain his glee.

"Since you've been such a good girl for me today," he smiled, sitting up more.

"Lay down," he commanded, his whole body thrumming in anticipation. He couldn't wait to make you cum, see you writhing in pleasure for him. He'd get you hooked and soon you'd be the perfect little pet he wanted you to be. You were nervous and breathing faster, you were curious but you had no idea what was gonna happen and it scared you a bit.

“It...You’re not gonna hurt me right? It won’t hurt, right?” you asked him with a small voice filled with fear, laying down like he asked you to.

Something uncomfortable panged in his chest at your words and he promptly shoved it far away from him.

"Won't hurt, I promise. I'll make you feel real good," he grinned, moving to kneel between your legs as he parted your thighs. His eyes darted to your soaked pussy and he groaned at the sight.

“I don’t-I don’t want to go in the closet if something bad happens..I-” You felt panicky and you didn’t know why, like you didn’t have a hold or a clue on what you were feeling right now. His hands rubbed the inside of your thighs soothingly as he shushed you.

"No closet. Nothin' bads gonna happen. Just relax," he murmured as his fingers stroked the skin of your inner thigh. You nodded and wrang your hands over your belly nervously. One of his hands slowly trailed up and he ran his fingers through your soaked folds, moaning at how wet you were. He wondered how well you'd take his cock. He wouldn't do that today but he was curious. He was pretty big and you were a virgin. You also apparently got incredibly wet pretty easily though. The scent of your arousal was drowning him and his cock was aching it was so hard.

You gasped feeling his touch and how it sent jolts up inside you. Your hands moved to grip the sheets and you looked down at him sitting between your legs. He found your clit with ease and started to rub slow and teasing circles around it. His eyes were glancing from your sweet pussy to your face to see your reaction. A soft moan escaped your parted lips at the feeling, you didn’t know why but it felt really good, like a warmth purring inside your lower belly and relaxing all the muscles in your body. Your body flopped down on the bed, untensing.

“It’s different without the cloth, like more intense?” You said, trying to explain the new sensations to him.

"It feel good?" He asked with a rough and raw voice, his need killing him slowly. He started rubbing faster circles around your clit, his fingers gliding around easily with how wet you were. You nodded at him, biting your lower lip and whining slightly. Your hips were moving up into his touch without thinking about it. Like a part of you was taking over.

He hummed, watching your reactions with rapt attention as he kept lavishing your clit with attention, changing the pace every so often to see how you'd respond. You opened your mouth to ask something else but you weren’t sure of what you were actually asking for. The frown returned but you closed your mouth instead of asking.

"I'm gonna try somethin'. Just relax, alright?" He asked, raising a brow at you. He knew what you needed but the last thing he needed was you freaking out on him. He really didn't want to deal with it. You nodded and tried to move up on your elbows to see what was happening between your legs. He kept rubbing your clit with one hand as he brought the other to your entrance. He pushed one finger inside of your soaked pussy with a groan at how tight you were. He had no idea how the fuck you'd end up taking him when the time came but he'd make damn sure he'd fit. It only made him want you more.

A loud sound you’ve never ever made in your entire life came out of you and you looked at him fearful. You waited for him to get angry but it didn’t seem to make him angry at all.

“I’m sorry, I dunno,” you mumbled between panting, your heart racing inside your chest.

"Don't be sorry. I wanna hear you, it's a good thing. Means you like it," he drawled, his whole body tense and pulled taut in his arousal. He fucked you slowly with his finger as his other hand toyed with your clit. You nodded quickly, feeling the tingly warmth filling you up so quickly you felt like you were gonna drown in it. You looked at him as a series of emotions hit you back to back.

“What do I-It’s it’s-” you couldn’t think anymore and it was overwhelming you as you almost hyperventilated.

"That's it… atta girl. Let it happen," he moaned, completely enraptured in watching you like this. His hands sped up a little, the overwhelming need to push you over the edge consuming him.

You felt like a warm wall of pleasure hit you from the inside out. You screamed loudly and buckled up under his hands. The warm sensation spread all over your body from your core, all the way to your toes sending up a wave of goosebumps on your skin. He helped you through it, his chest heaving as he watched you come apart under his touch. When he moved his hands away his whole body was shaking. The primal need for you was stronger than anything he'd ever felt. Stronger than his thirst for blood. He didn't even realise his fangs had descended as he fought with himself to not shove himself inside of you.

"You did good," he bit out, blinking rapidly as he tried to ground himself and not get lost to his urges. You felt tingly all over and happy, pleased, even relaxed even if he was around. You looked down at him as you took your breathing under control and gasped. It wasn’t his full on creepy face but he seemed to be in some kind of pain, the veins under his eyes showing.

“Are you in pain?” she asked, remembering what he had told her earlier, that it could hurt him if it stayed up for too long.

“Did I do something wrong? Or-or not do,” you asked, getting nervous by the second and shaking slightly.

He chuckled but it sounded dark as he shook his head.

"No… you… you're perfect and I need… fuck," he growled, he was hanging on by a thread. He hadn't anticipated just how badly you'd affect him like this. His self control was usually impeccable. He hated that you had this effect on him but his cock was unbearably hard and he'd never felt desire quite like this before.

“Wha-What can I do?” you asked, your voice wavering slightly, unsure how to help so he wouldn’t snap and kill you. It was a loaded question but he wasn't too far gone to say something stupid that would make you more fearful. You were already scared and it wasn't helping. The predator in him revelling in it.

"Touch me, like I touched you," he muttered, dark eyes intense as he pinned you in place with them. If he didn't get release soon he knew he'd snap.

You sat up and scooted closer to him. You took a steadying breath and ran your hand up his thigh, remembering how it had felt when he did it. You reached for him with a shaky hand and wrapped it around him once more. You tried to remember how tight he had squeezed your hand, not wanting to hurt him either.

“Can you show me again, please?” you asked, hoping he wouldn’t snap at your idiocy. He nodded, his hand covering yours as he did as he did earlier and moved your hand on him before he let go. A deep groan left his lips and he knew it wouldn't take him long with how worked up he was. A weird thought crossed your mind and after hesitating a bit you decided to try and see if your instincts were right. You gave him a few more strokes, remembering how tight and how fast he wanted you to touch him. You kneeled up and let go of him, making a frustrated groan leave his lips.

You reached down between your legs and ran your hand on your still very wet folds. You looked down at your glistening messy hand and touched him again, this time it seemed to work better and made him slide easily inside your fist. He moaned at the feel of it, something stirring inside of him at how instinctual it had been for you to do that. A hand reached out, gripping the back of your neck as he let the pleasure wash over him, enjoying you touching him. You made a small squeal sound feeling his strong grip on the back of your neck but you didn’t stop, something telling you he’d snap it if you did. You weren’t sure how long you had to keep doing it or when you’d know. The look on his face made you gasp but not in the usual scary way, you realised you felt some kind of primal achievement or pride at pleasing him.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, feeling almost drunk off you. He was completely lost in you and he'd be perturbed by it later, just how much you affected him. But right now he was just lost in his pleasure as it increased rapidly.

You beamed at the praise, a warm feeling filling your chest. You’ve never been praised before and it gave you courage to do your task even better. You squeezed harder and moved your fist faster watching his reaction at the change of pace. A dirty moan left his lips and he pressed his forehead to yours as he bared his teeth, feeling his release coming for him. His moans were wanton and unashamed as he came hard, fingers tightening on the back of your neck as he shot his cum over your hand and your stomach with how close you were. He felt amazing, his face returning to normal almost instantly now the beast was sated and his fingers stroked the nape of your neck softly as he came down from his high and caught his breath. Everything took you off guard, his tough grip on your neck, his closeness, the way he felt under your fist, the way it shot out of him with surprising pressure, the mess he left on you… You were staring down at your hand and belly with an open mouth, unmoving and still trying to process it all.

He felt better than he had in months. The tension of wanting you for so long now finally calming down. He nuzzled your cheek before he moved away, flashing you a grin.

"You did good," he murmured, stroking your hair. He needed to encourage this behaviour in you so it would happen again. And maybe he was feeling a little nice since he was basking in his high like a cat in the sun.

“Did I? Does it always happen? The whole…” you looked down at the mess and chuckled. You actually chuckled, you were feeling giddy. He laughed lightly, eyes sparkling as he looked down at his cum painting your skin. It soothed something deep inside of him, marking you as his that way.

"Yeah. It means you made me feel good," he replied with a grin. He felt like he'd finally achieved something with you. You'd finally let him touch you and you'd touched him. Not even little touches but sexual, even if you didn't seem to understand the gravity of it. After all these months he'd finally made progress and it was a good fucking feeling.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, remembering how it had felt for you earlier. The thought of it brought up another question for him.

“How often can we do that? Is it just hands? Can you do it for yourself? 'Cause I've never felt that before,” you said as your mind threw everything back at you again. He snorted at your rapidly fired questions, already thinking of the fun he was going to have with you.

"It only works if someone else does it. We can do it however many times we want," his voice went a little deeper just thinking about it. He also didn't feel bad about lying to you. He didn't need you pleasuring yourself. He wanted you to need him to do it.

"And it's not just hands. We can use our mouths too, it feels real good. There's a bunch of stuff we can do," he was already thinking of them all.

“How do you learn?” You asked, wondering how it all worked and how … A loud gurgling sound stopped your thoughts. You were suddenly so hungry, as if the fireworks had already used up all the energy you ate earlier. You blushed and hid your messy belly from the hungry sounds.

It was a little endearing and he smiled as he shook his head.

"I'll teach you. But we need to take care of that first. You've been a good girl for me. What about if I take you out for food?" He asked, raising a brow at you. He'd not let you leave since he'd bought you here so this was a big step. But he really needed to reinforce this behaviour so he was pulling out all the stops. Besides, he had something to ensure you wouldn't try anything stupid. You looked up at him with nothing short of awe at the suggestion. He had never taken you out for food before. The thought of actually eating in a restaurant felt like an adventure for you. You smiled brightly and nodded with enthusiasm.

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Prongsfoot Week

Day 7: Write/Draw/anything for this ship.

sweeter than candy (on a stick)

Warnings: around 4k words, is NSFW (blowjobs).

Can be read on AO3 here.

James’ lips are stained red, shiny with sugar and spit—and Sirius can’t stop staring.

It’s a wonderfully sunny though bloody cold Sunday afternoon in November and they’re doing homework in the dorms—Peter and Remus have taken to ‘Weekend Walks’ around the lake, which really means that they talk about everything and nothing while Wormy sneakily tries to get Moony to give him homework answers. It’s a solid, well-choreographed dance — Pete’s far too clever to be hard working, and Moony does have a tendency to preach about the topics that will be discussed next week — that, quite honestly, neither Sirius nor James wish to witness. And besides, for them weekends are usually reserved for the planning of assorted mischief and general tomfoolery to be executed on school days.

Usually, yes, because the Defense essay really couldn’t wait today: though Sirius was planning on doing it at breakfast tomorrow, James has taken pity on their ever-nervous Defense professor Michael Burgary and made the decision to make it easier for the bumbling buffoon. It might have something to do with the running bet all the seventh years have going on how long the bloke will last — Sirius has two Galleons on March twentieth, whilst James bet five that Burgary will make it to the end — but, of course, James will never admit that.

“Can’t bear the thought of him having to order us to write a better one, really,” he said earlier today, grave and pitying and therefore successfully convincing Sirius to do what he wants to do, as is usually the case. “Let’s just ensure we get a good grade, and then he won’t have to talk to us as much. Poor bloke’s already so uncomfortable.”

Sirius would probably be a bit jealous of James seemingly having taken a liking to the twat if Burgary didn’t sweat so much, didn’t constantly look five seconds away from bursting into tears, and also wasn’t a practitioner of the lost art of the comb-over. He hopes he won’t have a receding hairline before turning seventy: both his grandfathers still have a full head of hair, even if grandfather Pollux’ locks were thinning the last time Sirius saw him.

Afternoon sunlight filters in through the small windows of their dorm, highlighting the auburn sheen in James’ messy black hair and the warm undertone of his brown skin. He’s sitting oddly, like he usually sits—one leg resting on the floor with the foot under his arse, and the other propped up; his crotch is in full view. The way he’s leaning over his essay is an absolutely outrageous display of subtle flexibility, and his left hand is holding the quill almost clumsily. It’s as if it’s too small for his veiny, quidditch-calloused hands.

He’s also sucking on a lollipop, which makes matters significantly worse.

The pale plastic sticks out of the corner of his mouth and sometimes he just sucksat it, loud and lewd, before using his tongue to shove the damned sweet to the other side of his mouth; the hard candy will click against his teeth, and then James will purse his lips, covered in the sheen of artificially dyed sugar, and suck again. It is obviously the latter that Sirius can’t help but focus on instead of his painfully unfinished Defense essay.

The thing is, Sirius knows what burning feels like. He once fell off father’s old broom when he was ten and landed in the patch of firenettles mother grows for her own version of Pepperup; he once tripped over his own two feet and fell hands first into the crackling hearth. He knows how the heat won’t stop, knows how the blistering feels, knows how the sensitivity will remain for months even after the burn salve and the essence of dittany. Knows the sheer pain of it, that sharp tone of agony that lasts for days if left untreated.

And somehow, for some absolutely ludicrous reason, Sirius is certain that swallowing glowing embers burns less than witnessing James Potter suckle on a fucking sweet.

James drops his quill and fingers the plastic of the lollipop absentmindedly, takes the damned thing out of his mouth with another obscene sucking noise and puckering of his red, wet, shiny lips. Then he licks it, wraps his tongue around it, and slurps it back into his mouth.

Sirius is burning. He’s burning, and his balls aren’t blue but they’re red-fucking-hot, and if he doesn’t tear his gaze away in the next second he’ll go from ‘uncomfortable but manageable’-hard to ‘Morgana’s tits this is painful’-hard. All he can think of is that fucking lollipop as his weeping dick, James’ absurd mouth around it, swollen and soaked with spit and precum, and Sirius—

James, the oblivious prat, taps the lollipop against the very bottom lip Sirius has been wanting to bite for the better part of an hour, like torturing his best mate without knowing it is helping him think. Then he sucks the candy back in his mouth, wetly and terrible and hotter than a Merlin-damned ashwinder.

Sirius whimpers. Out loud. And instantly wants to die.

“Pads?” James asks, and Sirius scrambles to put on an oblivious expression. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” says Sirius, lying through his teeth. James has taken the lollipop out of his mouth, again, and is tapping the bulbous candy against his bottom lip, again. “Just stuck on a sentence, you know…”

“You’re never stuck on sentences,” James points out. He pops the lollipop back in his mouth, pushes his essay aside, and shuffles closer. “Let us see, then.”

Sirius fashions his mouth into a scowl and glances at his parchment. He’s only written half of the duelling method of his choosing, a creative offense strategy, while James is likely already on his conclusion considering how in the zone he was while Sirius stared at him and that fucking sweet. And though it could be a bit embarrassing — Sirius has never liked lagging behind James, always needs to meet him with every step — he’s far more preoccupied with hiding his stiffy than with the abysmal state of his essay.

James sucks absentmindedly on his lollipop as he reads the paragraph Sirius managed to write down. It’s loud, and though it should probably be a little bit gross it’s actually really hot, and Sirius has to squash down the urge to kiss him. Heat is coiling in his lower belly; he adjusts himself discreetly, suppressing the moan that follows the pressure of his hand.

“It’s fine,” James murmurs eventually. The lollipop slips back out and he shoots Sirius a little smile that kicks Sirius’ heart into a riotous pace. “There’s no need to make it perfect right now, anyway. You can always write the final version later.”

James never needs to write drafts, as almost every essay ends up perfect on the first try. Sirius, usually, doesn’t need to write drafts either, but he’s been a bit distracted.

And hot under the collar.

Just a little bit.

“Right,” he manages, “it’ll be fine.”

“It will,” James says brightly. He pats Sirius’ shoulder, then slides his hand to the back of Sirius’ neck and squeezes. “You’re brilliant, ‘Rius. I see many more O’s in your future.”

Sirius makes a disparaging little noise, contemplates whether or not he should ask James to stop holding his neck because the touch is killing him, wishes desperately he were alone so he can wank himself raw to fantasies of getting sucked off by James Potter. His dick throbs.

Sirius utters, a bit strangled: “You’re more brilliant.”

The smile brightens. Sirius feels a sudden, absurd need to lick James’ teeth.

“Funny,” says James, “I always say that about you.”

Sirius smiles back and James does his funny little nose-scrunching thing that he always does when he’s a little bit amused and a little bit happy. Then his hand travels upwards, up the back of Sirius’ head, and his fingers tangle with the hair Sirius has been considering growing out.

“You still look a bit flushed,” James muses. Sirius feels the pull at his roots, knows James is twisting locks around his longer fingers like he is wont to do. It usually reduces Sirius to a puddle; now, he wants James to yank. “You sure everything’s okay? Is something bothering you?”

Yes, Sirius thinks, gaze dropping to James’ shiny red mouth. Something is bothering me. You’re sucking on a lollipop I wish was my prick, and now I’m so horny it’s all I can think about.

“Nah,” says Sirius. “Just, erm—a bit warm. That’s all.”

“You can take off your shirt,” James says. He laps at the lollipop, sucks at its side for a bit. “You wear another underneath anyway. It’s not like you’ll be naked, if that’s your issue.”

“Right,” Sirius says. “Yeah.”

James smiles at him again and puts the lollipop back in his mouth. Then, to Sirius’ grief, he takes his hand out of Sirius’ hair.

Starts to fiddle with the buttons of Sirius’ shirt.

“Erm—”

“You’re hot,” James says, lisping past the lollipop between his teeth and utterly oblivious to the implication behind his own damn words. “But you weren’t about to take off your shirt, so I’m doing it for you.”

Sirius hems, high-pitched and choked. James’ fingers are warm, brushing briefly against the bare skin at the base of Sirius’ throat before travelling down and only touching cotton. The fiddling and gentle touches spark goosebumps and, to Sirius’ complete and utter horror, pebbling nipples and an increase in the throbbing of his dick.

Eventually, James reaches the last of the buttons and Sirius is almost relieved that it’s almost over. But then one of James’ knuckles presses briefly against Sirius’ crotch, and before Sirius can even try to lock his muscles in place, his hips jerk forward. James pauses for less than a second before he releases the final button and, without asking, slides the shirt off Sirius’ shoulders. His palms brush down Sirius’ bare arms and it takes every last inch of willpower for Sirius not to start whining.

“I see the problem,” James murmurs, voice low and smooth like molten chocolate. He’s smiling around the lollipop, closed-mouthed and small, an intrigued tilt to one corner.

“Do you?” Sirius whispers, shaking.

James’ smile widens, and in pops his singular dimple. If Sirius wasn’t so utterly baffled by the lack of shock and disgust coming from James he’d have genuinely entertained the notion of kissing it.

Then a large, veiny hand lands on Sirius’ crotch, fingers slipping under the fly and playing with the pull of the zipper. His entire body tenses, trembles, and his next breath is expelled choppily.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you want me to be doing, Sirius?” James asks, tilting his head in faux-curiosity. He’s stillsmiling, like this isn’t weird, like this doesn’t cross any unspoken boundaries for him. “Is it still too warm?”

Sirius is quite certain he’s gone bright red. He nods, unable to speak.

“Words, Sirius,” James murmurs.

They come out breathy. “Yes, it is.”

James’ eyes darken and the button of Sirius’ trousers pops open. The zipper is slid down, and James pauses, sugar-shiny lips pursed again, rubbing the waistband of Sirius’ trousers between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Take them off,” he says quietly, and Sirius does, scrambling to get the black wool down his arse and off his legs.

He kicks them at the last bit, throws them aside, and turns to stare at James. James, whose gaze has apparently been caught by the erection tenting Sirius’ briefs, pupils dilated and dark eyebrows pulled together. Sirius can’t find the words he probably should say; his mind is far too busy reeling, far too busy thinking of James’ mouth and the sudden turn of events and oh fuck, this is happening—

James looks up, takes the lollipop out of his mouth, and smiles.

“Here,” he says, and he reaches out to push the sweet against Sirius’ lips. “Take it.”

Sirius wraps his mouth around the lollipop, ever-obedient, because there’s truly nothing he wouldn’t do if James asks nicely. It’s cherry, sickly sweet and a bit tart, bit bubblegum-esque, artificial flavouring and colouring. He sucks at it almost desperately.

Then he promptly chokes because James’ hand is on Sirius’ crotch again, pressing down, and—

“Would you like me to suck you off?”

Sirius closes his eyes and wonders what absolutely incredibly good thing he did to deserve something like this—his wildest dreams coming true. Tilts his hips up, so that the pressure increases. Whines.

“Words, Sirius.”

“Yes,” he gasps around the goddamn lollipop, blinking sluggishly and daring to take a glance at James. “Yes, yes, please, I would like that very much, I—”

James deftly shoves the briefs down until they’re caught under Sirius’ balls, tilts his head again, and grips Sirius’ prick tightly. Moves his hand up, then down.

Sirius damn near chokes again. It’s a rough glide because of the callouses on James’ hand, dry because of the lack of lube, almost uncomfortable—but it’s the best thing he’s ever felt and his hips jerk up again. He falls back on his elbows, tilts his head to the ceiling, and moans.

James whispers something Sirius has no energy to translate. There’s a sudden wetness between James’ palm and Sirius’ prick; the next slide goes so much more smoothly, sound positively obscene. He feels the flat of James’ thumb rubbing at the head and Sirius whines, pants, collapses onto his back.

“Oh, Sirius,” James tuts, voice low. “We’ve barely started, love.”

Heat spreads through Sirius’ veins like warmed honey, slow and viscous. His head spins a little. “Hmm.”

“Then again,” James whispers, “how much time do we have, really? Moony and Wormy can barge in at any moment. Then they’ll see us, won’t they? Maybe it’s a good thing your control is already shot—”

“James,” Sirius breathes. James has ceased to move, index finger tapping absentmindedly at a spot just below the head, and Sirius can’t fucking— “James, c’mon…”

“Or,” James continues cheekily, “you’ll burst right as they open the door. See you come all over yourself, or in my mouth, and who knows what they’ll think?”

To his complete horror, the thought of their friends seeing him fall apart is agonisingly arousing. He can almost see the shock on their faces, the confusion, maybe the mild intrigue—Sirius’ next exhale comes out in bursts and he lifts his hips slightly, desperate for a little friction. He’s certain that the aftermath of it would be incredibly embarrassing, even if Sirius can handle the jesting, but at the moment…

Well, he might combust.

James makes an amused little noise in the back of his throat. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

He moves his hand again, lightly, slowly. Sirius keens, shivering, and briefly and dazedly muses about potentially kicking James’ thigh for being annoying. Decides against it in the end, because suddenly a gust of air floats over the head of his prick, hot and damp and delightful—

“Let’s see how long you can last,” James whispers, lips brushing over sensitive skin.

Before Sirius can so much jerk his hips he’s being swallowed down; not particularly smooth, with James’ mouth going lower in little bursts as he adapts. If Sirius focuses — something that takes an embarrassing amount of strain to do through the thick cloud of pleasure — he can feel the pressure of shallow swallowing and skin-covered teeth, the chilliness of cooling drool beginning to pool at the base of his cock.

James’ tongue tickles him, exploratory, teasing. Sirius stuffs his fist in his mouth, bites down on his knuckles until he’s sure that any more pressure will break his skin; the moan that rumbles out from deep inside his chest sounds muffled and muted.

Then the heat disappears.

Sirius bites back a whine, lifts his head and meets James’ eyes. He’s confused and a little bit dazed and very, very turned on and wondering, almost a bit angrily, why James has stopped.

The view that greets him almost makes up for the lack of physical stimulation. James is on his knees, toned arms easily holding him up—he’s hovering right above Sirius’ weeping prick and is grinning like the devious little shit that he is, sharp teeth and full, bruised lips, pupils dilated and irises alight with heat.

“You shouldn’t muffle all those pretty sounds, love,” he rasps, voice hoarse and low, and Sirius’ hips jerk. “I want to hear you.”

Sirius groans, reaches out to curl his hands around one of the feet of the bed behind him, and startles so badly when James’ hot mouth surrounds his dick again that he produces a pathetic, whiny hiccup. James hums and takes him deeper, far quicker than before, hollows his cheeks and swallows and only gags a tiny bit. Perhaps Sirius, one of another life who let his arrogance and misery guide him maybe, would’ve been offended by how little James seems to be struggling—or jealous, wondering if James did this before.

This Sirius—the one who catalogues the shades of gold and green and brown in James Potter’s irises, who marvels at the jagged curves of James Potter’s Adam’s apple, who wishes to brush the tips of his fingers over the raised veins and tendons strung across the back of James Potter’s hands… this Sirius does not give one flying fuck, actually, because James is taking him like a Merlin-damned champ and Sirius is simply melting into a puddle, becoming one with the rug, will have to be scrubbed out of the fibres by a particularly annoyed elf later today.

It’s to be expected, anyway. He’s been waiting, got pulled into James’ orbit a month into their first year and has stayed there ever since. Sirius admired from afar but closer than most, relished in the sound of laughter, the warmth of an arm slung over his shoulders, the feeling of a knee pressed against his own. And it wasn’t like this at first, never, just felt that urge to remain close and hold on and hiss at the threat of being ripped away, but then there were growth spurts and deepening voices and then one day James smiled crookedly, ran his long fingers through Sirius’ hair and pressed his thumb against the hinge of Sirius’ jaw, and—

The tip of James’ tongue twitches, rhythmically brushes against sensitive and thin skin. It takes a momentous amount of effort to suppress the ever-mounting need to jerk his hips up, to increase the friction or lessen it or keep it going or stop it entirely, and Sirius groans deep inside his throat, muscles already starting to tense. He could sigh, dispel some of the tension, try to relax—but he wants to whine and twitch and hold himself back just barely, keep himself on that delightfully agonising edge that he was so easily dragged towards.

Sirius is panting and his head is reeling. He can barely register the coarse braided fibres of the rug digging into his shoulder blades and pressing against the back of his head, or the end of his abandoned quill tickling his jaw; the feeling of James’mouth around him is better than he ever imagined, absolutely nothing like his own lube-slicked palm, and he can’t think of anything butJames’ mouth and the tightening of his balls and the coiled, ever-growing knot of an incoming orgasm in his belly. It’s amazing, this, the end-result — or better yet, beginning — of years of hopeful musings and months of looks and smiles and subtle talking that Sirius interpreted as casual, meaningless flirting but prayed was true and purposeful.

This can’t possibly be just for a laugh. And even if it was, Sirius won’t ever be able to truly think of it as such.

James makes another one of those absolutely obscene slurping noises, one thumb stroking the sharp jut of Sirius’ hip and the other stroking the base of Sirius’ cock. There’s another finger teasing Sirius’ perineum, like James is considering doing something morethan taking a dick into his mouth, and that thought – combined with one last, slightly out-of-practice swirl of the tongue – causes Sirius to tip over the edge.

His vision whitens out and his back arches as the wave of pure pleasure crests and washes over him; it feels endless, yet somehow far too short, and if he distantly registers some sort of keening groan that must come from his own throat. His fingers and legs tingle, feel like jelly, and Sirius inhales, exhales, and allows himself to jerk a little as his cock spurts.

A long time coming, he thinks through a haze of syrupy feeling, breath stuttering in his chest and limbs lax with that temporary exhaustion of an orgasm. He’s too limp to even snigger at his own pun, can barely lift his head to look as James swallows and licks him clean from any come that leaked. He’s been wanting this for years, and dammit if it isn’t worth the wait. Sirius wants to kiss James, wants to mould his own mouth to James’, get lost in the movement and the taste and the tiny huffing breaths that always accompany a good snog.

But James leans back upright, and as Sirius blinks at him blearily from the floor he wipes his mouth, stuffs Sirius’ prick back inside his underwear, and hands him the trousers. When Sirius simply stares, brain still full of cotton, he pats Sirius’ thigh and nods at the garment.

“Put them on,” he murmurs.

Sirius forces the blood back into his limbs, always listening—stumbles upright and steps into the trousers, yanks them up and over his arse and zips them up. He’s only just closed the button and sat down again when the door handle jiggles and twists.

As their friends appear in the doorway, James leans back over his essay whilst Sirius remains leaned back on his hands, twitchy, with the breath punched out of him. Peter breezes in with a skip in his step, jumps on his bed with a satisfied sigh; Remus remains standing in the doorway, head slightly tilted to the side and eyes a bit narrowed.

“Merlin, Pads, you look flushed,” says Peter. He snatches several textbooks and some stray bits of parchment from his bookbag, spreads the materials out over his crimson sheets. “The last time I’ve seen you this red was when we played some Quidditch last summer.”

“During the heatwave, you mean?” Sirius drags a hand through his hair and shrugs when Peter nods. He hopes it looks effortless and casual. “Er—yeah, I’m hot.”

“Your vanity never fails to amaze me,” Peter shoots back. He grins and fishes a quill from his bag. “It isn’t that warm in here, though.”

“I run at high temperatures.”

Remus steps into their dorm slowly, eyes on a quiet James before they linger on Sirius. His nostrils flare, and his eyebrows lift, and then he stalks towards his bed. His foot collides with Sirius’ as he goes.

The behaviour doesn’t make any sense from an outsider’s perspective. But it does here, for Moony, because — and there’s an excited twist in Sirius’ gut — he can smell it. Must be even if Peter didn’t, because Peter’s sense of smell is surprisingly human, even as a rat, but Remus is not fully human, and—

“Made any progress on the essay, lads?” Remus asks, a forced casualness to his tone. “Wormy’s been nagging me about the ideal subject matter—the lazy git.”

“Work smarter, not harder,” says Peter loftily. He’s still grinning. “Merlin forbid I start thinking, you know. It’d be over for you lot.”

“I’m almost finished,” James says quietly, clearing his throat when his voice breaks, and Sirius bites down on the insides of his cheeks to keep himself from smiling. “Padfoot is stuck on a sentence, though.”

Remus’ brown eyes flick between the two of them. “I can imagine.”

James sends their friend a grin. The combination of swollen, bruised lips and straight white teeth makes it particularly roguish—there’s an edge to it, hovering between smug and daring. His eyes are like chips of flint.

“Gave him my lollipop to cheer him up a bit,” James says cheerily. “He’ll manage, our Pads. There’s some O’s in his future. I can taste it.”

Peter rolls his eyes exaggeratedly with a muttered, “Merlin, don’t we know it”, but Remus’ only reaction is the slight tightening of his jaw. James tilts his head, still grinning, and holds eye-contact until Remus’ gaze flicks to his bag.

“That’s nice,” he says. “Hope it helped.”

“It will,” says Sirius. Remus looks at him, and so does James, and after sharing a conspiratorial look with the latter Sirius gives the former a fat wink. “I’ll return the favour when he needs it.”

It’s a delight to see James’ cheeks flush red from his peripheral.

Yeah, Sirius thinks, stomach constricting pleasantly. I’ll return the favour, absolutely.

#prongsfootweek2023 #prongsfoot #bambibelle #my writing #soopsiedaisies #prongsfoot fanfiction #sirius black #james potter

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brightmoonprincess · 2 years

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if ur still doing fic prompts, can u do ❛ you feel like home to me.❜ for Glimbow? ty!

sorry this took a bit!!

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Space fucking sucks.

It reminds Glimmer of the first time she saw snow, when he went on a trip with her mother to the Kingdom of Snows to celebrate the birth of their first princess. Everything looked like it was coated in a fluffy white blanket. It was beautiful and mesmerizing, just another testament to how magical Etheria naturally is.

At least, it was all that for the first two days. A bruise on her thigh and pair of ruined shoes later, Glimmer thought it was a total pain in the ass.

And she feels similarly about space. The stars that now dot the new night sky are nothing short of extraordinary, and the new planets they explore are full of fascinating new discoveries, no doubt– But it does get old.

Space is cold. Colder than the worst storm Frosta could conjure, the kind of cold that creeps into your bones and makes you forget what warmth even felt like. And it’s quiet. Too quiet. Even in the most isolated place in Etheria, you can still hear the breeze, the echo of your own breath. In space? Nothing.

It’s unsettling. It’s creepy and stressful and sometimes she hates that she has to go on these diplomatic trips. Hi! I’m Glimmer! I’m from the planet that saved the universe, nice to meet you! Let’s keep the universe peaceful together, ok? Yay! Can I go home now?

Still, at least she has Bow. Sweet, lovely, precious Bow. He somehow seems less affected by the harsh conditions of space than she is. He still awes over everything, constantly taking measurements of celestial objects in the distance, his excitement bubbly and childlike. She loves him for it, but sometimes she’s a little jealous.

Usually when she retreats to their room in the spaceship, he’s elsewhere, tinkering with something or another. This time when she does, though, he’s sitting in bed, reading something off of a trackpad.

“Hey!” Bow greets her when she comes in, but Glimmer doesn’t say a word as she joins him on the bed. She lets out a soft whine and nuzzles his shoulder, and he gets the message.

He smiles softly and sets the trackpad aside, and she settles into his welcoming embrace.

She rolls onto her side, rests her head against the crook of his neck. It’s been days since they’ve been on this trip, but he still smells like home. It reminds her of the bark of the cone-bearing trees in Whispering Woods, sweet and crisp and pleasant, and it helps her chest to unclench a bit.

“It’s just two more days,” he reminds her. “Much shorter than the last trip.”

Glimmer groans. “Let’s take a break after this one.”

“That’s a good idea.”

Bow has both arms wrapped tightly around her, while his fingers comb through her hair. She wishes she could stay in this warmth forever. They’re silent for a few minutes while she takes time to just be still. Her breath slows, and her mind stops whispering irrationalities at her. She didn’t even realize how much stress her body had accumulated until it began melting away.

After she feels more relaxed, Glimmer shifts back so that she can look at Bow’s face. She smiles at him and reaches her hand up towards it. She traces a finger along his eyebrow, his jaw, his lips, half admiring him and half appreciating that he’s there with her.

“Do you not get homesick, too?” she asks him.

“I do,” he admits, and she’s actually surprised to hear that.

“Really? I thought you loved all this cool new space stuff.”

Bow shrugs. “I do, but there's no where out here that’s quite like Etheria.”

She nods in agreement. Being magically linked to the planet probably also has something to do with it, for her at least. Exploring the universe really has made her appreciate her home planet more, though.

“Buuut if you’re around, I can never really be homesick,” he tells her. He bumps his forehead against her. “You feel like home to me.”

Glimmer giggles, her cheeks are tinted pink, and playfully rolls her eyes at him. “That’s sooo cheesy.”

She then presses a clumsy kiss onto his lips, and he smiles into it.

“It’s true,” he insists, and she kisses him again.

She thinks that it’s true for her, too. Would Etheria feel like home if Bow wasn’t there? She doesn’t have to think about it to know the answer is no. “There’s also no one out here that’s quite like you,” she says back.

Bow laughs. “Good one. You’re the immortal, powerful, beautiful sorceress-queen here, not me.”

“Hmm, you’re right… I’m all that, and you still manage to be as amazing as you are? Unfair!”

He pulls her back in for another kiss, which she happily does over and over and over, all love and laughs and adoration for the other.

Maybe space isn’t that bad, she thinks. Nothing can be, if she has Bow around.

#glimbow #spop #glimmer #bow #she ra

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earendilionimladris · 1 year

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Lore dump: Elrond, jewellery, and general accessories

Elrond wears no less than 7 rings on any given day, and most days much more.

These consist of:

His wedding ring

Vilya

Official “Lord Elrond of Imladris” seal

Official “Healer Elrond of the Imladrim Halls of Healing”, when he needs to make it clear that he’s writing in his capacity as a medical professional, not a political/military leader

Personal “Elrond” seal, used partially as a decoy to the “Lord Elrond of Imladris” seal, partially genuinely for personal letters

A ring that looks vaguely like Vilya (same gemstone, metal, similar style)

Another ring that looks vaguely like Vilya

, 9., 10., etc. Whatever looked cool that morning, including possibly a decoy seal

The multitude of rings serve a very important purpose: they make it difficult to identify what rings are actually rings of (magical or political) power. Even IF - and this is a huge IF, since this is top-secret information restricted to the ruling lord(s)/ladies and immediate next-in-line - someone knows about Vilya, or wants to steal his official seal, it’ll be difficult to identify which ring, precisely, to steal when he wears 3 similar-looking ones. And for all anyone not ‘in the know’ knows, maybe Elrond just has specific tastes in rings.

Pray he never has reason to backhand someone, it would probably give them a concussion.

These rings are always on his person. When he needs to remove them (eg. when in the Halls of Healing, for sleep, or washing hands/bathing) he loops them onto a sturdy sterling silver chain he wears around his neck under his robes constantly, in a girth hitch/cow hitch.

(Side note, he has tried with similar-weighted rings, and he has found that he can use the set, when looped like this, as effectively a small medieval flail.)

Other than this, he leans more toward brooches/pins. Draws the eye towards that magnificent ch- Adds interest to his robes and he can just like. Leave them on his robes when changing.

Notably, his head/hair gets relatively little jewellery and accessories, other than entirely functional hairpins, combs, etc, mostly out of preference, partially because he enforces a strict “hair up, back, and ideally covered in the Halls of Healing” policy and having a lot of accessories that he has to remove (on top of his multitude of rings) if he ever visits the Halls - and besides that, will often be covered anyway by a cap or kerchief - doesn’t make sense.

Healers, healing attendants, and healing apprentices are forbidden from having loose or messy hair or sleeves past their elbows in the Halls of Healing, on pain of fines, being barred from work, or being bumped down to apprentice (or losing the apprenticeship). They are also forbidden from wearing arm and hand jewellery, eg bracelets, rings, etc. Many simply pin up and cover their hair, eliminating the possibility of their hair being visibly messy (and linen caps/kerchiefs absorb any sebum anyway, keeping their hair non-greasy for longer), and have their work tunics or gowns made with short sleeves.

Elrond, outside of the Halls, usually wears his hair down as a mark of status - he is a nobleman who doesn’t need to do physical work that would mess up or damage his hair. So when he visits the Halls, he has to quickly put his hair up, cover it, take his rings off and loop them onto his necklace, and then strip down to tunic and roll his sleeves up to past his elbows, to avoid paying his own fines. And then he may still have to throw on healer’s robes. All this would take the time he spends walking/running over from wherever he is, the last thing he needs is to add more jewellery to the mix.

(Having had extremely long, thick hair, for a quick and sturdy bun he would only really need a single hairstick or hair fork, preferably textured, and about 10 seconds to put up his hair, so surprisingly the hair portion doesn’t take very long to settle.)

His hair accessories are generally pretty standard and nondescript, the usual hairpins, hair forks, ribbon hair ties, etc. He prefers dark, textured steel since it’s essentially indestructible, blends in, and holds his hair well.

#lore

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kaedeakeshisworld · 2 years

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Kojiro Nanjo/ Joe Nsfw headcanons

cw: mentions of sex, somnophilia( depicted as consensual in this work) as well as cervix- fucking, use of pronoun you, Joe is a Shameless lad, natural hair, natural hairstyling, written for black female reader because these queens live in my heart( u da baddest hun <3 >_<). Also a lil sprinkle of self indulgence= self care. Nuff said, enjoy yer meal boo!

word count: 792

• Sis, you may as well just ask pardon to your cervix RIGHT NOW!! This man is surely packing and no evidence needed to back this up. Look, did you peep this dude’s physique like ok sir we get it you are smoking hot, so stop demanding the attention your features deserve!? But, what can you do other than observe this work of art, right.( You were wondering about his size right? No worries, I got you sis no actually rectifying it to I warned you about it! Drum roll please, this man is packing a 10-inch junior so honey like they say in Italian Buona Fortuna = it means good luck or should I say pack them pain drugs nah I’m just playing but seriously it’s not a bad idea now that I gave it some thought)

• This man will cry, beg and sob whenever you decide to ride him which is fairly often, like no exaggeration every single time. Before you both decided to be sexually active, you had always thought because of his aura and demeanour he wouldn’t be one of those. Well, you are wrong so be glad he’s this way, you can enjoy it better before the beast is awakened I meant what I wrote! Also this man is yours right, when you can no longer do the work will fake some disappointment to check if he can really fuck your brains out. Imma say it now before it’s too late, may HE have mercy upon your chocolatey gorgeous curvy body 'cause once he is in control he goes absolutely feral. Cue is (clears throat), this no longer the man you were with a few minutes ago, new level unlocked. ( windex spray laugh insert here, I pray for your ability to walk the next day though)

• He is so thankful that he is in a relationship with you that you are his and that he is yours. Seriously, (gasping while writing this like how did I come up with this, I do not know) this dude is extremely whipped that sometimes he does ask himself how did he get somebody like you. He is definitely head over heels because every time after sexy time, he waits for you fall asleep and whispers “I am so lucky to have you by my side, I can’t imagine a future without you“.(I am ready to die honestly my heart and my head is the worst combo for sweet things like this, ugh nuff said) What he does not know it is that you are awake and listening to what he is saying (Oh my, such a precious treasure!) and you tease him whenever he is being a bit too cocky for your own damn taste.

• He is always cooking your favorite meals, making sure you savour the food as well as the wine and he makes sure to put you to sleep through his own ministrations (you know where I am headed to = somnophilia and of course it is consensual). He is constantly groping your boobs (the worst part about it is that it makes you extremely sensitive to his touch, you're craving it constantly) and telling you that you’re the sweetest babe he ever had in his whole life. He also does love to watch you braid your hair whatever style it is. He will usually sit by where you are and just admire how your work on your hair with that warm water spray, oil, comb and coil cream to make your hair look fantastic. He does not tell but these are one of his most favourite moments he gets to spend in your company.

• He loves your thick thighs ( he is always groping your body whether y’all outside or not and whispers "I can never get enough of you, you drive me crazy" so much so that) often when you both get back home the only thing he has in his mind is to pound that vagina of yours into oblivion. Yes, sis you told him not to do that on weekdays but he does not listen ( mainly because he acts like he does not- this cheeky bastard).

• Whenever your torrid sessions are over, he’s also a gentleman so he’ll carry you to the bathtub that is prepared with every single thing you need epsom salt, oils, body yogurt, body scrub and body butter. These moments where you both bathe together and do a lil’ self-care are definitely the best part of it all. You and Joe, the pair it is! (Please do be careful he might initiate another session in the bathtub claiming something like "you’re too irresistible, that’s the effect you have upon me my goddess" while presenting his boner. Honestly, good luck with that sis)

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bolshoiromanova · 2 years

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This Life of Ours Vaderkin Headcanons

So I'm writing a couple headcanons down for my series in order to try and alleviate this severe writer's block I've been having. These are set post the first part of the series when Vaderkin, Luke, and Obi-Wan have settled on Bogano. As always, original concept and character designs belong to @polarspaz.

Link to the series

-Vaderkin is extremely touch-starved after years of being trapped in the suit, and the only touch he received being used to inflict more pain.

-As a result, he’s extremely cuddly with Luke, constantly pulling him close on their sleeping cot during the night, letting his baby’s steady heartbeat soothe him, or letting Luke sit on his lap as he tinkers with bits of machinery. The feeling of having Luke close, knowing his boy is safe, means more to Vaderkin than anything.

- However as Luke gets older, he understandably becomes a little less willing to snuggle with Dad. Vaderkin tries (and fails) to hide his heartbreak at this.

-That’s where Obi-Wan comes in, sitting down next to Vaderkin one day and wrapping an arm around his shoulder tentatively, as though expecting Vaderkin to push him away.

-Instead, the former Jedi master is pleasantly surprised and a bit shocked when the former Sith Lord wordlessly rests his head on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, eyes closing, soft waves of gratitude flowing through the force around them.

-Vaderkin had always been lean since he’d fallen - a side effect of being fed intravenously by the suit. But it got worse after enduring near-starvation on Jakku, to the point where his ribs show and his cheekbones pushing against his face. However once they settle on Bogano and his stomach adjusts to solid food, he slowly begins to regain weight and muscle. He’ll never fully regain the bulk he had before the suit, but it’s a start.

-Another side effect of this - Vaderkin’s appetite these first few years is completely out of wack. He’ll either be constantly starving, or he won’t recognize the feeling of hunger until he sees his hands shaking, or he gets up from tinkering and nearly passes out.

-As a result, Obi-Wan (and later Luke), take to dropping off plates of food when they see Vaderkin deep in concentration on something, seeing as he won’t get up to get anything for himself. Luke hates seeing his dad not taking care of himself, and it’s usually his pleading and pestering that finally makes Vaderkin stop what he’s doing and eat.

-Obi-Wan is just greatful that Anakin hasn’t tried eating bugs again.

-Over the next few years, Vaderkin’s hair starts growing back, to the point where it’s nearly normal length. Unfortunately, Vaderkin often forgets to wash/comb it, so used to living without it. This has often led to Obi-Wan tackling him with shampoo/a hairbrush, forcing him to sit still as he works the brush through the seemingly endless tangles.

-At one point in frustration Vaderkin nearly shaves it all off again, but Luke stops him, reaching out to touch the chestnut curls, reminding Vaderkin that son’s energy was what brought him this blessing in the first place. He can’t take that away.

-Living in a remote outer-rim world, they don’t have many credits. Even so, Vaderkin finds ways to spoil his son, making him toys out of bits of machinery. Obi-Wan teases that Luke gets a new trinket every day, but you wouldn’t know it by his reaction. Luke’s eyes light up with each and every gift, his joy radiating through the force and filling every last crevice of lingering darkness in Vaderkin’s chest.

#my fic #my writing #headcanons #this life of ours #star wars #star wars au #anakin skywalker #darth vader #vaderkin #obi-wan kenobi #ben kenobi #luke skywalker #dad anakin #fluff #angst #cuddles

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papergirllife · 3 years

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Lee Jeno

'You ease Jeno's frustrations during a late night recording session."

Warnings : unprotected sex, cockwarming, generally quite fluffy.

Word count : 1.8k

You were in your pajamas at 1 a.m. in the morning, still in the company because your boyfriend is trying to record the best version of his verse in the recording booth a few feet away, his black denim jacket draped across your chest to shield you from the cold.

You were going through your own lyrics, making a few changes here and there to make sure the flow of the song suits you, working in a low volume to avoid disturbing Jeno, who was already getting antsy from this certain verse.

When you were done, you placed the pencil on the desk and got up from your seat, walking to the booth where Jeno had his handsome face in a frown.

“You okay, Jeno? Aren’t you cold in here?” you asked as you took his jacket off of you, draping it back onto his broad shoulders.

“I'm feeling fine, you should use it,” Jeno said shortly before he takes it off, putting it onto you again.

“But you're just in a tank, and you have to perform on stages very soon, you can't catch a cold,” you argued before trying to take it off once more, only to be stopped by Jeno’s hands.

“I'm fine, you're the one who's sensitive to the cold, I don't want you to get sick because of me, I didn't ask for you to be here with me, and still you showered and came back here to be with me, I'm sorry for eating up our time, I know I promised to have a night in with you,” Jeno said with a sad tinge to his usually cheerful eyes before reaching out for you, embracing you into his warmth.

“I know how important this comeback is for you, I wanted to stay here with you because I'm stubborn and that's on me, not you,” you said before turning your body to tuck yourself closer into Jeno, giving his bicep a quick peck before burying your head into his neck, the familiar scent of cologne filling your lungs.

Jeno let's out a chuckle at this odd but familiar action, you started doing this since the day Jeno had started working out on his arms more, every little thing he does you’d always be proud of it, which is why you're so different from everyone else, Jeno feels safe with you, the fact that the both of you absolutely adore each other irks his members out, but he doesn’t care, not when he only has eyes for you.

“I love you,” Jeno said without hesitation, it's always been like this for the two of you, saying these three words whenever you felt like it, communication between the two of you has always been good, though it hasn't always been like this.

There was a time at the beginning of the relationship where Jeno only knew how to show his love through actions, fearing that it may seem too pushy if he constantly speaks up about his emotions, being a guy and all, but your reassurance of loving to hear everything he has to say, as well as those doe eyes of yours that always have a hundred percent focus on him, had given him a sense of comfort, and so he now speaks whatever that comes to mind when he's with you, most often 'I love yous', it could be in the morning when you wake up, or moments like this where there are uncertainties in his head, you’re his rock.

“I love you too, Jeno,” you said it back before pulling away slightly to kiss him, pulling him closer again by looping your hands around his nape, playing with the strands of hair there as you bit on his bottom lip gently before feeling a sudden grip on your hip, a gasp falling from your lips just to give Jeno the opportunity to dominate the kiss, getting you right where he wanted you to be, under his control.

Jeno tasted like the chocolate mint balls he was having just now, a mixture of sweet chocolate and invigorating mint clouding your senses, the taste so addictive that you licked at his tongue just to taste more, but soon Jeno pulled away, noticing that you were running out of breath, your forehead lolled against his, a sign that he was all too familiar with.

“Slow down, baby, what's got you so worked up?” Jeno asked as he peppers kisses down your neck sloppily, he knows he can't mark you without your manager lecturing you, so he'll just have to manoeuvre himself to the valley of your breasts, popping open the buttons of your pajamas to reveal that you've worn a set that had no padding, the tips of your nipples would've been obvious it weren't for how loose your shirt was.

“Remember the last time we fucked in here? You had a writer’s block for stronger and 119, I want to be your muse again, Jen,” you reminded him as you trailed your hand at the hem of his tank, palming his abs that you go crazy over, you must be the luckiest girl ever, to find a guy who’s as hot as he’s talented in his career, not to mention the sinful things he does with those dancer hips.

Jeno chuckled at that fond memory, recalling Jaemin’s horrid expression when he found the two of you in such a state.

“You do know that this is ANL right?” gesturing at the lyrics on the stand.

“Which is a highly suggestive yet quite a fluffy song, we have to set the mood in order for you to actually gain some inspiration, no?” you said before you pulled off his shirt, throwing it somewhere behind you.

“Greedy aren't you?” Jeno said as he tips your chin higher to get a good look at you in the dim lights, admiring your swollen lips and the lust in your eyes, all because of him.

“Well, you can't pen my name down for these songs, the least you can do is give me a good fuck to remember it by,” you said with those seductive eyes of yours looking into his hooded ones before reaching down his pants, a jolt from his cock at your freezing hands.

“Whatever my baby wants, whatever she gets am I right?” Jeno said before manoeuvring you to your back facing his, letting your ass feel his hard on.

You placed your hands on the stool that Jeno previously sat in, arching your back for him to easily access the situation.

Jeno pulls your sweats and panties down hanging them onto the stand, you purse your lips at the sight, hoping that none of your arousal gets onto the surface, but before you could make up your mind whether to tell Jeno to place your clothing somewhere else, Jeno had spread your folds with two fingers, a hand coming up to swipe at your slit teasingly before pinching your clit lightly in between his thumb and index finger, combing a moan out of you, legs jolting at the sudden pleasure, you were always sensitive there.

“Fuck, baby, I barely touched you and you’re dripping wet, didn't know you were this worked up,” Jeno said by your ear, his voice a few octaves lower.

Jeno enters two fingers in one go, making you buckle your knees at the sudden intrusion, not expecting it so soon, the feeling of his rough finger pads reaching deep into you, searching for that one spot, and when he found it, it felt like the first taste of heaven, a whimper falling from your lips as you held onto the stool harder, preparing for what's to come.

Jeno thrusted his fingers in a moderate pace before sliding in a third, making a scissoring motion to open you up for his large cock.

When he deemed that you were wet enough, Jeno shoved his pants and boxers down to his knees, impatient for the warmth in between your legs.

Jeno positioned himself at your entrance, pushing in an inch before slamming himself into you.

“Fuck, Jeno!” you could feel how full you were now, and how he fits perfectly inside you, his tip dangerously close to your sweet spot, you just need him to move.

“Jeno, you can move now, please,” you begged, breathless as your mind is still registering the feeling of this euphoria.

Jeno clenches his jaw in concentration before pulling out of your sweet pussy slightly, before thrusting back in, starting a quick and shallow pace, the way your warm walls were clenching onto him was making him lightheaded from the immense pleasure, but he knows he has to get his shit together if he wants to actually finish up recording tonight.

Jeno grips onto your hips as he builds up his pace, pistoning his dick inside of you hard and fast as he hears your screams of pleasure, the sound echoing in this small booth, encouraging him to go faster as he gets addicted to this sweet melody.

You held onto the stool for your dear life as you felt the knot in your abdomen slowly unwinding, a sign that you’re nearing your edge.

“I'm gonna cum, Jen, cum with me, please,” you said before purposely clenching onto his dick.

“Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last any longer if you keep doing that,” Jeno said in one breath, before focusing back onto chasing both your highs, a hand moving to your breasts to pinch your nipples with the perfect amount of pain, he knows how much of a pain slut you are for him, and that was exactly what pushed you over the edge.

You felt your body convulsing as you orgasmed, the knot snapping free as the screams of Jeno’s name tumble from your lips as you let Jeno continue.

Jeno came only a few sloppy thrusts, after you, biting onto your shoulder as he came, giving a few hard thrusts to ride out both your highs, and just so he could bury his cum inside you, letting both your juices mix.

When both of you were done, Jeno moved your limp body expertly on top of his as he took a seat onto the stool, him still inside of you, your head tucked by his left shoulder, picking up where he had left off just now.

“You're right baby, you really are my muse,” Jeno said before humming a tune, then correcting some errors on the sheet.

“Well, good to know I was helpful, now if you'll excuse me, I need to clean up,” you said before trying to get up.

Jeno's left hand grips onto your hips, restricting you from leaving.

“Stay for a bit, I'm finishing up soon, then I'll clean you up, I'm sure you’re too tired to walk now, get some rest,” Jeno said as he pats your head gently, something he does that oddly lulls you to sleep.

“Okay, just don't overwork yourself,” you said before drifting off to sleep on your boyfriend’s shoulder, your very own human pillow.

#nct smut #nct fluff #nct #nct dream #jeno #jeno smut #jeno fluff #lee jeno #nct 127 #wayv #jaemin

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angry-geese · 3 years

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To You Someday

Choso x Reader

Warnings: sfw. mention of periods, and blood, but overall its sfw. afab reader.

Summary: some very self indulgent fluff with choso comforting the reader when they're on their period. i needed a bit of fluff to balance out the fact that for the last like month ive posted nothing but smut

Word Count: 1.7k

Without fail, once a month you have this conversation. And once a month, without fail, he thinks you're dying.

He didn't quite understand the first time you explained it. You aren't dying, which is what caught him most off guard. He saw the slightest bit of blood on the sheets once—an accident really, you didn't know your period had started until a few hours after it happened—and quite literally thought you were dying. You spent a while explaining to a frantic, grieving Choso that you weren't about to die. Nobody can bleed for that long and not die. You have to tell him that you, in fact, can, and that this is something a lot of people deal with. He gets that it's normal, but seeing you in pain stresses him out.

It doesn't seem to matter how many times you tell him to not fuss over you, he always will. Worrying is in his nature. You're precious to him, he's not about to let you slip through his fingers. God forbid you try to lift something heavy, or try to do anything physically taxing. Choso insists on doing everything for you. However well meaning, his presence is a bit suffocating at times.

Having spent most of his life in a test tube, with only the faintest notion of what goes on around him, modern life was a bit of a shock. He had little notion of how the modern world works. Everything seems to happen so fast, the world is so loud and bright and busy. He’s overwhelmed. It feels like the second he gets the hang of one thing, something else comes up entirely. But even as he’s frustrated, or down on himself for not getting something, you’re always there to comfort him. You never judge him for needing help.

You like to think he’s adjusted well over the past year. With the help of you and Yuji, he’s settled into a normal(ish) life. It’s hard to consider life normal when you’re constantly dealing with curses, but there’s some sense of normalcy to it.

You were one of the first people to help him. It was a long process. Even today he’s still adjusting as the world changes around him. He owes you a debt he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to pay you back for. You tell him he doesn't owe you anything, but he still insists on paying you back. With what, he’s not certain yet.

He didn't understand his feelings for you at first. Choso cared about you deeply—he cared about Yuji—but his love for you was so much different than his love for his brother. Choso has always been affectionate. Not just to Yuji, but to you too. When you spend so much time together, it's hard to not love someone, even if just a little bit. He saw you as a friend; and then he didn't.

He found his every waking moment consumed by the thought of you. You weaved your way into every corner of his mind. From the moment he woke up, to the moment he shut his eyes, he was thinking of—or seeing things—that reminded him of you. Even in his dreams too. You made his heart race every time you talked to him, to the point he thought he was dying. Everything made his heart flutter. His brother had to explain to him that no- that's normal when you have a crush.

He loved you.

He’s never been so in-love.

He was head-over-heels, in fact. He still is. Even as you moved past the honeymoon phase of your relationship, he still was so hopelessly in love. Maybe it never ended, the two of you only grew used to being around each other. The others constantly make remarks about how they’ve never seen two people so in-love.

Yuji was the first to help him figure out his feelings. Choso had no clue what a crush was. He knew he wanted something more than friendship. He wasn't sure what. But he wanted it. Though you were less vocal with your feelings, everyone around you knew. From lingering gazes, to your eagerness to spend time with him, it was obvious. It seemed like everyone but the both of you knew.

Yuji wanted to help him plan some big reveal. He spent weeks scheming an elaborate plan. It had to be special. He wanted it to be a big day for the two of you. He wanted you to know, but he wanted his reveal to be special.

Choso’s confession was entirely accidental.

You had come back from a job injured. It wasn't anything fatal, but he had warned you not to go alone, and in turn spent the entire day worrying about you. So when he came back to find you bleeding out all over your bathroom counter, he panicked. A little blood never bothered him. Until it was your blood. He pulled you into an impulsive kiss.

And when he told you how he felt, you grinned wider than he’d ever seen. He wasn't surprised that you felt the same way, more that he was relieved. Surprise isn't the right word for it. Yuji let it slip that you felt the same way.

It’s become a nightly routine for the two of you. In the evening, while watching a movie or getting settled down for the night, he’ll have you play with his hair. He says it helps him sleep. You can believe it. He’s usually knocked out within minutes of you starting. Tonight is no different. He drags you out into the living room, sitting you down on the couch. He picked the movie- one recommended by Yuji. It was a bit longer than you usually watch, but you don't have anything planned tomorrow, so you don't mind staying up a bit late. Work can wait. You deserve a day off.

As you settle into your nightly routine, he’s by your side, insisting on helping you. His presence is a bit more overbearing than usual, but you don't think much of it. It doesn't take him long to get comfortable, settled between your legs, sitting cross-legged on the floor. Choso’s head leans back against your stomach, hands folded in his lap. He lets out a soft sigh as you comb his hair out of his face with your fingers, tucking it behind his ear. Your nails are getting long, and feel nice against his scalp. His hair is softer than it looks. It's getting long- it's past his shoulders now. Goosebumps raise along his shoulders as your fingers brush across his skin.

You’re the first person to touch him in such a way. You’re the first to hold him like he’s precious. Before you, his only physical contact was from fighting. Affection in such a way was completely foreign to him. He was touch starved, to say the least.

And then you came along and looked at him like he was the world.

He shifts so he’s nearly sitting in your lap, arms looped around your neck. His face buries in yours—his—shirt. Choso has lots of baggy, comfy clothes that you constantly steal. It smells like you, and laundry soap, and a bit of your shampoo. He likes letting you borrow them, you always return them smelling like you. As his head leans against your chest, he can hear your heartbeat. It's steady, but picks up in pace as he stretches to press a kiss to your lips. Blush dusts his cheeks, turning the tips of his ears and nose pink.

Choso runs cold naturally. Most of the time he refuses to cuddle unless you’re wrapped in blankets. You have to reassure him that you’re not as fragile as he seems to think you are. He knows. But that doesn't stop him from worrying.

Painkillers weren't exactly working. The pain is manageable, albeit coming and going in waves. Manageable is about the best things get. Choso seems to know something is up before you do. Call it a sixth sense or whatnot. Though you don't appear to be ill, you're not acting like your usual self. He doesn't remember you getting injured. You're acting like you're injured. That worries him greatly.

"You're hurt?" He asks.

“I’m just a bit tired.” You say. "It's nothing to worry about."

Slowly he untangles himself from your limbs. You try to pull him back into your lap, but let him go when he insists.

“Let me take care of you,” he says, gently pushing your shoulders back.

There’s no use arguing. He’s hellbent in his ways, especially when they come to you.

You wouldn't say you were paying attention to the movie, so much as you were present for it's duration. You flop back on the couch, your attention turned to the tv.

He tries to remember everything you normally do that helps. Heating pads, tea, fluffy blankets and extra pillows. Small creature comforts he’s never really lived with before. He didn't see a need for them until he had them, and then he found himself unable to live without them.

Choso disappears into the kitchen for a moment, returning with a cup of tea, and a heating pad. Heat helps sore muscles. As he settles back onto the couch, he pulls you into his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist, your back against his chest. The warmth helps with your cramps a bit. The heat feels nice against your sore muscles.

His fingers trace across your skin, memorizing every inch of your body like he’s reading a book of braille, soft and loving. Choso isn't shy in how he appreciates your body. He could spend hours running his hands over your body, tracing every dip and curve of your form. He wants to know your body better than he does his own; what you like, how you feel, what you taste like. In public he has to have an arm around you, or his fingers laced with yours. Everyone has to know you’re his.

One of your hands finds his, your fingers lacing together. He holds your hand to his cheek before planting a kiss on your knuckles. Soft locks of his hair pool around his head, tickling your neck.

He’s never been so hopelessly in love.

Though your eyelids begin to feel heavy, you still fight to stay awake. He pulls the blanket from the back of the couch, tucking it around you. The warmth, combined with the feeling of his arms around you, threatens to lull you to sleep.

Choso is there when you fall asleep. And he’ll be there long after you wake up.

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